#they’re twins your honour

[keef-a-corn]

I refuse to write Tech to be a nerd stereotype.

I believe he would 100% be grossly unprofessional in any situation.

[meltingmeninthesunshine]

My heart 💔

[jezfez81]

Here’s my headcanon for Douxie and his younger self…

They’re actually identical twin brothers in real life.

[wattafak-is-this]

Twinning

[gretavanfan]

The twins at scwt Seattle, brought to you by yours truly.

[keepyourbliss]

short dale cooper x harry truman drabble <3

a/n - finished season 2 of twin peaks tonight. this is something of a fix-it fic for the season finale, though it’s very jumbled and overall Not very good because my mind is still reeling a little. bear with me x

it was a chilly winter’s day in twin peaks when dale was scheduled to depart; he and the sheriff stood outside of the station of which dale had grown so fond, a car waiting to take him to the airport. he had mere minutes to say his goodbyes- he bid farewell to everyone, lucy, andy, hawk, and just about everyone else at the station until he reached harry, stood by the car, waiting for him.

the hug they shared was nothing short of torture. inner torment, affection, perhaps notes of regret, all translated through profound bond alone in an embrace neither man wanted to bring to an end. alas, when the two parted, much too soon for both parties, the bitterly cold air filled the space between them and with a silent, agonising meeting of eyes, the realisation that their time together had come to an end came tumbling down on the sheriff like a ton of bricks.

harry had known dale would have to leave sooner or later, the case would either be solved or go cold, although something told harry dale wasn’t one to simply let a case go unsolved. not if he could help it. he stared ahead at his partner, mentally capturing how the reddish tint from the cold teased at the pale skin of his face. in that moment, and not for the first time, he fancied dale the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen. he felt unwell.

he wanted to take the agent back into his arms, hold him like a vice, kiss him endlessly, let everything he hadn’t said freely flow out of him; ‘i love you,’ ‘please stay,’ ‘take care of your hands,’ he wanted to say, ‘they have carried the world.’ instead, he tore his eyes away from the man before him, reaching an unsteady hand into his pocket and pulling it back out, revealing a small object pinched between his fingers. dale’s eyes followed harry’s hands as they arrived to his front, level with the agent’s. harry placed his free hand atop cooper’s, warmth coursing through him at the touch of his skin, the numbing cold forgotten as he rotated the agent’s hand so he was cradling it with his own, and gently placed the object in his palm, cautiously shielding it from the breeze. only when he was certain dale had a grip on it did harry drop his hands, albeit reluctantly.

the agent rubbed his thumb and index finger back and forth with the fly hook held firmly between them, twirling it and watching the feathers stutter in the wind. a beat passed; a car horn sounded; both breaths caught. their time was up. “harry-“

“don’t, coop.” the sheriff shook his head, just barely, pleading silently. dale fell silent once again. harry adjusted his hat to occupy a hand and stuffed the other in his pocket, knowing that if he didn’t, the urge to grab his partner’s own would get the best of him, and he couldn’t count on himself to ever let go. his heart hammered like the hooves of a young, unspoiled racehorse, the sound of his blood pumping relentlessly filled his ears and an all too familiar, wretched sickly feeling took command of his stomach as he took a small step back, beginning to turn. his knees weakened and he wobbled on his legs. his balance was uneasy as he walked away, and he felt queasy and achy all over. he felt as though his breath had been stolen as he pitifully resisted taking that last glance at the perpetrator; the thief who had gradually robbed him of both his heart and soul from right under the poor sheriff’s nose- but he could wallow in self-pity later.

the sheriff grudgingly caved and risked one last look, turning toward the car, his heart jumping to his throat when his eyes met cooper’s whose were veiled through the dusty window. his eyes were fixed on the car as they followed dale’s own, until harry watched the car disappear down the lane. he tried not to think about how everything good he had left had disappeared with it, along with any chance of true contentment, leaving him in the dust with nothing but the clothes on his back and a cavity where his heart once was, filled with regrets and pondering the what-ifs.

[kirkwallgremlin]

I rly need to talk to the other player about our dnd characters and their relationship bc I wanna have Sibling Thoughts but I can’t properly bc we haven’t worked out any actual family details ;-;

[wonderbutch]

they’re twins your honour

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

Word Count: 1.6k

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

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A/n: Oh-my-god, I am so sorry for the major delay! Trust me, I was in the middle of writing the chapter the same day I said I would post it, but being a mom is super-duper busy and they will always come first and I completely forgot to post the chapter, but here it is FINALLY.. My twins are now 3 so they’re acting like teenagers, but toddler form; super bossy, extremely demanding, always and I MEAN always keeping me on my feet. Plus, I had to re-write it as I didn’t like how the first attempt at chapter 14 sounded 😮‍💨 Anyways, I barely have time to write, but when I can, I hope you all enjoy it. I hope this chapter is up to your liking! More chapters are still on the way, A LOT MORE. Keep in mind, the Billy scene in previous chapters and this scene is my first time writing smut/smut related things… 😓😓😓 Lastly, Thank You ALL so much for getting me to 405 followers! I’m in disbelief 🫢💜

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Chapter 14

Gulping, you shakily took the phone off the counter, hanging it up and unplugged it from the wall, making sure no calls would come through anymore that night for her sake.

Looking over, you saw Sidney gripping at her brown hair, pulling it in every direction, her jaw clenched, yet, her teeth chattering; she wanted to scream, shout and cry, but couldn’t. Her pale features now a rouge from both exhaustion and terror. Her sanity seemed to slip away bit-by-bit each time Ghostface would call; preying on her, taunting her, humiliating her.

“What, what!?” Dewey came running from his room, waving a gun around in his white t-shirt and blue and white striped boxers.

Tatum tsk-ed at her brother’s tardiness, pushing passed him to follow Sidney.

You rubbed the nape of your neck, placing your other hand on Dewey’s shoulder, “Next time.. maybe be a little quicker.” You laughed, half-heartedly, trying to make light of the situation, seeing how confused Dewey seemed to be.

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“(Y/n) (L/n) and Sidney Prescott who were both…”

Before the news reporter finished his sentence, Dewey shut the tv off, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table, sitting down.

“Billy was released.”

Your ears perked at the sound, relief washing over.

Sidney’s eyes lit up, but she still clearly had her doubts.

“His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls..” Dewey stated, grabbing a carton of milk before pouring some of it into his coffee. “We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey finished, taking a long gulp of his un-sweetened drink before continuing. “(Y/n), Sidney..” He eyed both of you, “Any calls made to you two or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced, it’s going to take some time, but we’ll find him.”

Tatum nudged you and smiled at Sidney.

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Dewey pulled into the school lot with ease, parallel parking at the curb.

He got out and opened the door for you and Sidney.

You smiled at him, thanking him quietly, and he tilted his hat at you as Sidney got out next.

However, your smile quickly faded, seeing a reporter running towards your side; most likely to ambush both you and Sidney about what happened.

“(Y/n) how does it feel to know the murderer is lusting after you and nearly butchering your friends? Do you know who the killer is, are you a part of his twisted game?” A red head asked, shoving a mic at you, accusing you of being his partner-in-crime.

You scoffed, irritated, but somehow calm, honoured that she knows the killer wants you.

“What about you, Sidney? How does it feel to be almost brutally killed?”

Sidney bit her lip, already wanting to cry.

Dewey stepped in front, shoving the reporter away.

“Hey, leave them alone!” He shouted, towering over the petite woman.

She stumbled back, but wasn’t giving up.

“People want to know. They have a right to know!”

You, Tatum and Sidney bolted, getting away from all the interrogations this woman was sure to have up her sleeves.

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You were pressed against a locker; your mid back arched causing your torso to move forward; and your arms folded, pushing your breasts together, making them pop out.

“This is a mistake, I shouldn’t be here…” Sidney huffed, grabbing her books and slamming her locker door shut.

You sighed, plopping a sucker in your mouth; twirling the red treat around your tongue, pursing your lips tightly around it and without meaning to, your eyes landed on Stu who was already watching you.

You blushed and he smirked, liking how you looked with your mouth full.

“I want you to meet me right here after class, okay, Sid?” Tatum spoke and Sidney nodded.

“Hey, Stu, I haven’t seen Billy around… is he really pissed?”

Stu tore his gaze from you, looking at Sidney.

“Oh, you mean after you branded him the Candyman?”

You shoved Stu slightly, giving him a glare.

He winced, “No, his heart’s broken—“

Suddenly a scream was heard and the four of you looked into the direction it came from, spotting a student running down the hall dressed as Ghostface.

You blushed again, seeing the full cloaked figure and that ghostly-white mask again.

‘Fuck, that’s hot.’ You smirked slightly, turning your head to the side, trying to subtly check out the student who’s dressed up like the murderer, you let out a quiet “Mmph” squeezing your thighs together.

