#meeting residents unexpectedly

[odoraful]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋, 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓?

content: sylus x gn!reader; reader is a resident of the N109 zone; meeting each other for the first time; suave and lowkey yandere vibes from sylus; 1.5k words

a/n: i know that the moon in N109 is depicted as being red in-game, but i changed it so that that is only a myth :)

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“Here to watch the moon again?”

A voice called from behind you, somewhat cavalier.

Your posture stiffened, skin prickling with goosebumps. Inwardly you cursed at yourself. How had you not sensed someone approaching? Your instincts couldn’t be that dull. You regained your composure, trying your hardest to compress your surprise. Finding out that one had been caught off guard was a fast way to reveal a weakness in the N109 zone.

You sat on the ledge of a tall skyscraper, feet dangling below. The scenery before you was a complex matrix of buildings compacted together. Telephone poles and wires weaved between tight spaces, lights flickering below. Whether these lines actually functioned well enough to contact others you were doubtful about. Though, it hardly mattered. If you were in need of help in N109, there was usually only one option—fend for yourself. Quickly assessing your situation, you concluded that this person was not here to harm you. If he wanted to, he could have easily pushed you off the side of the building, or struck you in the back before you could even detect his presence.

“Again?” you repeated, steadying your tone. “You imply that you’ve seen me here before, and yet you’ve never bothered to approach me until now.”

You leaned back on your hands, the concrete cold beneath your fingers. All you had to do was put on enough air of confidence, and it would grant you the escape you needed.

“Who are you?”

Turning your head over your shoulder, you looked at your supposed stalker.

You’ve encountered many different people here in the N109 zone, but none as deadly-looking as the man standing merely metres from you. His hair was a cool grey, combed over to reveal his forehead. He dressed in all black, save for the silver accessory pinned between the collars of his dress shirt that glinted in the moonlight. Hypnotising red eyes pierced through you, his gaze crawling under your skin. He seemed to be made of up sharp angles and intimidating arrogance. Unexpectedly, he wore a smile on his face. You immediately quashed down the thought of how attractive he was, his lips curled upwards in amusement.

“Just another enjoyer of the night sky, much like yourself,” he answered.

Your heart traitorously thundered in your ears at the smoothness of his words. Your eyes never left him as he walked closer to you, the heels of his dress shoes clacking against concrete, until he stood near your side.

“This is a spot I also like to frequent, you see.”

This time, you couldn’t hide your shock as he bent down to sit on the ledge as well. Your mouth parted and eyes widened slightly. How could he act so unguarded? He glanced at your expression and laughed, a warmer sound that clashed greatly with his forbidding appearance.

“What is it? Are you so unused to company?” he asked. You couldn’t tell if the innocence in his voice was real or mocking. Was he… teasing you?

“N-not at all,” you replied, more rushed than you intended. Your confidence began to slip away. Everything this man said felt like he was testing you. “You’re welcome to sit wherever you please.”

He bowed his head, exaggerating graciousness. “Your kindness is appreciated.”

The silence that followed was oppressive. You could hardly enjoy the night with a stranger (who hadn’t even given his name to you) sitting beside you. Perhaps this was some bizarre tactic to force information out of you. You would become so uncomfortable with the silence that you would spill every secret you had to him. However, as you snuck glances at him, you found his attention drawn only toward the sky. The light of the moon reflected off his irises, transforming them into a bright crimson. You tried to think of a conversation topic. Anything for you to know more about this strange man.

His question came before yours.

“Why do you come here?” he asked, eyes landing on you once more. “This is one of the tallest buildings in this zone, and the rooftop isn’t accessible from inside.” He lifted a hand to his chin, suddenly in thought. “You would need to climb up to the 40th floor, then scale across to the left hand side of the building towards the abandoned scaffolding. From there, you would be able to reach the broken ladder to get to the roof.”

You bristled uneasily. Surely it was coincidence that he recited your exact route to get here. He must have used the same path as well.

“It’s undoubtedly a dangerous climb, that only a skilled person could pull off. There are much more… safer viewing spots in this place.”

You paused, trying to discern anything in him about his true intentions. Besides for genuine interest in the slight tilt of his head, you could glean no other ulterior motives in this line of questioning. Maybe he really was just another person in the N109 zone trying to survive.

“Perhaps there are.” You replied, looking down at the streets below. After visiting this rooftop every night, you no longer felt any vertigo. “It’s funny. Those people in Linkon always craft such sordid tales about what the sky is like here.”

The words flowed out of you like a stream. You had thought about this a lot in your time here, relaying your musings to the moon.

“That it’s clouded with smog, unbreathable to even traverse outside. Or that it’s always raining, droplets acidic to the skin.”

If you had glanced next to you for even a moment, you would have seen just how captivated the man was by you and your words. As if he had found the most dazzling gemstone buried deep within the ground after hours of digging. But, you continued to study your feet swaying lazily back and forth as you continued,

“But, that’s all nonsense. They’ve never been here before, where the sky is absolutely spotless,” you said, wistfully.

And it was true. Your turned your head up, scanning the moon above. It was simply a regular moon, just like one you’d see in Linkon city. However, being so high up meant there was no obstruction from any other buildings. You could behold its fullness every night, savouring its white glow. It reminded you that there was so much more waiting in the universe for you. Maybe even unexplored places past the Deepspace Tunnel.

You expected some witty reply laced with mystery from your seatmate, but he remained silent. Curiously, you looked over, finding his eyes locked on you.

“Yes, those are simply stories to monger fear.” He sounded almost breathless as he replied.

You blinked at him. Evidently, you had said something that resonated with him. He cleared his throat, shaking off whatever spell had just gripped him.

“And I agree,” he continued, “I believe one can get the most clearest and loveliest views here at night time.”

You noted to yourself that he was certainly not looking at the sky as he said that. His gaze briefly trailed up and down your body. You drew in a breath, praying that your cheeks weren’t flushed as crimson as his eyes. Heat crawled up your face at the smirk on his lips. The man seemed content to reveal that ulterior motive to you quite freely.

Something fluttered towards the two of you, and a crow flew down to the man’s shoulder, cawing loudly. You jumped at the peculiar sight. The man clenched his jaw, seeming to be genuinely irritated by the interruption, but not at all bewildered by the large bird at his shoulder. It turned its head and cocked it to the side, seeming to analyse you.

“Unfortunately, my time here is up,” he sighed, pulling his feet off from the ledge and standing again.

To your surprise, your spirits deflated. There were so many things you wanted to know about this silver-haired man, and you didn’t know when you would meet him next.

“I will see you tomorrow night to continue this conversation,” he added, adjusting the coat around his shoulder.

You cursed internally again. Had it been so plain on your face that you wanted to meet him again? You pursed your lips.

“And what makes you so sure I’ll come back here tomorrow?”

Another laugh erupted from him. He had to restrain himself from commenting on how cute you looked right now.

“Because I’m quite good at reading people,” he instead said.

It was truly a shame he had to leave so soon. This interaction he had carefully crafted had begun so well. The crow cawed again, directly into his ear. Quiet down, I know I have business to attend to, he thought, scratching his finger against its feathered head to pacify the bird.

“Ah I almost forgot.”

You craned your head upwards at him standing beside you. Your expectant, doe eyes nearly convinced him to ignore all his duties and sit back down with you.

He tipped his head down. Greeting you once again, this time with an appropriate introduction.

“You can call me Sylus.”

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[tsukiflwr]

𐙚 . CUTE PANTS…

𝓅airing ∿ ran takahashi x f!reader ᰔ 𝑜ne shot ; fluff, meet cutes, 𐙚 𝓌c 1599 ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓇oro's note. i’m so happy you sent a req for my boyfie ran, i have been wanting to write something for him for a while >.< . . based on this ask ﹒꒰ 𝓁ibrary ꒱

𝒮. you unexpectedly meet a new neighbor in . . . cute? pants during a fire drill

You had heard the alarms before you had even seen the apartment building you have been residing in for the past few years. Your thighs subtly ached as you rushed up the stone inclined path that led to the building. 

A heavy breath of relief left your lips when you made it to the top and saw your fellow residents talking amongst themselves outside the apartment. No fire or fire fighters in sight, it was just a drill. You smiled politely at your neighbors as you passed them, walking closer towards the apartment building, the annoying alarm didn't bother you since you were used to the sound. 

Your eyes traveled across the small sea of residents, some stood together most likely gossiping or complaining about the drill while others chose to stand alone. Your eyes did a double take when you noticed a tall and unfamiliar figure standing on his lonesome near the small water fountain that was to the side of the building. 

He had his back to you as he looked up at the building, so it wasn't his face that caught your attention, no it was his pants. It was his black joggers with little volleyballs. On them. What an interesting choice of pants, you thought to yourself with a small hum. You could easily tell by his body language that he was anxious about something. 

“No need to look so worried, they do this every other month” You spoke as you walked up behind him, your tone reassuring and soft, not wanting to startle him with your sudden presence. Your eyes widened at how fast he turned to look at you, despite your soft tone your sudden presence did seem to startle him. 

Ran flinched and quickly turned around to face you when he heard your voice, his breath hitching once he made eye contact with you. He was not expecting someone so pretty to be standing behind him, hell even talking to him. His mind wasn't even comprehending your words, instead his eyes were taking in every detail of you that he could. 

He suddenly felt very ridiculous, standing there with his lips parted as he looked down at you. He was internally yelling at himself to say something, but he couldn't form the words. Your lips parted in shock as you locked eyes with his sparkling brown eyes, your thoughts blanked for a moment as you took in his beauty. You started to become worried that you said something wrong when he didn't say anything back…just stared at you. 

Your fingers nervously fidgeted with the strap of your tote bag, you clear your throat and continue to speak, your tone a lot less confident as it was before “Safety measures and all that” 

Ran finally broke out of his trance, blinking a few times before giving you a small nod “Ahh right, that's nice to know” ran internally cringed at his poor excuse of a response, but he was thankful that you didn't seem to mind his awkwardness as you gave him a smile and listened to his words. He brought his hand up to awkwardly rub at his nape, he was totally blowing it and making a fool of himself. 

“Cute pants” you mused with a teasing smile as your eyes trailed down his body, stopping longer at his pants before tilting your head back to look up at him. Your teasing smile and tone made his heart start to race, and his hands start to shake at his sides. 

Ran’s eyes widened in panic, and he nervously rubbed his hands on the side of his pants, cursing himself for even stepping out of his apartment wearing them. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he chuckled nervously at the expense of himself “it's my laundry day” 

Before you could respond, Ran took charge of the conversation, wanting to move past his embarrassing pants. He held out his hand for you to shake as he introduced himself with a shy smile “I’m ran, i just moved into 242” 

His heart fluttered at the feeling of your soft hand holding onto his as you politely shook it. A choked-out gasp left his lips when you held his hand tighter as you got on your tiptoes to place a featherily light kiss on both of his cheeks before pulling away far too quickly for his taste. 

You smiled at his cute reaction, judging by his slight accent he wasn't from here and in turn, wasn't used to the cultural embrace. You let go of his hand before introducing yourself “242, hmm seems like you're right above me, do you have an explanation for the shuffling noises at 6am?” 

Ran didn't seem to pick up on your teasing tone and he's quick to apologize, trying to explain that it's because he has to be up early to stretch, but you found yourself getting lost in the way his eyes sparkled, his words completely going over your head. You giggled and shook your head, cutting him off from his small rant of apologies with your sweet tone “I'm just teasing ran, I'm already up by 6 so it doesn't bother me” 

“Oh” he mumbled to himself before nervously joining you in laughter, instantly relaxing a little at your reassurance. He cleared his throat and looked around at the two of your guy's surroundings, avoiding eye contact with you, before mumbling shyly “Sorry I'm not usually this awkward” 

You were quick to reassure him with a smile “It's alright, I'm sorry for –” 

“No no no it's not your fault . . . well it is but –” ran was internally panicking as he quickly cut you off, the last thing he wants is his pretty neighbor blaming herself for something that wasn't her fault, well not entirely her fault.  His heart was starting to race as you looked up at him in confusion with a slight tilt of your head “It is?” 

Ran let out a heavy breath before confessing softly as he stuffed his shaking hands in his pockets “You're just really pretty and i'm standing here making a fool out of myself the more i talk” 

He was worried that he came on too strong by calling you pretty when you physically froze and looked up at him with wide eyes. But he let out a small breath of relief when you let out a small giggle and took a step closer to him, he picked up on the small ‘cute’ you mumbled under your breath before saying “Thank you ran, and don't worry i don't think you are making a fool of yourself at all” 

“That's a relief, because I would really like to get to know you better . . . if that's alright with you of course, I'm in need of a good tour guide,” Ran smiled, shocking himself and you at the confidence and flintiness in his tone. 

Before you could answer you heard the manager of the apartment building calling out that it was alright for everyone to return to their apartments. You watched as your fellow residents made their way back into the building. You look back to ran to see that he hasn't looked away from you, his sparkling brown eyes begging for an answer, specifically a yes. 

You bit your lip before reaching into your tote bag and pulling out your pen and small notebook where you always wrote down your grocery lists. Ran’s eyes followed your every movement as you flipped it open and started to jolt down a number. His eyes went back up to your face as you ripped the page out and held it out for him. 

“Call me and we can schedule that tour, specifically not at 6am” You teased with a sparkling smile, slipping your pen and notebook back into your bag once he took the small paper. Ran smiled and let out a chuckle at your teasing, carefully holding the paper in his hands. 

“I’ll make sure to wear a different pair of pants” ran quickly joined in your teasing, looking down at his pants with a smile before looking back at you. You giggled and looked down at his pants with a small smile before locking eyes with him, your sweet smile turning into a flirty smirk as you looked at him up and down before confidently saying

“Hmm i don't mind what you wear, i have a feeling you would look cute in anything” 

Ran went still at your words, the flush on his cheeks were quick to come back at your openly flirting, he opened his mouth to try to come up with anything to say but nothing came out. You laughed and the sound sounded like heaven to his ears, you softly patted his shoulder as you walked away from him and towards the building lobby. 

Ran quickly turned around to face you and watched as you walked away from him, his eyes following you dutifully. Before stepping into the lobby, you turn to face him one more time, giving him a smile and shy wave before leaving his sight. He returned the smile and wave before looking down at the light pink paper in his hands. His smile turned into a grin as his mind tried to memorize the numbers. 

Living in Italy was a big change for Ran. The cultural differences, the greetings, the way people dined . . . the random fire drills in his new apartment, it would all take some time for him to get used to it all. 

. . . but seeing his pretty neighbor was one change he could happily get used to. 

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[noyasmashing]

Love at First Light

Daichi x fem!reader

CW: Slightly dom!reader, fem reader, smoking, implied sex (no real smut)

A/N: Having some intense brainrot for Daichi liking someone who smokes,,, This is my first writing so lmk if you have any comments or criticism

He’s such a good boy. He doesn’t do drugs or drink, he gets good grades, and even plays volleyball, so why you? Ever since he saw you while on a run, leaning against an apartment building lazily smoking a cigarette his mind has been hazy.

After striking up a conversation, you handed him a cigarette with your number scrawled on it. Despite knowing he should focus on volleyball, he couldn't resist the temptation to text you. Harmless, he reasoned. He quickly discovered you were a third-year at Karasuno, just like him. Now during breaks between classes, he actively sought you out, whether to offer a piece of candy or simply to exchange greetings.

He made it a habit to encourage you to quit smoking, even going as far as bringing pamphlets highlighting the dangers of nicotine. Always armed with candy, he hoped it would serve as a healthier alternative. But when you unexpectedly pinned him against the wall and kissed him, the mingled scents of cigarettes and coffee only fueled his attraction further.

Daichi's breath came in ragged gasps as he darted through the deserted streets of Miyagi prefecture, his heart pounding with anticipation. The apartment building where you resided loomed ahead, a familiar landmark on his jogging route. It sort of became a routine for the two of you to meet when he jogged by.

As he drew closer, he spotted you in the alleyway, a half-smoked cigarette between your fingers. Knowing he was close, you squatted down and rubbed the lit cig into the exposed dirt.

As your ears caught the sound of his approaching footsteps, you rose from your squatting position, meeting his gaze as he stood before you, breathless and slightly flushed. A smile played at your lips as you greeted him, “I was hoping to see you here!” He smiled cheerfully, still being awkward as the day you two met.

"Caught me again," you remarked in a husky tone, teasingly crushing the remains of your cigarette underfoot. He chuckled at you remark shifting side to side nervously.

"Back at it with the cardio?" you quipped, your eyes trailing over his form appreciatively. His cheeks reddened further at your remark, stumbling over his words as he tried to maintain composure.

