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Righteousness of Man: Kappa x Y/N- Mini Series PRT 01

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Kappa had watched her every move. The way she walked around the gas station, swaying her hips, letting a licorice rope hang from her lips. He had sent one of his girls over to invite her back to camp and she happily accepted. He knew she was watching him in return. She watched the way he floated around the camp, the way he spoke to everyone and how they hung on his every word. His words like a waterfall into the mouths of these thirsty followers. He was their Messiah and she wanted to pick him apart piece by piece.

Once the sun went down he had finally made his way over towards her, running his fingertips down her arm.

"Where might you be off to sugar? It's awfully late to be roaming around in the dark." Kappa asked smirking at her as she leaned against one of the vehicles.

"I prefer to roam in the dark." She relaxed into his touch.

"Those who wander in the dark are usually quite sneaky. Are you sneaky Y/n?" Kappa asked stepping a little more into her space.

"How could I be sneaky when your eyes have been on me since you sent one of your little lambs to fetch me?" Y/n asked making Kappa grin.

"They listen quite well don't they? They all agreed that you would be a wonderful addition to our family." Kappa pushed some of her hair away from her face.

"Oh is that what this invitation was for? I thought it was a simple bonfire? Now who's the sneaky one?" Y/n cocked her eyebrow making Kappa lick his lips.

"No lies were told. There's a bonfire over there. I just prefer to be over here, with you. You've got my full attention." Kappa explained.

"Perhaps you can use some of that attention to find me a ride home. It's pretty late and a girl needs to put herself to bed." She teased.

"Yeah? I can put you to bed darlin'. You want me to tell you a bedtime story? Sing you a lullaby?" Kappa buried his nose into her neck taking in her scent. He felt her hand on his chest and he pulled back to look at her.

"I hate to break it to you but I am no lamb. I do not fold as easily as the little babes who follow you." Y/n trailed her fingernails down the exposed skin of his chest.

"You're gonna have to work for it." She leaned towards him and he nodded his head.

"I've never turned down hard work for something I really want." Kappa leans back into her neck and starts suckling her collarbones. Y/n buries her fingers into his stringy hair and grips tightly.

"It's going to take a lot more than hickies to put me to bed." Y/n taunted Kappa and he let his cold blue eyes flick upward at her as he lowered himself down to his knees in front of her, tearing the sides of her dress open, sending the buttons flying into the dirt.

"Patience will serve you well sweetheart." Kappa pulled her black panties down her legs and ran the flat side of his tongue up her cunt feeling goosebumps develop on her naked legs.

"You taste heavenly." Kappa continued to lick and nibble until he felt fingers grip the top of his head.

"A tongue that sharp and you've yet to-" He cut her off as his lips took hold of her clit. She threw her head back and pressed his face into her cunt further. His long fingers slid into her making her knees buckle slightly. He roughly grabbed her legs and tossed them over his shoulders holding her off the ground with her back against the van.

"Oh fuck. Harder." She yanked at his hair making him hum a groan against her clit. His fingers thrusting inside of her so fast and hard that the sounds of her juices could be hear in the darkness of camp along with her moans.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Don't stop! Don't stop!" Y/n grabbed at her bra covered breasts and slammed her head back into the van as Kappa's tongue lapped at her juices.

Even as she moaned loudly and started to shake, he kept his pace, unrelentingly.

"Too much....it's too much..." Y/n couldn't catch her breath.

"Beg me to stop and I will." Kappa's eyes were watching her as he continued to overstimulate her clit. She tried to push him away but he was stronger than her.

"Beg..." Kappa growled.

"Kappa please. Oh God please Kappa...I can't-" He pulled away and placed one small kiss to her pussy before allowing her legs to drop from his shoulders. He made sure to tuck his arms under her to hold her up and pressed her body into the van with his own.

"You belong here with me..." Kappa licked her lips and pulled back to look at her. She was still trying to catch her breath and could feel her own cum sliding down her thighs.

"I suppose I could stay for a while..." She smiled at him making him return it with a devilish grin as he swept her off her feet and carried her bridal style to his cabin. Kappa knew nothing about Y/n but everything about her allure made him want more.

[onlyfreds]

🔎 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - a dare or bet trope with Fred x fem!nonGryffindor!reader

Thank you so much for requesting this!

My 1.3k rom-com night is now closed!

A Dare or a Set-up

If there was one thing that Hogwarts never failed to have aside from magic, brooms and trouble - it was the parties. 

Most of these parties were held by the infamous Weasley twins. A majority of people couldn’t tell them apart. But Y/N could. 

The twins teased you that the only reason why you could tell them apart was because you were in Ravenclaw. But the truth is, you were able to tell them apart because you found Fred more handsome, more funnier and (probably biased) more sweeter than his twin.

It wasn’t mainly on the appearance, but the way you felt around a certain one of them. 

“Special delivery!” Your best friend sat by the Ravenclaw table, brandishing a folded up parchment. 