Unbeknownst to you, Stu heard your moan, and knew exactly what you were doing with your thighs. Luckily, the others did not, but he is so glad that he did. He can smell the hormones leaking off of you; they were practically oozing with want for the cloaked-killer.

He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“Why are they doing this?” Sidney spoke, watching the student run away.

Stu, glanced at you, “Are you kidding me? Look at this place, it’s like Christmas!” He laughed, a devious smirk prying at his lips as the comment was directed at you. You were his Christmas, knowing the woman he wants is full blown horny for him, for Ghostface.

Tatum huffed, hitting him with the lollipop you had given her prior, “Stupidity leak.”

“Hey!” Stu shrieked, immediately looking at his girlfriend, while the school bell blared, signalling the start of class and students were quick to get going.

Sidney ran down the hall, upset at Stu’s comment and Tatum ran after her. You sighed, looking down, picking up your bag in the process. You went to go wave ‘bye’ to Stu, but he vanished.

“Huh?” You mumbled out loud, seeing how he was gone and so was every other student that was there nearly two minutes ago. “That’s my cue…”

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Tapping your fingers against your hip, you hummed to the tune of ‘Your Dead’ by Norma Tanega.

You stopped in front of the janitors closest to reach for your Walkman that was in your bag, wanting to blare the song in your ears, hoping that actually listening to the catchy tune would make it stop repeating itself inside your head.

Though, the universe had other plans…

You felt the door swing open, hitting you, knocking you out of the way, making you drop your only source of music.

Soon after, a hand covered your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the closet.

A scream hitched in your throat as the unknown figure flicked the light on, revealing who the culprit was…Stu.

“Stu, what the actual fuck was that for!?” You narrowed your eyes, clenching your fist, ready to punch him out of fear.

He laughed, but soon afterwards told you to be quiet, locking the door behind him as he stepped forward.

“Shh, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” He whisper-yelled, getting closer to you, placing both hands on either side of your arms.

He was a good two-to-three feet taller than you.

“I saw you, you know…” He bit his lip again, rolling the flesh with his teeth, gripping your arms tighter.

You looked up at him, confused, not sure what he meant, however, a part of you knew where this might be going.

“The way your face went red, how you rubbed your thighs together..” He taunted, poking your nose, “Let’s not forget that sweet-little moan you let out when you saw that student…” He leaned into the crease of your collarbone, nipping at the skin, the coolness of his lips penetrating your warmth.

Your face was hot with yearn, but also embarrassment. “The student who was dressed as the Woodsboro slasher…” He grinned, feeling you shiver at his touch.

“W-what—“ You began, trying to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about; ashamed that you were caught. You were quickly silenced by Stu pressing his lips against yours, his bulge pushing up against your side.

His fingers danced across your arms to the string of your grey tank top, ripping it from your body with force as the sound of the thin material shredding lingered in your ears. Fortunately for Stu, you didn’t have a bra on…

Your breasts jiggled from the impact, bouncing in place which caused a small guttural growl to emit from Stu’s throat.

Stu immediately grabbed your boob in his right hand, rubbing his thumb across the perky bud, while his other hand gripped at your bare side, his fingers digging into your ribs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the finger prints you already had bruised into your skin. They almost lined up with his own marks, but his were slightly bigger. Stu only quirked a brow, continuing to fondle your breast, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking.

Stu trembled at the thought of someone else having you, but he was sure to find out who and kill him.

“M-mm..” You let out a breathy moan, making Stu lose track of his thoughts,“But T-Tatum—“ you stuttered, holding back another sound as he slid his hand into your shorts, rubbing your clit through the silk of your panties.

He hooked his finger under the band, pulling you even closer, his forehead pressing up against your own.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Could you perhaps write about Dark!Aemond controlling his twin from a young age and when he sees a Tyrell lord attempting to court her he snaps and takes her as his. Saying they belong together because they’re twins and no one but he can have her. Maybe the twin brings up Alys (this happens after the dance and the greens have won au) and Aemond vows to be rid of her if that’s what his twin desires since he was using Alys to watch his sister in the flames whilst he was at Harrenhal winning the war.

Your writing is so good I love it!

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Dark!Aemond x Twin!sister reader

summary: Aemond controlling his twin from a young age and when he sees a Tyrell lord attempting to court her he snaps and takes her as his.

Word count: 3,0K

Warnings: Angst, manipulation, groping, smut, spoilers for Fire and Blood.

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Ever since you were born Aemond has been there naturally as twins. Your parents never attempted to separate you two as children, however as babes your mother placed you in two different cradles which may have been one of the biggest mistakes of her life as Aemond cried and wailed for days until they returned you beside him. The maester said it could be because he was so used to you having been together for nine moons together.

As you two grew up his obsession only grew with you. He would sneak into your lessons with your septa just to merely stare at you. He would demand you two be fed from the same plate and to have High Valyrian lessons together. He would defend you against Aegon who loved pulling on your hair and throwing mud on your beautiful gowns.

By the age of nine namedays Aemond was known as the attached twin, you never seemed to have much problem having some alone time or away from Aemond but he would throw a tantrum if he did not see you beside him from the moment he woke up until the moment sleep took him under. Aemond decided to learn the art of sword fighting with your protection as his motivation. When he heard of the betrothal between Aegon and Helaena hope grew inside of his chest that one day you two will be betrothed to one another as well.

When he lost his eye you were in your bed already asleep away from the chaos but you were woken up by a maid shivering with fear. Aemond demanded you be brought to him, he refused the help of a maester or to even be simply comfort by his mother. The second the maid brought you in sleepy and rubbing your eyes confused he attached himself to you.

Like any sibling you were horrified with the sight of blood. You took one look at his face and a blood chilling scream left your lips. You hugged him tightly terrified for him. Your screams that day would echo in the heads of your entire family. Aemond was your twin and he got hurt. You stayed by his side for moons cleaning the wound and hand feeding his medicine. You were the one to demand he stops training fearing him getting hurt but he insisted just to make you proud.

But now you two were no longer children, you were survivors of the war. Aegon was king after defeating and killing your elder sister along with all of her children. That war left you scared having to watch as Sunfyre devoured your sister. Your older brother was maimed as well, half burned leaving the work on Aemond's shoulders until he was healthy again. Your mother mourned your sister Helaena who had threw herself out of the window after they had killed her son Jaehaerys, ripping his head off his body.

You wore black of mourning for moons and only recently began wearing the red of house Targaryen growing to hate the colour green, a hate your mother seemed to agree on as well. You also were your sister's favourite light blue in her honour.

It was that time of year again when spring came and flowers bloomed. The time your mother invited lords from the north to the south, from the east to the west to court in hopes of you finding a husband. Your eye was caught on the one and only Leonard Tyrell, a lord with light brown hair and blue eyes, he was not muscular but not skinny either, he was just right with a couple of inches on you enough to tower over you.

"For my lady" He held out a rose. You giggled knowing that he gave it to you for it was the symbol of his house.

"Thank you my lord" The sparkle in your eyes made the insides of Aemond churn with anger, it was supposed to be only for him. You were supposed to be only for him to love, to protect and to fuck. Your mother refused time and time again to betroth you two saying you were meant for a political marriage, you two were to marry of other houses and bring peace after the war.

"No need to thank me princess, this flower will soon wilt and die but your beauty will remain to give it some life" Leo, as he liked to be called, flirted. His hand raised to curl around a piece of your white-blonde hair. His touch on your cheek was almost as light as feather.

"Beauty fades as well, my lord" Your smart mouth could have made you loose this betrothal, this affection he felt for you and you for him.

"Nonsense yours will stay even a hundred years from now" He leaned closer. Your eyes widened in shock but you remained frozen in place awaiting what you have dreamed of since you were a little girl. His breathe tickled your lips making your heart skip a beat with anticipation.

"Lord Tyrell!" You both jumped away from each other. Your eyes almost watered at the sight of the anger on Aemond's face. He has never looked so angry in his life before, he may have never hurt you before in your life but you feared then that the time may have come.

"My prince" Leo bowed to your brother. He looked disgusted at the sight of jealousy on Aemond's face, of course he viewed like everyone else this kind of love as queer, everyone hated the incest that ran in your family.

"The King require your presence" Aemond did not know where he found the strength to not tear the highborn arrogant lord into pieces.

"Ahh I shall go see him then. Excuse me princess" Just to spite your brother Leo took your hand and placed a kiss on it. Aemond clenched his fists behind his back to not show how much this disturbed him. His face morphed into an evil look as he watched Leo walk away.

"Aemond-" Your voice caught in your throat when his glare moved to you.

"What do you think you were doing? Do you want to be seen? Do you want people to call you a whore? Kissing lords in the open? kissing lords who are not your husband?" He threw one question after the other taking a step closer to you with each question. Fear pumped in your blood stepping back and away from him unknowingly he lured you behind a huge bush away from sight of the main road of the gardens.