"M-maybe I just wanted an excuse to see you," he confessed, drawing nearer, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin of your legs. An impish grin tugged at your lips as you toyed with him, a hand drifting to his shoulder.

"Such a good boy," you murmured, relishing in the effect your words had on him. His attempt at maturity faltered as he reached out to adjust your skirt, a futile attempt to conceal the tempting expanse of soft skin.

An impish grin tugged at your lips as you toyed with him, “Are you trying to pull it off? In public?” Your teasing tone causing his blush to deepen. He tried to defend himself but the words died in his mouth when you looked at him like that,

"How about we head up to my place? You can continue your 'cardio' routine there," you suggested, guiding him with a knowing smile as he slowly caught on to your suggestive innuendo.

[bookishcarmela]

Dark Desires

warnings: none

pairings: jacaerys velaryon x targ!reader, aemond targaryen x targ!reader

synopsis: Princess Y/n, the eldest daughter of Daemon and Laena Targaryen, faces a tumultuous life after her mother's death. Her father marries Rhaenyra Targaryen, and Y/n is betrothed to Rhaenyra's eldest son, Jacaerys. Over time, Y/n and Jacaerys grow to love each other deeply. However, their lives are thrown into turmoil when Y/n unexpectedly reunites with her cousin, Aemond igniting new emotions. As the threat of war looms, Y/n grapples with her feelings and the competing demands of love, duty to her family, and her betrothal to Jacaerys. She must navigate this emotional and political minefield to find her true path amidst the chaos.

Chapter 1: Drift Mark

 Y/n Targaryen felt the cold bite of winter against her skin as she rode Silverwing through the crisp morning air. The dragon's scales gleamed in the early light, a beacon against the pale sky. The flight from Dragonstone to Driftmark was short, but the chill in the air tinted her tan skin a soft pink. As she approached High Tide, she saw the pale stone towers peeking over the clouds. The welcoming cry of her grandmother's dragon, Meleys, echoed in the distance.

Landing gracefully, Y/n spotted her sister Baela waiting for her. They laughed and embraced each other warmly.

"Sister, it’s been too long," Y/n said, though it had only been a fortnight since their last meeting.

Baela’s silver hair was now cut short and braided, a change Y/n noticed immediately. As they let go of each other, Baela still held her hand.

"Come, sister," Baela said. "We have much to talk about."

They made their way down the corridors of High Tide, catching up on everything they couldn’t fit into their letters. Entering the main room, they saw their grandmother, Rhaenys, sitting upon the driftwood throne. She stood and embraced Ayra warmly.

"My sweet girl, it’s been too long. I’ve missed you," Rhaenys said.

"I’ve missed you as well, Grandmother," Y/n replied.

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the maester and their uncle Vaemond. Y/ns' heart sank as she remembered her grandfather, Lord Corlys, who had been gone for six years fighting in the Stepstones. The maester spoke solemnly of how Corlys had been injured in battle and had contracted a fever that many hadn’t survived.

Rhaenys thanked the maester, asking him to prepare for Corlys’s arrival. Y/n could see the mix of emotions in her grandmother’s eyes.

"The Sea Snake is strong, Grandmother," Baela said, trying to comfort her. "Truly, it’ll take much more than a fever to best him. The Sea Snake is much too stubborn."

"I’m afraid not even my brother’s stubbornness can save him," Vaemond interjected, stepping closer. "I have seen blood fever overcome men half his age."

"I will not suffer the talk of crows in my house, Vaemond," Rhaenys said sternly, giving him a pointed look.

"I love my brother," Vaemond continued.

"If you loved your brother so much, then you would be doing your best to help him, not trying to usurp his seat while he is ill," Y/n said, interrupting.

"I speak only the truth, niece," Vaemond replied, turning to Y/n. "We might greet that ship only to find my brother already gone. Who will sit the driftwood throne then?"

"My grandmother seems quite comfortable here," Baela said.

"She resides only in the absence of her husband," Vaemond snapped. "Upon his death, the seat passes."

"To Lucerys Velaryon," Rhaenys interrupted, her voice firm. "As is my lord husband’s wish."

"I am the Sea Snake's own blood, the closest he has left," Vaemond said, looking at Rhaenys.

"I would mind my words if I were you, Uncle," y/n said. "One could take your words for treason."

Vaemond’s hard gaze turned back to Arya as he stepped onto the dais where Ayra and Baela stood on either side of their grandmother.

"I speak the truth, niece, and you know it. All of you know it," Vaemond said, looking at all three of them. "It has been decided," Rhaenys said, her voice steady but tinged with anger.

"By a man whose ambition has brought calamity upon us," Vaemond said, raising his voice. "My brother cares only for the history books, but the Velaryon line is to be snuffed out, supplanted by the pups of House Strong. Driftmark is mine by all rights. I should like your support," he said, looking Rhaenys dead in the eyes, "but I do not… need it. The winds have shifted. The crown has good reason to take my side."

"My cousin, the king, would have your tongue for this," Rhaenys said, her voice venomous.

"But it’s not the king who sits the Iron Throne these days, good sister. It is a queen," Vaemond said, stepping closer.

"You best mind yourself. She is still the lady of this household, and you are no more than a second son," Ayra said.

"Why, you little—" Vaemond started, straightening himself, his words cold.

"I would choose my next words carefully," Y/n said. "You forget yourself, Uncle. I am a princess of House Targaryen. You best mind your tongue before you lose it."

"You’ve overstayed your welcome, good brother," Rhaenys said, standing. "You may take your leave."

Vaemond tilted his head up and sent pointed looks to both Ayra and Baela before leaving in angry steps.

After her strenuous morning, Rhaenys excused herself back to her rooms, leaving Y/n and Baela to spend the day together. They walked along the beaches of Driftmark, the ocean seemingly calm today. The waves lapped gently at their feet, and the salty air filled Y/n with memories of her mother.

The sea always made Y/n think of her mother: her long curly white hair, her soft skin, and the way she used to hold Y/n. She remembered those last days before her mother passed, the day she had claimed Silverwing. She had rushed into her mother’s room, filled with happiness, to announce that she had finally claimed her own dragon. Her mother, sitting in a long white dress with a hand on her pregnant belly, had been so proud.

Her mother had promised that after the baby came and she healed, they would fly together. Such a simple memory, yet it brought a heavy weight to Y/n heart. Baela’s voice brought her back to the present.

“So, dear sister,” Baela said with a mischievous smile, “how is your betrothed?”

Y/n let out a giggle. “Jace is fine. He’s still struggling with his High Valyrian, but he’ll get it in no time. Vermax is big enough to fly now, so we’ve been flying together over the Dragonmount and the Blackwater.”

“You seem quite taken with him,” Baela teased, laughing. “You’ve come so far from playing kissing games with Father’s squires.”

Y/n nudged her with her shoulder, laughing as well. “If I remember correctly, I wasn’t the only one playing those games.”

“Yes, but you are the older sister. You’re supposed to set an example,” Baela replied in a light, airy tone.

“Oh, please, Baela. You were just as much trouble as I was. Besides, now I’m too old for kissing games,” Y/n giggled.

“Yes, we do much more than kissing now,” Baela said, laughing and bumping into Y/n.

“It is unladylike to speak of such things,” Y/n teased. “All I will say is that Jace does not leave me wanting for anything.” She winked, and both girls erupted into laughter once more.

After laughing until they were out of breath, they looked at each other.

“I’ve missed this,” Y/n said. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Baela replied. “How much longer will you stay here, Baela?”

All the humor left Baela’s face. “I don’t want to have this conversation again, Y/n.”

“Baela, please,” Y/n said. “You cannot stay mad at Father forever. Rhaena misses you. I miss you. Father misses you. We have two younger brothers who barely know you. You have to let this go. You have to come home.”

“Dragonstone is not my home,” Baela said. “Driftmark is my home, as it was Mother’s. My place is here with Grandmother. You see how things are here—Grandfather’s not dead yet, and still, vultures come to try to take his throne. I must stay here with Grandmother.”

“You and I both know that Grandmother can take care of this on her own,” y/n said. “With Meleys, she would make quick work of anyone who tried to harm her or her house. Don’t use her as an excuse to stay here. You’re five and ten, Baela; you’re too old for these games.”

Baela kept quiet and looked away, towards the sea, watching the sun slowly set as the sea swallowed it whole.

“The hour is late, sister,” Baela said. “Our grandmother is waiting for us.” The rest of the walk was quiet, and once they were within the walls of High Tide, they took their separate ways.

High Tide had always been an odd place for Y/n. They had lived in Pentos until she was four and then made their way here because her mother wished for her children to be raised in her childhood home. Y/n could tell that her father never really liked it. He never fully adjusted to High Tide, yet he stayed for her mother’s sake.

As she made her way into her childhood room, closing the door behind her, it seemed almost frozen in time, unchanged since she was a girl. No one ever took it. High Tide had a lack of guests ever since the death of her mother and uncle Laenor. Y/n quickly stripped out of her riding leathers and bathed herself, changing into an airy dress.

Its top was a light blue silk, almost so light it looked silver, with two silver dragons connected at her waist. The bottom of the dress was white lace. It was rare to see her out of her house colors, but she did love the blues and silvers of House Velaryon.

A servant took her to where her sister and grandmother waited. She sat opposite Baela, who only glanced at her. Y/n looked towards her grandmother, grabbing her hand.

“How do you fare, Grandmother?” Y/n asked.

“I am well, my dear. These leeches try to take everything from me, but I am of my father’s blood. I will stay strong,” Rhaenys replied, pausing before continuing. “My dear, I need you to write to your father about what has happened today. I have received word that Vaemond is readying to go to the capital to petition for your grandfather’s seat. We will leave on the morrow.” She looked at both her granddaughters, grabbing Baela’s hand as well. “We must stand as a united front. I need you both to ready yourselves for anything that might happen. It has been too long since we’ve been in the capital, and I fear we have no friends there.”

The rest of dinner was light, filled with simple conversations and old memories. When they were done, Y/n excused herself and went back to her chambers. As she wrote to her father, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of excitement. It had been too long since she had been in King’s Landing since they had all been in King’s Landing. Once she was done, she lay in bed and readied herself for what the morning held.

next chapter

[icarusignite]

PIRATE! ATEEZ MASTERLIST

The ships have come to carry you home Pairing: Captain Hongjoong x Runaway Princess Reader Summary: Weary of the gilded cage of royalty, you escape your opulent life, only to realize that your longing for freedom has landed you in the clutches of ruthless pirates. Determined to prove your worth, you must persuade the enigmatic captain to defy the bounty on your head.

Pairing: Siren Yeosang x Poacher Reader Summary: You have always lived by the code of the hunt, and as a skilled poacher of exotic creatures, the only law you abide by is that of your own survival. But when a lucrative contract tasks you with capturing a siren alive, you find yourself ensnared in a perilous game where delivering the prize without succumbing to your own guilt or its elusive song proves impossible. (coming soon)

Pairing: Ex-Naval Officer Jongho x Captive Reader Summary: As the daughter of the naval commander, you find yourself ensnared by the very pirates your father hunts. Among them, your most ruthless captor is none other than the man who once served your father but is now a deserter of the worst kind. As days turn to weeks, you uncover the hidden truths that drove him from the ranks of the navy, and through the eyes of your captor, you witness the cruel corruption that festers within the very force sworn to protect the seas. (coming soon)

Pairing: Cartographer Yunho x Pirate Reader Summary: When you find yourself marooned on a remote island after your ship is stolen, you must rely on your wits to survive. With the unexpected help of an old friend, you join a new crew ready to take back what was yours. Among your new allies is the soft-spoken cartographer, whose quiet strength and compassion offer you unexpected comfort. (coming soon)

Pairing: Explosives Master Mingi x Medic Reader Summary: Life as the ship's medic is no easy task, battling not only the fierce skirmishes and injuries typical of a pirate's life but also the ship's resident explosive expert, who constantly finds new excuses to seek your company, often accompanied by yet another injury for you to tend to. Despite your repeated warnings, his cavalier attitude toward safety continues to test your patience and skills, until his recklessness costs him more than he could ever anticipate. (coming soon)

Pairing: Lookout San x Spy reader Summary: You have managed to infiltrate a notorious pirate ship through deception and lies. Your mission: to pass on their secrets to their enemies. But navigating the perilous waters becomes increasingly difficult when you discover the all-seeing eyes of the ship's lookout, who seems to witness all and scrutinize your every move. Caught between the need for stealth and the watchful gaze that seems to penetrate your every facade, you must tread carefully, or risk being exposed and facing dire consequences. (coming soon)

Pairing: Firstmate Seonghwa x Ghost Reader Summary: Trapped for centuries within an ancient artifact as a restless ghost, you find yourself unexpectedly released by the intimidating first mate of a pirate ship. However, there's more to him than meets the eye, and as you struggle to adapt to a world you no longer recognize, he finds himself strangely drawn to you and your secrets. (coming soon)

Pairing: Quartermaster Wooyoung x Pirate Hunter Reader Summary: You have dedicated your life to eradicating piracy from the seas, but when a case of mistaken identity finds you on the wrong side of the law, you're forced to flee with the very crew you have sworn to destroy. Onboard the pirate ship, tensions run high, and you find yourself torn between your duty and an unexpected connection with the charming quartermaster who is determined to make you stay. (coming soon)

A/N: lol so Ateez at Coachella was my final straw and I absolutely had to write for them. This pirate/maritime theme has been rattling around in my head for a while so I'm excited to get into it. They're probably going to be one-shots or maybe 2 parters if they get long. Comment if you wanna be added to the tag list <3 will probably post the first one sometime next week cuz exams this week rip

[daisynik7]

Give You Blue Masterlist

When your sky is grey, I will give you blue.

Pairing: Eren x f!reader, Reiner x f!reader (past relationship)

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre: college au

cw: explicit sexual content, language, angst, hurt/comfort, comedy, fluff - specific content warnings will be provided for each chapter

Summary: You and Reiner, childhood friends and high-school sweethearts, break-up in your sophomore year of college. This is the story about how you pick up the pieces of your heartbreak, with the help of your friends and especially your new RA, Eren Jaeger. A story where there are no villains or heroes, just normal people navigating through life and love, one day at a time.  

Author's Notes: Another college au series, yay! I hope you all like this one! All characters are college aged (19-22 years old). Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading!

Give You Blue Taglist | Give You Blue Playlist

Chapter Title and Summary (spoiler-free):

Chapter 1: How It Ends - Reiner breaks up with you the night before the new semester begins. With his car packed with both of your belongings, the hour long ride to campus the next day offers some clarity.

Chapter 2: First Impressions - You move into your new dorm with your best friend and roommate, Annie, where you update her on your current relationship status. That night, you meet Eren Jaeger, your new Resident Assistant.

Chapter 3: Umbrella - With your classes as a distraction, you manage to survive a month into your breakup. However, you hit a wall when you run into your ex for the first time since the start of the semester. And, as if it couldn't get any worse, you forget to bring an umbrella on a day with heavy rainfall. Luckily, someone comes to your rescue.

Chapter 4: Alone Together - You and Annie attend a dinner at the Mu Phi sorority house on campus. Reiner, on his way out of Delta Delta, ambushes you on the walk back to your dorm for a less than pleasant conversation. Later that week, RA Eren hosts a game-night for his fellow residents. But, with it being on a Friday right after midterms, he's disappointed when it flops. Fortunately, someone comes to his rescue.

Chapter 5: Dreams - Your friendship with Eren is taken to the next level. You have a sweet dream that turns into a nightmare. Eren tells his parents that he is considering changing his major.

Chapter 6: Gravity - You attend a party with Annie, only to run into Reiner unexpectedly. Mistakes are made and Eren is once again to the rescue, more than ever before.

Chapter 7: Electric - You and Eren share an intimate moment together, one that the both of you wish could last forever. 

Chapter 8: How It Begins - The conclusion of the series Give You Blue.

Epilogue: A little bonus chapter for our couple.

[aziraphales-library]

hii!! Do you guys have any fanfic recommendations with that headcanon where everyone in SoHo is afraid to talk to Aziraphale because of his angry husband (crowley)? i also actually accept any indication of fanfics that look a little like that scene from S2 where Crowley goes to rescue Aziraphale in the pub

thank you in advance! I love your work on this tumblr, you are life savers. kisses xxx

Hello. Here are some Whickber Street fics featuring a protective Crowley...

A group of the two of us. by Mimisempai (G)

After what happened at the last shopkeepers' meeting, Mr. Brown asks Aziraphale to host another one, and this time a real one. Aziraphale agrees, but wants to do so well that he forgets to take care of himself. Fortunately, Crowley is there to remind him and lend a hand. However, this meeting may hold another surprise for the demon.

