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kaylas-world-0 · 4 months
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Seeing Rayman angry(upset but not sad) while he normally is so cheeriful is something
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dumfanting · 3 months
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Mutual
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Rating: E, explicit
Warnings: masturbation, being overheard (voyeurism?), orgasms | Fem reader, second person POV, present tense
Whipped this up in the parking lot while waiting for my shift to start. I have more ideas for it if this does well enough.
~700 Words
Hunter/ F! Reader
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You’ve been with Clone Force 99 for several weeks, and you’re surprised by how well you integrated into the squad. You get along with everyone, save for Hunter. He can’t seem to decide if he wants you around or not. On missions, you work together just fine, but in the squad’s downtime, he does his best to avoid you completely. To say that it’s frustrating would be an understatement. Especially since you’re so attracted to him. 
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The Marauder is currently in hyperspace, headed back to Coruscant after a mission, and everybody is asleep but you. What was supposed to be simple recon earlier in the day had gone very wrong, and at one point you and Hunter had to slip into a tight gap between buildings to avoid being captured. He’d gone in first, then yanked you in behind him. He held you into place with one hand on your hip and another behind your neck. Your hands were gripping his shoulders, and the two of you were chest to chest. It was the closest you had ever been to the Sargent, and now, lying awake in your bunk, you can’t help the flood of arousal that consumes you as you think about it, and him in general.  
You sit up and peek out at the others from behind your privacy curtain. Everyone’s still asleep. You pull your head back and make sure the curtain is completely hiding you and your bunk. You shimmy out of your shorts and lie back down, pulling your tank top up and exposing your chest. Your hand slips down between your legs, but you hesitate before touching yourself. You weren’t too worried about getting caught, but you still had reservations about getting yourself off while surrounded by men. Debating, you close your eyes and vividly recall the expression on Hunter’s face when you were so close earlier. His pupils had been blown, he was panting slightly through parted lips as he kept eye contact with you, and he had pulled you forward enough that you were mere inches from his face. 
‘Oh to hell with it,’ you think, biting your lip. You softly exhale, and experimentally drag your thumb along your clit. When your hips twitch in response, you bite back a moan, then begin moving in earnest, eventually dipping into your pussy and using your own juices to rub circles against your clit with little effort. With one hand busy, you massage one of your breasts with the other. You roll your pebbled nipple between two fingers and pinch, though not enough to hurt.
As your hands work, you allow yourself to relax and fantasize about what you wanted to happen in that tight space with Hunter today. You quickly imagine your hands as his, his fingers plunging into you as he hovers above you, his hair out of the bandana and curtaining his face as he watches you come undone for him. You’re so focused on this that you forget where you are and a soft moan of his name leaves your lips. As your peak approaches, you have no idea that Hunter has also been lying awake, and he could hear everything. 
His bunk is behind yours, the two of you separated only by a thin wall. He could smell it when you’d first gotten wet, but he was able to hold back from also touching himself. You’re a teammate and it wouldn’t be right, no matter how much he wants you. But then he heard you say his name, and he can’t ignore how painfully hard he is. Hunter grits his teeth as he frees his cock, already leaking precum. He uses this to lube up his hand and stroke himself, and by the time he hears your breath hitch, his peak is already just as close as yours. 
You come first with another gasp of Hunters name, fucking your hand through your orgasm and not really trying to be quiet. Afterwards, as you lie in your bunk, catching your breath, your entire body freezes when you hear a soft ‘fuck’, followed by a muffled groan, coming from his bunk behind yours. 
Oh sweet Maker, he heard you. 
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crackedpumpkin · 1 year
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|| ʙᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴡꜱ || ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ||
a/n: Should I continue this into a series? (Update: It’s now a series!)
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"What do you mean I'm fired?"
"It means you're fired, Y/n." Noah, her fellow barista, looks at her pityingly, arms crossed as he delivers the bad news. "Management heard about the incident this week; it was your last warning." He sighs, pinching the skin between his eyebrows. "Today's your last day, so you should start looking for another job soon."
Y/n falls silent, processing the news. "It wasn't even my fault, though! That customer was asking for it." She protests, slamming her hands down on the counter. Her fingers grip the counter's edge so hard she could feel her knuckles turning white. Even the comforting aroma of roasting coffee beans couldn't help soften the blow of the news.
"Y/n, please. I'm breaking my back for you here. I managed to negotiate so that you'd still receive your pay. They wanted to cut this week's pay as an apology to that customer."
Y/n walks to the door, silently fuming as she flips the sign from 'Closed' to 'Open'. "So I get a drink thrown in my face, and that's acceptable. But it's suddenly my fault when I throw it back in theirs?" 
She walks over to the chairs, resignation crawling up from her stomach to her throat. Hot tears start to form, pricking her eyes. She feels Noah's eyes on her and immediately wipes the tears away with gritted teeth, swallowing down the anger she feels inside. 
She arranges the chairs in the cafe to their proper positions, cleans the tables with a cloth, and walks back to the counter in defeat. She tosses the fabric aside, washes her hands, and starts up the coffee machine.
Guess I may as well make the most of my last day.
 Y/n sighs, knowing how much Noah must've fought for her to stay. "Thanks." She turns to him, and he freezes at her words before looking back at her with a wry smile. "Anything for you, kid." 
"You're only twenty. Stop acting like you're twice that age." She sticks her tongue out in disgust, and Noah chuckles before continuing to set up the cashier's till. She grins, seeing his shoulders sag with relief. 
She turns back to the machine, and the jingle of the bell attached to the glass door draws her attention to the day's first customer. "Hey Fred," She greets the tall, lanky man that walks in. "Your usual?" 
"You know it." He sends her finger guns, and she reciprocates the gesture with a chuckle before starting on his cafe latte to go. She adds pureed strawberries to the bottom of his cup, filling it with espresso and milk. 
"Your strawberry cafe latte to go," She places the hot beverage on the counter, Fred dropping in a tip in the tip jar before taking out his phone and snapping a quick photo of the latte art on top and taking a long sip. He inhales deeply after, looking at it with a dazed expression. "Amazing as always, Crash." 
Y/n rolls her eyes at the familiar nickname. "What's wrong? Tell Freddy everything." Fred immediately notices her dampened mood, leaning over the counter for an answer. "I got fired today." She sighs, steaming some milk for her latte. 
"You should've seen what happened here on Thursday, dude." She glares at Noah briefly, dropping her gaze back to the hot faucet in the milk. "What happened?" Fred questions. 
"Nothing much, just an angry customer that got mad at me even though she grabbed the wrong drink during rush hour." She says dismissively, and her answer elicits a snort from Noah. "Dude, it was so rad. The lady threw her drink at Y/n, and it practically soaked her. She didn't even get angry and grabbed another customer's drink, throwing it back at her. The lady was fuming." Noah cackles.
"That's so cool! Are you okay, though? Were you burnt?" Fred shifts his attention back to Y/n's flushed face. Her cheeks feel like fire, and she shakes her head, trying to rid the embarrassment crawling into her face. "Yeah, but it got into my hair, and it took me ages to wash out the smell." She grumbles, finally taking a sip of her coffee. 
"But, now she's fired because the lady complained to the higher-ups." Noah frowns, now leaning against the counter.
"Gotta find another job that accepts fourteen-year-olds." She finishes off the coffee, tossing the disposable up in the trash. Fred's unusually silent, and she looks at him only to see his brows furrowed, deep in thought. She shrugs at this, returning to her position behind the coffee machine.
The familiar jingle of a new customer entering has her attention now, and she busies herself with their order. She hands them their cup with a smile, although her eyes lose their usual spark.
"I know! Freddy's got an idea for you, kid. I'll pick you up after your shift is over." He exits the cafe with his drink before Y/n has time to question him, humming cheerfully without a care in the world.
"Wha-?" The door shuts behind him, leaving behind a bewildered Y/n and Noah, who shrugs and continues to take orders. She's snapped out of her daze when an order is placed in front of her and gets started immediately. Fred's promise fades from her mind, focused on the busy day ahead.