"We are to be betrothed-" Your tried defended yourself. Aemond chuckled darkly as if he heard the funniest joke in centuries.

"Did you really think I would let that happen? You are mine!" He moved before you could run away grabbing you by your neck. You hands clawed at his wrist trying to push him away but he was too far gone.

"Aemond, let me go" You begged. His eyes softened at the sight of tears build up in your eyes. His hold grew weaker but still held you firmly against his body.

"You are mine! Do you understand? You were always meant to be mine" His voice grew quieter with each word he spoke. Your heart broke when the realisation dawned on you, Aemond will never leave you alone and you loved it, Tyrell would have never fought for you like Aemond would.

"We were born together and we are meant to die together whether now and here or in a decade or two" Aemond whispered leaning down to speak against your ear. His lips wrapped around you earlobe sucking on it before moving to place open mouth kisses to the column of your throat hand now sliding down to the curve of your waist.

"Aemond" You breathed feeling yourself loosing control of your body with each kiss, with each caress , you have never felt anything like this before, Aemond has never touched you like that before.

"Dōna idaña" Sweet twin. He whispered licking up your chin pausing only a breath away from your lips.

"Kiss me" You begged. His free arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in closer to his body. He obeyed like the slave he was, he was your slave who controlled you, your slave who filled your head with himself.

His lips were soft and sweet tasting of honey tarts, your favourites. He hands ran up and down your back, your sides and into your hair. He felt adventures letting one of his hands slide down to grope at your bottom making you moan into his mouth. He slipped his tongue into your mouth feeling every inch he could reach.

"My baby sister, I am the only one who could love you as much as you deserve" He pulled back. You felt hazy and like you were under a spell Aemond smirked using this opportunity to bunch up your dress feeling up your thigh. He hooked his hand under your knee pulling it up to rest around his waist.

"Big brother will show you how much he loves" He leaned down to whisper in your ear. His fingers danced up your thigh in rhythm with his lips sucking his marks all over your neck and down to your bosom.

"rōva lēkia" Big brother. You whimpered feeling him so close to where you needed him. Aemond felt himself growing hard at the sound of your moans. He was only a couple of minutes your elder but has always held that over your head and would grow angry when you would call Aegon 'Older brother or big brother' those were his nicknames, his titles.

"rōva lēkia will take care of you sweet girl" He promised sucking practically hard at a spot that could not be hidden by any dress, just between your chin and neck. You moaned a little too loud but neither of you cared.

He let his finger run over your small cloth feeling it wet under his finger. He smirked pulling away a little from you much to your confusion. He kneeled down holding your leg up to rest on his shoulder instead. Your big brother did not mind kneeling down in front of you, his queen.

"Aemond-" Your words caught in your throat at the sound of ripping, he ripped the layers keeping him from your most private parts. He did not hesitate wrapping his lips around your swollen numb.

"Aemond" This time it was a moan coming out of your lips. He blew lightly on your hole making you shiver. He raised one of his hands up your leg and slowly over to your pussy.

"Please" You begged feeling him kitten lick your numb. Aemond was feeling generous despite you irking his jealousy. He ran his finger back and forth over your hole before pushing it in slowly, he did not want to hurt you.

"Ahh, so good" You moaned grinding down at his hand. Aemond's head snapped up to look at you in shock.

"Have you done this before?" He questioned. You moaned feeling him move his finger inside of you still.

"Yes!" You cried feeling your knees weaken beneath you. Aemond stood with his free arm around your waist to steady you because your leg was still over his shoulder leaving your lower part completely exposed with his finger inside of you joined by a second one picking up pace.

"With who?" He accused angrily. Now he no longer cared for your pain, he wanted revenge.

"Alone, myself" You replied grinding down on his finger. Aemond smirked leaning his forehead on yours. He pulled his hand away from your hole to undo his trousers, he could no longer waist.

"Thinking of who?" He asked. Your face turned a dark shade of red. Aemond shoved himself inside of you in one go claiming yours lips to silence your cries of pain.

"Shhh, keep it down" He hissed. Teeth grinding as he tried hard not to move. Eyes glittering with joy at the sight of his cock coming out bloodied with your maidenhead before shoving it back in and staying in place.

"Who were thinking of while pleasuring yourself, sister?" Aemond asked. You looked down refusing to look at him and instead watched where you two were connected. Aemond grew frustrated and moved to raise your other leg around his waist and lowered your leg over his shoulder to also wrap around his waist letting your dress come down to cover the sinful act you two were doing.

"Who is it?!" He demanded loudly. You cried when he pulled out only to slam back in harshly.

"You! Aemond" You admitted. Aemond lowered himself down on his knees letting you lay on your back. Hands on your bottom holding your lower half higher on the same level as his.

"Is that so, baby sister?" He teased rolling his hips gently. You nodded your head bitting your lower lip feeling too scared and ashamed to ask him to go faster.

"Only big brother makes me peak" You admitted shyly. Aemond chuckled darkly picking up the pace of his hips.

"That's right, only big brother can make you peak" He hoped someone would catch you like this so he could marry you on the spot. He felt a sweat break down his back at the feeling of your tight velvety walls squeezing him so tightly.

"So so good for big brother" He was unable but to moan. He had dreamed of this moment for so many years. Your moans grew louder the more his hips picked up the pace until he was slamming into you. You'd grow to regret this when the grass burn would hit you once the adrenaline was gone. Your hips ached from the position but you were so close you did not care.

"More" You begged throwing your head back feeling you had died and gone to heaven. Aemond growled from deep within his chest hips relentlessly slamming into yours. He needed to seed you, he needed to make you swell with a pure dragon child, he needed to show everyone who you belonged to.

"Cum for me, baby sister" he ordered. He leaned down to hold your chin in between his fingers making sure you looked him in the eyes. The eye contact was your demise making you squirt around his pulsating cock. You cried so loud you were sure your mother heard from her precious sept.

"That's it" Aemond moaned eyes not leaving yours for a second as his seed flooded inside of you. his hips still not daring to move a single inch in or out.

"Get me pregnant" You begged ankled locking behind him making him rock in and out of you although he was softening you moaned at the feeling of him being inside.

"Are you getting off on my cum?" Aemond teased rocking his hips still He bit his lip to hide how effected he was, cock crying from the friction still not over cumming so much, he has not composed himself just yet but for you he would endure the hottest fires of hell.

"Yess, I love your cum, seed me" You moaned clawing at his leather tunic. Aemond whimpered leaning his head down into your neck. His cock was starting to pain him but he kept moving, for you, his queen.

"I'm cumming" You cried tightening your hold him. He whimpered just beside your ear throwing you off the edge, Aemond made a mental not that you loved hearing him, loved hearing how much you effected him.

"Cum, my love" He bit your ear whimpers still leaving his lips. Your walls clamped down on him as you came.

"Sweet sister" He praised pulling out unable to hold on anymore. His softening cock pulsated still found the strength to spurt out some white cum on your hole from the outside, just barely.

"How was that, my love?" Aemond asked teasingly turning to look at your fucked out face. Your eyes hardened as you looked up at him much to his confusion.

"I hope your Alys does not mine me loaning her cock" You pushed him back making him land on his back beside you.

"What?" Aemond was more than shocked by your words. You knew of Alys? How? Aegon!

"Your darling Alys, wasn't that her name? The witch!" You moved away from him to collect the shreds of what used to be your small cloth and linen.

"She is nothing, not compared to you" He composed himself enough to tuck himself back inside his trousers.

"Is that so? Whose cunt did you like more? Mine, the virgin, or her the whore?" You turned to glare at him. Aemond may have loved you first and followed you like a lost puppy but you loved him more, harder.

"Yours of course, she is nothing, I only used her" He pushed himself on his feet feeling still numb from the two orgasms that your cunt pulled out of him. Oh hoe delicious they were.

"Used her?" You tilted your head to the side sarcastically accuse him without saying the words, he was a liar to you.

"Yes! She showed me you" He moved to grab your shoulders before you could move away from him with a scowl on your face.

"Showed me to you?" You asked frowning your eyebrows.

"Yes! in the flames, I saw you everyday as you bathed, ate, slept and prayed for me" He whispered smiling down at you. He looked like a fool in love.

"You watched me while your cock was deep in her hole" You accused raising your hand to slap him. He recovered quickly holding your chin in his hand.

"As payment to see you but I came only to the thought of you, I grew hard only for you and if you ask me I will kill her" He leaned his forehead on yours. You raised your own hand to wrap around his hair pulling his head back to look you straight in your glaring eyes.

"Kill her" You demanded with no hesitation or mercy. Aemond felt his cock stir in his trousers as your jealousy shinned through. His dreams were coming true, you were giving into him. You were just as twisted and corrupted as he was.

[patheticdarling]

The Man I Once Knew

     Summary: Reader is the twin to Jacaerys and second-born child, to the newly crowned Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. Her mother worries for her younger brother as he is sent off to Storm’s End, so she has her daughter tail her brother. And Y/N comes just in the nick of time as she comes face-to-face with her formerly betrothed and first love, Prince Aemond Targaryen. 