Brown's World Of Misguided Assumptions by WaitingToBeBroken (T)

Mr Brown, Brown's World of Carpets, is not a stranger to the criminal world. He can clearly tell that the man who has started to visit Mr. Fell down the road is up to no good. And he is desperate to help the kind bookseller escape the world of crime. Crowley, on the other hand, is unsure why this homophobic idiot is so insistent on bothering him.

Happy New Year, angel by Siobhans_world (T)

Aziraphale invites Crowley to a party thinking they're finally free to become 'an us'. Best friends turned into lovers. Little do they know Hell has promoted Shax to become the next representative for Hell in London. This short story is set between Season 1 and Season 2, explaining some of the unanswered questions; why Crowley never told Aziraphale he was living in his car and why they're so touchy-feely in Season 2.

Human expressions of love by Tossukka (M)

People in Aziraphale's neighbourhood unexpectedly start acting overly amorous towards him. Whatever the reason, it doesn't seem to affect Crowley's feelings at all, which could be explained either by him being a demon or by the non-magical attraction he has felt for the angel since ancient times. Between strangers writing Aziraphale terrible love poetry, Crowley trying to scare off the angel's suitors, and a trip to Tadfield to learn more about love spells, Crowley has to try his best to help Aziraphale solve the situation while keeping his own feelings in check.

Year of the Snake by RedThistle (T)

Mr. Fell is a sweet man (as long as you don’t try to buy his books). That’s undeniable. His partner on the other hand…well, less than savory assumptions have been made. 3 times a Soho resident thought Crowley was up to something very sinister + 1 time they knew he wasn’t.

- Mod D

[akixa]

FLOWER || GunxF!reader

Hahaha idk.

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄, ⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁˚⊱🪷⊰˚⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄, ⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂

Your father is a close associate of Yamazaki Shingen, who is famously known as the "Demon Tiger" and leads the powerful Yamazaki Clan in Japan. As the trusted right-hand man of the Yamazaki syndicate vice president, your father often brings you along to their meetings. However, due to your young age, you are not permitted to be present in the room with them, as there are concerns about your safety. Upon arriving at Yamazaki's residence, you immediately sense the solemn and foreboding atmosphere that permeates the surroundings. You instinctively clutch onto your father's arm, feeling a sense of unease and fear every time you visit this place, particularly at the thought of encountering the president once more. The first time you laid eyes on him, you were overwhelmed with an intense desire to vanish, hoping to avoid ever seeing him again.

As you stand alone in a single room, eagerly awaiting your father to finish his meeting, you find yourself overcome with a sense of restlessness. In the past, you would have simply whiled away the time, but today is different. Boredom nags at you, urging you to break free from its grip. With a determined push, you slide open the door and step out into the quiet hallway, the sound of your footsteps echoing around you.

As you tread forward, you find yourself emerging into a lush backyard, enveloped in a sea of vibrant greenery. The gentle caress of the wind against your skin brings a sense of peace, grounding you in the present moment. With each step, you can feel the earth beneath you, the soft blades of grass bending under your feet as you explore the tranquil expanse of the yard.

As you strolled around, you caught a glimpse of the vice president engaged in a conversation with the man beside him. You swiftly ducked behind a towering tree, ensuring that you remained unnoticed. Peeking cautiously, you noticed they were still engrossed in their discussion, so you shifted your position to get a better view of what had captured their attention. To your surprise, you witnessed two brothers and a young boy engaging in a combat exercise. While you recognized the two brothers, the young boy was unfamiliar to you.

Perhaps he was a new trainee? You had never seen him before, not even during your initial visit. You observed him as he executed punches and kicks, while one of the brothers corrected his form. As the boy paused to catch his breath and wipe away his sweat, your eyes unexpectedly met. Startled, you quickly retreated behind the tree, hoping to remain unnoticed.

You let out a slow, heavy sigh and begin to walk away from where you were standing, deliberately avoiding the gaze of the boy who is still watching you from behind.

You find yourself in Yamazaki's residence once again, opting to stay put in the room while your father wraps up his meeting. Thankfully, you brought along a Kendama, a classic Japanese toy, to keep you occupied. The only issue is that you're not particularly skilled at it. After a few unsuccessful attempts, you set it aside and settle in to wait.

Suddenly, you pick up the sound of footsteps approaching from outside. You assume it must be your father, but how could the meeting have concluded so soon? The footsteps come to a halt outside your room, prompting you to grab the Kendama, ready to defend yourself. The door slides open slowly, revealing the boy from the previous day.

The room falls silent as the boy begins to question you, but you're uncertain about whether or not to respond. You don't know him and don't want to jeopardize your father's safety. You choose to remain silent as the boy moves closer, attempting to engage you in conversation. When you refuse to engage, he seems dejected.

While observing the boy, you notice his striking eyes. Such a odd eyes. As you study him, he notices the Kendama in your hand and inquires if you play. You nod and hand it over to him. To your surprise, he plays the game with remarkable skill, effortlessly executing various techniques. You're captivated and can't help but watch him play.

After some time, you finally introduce yourself, and he responds by introducing himself as Park Gun. You chat as he continues to play, and before you realize it, it's time to depart with your father. As you bid him farewell, you detect a trace of sadness in Park Gun's expression as he holds the Kendama in his hand. He quickly brushes it off and heads towards his mother's room.

After that day everything went downhill.

Few days later, your father went to meeting without you bringing to him. You ask him why you can't come along with him and he respond that the business is getting out of hand and for your safety you need to away from that place as he ruffle your messy hair making your worries for him go away before he leave you alone in your house.

You gaze at the window seeing the sakura tree start to loose their leaves. A sudden pang on your chest make you feel deep emotion. Confusing but you brush it off and just do your chores and do nothing once again. You wonder, will you see Gun again? Hopefully he will be fine. Hope so.

Years later. You feel sad that you didn't see Gun for years. Trying to convince your father you want to come along but he keep declining it and leave you. Now is your first time studying in daycare. Finally something entertain you while your father is gone. After daycare time, you and other start to walk towards to parents, except your father weren't there. He seem very busy that he don't have time to pick you up in daycare. You bid farewell to your teacher before you walk alone to home. During you walking adventure you notice a lutos lake on the way. You decided to go there and have peaceful moment all by yourself. You watch the water move the lily pad as the lutos flower floating around. While sitting on the wood of bridge you feel a water drop top of your head as you look up to see the sky is getting cloudy and yet you didn't bring umbrella with you. Good thing you see a huge Lilly pag near you and you grab to it making snap sound of separating the top from the root and hold it like umbrella while the clouds start to rain down to you.

Out of nowhere you feel someone is standing behind you watching at you. You turned to see Gun looking at you as he get wet from the rain.

“Why you standing there? Come over here.”

As you pull his hand towards you, you guide him to sit next to you, moving the lily pad to the middle so that Gun is also covered with you. You were overjoyed to see Gun today. Both of you just sat there, enjoying the peaceful scene of raindrops falling on the lake. Lost in the moment, you didn't notice Gun reaching into his sleeve to pull out a small flower, which he then gave to you.

“You know? Since the day you didn't come to visit. This flower reminds me of you. So innocent, pure, and pretty.”

Your eyes widen when he softly spoke at you. You look at the flowers on his arm, it those look pretty. A tint of red appeard on your cheek as you smile at him.

Your so glad that you went there in raining moment with Gun before you two not see each other again.

As a teenager, navigating through school has become increasingly challenging. Gun, a figure who was once prevalent in your life, has now become a rare sight, even to your own father. You have gained a deeper understanding of Gun through the conversations your father has with others, revealing that Gun is the son of the Yamazaki clan president and the future head of the Yamazaki family. His sole purpose is to avenge the humiliation his father endured at the hands of Garpyong Kim fist gang.

Pity.

It's a pity to see someone so young burdened with such responsibilities; he should be enjoying his youth like any other child his age. Fortunately, your father has made efforts to keep you away from anything associated with the Yamazaki clan. However, a challenge arises as you find yourself interacting with Gun whenever the opportunity presents itself, all while keeping this information hidden from your father.

Here you are on the street walking back to home. Deja vu? Kinda. You find yourself walking down a dimly lit alley, seeking solace from the cacophony of the outside world with your earphones in, lost in the depths of your phone's music list. Oblivious to your surroundings, you inadvertently step on something, or someone, causing you to jolt out of your reverie. As you look down, you are met with the sight of an unconscious body beneath your feet.

Startled, you quickly retreat, only to realize that the alley is littered with more prone figures, each bearing the brutal marks of a physical assault. The grim scene before you sends a shiver down your spine as you grapple with the harrowing realization of the danger that surrounds you.

“holy…” you whisper as slowly remove your earphones on you.

As you gazed at the scene in front of you, fear gripped you. Suddenly, a heavy rain began to pour down, and you realized that you had once again forgotten to bring an umbrella. As you hurriedly made your way through the area, being careful not to step on any of the unconscious bodies strewn across the ground, you caught sight of a pair of familiar eyes gazing up at the cloudy sky.

“Are you having a moment, Gun?” you approach him while you use both of your arm cover your head.

“moment? No, I'm just admiring the rain.”

“you will get sick ‘future head of Yamazaki’ ”

“stop talking nonsense and your the one who will get sick easily”

As you two continued to exchange bitter remarks and playful jabs, you reached into your bag and retrieved a towel. Gently, you began to wipe the blood from Gun's face as he leaned down, allowing you to reach his face more easily.

“you should stop whatever you doing, Gun… I don't care if this your phase or something but this is not fine at all.”

“Why?”

“You hurt others that lower to you and you shouldn't done that. You hurt them, you hurt yourself more.”

As you finishing up wiping his face to his neck. Once you done you feel a hand before your head and pull you toward just to feel a soft kiss on your forehead before it pull away. You look up to him just to see his eyes looking at you, eyes locked together in romantic trance. He walk away from you with small wave to bid farewell to you. He even put a small flower on your ear.

“go home. You will get sick”

“Your the one to talk!”

As his figure slowly fades from your sight. It's the last time you will see him before you and your father move away to Korea, leaving behind memories of the past. The thought of leaving him behind feels like a heavy weight pressing down on your heart. The raindrops mix with the tears on your cheeks as you realize that your childhood romance is coming to an end. New chapter to you will begin soon as you step in to the Korea.

Did you know? Gun have garden of you everytime he doesn't see you, he would go there and sat thinking you with him because [your favorite flowers] reminds him of you. :)

[hugemilkshake]

Can I please Request a Pitaya, Ananas, Longan Cookie(Separate) x Reader(GN)

Reader just being the most sweetest common(rarity) ordinary Cookie who is actually a nerd about Dragons and always dreamed of meeting one and didn't even realized they made the Dragons fall in love with them making Y/N just go and be like "Wait- How- why-? I'm just a common Cookie though- like what???"

Enjoy your milkshake! Man the dragons are so silly. But I do think ananas will be the one to get released next, like dudes the next legendary. I have no proof of this but I have a hunch.

I’m also adding lotus and lychee bc I think they’re neet

Dragon Admirers

-Romantic scenarios-

Pitaya Dragon

You were a fairly simple cookie.

You just wanted to see or even meet a dragon

And what better place to meet a dragon than the Dragons Valley?

And it just so happens that there’s a quaint little village called Dragon City there.

A slight downfall is that they hunt dragons but, that’s no big deal!

Well one thing you didn’t know about dragons was that few could actually disguise themselves as a cookie

Now what dragon is the most famous around Dragon City?

The Red Dragon

….and that egg they got. No one knows why. But they let it happen, I mean, whose going to fight a dragon over a baby??

So the chances of meeting a dragon doubled!

One day a cookie was sporting around town showing off his “dragon.”

Well, for someone like you who studied dragons you knew damn well that was a Wyvern.

So why not correct this cookie?

Well as you were correcting this self proclaimed “dragon” rider, a certain white haired cookie watched on.

This cookie called themselves Pitaya Cookie, but in reality, they were The Red Dragon.

Honestly, they were kinda impressed and freaked out by your vast knowledge on dragons, now you didn’t know everything but you knew enough to distinguish a wyvern from a dragon

Not many cookies know how to do that these days

It was kinda charming…

Now, The Red Dragon was a bit prideful, not as prideful as other dragons

So why not go and talk to you to test your knowledge about dragons?

Unexpectedly, you knew more than they thought you did.

It was actually super charming to see someone who actually knew what they were talking about when it came to dragons!

Now you didn’t know everything but they’ll humor you.

Now unbeknownst to the dragon, they would subconsciously start spending more time with you and getting quite fond of you..

One faithful night, when everyone was fast asleep and when The Red Dragon was back to their cave, they found themselves actually excited to see you again!-

Oh

Oh no

Did The Great and Almighty Red Dragon fall in love…?

Oh gosh…

This is not something that The Red Dragon should be feeling this away towards an average cookie!

But it’s not a bad feeling… but it’s still embarrassing

Snap Dragon doesn’t understand what Pitaya is so hung up about but they want to know!

It’s only a matter of time until Snap Dragon sneaks out to see what Pitaya is up to.

Ananas Dragon

Ah yes the Tropical Soda Islands! An absolutely beautiful place to be!

But you know what’s even better?

Dragons!

And there is one who resides on the island! At least that’s what you have heard.

The Golden Dragon hasn’t really been seen all to much, but there’s proof the dragon exists!

Like a while ago, when the dragon appeared, people left fruit offerings to the dragon!

Hmm…

Maybe you should try and leave an offering!

That would be fun!

Well you went and and bought some fruit from one of the local venders and traveled out To some part of the island by the island’s tallest peak.

But as you were laying down the fruit, you heard some squeaking noises coming from a bush

You went to see what it was and you saw a small lemur trapped in a rope trap

You felt bad so you helped it out and gave it some fruit from your offering pile and went about your day

But instead of the lemur going back up in the trees or bushes, it went towards a cave with a golden glow to it

There on a golden throne sat The Golden Dragon or Ananas Dragon for short.

When Pineapple Lemur came back happy and with fruit, This didn’t surprise the dragon at first until they noticed that the fruit was not from anywhere by the mountain

Where did Pineapple Lemur get that fruit????

Well later that night Pineapple Lemur led Ananas Dragon down to were you left the fruit and the rope trap.

Ananas figured out what happened after a quick game of Pictionary

So Ananas Dragon took the fruit and decided to leave a golden scale in its place

And out of curiosity Ananas Dragon stayed there to see if you’d return

They weren’t expecting you to return but you did! Now Ananas Dragon was hiding because they don’t know who you are. You could be some deranged lunatic for all they know!

But when you saw the golden scale on the ground, it’s like the heavens have bestowed a legendary gift upon you!

And it might be the closest to meeting a dragon you’ll get to

At least that’s what you thought.

Over the course of a week or so, you’d leave fruit by the mountain and Ananas Dragon would leave something in return

Now did you know that the dragon was there? Nope.

But The Golden Dragon grew quite fond of you

So fond in fact they started to leave more expensive stuff to you

It was an act of affection

Maybe one day Ananas Dragon will come out and great you..

Lotus Dragon

You decided to go to the annual wish festival that took place every year.

But unfortunately you chickened out and decided to stay some what close but not too close to the action.

You’ll probably go and join in on the festivities but not stay for the actual event

I mean, you’re a big fan of dragons but when it comes to meeting a dragon as powerful as The Blue Dragon, you kinda get a bit nervous.

I mean they could kill you in the flick of their wrist probably so how could you not be nervous??

So you sent your wish out and ran. It was probably not the strongest or most interesting wish

But your wish to meet a dragon was really strong.

Strong enough for a certain wish granting dragon to notice.

Lotus Dragon wanted to brush it off but couldn’t.

The strong desire to meet a dragon was kinda overwhelming

Why though?

That was the most interesting part.

You wanted to meet a dragon because you find them cool.

So cool that you studied them… for fun?

Studying dragons is a very odd concept to Lotus Dragon.

You could have studied anything else, but you chose dragons?

Lotus Dragon is a little judgmental, but the more they look at your wish, the more interested they get

They can truly see how passionate you are for dragons and how much you actually want to see one prominent

It’s a little cute.

Lotus Dragon looks at you wish in a fond way now

There’s some affection for you growing in them but they push it down, it’s not time to give a common cookie this affection

But maybe making your wish come true will get Lotus Dragon closer to you

Lychee Dragon

While trying to get to the Tropical Soda Islands you found yourself in the Rambutan Village.

I mean, there aren’t any dragons but you can sure tell others about them!

And your knowledge was actually liked by a lot of cookies

Especially that kid Mangosteen Cookie

They loved hearing about your stories and knowledge about dragons

Something weird was that monsters stoped appearing as often…

Weird…

At least for anyone who’s not Mangosteen Cookie.

Mangosteen Cookie knew why monsters weren’t appearing

It’s because they had been a little distracted with you and your knowledge on dragons

It gave them a weird sense of pride when you showed how much you knew about dragons

Mangosteen Cookie wouldn’t say it or show it, but they were actually a dragon!