She falls into her usual routine, the comfort of it all allowing her to take her mind off the impending end of the day. Her mind is blank, filtering out all unnecessary thoughts besides ones related to her job.
Coffee. Pour. Milk. Smile. Repeat.
A small smile settles on her lips as she fills her last customer's cup of coffee for the day. She cleans up, takes out the trash, and looks up at the night sky, which starts to fill with stars. The day had gone by in a flash, and with it, her job.
"Aren't you gonna wait for Fred?" Noah calls out from the storeroom. Y/n pauses while packing her bag with leftover goodies Noah had allowed her to take. She'd be surviving off of those for a while.
"Yeah, I'll just wait here." She pulls out her phone, scrolling through social media aimlessly. She's interrupted when a wad of cash is handed to her, confusion written on her face as she looks up.
"Your tips from today. I'll miss having you work here, kid." 
She takes it gingerly, counting through the tips as her brows furrow. "This is too much, though?" She questions. The realization hits her when she sees a cheeky grin on Noah's face.
"No." She states, handing back the amount that's rightfully his. He pushes the clenched fistful of cash back to her, smiling affectionately. "It's a parting gift from me." 
"But you have to pay rent too!" She protests, unable to accept his gift.
"Eh, I'll survive for a month or so." Noah dismisses, turning around and picking up her bag. He hands it to her. "Fred's here. You should go. I'll lock up." 
Y/n fights back the hot tears that start to form, a lump in her throat. She flings herself forward, burying her face in Noah's apron as she hiccups, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Thank you, Noah." She manages to say. His rough, calloused hand pats her head, and the gesture calms her down. 
She takes a step back, her red eyes the only evidence of her crying. She unties the apron around her waist, folds it, and places it on an empty table. Noah takes it with a sad smile, waving her off.
She pushes open the cafe door, walking outside to see Fred in some sort of costume. His arms are spread, offering her a hug. She accepts, and he gives her a brief squeeze before letting go. "C'mon." He says, and she follows blindly.
"You're not going to kill me in the woods, are you?" She asks wryly, her voice hoarse. She eyes his odd costume. "Not in that, at least." 
Freddy gasps, his hand placed on his chest in mock offense. "I'll have you know that this is a noble suit. The embodiment, the personification, the mascot, of SFIT." He says with a dramatic flourish. "So no, there will be no murder happening here." 
"Thank god, I haven't had dinner yet." She breathes out a relieved chuckle. 
"So how's it goin'? How's the fam?" He asks, eagerly accepting the pan au chocolate she offers him. She takes one from the container in her bag, munching away. "Well," She muses, "It's been alright on her end, I guess. Mom's constantly working, and being the only one here in San Fransokyo can be pretty lonely sometimes. I got enough to pay rent for the next two months, though, so that's pretty alright." 
"My house is always open if you ever need a place to crash." Fred offers kindly. 
"Thanks. I'll let you know if I ever need it." Y/n finishes off the sweet pastry, dusting her hands off on her jeans. Fred does the same, the faint stain of chocolate now on his mascot costume. 
The two soon reach a large building in the distance, Y/n's eyes widening as she stares at the facility in awe. "C'mon, I'll bring you around." Fred motions for her to follow and she does, gawking at all the top-notch facilities on the campus.
"Welcome, to where the future is birthed." 
Fred throws open the doors to a large lab with various students inside. The swinging door almost hits a tall and muscular guy, his brown locs kept neat by a yellow headband. "Hey!" He yelps, stumbling back and nearly falling if Fred hadn't caught his arm and steadied him.
"Sorry, Wasabi, just showing Crash here around." Fred grins, stepping aside to reveal Y/n, who grows timid at the sight of someone new. "H-hi. I'm Y/n." She introduces herself. "Wasabi." He extends a fist, and Y/n fist bumps him with a small, shy smile. 
"Yeah! New friendship!" Fred cheers.
"What brings you to SFIT?" Wasabi questions. She's at a loss for words, shrugging unsurely. "Fred just brought me here." She replies with a nervous chuckle. 
The man in question just grins. "Is Tadashi around?" 
"No, but apparently, he's bringing his younger brother over." Someone on a bike skids to a stop in front of Y/n, and she takes a step back in surprise. "Gogo!" Fred greets, and the stranger gets off the bike, taking off her helmet to reveal a girl with a vibrant purple streak in her hair. She blows a bubble with her gum, popping it, and continues to chew on it. "Who's this?" She gestures to Y/n.
She’s pretty.
"This is Crash! Also known as Y/n." Fred introduces her, and she waves in response. 
“Cool.”
"Is that a bike?" The question slips past Y/n's lips, and she feels her cheeks burn when all three turn to look at her. "I-I mean, nice bike?"
C'mon, act smart, Y/n!
"Yeah, it's a bike," Gogo smirks. 
"It's not like any I've seen before." Y/n drinks in the sleek yellow design in awe. "Can I?" She asks, eyes shining with pure curiosity.
Gogo hesitates but nods.
She spins the wheel, watching it turn effortlessly with zero resistance. She moves her hand into the space between the wheel and bike pedal, flinching and drawing it back when she feels a strong yet invisible current.
"It's electro-mag suspension," Gogo reveals, her chin tilted up with a hint of pride.
"It's amazing." There are no other words to describe it. 
"It is, but it's not fast enough." Gogo's proud demeanor turns into an unsatisfied frown, wheeling it back to what Y/n assumes to be her work area. She grabs the wheels and tosses them into an overflowing trash bin filled with other wheels, placing new ones on, hopping onto the bike, and speeding off around the lab.
"How about I show you what I've been working on?" Wasabi guides Y/n to his station, and she raises a brow at his impeccably organized workbench. Every tool had an outline for its spot. "There's a place for everything, and everything in its place." Wasabi grins. He places his hands on her shoulders, guiding her to stand behind a marked black and yellow tape line.
He powers on two devices opposite each other, a soft hum resonating in the air. Y/n feels the hairs on her back stand up, and she shivers slightly in anticipation. "Prepare to be amazed." Fred giggles maniacally from behind her, glowing with excitement. "Catch," Wasabi instructs, tossing an apple towards her between the devices. 
Y/n raises her hands, stunned by the apple turning into paper-thin slices before it can reach her. "Wow…" She's speechless. She grabs a thin apple slice that drifts towards her, biting down and feeling it melt in her mouth. 
Wasabi turns a heavy switch, and lasers become visible. "That's so cool!" She gasps at the sight, eyes wide in wonder. "Hmm." Wasabi frowns, picking up a piece of the apple and staring at it thoughtfully. He moves back to his device and continues to tinker. Fred grabs Y/n's arm, tugging her forward to a different lab area.
"That's Honey Lemon. We can talk to her later." Fred gestures to a gorgeous girl who has her earbuds in. Y/n can hear the faint sound of rock music, growing mildly concerned about Honey Lemon's eardrums. 
She sits on a beanbag in the center of the room, looking around in amazement at all the contraptions and inventions. She itches for her notepad to jot down questions for interviews. Instead, she grabs her phone, and starts to type away furiously. 
"That for your journalist club?" Fred leans back on a beanbag next to her, peeking over at the screen and reading a few questions. He raises a brow, impressed. Y/n nods quickly in response. 
She looks up at the sound of the lab doors opening, a young man with shoulders as broad as the Pacific Ocean walking in. A young boy trails behind him with a bored look, straightening in surprise when Gogo zips past him with a cry of caution. She stops at her station and hooks her bike up, still unsatisfied with its speed. 
Y/n watches the two boys greet Gogo, the younger one staring at the bike in amazement. She grins.
Been there.
She stands up and walks over, Fred too distracted by his comic book to notice. She walks past Wasabi, who looks up in curiosity, and Gogo greets her with a nod when Y/n approaches them. The two boys glanced at her, mild interest in their gaze.
"Gogo, this is my brother, Hiro." 
Gogo takes off her helmet, looking at Hiro with an unimpressed stare before blowing a bubble and popping it sharply with her teeth. 