     Warnings: ANGST (my fav)/incest (always with the Targaryens)/cussing/fighting/blood/threats/dragons/Luke doesn’t die but Y/N.../i have no right to characters or dialogue/sorry if the High Valyrian isn’t right (i used a translator lol)

Word Count: 3650 (pretty lengthy)

*NOT MY GIF*

   “Y/N?” your mother approached you in your chambers, a worried look on her face. 

   You stood from the table, breaking away from your previous conversation with your stepsisters, “Mother? What is it?”

  Baela and Rhaena took your mother’s look as more than enough instruction for them to leave. She approached you, taking your hands, “I’ve just sent your brothers away and I..” her voice shook. 

  “Mother, I’m sure Jace and Luke are more than competent. They’re some of the finest dragon riders in the Seven Kingdoms.”

  “I can’t get Luke’s face out of my head,” you led her to sit down, she had had an exhausting past couple of days, “My sweet boy. Scared to death.”

  “Luke is,” you pondered, “Strong.” her jaw tensed, “I know, Mother.”

Whenever people had called you or your brothers “strong” it was never meant as a compliment, it was the most legal way for them to say that you were bastards and your mother was a whore, according to your late Uncle Vaemond. 

  “I shouldn’t have let him go. He’s only four-and-ten.” 

  “Same age you were when Grandsire named you as his heir.”

  “And I don’t want Luke or Jace or Joffrey or you to ever have to experience the pressure and hate that I’ve had to endure these past years. I can’t do it. Luke cannot do this alone.” 

  “Mother, what’re you saying? I thought you said Lord Borros would be honoured to host Luke.” 

  “I may have spoken too soon. Luke is still a boy. Lord Borros may see us sending him as an insult.” 

  “Tell me what it is you want me to do and I will see it done.” 

  She squeezed your hands, “Go after your brother. Fly to Storm’s End and help him.” 

  You nodded, “Yes, Your Grace.” 

  Your mother smiled at you before pulling you into her warm embrace, “My brave girl. Fly safe and quick.” 

  You gave her one last reassuring smile before going off. You mounted Seasmoke, a gift from your paternal grandparents after your father had died. 

  “Alright, valītsos. Let’s jikagon. Sōvegon,” you cooed at the dragon before flying off. Alright, boy. Let’s go. Fly.

   Seasmoke was one of the fastest dragons in the realm, you arrived at Storm’s End in haste. A storm had just begun as you landed in the courtyard. 

  You dismounted from your dragon, giving him a thankful pet before you approached the guards, “I am Princess Y/N Velaryon. I bring a message to Lord Borros from my mother, the Queen.” 

  They bowed in unison before moving to usher you inside. Before you made it up the castle steps, you heard a deep growl from the distance. You turned as the lightning illuminated the silhouette of the most fearsome dragon in the world. But it wasn’t Vhagar who sent chills down your spine, it was the thought of reuniting with the one who wrongfully stole her years ago. 

  You walked into a tense hall, Lord Borros looking visibly annoyed as he spoke to your brother. Luke looking petrified but trying his best not to show it. And Aemond Targaryen, standing there as smug as ever. 

  “Princess Y/N Velaryon,” the guard introduced you, abruptly interrupting the conversation.

  Your younger brother looked over at you, a raised brow, “What’re you doing here?” he muttered. 

  “Mother sent me,” you answered quickly before going to address the head of house, “Lord Borros,” you curtsied. 

  “Princess,” he greeted, his annoyed demeanor seemed to ease. Your beauty was a renowned thing in the realm and nearly every man had asked for your hand the older you had gotten, still you remained unbetrothed, your mother hadn’t dared make the same mistake again. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

   “My brother and I were sent as envoys from our mother, Queen Rhaenyra.”

  The lord sighed, creepily taking you in, “Ah yes. I’ve just read your mother’s terms. And as I was telling your brother, King Aegon has also made me an offer. His also entails a marriage pact.”

  You followed Lord Borros’ eyes as they fell onto  Aemond and a younger brunette who stood next to him, the girl you assumed to be his betrothed. Aemond continued to smirk smugly. 

  “You were offered the Prince Aemond’s hand, my lord?”

  “Yes, I was. Your mother seems to have offered me nothing in exchange for my armies. As your brother was just saying, he’s already betrothed.” 

  “That he is. To the Lady Rhaena Targaryen. As is my eldest brother, Prince Jaecarys, heir to the Iron Throne,” Lord Borros huffed in his seat, “However, I would advise my lord to not take the word of the brother of a usurper as an honest one.” 

  You glared over at Aemond, “And what is it that you mean, my Princess?” Lord Borros narrowed his brow, “King Aegon was crowned before the masses by the High Septon himself-”

  “He did so knowing that King Viserys had named Queen Rhaenyra as his heir. Your father swore House Baratheon to my mother’s claim. The word of honourable men is what the realm depends upon. And believe me when I say this, Lord Borros, the usurper King Aegon is no honourable man. And neither is his brother.”

  “Skoros ao ȳdragon iksis treason, Dārilaros,” Aemond finally hissed. What you speak is treason, Princess.

  Your eyes met his, “Issa se truth, Dārilaros.” It is the truth, Prince.

  “Y/N, please-” Luke tried to intervene. 

  “Lord Borros, I was once betrothed to the Prince Aemond,” your eyes had now met the Prince’s once again, “Many years ago. I thought we might be happy as husband and wife. But that was before his family betrayed mine. Before he proclaimed my brothers and I illegitimate, committing treason and suffering no punishment for it due to the soft heart of my grandfather. Before he stole my dead aunt’s dragon that was her mourning daughter’s right to claim. Before his mother cut mine and paid no price. Before him and his family conspired to murder my grandsire and steal my mother’s throne.”

  “Enough,” Aemond spoke up. 

  You shook your head at him as tears of frustration welled in your eyes, “Tell me, Lord Borros. Is that the type of man you want bedding your daughter? Siring your grandchildren? My mother saw what sort of man the prince truly was. And so did I.”

  “I said enough!” Aemond tried to rush at you, Luke trying to step in front of you before you pushed him behind you. 

  He stopped just before you, “Is that all you’ve got to say, my Prince?”

  Aemond’s breathing was ragged as his eye stayed fixated on you, “Look at you,” his eye ran over your figure, “a woman grown.” 

  Your eyes never left his as the guards pulled him back across the room, Aemond shoving them off as he walked the rest of the way himself.

“My mother will expect your answer on the morrow, Lord Borros. And not a moment later. Lest you want to be served with fire and blood.” 

  You turned to your younger brother, he nodded at you, “Let’s go home.” 

  Both you readied to leave, “Wait.” Aemond’s voice rang in the hall, “Lord and Lady Strong.” Your bodies both tensed at his words, “Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?”

  “We will not fight you,” your brother spoke up, “I came as a messenger, not a warrior,” Luke quoted your mother, still you both gripped the swords attached to your hip.

  “A fight would be little challenge,” Aemond muttered to himself, “No,” his hand moved to his eye patch as he peeled it off, “I want you to put out your eye.” 

   He had revealed the sparkling sapphire that sat where his eye once was. Most in the hall were shocked, they had never seen something so bizarre and frightful. You would’ve felt the same way had you not been the one who gifted Aemond the sapphire anonymously on his name day years ago. It was meant to be a necklace for your betrothed before the incident on Driftmark. Only you, your mother, and Queen Alicent knew. Both swore never to tell after the events that occurred to put it there in the first place.  

   “As payment for mine,” Aemond continued as he stared down your brother, “One will serve,” he pulled the dagger from his side and threw it across the room to your brother’s feet, “I would not blind you. Mm, plan to make a gift of it to my mother.”

  Your jaw tensed as Lucerys eyed the dagger before meeting Aemond’s intimidating stare, “No.” his voice firmer than it had ever been before. 

  “Then you are craven as well as a traitor,” Aemond spoke. 

  “Ao sagon se nāpāstre, Uncle,” you hissed back. You’re the traitor, Uncle.

  “Not here,” Lord Borros attempted to intervene. 

  Aemond took off towards your brother, “Give me your eye or I will take it, bastard!” he had snatched the dagger from the floor and charged at Luke. 

  You pushed him out of the way again, caging him in with the guards as you both drew your swords. 

  “Not in my hall!” Lord Borros’ own voice had now erupted and echoed off the walls. 

  You stared up at Aemond, daring him to make another move or say another word with your venomous gaze. His chest rose and fell as you continued to vex one another with just your eyes. 

  “The boy came as an envoy. I will not have bloodshed beneath my roof,” Lord Borros spoke, “Take Prince Lucerys back to his dragon. Now.” 

  You and Aemond’s gaze never broke as Luke sheathed his sword and followed the guards out. 