Lychee Dragon or The Violet Dragon to be exact

Lychee just enjoyed hearing you talk about dragons for hours on end

Your voice was actually kinda calming

But you were always with Lychee or well Mangosteen, no matter the day

But sometimes, Lychee wished they could show their true self to you without causing a panic among everyone

Now Lychee realized that they had fallen in love with you, they know that

But would Lychee try and get you to fall in love with them or would they just hypnotize you?

Longan Dragon

An average day.

That’s all your life was.

Average.

You taught some younger cookies about dragons and told them stories but other than that nothing really happened

But there was one thing that was weird…

Golden eye orb things could be spotted around places you went to on a daily basis.

Kinda like they were watching you.

Freaky.

But beyond those eyes laid The Ivory Dragon

The dragon watched you with curiosity on a very regular basis

Longan Dragon found you interesting…

A weak, insignificant cookie who knew a lot about dragons.

Interesting..

But while watching you The Ivory Dragon saw two cookies holding hands and being affectionate towards one another

Longan Dragon wanted to do that with you…

But… what was the feeling they felt..?

Was it love..? Or was it pity..?

[huboi]

mistletoe

[kaeya, diluc, childe x gn reader]

╰┈➤ includes; various types of kisses, EXTREME fluff, kinda suggestive ig

╰┈➤ this content is rated 16+ for the suggestive content, please refrain from reading if under 16

╰┈➤ merry Christmas/happy holidays everyone! thanks so much for 900+ followers too <3

for kaeya, Christmas is a really special occasion, mainly cause during Christmas diluc is actually nice to him and invites him over to the dawn winery for Christmas dinner

and that hasn’t changed just cause he’s dating you, diluc doesn’t mind inviting you too, as long as you guys don’t act too lovey dovey around him

when at the dawn winery, adelinde cooks so much food, and all of it is the best thing that has ever existed

when you and kaeya were about to leave, the sneaky bastard held up a mistletoe over your heads

he gives you a shit eating smirk before placing his lips over yours, giving you a chaste yet sweet kiss

when you guys separated, you were shocked that he didn’t go all out

“I’m not going all out since diluc’s here, and I can just about wait till we get back home for some more fun~” he cood, lightly tapping you on the butt as you hid your face into his chest so he couldn’t see your flustered expression

safe to say the morning after, you couldn’t walk at all :)

he doesn’t mind Christmas, the only problem is he’s busier than ever since there’s quite a lot of work to do before he spends the holiday with you

he doesn’t like it, but it’s what needs to be done

one day when he came back home and was greeted by your embrace, he looked up since he noticed something green on the entrance of the house, only to roll his eyes in realisation

“did you put that there?” he queried, with a small grin on his face, he was shocked but not surprised since you tend to do this every. single. year, it’s like a tradition of yours at this point

“maybe, who knows? it could’ve been adelinde” you simply shrugged, placing your hands around dilucs neck and lightly swaying

sighing in response, he leant in for the kiss, only to be responded by your lips unexpectedly crashing against his, biting his lip, making him flinch so that you could explore his mouth with your tongue

he let out a muffled groan in response, large calloused hands wrapping around your waist

you jumped up into his embrace, wrapping your legs tightly against his slutty slim waist, diluc helping by holding onto your butt

next morning the bed was ‘surprisingly’ broken, a disappointed adelinde with her arms crossed against her chest, you and diluc covered in scratch and bite marks

if possible, every year he heads back to snezhnaya to visit his family and spend the holidays there

this year he had time off luckily, and so he also brought you

this is the first time you’ve seen his family, yes you’ve heard of them all from ajax, especially of teucer, but you’re still very nervous about meeting them, especially his mother

when you arrived at the door, you were sweating buckets, ajax simply held your gloves hand into his larger hand that was bare since he’s so used to this weather

first thing that happens is teucer screams that you two have to kiss since you’re both standing underneath the mistletoe

ajax obviously acts first, giving you a small kiss on the lips before rushing towards teucer and spinning him around before embracing him into a tight bear hug

yes, he brought so many presents for everyone, he even brought some that are for you (the rest are back in liyue, where you originally reside)

his mother was so nice to you, giving you a nice big hug as soon as she saw you, and calling you beautiful/handsome etc.

she’s surprisingly tall, obviously ginger, and has quite a curvy chubby body, she’s berry huggable and so sweet

despite her adorable appearance, her face seems quite intimidating at first glance, but she’s the sweetest lady you have ever met

you, ajax, and the rest of the family had such fun at the dinner table and playing all sorts of games before you had to go to sleep due to the fact that you were both heading back the day after

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[billiedeansbitch]

𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐) - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: sorry this took longer than expected whew (I had a flu) i'm fine now tho. also i had to dump the first two drafts because i didn't like it :>

warning/s: NSFW. SMUT. SMUT. SMUT

<— prequel

What occurred in the Principal’s office stayed in the Principal’s office.

Larissa didn’t dare bring that piece of memory back to the Principal's residence or into her bed. It was wrong enough for her to say a few things she shouldn’t have, that may have suggested frowned upon ideas and acted clearly on a whim. She later blamed that on the Cabernet Sauvignon that she indulged in during late afternoon after an impromptu meeting with the Mayor. 

But then as though the Gods above were testing her, you both almost kissed in her study while overseeing a few papers regarding the Academy’s finances from last year. Subconsciously, her body leaned closer to you and you unexpectedly turned, the way she caught your waist to stop the collision of your bodies made your cheeks flushed, your lips were mere inches away from hers, breaths fanning across each other’s faces.

As brief as it was, it was enough to light a fire in her stomach to last her the entire day. If 

She then abruptly dismissed you by the afternoon saying she could handle the final papers alone and you didn’t say anything to disagree with her and left as per instructed.

Finally, when you were out of earshot, Larissa let out a big, fat sigh. She then poured herself a fresh glass of wine, the colour almost matching the red on her face. She dropped on a velvet settee with a little less elegance, rubbed her temples as she removed her black rimmed spectacles. After that her hand wandered off to remove her heels.

She was damned as the wetness rubbed in between her thighs further soaking up her underwear. Her cunt ached and she knew, if she were ever to give you the chance, your mouth would serve her well. 

It was so wrong to be thinking about your mouth suckling on the skin in between her legs, your tongue teasing her plump, sodden folds and licking her clit. Larissa attempted to drown these filthy thoughts with wine however it seemed like it wasn’t the best of ideas. She didn’t care. She kept going with her imagination while her fingers crawled between her legs, her skirt hiked up around her hips. She kept seeing your eyes from an angle she knew all too well and then she–

The tips of her fingers were soaked, juices smeared all over the thin patch of hair and the insides of her thighs, her nipples rubbed on her blouse and her underwear–where was her underwear? Larissa was displeased to have been interrupted, she sat back and saw her white, cotton underwear a bit further away from the settee. 

Then there it was again, the knocking from the other side of her study.

-

The sky was dark with brooding storm clouds when you stepped out of her threshold. On your way to the parking area, you had your hand in your bag blindly searching for the messy bunch of keys. You stopped, feeling your fingers touched a rubbery surface. When you took it out it was the duck keychain attached to two different keys and they weren’t yours.

Halfway back, rain started to fall painting wet splotches all over the concrete. You made it to her front door, thrusted the spare key in and went inside. It was so quiet that you could hear the thumps of your heart in your ears. 

Slowly, you approached her private study knowing she would be there and as you got closer the faint noise from the other side became a lot more audible for you. The door was not completely shut, you noticed. 

Larissa had her hand in between her legs just like in your visions. She was whispering your name. Calling your name. She was…she was coming on your mouth. Absentmindedly, your tongue darted to lick the corners of your lips, tasting the imaginary cum of the woman.

You pulled yourself away from the door, panting and sweating.

–

The woman rose to her full, intimidating height, and forgone the notion of wearing the underwear and tucked it in her skirt pocket and went straight to the door and found out it was ajar. 

It was you staring back at her with those striking eyes, your lips offering her a small smile, “I forgot to give you these.” your skin was flushed, a coat of sweat on your forehead. Larissa took the sight in.

“I know I should have returned them the other day after you asked me to fetch a couple of documents but I forgot.” hanging from your finger were two of her spare keys, one for the main door and one for her private study dangle together with a little duck keychain.  She let you in, opening the door a little wider.

Larissa took the keys and set them on her table. 

There had never been so much silence like this one apart from earlier when you both froze with an unwavering gaze for one another, your lips only mere centimetres apart. Then you decided to part, ignoring the glints of longing in your eyes.

“I heard you. I heard you saying my name.” Larissa momentarily closed her eyes, she then turned her head toward you, arching her brow urging you to continue.

You took a step forward, your heart racing in your chest. Something was telling you, you shouldn’t do it. “You want me.” she scoffed, but by no means did anything to counter what you said. It fueled your confidence, you took another step closer. She was trapped in between you and the desk.

“Is that why you told me my visions are safe with you?”  it was breathy, your chest was heaving. Your eyes were looking  more hopeful. Larissa took in the softness of the blush on your cheeks, how your lips tremble every time you speak to her, your gaze wanting to falter but you held it steady with every ounce of will you had. 

What happened before in her office didn’t let you sleep. You kept thinking about it. About her. The things she told you, the way she grabbed your face and made you look straight into her eyes and when you whimpered her name

“Miss Weems” 

Then you saw her eyes darkening with desire, the deepest, darkest and most carnal of them all. 

“Your nipples are hard and you’re wet.” the gap closed from your bodies, you stood on your toes and your lips brushed against hers but never quite enough. Her lips twitched. Larissa stayed planted in front of you. “You want me.” you mouthed against her. You weren’t guessing. It was true. 

There was a flash of mischief in the woman’s eyes and before you knew it, it was Larissa’s turn, her lips hovering over your lips and breathing in the faint smell of rain water and lipstick, “I want you.” she said, looking into your eyes. She sounded dark and vicious although her eyes were warm, enchanting blues persuading you to lean more and taste those lips.

You surged forward meeting her lips at last. Weems’ hand instinctively found purchase on your waist, holding you up against her while the other cupped your cheek before they weaved through your hair and settled on the back of your head.

Her mouth tasted of wine with a hint of toothpaste. Her scent was fascinating, attracting you to roam with your mouth against the skin of her neck, smelling every inch and tasting it as you went. Lavishing each freckle you saw and god there was a lot and you happily showed love to each one of them.

Larissa felt her stomach drop, everything else she expected and imagined was incomparable to this. It was so much better and more.

“I want you, too.” you murmured in between the kiss. Larissa hummed, her chest clenching. “I want you so much.” followed by the most brutally breathtaking liplocking and hands wandering all over each other’s faces, buttons popping out and zipper being undone.

Her desk was cleared in a heartbeat, papers flung around and though this one was smaller compared to the one in her office in the main building it was just as sturdy.  Larissa held your face in her hands. “I want to be so gentle with you.” she planted soft, tender pecks on both of your eyelids, and you felt her smiling all the way through until she tucked a piece of hair behind you ear and whispered something filthy, “But we both know your cunt craves a hard fucking right now.”

Larissa didn’t mind how damp she was. This moment was about you and your pussy. Your sweet, and tight, little hole. The woman didn’t wait for you to recover from her words, she lifted you up on the desk, “Lie down, darling.” it was all finally becoming true.

What started out as languid flicks of her tongue turned to sadistic thrusts of her fingers, while her mouth kept wrapped around your clit, stimulating the hard, pink bundle of nerves and it had you fisting her hair, your toes curling from how good it felt. 

“More. More, please. Don’t stop.” You begged her as you felt the heat pooling in your lower belly. Her hand cupped you breast and squeezed.

“Don’t stop. Fuck me however you want just please don’t stop. You feel so good inside me. Fuck!”

Larissa was incredibly enjoying it as she smirked while adding the third finger, your walls immediately clenching tight around her fingers. 

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck.” It burned, it burned so bad like your walls were tearing apart but fuck she felt so good inside you and her fingers weren’t fully inside yet. “Larissa, fuck me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you I—“

“You won’t. You won’t. It feels so good. You feel amazing.” 

Larissa fucked you continuously until you were bent over her desk and she was fucking you from behind, her mouth clamped on your shoulder sucking pretty bruises around your body while her other hand was busy fondling your breasts, loving how firm your nipples were.

“You look so pretty like this. So pretty with my fingers in your cunt.” 

Weems was undeniably great and knew how to fuck best because after your third orgasm, you were spent and sore but you asked her to keep her fingers in and she watched as your cum dripped down her wrist. You looked down and saw the mess you made. 

When your face relaxed and your cheeks cooled, you looked at her with a wide-eyed gaze, your tears threatening to spill. Larissa kissed your forehead and pulled you toward her body, bringing your face to her chest and cooing at you. 

“Did I hurt you?” 

You sniffled, shaking your head “No. No, you didn’t. I’m okay. I feel good.” 

You pressed your palm on her naked chest, feeling the erratic pounding of her heart. “You made me feel the best.” You assured her, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her shoulder, tasting sweat.

Larissa smiled, feeling better herself. 

—

Later, you both ended up on the rag near the fireplace, the rainstorm hadn’t stopped, it kept pouring but neither of you cared. The thunders were loud but it was no match to the pitch of her cries, her legs were splayed and you were in between, lapping her cunt like it was your very last meal.

“Fuck yes, mhmm, yes that’s it—keep doing that, baby.” She was rolling her hips and fucking your face, spreading her legs even wider. You knew what you had to do. 

You shifted her leg over your shoulder and extended your tongue deeper into her as much as you could, curling and then sucking until her legs quiver. “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming, (y/n).” 

You buried your tongue even farther inside, tasting the sweetness of her pussy and feeling her walls contract, her juices leaking straight to your mouth. You suckled on her clit and felt her legs jolt, her hand pushing your shoulder but you didn’t stop, you kept going and fucked her some more with your fingers. The room was filled with wet noises as your knuckles drove deep inside again and again, curling them while your mouth was busy taunting her nipples.

Her cunt was wet, the wettest you’ve ever had, she was plump and pink and very, very alluring, you couldn’t stop yourself. You wanted her. She was fucking delicious.

Larissa chuckled seeing your face smeared with her juices once you pulled away from her, your eyes still fixated on cunt. You frowned at her. “What?” you asked, utterly oblivious to how messy you look.

“Come here, darling.” she beckoned you to come. You obliged, crawling toward her. She propped herself up with her elbow, cleaning your mouth and chin with the back of her hand before kissing you lightly on the lips. Your cheeks warmed at the gesture.

You licked your thumb seeing there was a smudge of mascara just right below her left eye, “You got somethin’ here, too.” Larissa leaned and let you touch her face. “There you’re all pretty again.”

Larissa chuckled her chest vibrating on your ears. “I like it when you laugh.” you were now pressed right on top her, your head on her chest.

“Why?” she asked, staring aimlessly on the ceiling, her fingers combing your hair.

“Because it tickles my brain or something.”

Or something, you thought feeling all explosive things in your chest. Or something… 

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction omegaverse fics where a character helps another character through a heat or rut (or both) as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

🧡 Light, Spark and Fire (series) by green_feelings / @greenfeelings

(E, 239k, music industry) If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

🧡 Say Something by @kingsofeverything

(E, 105k, age difference) At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating. When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity. 

🧡 Call Out My Name by frenchkiss

(E, 101k, soulmates) Apparently, it's bad PR to fall in love with the omega you hired to help you through your rut. Harry Styles begs to differ.

🧡 Where You Lay by HamPalpert

(E, 86k, fwb) When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles. 

🧡 Royal Desires by reader_chic_2

(M, 66k, royal) When Prince Louis falls into an early heat, his new personal guard Harry Styles is brought in as his heat partner for the time being until Louis finds a suitable royal prince to bond and take the throne with.

🧡 Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat by @angelichl

(E, 34k, hate to love) Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

🧡 Want It Flowing Through My Streams by screwstyles

(E, 30k, tennis) Wimbledon ABO AU: Harry has just qualified for his first Grand Slam, and he’s prepared to make the most of it – that is, until his heat unexpectedly hits him only a few days before his first match. And it’s just his luck that Louis Tomlinson, the resident bad boy of British tennis, is the only person around to help him.

🧡 Behind Smoke Stained Curtains by @jaerie

(E, 15k, secret identity) The worlds align when Louis meets an alpha from the road with as many secrets as he holds himself.

🧡 You'll Be Home For Christmas by @2tiedships2

(NR, 15k, friends to lovers) “And be nice to my calendar filled with holiday cheer,” Niall instructed. “You’re going to burn a fucking hole in it from the way you’re glaring at the innocent thing. It’s not the calendar’s fault that your heat is starting so close to Christmas.”