"Welcome to the nerd lab."
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blueseachelle · 1 year
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I Could Be Lonely With You.
Ominis Gaunt X Pureblood! Hufflepuff?!? Fem! Reader
I had this idea for a hot second. I want to start this as a little test to see if you all like this. If so, I will make a mini-series! Much like my Contract series! Let me know, please! The Reader is MC!
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Y/n is an... interesting girl. She inherited the last name of Dacre from her father. Her mother, who was also a pureblood, was forced into an arranged marriage from which she had Y/n.
Y/n's father hated the fact that she was a girl and not a boy to carry on the family name. Y/n's mother got fed up and disappeared with Y/n in the darkness of the night. She eloped with a muggle. This muggle raised Y/n as his own.
Before she was officially admitted into Hogwarts, her mother told her the truth about who her father was and where her last name comes from. Y/n understood everything but, refused to not think the man who actually raised her was not her father. She may have a different biological father, but a father raised you. Blood or not.
So, when Y/n was sorted in Hogwarts, a lot of her mother's tendencies spread to her, instead of Slytherin, she was sorted into Hufflepuff because of the characteristics she "inherited" from her muggle father. She still had her pureblood last name.
Y/n was brought in and sorted to start her 5th year. Her mother thought that she didn't want to be a witch, but with some convincing from her magicless father, she decided to go.
Her mother talked to the headmaster and convinced him to let her in late. Her pureblood last name helped her have easy access. Professor Fig was sent to train Y/n in preparation for her 5th year. She shocked him with how fast she learned and executed the spells properly. After a year of training in England, The two became close. Y/n sees him as a magical father figure. Someone that could teach her things that her biological father might have taught her if he was still around, but she knows he's a horrible man.
Soon enough, it was time to go. Y/n bid her parents goodbye and promised to right. Her mother gave her a necklace as a parting gift. She held Y/n's hand with her and said, "You are more special than you know, My Love. This necklace with grow with you and give you abilities as you need and grow. This comes from MY side of your bloodline, the Abbott side. We are all unique so, this necklace will change with you. Like mine did. Be safe, My Dove. I'm always one owl away."
Y/n nodded as she hugged and kissed her mother's cheek. Her mother clipped the necklace around her neck.
After that day, Y/n's world changed. She could see ancient magic. She and Professor Fig saw the passing of a friend to a dragon. Then, they were late to her own sorting.
She had so much happen within a few days' time, but time stops for no one. Y/n kept pushing on. She was led to her new dorm and met her roommates. Little did she know, she was the talk of the school. A new fifth year? That's different. What's really different is that a pureblood was sorted into a muggle house. Hufflepuff. Professor Black was crying out in agony after the ceremony.
But, everything happens for a reason. Sometimes, things have to change to make way for earth-shattering feats. A pureblood Hufflepuff girl. Who would have thought of this one?
Let me know if we want this to become a short series! I'm gonna write a part 2 so we can get to the main part. Ominis ofc! This is gonna be so awesome!
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bleedingichorhearts · 26 days
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“𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙:
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𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This is just a post/𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥���𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥 for the “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” series. This was also one of my very 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 series to create, and share.
𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: This little series contain’s 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭/𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, and 𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 content. So, please be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 of yourselves.
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Also, I have labeled them wrongly. So, I will number list them for you here. (These features might update.)
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 I
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 II
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 III
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 IV
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 V
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 VI
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 VII
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 VIII
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 IX
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 X
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XI
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XII
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XIII
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XIV
𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XV (𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔨 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰)
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ravenssh1t · 1 year
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Midnight Kisses - X.T.
telekenesis!reader, Wednesday’s twin!reader, gn!reader, mindreader!reader (lmao), fluffy, SFW
AN: hey beautiful people! this is my first fic that im acc publishing so please be kind. that being said i am always open to constructive criticism. if you enjoy this, please let me know, and if you’d like me to write more, or for other characters, just drop me a message or an ask! I will write for a whole plethora of characters so just let me know which characters and maybe a small prompt if you so desire!! i hope you enjoy!! <333
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I looked over at my alarm clock. The bright red number glared 00:34 back at me. I'd only been at Nevermore for a week or so, and already it was a torturous experience. The glares from Barclay and her minions, the rumours, everyone walking on eggshells around Wednesday and I. It's a miracle neither of us had pulled another 'piranha incident'. There was one thing that never seemed to care about the rumours though. Well, one person. Xavier Thorpe. 
Wednesday had met him before.  His godmother's funeral. Allegedly, she saved his life, which is rather unlike my dear sister. However, in the long run it's been rather helpful.
Since starting at Nevermore, I had only really become close to two people. If you could even call it close. Our new roommate, Enid. And Wednesday's old acquaintance, Xavier. 
Right now, I need a distraction. From the thoughts that clouded my mind and prevented the graceful release of sleep from my grasp. Enid, Wednesday and Thing were all asleep. I decided to head down to Xavier's dorm. Since Rowan was expelled (killed, left, whatever) I've ended up in Xavier's room a few times. Once for stalking purposes, once for homework, once for... well I'm not entirely sure how to define it. But I know that he's what I need right now. 
I crept out of the window, and distracted the housemaster with an illusion of a hamster that I know he loves. I crept up the stairs and knocked on Xavier's door. No answer. I knock again and poke my head in and softly say "Thorpe? You in here?" Nothing again. He must be in his art shed. 
The brisk walk through the grounds was not unwelcome. It gave me quiet. I saw the lights on in Xavier's shed and picked up my pace a little. Something about that man makes me feel a weird tingling in my stomach. It's a new unfeeling. But not unpleasant. 
He doesn't answer when I knock, but I can hear the not-so-delicate sound of Deftones playing through decrepit doors, so I doubt he heard me. I decide to just walk in, and he's got his back towards the door, so I just take a seat on one of the stools and watch him paint. Something about him seems to draw me in. I can't help but admire the way his hair looks in a messy bun with the front strands poking out. The way his tall stature towers over his canvas. His masterful hands sweep the paint in particular ways just to fit his liking. 
I accidentally knock over a plastic cup full of multicoloured paint brushes and he jumps and turns around swiftly and catches me and says “Jesus Christ, Y/N! Do you make a living out of scaring this shit out of people?” and I smirk and say “No, but that is the goal.” He scoffs at my retort and saunters over to me while he asks “What’s wrong?” 
“Who said there’s anything wrong?” I ask slightly bitterly albeit unintentionally.
“Drop the tough guy facade, we both know that Wednesday and Enid are asleep, so you found me. Now, what’s wrong?” Damn. He read me like a small children’s book. 
“I couldn’t sleep. Needed a distraction. For some reason my brain seems to find your company tolerable.” 
He decides to ignore the last statement and instead questions “Do you want to see my new painting?” 
“If I must.” 
We walk over to one of his canvases and he spins it round. It’s me. Well, my hand. My hand in the middle of culminating an illusion with my powers. The deep crimsons and maroons contrast against the vibrant scarlet just like they do in real life. He even got the rings I wear down to a T. 
It’s incredibly rare that I am rendered speechless. But alas, here I am. My mouth ever so slightly agape, mind void of all language. Just pure astonishment. He breaks me out of my trance by saying “Sorry. I know it’s a bit creepy. I can get rid of it if you want-”
“Xavier,” I interject. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”
He smiles at this and the tip of his nose and his cheeks turn a distinct rose-tinted pink. He lifts his hand over the portrait and animates the picture. It moves exactly as mine do. The astonishment I first felt came sweeping back over me like a tidal wave. “Thank you, Xavier. This is amazing.” 
“Amazing enough for a hug?” He questions boldly. 
“Fine.” My reluctance is entirely feigned because the one thing I need right now is a hug. He practically jogs over to me in excitement and wraps his long arms around me tightly. My head sits just at the nave of his chest and it feels like the final two puzzle pieces finally slotted together. “You can hug back, you know?” He (not so) subtly hints as his chin rests on the top of my head. “I know.” I grumble back stubbornly. I hesitantly wrap my arms around him. Oddly comforting. Something in me tells me this is exactly where I’m meant to be at this moment. I don’t notice myself relaxing into the embrace and tucking my head impossibly closer to his chest, but he does. “We can do this more often if you need it.” 