“Another love letter?” You asked, pouring yourself another glass of pumpkin juice, “Who’s it from?” 

Your best friend shook her head, “It’s for you.” 

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Me?” 

Your best friend nodded, “Yes. You.” 

Still confused, you took the parchment from her and slowly unfolded it.

Though written in some sort of chicken-scratch handwriting, the letter was surprisingly legible. But what surprised you the most, was the fact that it was from Fred Weasley.

“What?” Y/B/F/N said excitedly, running to the other side of the table to take a look at the letter. 

“It says that he personally invites me to the party this weekend and I should feel free to bring along my friends.” You whisper-shouted excitedly. 

Y/B/F/N smiled, nudging you, “He’s looking at you.” 

Looking up, Fred was indeed looking at you - awaiting your reaction. Once your eyes had come to meet his, he grinned.

Returning the smile, you looked back down at the piece of parchment in your hand. 

“So,” Y/B/F/N said, nudging you again, “will you attend?” 

“Of course.” You promptly answered, “Who would possibly be crazy enough to turn down a personal invitation from Fred Weasley, himself?” 

–

The first thing that met you upon opening the door of the abandoned classroom was the lights. 

Someone had, somehow, managed to acquire a muggle disco ball that decorated the walls with multi-color lights. 

You failed to recognize the music, though, somewhat a mix of rock and pop.

Your best friend had disappeared from your side the moment the two of you entered the room, very typical of her. 

Walking through the room, you tried to find her (and probably give her an earful) when you suddenly felt someone collide with you.

Both of you apologized at the same time and it wasn’t until that moment that you got a good look at the person you bumped into.

Despite the darkness of the room, it didn’t take a genius to see who it was. The red hair, the charming smile, the cinnamon and firewood smell.

“Fred.” You said, giving the Gryffindor a smile.

“Y/N.” He countered, smile still not leaving his lips.

“So, how’re you liking the party?” He asked.

You smiled, “It’s amazing! I knew you threw great parties but I didn’t know you could do all this.”

“Well, George and I do love a challenge.” Fred said. 

Taking another look around, you nodded, “Looks like you and George really gave it your all.”

Before anything else could be said, you heard Y/B/F/N call out your names.

“Fred! Y/N! C’mon, we’re playing truth or dare.”

—

That’s how the two of you ended up in a circle with the rest of your friends, an enchanted bottle in the middle.

Truth or Dare was just a harmless muggle teenage game, right? Nothing could absolutely go wrong with this.

How wrong you were with that notion.

The bottle spun around the circle before coming to a stop, pointing towards Y/B/F/N. 

A girl you didn’t recognize gave your best friend a smile, “Truth or dare?” 

“Truth.” Y/B/F/N answered confidently. 

“What was the most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of the person you fancy?” The girl asked. 

Y/B/F/N’s cheeks quickly turned pink at the question, “I’d rather not say.” 

The girl nudged a shot glass towards her and Y/B/F/N downed it in one gulp.

The bottle was spun twice more, landing on Angelina then a guy from Hufflepuff and this time, it landed directly on Fred. 

George his twin a toothy grin, “What’s it going to be, Freddie?” 

The older twin grew silent for a moment, before saying, “Dare.” 

No surprise in that.

George’s grin even wider, “I dare you…to kiss the prettiest girl in this circle.” 

You felt the heat growing in your cheeks as Fred glanced at you.

The ginger stood up, gaze still fixated on you as he went through with the dare. 

Next thing you knew, he was kneeling right in front of you.

“Can I?” He asked, voice merely above a whisper. 

It was as if your brain had malfunctioned as you could voice out the answer, only managing to nod.

His lips were pressed against you, cheers echoing within the circle you were sitting in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, returning the affection with the same vigor.

No words were exchanged, only the two of you smiling at each other like the most lovesick idiots (which you were).

Y/B/F/N suddenly clapped her hands together, startling the two of you, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone now, our work here is done.” 

“This was a set-up?” You and Fred asked at the same time. 

“What else did you think it was?” George chuckled. 

[aziraphales-library]

Heya!

I've read a LOT of GO fics in my time, but I can't remember if I've seen crossovers/AUs of the following movies with Aziraphale/Crowley, can you help please?

So my favourite rom coms of all time are the following, and I'd love GO versions (if they don't exist I may have to write them)!

French Kiss (Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline)

You've Got Mail (Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks)

When Harry Met Sally (Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal)

Runaway Bride (Julia Roberts and Richard Gere)

Never Been Kissed (Drew Barrymore)

I won't bother asking about Pretty Woman because I've read so many versions with either of them in either role lmaooo (and I have loved Every. Single. One.)

Or basically any late 80s/early 90s rom coms with Meg Ryan (except Sleepless in Seattle because I find it incredibly boring) or Julia Roberts!

Thank you so much for everything you do! You've helped me discover so many amazing fics and writers and it is much appreciated!!! 💖💖😇😎

Hello there!