🧡 No One Else Will Do by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites , dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

(M, 13k, friends to lovers) Harry visibly takes a deep breath. “I’ll do it. I’ll...help you through your heat.” He looks more determined now as he stands up straighter and his eyes look at Louis more intensely.

🧡 Hint: I want to be yours by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

(M, 11k, fwb) the one where Harry unconsciously starts acting like Louis' alpha after they spend his rut together and Louis finds ways to make sure Harry's affection doesn't end.

🧡 Cancel your reservations, no more hesitations by orphan_account

(E, 10k, alpha/alpha) Louis is an alpha and so is Harry, but Louis helps him through his rut anyway.

🧡 a body wishes to be held & held by @turnyourankle

(E, 9k, coworkers) Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.

🧡 Half a World Away by @silverstuff50

(E, 9k, heat) Bothy: A bothy is a basic shelter, usually left unlocked and available for anyone to use free of charge. Bothies are found in remote mountainous areas of Scotland, Northern England, Ulster and Wales. 

🧡 This Thing Upon Me (howls like a beast) by @sadaveniren

(E, 8k, uni) Harry and Louis weren’t meant to be together. They’d met when they were put together through their university’s AO MatchUp, a program that set up alphas and omegas based on the schedules of their ruts and heats so they had someone to help them through it.

🧡 to wrap me in paper by @juliusschmidt

(E, 6k, uni) Louis hasn't been keeping track of his ruts, but, it turns out, Harry has.

🧡 Where I'm Meant To Be by Halos_Boat / @halohamilton

(E, 6k, alpha/alpha) When Louis helps Harry out with his rut so he can get it done in time for his exam, they're forced to face feelings they were harbouring for a while.

🧡 Scent Partner by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(E, 4k, pwp) If both parties agree, they meet at a heat room for the omega’s heat. Everything is safe and consensual.

🧡 Love So Soft by @lululawrence

(NR, 4k, accidental bonding) the one where Harry and Louis have been friends since they were kids, but when Louis' heat comes early, that balance that always existed between them suddenly changes.

🧡 you are the fever by flimsy

(E, 3k, canon) Louis' heat and Harry's rut coincide.

- Rare Pairs -

🧡 Pride by iwanttowriteyouafic

(E, 86k, Zayn/Liam) the one where Zayn and Liam strike a deal to help each other through their dirtiest nights, but Zayn's perception of alphas may be preventing him from something purer.

🧡 that soft pink matter by alison

(E, 2k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Nick needs help and Louis has what he needs. (Omega!nick and Alpha!louis have sex.)

[cultofdixon]

Good things come unexpectedly

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • It’s funny. In the apocalypse, you tend to think you’re immune to certain things happening. Then another “heated” night, leads to a bun in the oven • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Unprotected sex / missionary • TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Anxiety / Minor injuries / friends with benefits / Vomiting / Sleep Deprivation

Requested by: Anon

Mmm…it has been about a week since the Saviors War ended and a few things returned to normal.

A few good things.

Y/N fell back first into the bed with a soft thud it didn’t take long for Daryl to climb on top of her. He firmly presses his lips against hers bringing his big strong calloused hands to her hips. Her hands found purchase on his shoulder blades gripping onto the back of his vest while his tongue pushes past her lips exploring her mouth.

The two have been best friends since the quarry days because it felt natural. Finding another person in the world that understands the horrors you endured way before the real-life horrors of the undead came a lurking. Them getting to this point? Used to be pure stress relief, and still is. But now it was more whenever they wanted a moment when both parties wanted it. Because both respected the other when the other wasn’t in the mood. Their friendship comes before their friends with benefits.

Even if it’s been years…and feelings have changed. But neither said anything.

“Daryl—-“ Y/N moans pulling her lips away from Daryl as he instantly went for her neck when they parted. “Fuck me” She begs resulting in a low growl escaping the archer’s lips.

The man grew excited over those little words making him pull away starting to get his pants off. Y/N pushes herself away to get herself out of her shorts and panties once she was bare, he grabbed her by the thighs pulling her flush against him. Daryl situated himself in between her legs she felt the heat instantly shoot to her core when feeling his cock gather up her slick.

“You always this excited for me?” Daryl smirks watching her body jerk when he’d smack the tip of his dick against her sensitive clit.

“A l w a y s” Y/N emphasizes watching him line himself up and push his entire length in, keeping his eyes on her smirking even more when she threw her head back moaning.

He didn’t hesitate to get quick and dirty with it as he leaned into her, gripping her hips as he started to piston in her warmth. His movements only quickened as Y/N found herself latching onto his shoulders trying not to dig her nails into his vest.

After a long needed relief, Daryl stretched himself out a few hours later finding Y/N fast asleep curled beside him but he knew the second he woke he had to get up and leave. Something they had agreed on. No sleepovers. He didn’t mean to knock out after but he couldn’t help once he finished to admire the woman beneath him and take advantage of the exhaustion they both felt to sleep next to her for a while.

The archer made his way after redressing back to his basement place under the Grimes’ residence.

About a month has passed since that night, and they had a few more rounds within the time…now they had to get back to work on rebuilding the communities and keeping their families safe even if the threats were taken care of for the most part.

“Y/N is going with you right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“She looked tired during the council meeting. More than usual, just keep an eye on her okay?” Michonne informs Daryl, like he wasn’t going to out of instinct. But now he has something to worry about.

Y/N quickly caught up with the group approaching Daryl on his bike about to hop on when she froze for a moment. The archer frowns noticing her still before getting onto the back of his bike.

“You okay?”

“Mhm. Hilltop today right?”

“Yeah, gonna meet Hershel Jr while helpin’ with their new farming plots”

“Yeah I Uhm. Heard from the meeting” Y/N rubs her temple for a second before wrapping her arms around his middle as he felt her tighten her grip. “Just go slow”

Her saying such only added to his worry but he didn’t much of it. He is usually careful and it wouldn’t be the first time if she fell asleep against his back. Which she did for this ride, and thank god the drive to Hilltop was short.

When the bike came to a stop is when Y/N woke but she didn’t wake exhausted or in a normal manner. She quickly got off the back of Daryl’s bike jostling him slightly to regain balance as she made a beeline for the tree line. Disappearing for a few minutes. Rick steps out of the truck with Rosita as they both had witnessed Y/N sprint into the forest and Daryl not instantly chase after her given she came back. But it did spark a few questions for Rick to ask Daryl, even if the archer was clueless himself.

They were in the middle of work, following Tara’s lead in the farming while Maggie rests inside the Barrington House with her newborn. Rick pulled himself away for a second to approach Daryl who was helping a Hilltop resident build the wooden farm plot frames.

“Daryl?”

“Hm?”

“Where’s Y/N?”

“In the woods?”

“And why is she?”

“Settin’ up snares when I asked the second time she ran out there. First time, no clue why she did”

“Is she feelin’ alright?” Rick questions resulting in both of them quickly turning and drawing attention to their action of watching Y/N getting the soil ready for planting.

“She looks fine” Daryl frowns not looking away as he watches Y/N pull away sitting on the ground a second from her crouched position to take a breather.

“Hey!” Rick calls out, drawing Y/N’s attention to the retired sheriff’s calm composure with the archer’s frantic one. “It’s hot, yea better be drinking water”

“The fuck are you? My dad?” She groans getting up and going to get exactly that from within the walls of the Hilltop.

The archer immediately elbows Rick getting a confused look from him. “Didn’t want her seeing my face”

“We’re all worried, she could see the same thing from me”

“Your poker face is failin’ if your daughter can call yea out on your bluff” Daryl rolls his eyes handing the hammer and nails to Rick before following after Y/N to check on her.

Man the girl moves fast Daryl looked around the entire plot not finding Y/N outside of any buildings and he wasn’t about to go on a witch hunt through the trailers so he went for the Barrington House immediately.

The silence that was instantly met, made the archer a bit uncomfortable. He half expected it to be louder given there’s a newborn around and people coming in and out to update Maggie.

Daryl made his way upstairs finding Tara holding baby Hershel while Jesus was talking to Maggie about what the Alexandrians came to do. But no Y/N.

“You’ve seen Y/N, Mags?” Daryl cuts into the conversation when it reached an appropriate time to interrupt.

“She’s sleeping in my room, you can check on her if you’d like”

“Looked pretty dehydrated and y’all have only been around for a few hours” Jesus adds before the archer went to check on Y/N.

It didn’t take much for Y/N to wake out of anxious feeling that someone was around. It’s a terrible habit that develops from the years of being around the undead, so waking and looking like she was about to get grabbed only concerned Daryl when he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Sorry”

“It’s cool…uh. Did Rick need me or something?”

“Nah I wanted to check on yea” The concern laced in his voice made her worry. She slowly sat up in the bed brushing her hair back followed with a small yawn. “You feelin’ alright, Y/N?”

“Not really…haven’t been for a few days, just. Knew I had to come today”

“Didn’t have to”

“I’m not—-Never mind” She cut herself off suddenly as it obviously didn’t go unnoticed that there was more to it.

But before Daryl could even ask, Y/N slipped out of the bed turning away from him when she immediately didn’t feel well.

“Y/N—-“ Daryl frowns getting up about to grab her shoulder when she suddenly ran toward the bathroom puking the contents of her stomach. Which wasn’t much. She’s been doing that all day.

Y/N stayed in the bathroom for a while as Daryl stood on the other side feeling himself stress over a couple of thoughts. But the main one took over and he opened the door without another second of stress on the obvious.

Instead of this being met with…excitement and a calming discussion.

Everyone witnessed Daryl chase Y/N out of the Barrington House trying to talk to her when she had zero interest in doing so.

“Why didn’t you fucking say anything?!”

“It’s too early, it could be a false positive”

“That’s very un-fucking-likely given the track record of our group” Daryl scoffs continuing to follow her as the yelling drew a few’s attention. “Fucking hell! YOU RODE ON THE BACK OF MY BIKE LIKE THAT”

“SO?!” Y/N snaps getting up in his face. “ITS MY BODY AND FOR FUCKS SAKE DARYL ITS TOO EARLY”

“That don’t fucking matter. IT DONT FUCKIN’ MATTER” He snaps. “FALSE OR NOT—-YOU HAVE A SUSPICION AND SHOULDNT HAVE RISKED IT”

Rick was about to intervene when Y/N pushed him aside, swiftly taking the car keys from his pocket and heading toward the vehicle which only drove Daryl a bit angrier.

“Nah we gotta talk—-“

“NO!” She shoved Daryl back to give them enough space and the way her face contorted into sadness after anger immediately. He froze. “I’m not arguing with you before I drive off. Or I will actually get fucking hurt in a much safer vehicle compared to yours! I’m gonna get this fucking shit confirmed and when we talk about it next—-You better have checked yourself. Cuz I’m scared out of my goddamn mind if it’s real” and she got in the car and left back for Alexandria.

Daryl stood there still trying to wrap his head around what had happened. They never keep secrets. Or suspicions. Or whatever! He started to get frustrated with himself over something that is going to change his life forever.

It’s time to get his head out of his own ass and tell her how he’s felt since they’ve first met. But like every story like this. He never wanted to ruin the friendship. Neither does she.

As much as others wanted to question Daryl and or go back to Alexandria to ask Y/N. They knew after that public display, neither of them wanted to be talked to about it. Let them bring it up. Which Daryl did three days since that fight.

“Rick, you got a sec?”

Rick was holding Hershel at the time and that honestly felt like some odd sign to Daryl as he waited for his brother to hand the baby back to his mother before leaving the room with Daryl.

“How’d yea find out?”

“When Siddiq came by this morning” Y/N didn’t tell him that she was pregnant because of that fight. She needed the space just for a little while longer and she trusted Siddiq to go straight to Daryl.

“I didn’t even know the two of you were that close. Y’all have always been best friends and no one questioned it further”

“We are usually careful. To avoid this”

“Well, what do you want me to say here? Cuz the truth is? It’s Y/N’s body, if she wants to keep it or not. You can say your peace and she can reevaluate but given Siddiq came instead of her? She’s still thinking about it”

“What should I do? Right now. Not the future or whatever”

“Go to her, talk to her about it. Right now it’s just the future regarding having a baby or not. This is a big change on its own that y’all can talk about your relationship after.”

“Right…” Daryl frowns lifting himself up off the steps to the Barrington House and whistling for the gate keepers to open them up for him the second he got on his bike.

The ride was quick. No traffic’s laws anymore so he was speeding down the streets. He was careful though, because deep down if Y/N found out how fast he was being, she’d lash out that he was reckless.

As the gates to Alexandria open up, Y/N froze on the steps to her place feeling Michonne’s hand leave her back as she was radio’d a few minutes prior by her partner that Daryl was on his way. She had to tell Y/N to prepare her for whatever conversation he’ll have with her. Even if it will be messy regardless. As the bike approaches its stop, Michonne got up entirely making her leave as she gave Daryl a look that was more of a warning.

Soon the two were in the living room and Y/N sat silently in the couch while Daryl stood propped against the wall.

“We’re usually careful”

“Yeah, can’t say that now” Y/N frowns keeping her gaze on the floor as Daryl kept looking at her occasionally. “What do you want to do?”

“It’s your body, I don’t really…got a lot of say in the matter. You’re carrying it”

“But it’ll be our baby.” She states looking up at him watching him relax for once since arriving home. “You get a say…and if…fuck…” She groans bringing her head in between her legs staying like that for a moment.

When Y/N lifted her head once the nauseous feeling subsided, she noticed a bucket placed beside her and that Daryl had moved since she had to take a minute. Which lead her to start tearing up.

“I’m scared Daryl…I…I couldn’t have asked for anyone else…but I’m really fucking scared to have a baby”

Daryl finally brought himself to sit with her gently wiping away the tears that fell. “I ain’t ever leavin’ yea, I’m gonna be right here with yea. Let me take care of you and our baby” he states knowing that she couldn’t help the more tears that fell as he brought her into his embrace holding onto her.

This changes a lot

But Y/N was thankful he didn’t leave her to deal with this alone. Not that Daryl would want that. He’s always seen a future, a future with her. This is simply taking another route to their endgame.

First Trimester

“So are you finally going to talk about it?” Aaron questions Daryl while they packed up the truck to bring lumber to the Kingdom for rebuilding.

“Don’t think there’s a good time”

“Seriously? Okay—-first, I was the only one that knew the two of you were fucking. Now I’m the only one to know that you’ve been in love with your baby mama for fucking years?”

“The second half yea ain’t the only one that knows. Fuckin’ everyone close to me knows except her”

“Man. I wish it was the first one. Why was I the only one that knew the two of you were…intimate”

“You’re the only dumbass that walked in on us” Daryl scoffs closing the trunk and heading to the drivers as Aaron couldn’t argue with the obvious.

The two drove to the Kingdom still discussing the matter as the general census is Daryl should tell Y/N how he feels. Especially when the future plans are out of order. As the two drew close to the kingdom, Daryl noticed the gates were open and Y/N standing outside the walls with her hunting gear making him quickly step out once he parked.

“The fuck you doing?”

“Going hunting with Carol”

“Nah, you can’t go”

“And…why is that?” Y/N crosses her arms glaring at the archer as he only returned the same look.

“You’re pregnant”

“Oh my god….no! NO—-Really?!” Y/N gasps dramatically, causing a laugh to escape from Carol as she watches this unfold. “Are you sure? I couldn’t tell from my swollen breasts and inability to keep a fucking meal down.” She hissed only for Daryl to get a bit annoyed but he knew if he argued further, she might hit him. “I’ll be fucking fine! I’ve got Carol”

“Let me—-“

“No, you made a promise to Ezekiel to help rebuild the theater and that’s what you’re going to do” Carol interrupts taking Y/N along with her, letting her take the lead before turning back to Daryl. ‘I’ve got her’ she mouthed to him.

As the two found a spot to scout out for any game that comes by, Y/N presses her forehead against the fallen tree they were hidden behind trying not to lose the contents of her stomach. Carol instantly sets her bow down, resting a hand on her friend’s back rubbing soothing circles while her free hand went through her bag to get her canteen.

“Yknow. I had it really bad when I was pregnant with Sophia. Tried to use my brain power to stop myself, it never ends well”

“So I shouldn’t…hold back?”

“Exactly” as Carol pulls away to open the canteen she watches Y/N quickly turn away and vomit. “Yeah, don’t hold it in. Only going to make you feel worse”

Once Y/N finished, she flinched suddenly hearing the swift sound of the arrow brushing passed indicating Carol fired at something. Y/N quickly turned to find the deer she had just shot and turned back around staring straight ahead.

“If you want some advice. I’d look up for a long while. Yknow when you feel your eyes strain a little? To avoid crying”

“Thanks” Y/N choked up as Carol sympathetically pats her shoulder before going to collect their game.