“I may just take you up on that, Thorpe.” We stay there for a few seconds longer, then he lets go, and I do too. I wander back over to the desk and take a seat on the oak plank. He follows me and leans over me to ‘grab a paintbrush’ or so he says. He gently places his hand on my hip as he does, and I feel my face flush bright pink. He catches this and says “Am I that good?” 
“You wish you had that effect on me, Thorpe.” 
“Oh, I know I do, Addams.”
“How’s that then?” I query, genuinely hoping he is completely oblivious to the way I feel about him. 
“You’re a dick to pretty much everyone here. But with me? You had a soft spot almost immediately. You blush every single time I touch you. You watch me paint for hours on end while pretending that you’re doing homework because you don’t want me to notice that you’re staring at me. It’s obvious!” He chuckles out the last statement with the cockiest smirk on his smug, beautiful face. 
“Well, what about you Mr Loner who can’t seem to want to spend enough time with me? You touch me every chance you get. You painted a picture of my hand for God’s sake!” It’s possible I may have gotten slightly defensive. 
“Y/N. I never said it was a bad thing.” He etched ever so much closer to me until he was only two inches away from my face. He placed his strong hands on my delicate shoulders and gazed into my eyes. “Can I kiss you?” Speechless once again. I try to force out something, anything coherent, but I just stammer silently. “Ok, answer me this,” He notices my nerves. “Do you want to kiss me?” 
‘Yes! Yes, Xavier Thorpe! Of course I want to kiss you! It’s my dream, my livelihood, my reason for being alive!’ is what I want to say. No. What I want to scream from the rooftops. But all that comes out is a hushed and hesitant “Yes.” 
He puts his long pointer finger under my chin and lifts my head towards his face so I have no choice but to stare into his beautiful green eyes once again. “Speak up, sweetheart.” If he wasn’t standing in between my legs right now, I would be forcing them closed. “Yes, you dick.” I force out, it comes out slightly louder than I expected, but the excitement is evident in my voice. “Then can I kiss you?” 
“Yes.” I assert firmly this time. 
His hands move down to my hips, and he squeezes them gently. He leans down and pecks me on the cheek, then the lips. Feeling unsatisfied, a sudden overwhelming confidence regains control of me. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and suggest that “If you’re going to kiss me, you should at least do it properly.” He smirks again. God, he loves doing that. If it wasn’t so attractive I might just complain about it. “Like this?” He asks, grasping my hips harder this time and before I know it, our lips collide again. This time, it’s not as soft and fast-lived. It’s passionate, deep. If I thought the hug felt like two puzzle pieces fitting together, this is ,oh, so much better. Our lips move together in perfect harmony. My hand moves up into his hair, and I tug it gently, which covets a deep groan from the bottom of his throat into my mouth. I had never heard such a beautiful noise in my life. 
He pulled away softly. “Yeah. Like that.” I mutter breathlessly. 
“Thought so. Let’s go back to my dorm.” Yet another bold move from him. 
“I’m not that easy, Thorpe.” 
“No, idiot. You’re staying in my dorm tonight. You’ll sleep better.” 
That makes me smile. “Okay,” I accept. “but I expect more kisses.” 
“You read my mind, Y/N.” Oh, the irony.
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1970sgothfreak · 1 month
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*Realises there is very little to no Goth reader x Moonknight.*
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(Fr might make a full series of it so leave some ideas 👍🏻)
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with ears to see and eyes to hear // The Balance of Good and Evil
(Soulmate! AU) Eddie x gn!reader
[a/n] I wasn't happy with the original intro so I've edited it quite a lot and basically added in more lore, so please re-read if you haven't already so you don't miss out on anything new.
[warnings?] kinda biblical shit (it's not serious pls don't take it serious, it's a sort of metaphor for society)
masterlist available here!
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In the beginning before time was a concept and temptation was deemed a sin, an innocent young girl and an immature boy crossed paths. Their meeting had been written in the stars, their past, present and future decided before they were but a twinkle in the sky. They were to become the choosen ones, the keepers of the gates that bordered between the depths of hell and heaven. They were not Gods but guides, The Originals blessed with the ability to lead humans on the path of light or the path of night, just as nature intended.
You see there can be no good without evil, no pure without tainted. The balance of the earth too precious and fragile to give in to either one, constantly stuck between the push and pull, just waiting for it to give. The guides had made a vow with The Watchers as witness, a promise to fullfill the destiny till death do they part.
However, all fairytales and prophecies were bound to crash and burn at some point, leaving nothing but ash of the fire that once roared, to float away into the air as if it never existed, as if it meant nothing. With the birth of a new age to be forevermore known as The Purge, the day evil won and the good ceased to exist. The few that survived to lurk in the shadows until the universe was to be at one again.
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canthavetoomuchchaos · 5 months
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Viking
Simon Riley x sniper! Reader
Call sign: Viking. VI for short.
Specialty: sniping and stealth.
Viking wears Norse war paint, any type of your choosing.
A new recruit is added to the 141, they have been specifically chosen for the task force by Captain Price. What happens when Ghost can't seem to read this new member?
The day I arrive on base is slightly overwhelming, the base is about the same as my old one, but seeing as I've been chosen for the special task force 141, it's a little intimidating.
I hop out of the helicopter, my duffel slung over my shoulder and it's now that I'm glad I decided to wear my paint. A man wearing a skull painted balaclava stands a few feet away from the heli. I see who I assume is Captain Price, based on his facial hair and infamous hat. Next to him stands a man with a mowhawk, I've been told this guy is called Soap. I walk towards the group, my face still like a stone in a neutral expression, my eyes scanning the area before approaching any further.
"Viking, glad you could make it. As I'm sure you know, I'm Captain John Price, just call me Price. This here is ghost," he gestures towards the man with the balaclava, he gives no response. "And this is Soap." He gestures to the man with a mowhawk. So I was right then. Soap gives a nod, I give one in return.
"glad I could make it sir. Do I need to do anything before I find my way to the barracks?" I say, my tone flat and waiting for a response. Ghost huffs and turns around walking away, I ignore it. Price and Soap shrug, allowing him to walk away and Price answers my question.
"No, no tasks need done for the moment, Soap here will show you to the barracks. There's a briefing in 0200, don't be late." He says, then walks off in the same direction Ghost had gone.
"Well, seems you're comin' with me to the barracks then. This way." Soap says with a nod. I follow after him and watch as he fidgets with some loose wires.
"you're the demolition specialist." I say, though it was meant to sound like a question, it came out as a statement. He huffs a small chuckle and nods
"that would be me yes, the wires give it away?"
I nod, adjusting my duffel on my shoulder so it's not digging into my neck as much. We finally reach the barracks and soap shows me which cot will be mine and where my locker will be in the bathroom. I place my duffel next to my cot and nod to Soap. He looks at the time on his watch.
"you've got about 30 minutes before the briefing. See you there Viking!" Soap then leaves and I'm alone in the barracks. I look around slightly and start placing my things in their places. I adjust my shirt and make shirt the black holster on my thigh is still attached, tightening it slightly and placing my pistol in it. I check just above it for my knives and find all 3 are still secured. I then leave the barracks and make my way to the main building, Price meets me at the door and walks me to a training room if sorts.
"this briefing will be a smidge different. You'll be showing your skills to your new teammates in the dark." He says, a slightly smug expression on his face. The others in the room, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz I assume, all stare at him, clearly not having been informed until now.