Did you know there is a whole collection from the Good Omens Rom-Com Event that was run a couple years ago? You might find what you're looking for there! (Some of the fics are unfinished so keep that in mind)

We have previously recommended a bunch of You've Got Mail/She Loves Me fics HERE, so check those out.

As for the other ones you've asked about:

French Kiss AU:

A Bit of Crumpet by Fyre [E]

With a handsome, successful fiance and a respectable home in Manhattan, Aziraphale Fell thought his life was more than adequate. He never expected to be jilted in a long-distance telephone call and so he sets out for England to find out exactly what's going on and gets a lot more than he bargained for.

When Harry Met Sally AU:

it had to be you by curtaincall [M]

“What I’m saying,” said Aziraphale, looking fixedly ahead, “and please don’t take this as a personal insult in any way, is that an angel and a demon can’t be friends.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” said Aziraphale, firmly. “It’s against the order of things. You’re supposed to tempt. I’m supposed to thwart. We can’t go being friends.”

*

A canon-divergent AU inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

I don't know of any fics with your two last wishes but there is also:

Notting Hill AU:

Soho by Lurlur [E]

Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages.

One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.

Music and Lyrics AU:

pop! goes my heart by attheborder [E], WIP

When has-been musician Anthony Crowley is recruited by pop singer Anathema Device to write a song for her new record, he jumps on the chance to resuscitate his career with a hit. There's only one problem: he can't write lyrics to save his life.

But a chance meeting with a stranger by the name of Aziraphale, with a poetic streak that's a perfect fit for the song, changes everything for Crowley. Together, they'll create something beautiful, fight the forces of the music industry, and perhaps even find a way back into love...

A Music and Lyrics AU for the GO Rom Com Event, complete with all-new original songs written and recorded by the author!

Kate & Leopold AU:

Until by Nadzieja [T]

“I don’t want to go home.” Half-asleep Aziraphale murmurs into his ear and Crowley's heart clenches. His grip tightens reflexively around the warm soft body in his arms, around the smell of old books and sandalwood.

“Then don’t.” He’s trying not to sound like he's pleading, but his throat is tight and his voice hoarse.

*

Crowley lives his average life, working in a high-end advertising company at London that pays just enough to get him a room in a shared accommodation. That's just his luck that he ends up living with a literal witch. One day she brings home an even more eccentric man that has a taste for 19th century fashion, as if Crowley didn't have enough things to worry about. Little he knows that the man will turn his world upside down. Literally. And that's just the beginning of his problems.

~Mod N

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Arctic Monkeys’s songs (II): Fluorescent Adolescent.

Imagine you are Aegon’s ex who goes to his wedding… next to his brother, Aemond. What will result of this charming meeting (not to stay a different story)?

Warnings: (loosely?) based on this movie with Keanu Reeves and Wynona Rider.

Warnings 2: light reading, modern world, rom-com vibes.

***

• You used to get it in your fishnets. Now you only get it in your night dress. Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness. Landed in a very common crisis…

As you wait to fly to Dragonstone from King’s Landing airport, you still wonder why you are doing this to yourself. To accept Aegon’s invitation to his marriage to Miss Rhaella Velaryon, his cousin, feels like a complete exhibition of some lack of self esteem.

You think you’ve gotten over him, that you overcame the wounds of this relationship, but this doesn’t sound accurate, no. What you did in practice was stopping getting yourself drunk and going to parties where you felt like a sidekick character just to please him. Part of you admits that his breaking up with you did some good to you. You quit alcohol and started to lead a healthier lifestyle.

But now here you are. Waiting for the moment where you’ll hear a voice in the airport to call the passengers of the flight 321 (how original, you think) to get to their seats. And soon you will fly to see your ex-boyfriend marrying someone else.

As you wonder whether Aegon was really a good boyfriend, you don’t spot a taller, serious, cranky-faced man coming to your side. He is wearing a dark leather jacket and simple clothes, very appropriate for a two hours flight. The man is chewing a gun and is also in a nonchalant posture that annoys you for no reason.

“Would you please stop doing that?”

The silver haired man looks at you, somewhat puzzled by what you tell him.

“Excuse me, what?”

“You know. That.”

“What’s “that”?”

“The arrogant attitude as if you are standing there, contemplating many ways to bother people with your handsomeness.”

He could not help but laugh at your disastrous attempt of flirting. As you realize what you said, you get annoyed at yourself for your lack of social skills.

“If that is your way to compliment me, I appreciate it”, he chuckles. “But I don’t think this is the right way to get to someone.”

“Oh please.”

It comes out wrong, so wrong but you haven’t done this business for ages. Now that it occurs you as you contemplate the amusement behind this stranger man’s smirk, you notice he possesses lilac eyes.

A trait that only a certain family has.

Oh shit.

“You are a Targaryen”, you remark.

He looks rather bored at your observation.

“Indeed it looks so.”