Daryl finished his part of repairing and went to check on Y/N in the studio apartment like room the two were given to spend the night at the kingdom. He quietly enters the room even if he did expect Y/N to still be awake and she was, quietly sitting on the bed as she was rubbing her arms a bit. Maybe something on them. Daryl didn’t get a good look until he approached the bed seeing the exhaustion in her eyes as she was rubbing a bit of the soreness out of her.

“Saw the two deer yea brought back. Nice work”

“Even pregnant I can still get the job done”

“I never doubted yea”

“Seemed like it…but before you protest what I said, I know you’re just looking out for me” Y/N got up from the bed as Daryl quickly realized the button down of his she was wearing while the shorts were hers. She wanted to be comfortable.

Daryl slowly approaches Y/N gently brushing the stray hair behind her ear still taking note of her exhaustion even when he admired her features. She did the same to his taking note of every freckle, beauty mark, and scar…all of it that graced his face.

I hope he looks like him

God I want her to look like her

“Yknow…what really sucks…about pregnancy” Y/N whispers listening to the hum of acknowledgment from the archer. She carefully brought her hands to remove vest, setting it on the bed before drawing her hands to the hem of his shirt. “I have these cravings…for some, it’s mainly strange food combinations…but I know what I really want” she looks up at Daryl through a hooded gaze.

“Mm. Well…yea can’t get anymore pregnant that’s for sure” He kept his voice low as he got to work on the buttons of his shirt on her, noticing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath such.

“Exactly” and then one thing lead to another

Which left Daryl contemplating leaving the bed after their moment, but he didn’t want to. It just felt…weird. Does he still follow the fuck buddy rules or are they different because she’s carrying his child? It is different. But he didn’t know what to do until he tried slipping away only for her…

“You can stay…” Y/N whispers to him as she turns on her back watching Daryl settling back into the bed at first in the same position she was laying.

Then naturally the two got comfortable where Y/N was curled up in his embrace sound asleep as for him, he was still very much awake watching her sleep peacefully and without even realizing he whispers “I love you” to her sleeping form. That when he finally fell asleep, she had opened her eyes indicating she wasn’t asleep when he said such. But he’ll never know that.

Second Trimester

“You’re what?”

“Just for a few weeks”

“But you’ll be at the Sanctuary.” Y/N frowns feeling a knot in her stomach tighten as she looks down at her belly holding it protectively. “You’re gonna mis—“

“Nah, nah I’ll be back before that” Daryl reassures, gently taking her face into his hands watching the sadness grow on her. Leading to him to delicately brush his thumbs under her eyes when she closed them to help soothe the sensation where she was about to cry. “I ain’t missin’ anything okay?”

“But you’re leaving…you’re going there…whose idea was that even?”

“Rick’s” Daryl didn’t even bother trying to hide who asked him to watch that dreadful place and the second the name was released, Y/N’s mood instantly dropped.

“But doesn’t he…” She stopped herself when Daryl held his head down and then it was obvious. “D, you shouldn’t do this”

“No one else is gonna”

“Then I’m—-“

“No. You’re not coming.”

“…Daryl, please” Y/N pouts trying to use the puppy dog eyes on him to at least get him to stay because he would argue until he’s blue in the face to not have her go with him.

“Sunshine…” He never uses pet names. “I gotta do this. I’ll be back before you know it”

It’s been about a week and a half since that interaction and Y/N was hating every second of it.

If she wasn’t pregnant she could be with him

If he told Rick what that place did to him, he wouldn’t be there

If the harsher saviors were just “taken care of” then no one would have to watch that shithole

Honestly. The separation stressed Y/N out because she didn’t know what was going on even if for the most part, nothing was happening. She started to nest to try and ease her creeping anxiety but when Michonne came to check on her best friend, she noticed Y/N sitting on the floor of the living/dining room area surrounded by Judith hand me downs, “new” baby clothes, blankets gifted, a basket or two full of cloth diapers, and generally more baby stuff that Y/N knows from the baby book given to her from Maggie and some confusing items that were more like “they’re gonna need this in the apocalypse” which meant they can’t use it until they can stand or at least form a thought.

“Who gave you the knife?”

“Gabriel…he also found a “baby’s first bible” thing and it’s just. A little weird”

“How come?” Michonne asks as she sat down with her noticing the sadden expression.

“I don’t think I can believe in something that’s meant to protect his children but here we are. Living with the walking dead and having one of his kids live in a triggering environment…” Y/N frowns looking down at the miscellaneous items before piling them into an empty basket.

“You want me to radio Daryl to come back? Because I can.”

“Is it really that simple…”

“Sometimes it is. Daryl may have went but he did blow up on Rick about the matter. Plus he has dad guilt.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“You know how Judith would start sobbing if Rick didn’t do what she asks? He instantly folds. Not saying you should cry in front of Rick but that could get him to bring Daryl back”

“I can’t, Michonne…” Y/N frowns messing with her finger tips. “He said he’ll be back in two weeks…I should just be patient”

Daryl found himself sitting in the loading bay lighting a cig, given he can’t smoke around Y/N. Not like he did before she was pregnant. He kept glancing at the radio by his side waiting for it to buzz or a voice to pierce through.

He really wants to go home

“You feeling okay?”

“Yeah…I think so” Y/N frowns looking at the worry written on Siddiq’s face as her anxiety resurfaced. “Is it—-“

“No! No…well. Your blood pressure is really high and that’s not good for you or baby” Siddiq gently takes off the blood pressure cuff followed by the stethoscope around his neck. “Are you okay? Like really okay”

Y/N couldn’t hold it in anymore and started balling her eyes out to Siddiq who didn’t know what to do in the moment other than hold her hand and wipe away the few tears.

Since Daryl left, Y/N has been stressed. We know this. But it really got to her that she hasn’t slept most nights thinking something bad could be happening to her best friend…her baby daddy…her…yeah. She wasn’t feeling alright and Siddiq forced her on bedrest. And to make sure she stays in bed, Michonne and Rick (plus Judith) have been keeping an eye on her by staying in her home.

Rick being the most recent one on shift to keep an eye on Y/N. Met the short end of the stick really fast.

“Go away”

“Y/N, I’m just getting you more water”

“Then send in Michonne or have Judith give it to me”

“Michonne is on a run and Judith is napping. Please—-“

“No! No…I shouldn’t even be in this situation” She broke down holding herself as she couldn’t look him in the eye. “You have no idea what that place did to my Daryl. It broke him…and it took him til the end of the war to just tell me what they did. You let him watch a place that beaten him close to death, psychologically broke an already broken part of him that took years to repair the first time…I didn’t want him to go…I didn’t want him to go alone…I wanted to be with him I want to be with him for the rest of my life…why would you do that” She balled, now trying to stop herself from crying as she let go of a lot of pent up emotions as Rick brought himself over setting the glass on the nightstand and instantly taking Y/N into his embrace knowing she’d fight at first before holding onto him. “I just want my Daryl back”

Michonne was right. Crying at Rick would get him to fold. But she also didn’t expect all of the stress that Y/N was enduring to spill into her words, and that’s what really got Rick.

“Daryl. You copy?”

The archer was once lost in his thought, quickly picked up the radio after setting down something on his pack. “What’s up Rick?”

“Come back. We’ll figure out something else regarding the Sanctuary.”

“What happened?”

“Did anyone tell you what happened a few days back?”

“No” Daryl frowns gripping onto the radio as he listens to Rick explain that Y/N was put on bedrest by Siddiq and that he and Michonne were watching her. “Why didn’t any of yea tell me this sooner? Why didn’t she fucking tell me?!”

“Michonne told me before we settled in that I triggered Y/N. Which after the confession I just heard, I triggered more than her. But she thought that she would calm down after a day and be okay. Well. Here we are. I made her cry Daryl and she hasn’t stopped”

“I’m comin’ now” Daryl didn’t wait for another word to come from Rick before he holstered his radio and stuffed his new belongings into his pack then immediately leaving the Sanctuary to hurry home.

Again. No traffic laws. The man didn’t stop at anything and went straight to Alexandria.

The archer didn’t hesitate to drop his bike this time around as he wasn’t wasting time on checking Y/N. He quickly made his way inside finding Michonne holding Judith in the living room and Rick started heading downstairs, which lead Daryl to instantly brush passed him not saying a word to any of the three.

“You know he loves her right?”

“Is that right?”

“Y/N told me” Michonne smiles letting Judith run to her dad, only to be instantly brought into his arms. “Let’s go home” she continues to smile on her way out while her man follows shortly behind.

Daryl pushes the door open locking eyes with Y/N as she didn’t say a word while she watches the archer set his crossbow and pack down before approaching her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t—“

“Are you okay, sunshine?” He asks her in the softest tone he could do, and that lead to her crying once again. He carefully brought his arms around her once she sat up holding her as she hides her face in the crook of his neck. “I’m here…I’m here now, babygirl”

Y/N was on bedrest for about a month, to be on the safer side and Daryl hasn’t left her side since he’s returned.

During one of the nights, Daryl had fallen asleep before Y/N. Given if he’s going to be back in Alexandria, he’s going to do some work around the place while also checking in on her…so the man is exhausted from the day.

Y/N lays on her side facing Daryl listening to his quiet snores and watching him adjust every now and then. She gently brushes her finger tips against his cheek seeing him ease into her touch.

“I love you too” She whispers only for Daryl to tiredly open his eyes looking directly at her. She didn’t utter another word…for her anxiety started to get her once more.

“We never had the time before” He whispers bringing himself close, resting his forehead against hers. “But I’m done waiting if you are”

“I’ve been in love with you for forever, Daryl Dixon”

The archer didn’t wait to bring his lips firmly against his woman, carefully towering her and continuing to keep their lips connected. Before she could even wrap her arms around his neck, she paused. The shift underneath him draws him back as he checks her face for any sign of discomfort or refusal but she looked directly at him with shock.

“What happened? What’re yea feelin’—-“ He was cut off by his partner taking one of his hands causing him to shift slightly back onto his side.

For her to direct his hand on her belly, on the right spot. The same shock came to him as he quickly locked eyes on her.

“That’s our baby”

“Our baby’s kickin’—-Ha! She’s kicking” Daryl smiles warmly at her belly keeping his hand glued to every movement their baby made.

“A girl huh?”

“It better fucking be a girl”

Third Trimester

“What are you doing…”

Y/N looks up from folding baby clothes to see the confusion on Daryl’s face as he took notice of the bunny plush he found for their daughter—-stuffed in her tank top.

“One of the books said that our baby can be soothed easier if he or she can smell us”

“Makes it sound like a baby is a dog”

“I’ll hurt you, Dixon” Y/N scoffs pulling the bunny plush out as her smile instantly rose looking at it. “I just. If we want her to get used to her crib without YOU picking her up at every sound she makes…then she can smell me on her bunny and be at ease”

“You just had to pick the bunny”

“Oh don’t be jealous. You’re going to hog our fucking child” Y/N laughs as Daryl brought himself to sit on floor with her in the nursery. “Besides. If you want to do the same. There’s still the Fox plush that Enid made for the peanut. Just in your shirt though”

“I’m not fucked in the head, woman. I know it goes in my shirt” Daryl scoffs taking the Fox plush and checking the cute little buttons Enid used to be the eyes as he smiles imagining their little girl holding it.

His thoughts were instantly interrupted by a hiss that escaped his partner’s lips.

“Is it time?”

“No”

“You sure?”

“No! I’ve just been sitting for a while” Y/N sighs leaning back on her hands to stretch her back slightly as Daryl took the folded clothes on his way back up, putting them away along with the plushes before helping Y/N on her feet. “She needs to get the fuck out”

“I can only imagine how you’re feelin’ this far” Daryl frowns watching the discomfort in her face grow as she gripped onto his forearms. “Can I get Siddiq?”

“No. It’s just from sitting down for too long. My back hurts and so do my legs…totally not my abdomen” She took a deep breath only for the discomfort to get worse. “Alright. You can get Siddiq. I’m getting in bed”

“I’m helping yea, and then radioing Siddiq. I ain’t fucking leaving yea”

“Right answer” Y/N winces slightly when they started to go back into the bedroom.

It was hours of waiting.

Siddiq came and checked Y/N out, then it was revealed she’s been having contractions.

But Daryl will scowl her later on the matter.

They waited from 8AM to 12AM for their baby to finally come into the world.

After a few of their family within Alexandria came to visit, and then left to spread the word to their family in the other communities, the two were left alone finally with their little girl. Daryl hasn’t stopped staring at her the second she came into the world screaming her little head off. It was honestly very terrifying to the archer thinking something very bad happened. But Y/N reassured that that’s just babies. Screaming the second they reach the open air.

But this little girl was met with so much love from the two of them, that it didn’t take long for her to calm down in her mother’s arms.

“I really like Robin…”

“Really? You’re pickin’ my choice?” Daryl was a bit surprised given she pulled the ‘Im carrying the baby’ card when it came to her name options. It was a tie between Fallon and Juniper with her. But Robin grew on her…and she liked the idea of their little one being a little archer just like their dad when they grow up.

“Robin is perfect” Y/N smiles gently caressing their little girl’s cheek as she curls up in her mother’s arms. “Our littlest archer”

The archer himself couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him when he heard that. But god he couldn’t wait for when she’s a little older so he could pass something down to her.

To give mom time to sleep and rest after hours of labor, Daryl held his daughter close as they sat on the window bench enjoying the early morning light shining through. He gently presses a kiss to her forehead, pulling away to watch her ease in his embrace.

“I’m so lucky you came when you did…”

You brought us together after all these years and will be the best part of both of us.

[drakoneve]

Reunited on Dragonstone

request: Do a part 2 please!!! Some reaction to aemond on dragonstone or something like that 🥰, Please please do part 2, Love it would love a part 2, part 2 plss!!, Part 2 pls

pairing: husband!aemond targaryen x wife!y/n velaryon

word count: 1k

Part 1: Fateful Alliances.

The ride from the outside of the Red Keep to Dragonstone did not take long once Vhagar took to the skies. Hiding from those residing inside the ancestral Targaryen seat would be impossible on the great beast, and you weren’t surprised when you were met at the gates of Dragonstone with armed guards and Caraxes.

Rhaenyra stood tall wearing her late father’s golden crown with Daemon on her right, Ser Erryk on her left. Your brothers Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey are behind your mother and Daemon with guards on either side of them. Jacaerys is much taller now, his shoulders broadened out and his jaw sharper than it used to be. Lucerys still has a baby look about his face but he’s taller too, with dark curls swirling at the top of his head. Joffrey stood in between his older brothers, a younger copy of the older two.

Your heart hurt at the sight of them, at the reminder of all the time you’d missed. You stepped forward towards your family with Aemond by your side, the two of you hand in hand as Vhagar settled behind you.

Ser Erryk stepped forward, “You stand before Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm. State your cause.”

You let go of Aemond’s hand as you keep making your way towards your mother, only to be stopped by Ser Erryk. Aemond is there in a flash, placing himself in between you and your mother’s sworn knight, hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword.

“Mother, please,” you plead tearfully, unexpectedly overcome with emotion. “I only wish to return to my home, to my family with my husband by my side. We’ve come here in peace, mother. I could not stand to be in King’s Landing anymore.”

Rhaenyra’s composure crumbles as she opens her arms for you and you break into a run. The two of you meet each other part way and wrap your arms around each other. 

“My sweet girl.” Rhaenyra cries softly into your hair before pressing several kisses on the side of your head. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you whisper back. You pull away and take in the sight of your brothers, all far taller now than when you had seen them last. “I’ve missed all of you.”

Lucerys takes this as the invitation it is and lurches forward to join the hug. Joffrey and Jacaerys follow soon after, and the lot of you end up wrapped around your mother. You are the one to pull away first and you return to Aemond’s side, once again lacing your hand with his.

Rhaenyra allowed the two of you to take some time to settle into your old chambers before dinner. Your room hadn’t changed much other than a thin layer of dust over some of it despite the obvious attempts to keep it clean. The room is slightly smaller than the chambers you were used to in the Keep, but nothing could beat the comforts of home. 

When your maids arrive to help you and Aemond ready for the welcome home dinner, you send them all away. Aemond had been rather tense since leaving the Red Keep and you wanted some relaxing time alone before facing your family once more. 

You readied the tub provided in the generous bathing room off the side of your chambers. Before calling for Aemond you mix various sweet smelling, relaxing oils into the scorching water, not once bothered by the heat. Once the two of you are undressed and in the tub you began with gently washing the grime and sweat from Aemond’s body as he began on yours.

“You’re tense, husband,” you said softly, massaging a knot from the muscle of his shoulder. You sat on Aemond’s legs facing him with your own legs wrapped around his waist as he moved his hands over your body. 