  “Princess,” Lord Borros again tried to intervene, “I think you should be going as well. I will not have a Princess of the Seven Kingdoms’ blood on my hands.” 

  “It’s the Prince’s blood you should concern yourself with, my lord,” you spoke before finally sheathing your weapon. Aemond following suit with his dagger, “Your answer on the morrow, Lord Borros.”

  The rest of the Baratheon guard escorted you into the courtyard, the storm was now in full effect as you watched Lucerys mount Arrax. 

  You mirrored his actions as you climbed Seasmoke, you looked back over the castle walls as lightning struck once more. Vhagar was gone. Now you and Luke were truly in danger. 

  “Īlon jorrāelagon naejot jikagon sir, lēkia,” you instructed your brother over the storm. We need to go now, brother.

  His eyes fell to where Vhagar once was, worry growing in them shortly after noticing the dragon’s disappearance. Luke nodded towards you before you both instructed your dragons to take off. Seasmoke was larger than Arrax and still struggled against the harsh winds and rains just as much. You knew Aemond, more than most, he couldn’t have been far behind. Revenge was now fresh on his mind once again. He wouldn’t stop until he had your brother’s eye or more, for all you knew.

  “Sagon gīda, Seasmoke,” you tried to ease your dragon, hoping to not radiate your stresses unto him. Be calm, Seasmoke.

  There was a loud roar from behind you, you looked back to ensure Luke was unharmed but his eyes were already fixated on the dark shadow that had been cast above the both of you. It disappeared for a moment, both of you trying to find it again in the thick clouds and heavy rain. You turned forward again just in time to evade the enormous jaws of Vhagar, veering Seasmoke off to the right. Luke being able to do the same with Arrax. 

  “Stay calm, Luke!” you shouted to him. 

  “What do we do?!” he shouted back. 

  “We’re faster than him. He knows it,” you yelled, “Ȳdra daor sagon zūgagon, Luke. Iksan lēda ao, valonqar.” Don’t be afraid, Luke. I’m with you, little brother.

  Luke’s demeanor calmed a bit at your words. Yet you could still hear Aemond’s dreadful laugh and Vhagar’s deep growls as you continued to fly. They were both now on Luke’s tail, Aemond shouting in High Valyrian but his words washed out by the storm. 

  “Y/N!” Luke called out to you. 

  “Hold steady, Luke. Follow me!” you lead the two of your smaller dragons into a narrow canyon, knowing Vhagar was much too large. There was a brief calm where you looked at your little brother. 

  “What do we do? He’ll never leave us alone.” 

  You took a deep breath, “Listen to me and do not argue. You are going to continue through this canyon and you are not to stop going on until you return to Dragonstone, am I clear?”

  “But what about you?” You just looked at him, the truth written in your eyes, “No! He’ll kill you, Y/N. I can’t let you-”

  “Yes, you can,” you spoke softer, “Avy jorrāelan, valonqar. Sagon kostōba.” I love you, little brother. Be strong.

  “Kostilus, mandia.” Please, sister. His eyes tearing up. You just shook your head before taking off towards the top of the canyon, “Y/N!” Luke’s pleading voice faded out as Seasmoke pulled you both out of the canyon. 

  “Aemond!” you shouted, now behind him. He turned on Vhagar, eyeing you, “Henujagon zirȳla mērī.” Leave him alone. 

   “Se skoro syt should gaoman bona, ñuha Dārilaros?�� Aemond yelled back. And why should I do that, my Princess?

   “Ziry won't vīlībagon ao. Yn kesan, ñuha Dārilaros.” He won’t fight you. But I will, my Prince. 

  “Seasmoke stands no chance against Vhagar.” When he broke from speaking to you in High Valyrian, you knew you had struck a nerve back in Storm’s End. As children and as lovers, you and Aemond loved to speak to one another in High Valyrian. The language made your connection that much more intimate. 

  “I’d be stupid not to realize that fact, Uncle. So why don’t we put the dragons aside? Let the steel sing instead.”

  “If you’d rather die slower. Then so be it.”

  You both landed your dragons on a nearby beach. Both of the beasts growled at one another before you and Aemond commanded them to be still. Seasmoke took the sky while Vhagar rested, she was an older dragon after all. 

  You drew your sword, “Iksan vaoreznuni ēdas naejot māzigon naejot bisa, Uncle.” I’m sorry it had to come to this, Uncle.

  “Apologetic, issi īlon? lī doe laesi won't mirre va nyke.” Aemond sneered. Apologetic, are we? Those doe eyes won’t work on me.  

  You batted your lashes, “Daor dombo, nyke suppose. Iksā betrothed tolī mirre.” Not anymore, I suppose. You are betrothed after all.

  Aemond yanked out his sword, gripping it tightly, “Ao sagon sepār angry ziry iksos daor naejot ao dombo.” You’re just angry it’s not to you anymore. 

 “Relieved iksis tolī hae ziry.  Yn nyke apologize lo bona saddens ao, ñuha Dārilaros,” you smirked. Relieved is more like it. But I apologize if that saddens you, my Prince. 

  That seemed to be the final straw for Aemond as he charged towards you. Your swords met with a fierce clang as your fight began. The two of you had grown up training against one another, so this was to be an inevitably long fight. Both of you were well aware of how the other fought and hence, knew how to defend yourselves against one another. But Aemond had grown stronger over these years, I suppose seeking vengeance and also attempting to train the world’s most powerful dragon will do that to someone. But you never wanted to hurt Aemond, not seriously anyhow. He was a pretentious prick and a gods awful person but he was still your first love. 

  And having that thought in your mind is exactly what Aemond needed to get the upper hand on you as he tackled you into the sand, pinning you down. 

  “Se nyke thought īlē supposed naejot sagon iā kostōba riña,” Aemond growled as he held his dagger to your neck. And I thought you were supposed to be a strong girl. 

  You struggled against him but Aemond kept you down, “Se nyke thought īlē supposed naejot sagon iā honourable vala,” you spat. And I thought you were supposed to be an honourable man.

  “You think you know me so well, don’t you?” Again, Aemond’s switch to the common tongue reminded you of his true hatred once again. 

  “I did. But now you’re simply a shell of the man I once knew. The man I once loved.”

  Aemond’s jaw tensed at your words, “You never loved me.”

  “If you really think that to be true then you are not only the least honourable man I’ve ever met but the stupidest one as well.” 

  He pushed his blade further against your neck at the insult, “Pār skoro syt gōntan ao henujagon nyke skori nyke jorrāelatan ao olvie?” Then why did you leave me when I needed you most? You could tell his demeanor was slipping as the High Valyrian returned.

  “Henujagon ao?” Leave you? you scoffed, “Ao forced nyke qrīdrughagon. Se dōrī sesīr ēdas se decency naejot ivestragon geros ilas.” You forced me away. And never even had the decency to say goodbye.

  “Ao defended aōha valonqar's paktot naejot gūrogon ñuha laes se pār ao expected iā geros ilas vūjigon?” You defended your little brother's right to take my eye and then you expected a goodbye kiss?

  “Nyke gōntan daor such run!” I did no such thing! “I stayed by your bedside nearly every night I could,” now your emotions had bubbled over, “Much to my entire family’s dismay. Because I loved you and I wanted to make sure you were cared for! I tried so hard to be there for you. And you know what you did, Aemond? You locked yourself away. Showing me no gratitude for the love I continued to bore for you even after you declared my brother’s and I illegitimate. So go on, continue to wallow in your self-pity as you’ve done for these past years. But spare me from watching it.” You pressed your own neck further onto the blade, the stinging of its sharpness drawing a bit of blood. You squeezed your eyes shut. 

  Aemond’s breathing became uneasy at your words, the once steady hand that was so keen on cutting your throat now shook and applied less and less pressure. Before he pulled it away completely. 

  Your eyes blinked open, “Zūgagon, issi īlon?” Scared, are we?

  Aemond said nothing as he looked down at you, your figure still pinned under his. You could almost see the thoughts jogging through his brain.

  He brought his hand up, you prepared for him to strike you finally, “Emā daor drīve naejot sagon zūgagon yno yet.” You have no reason to be afraid of me yet.

  You looked back as he peeled his eye patch off once again, now revealing that gleaming sapphire to only you this time. 

  “Gaomagon ao iēdrosa claim naejot jorrāelagon nyke? Gaomagon ao jorrāelagon nyke hae se dyni iksan sir?” his gaze never broke from yours. Do you still claim to love me? Do you love me as the monster I am now?

  You slowly brought your hand to the side of his face, he flinched at your touch before melting into it, “Bisa dōrī vēttan ao se dyni.” This never made you the monster. You spoke softly as you ran your thumb along the scar. “Aōha prūmia gōntan.” Your heart did. “Se nyke iēdrosa jorrāelagon ao anyway.” And I still love you anyway.

  Aemond’s eye scanned over your face once again, “Jiōragon bē.” Get up.