I turn to Price and nod, walking to one corner as they all watch, Price counts down from 5, turning the lights off at 3. The hunt begins. I blink twice whilst my eyes adjust, remembering where the equipment in the room is as I feel the vibrations of someone approaching from my left, I jump and kick the air near me, landing a kick to someone's jaw. I'll feel bad later, right now, I need to survive this drill. The more I stay in place the easier they can find me, I calm my breathing to be silent as I silently run towards the last place I saw ghost, I see the shadow of his hulking figure and approach it slowly, carefully jumping onto his back and covering his mouth through the mask, his hands come up to grab me and I take my opportunity to swing around his waist, using my grip on his head and his weight to my advantage, flipping him onto his back, tapping him twice as a silent drill kill.
Price suddenly turns the light back on and I'm blinded for a moment, soap runs at me, blood running from his nose, and he swings a nasty right hook into my jaw, I recoil and quickly recover, dropping down and swinging my leg underneath him, effectively taking him down, I tap him twice like I did Ghost and he stays down, knowing the taps. Price is behind me putting me into a tight headlock before I can think. My eyes widen and I quickly throw an elbow to his ribs, lifting my arms to his face and plunging my thumbs into his eyes, pushing enough to hurt but not to injure. He yells and releases me, a hand over his eyes as he backs away.
I turn and Gaz is running at me, a fake knife pulled as I fight him off, keeping the hand weilding the knife away from my body. I finally tripped him and he goes down, I tap his chest two times and stand up, still silently moving as I return next to the door.
Price stands up and a small smile is on his face at my empty expression.
"you live up to your reputation. I was expecting as much but you can never be too sure. Good work soldier. " the other men stand up and I accidentally make direct eye contact with Ghost. He holds it and I refuse to look away, not allowing his dead looking eyes to deter my confidence in my skills. He blinks after a minute and walks out the door, a quiet grunt coming out of his mouth as Soap explains to him how I kicked him before he even knew he had found me.
This is going to be one interesting task force.
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lynderman · 2 years
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Songs That Remind Me Of Finbin, Except I go Into Depth On Why Pt.1 
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List of songs I coordinate with Finbin
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Glimpse Of Us- Joji
"He'd take the world off my shoulders. If it was ever hard to move." Anytime that Robin would stop people from beating Finney up, and defending him.
"He'd turn the rain to a rainbow When I was living in the blue." When the two of them were having difficult times in their home lives, but the second they saw each other they forgot everything and only focused on one another.
"Why then, if she is so perfect, Do I still wish that it was you?" Finney questioning himself when he got with Donna.
"Perfect don't mean that it's working, So what can I do?" He knows he isn't over Robin, but he also knows he won't even see him again :((
"When you're out of sight, In my mind." He felt immense guilt that it was him who escaped the grabber and not Robin. This was the first thought that came to his mind when he left the boy's bodies behind as the cops drove away with him.
"'Cause sometimes I look in her eyes. And that's where I find a glimpse of us." Every. Single. Time. That Finney does anything with Donna, he wishes it was Robin. He can't even look her in the eye for more than 10 seconds sometimes.
"And I try to fall for her touch, But I'm thinking of the way it was." Finney struggles immensely to have any physical contact with Donna whatsoever. Every time she holds his hand, he thinks about how he treated Robin the same way when he would patch him up after fights.
"Said I'm fine and said I moved on. I'm only here passing time in her arms." It takes years and years for Finney to get over Robin. At first he thought of Donna as a rebound. Donna understood this, but still stuck with Finney trough out everything. The two come to a mutual relationship after a few years.
"Tell me she savors your glory. Does she laugh the way I did?" (Let's pretend Robin's ghost follows Finney everywhere.) Robin envies the way Donna gets to spend more time with Finney than he ever will. He watches the two of them and wonders if Finn wishes that Donna was him.
"Is this a part of your story? One that I had never lived." When Robin took notice to the beginning of their relationship, he was more than shocked. He thought that Finn would never get over him.
"Maybe one day you'll feel lonely, And in her eyes, you'll get a glimpse." Robin knows it's wrong to be this upset, but he can't help it. He hates the fact that he never got to confess fully to Finn and wishes he had done It sooner. If he's upset enough about it, he'll vent to Bruce sometimes :')
"Maybe you'll start slipping slowly. And find me again." Robin loves Finney more than life itself. He eventually comes to terms with the fact that Finn can't be stuck on his death forever and is bound to move on. "When you're out of sight. In my mind." Robin watching Finney drive away from the house(s) holding back tears as the rest of the ghost boys watch too.
"But I'm thinking of the way it was. Said I'm fine and said I moved on." Whenever another one of the ghost boys catches Robin watching Finney (whether he be alone or with Donna) and they ask if he's ok. Robin fights the urge to tell them about how much he misses him and would do anything to hug or talk to him one more time.
"Hoping I'll find. A glimpse of us." After Robin becomes more content with the fact that Finn is happy, so he's happy. There will always be a little part of him that envies Donna for being able to give him that happiness.
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Spur of the moment
Pairing: Johnny Storm x Reader
Warnings: None really (I know, I am just as shocked as you are 🤭), just spontaneous and fluffy moments between the reader and Johnny 💙
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You were outside, sitting on the ledge, your feet dangling out and you admired the city. The bouncer had been checking up on you for the last 5 minutes, making sure you hadn't fallen off the building. He repeatedly told you to step away and stop tempting fate. You giggled and assured him that you weren't that drunk, just that there were too many people in the club and you were feeling nauseous when you realized you didn't have an inch of free space anywhere around you.
Bringing an introvert to a club was not a good idea.
"A pretty girl like you should be inside, enjoying the party." You heard someone say. You quickly turned to look in the direction of the voice, fully prepared to snap back, but were taken aback by his looks. He looked really good. Which only meant that he will be a pretentious asshole.
"How did you know I'm pretty if my back was to you?" You still decided to fire back.
"You just had an aura about you." He smiled and pointed to the spot next to you. "May I?"
"So you're some kind of shaman?" You asked as you nodded.
"Ha. Something like that." The man laughed. "Let's just say I can separate pretty girls from not so pretty girls really quickly."
"Should I be flattered?"
"If you want, but you should definitely tell me your name. I'm Johnny." He shook your hand as you introduced yourself.
"So, tell me, what's a gorgeous girl like you doing hanging off a ledge while one of the greatest parties in New York is raging on?" He asked intrigued.
"I just needed to breathe. And when we exited the elevator I got a glimpse of this view and I needed to check it out before my girlfriends left. What about you?"
"I saw the bouncer going to and from this little nook and decided to check it out." Johnny smiled as you hummed in understanding.
"But you are right, the view is beautiful." He added as he stared at you.
"Does that line usually work?" You smirked.
"Usually, but it's not fool proof." Johnny laughed and looked away, slightly embarrassed.
"Don't mind me, I'm a cynic and also I've heard too many pick-up lines in my life."
You knew men like Johnny, hell you even dated some of them. But you were smarter now than you were then, you knew that men like that were all bark and no bite and they think everything is a joke. So you joked with him, even told him about your upcoming birthday and your grandfather's nursing home. He told you about his overbearing sister and her will-they-wont-they friend and how to win at online poker.
"Johnny, for fuck's sake, stop trying to get in her pants and hurry up, the limo is waiting." His obnoxious friend yelled and pulled you out of a (you wouldn't dare to admit it) pleasant conversation. Johnny nodded briefly, got up and dusted his jeans before winking at you.
"I sent you a friend request and next week, on your birthday, I'm taking you out to show you a real good time."
Before you had a chance to slap the smirk from his face, he was already gone, leaving you fuming on the floor. You sat in silence, glancing at your phone and tried to decide whether or not tou should be accepting his request. At the end of the day...he probably wouldn't even remember tomorrow and won't hold on to the promise he made.
'Your friend request was accepted.' His phone dinged as he was driving to the next destination. Johnny smirked at his phone and turned it off again.
You woke up to 31 congratulatory messages and with a smile on your face you responded to all of them, before really getting up to make yourself breakfast. You didn't have big plans this year, all you wanted to do was chill with some friends, grab lunch with your parents at that restaurant you always go - it's the only family tradition you actually have.
~ 1 week later ~
"Happy Birthday 🔥😉" A message read.