“This means… you are going to the same flight as I? To Dragonstone?”

It then occurs you both an awkward perception.

“You are his brother, Aemond.”

“You cannot be…”, Aemond looks shocked. “Who…?”

“Y/N”, you sigh awkwardly. “His ex girlfriend.”

“Fuck”, is all he can say.

Thankfully the call for the flight interrupts this situation, but it appears that you are not meant to stay away of each for so long.

***

Aemond wishes he is somewhere else, but here he is, next to his brother’s ex girlfriend. You’ve got to be kidding me…

He watches as you struggle to open the bottle of water, wondering whether he should interfere since you haven’t asked for help.

Then, opting to ignore this awkwardness between you and him, he says:

“Need some assistance there?”

You shoot him a disdainful look, but what for? A few seconds later, you say:

“…Maybe.”

He chuckles, taking it and easily opening it before giving it to you. After a while, Aemond, too involved to let go of his curiosity, asks you:

“Why are you going to his marriage?”

Accepting that these two hours may be longer than planned, you sink in your seat, but take the thread offered.

“I need to put a closure in this.”

“He’s going to marry someone else who isn’t you. Shouldn’t this be a closure enough?”

You blush at his complete reasonable remark, unable to convince yourself otherwise.

“He invited me out of politeness and by the same reason I accepted it.”

“When someone does so out of politeness, my dear, it’s because it’s expected that you don’t take it.”

You tilt your head and Aemond seems to notice how nice is your y/c hair. He can certainly see how Aegon fell for you, though he’s not going to admit it.

“Oh please. What would you know about matters of etiquette being that arrogant, Mr Know-It-All?”

“Little wonder why Aegon broke up with you. This is a title far more appropriate to you, smart ass.”

And there you have it. For another hour and half you and him do not speak.

***

• Everything's in order in a black hole. Nothing seems as pretty as the past, though. That Bloody Mary's lacking a Tabasco. Remember when you used to be a rascal?

To you and Aemond’s dismay, your hotel room is next to his. Which means he’s going to be your room neighbor.

“Your heavy sigh is enough to let your distaste known, thank you very much”, you grumble, trying to avoid that unwelcoming sentiment of being unwanted.

“I did not say a word, barely so I sighed”, Aemond protests. “Goodness me, woman, not everything is about you.”

That being said, he walks impatiently through the door and you do likewise. But destiny is not over with you yet.

*

Aemond wishes you’d dress badly, to the point where your supposed beauty is omitted and he could have a reason to mock you. But his eyes linger at the dark, short dress you wear, noticing your well shaped curves… though stopping himself to lust after you even if your y/c hair is loose in cascade and your make up highlights the color of your eyes.

“Do I look weird?”, you ask, forgetting to disguise your broken pride.

“No, not at all”, Aemond answers you, surprised by what he is inquired. “Why’d you think so?”

“Because you are staring.”

Tonight, your former brother-in-law is looking rather attractive to you. He had got ridden of his long hair, having it cut short; he is wearing a nice polo white shirt and jeans that make him look fancy.

And you could not help yourself a surprising naughty thought at what would be like to ride him.

A thought you promptly dismiss, of course.

“Am I?”, he clears his throat. “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to. You are actually…”

Before he can say “beautiful”, to your disappointment he’s distracted by the presence of Aemond’s nephews. Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon, brothers of the bride.

“Nice to see you, Aemond”, so greets Jacaerys, and you swear you detect some irony behind his gallant words.

“The same, nephew. Looking strong I see”, Aemond smirks, wiping out the smug of the other’s face.

“I think”, you decide to intrude before this could end unwell for both parties, “that you should follow me in pursuing wine, Aemond. Good evening boys.”

As you lead the way out of trouble, Aemond raises his eyebrows at you.

“Really now, Y/N?”

“Yup. Aegon may be a rascal, but you have no reason to be either.”

Easily convinced by you, he pours some wine in his glass before taking a distant seat at the restaurant. Aegon is busy entertaining guests, and it’s when you spot Alicent arm-in-arm with a dark haired woman.

“That is her girlfriend”, you hear Aemond say when seeing where your curious eyes are wandering to. “My mother’s a lesbian. She had a huge crush on her stepdaughter and former childhood friend, Rhaenyra, my sister. But they never made it because Rhaenyra likes men.”

“Oh”, you blink. “I didn’t know that.”

“Aegon didn’t tell you the gossips of the family?”, Aemond muses sarcastically, placing a hand on his heart, feigning to be offended.

“I’m afraid he was too busy partying”, you say rather uncomfortable, taking the wine to your lips as you savor the sour taste of it. “This wine isn’t Dornish.”

“It’s not”, he agrees.

• Oh the boy's a slag. The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams weren't as daft as they seem, my love when you dream them up.…..

Again silence hangs in between the two of you before Aemond gives you a look, studying you for a moment.

“He wasn’t a good boyfriend to you, was he?”, so he inquires after a while.