  You didn’t even fully register his instructions before he lifted you to your feet, “Skoros sir? Issi ao jāre naejot feed nyke naejot Vhagar?” What now? Are you going to feed me to Vhagar?

  Aemond didn’t respond as he continued to drag you by the arm. Towards where Vhagar lay and you thought to yourself that maybe you had just given him the perfect idea. The great beast growled as you approached her. Readying yourself to meet your fate, you were thrown off as Aemond dragged you over to the ladder that led to Vhagar’s saddle. 

  “Hepnon,” Climb. he instructed, nodding upwards. You shook your head before Aemond grasped his dagger once again. At this point, you knew you were in no position to argue as you embarked on your hike up the side of Vhagar. Aemond followed. As you both seated yourselves into the saddle, Aemond grabbed your wrist and began tying them together with rope. 

  “Kȳvanon va throwing nyke ezīmagon se embar se letting nyke qrimbughegon?” Plan on throwing me into the sea and letting me drown?

  Aemond fastened the last knot on your bindings, “Daor, ñuha Dārilaros. Īlon're jāre naejot Dārys Tegorīr.” No, my Princess. We're going to King's Landing.

  “Dārys Tegorīr? Skoro syt daor sepār ossēnagon nyke sir?” King’s Landing? Why not just kill me now?

  “Ñuha lēkia kessa jorrāelagon iā hostage. Se kesan jorrāelagon iā ābrazȳrys.” My brother will need a hostage. And I will need a wife.

  “Skoros hen Āeksio Borros' tala?” What of Lord Borros’ daughter?

  “Qogralbar bona Barāthēon orvorta. Issa daor ao.” Fuck that Baratheon cunt. She is not you.

  “Aōha lentor nor ñuhon kessa mirre mazōregon īlva.” Your family nor mine will ever accept us. 

  “Nyke ȳdra daor tepagon iā qrugh qilōni rules. Hae bōsa hae īlon dīnagon.” I don’t give a shit who rules. As long as we marry. 

  “Obūljagon naejot ñuha muña. Lo gaomā, kesan dīnagon ao. Lo daor, ossēnagon nyke sir. Kesan dōrī nāpāsagon ñuha lentor.” Bend the knee to mother. If you do, I will marry you. If not, kill me now. I will never betray my family. 

  Aemond couldn’t bite back his smirk. His princess had only grown more fearsome over the years, “Naejot Zaldrīzesdōron pār, ñuha Dārilaros.” To Dragonstone then, my Princess.

[see-the-fandom-imagines]

What’s in it for me?

Chapter 3/?

Chapter 1 Masterlist

Pairing: Kyouya Ootori x Reader Author: see-the-fandom-imagines  Warnings: None at all.  Word Count: 3224 A/N: Next chapter! As explained before I didn’t 100% follow the anime, I also got inspiration from the live action and/or just made up a few things. Hope you still like it~ Let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming parts!

The next day you entered the club and the first thing you noticed was that Renge was already there. You groaned and rolled your eyes, you really didn’t feel like putting up with her. Immediately, you started to feel a little bad. She hadn’t done anything to you and yet here you were thinking so negatively about her. Maybe you should give her another chance. “Hey”, you greeted Haruhi and she greeted back. “What did I miss?” “Not much”, she said, “I also just got in, but I feel like they’re up to something.” She pointed at the other hosts standing in a bulk, whispering, and now you saw it, too. Oh-oh. And indeed, it didn’t take long until Tamaki got swept away again, raising his voice loud enough that you could hear him from your position. “So, if Haruhi has a girlfriend around, it could bring out the female within her. Renge's girlish air of tenderness might be able to stimulate Haruhi's own sense of femininity!”, you heard him yell. Haruhi exhaled exasperatedly next to you. “Now is our chance to help Haruhi get in touch with her feminine side! This is an important project, men. She doesn't have any friends in class right now except for these two shady twins. That's no good for her." “Hey, what about me?” You had stepped closer to them and put your hands on your hips. The slight feeling of jealousy was back and your decision to give Renge another chance began to falter. But the hosts barely reacted to your protest. “Well, you’re not really girly either”, Hikaru claimed, shrugging, turning back to the rest of the hosts. “Hey!” Now you were really upset. “You can’t just replace me like that!” Immediately, everybody stared at you, surprised about your emotional outburst, so you quickly talked on, trying to make the whole situation less awkward. “Haruhi has a girlfriend and it doesn’t matter if we play sports or bake cookies, it…” “Yes!”, Renge suddenly exclaimed. “I would like to make some sweets for Kyoya-sama.” Oh no, you had given her ideas. Without missing a beat Kyouya, who had kept in the background until this moment, stepped forward, happy about being able to stop the other hosts scheming and clapped his hands together, giving her a sweet smile. “What an honour that is for me!” He then turned around almost seamlessly, his smile vanished as he was looking at Haruhi and you and his usual serious self protruded. “Isn’t that right, Haruhi? (Y/n)?” You smiled back just as sweetly fake as he had before, but Haruhi stepped past you. “But we’ll have to get permission to use the home economics room, borrow the key…” Haruhi was just as motivated to do this as you were. At least you weren’t alone, but of course, that didn’t stop Kyouya. He stepped between you, placing a hand on Haruhi’s shoulder, talking in a low voice and facing you directly, so that Renge couldn’t see his expression. “I have the key”, he whispered. “What?”, Haruhi exclaimed, while you tried to figure out what this guy wasn’t capable of. “I thought something like this might happen, so I made a copy of every key in the school.” With these words and a superior smile, he pulled out a key ring full of keys out of his pocket. Your eyes widened and for a second you forgot that you were mad at him. This guy was truly something. “Cool”, you whispered, but cleared your throat immediately, not ready to give Kyouya that satisfaction, although you were almost sure he had heard you. Haruhi didn’t seem so happy about it.

Soon, you, Renge and Haruhi stood in the home economics room, wearing aprons and trying to teach Renge how to bake cookies. Still sulking, you kneaded your dough, still mad at the girl from France, who kept burning everything she touched. You knew you should have helped Haruhi saving Renge from her own mistakes, but somehow you weren’t in the mood. Suddenly, a movement caught your eye. Right there in the door you spotted all the hosts, given, minus Kyoya, fawning over the view. What did they think they were doing? You approached the door and no one seemed to notice you, except for Mori, who immediately hid behind the door, but it was too late, you already stood in front of them, raising an eyebrow. You cleared your throat and they all looked up at you at the same time. “I am going to close the door now” you said in cold voice, shutting it in their face to finish baking the cookies in peace. The audacity these guys had inbetween.

An excruciating hour later you walked back into the club, carrying your cookies. Renge went first, then Haruhi and you followed silently, still sulking. You would give these to your aunt later you thought. She deserved a treat. Tamaki was on one of his rants but got stopped immediately by Renge waltzing through. “You’re talking too much, Fake King", she said coldly, without even looking at Tamaki. In every other situation you would have smiled, but that feeling quickly disappeared, when she made her way directly over to Kyouya with her cookies, holding them out to him. “Kyouya-sama”, she caught his attention. You grumbled and placed down your cookies on a table, refusing to watch him suck up to her. “Haruhi-kun and (y/n) have shown me how to make commoners’ cookies.” “How marvelous”, he exclaimed happily. “How marvelous”, you mimicked him, making the twins chuckle. Kyouya acted like he hadn’t heard it, but you noticed his eyebrow twitch ever so slightly. You decided to see this as a win.