"I didn't forget about you 😉"
You rolled your eyes, but gripped the phone a little bit harder as you opened the message and responded.
"Thanks :) Not sure what you're talking about?"
"Meet me at FIKA 58th street. You have 1 hour ⌛️"
The nerve of this guy...
"What makes you think I don't have plans? Do you think I'll just drop everything for you? 🙄"
"You responded immediately 😛 but I'm not assuming you don't have plans, just maybe a bit later. Do a guy a favour 😁"
"Meeting strange men in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the world...doesn't sound shady at all...🙄😶"
~ FIKA ~
"I promise I won't sell your organs or anything. I'll even keep my hands to myself ✋️"
Johnny was waiting for you at the corner of 6th and 58th. As he spotted you he immediately hid something behind him. Squinting your eyes, you decided to not have hold any suspicion and just enjoy this - it's one of those spontaneous things that you craved.
"Happy birthday!" He smiled at you as you came near and leaned in to peck you on the cheek.
"Thank you." He smiled at your surprised expression. He offered you his hand and you cautiously accepted. Together you walked towards the Central park.
"What do you have planned for today?" Johnny asked as you walked hand in hand. He said it so casually as if this was a normal thing you did together. Or maybe he did this every week with a different person. You had mixed feelings about the situation...
"Well the first thing on the list is: 'Don't get murdered by a stranger I decided to meet and is taking me to Central Park.' after that I planned to meet my parents for lunch and my friends for drinks."
"Hey, I promised I'd pass you on in one piece." Johnny laughed.
"Besides, I'm not taking you around Central park." He added with a wink.
"Then what are you planning?"
"I thought you wanted more spontaneity in your life?" He winked and smirked at your exhale. This was something that you wanted, you were so used to planning and trying to control everything in your life that it was driving you up the wall.
"That's right, relax, take a breath and just enjoy. I promise you'll have a good time." Johnny smiled as he saw you readjusting your tense shoulders.
He stopped at the entrance to the Victorian Gardens and you looked at him incredulously.
"You don't like it?"
"No, I just...didn't peg you for the guy that would count amusement park as fun." You smiled at him and then pulling on his hand to enter the park.
"How about you also stop trying to put me in a box, on top of asking so many questions?" Johnny suggested, not budging from his spot.
"Fine. I promise to not doubt you - only for today - and stop trying to categorize you." You held up your hand, as if you were part of the scouts. Even though you have barely stepped a step in a forest.
You tried out all the rides, even went to a haunted house. You haven't laughed that much in a while. In the middle of basketball booth you had to pause when you doubled over in laughter, clutching your sides as Johnny started cursing at the game and the fact that you were so good.
"You have the most terrible aim I have ever seen." You managed to let out in between heaps of laughter. As he listened to you, Johnny's mood changed, because in front of him was the real you - the one that doesn't hold back or tries to save face. You attracted too many eyes, yet you couldn't stop laughing, even when you snorted. It just made you laugh harder and pushed Johnny in a fit of laughter.
You concluded the two hour celebration with letting loose on bumper cars, going as fast as you could and colliding with each other so many times your neck started hurting. You left the park with his hand around your shoulders, your fingers intertwined, stupid grins on both your faces.
He walked you to the restaurant you were supposed to meet with your parents and let you go in the middle of Chelsea park. He held you close as you hugged him goodbye. Your mind was racing - should you kiss him.
Throwing caution to the wind your lips met his in an endearing kiss. You were just about to leave him, when he grabbed your head, pulling you back, smashing his lips back onto yours. While he caught you by suprise, you still leaned into him.
"I um..."
"I'll call you." Johnny winked and caressed your cheek, staring at your lips. "Happy birthday." He left you with that, making you float around 28th street until you bumped into your parents.
Thank you for reading! 🙏💙
In your pocket the phone vibrated making you smile as your mom hugged you, wishing you a happy birthday.
Adding Johnny Storm on the list 🥰 so full disclosure, the reason why I wrote this is that recently one guy I met years ago (eerily similar to Johnny’s personality) returned into my life and I remembered what happened between us and while I am happy with where I am at this stage in my life, he made me think of what could’ve been 😊
And yes, I plan on writing more parts of this 😁
The GIF is not mine - belongs to the amazing creator 🙏😊
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makethemhoesmad · 17 days
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oh yes!
we can definitely do pazzi twice in row🥰
-🫦
i wrote a five paige essay today so i can’t make it through a whole story today
more scraps!!!!
azzi looked at paige celebrating, reporters swarming her, wanting a chance to talk to Paige Bueckers. Paige Bueckers, who would have been a top three draft pick had she not stayed. But she is staying. All because azzi got hurt and she wanted to stay with her longer.
paige saw azzis cheerful smile fall. what had she done wrong this time?
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feralbatty · 1 year
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The Second Dragon
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A/N: there’s no definite couple in this but let me know if y’all have any preferences! You are the second daughter of Viserys and Aemma, Rhaenyra’s younger sister. This story starts at the beginning of HotD. Your hair and eye colors are already locked in and femme pronouns are used. Your dragon’s name is Axylvar the Gilded. No warnings except Daemon being Daemon.
Italics are Old Valyrian since I didn’t want y’all to have to translate mid story :) It’s been awhile since I’ve written so I’m rusty but HotD has got me hyped! I hope you enjoy!
Wind ripped around you. Endless blue flashed around as you flushed yourself to his back. Syrax could be seen just below and you could make the faint white of Rhaenyra’s hair. They seemed like a small blur against the expand of Blackwater Bay. Smirking, you and leaned closer for him to hear.
“Lower! Let’s catch them!” Letting out a boisterous laugh as your massive mount rumbled in affirmation before he arched and dived down. Your head rushed at the speed, body lighter than a feather with adrenaline which made you smile even wider.
He let out a thunderous roar as you swooped and sped past your sister, making you laugh. Turning in your saddle you could barely see the astonished look Rhaenyra set you. You already knew she would urge Syrax to match you and Axylvar. No sooner had you turned back your sister zoomed beside you. She was beaming at you.
“First to the Dragon’s Pit wins! Loser has to kiss Hightower!” You barely made out her bet past the winds. You shouted your agreement and didn’t waste any time. Urging Axylvar forward, he sensed the excitement and raised before once again diving to gain speed. “I didn’t say go!” Your sister called after you.
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“You’re a cheat, (Y/n).” Rhaenyra pouted as the two of you pulled off your gloves. Running your palm along Axylvar’s bronze scales you hummed. He had leaned his head down to look at you and rumble.
“I agree, Rhaenyra is a sore loser.” Your sister barked out as you giggled. “You never specified if we go at ‘go’ sister dearest.” You feigned innocence. “Besides what does Uncle Daemon always say?”
“Seize victory by any means.” The two of you parroted in Old Valyrian while watching your dragons being lead into the Pit to rest. You made a mental note to return and pamper Axylvar for his flawless win. You hooked your arm into your older sister’s and the both of you began towards the carriage.
“Back to it I’m afraid.” Rhaenyra sighed under her breath.
“If only we could ride forever. Think of the adventures!” You whisper.
“The scandals.” The two of you giggled before Ser Westerling called out.
“Welcome back, my Princesses. Trust your ride was pleasant?” He tilted his head to the both of you from his white horse.
“Try not to look too relieved, Ser.” Rhaenyra replied sending you another smirk.
“I am relieved. Every time your golden beasts bring the two of you back unspoiled it saves my head from a spike.” You released Rhaenyra’s arm to smile back at him as your sister was focused on the carriage and Alicent emerging from it.
“A little trust, Ser.” You teased. “The Golden Two would never see that we were harmed. I think they like the rush.” He fixed you with an exasperated frown while you giggled.
“You’re giving me grey hair, Princess.”
“What hair?” You shot over your shoulder as you laughed. You caught the tail end of Rhaenyra’s attempt to get Alicent to ride with her.
“I believe I’m quite content being a spectator, thank you.” Her doe eyes found yours. “It looks like Axylvar could rival Meleys now, Princess.”