“No, he wasn’t. But I give him credit for trying.”

Aemond chuckles quietly.

“Kudos for doing the least.”

You smile at him. Perhaps Aemond isn’t as dull nor arrogant as you formerly judged.

“It appears I must engage in socially acceptable behavior”, says Aemond then. “To greet my brother and new sister-in-law and repeat expected speeches.”

“Expected only because you correspond to these expectations”, you nudge his sides.

“And do I have another choice on the matter?”, he scoffs.

“No one forced you to come, so don’t get at me for it.”

Somehow it surprises you both that these teasings do not end up in a clash of words. Aemond actually chuckles before conceding reason to you.

“That is very true. But I am a dutiful man, Y/N.”

Saying so, he moves away to greet his brother at last. You watch him go, already missing his company and the warmth of his presence.

The funny part about all of this is that, when looking at Aegon, you don’t actually miss him. And when looking at his bride, you feel rather oddly comfortable in getting at them to congratulate for the merry occasion.

Past is past, after all, and the aching of this ugly truth doesn’t seem to ache any longer.

***

• Flicking through a little book of sex tips, remember when the boys were all electric? Now when she's told she's gonna get it, I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it. Clinging 'til I'm getting sentimental, said she wasn't going but she went still likes her gentlemen to not be gentle…

Aemond watches as you meet your former boyfriend with his now bride-to-be. Judging by your face and your body language, all goes well. However, there is still that expected discomfort as you greet them.

So attentive is he that he doesn’t see Helaena coming. She leans by his side, amused by what is going on right under her nose.

“She said she wasn’t going, but she went still.”

Aemond turns his eyes to his favourite sibling.

“How’d you know that?”

“We remained friends, Aem. Y/N is a really good person, Egg didn’t deserve her.”

“When does he deserve any relationship he’s in?”, Aemond snorts, partly playful, partly meaningful.

Helaena smirks.

“Don’t be mean, Aem. They look genuinely happy now, which is good. I never thought I’d see him settling down one day.”

Her brother doesn’t answer, eyes still glued in the odd trio. Miss Rhaella is very comfortable in her shoes. But of course she is, she has captured his heart. At what cost, though?

“How come they broke up?”

Helaena scoffs at him.

“Oh please. Don’t tell me you don’t know the reason why they are not together for some years.” And then she adds, after poking his sides. “Do I detect an interest in you, Aemond Targaryen?”

“Laena, darling. Often the wise in our family, don’t play the dumb now.” Aemond rolls his eyes. “I could never nurture any interest of the kind in my brother’s ex. Y/N is particularly irritating.”

And that is the last part you hear.

***

He doesn’t know why, but this prince who takes pride in never falling in love with anyone, nor ever chasing after a woman, is going after you.

You too cannot conceive the reason his words hurt you, but it takes little to comprehend that you’ve been vulnerable with this odd circumstance you spontaneously dragged yourself into.

“Y/N”, he holds you by your elbow, forcing you to look at him. “Didn’t mean to say what I said.”

You shrug your shoulders off.

“In the end you have a point, though. What kind of ex goes willingly to a wedding where she was only invited out of politeness? Besides, have you seen the embarrassed look in your mother’s face? She wasn’t expecting me there”, you scoff.

Aemond smiles at you, and you don’t like how it makes you feel—as if there’s hope in the horizon.

“I don’t think this is the case. She was probably expecting a scene. Not from you, of course, but most likely that Rhaella would be unnecessarily loud. Or even Aegon. Who knows? But definitely not you.”

That being said, walls are knocked down. It all settles for now.

“Well, you know what? I think I need some wine.”

“I take it”, so says Aemond. “It’s been a while.”

“Indeed it has”.

And you smile at each other.

***

The next day both of you are found in the same bed, except nothing really happened in the night before. You realize how nice it was to just cuddle him, that his scent was much fitter to yours… than Aegon’s. Such thought embarrasses you when you get back at your senses.

You panic internally and try to disassociate of his arms, albeit unwillingly. It’s when he opens his eyes.

Aemond too is shocked when promptly observing how one got tangled with the other… without necessarily having the need of taking each other’s clothes off. This perception sort of annoys him, though.

“Where do you think you’re going?”, he asks in a voice that gives you shivers. “It’s fucking early.”

“I best find my way back to my room”, you say, hoping not to sound too awkward.

“Mm”, but of course he cannot take it for himself. “Last night was good, wasn’t it?”

“It was”, you give him a soft smile, but something about your eyes makes Aemond smile at himself. “I just don’t think prudent if we are caught. People can talk.”

“Let them talk”, he gently pulls you back and you effortlessly fall into his arms again. “I think we could go for a horseback riding today before lunch.”

You smile at yourself. Aemond spots it and he smiles too.

“We could. Though I’m afraid I don’t do horseback riding.”

“I could teach you.”

“Do I detect malice in your speech, Aemond Targaryen?”