Aemond only hums his response, choosing to focus on your body rather than your words. You pull away slightly to meet his eye. For the first few months of your marriage Aemond refused to let you see his bare face. You’d asked him on your wedding night to show you his barren face. He refused, of course, and forbade you from bringing up the topic again. It wasn’t until four months after your wedding that he finally revealed his face beneath his eyepatch.

You move your hand from his shoulder to the scarred side of his face. Aemond’s chest puffed out and met your own as he inhaled deeply. You kept your touch light even though you knew most of the feeling in this side of his face, especially closest to the old wound, had little to no feeling. The sapphire that took the place of his eye gleamed in the candlelight as you moved his head to meet gazes.

“Tell me what troubles you, husband,” you plead. “and I will make it better as best I can. I do not wish to see you in such turmoil.”

His jaw clenches for a moment in contemplation before he finally relents. “I fear I am not welcome here, my love. I fear my presence here may compromise your safety...”

You caress the side of his face and ask, “How so?”

“Vhagar cannot hide, word of her— of our arrival here is sure to reach the Keep on the morrow. Aegon is sure to be furious, my mother as well. It would not surprise me if they turn our departure into a war—”

Anger rises through your body as you imagine Aegon turning Sunfyre’s flame to Dragonstone. “If they should come for us we will meet them halfway with fire and blood. We have Vhagar, Caraxes, Syrax, Arax, and Vermax. They cannot touch us unless they are after their own demise, my love.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he whispers after a moment as you press soft kisses across his chest from collarbone to collarbone. He grips your jaw and brings your face up to meet his, your lips but mere inches apart. “My sweet, smart, fiery little wife. Ready to burn whomever it takes just to have me to yourself?”

“Mhm,” you hum, brushing your lips softly against his. “Whatever it may take.”

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Dinner went by without a hitch if you didn’t count the awkward tension between Aemond and your brothers, specifically Lucerys. Lucerys ignored his uncle’s gaze and instead focused on Jacaerys and you. 

Rhaenyra sat at the head of the table with Daemon on her left and you on her right as you always had been as a child. Baela sat next to her father, followed by Rhaena, and Lucerys. Aemond sat next to you, followed by Joffrey and Jacaerys. 

You and your mother kept conversation lively for the most part, chatting back and forth over the things you’d missed in each other’s lives. Aemond kept his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb along your satin skirt. You enjoyed the little gesture, though you know he doesn’t do it for your reassurance but for his own.

“I cannot believe I’m going to have another little brother, or Gods be good, a little sister,” you tease, reaching your own hand out to feel your mother’s growing belly.

She laughs with you and places her hand on yours. “Yes, the last thing we need is yet another Targaryen man running about the place.”

You giggle and sip your wine.

“Speaking of,” Daemon interjects, making eye contact with you over the rim of your goblet. “when am I to become a grandsire? I thought you’d have at least one babe by now.”

Aemond’s grip tightens on your thigh. “My wife wished to wait,” he answered quickly. “I could not deny her request when she’s been nothing but exceptional towards me. Shown me nothing but kindness, and love.”

“You’re too sweet, husband,” you say softly and bring his hand up from your thigh to kiss his knuckles. 

“Forgive me, sweet girl,” Rhaenyra begins. “but why wait?”

“Oh,” you say, caught off guard by the question. “um, to be honest, I don’t think I could do it without you, without your guidance. I’ll need you there, mother. At least for the first.”

She reaches across the table to grasp your hand tightly with both of hers. “You’ll be amazing, I know it. And I do want to be there every time I can be.”

“She’ll never be on her own,” comments Aemond from the side. “Not for a moment.”

After this the conversation continued throughout the night, and even Aemond began pitching into conversations with your brothers. Once the hour was late enough you and Aemond excused yourselves to your chambers. Again deciding to send your maids away, the two of you stripped to your night clothes and retired to bed. 

Neither of you went to sleep however, Aemond deciding to pull one of his favorite history texts to read while you gaze at him. You sleep on his left, so he technically cannot see you, but you know as well as he does he’s fully aware that you’re watching him. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” you whispered, breaking the silence.

Aemond turns towards you to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

[daisynik7]

Give You Blue

Chapter 6: Gravity

Set me free, leave me be, I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity. 

Pairing: Eren x f!reader, Reiner x f!reader (past relationship)

Rating: Explicit (for mature content)

cw: switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Eren is in 3rd), underaged drinking, language, suggestive dialogue, kissing, angst

Word Count: ~5.0k

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Summary: You attend a party with Annie, only to run into Reiner unexpectedly. Mistakes are made and once again, Eren is to your rescue, this time more than ever before. Author’s Notes: Thank you for your patience with this! Sorry this took a while to get out. What do we think of this chapter? Juicy? Messy? Let me know! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thanks so much for supporting this slow burn of a story. I promise, next chapter is (finally) spicy! Enjoy! 

You’re already dreading tonight as you walk beside Annie towards an off-campus party house. Your roommate managed to coax you into going out tonight, the first time all semester. You were reluctant at first, unsure if you’re truly in the mood for booze and mingling. Then they told you it’s a party for Armin’s birthday, which piqued your interest. That’s because you’re certain that Eren, Armin’s best bud and your special friend, is going to be there.

He came to your door in tears about two weeks ago after telling his parents about changing his major. Obviously, it didn’t end well. Since then, his father hasn’t reached out to him. His mother said that he, “Needs time to come around.” How cruel can a parent be, to discount their child’s emotions all to live out some legacy they think is worth pursuing? And for what? Money and notoriety? 

You held him in your arms that night, only letting go when Annie returned to the room, making all types of snide remarks. Eventually, the two of you retreated into his room, where you ate leftover pasta while Eren recounted exactly what happened. You stayed with him until he fell asleep on his bed, watching him from the desk as his eyelids fluttered into a peaceful slumber, one that was well-needed and deserved after the emotional night he experienced.

The fallout has him freaked out, naturally. He’s put a pause on his plans, even reconsidering the whole thing. While he knows in his heart that it’s the best option for him, he can’t escape the never-ending need to please his father. For now, he’s prioritizing his upcoming exams and projects to get himself through the semester, one day at a time. Baby steps, you tell him. Baby steps.

As the two of you approach the door, the bass of loud music already reverberating through the exterior, Annie turns the handle, entering the house. It’s already packed with other students, a few you recognize, most of whom you don’t. As you make your way through the crowd, Annie stands on her tiptoes to see if she can spot the birthday boy. “He’s in the kitchen,” she announces, leading you into the next room. 

Armin stands against the counter beside a girl with black hair, sipping on their drinks. You walk up to them, Armin exclaiming, “Annie! You made it!” He launches forward, wrapping her in a snug embrace. Her cheeks flush from the unexpected affection. 

You wave at his friend, introducing yourself. She eyes you curiously, returning your greeting. “I’m Mikasa. I recognize your name. Do you know my brother, Eren Jaeger?”

“Yes, I do. He’s my RA, actually.”

She smirks. “I see. He told me about you.”

“Me?” you ask, caught off guard.

“Yeah. Says you’re a really good friend. He’s been keeping you hidden like some sort of treasure, so it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Before you can respond, Eren’s voice rings out, “Mikasa! What are you doing?!” He’s at the other side of the room, hastily pushing his way through the party goers. When he arrives, he nudges her. “Don’t embarrass me in front of my favorite resident.”

“You’re the one who’s embarrassing yourself! We were only talking..”

He looks at you, laughing. “I hope my sister wasn’t harassing you.”

You smile at him, flustered by him calling you his favorite resident. “She’s not.”

She pokes her elbow into his ribs playfully. “See? I’m being good. Now, if you really want to know, I’ve got almost fifteen years of dirt on him.”

With a brow raised, you reply, “Oh, I’m all ears.”

“There’s no way I’m letting this happen unsupervised,” Eren teases, moving to stand next to you, his arm pressed to yours.

They share stories about their childhood, including how the two of them met Armin on the school playground, saving him from bullies. You enjoy this glimpse into Eren’s life; it makes you feel closer to him. A few times during the conversation, his hand slides over yours for emphasis as he elaborates on a tale. It sets your skin ablaze, alarming and exhilarating all at once. Annie hands you a drink that you don’t bother consuming it, too enthralled by Eren’s overwhelming presence. You almost want to pull him into a private room and keep him all to yourself. 

It switches in a flash when you hear the familiar voice and that dreadful nickname. “Coco?” Reiner stands by the fridge, staring at you with a bottle of beer in his hand. “What are you doing here?”

How reckless of you to forget that Reiner and Armin are in the same fraternity. Of course he’s here. They’re brothers. All the elation you felt up until this point sinks into the floor, along with your feet heavy on the tiles, unable to move. You despise how helpless you are around him, body shutting down or reacting in ways beyond your control. He’s got a firm grip on you without physically touching you. 

Eren clears his throat, readjusting his posture to stand straight. “It’s a party. So she’s here to party.”

Reiner glares at him. “Who are you?”

“I’m her friend.”

“I thought you were her RA.”

“Sounds like you remember me then,” Eren replies, smirking. 

There’s tightness in your chest as you hold your breath, anticipating his next move. Sensing your panic, Eren brushes his hand across yours, squeezing. This doesn’t go unnoticed. Reiner lunges forward, shouting, “Hey, hey! Don’t touch her!” He grabs you by the arm, pulling you towards him and away from Eren.

Mikasa grasps your other side, tugging you back. “Reiner, what the fuck?”

The commotion has gotten the attention of the rest of the room, hushing their own conversations to check out what’s going on. Reiner pleads, “Coco, we have to talk. Let’s go somewhere private.”

Still speechless, you try to keep your feet planted to the floor, unwilling to follow. Your knees give in as he drags you with him. Another hand holds you; it’s Eren, who’s staring at Reiner with an expression you’ve never seen before on his otherwise happy-go-lucky face. “You’re hurting her. Let her go.“

“Stay out of our fucking business,” he growls, fingers digging deep into your flesh. 

You do your best to yank yourself from his clutches. “Reiner, that hurts.”

As soon as you say it, he lets go, apologizing. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Mikasa shoves him, separating you farther. “What is your problem?”

Bertolt appears, towering over everyone, standing behind his friend. “Hey, let’s go get some air or something.”

Reiner ignores him. “Coco, please. I just want to talk,” he begs. 

Annie huddles beside you, immediately in fight mode. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Everything is moving in a blur. The only thing clear to you is Eren’s soothing voice in your ear, his lips grazing your skin. “Hey, you’re okay. It’s going to be okay.” 

And you believe it, too. You don’t want to leave his side, but as the tension continues to escalate, the only solution is out. You grab your drink and rush out of the kitchen, maneuvering past prying eyes and nosy whispers. Thankfully, the music is still playing, and by the time you’re up the stairs, locked inside a bathroom, the typical party commotion resumes.

Your phone rings in your pocket; you ignore it, switching it to silent without checking who’s calling. Inspecting your reflection in the mirror, eyes swelling with tears already, you can’t help laughing at yourself, alone in this random bathroom, crying once again over Reiner. It’s ridiculous. You’re so mad at him for ruining your night, for letting him ruin your night. All you could do was stand there, helpless. And when it became too much, you ran away instead of facing it head on. It’s so typical of you to act this way. That’s why he hasn’t left you alone yet. You’re too afraid to deal with it once and for all. Too scared of cutting that string that connects the two of you since you were five years old, the one holding together all your precious memories of a life before all this. At this rate, you’ll never move on, coiled by it until it you’re too tied up to break free. 

Sitting on the closed toilet seat, you wipe your tears, noticing the drink you carried in here with you. Without giving it a second thought, you chug it, deciding that tonight, you’re going to resort to alcohol as temporary relief. It’s sickly-sweet sliding down your throat, the liquor hardly noticeable in whatever concoction some frat boy brewed. However, it’s there, and you crave more of it, desperate for an escape.  

~~~

Eren doesn’t chase after her. And it’s not because he doesn’t want to; if it were his choice, he’d be right beside her, consoling her, holding her. Before he does, Mikasa grabs him. “Give her space. She needs space.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but doesn’t speak, knowing she’s right. The last thing he needs is to screw up their friendship by making dumb, rash decisions like this. He isn’t supposed to be involved; it’s an issue between her and her ex, something he shouldn’t get in the middle of. It’d be easy to avoid if they were just friends, if Eren didn’t have any stake in this. That’s the problem, though: Eren has fallen for her. And hard.  

It’s only now that he realizes Reiner is still being restrained by Armin and Annie, struggling to surpass the two bodies to get to him. “I just want to talk; I’m not going to hit him!”

Eren steps towards them, not intimidated, feeling bold. “You’re hurting her.” The words tumble out of his mouth easily, as if he’s been itching to let it out. 

Reiner’s eyes narrow, upset. “Excuse me?”

Eren mentions her name, repeating, “You’re hurting her.”

Annie and Armin glance nervously between the two, maintaining a firm grip on Reiner. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“If you really love her, you’d let her go.” 

“Eren,” Mikasa warns him, tugging at his sleeve. So much for not getting involved. He’s aware of the line he’s crossing, though he can’t help himself. Not when he’s picturing her, crying in the corner of a room because this asshole won’t leave her alone. Of course he’s going to try and protect her. 

Reiner glares at him. “What’s your deal?” 

Eren struggles to answer. After all, who is he in all of this? The random RA who lives down the hall? A concerned friend? Above all, he’s someone who cares for her immensely. Isn’t that enough of an excuse to intervene? 

When he doesn’t respond, Reiner continues. “You have no idea what our relationship is like. We’ve known each other since we were – “

“Five, yeah, I’ve heard the story,” Eren interrupts. “Maybe it’s time for you to grow up.” 

This elicits another aggressive response from Reiner, to which Bertolt joins in on restraining him. 

Armin, in a commanding voice, demands, “That’s enough. Calm down, okay?!”

“I’m not gonna to let him talk to me like that!” Reiner argues, reaching is arms out towards Eren, who remains nonchalant. This guy doesn’t scare him, not one bit. Reiner is a selfish coward; greedy for more, afraid to lose what he has. She’s a safety net to fall on. The back burner for when he needs warmth he can’t find anywhere else. It isn’t fair to her, being the last resort. She should be loved always, not only when it’s convenient. 

Mikasa sidles up to him, whispering, “We should go before he really explodes.”

He runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. “I’ll leave. Just…keep an eye on her for me. Make sure she’s okay.”

Annie gives him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, Eren. I’ll tell her to call you,” she says, using her strength to stave off Reiner, who’s red in the face.

He nods. “You don’t have to tell her anything. If she wants me, she’ll find me.”

Reiner threatens, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do with Coco, but I’m warning you. Stay away from her.”

“If you really cared about her, you’d stay away from her too.” Eren pivots on his heel to leave. Back turned, exiting the kitchen, he adds, “By the way, she hates that nickname.” He smirks to himself, listening to Reiner curse at him on his way out the door. 

~~~

With your cup empty, cheeks warm with a gradual buzz, you finally leave the bathroom to find more liquor. When you reappear in the kitchen, Reiner and Bertolt are gone, thankfully. Annie spots you, relieved. “Are you okay?”

You nod at her, giving her a timid smile. “Yeah. As long as Reiner is gone, I’m okay.”

She sighs, frustrated. “Unfortunately, he’s outside.”

Focused on the obnoxiously large Gatorade tub on the countertop, you shrug with your cup in hand. “Fine. Let’s hope I get drunk enough to pretend he isn’t here.” You dispense the reddish liquid till your cup is filled to the brim, carefully tipping it into your mouth. Annie watches, concerned and impressed, as you continue to gulp it down until it’s empty. “Whoa. Easy there, you don’t want to get too fucked up, right?”

Already tapping more into your cup, head starting to get hazy with a buzz, you respond, “Actually, that’s exactlywhat I want to do right now.” You finish it, Annie monitoring you nervously, not saying anything.

Soon, the two of you join Mikasa and Armin in the living room, which has been converted into a temporary dancefloor. You’re smooshed by bodies and engulfed in heat, the intense bass from the speakers drowning out whatever thoughts remain in your mind. This is exactly what you needed, to be lost in something, having fun without worrying about anything other than yourself. An escape. 

As luck would have it, this only lasts for a few minutes. From your peripheral, you catch Reiner making his way to you, Bertolt trailing behind. “Coco!” he shouts over the crowd. 

Annie glares at him, shielding you. “Fuck off.”

“I only want to talk. Please.” 

It’s only now that you can properly study his complexion. Dark shadows under his eyes, facial hair unkempt as if he hasn’t properly groomed it. There is some pity, seeing the boy you grew up with and loved with all your heart look like a shell of himself. More than anything, though, you’re fed up. Liquid courage surging through you, you decide that tonight, you’re going to end this exhausting game he’s playing once and for all. The long-winded back-and-forth you’ve had to endure this past semester. You won’t allow him to ruin you, destroy the both of you. Not anymore. 