Of course where there were cookies, there was Honey. Sweetly he made his way over to Renge. “Can I have a bite?”, he asked with big eyes and looked at the cookies. Immediately, his smile faltered. They were absolutely burnt. “Yours look better”, Kaoru noticed, sitting down next to you and taking one from you. Hikaru took one, as well, placing it into your mouth, before raising your chin with his hand, and biting off the other half. “You still have some crumbles on your face”, Kaoru added, carefully licking off the crumbles of your face. You turned slightly red at the proximity, but couldn’t react, because you heard Kyouya clear his throat, making the twins grin up at him. Why did this feel like a plan? He stepped over to your little group. “Please, don’t forget how important her family relations are to me”, he said, looking at all three in a reprimanding fashion. You rolled your eyes. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s what’s bothering you”, Hikaru said, slipping off the couch and stepping in front of Kyouya. “Or is it…”, Kaoru started, also getting up, but couldn’t finish his sentence, as he was interrupted by Renge’s loud voice. “You are all too tepid!” The entire host club stopped in their movement. “Every single one of you! Except for Kyouya, all of your characters are lukewarm!” Everybody just stared at her for a while, unsure about how to handle the situation. Your eyes flickered to Kyouya. “Each of you needs to have some sort of dark side, you understand? Girls are vulnerable to handsome young men who are troubled! If you keep carrying on like this it's only a matter of time before the girls get tired of you and stop coming altogether! Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyouya’s business?!” “Business?”, Mori’s dark voice rang out and you shot him a surprised glance. You could hear the hurt in his voice as she suggested that the club was nothing more than a business to him. Mori caught your glance and you tried to tell him with your eyes that you understood. He smiled weakly, and for a second you two bonded without words over the ridiculousness of the situation. But Renge didn’t even care. “As your manager it's my duty to change your character backgrounds! Let’s start with you!” She pointed to Honey. One by one, she went through the hosts. And you felt really bad for them. Whatever movie she was in, she needed to get back to reality. Sighing you leant back in your seat, waiting for her to finish. At least she wouldn’t talk about - “You!” You pointed at your face. “Me?” “You’re the Cinderella of the club!” “The what now?” Confused you looked around the room, but everybody was busy accepting their own new role. “You work hard, every day, being mistreated by the members, when all you want is a rich knight in shining armour.” You took a deep breath, trying not to yell at her, shooting Kyouya a glance that said “if I murder her, it’s her own fault.” You could see a smile appear on his face. A real smile. Not the fake one he had worn the entire time since that girl had appeared. Your eyes widened a little in surprise and your heart beat a little faster. He noticed your sudden surprise and his expression changed to confusion. But you didn't have time or the will to react to this, so instead you tried to collect your thoughts and put your attention on the person in the room you were actually mad at. “So I am the shallow rival?”, you asked almost sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at her, but again she didn’t even listen to you. “A rival in a dramatic love triangle!” Renge continued, grabbing your arm and pulling you next to Kyouya. “You fell in love with my beloved Kyouya, cause how could it be different!” A dark blush crept onto your face. Out of anger or embarrassment you didn’t know. “I’d never –“ you tried to stop her, but she was waltzing over you. “Kyouya-sama, however, has only eyes for his fiancé. Me. Meanwhile, Mori…”, now she grabbed his arm, pulling him on your other side, “…is deeply in love with you.” “That’s not how a love triangle works”, you chimed in, trying one last time to stop her, but she ignored you. “That’s right”, the twins appeared on your sides again. “Now if she would like me”, Hikaru started, tilting your chin up to his face, “but I would be in love with her”, Kaoru tilted your head towards him. Your noses were almost touching. “That would be a love triangle.” “Oh yes!”, Renge shouted, “that is genius!” “Why would you give her ideas?”, you sighed and saw that the twins at least also were embarrassed. They had backed off a bit, but both kept an arm dangling over your shoulders. “We don’t know.”

A few minutes later, Renge had not necessarily calmed down, but at least she was busy making some phone calls to whoever, so you got a bit of peace. You had sat back down at the table you had placed your cookies on to get a bit of rest after that whole ordeal. It was almost time for you to go home, anyways. Carefully, you began wrapping them, when Kyouya stepped next to you, but you didn’t even give him the time to lecture you. “Do I really have to be a part of this?”, you sighed instead.   He eyed Renge from the corners of his eyes, while he grabbed on of your cookies. “Hey!” You wanted to protest, but there was no use. “Do I need to remind you …”, he began speaking, that fake smile back on his face, he wore whenever she was looking at him. You rolled your eyes and didn't even let him finish his sentence. “Fine”, you interrupted him, “I’ll do it”, you said, focusing on wrapping your cookies. “But can you stop acting like that, then, please?” Surprised, Kyouya dropped his smile. “Like what?” He tried to keep his composure. “All those fake smiles and such when you’re talking to me.” You avoided his gaze and focused on your cookies. “That’s not you and I am not one of the girls you need to impress.” You looked up, but couldn’t look him in the eye. “I like you more, when you’re yourself.” With these words you got up and left the room. Kyouya looked after you, thinking, biting off a piece of the cookie he had taken from you earlier.

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Mori stood in front of you. Your gaze went over to Kyouya who stood behind the camera. “Don't be ridiculous, Takashi”, you sneered. “In comparison to everybody else here your family business earns mere peanuts.” You hated yourself for saying these words. Who had written this dialogue again? “You are nothing but the watchdog for…”, you kept on talking, when you suddenly felt Mori’s strong arms around you, pressing you tightly against his chest. Good for the twins, bad for you, Renge had decided that the twins were better off on their own so here you were now. You stiffened, according to the script, waiting for the hug to end. You did feel a little safer in his embrace, though, at least this way you could ignore the three cameras pointed at you. Mori always had something calming about him and you allowed yourself to relax for a second, before whispering “sorry” in a hushed voice that only he would be able to hear, before you pushed him away rather harshly. “You’re nothing to me. I could never love you.” Gosh, this was so not you. Why were you part of this again? But then your gaze found Haruhi behind the camera, who was talking to Tamaki, and you remembered. Ah, right. You focused back on the scene and on Mori who now knelt before you. He actually seemed a little hurt by your words. He was definitely a good actor that much you had to give him. When he spoke his voice was dark and soft as usual. “I can make you happy.” For some reason these words let your heart beat a bit faster, as you looked at the older host and you started to stammer. “Cut, cut, cut!”, Renge yelled, and you shook your head. “Sorry”, you apologized, more to Mori than to her. “I think I just need a break.”

You stepped over to Kyoya, who was scribbling something in his notebook again. “And? Happy with what you’re seeing?” He stopped writing for a second, not seeming to understand what you were saying. “I don’t know what you mean.” He avoided eye contact. Did he think … “Oh!”, you quickly exclaimed, “not that scene. No… I just assumed you are mostly accepting this behaviour because you need new material for your photo books.” He smirked and began to write again. “I really have underestimated you”, he said and you weren’t sure if you should feel insulted or happy about the compliment. You were just about to reply something, when Renge called you over for take two.

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You ran towards the commotion, worried about your friend. The twins had run over to you and told you what had happened and you immediately followed them back to the schene. When you arrived, Tamaki was looking at your friend intently, making sure she was fine. You sighed relieved. That guy really was alright. You stepped next to him, looking down at your friend. “Are you okay, Haru-chan?” Haruhi nodded. Now fully relieved, you exhaled deeply, when Renge’s voice made you tense up again. “Other than Haruhi's contact falling out that was an ideal final scene!” , she exclaimed happily and now you really had enough. Even with the risk of Kyouya murdering you afterwards, you couldn't just let this continue. “Hey”, you yelled at her, “my friend got hurt!” But she ignored you. You swore by god if she’d now make it all about … “All it needs now is a moving narration by my sweet Kyouya!” You had opened your mouth again, ready to give her a bit of your opinion, when a loud crashing sound interrupted your anger. Surprised you looked up to see Kyouya in front of you, having destroyed the camera lense with a big stone in one swift movement. You watched him in awe and you felt your pulse quicken. “I'm terribly sorry”, Kyouya started, ignoring the cries of the camera men, “but I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence. I think you've caused enough trouble around here Renge.” And then he said the one sentence you could have kissed him for on the spot. “Please stop being such a pest.” Took him long enough. You lowered your head, trying to hide your smile at these words. Finally, he was back to normal. Well, whatever normal was for him. And Renge definitely had needed a reality check. Your happiness was short-lived, though, because not a second later, tears started to fall from her eyes. Unsure about what to do you looked her. “A pest?” You reached out a hand to pat her shoulder, and she looked up at you with tear-stained eyes, before she turned back to Kyouya. “But you're supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You're supposed to be kind and affectionate Kyouya! Why are you acting so differently now? Tell me why!” “Because that is not the real Kyouya”, Tamaki simply said into the silence. You smiled slightly. He could be really insightful if he wanted. As annoying as he was sometimes, his heart was certainly in the right place. You let your hand sink back to your side and your gaze wandered over to Kyouya. “Thank god it isn’t”, you said teasingly, and he caught your smirk, stepping next to you, while Haruhi confronted Renge. “What are you implying?” “I saw you be nice for two entire days, and it freaked me out, to be honest.” He chuckled. “Well, I told you, her family relations meant a lot to me. Why do you think I allowed all this to happen in the first place? Ignoring the fact that now I will have to pay for the camera lense, too. Should I add that to Haruhi’s debt?” You looked up at him. Somehow you were really relieved he had stopped this madness and was back to his usual, even if slightly scary, self. You knew he had allowed all of this for a reason as usual, but he had also stopped it eventually. He said for the sake of the club, but something told you that this wasn't the full truth. You smiled slightly. He really was intriguing. “Don’t act like the video material hadn’t been saved digitally. I’m sure you’ll recover financially.” And with these words you left his side, to walk over to Haruhi who was actually comforting Renge. Maybe, you should give her another chance. Or at least save Haruhi from the situation.

Again, Kyouya looked after her, a smirk appearing on his face. He watched her kneel down next to Haruhi and Renge, talking and trying to calm down the latter. He scoffed and looked at the stone he was still holding in his hand, throwing it up and down a few times. Getting you into the club had been certainly the most interesting thing that had happened in a long time. 