For the first time in many moons, this bad boy is genuinely brought to laughters.

“It really didn’t occur me at all, but if you’re up to it…”

You punch his arm playfully. But for a while you two just stay like this, lying in bed, sharing laughters as if you have been the best of friends.

***

“I hate how I feel like an adolescent again. I thought I’ve done this already. Countless times”, you remark.

It’s nine in the morning and you two are dressed like going to a picnic, not a fancy breakfast to celebrate the union of the families Targaryen & Velaryon. Maybe it’s not of either interest to participate it. Besides, the landscape is far more inviting than dealing with posh relatives.

The hotel is surrounded by nature. Large trees are spotted above a green hill, surrounded by lakes and some wild animals that every now and then stop by. Not far from it, is this large, crimson white house rent by the Targaryens to celebrate the marriage of Aegon and Rhaella. The said event will happen only the next day since the couple are very fond of celebration.

Uninterested in these endless festivities, you and Aemond are heading to the top of the hill carrying with nothing other than wine and bread, perhaps some fruits too.

"And here we are", says Aemond, surprisingly in a good mood.

You two sit on the grass and its your former brother-in-law who opens the wine bottle. You two share it as it is, with no need to use glasses for the purpose of savouring the red, warm liquid.

"It is a shame we haven't been acquainted properly", you muse after a while. From where you two are, you could still spot Mrs Hightower and her lover receiving the guests alongside Mrs Velaryon, who, you seem to notice, is accompanied by a dark, curled haired man who doesn't strike you as Mr Velaryon.

"Eh, I was a little busy when you were with my brother", and when following your curious gaze, Aemond smirks and adds: "That is Mr. Strong, by the way."

"Busy? With whom?", you tilt your head, eyes now locked with his purple ones. "I feel as if I'm missing something here."

Aemond cackles before lying on the grass. As he's on his elbows, you hate how your eyes scan his frame, taking notice of his body, his part-opened legs under an old pair of jeans and a random comfortable shirt that shows some of his well build muscles.

Fuck.

You lean to grasp a few grapes before suddenly finding interest in the cloudless skies.

"Well, that is Harwin Strong", says Aemond, ignoring the first part of the question you asked him. "He is my sister's lover."

"Oh."

"Oh, indeed. Where were you when our family messed up?"

"I have no idea, maybe we were busy breaking up", you shrug your shoulders.

Now you miss the long gaze Aemond casts at you. He notices your shapely legs, well reinforced by your blue velvet shorts. A mischievous thought occurs him at the thought of removing these shorts. Containing a sigh, but not holding back such sinful thoughts, he notices you have nice, firm breasts just by the stare he gives your blouse.

Desire seems unbearable. Useless to fight against, but he stops the urge. He must. For his sake.

"You deserve someone better."

And your gaze meets his.

"My brother was unworthy of you", and he, a careful, wayward man, is drawn to you.

You, likewise, are inclined to get closer to him. Is it too early to get drunk and do things you might regret? Where is conscience when you need it?

"And who is worthy of me? You?"

Aemond side smirks at you. You two are so close to bound in deeper waters.... when someone else comes in to ruin all, of course.

It's Alys Rivers, his ex-girlfriend.

***

•You’re falling about. You took a left off Last Laugh Lane. You were just sounding it out. No you're not coming back again.

You are quick to leave the scene. Tired to be someone else’s sidekick character, you know it’s the time to part and be the protagonist of your own.

It’s been too much humiliation. First to put a closure with a man who is marrying someone else. Second… to be able to fall for his brother in a matter of, what, a day and HALF?

You realize no one is missing you anyway. So you are leaving before ceremony even begins.

As for Aemond, it’s all going worse than planned. He wishes you’d have more time to spend together. But, in honesty, he doesn’t blame you for parting like this.

He never mentioned that he and Alys were not entirely… what word could capitalize it? Untogether? Does this word even exist?

Regardless. He’s taken by a strange urge of going after you.

“…you’re not even listening to me!”, the protestations of his now ex girlfriend are annoying him.

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn”, he responds rather coolly. “You’ve left me in balance for a while and now you think you can take me back? I don’t think so. Farewell, darling Alys.”

Saying so, he’s not wasting his time. These are crazy days, one might judge, where long relationships end unexpectedly and short ones may begin out of the blue.

Or perhaps not so out of the blue…

***

You are about to get in the cab when Aemond gets to you.

“Hey”, and once again he holds your wrist, thus making you looking at him. “Don’t go.”

“I can’t stay here”, you sigh dramatically. “You have unfinished business with Alys. I mean, been there, done that. Not really in the mood to rerun this movie.”

“No, this is untrue. Fuck, you are the most interesting girl I’ve met and look at me playing the fool here. Always the indecisive and vindictive, I want something new.”

Aemond doesn’t know where this urge comes from, but, unlike his brother, he is not willingly to let go of you so easily.

“And when this new goes away”, you counter argue him. “What then?”