“It’s okay,” you tell your friends, stepping around them towards Reiner. “I’ll deal with this.”

Annie utters your name, loose grip on your wrist, a last-ditch effort to stop you. You pass her a confident grin, patting her hand. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” 

Standing tall, you face him. “You want to talk? Fine, let’s talk.”

You lead the way upstairs, past the bathroom you were previously hiding in and into the nearest unoccupied bedroom, shutting the door. Once you switch the lights on, you’re suddenly extremely aware that you and Reiner are alone, enclosed in this small space for the first time since that day you said goodbye. There’s a sense of déjà vu, filling you with an uneasiness you can’t quite explain. You’re teetering on the edge, a risk of falling at any moment.

“Coco,” he starts. 

Before he can continue, you interrupt him. “Reiner, you can’t keep ambushing me like this. It’s not fair to me. I’m trying my best to move on, I can’t do that if you’re always pestering me!”

“I know, I know. But – ”

“I already told you why we can’t be friends, so stop trying.”

“Please listen to –”

“I’m finally getting used to not having you around anymore, so just leave me alone –”

“I want to get back together.”

You stare at him, stunned, slowly processing what he said. 

“Coco, I want to be with you. I want it to be us again. I was a fucking idiot for breaking up in the first place.”

Still, you’re speechless, astounded by the words coming out of his mouth. It doesn’t help that the alcohol in your system is taking its effect, head dizzy and balance wobbly. 

Reiner reaches for your hand, holding it in his. His thumb brushes across your knuckles, the way it used to all those times in the past. “I’m a fucking mess without you. I can’t sleep, I can’t think. Every day I miss you. I don’t want this anymore. I want you.”

You finally find the will to speak, voice trembling. “You can’t take back what happened.”

“Why not? This semester has been the worst without you. Why can’t we forget about what happened and go back to the way it was?”

“I don’t think I can do that.” 

His hands cup your cheeks, forehead pressed to yours. And while your mind is screaming at you to stay strong, to push him away, your body stays still, melting into his touch. “Coco, I love you. I’ll always love you. I realize that now. I’m sorry it took all of this to realize it. I’m sure of it now. Please, baby. I need you.” 

Your confidence is dwindling. You came into this room, intending to end it. Now, you find yourself wavering under his words. The words you so badly wanted to hear ever since he broke up with you. It’s your weakness: to be needed, to be wanted. It’d be easy to forget, to go back to the way it used to be. Wouldn’t it? 

It will never be the same. You can’t forget what he did, no matter how badly you want to block it out of your memory. That paranoia will always be present. He’s already broken your heart once, what makes you think he don’t do it again? How can you trust someone who so easily crushed you without a fair warning? Who toys with your fragility because of his own selfish desires? 

“Reiner, I don’t know,” you whimper, tears filling your eyes, overwhelmed with emotions. 

“We’ll figure it out together. You and me. Like old times.” The past. Carefree and in love, in your own little world, just the two of you. Sheltered from the unknown, reliant only on each other. Were you happy in this life? Or did you only convince yourself that you were?

“It’s you and me, Coco. Forever.” He inches forward, lips almost touching. You can smell the harsh aroma of alcohol on his breath, pungent and bitter. When you don’t pull away, he closes the gap, kissing you. His tongue slips inside your mouth, desperate for a taste, and you welcome it, starved for affection after being deprived of it all semester. The once familiar facial hair is foreign on your skin; it’s like he’s a completely different person now, a stranger. And maybe that’s why it makes it easier to kiss him, to imagine him as someone different than the same Reiner you once knew, the one who broke your heart. He’s different this time. He has to be. 

What if he’s not?

Suddenly, your body reacts, hands to his chest, shoving him away. “No,” you state, recoiling from him. “No, I can’t do this.”

Grip on your hips, he tugs you in again, scattering kisses along your neck. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay, baby.”

You force him off once more, with more aggression, surprising him. “Stop, Reiner. It’s not okay. I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this. We have to move on. It’s over.”

He grasps you by the shoulders, pleading with you. “I don’t want to move on, Coco. I want us to go back to the way it was, like when we were kids.”

“That’s the problem. We’re not kids anymore! We have to grow up.” Your voice trembles, hands shaking with anguish. You’re saying it as a cruel reminder for the both of you.

“Baby, please,” he begs, surrounding you in a scorching embrace. You can’t breathe, the air too dense in his presence, suffocating you. “I need you. I need you.” He kisses you again, fingers gliding beneath your shirt and along your skin, pulling you to the bed. You succumb to it, the past flashing in your memory like a movie playing in fast forward. Your first kiss, clumsy and awkward because you were only kiddos who had no idea what you were doing. The first time you made love, crossing that line from best friends to lovers, also clumsy and awkward, but it was yours. All the moments when the two of you were in sync with each other, strolling through life glued to the hip. The breakup doesn’t erase the precious memories the two of you share; it’s shown you that maybe this relationship has run its course. Because now, it’s nothing like it used to be. You’d be fooling yourself thinking it can ever go back to the way it was. 

Before you go any further, you break apart from him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you stumble to the door, gasping for breath. “I’m sorry, Reiner. We can’t. We can’t do this.” When you open it, the cacophony of party sounds filling you with relief, as if you’ve returned to steady ground, away from whatever orbit he’s attempting to suck you into. You won’t let yourself revolve around him any longer. 

You ignore his voice calling for you as you sprint down the stairs, rushing through the crowd, not bothering to check in with Annie in the living room. You can’t face her, not now. Not after you betrayed yourself by kissing your ex. Shame envelopes you as you speed walk your way across campus, heading to your dorm. Halfway on your trek, you send Annie a quick text, explaining that you left the party and that you’re fine, although it’s not entirely truthful. As you swipe your ID at the door, your feet automatically lead you to your safe space.

~~~

Eren lays in bed, gazing up at the ceiling, contemplating. It’s been a while since he left the party, annoyed from his confrontation with Reiner, more so worried about her and how she’s doing. He can’t sleep without knowing whether she’s okay or not. 

Phone in hand, he sends Mikasa a quick message, asking for a status update. His sister’s reply has him immediately sitting up, frantic:

Mikasa: She’s talking to Reiner

He hops out of bed, pacing around his room. Talking to him? What could that mean? He attempts to call Mikasa, the suspense eating away at him. When she picks up, he can barely hear her, the background noise of the party too loud. “Mikasa, what’s going on?”

“Don’t worry,” she yells on the other end of the line. “I think she’s trying to end it. She told us she’s dealing with it.”

“I told you to keep an eye on her.”

“I’m not going to stand there in the middle of a private conversation! She’s a big girl, she can handle this.”

He sighs, frustrated. “I know, I just –”

“Eren, you can’t keep protecting her. She’s got to deal with this on her own.”

He doesn’t answer. She’s right; it’s not his battle to fight, no matter how much he wants to. 

“Oh shit,” Mikasa curses. He can hear Annie and Armin’s voice murmuring, though he can’t make out what exactly they’re saying.

“Mikasa, what’s going on?!” 

“She texted Annie a few minutes. She said she’s fine, but she left. We don’t know where she is.”

He panics, squeezing the phone between his ear and shoulder, slipping into a jacket, scrambling for his keys. “Okay, I’m going to look for her. Stay there in case she comes back.”

“Eren, I’m sure she’s going to the dorms! Don’t freak out!”

“Well, I’m going to look for her anyways! Please, Mikasa. Do this for me – ”

There’s a knock on his door. Eren sets his keys down, heart racing. “I gotta go,” he quickly mutters into the phone, hanging up. He approaches the door, unlocking and turning the handle slowly. 

“Eren?”

She stands in front of him, eyes puffy, biting her lip as if to suppress her crying. He pulls her into a hug, surrounding her in his arms. She relaxes into him, nestling her face into his chest, sniffling. “Hey, you’re okay. You’re okay,” he chants.

In between sobs, she cries, “I’m not. I fucked up, Eren. I really fucked up.”

“Hey, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he reassures her. 

“We kissed. Reiner and I kissed.” 

Dread settles in the pit of his stomach as he listens in silence, anticipating what else she will reveal to him. 

“We were touching and we almost, I almost…But we didn’t. I stopped it.” She swallows hard, collecting herself before continuing. “I’m so ashamed of myself. I spent the past three months trying to get over him, and I tossed it all aside for one stupid kiss. I’m weak. I’m weak.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he consoles, rubbing her back. “You’re not weak.”

“I am, though. I’m so fucking desperate to be held, to be touched. Tonight exposed it. I can’t do that again. I just can’t.”

He’s not proud of what he suggests next. Maybe it’s jealousy that makes Eren propose what he’s about to. He justifies it as a friend helping out another friend. It’s a mistake. Not because he’ll hurt her; in the end, it’ll hurt him. He lets his selfish desires overtake the usual logical thinking in his brain. All he can focus on is this, right here, right now. This might be their only chance, his only chance. “How about me?”

“What?”

“Use me. I want to help you.” This is a bad idea, a very bad idea. As soon as he crosses this line, there’s no turning around. He’s all in. It’s the point of no return, and with as much risk as there is in it, there’s no question in his mind that it’s worth it. To have her like this, even for a fleeting moment, is better than not having her at all. 

“Eren,” she whispers, peering up at him.

“Rely on me,” he says with a small smile, caressing her cheeks, wiping away her tears. 

“Eren,” she repeats, closing her eyes. “I don’t want this to change anything between us. I’m scared I’m going to mess this up again.”

He leans down, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m always going to care about you, no matter what. I promise. Don’t worry about me.”

They need this, a temporary escape. Him and her, no one else. Cherishing one another, loving each other the way they deserve. It doesn’t matter what the past is or what the future holds. He wants to be lost in this moment with her. She opens her eyes, gazing at him. He bows down, lips close to hers, pausing to wait for her. She kisses him softly, electrifying every nerve in his body. 

it’s over too soon; she pulls away, distancing herself. “Eren, I can’t do this to you. I’m all fucked up in the head right now and still a little drunk. You don’t deserve this. I’m so sorry.” Without another glance, she leaves, her hasty footsteps pattering down the hall, Eren listening until he hears her shut the door to her bedroom. 

He traces his mouth with his fingers, her essence lingering on his lips. He stands in place for a few more minutes, waiting and hoping for her return. When it doesn’t come, he goes to bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. 

~~~

You fucked it all up, with Reiner, with Eren. As always, you ran away, unable to stand up for yourself, to face the truth. 

With Reiner, you crumbled, allowing him to enrapture you with empty promises and longing for the past. He almost convinced you that everything can go back to normal, which you know it can’t. And with Eren, you pushed him away, too scared to repeat the same mistakes despite your heart yearning for him more and more each day. 

His offer to you sticks in your mind as you lay in bed, focused on the ceiling, intoxication completely worn off after a hot shower and much-needed hydration. Rely on me. Use me. It wasn’t fair to take advantage of him while you were in such a fragile state, drunk and in tears after your confrontation with Reiner. Hours later, with a clearer head, you can’t stop thinking about him. I’m always going to care about you, no matter what. It’s the only promise of the night that you actual believe. 

You check your phone for the time: 4:17 AM. Glancing to your side, Annie sleeps peacefully in her bed, having arrived a few hours earlier. You explained to her vaguely what happened, leaving out the details about both kisses, not ready to deal with her blunt reactions. As quietly as you can, you slide into your slippers, sneaking out of the room. Halfway down the hall, you second-guess yourself, almost turning on your heel to go back. However,  Eren’s soothing voice replaying in your head entices you. One moment of unadulterated bliss together wouldn’t be so bad, right? 

Before you change your mind, you knock quietly on his door, nervous and excited. It doesn’t take long for him to answer. He stands before you, wide awake, a comforting smile upon seeing you. And while this whole night was a blurry, fucked up mess, this is the most certain you’ve been. Even if it is for a short while, a temporary escape from the unkind realities the both of you have to eventually face, it’s clear as day: You want to be with him, and he wants to be with you. 

“So,” you say, stepping towards him. “Does your offer still stand?”

His smile widens, reaching his arm past you to shut the door. “Absolutely.” 

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The Unknown Heir

part two

masterlist of the Unknown Heir

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, murder, blood, some plot changes.

@mor-pheus @staygoldsquatchling02

Ryusei was possibly the most beautiful and peaceful baby you knew. He seemed to be quite intelligent and, luckily, he fit in with your sleeping hours: when you went to sleep, he went to sleep and when you woke up, he woke up. But, he was quite hungry, like his father. He would latch on to your breast and seemed to be able to stay that way for hours, in that way he also resembled Satoru.

When he was about to turn one year old, someone you didn't like visited you, your father. You remembered opening the door of your home, after the bell had been rung insistently, and feeling a shudder to see one of the people you hated the most standing there with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" you asked him bitterly, he sighed in disappointment and replied "You're still just as disrespectful. I came to see my supposed heiress, although I could already consider you a clan deserter." He tried to pass your house, but you stood in front of him, "No one gave you permission to pass" was what you told him, but he just clicked his tongue, pushed you away and entered anyway. "I was quite surprised when one day your boyfriend went to the clan residence and almost wiped everyone out, just because he thought we had done something to you. I felt a little sorry for him, it seems he really thought you would be unable to run away, he didn't know you very well" you knew that what he was saying to you was meant to hurt you and he was succeeding.

For a moment, your father stood still like a statue and asked "who else is here?", you got nervous but tried to hide it "no one" you lied. A few meters away, resting on his crib after eating, was Ryusei. But, to your misfortune, the leader of the Mochizuki clan, had never been an easy man to fool, so he started walking in the direction of your son's room, but you didn't plan to let him meet him. You grabbed his arm to stop him, "I told you there is no one" your father abruptly let go of your grip and unexpectedly slapped you, "don't touch me, you are a disgrace, that instead of taking advantage of her power, she decided to flee. You are just like your mother and you disgust me".

Oh your poor mother, a victim of the clan, who had died days after giving birth to you, but not because of something in childbirth, your family had killed her. She had already fulfilled her mission of bringing the future heiress into the world, they no longer needed her and therefore she was of no use to them. That's how easy it was to get rid of people in your clan.

When you realized it, he was already in front of your baby's cradle. He was still, anodized, watching his grandson and after a while he reacted and laughed bitterly "this is really interesting" he said "so you had a son with Gojo" "Get away from him" you ordered him, he ignored your order and lifted the little one, Ryusei opened his eyes when he felt the movement, but he didn't cry, he just stared at his grandfather. Your father looked at you "you finally did something right" he said with a smile from ear to ear, "I won't let you take him away" you said.

You knew what they were capable of, when they saw someone with potential they exploited it, that's what they did with you. And while that had made you a great sorceress, it wasn't what you wanted for your son.

"Why not? This child is the union of two powerful clans, in the future he will be the best of all, therefore he has to be trained by someone at his level and that someone is me" he answered you sure of himself. "The only one capable of training my son is his own father or me, no one else. Besides, as you can see, he has nothing of Mochizuki, he is a Gojo from head to toe" you said while you snatched him from his arms, and hugged him protectively. "Don't make me laugh, I doubt Gojo Satoru wants to train his bastard! You know he won't accept it, because who would want to have a child with you? You are a disaster and you will also be a disaster as a mother, and that's why your child will also be a disaster and-" you didn't remember very well what happened, only that you felt a great fury run through you, and as your father's voice stopped and out of nowhere his body was lying on the floor, his head seemed to have exploded, the blood had stained you and your baby and he began to cry.

You had killed your father.

When you reacted to what you had done, the first thing you did was to clean Ryusei, who couldn't stop crying when he felt your nervousness, and luckily you managed to calm him down a little. Then you cleaned yourself and called Emma, a friend you had made who lived near you. You asked her if Ryusei could stay with her that night, while you resolved a small altercation you had had. Well, if you could call "small" having murdered your father.

After leaving your son with her, you returned home to dispose of the body. You took it to an open field on the outskirts of the city, made sure there was no one around, threw gasoline on it and burned it. You stayed there for a long time, waiting for it to burn and when it finally did, you went back home to finish cleaning up.

You were in a state of shock for what you had done, that's why you decided that your son would stay with Emma, you wanted to be stable for him.

Your father had been a son of a bitch all his life, but you had never considered killing him and of course you didn't plan to. Your damned energy had gotten out of control for the first and only time. You were obviously sorry, but only for doing it in front of your son. Your father never loved you and you never loved him either, so you felt no pain for his loss.

You considered calling Ieiri, but you didn't want to involve her, so you didn't tell anyone and probably never would.

You would take this secret to your grave.