“I doubt he’ll ever be able to match the Red Queen, Alicent but thank you.” You preened at the compliment. Alicent smiled bashfully before turning to the carriage.
“Wait!” Rhaenyra grabbed her hand and sent you a smug grin. “I have a bet to uphold.” The kissed the Hightower girl’s hand making her bloom red.
“Now who’s the cheat, Nyra!” You shouted.
“You never specified which Hightower.” She threw your own words at you with an innocent look. She hurried up the steps before you could jump on her. Alicent was already sitting, face still rosy and cradling her hand.
“Next time I’ll make you kiss the Hightower bricks.” Now it was your turn to pout.
“Sore winner.”
“Slowpoke.”
“Brat.”
“Dragon’s breath.” Alicent cracked at that and joined the two of you as you laughed. ______________
The three of you made your way through the bustling of the Red Keep. Arms all interlocked with Rhaenyra in the middle. Your pace was easy but purposeful. Both you and your sister were worried about your mother. She seemed to be increasingly fatigued as of late and it troubled you. You hated to see her in any kind of distress.
Your sister walked through her open chambers first with you next and Alicent waiting at the doorway. She was lounged on a chair fanning herself. Belly almost bigger than she was you skipped past your sister to hug her around her shoulders and kiss her sweaty forehead.
“You know I don’t like the two of you flying when I’m in this condition.” She chided while you leaned your head on her shoulder and stared down at her belly.
“You don’t like us flying when you’re in any condition.” Rhaenyra shot back. You huffed a chuckled at that.
“You can’t deny a dragon it’s freedom, mother.” She frowned down at you and shooed you off her. You twirled around and danced your fingers through the calming incense that wafted through her rooms. Back to her so she couldn’t give you ‘that’ stare.
Alicent gave her greetings at that moment breaking your mother and Rhaenyra’s staring contest. Taking the distraction, your sister sauntered forward changing the subject. And earning the two of you the win. You smiled and mouthed ‘thank you’ to Alicent, who fought a smile of her own at your cheek.
“Did you sleep?” Rhaenyra was at her side now, serious.
“I slept.” Your mother sounded beyond exhausted. You leaned against the table across from them and crossed your arms. Your leg bounced as Rhaenyra sat beside her. “I don’t need mothering, girls.” Her light eyes jumped between the two of you.
“Well here you are surrounded by attendants all focused on the babe.” The maester behind you looked up at that, you met his look with an arched brow before adding,
“Someone has to attend to you.” Your mother stopped fanning and pointed it at the both of you.
“You will lie in this bed soon enough. This discomfort is how we serve the realm.” Rhaenyra sighed and you pursed your lips and stash down at your feet. You’d already been given this lecture before when she was just as unwell with the others.
“I’d rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory.” You said loud enough for her to hear while your sister shook her head. Your mother looked at you with sorrow before breathing out a laugh and continued fanning.
“We have royal wombs, girls.” She paused. “The childbed is our battlefield.” Rhaenyra looked at you over her shoulder you blinked away and looked out the window. You didn’t want to meet either of their eyes. It felt like, if you did you’d agreed to such a boring fate. Your mother continued event if the two of you weren’t looking at her. She knew you heard her. “ We must learn to face it with a stiff lip. Now take a bath.” You flicked your eyes to her at the tease in her voice. “You stink of dragon.” Rhaenyra smirked but you continued to stare at your feet.
“Yes mother.” Your older sister said quietly with a smile and rising.
“Don’t take too long, Rhaenyra, your father has a Council meeting soon.” Your sister nodded. She was beside Alicent before noticing you not behind her.
“(Y/n) are you coming? We insult mother’s nose with our stench.” She chuckled trying to lightened the mood but you shook your head.
“I’ll stay a while.” Rhaenyra’s smile faltered at your far off frown. Noticing her silence you perked up. “Besides, I don’t have to pour wine for those gossipy old men.” You winked at her, letting her know you were ok. She nodded while your mother breathed your name.
Rhaenyra pulled Alicent along with her and it was you and your mother. The servants busied themselves as you approached the seat your sister had just been in. Your mother reached out and you laced your fingers with hers. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. While you studied her face. There was a twitch of discomfort in her brow.
“You should be sleeping more, mother.” Your finally broke the silence. She hummed and ran her thumb over yours. Placing your free hand on her belly you leaned forward. “And you should take it easy on her.” You mumbled to your unborn sibling.
“Rhaenyra was just as restless as this one.” You looked up and she was gazing at you fondly. “You I must say were the most pleasant of them all. You didn’t batter my insides like a drum. Oh but you were strong. Still are.” She squeezed your hand and you smiled up at her.
“I don’t want to be some lord’s broodmare, mother.” You finally said. She froze.
“Where did you hear that, (Y/n)!” You pouted and glanced at her belly, ashamed. “When will the two of you listen to me.” Another sigh. “This is our place, (Y/n). The men wage war. They govern peace, like your father. And the women-“
“-bare children.” You leaned away hand still in hers because she held tighter.
“It is our way, (Y/n).” She said gently almost pleading. You were silent for a moment before relenting. No need in stressing her further. “Sing for me.” You looked up at her. “Go on, it might settle this babe.” She nodded down at her belly. ______________
Leaving your mother resting you hurried your steps towards the throne room. You and Rhaenyra always met there so she could rely to you all the news from Council. Surprise crossed your features when you saw Ser Westerling in the meeting place with Rhaenyra at his side. You tilted you head in question.
“Seems our uncle’s decided to pay a visit.” Your sister smirked and looked to the knight. He nodded and the two of you followed him towards the throne room. You were giddy with excitement the closer you got.
“Does father know he’s here?” You asked as the three of you stopped at the throne room’s entry.
“No.” The kingsguard knight began pushing the heavy door open for you.
“Good.” Rhaenyra smirked at you with her hands clasped behind her. A wave of happiness bubbled in your stomach at seeing your uncle again. Daemon was everything you wanted to be. Free-willed and powerful. Even if he was bounced around the Council filling (and failing) different roles. He at least had the freedom to leave the Keep without an escort.
The door creaked open, revealing your uncle upon the Iron Throne. Ser Westerling exclaimed at the audacity while you smiled almost proudly at Daemon’s antics. “It’s alright Ser.” Rhaenyra pacified as she began towards him you a step behind her. Pausing you set the knight a reassuring nod before once again moving toward your uncle.
“What do you think you’re doing, Uncle?” As it was only the four of you in the room, Rhaenyra’s voice carried clear.
“Sitting.” He replied. “This could well be my chair one day.” He continued once the two of you were closer. There was no need for hushed voices as no one but Targaryens knew Old Valyrian. The three of you could converse as loudly as you wanted.
“Not if you’re executed for treason.” Rhaenyra paused. “You haven’t come to court in an age.”
“Mm.” Now that you were closer Daemon looked between you and Rhaenyra. “Court is so dreadfully boring.” The corner of your mouth drew up making his in return. His violet eyes watched you before being drawn to Rhaenyra as she spoke.
“Then why come back at all?” Playing serious. You knew she was just as excited to see him as you were. You proceeded to let the two of them speak, fine with just taking him in after so long. Last time he’d been around you were a child running after his boots and riding on his shoulders to pet his vermillion Caraxes.
“I heard your father was hosting a tournament in my honor.” His deep timber echoed. You and Rhaenyra were now at the bottom of the Iron Throne’s steps. You huffed at his gall, smile never falling.
“The tournament is for his heir.” Rhaenyra tilted her head up at him. Light filtered all around the three of you, making your matching snow-white hair glow like crowns around your heads. Daemon leaned out of the Throne’s shadow.
“Just as I said.” He smirked and shot you a look. That’s when you noticed what looked like jewelry dangling from his hand. Your lavender gaze flicked back up to him when Rhaenyra corrected him.
“His new heir.” Daemon’s smile was gone as he stood up and sauntered down the steps to meet you.
“Until your mother brings forth a son you are all cursed with me.”