“I am not leaving you. I am not Aegon”, he says rather anxiously. “Allow me to get to know you better, Y/N. We are going through this shit together.”

You tilt your head, but as if to shush any remaining doubts, like the adolescent he never was, Aemond pulls you against him and finally kisses your red lips.

***

It’s the wedding day. You are elegantly dressed in a pink gown that reinforces your curves and shows some collarbone. Your y/c hair is tied in a braid Helaena’d done it and you are wearing a pair of emeralds over your skin.

But you lose your breath when you see him, elegantly dressed in a black suit with a green tie. His hair purposely messed, he’s every inch the sobriquet he proudly wears.

Bad boy prince.

When his gaze meets yours, both of you know this day will be no good to either of you.

“Ready to be my partner?”

When your hands intertwine with his, so is your destiny for once and all locked with Aemond’s. One smile, one kiss. And what is meant to be a funeral is turned into something more beautiful for this unexpected couple.

[enterrandomname]

Since you're doing wdy x reader headcanons, is there a problem if you could write romantic headcanons with Eteled?

Hope you enjoy:]

Eteled Romantic Headcanons

Word Count: 229

Headcanons

Ever wondered how Eteled is like as your partner? Some could say he wouldn’t be a good partner, but you could say that he was perfect for you.

Either if you randomly spawned in the Wii or you found him attractive through a screen. You still loved him the way he is.

Eteled could be a bit protective towards you. You were the first person he ever dated! So, of course, he was going to not let anyone ruin the relationship between you and him.

The bald mii cherished any gifts you had given to him. He may even have a box full of all the things you had gifted him.

“Why did you call me that?”

He hasn’t grown used to those little nicknames you have began to call him. But he’s still getting used to you calling him by those nicknames. What were they called again?

Despite the challenges you have to deal with, such as the Corrupted Mii (Austin), the two of you still get to spend some time together.

A teensy smile can brighten up Eteled’s day, knowing that he was doing the right thing to love you.

“You make me feel things I have never once felt before. Thank you…”

How would things work out if you were a human and he was just a Mii? Would he have the ability to come out of the TV screen? Unfortunately, only time can tell.

[mblue-art]

ough,,,, you givb me lust brainrot,,,,,,, hes jbust a littol guyTM,,,,

-juni

HECK yeah 🫶🫶🫶 good thoughts, i hope ! he deserves to be appreciated 💜

mme whne,when lust sans does anything that's so very him

(emoji src)

[maiteo]

WESTIMMY

[antisocialxconstruct]

how many threads are you using on the cmyk test print? i started it yesterday w/ 2threads on 14count aida & noticed your pic looks much fuller (i am intending to continue as-is and not undo everything but was curious regardless)

I also used two threads! I have noticed my designs tend to come out a little more filled in than the work of others, and I'm not really sure what part of my process to attribute that to 🤔 I do tend to stitch a bit loose, and sometimes I'll go back and sort of "smooth out" the top cross of a stitch in order to make it fill the space better. It's sort of a neurotic approach but it has the end result I want lmao

[fluxydrawings]

jimmy/grian/joel podfic :) this was a super cute one ta make, fun fic ^_^ written by the delightful @giddyfenix :D

[slayingqueenchal]

Stay away from me, y/n | Regulus black x reader.

Part 1 | part 2

This is abt Regulus feeling really insecure and he thinks he's not worth it for you. You are James little sister. You are a Slytherin in this fanfic, I'm sorry if you're in another house, I'm really sorry.

"I'm going back to my common room, night everyone! " You said. "Night y/n" Said both lily and dorca. "Night, sis" Said James. The others waved a goodbye and so, you left.

Walking to the common room, you passed by to your long time crush's dorm, Regulus black.

"Reggie? " You knocked the door. "What? " He said. It was.. Rough, his voice.

You saw a crying Regulus, sitting in his bed, while his friends weren't there. "Go away y/n! I feel embarrassed! I'm crying! I'm weak! " He sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Regulus, call me if you need anything" You closed the door. You felt bad. His normally happy emotion is almost gone. His eye bags were red, and so we're his eyes and nose.

You went to your dorm with a thousand guesses on why he was sad. But, you slept it out. You quote on quote 'slept' it out, but the truth is your eyes is wide awake. You couldn't sleep.

You overthinked, but you knew you need to sleep, so you tried to sleep, and after a few hours, you slept.

The next morning was Friday,you got up, and got ready to eat breakfast. You sat next to Regulus. He looks sorrow, he was pale. "Reg, are you alright? " You asked while taking your toast and egg.

"Obviously not, y/n, seriously? " Regulus answered,His face looks really annoyed. "I'm sorry I, I shouldn't have said th-" He cuts you off with a "why don't you go with you Gryffindor friends, I'm sure they're better".

"Why? " You asked, but he gave you an aggressive "just go!".you heard a mix of sadness, anger, and jealousy.

"Fine! " You said, taking your plate, and going to your brother. "Hey, y/n, what are you doing here? " Asked James.

You sat next to him, you sat between Peter and James. "Regulus, he isn't in his.. Best mood, it's fine, we'll get along" You answered.

"Woah woah what did he do to you? " Sirius asked, you answered, "nothing, the only... Sort of rude thing was, he told me to sit here, I don't know, maybe I'm just sensitive".

"That's rude" Said Peter. "Is it? " You asked, and all the marauders said 'yes' except for remus. He said "how did he say it, it depends" .

"He told me twice, first time I asked why, second time, a bit aggressive" You answered remus, and he gave a yes.

You sighed while it was time to go to class ; potions class.

"Morning professor slughorn" You nodded. He answered a "good morning, ms Potter". You nodded, then, you sat on your chair. The room was magnificently old, but beautiful.

"Now you want to talk to me? " You asked Regulus. He answered a cold hearted no.

"Sorry, I'll go with Cresswell" You sighed. It was a pattern now.

Since Thursday, he was avoiding you. Sunday passed by, then Monday, then Tuesday, then Wednesday, and those days turn into a week without talking to him.

You tried to talk to him, but he constantly avoided. Today was the last straw, you need to know what happened.

A sunday passes by, and you sat right next to him. "Seriously? " He said.

"Reg, can you follow me for a second" You said. He huffed, and followed you to the halls.

"What do you want, y/n? " He said. "Talk to me, reg, why have you been avoiding me! " You said in a whisper-yell type of way.

"What do you mean avoiding, I'm not! " He replied you. "Yes you are reg, just tell me why, just tell me the truth even if it's rude" You said

"Cause y/n, i love you! But you know? You are way out of my league, your perfect, pretty, smart girl and I'm just Regulus. Even If you love me back we wouldn't work cause you are a Potter! " He blurted out those words.

"Why wouldn't we work, reg? " You asked. "Cause you don't love me, no one does! And, my family hates what they call blood traitors! But, I've fallen in love with you, and I'm sorry that I've been rude to you, I just, don't want us to be more than Friends, it will be hell for the both of us" He gave a long answer.

"I see why now, reg, I'm sorry" You said. He heard a small cry coming out as you left.

He was standing there, left speechless, and guilty.

You love him too, you wish you could say that but, theres too much problems.

I can do a part 2 of this, just tell me if u like, part 2 will be a good ending

[cherrytreeshipping]

place your bets on how long it takes for one of them to fall over and bring the other one down with 'em.

[juicezone]

m barssed

[onlyfreds]

☕️ reader x fred in a college/university au!

Thank you so much for requesting this!

My 1.3k rom-com night is now closed!

Study (Date)

If someone told you that you would currently be sitting in the library, right across from Fred Weasley - you would’ve laughed and said that that only happened in your dreams.

Right now, you are surely wide awake and your long time crush is definitely seated right across you.

Earlier that morning, the redhead had approached you and asked if you could help with some homework that he couldn’t get the gist of and you happily agreed. Why wouldn’t you? The excuse to spend time with him was literally presented to you.

“Are you sure it’s okay with you?” Fred asked as the two of you walked to the library, “Because if you have something else to do, then I can ask someone else. 

Shaking your head, you gave him a smile. “It’s fine, I swear. I don’t have anything else to do anyway.” 

“If you say so.” The redhead said as he opened the door for you, the pleasant burst of air conditioning hitting your face. 

“Done.” Fred said in triumph, dotting a period before turning the textbook over to you, “Is that okay?” 

Pulling the textbook closer, you scanned over his answers before pushing it back to him, “Yep, that’s better.” 

“Yes!” Fred grinned triumphantly, closing the book with a snap, “Finally!”

You stifled a laugh, “See? Wasn’t that hard, was it?”

Fred chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “Guess not.” 

In the next two hours, the two of you managed to get a majority of your work done.

“Thanks again.” He smiled, walking out of the library with you, “You’re a lifesaver.” 

Grinning, you felt the heat spread across your face, “It’s my pleasure.”

[aziraphales-library]

Help what’s that fanfic that’s a ineffable

Husbands but with the plot of Music and Lyrics (2007)

Crowley is a washed-up singer for a 90s grunge band and aziraphale was a plant-caretaker-turned-lyricist

Hello, it's this one!

pop! goes my heart by attheborder [E], WIP

When has-been musician Anthony Crowley is recruited by pop singer Anathema Device to write a song for her new record, he jumps on the chance to resuscitate his career with a hit. There's only one problem: he can't write lyrics to save his life.

But a chance meeting with a stranger by the name of Aziraphale, with a poetic streak that's a perfect fit for the song, changes everything for Crowley. Together, they'll create something beautiful, fight the forces of the music industry, and perhaps even find a way back into love...

A Music and Lyrics AU for the GO Rom Com Event, complete with all-new original songs written and recorded by the author!

~Mod N