“Then I shall hope for a brother.” She shot back. You watched the two as Daemon stood in front of her. A fond smile back on his face.
“I bought you something.” He lifted his hand and produced a necklace to her. A part of you dropped when there was only one in his palm. You blinked the hurt away to watch your sister marvel at the piece. “Do you know what it is?” Two braids of thick linked darkened steel with four small dropped rubies guarding the tri-spiral and largest of the rubies.
“It’s Valyrian Steel. Like Dark Sister.” She ran her fingers over it before he flicked it from her grasp.
“Turn around.” She did and moved her hair from her neck, unclamping the gold choker. He wrapped the necklace around her and clasped it. You leaned around to get a better look at it across her collar. It was beautiful even if you had to push the little bite of jealousy down, you admitted it did suit her.
Your sister turned to you with a big grin. “How does it look?” You returned with a weakened smile before gazing longingly at it. You were too caught up that you didn’t notice Daemon watching you closely.
“Beautiful, Nyra.” Your voice was barely a whisper.
“You didn’t think I’d forgotten you, (Y/n), did you?” Daemon’s voice was loud, shaking you from your stupor. He made a ring with his finger for you to turn. Your eyes brightened, you swirled in place waiting- hoping for something as beautiful as Rhaenyra’s necklace.
Daemon’s smile deepened as he ghosted his fingers across your neck and moved you ivory locks to the side for you to hold. You felt the cool of the chain as it lay against your skin. He leaned closer so he was right beside you ear and breathed a low whisper. “For my favorite.” He squeezed you shoulder before letting go.
Twin strands of thick chain, like Rhaenyra’s, with three small rubies inlayed on each side. Towards the middle were ruby-eyed twin dragon heads. A thinner delicate strand of chain in their jaws with a large tear dropped ruby dangling at your chest. You touched your fingers gingerly to first the dragons than the ruby.
Rhaenyra stepped closer to look, tracing the dragon heads herself. You beamed at her and she to you. Daemon watched as you both turned to him with equally honored smiles.
“Now the three of us own a small piece of our ancestry.” He mused down to you, tilting his head in your direction. His gaze drifted lazily from Rhaenyra’s necklace to your eyes. “Beautiful.”
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Romance Drabble - Festival Kiss - Introducing my OC's
Also I wrote this randomly because the scene was stuck in my head so this is kinda taking place mid-plot but ya know just enjoy the writing and the fluff!
Context because this is very out of context to the whole lore of the world I'm writing 😭:
Galbana is a country in this universe (They're not actually from there tho)
Opal is Neo’s (the narrator’s) cousin
Mia and Neo are roommates and also coworkers and also vigilante idiots (:
This is a fantasy world so magic is a thing but its not really talked about here-
Obviously, I was a little tipsy. What's a festival for if not to try the various colourful ales random merchants hand you while dancing. Mia seemed to think the same, as soon as I was done talking to my brother I saw her with Opal across the field, holding a glass of a bubbly liquid such a bright yellow it almost glowed against the darkness of the night. She was smiling wider than I had ever seen her do so before. It was either the booze or Opal’s delightful sense of humour, but considering my cousin's depressed demeanour tonight I assumed it was the booze.
The band sped up to the tempo of abnormally fast folk music, urging us to dance. I couldn’t bring myself to move from my spot, leaning against the buffet table, looking at Mia. I watched as Opal and her interlocked arms and approached the dancing, both swaying a little as they walked. The purple dress the festival organisers somehow forced Mia into twirled as she moved, the fabric reflecting the fairy lights illuminating the field, it was like she was wearing a skirt made of starlight. Even without her drunken smiles, I had never seen her like this, partying in a dress, laughing with girlfriends, or relaxing at all really. It was pretty, it made me feel like relaxing too. Not that I wasn’t, after all I make it a sport to be pretty much unbothered all the time. But at this particular moment I was bothered, I was bothered because instead of dancing with the girl I love I was standing there gawking at her like an idiot.
I approached the cultish- I mean jolly- circle of frolicking losers from behind and I waited until Mia and Opal danced themselves into the direction of where I was standing. I tapped my cousin on the shoulder to swap out and she gave me the dirtiest look I’d ever received. I waited for 2 more spins until I tapped her out again. Opal groaned and stepped out of the circle. Mia looked confused and as she found an awfully handsome gentleman next to her.
She giggled, “Neo I thought you were getting pissed.”
Oh man, the impressions I give to people...
“No, actually I was bonding with my brother.” I said with dismay but I couldn’t help but grin at how in awe she looked at me, usually it was the other way around.
“Okay.” She said softly as she looped her arm through mine.
We continued dancing like this for a while. A while, until my back reminded me that it was still fractured only a month ago. Before I could escape back to the buffet table of peace Mia tugged on my sleeve.
“Neo,” she said, “my leg’s starting to hurt again, let's chill somewhere.”
And so we did. I took her hand and led her to a clearing in the field where the music was a bit quieter and the people were a bit sparser, but the lights shone just as brightly.
The band in the distance was beginning to slow down, the tempo was now at a lazy waltz. Unfortunately for my two left feet and broken back, Mia seemed to have heard the new music and looked at me expectantly. But of course, she knew me like the back of her hand so before I could speak she had her arms over my neck and said,
“Just sway with me.”
And so I did. My heart was pounding in my chest like it was going to pop out and kiss her for me.
Why was I even being like this? Did my flirty ballsy act officially die?
We lived together, spent every waking moment together, and yet that night more than ever I wanted her to be mine. I suppose it was special since she was the one holding onto me, just for a second it didn’t feel like an empty pursuit. I knew that when the morning fell, things would be the same again, and then we’d go home into our apartment and keep going about our business as if I don’t love her more than anyone else in this world.
“So, how are you liking Galbana?” I asked quietly, in awe of how magical this stupid country can be sometimes.
“I love it. It’s beautiful.” She said, but when she did she never once looked away from my eyes.
I gazed into hers with the same severity and chuckled.
“Thank you for taking me here.” She crooned.
Before I even had the chance to melt at her sweetness, her head shot up and she pecked me softly on the lips, standing on tiptoes. She exploded into giggles and I just stood there, stunned.
“Mia did you just kiss me?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yeah~” She replied with a sing-songy voice, still holding on to me. It’s a good thing she was since I felt as if I was going to drop dead from shock, and probably sheer joy.
My cheeks hurt from the, probably ludicrous, expression I was making.
“Why, how bold of you.” I teased as I caressed her cheek with my hand. She didn’t flinch away from this touch which I counted as a win. We swayed for a few more seconds until the flirt in me finally got the memo.
“May I return the favour?” I suggested cheekily.
Mia nodded, also smiling massively. I rested my other hand on her face as well.
She gave a little hiccup.
And then it hit me,
“Mia, are you drunk?”
“ Hic - probably…” She replied guiltily.
I dropped my hands from her face immediately. When this passed she was going to kill me.
“Have you even drunk before? Woman, you just kissed me?!? How are you this shit-faced?” I demanded, while also imagining how tomorrow I’m somehow going to get kicked out of an apartment signed under my name.
She looked at the ground in embarrassment, “I don’t really drink…”
I frowned, “Well, how much did you have?”
“Dunno” She replied.
“Oh boy,” I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her in the direction of the boarding house we were staying in, “that’s it we’re going to bed.”
“No!” Mia whined.
“Come on.” I pushed her gently away from the site of the festival.
“I wanna party.” She moaned some more.
Never thought I would live to hear her say that. I sighed, as cute as she was, she was not in her right mind.
“Trust me, you’re gonna thank me in the morning…”
Somebody please let me know if u like these characters and wanna know more about them and their world because I will make that happen!
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Welcome to me and you
A make a choice story. Where you get to choose what the character will do depending on what the situation is. In some situations you will be given choices. And others you will just have to choose yourself. If this keeps up it will eventually become a full series thing on this account. And remember your decisions matter. And depending on your decision, things will change. So I hope you're ready for this 1st Choice
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A lonely stickman. What will he do?
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