Chapter 4

[meltingmeninthesunshine]

twinnies!

[iwaasfairy]

big brothers osamu and atsumu teaming up and deciding to be pervs towards you.

osamu is the kinder, gentler big brother. who knows how to cover his tracks rather well. he constantly makes you food and buys things to distract you from the truth. while he hands you a fresh hot rice ball, you’re too excited to notice his eyes staring deep down into your shirt, noting the supple mounds that rest on your chest. his baby sister’s tits are great.

atsumu who is the teasing, pouty brother. he’s a lot sloppier than his twin, and barely covers his tracks. when ever you catch his gaze on your breasts, instead of stumbling out an excuse like most, he flashes you a foxy grin with a winks before walking away. if you were ever confront him about it, he’ll shrug and say something along the lines of ‘don’t be weird about it. i’m your brother, i can look.’

- 🍓

OkaY I LOVE THIS I LOVE THEM BEing gross and pervy but I can’t get it out of my head that I will always swear up and down on my life, my pussy and my honour as a niichan fucker that Osamu is 1000% the worse of the two. Because with Atsumu you see it coming. He has no intention of hiding his depravity and longing for his little sister as anything else, he just is. He steals kisses and insists that you sleep in his bed, and walks around the house basically begging you to let him play with your tits or put his mouth on your cunny or yours on him.

But Osamu pretends. Pretends that he’s disgusted by it, pretends that he has no interest in doing that and so much worse when Atsumu loudly gushes about making you strip for him and rub yourself onto his hard cock. He’s the one that waits for kisses in return for making you food or putting your laundry away or rubbing your back, he’s the brother that slips into the bath with you and makes you sit in his lap, and makes you both not acknowledge the hardness you’re sitting on unless it is to wrap a ring of your fingers around it and to rest his head on your shoulder while moaning your name.

But when they’re bothering you at the same time?? They’re both at their worst, because we knowwww how competitive they get. And they don’t care that your pussy is too little for either of them, let alone both of your big brothers.

[dykejake]

they’re twins, your honour

[tac-bat]

Why I hate how the elders are treated and misinterpreted in a big chunk of the fandom. Rant!

Before we start

I mention fat phobia, and talk about how certain hair types and cultural clothing is described as "food" as a response to what some of the elders are perceived by alot of the fandom. These comments are not only directed at some elders, but many folks who have gotten representation from them are also affected these comments that many thrown around freely.

I’m at my breaking point and will get heated on an array of things but I don’t care

You're entitled to your own opinion, even if i heavily disagree with it. If you don't wanna read then just scroll, because I will rip apart the interpretations I talk about under the read more tag.

If you "don't see this happening" or believe this "doesn't happen" that doesn't mean it didn't happen, Tumblr isin't the only social media I have. I've dabbled in the official Discord, on Instagram, and god forbid Pinterest too, i've seen it all.

Let’s go in order, most issues I have a bone to pick with are more prevalent in some elders more than others.

Daleth

They’re just forgotten, really. Even with knowing what Isle looked like before. Flourishing even, populated seen in the switch trailer and even making an appearance in the Auroras' concert for runaways, they’re pretty much never talked about. And if they are they're just kinda only the butt of pee-paw jokes

Ayin

Their characterization is just confusing to me. I've seen a lot of them portrayed as happy-go-lucky. I’m not saying they can’t be happy, but from what I’ve seen, that’s all they are to a lot of folks in the fandom that I’ve seen. Which really confuses me because in their cutscene they wake up in a daze, notice us, are sort of like "ah, hi," and get straight to work. And they’re gentle, tipping the pot to the butterfly they make to enter. But then there's their orbit cutscene, where they look tired and a tad grouchy after being woken up—not mean, just tired. Again, nothing wrong with it, but it’s pretty one-dimensional to me to just see them as all that.

On a more bitter note, i've seen alot of "fat jokes" or straight up fatphobia in art and comments alike about their body, "Why are they so fat?" -a comment i've actually seen in the discord regarding Ayin. it's disgusting.

Teth

I have so much shit to say about them.

They're not mean simply because they took your light.

"But they snatched it away." Motherfucker, you're looking surface level. THINK!

Imagine you're dead, stuck in limbo for god knows how long, rotting away without anything to do. And you enjoy building and creating, and you were possibly the catalyst for the production of darkstone; your temple could be a goddamn factory for it! So much so that your anvil and hammer are in your constellation; they're a part of you. It’s what you love. And now that you're dead, with no light to fuel, no life to live, forced to sit there with broken shards, it'd bore you, drain you. And then a child appears with a flame; and for the first time in thousands of years, if not more, you can create, build, make something.

And you do.

You take the light without a second thought, regaining your strength and setting to work to help this child pass through your realm to the other elder. You just put all your focus on making the diamond, and when you finish and are proud of it, you send it up to the sky. You’ve created again. And in your orbit cutscene, you're much gentler, no longer bound to that soul-sucking abyss of nothing, so you honour the children who gave you light, your gift. Taking your time and presenting it to them with grace.

That’s what Teth does; that’s what they do. Yes, they seem like a more serious person, but they’re in no way mean. Did they take your light away? Yes. But putting yourself in their shoes for just a moment can make you understand why.

Samekh

I love the twins; I’m a fan of them, and I love Sah in particular with all my being. Which is why this one I will get very passionate about.

It baffles me how those two got the impression of being idiots who share a single brain cell. I don’t mind the jokes, but some people think that’s all they are. Which is just so wrong, like? How can you be so wrong? Would a ruler who built their fucking realm, Valley Triumph of all names, in a goddamn mountains? Would the most prosperous, decorated, and successful realm be led by idiots? Let me repeat that, They built the realm Valley of Triumph, in the fucking MOUNTIANS! Do you know how hard it is to make a city that size in those conditions? MOUNTAINS ARE FUCKING BRUTAL, WITH LESS OXYGEN, EVEN LESS WITH MASK'S, AND FOR HOW UNPREDICTABLE THE WEATHER IS ITS INSANE. Yet valley thrived! They thrived in those mountains, creating impossible architecture, floating buildings, and sports ranging from sliding to flying to manta racing.

Would idiots who share a brain cell accomplish that? No! It's incredible what the twins achieve—an amazing realm and, in my opinion, the capital of the sky. Eden, on the other hand, seems more like a sacred place where you ascend. Not to mention the Citadel? Hello??? It's fucking fantastic; it's incredible how they created such a beautiful realm in the mountains. They wanted races; they got them; they wanted enrichment; they have theatre, gondolas, even the coliseum, and races too.

The twins can be silly and serious, and they are shown to have the same rivalry as all siblings do. But they are not dumb idiots, not in the least.

Tsadi

Tsadi, like Ayins, is just confusing. I’m not too well versed, but I’ve seen iterations of them where they side with "Resh," who is really just a concept art character that has definitely changed from the base game in concept art. Even then, they've never officially appeared in-game; you just have those statues in Wasteland. And in those interpretations of seeing Resh as a full-fledged character, they’re seen as "evil," which I don’t agree with at all. I mention them because most of the time, Tsadi would side with Resh in the war to mant; them seeing Resh as pro-Darkstone in the war (the diamonds Teth makes, and that we light up, basically the main power source for sky), this would imply Tsadi destroyed their realm because they followed the "king." However, their sun shield is right there; based on the memories of wounded warriors, it shows that they were on the "sun side" of their friend. If they we're pro darkstone and was on the same side as the hypothetical "king" wouldn't they have a diamond shield?

"But the spear falling in warrior's and seeds memory could be them," would you expect Tsadi to attack their own realm, where civilians are in warrior memory? Attack their own PEOPLE for the reasons I stated above?

Lamed

Like most of the elders, they're pretty much forgotten. And frankly, I haven’t seen any character interpretations that stick out, so their section is more about how they’re mistreated. Mostly on their headscarf, which is confirmed to be based off a hijab by one of the devs, Ash. Who explains why we should be respectful about it.

And god, so many POC deal with shit already because their hair or cultural clothing are described as food or even worse which many hate. It's disheartening to see almost every joke or comparison refer to Lamed being an "Egg".

More stuff that piss me off

"Bad rulers"

I despise when folks call the elders "evil" or "bad rulers," not seeming to care for their people or even being seen as lazy, which baffles me. Have you watched the vault cutscene?

ALL OF THEM ARE ASSISTING ANCESTORS, AND EVERYONE IS LEADING, GUIDING, OR CREATING THINGS FOR THE ANCESTORS IN SOME WAY.

For fuck's sake, Flight Guide is Ayin's apprentice! Would someone who doesn't care about their people bother with an apprentice? Even a flight guide shares the same pattern on their pants as Ayin, and the same pattern on the flight post's. It's ridiculous how folks can spew the most disproven zero reading comprehension ever when this shit is right here.

And they're not saints; they made mistakes, of course, but I see them wanting the best for their people and the kingdom. But in the process, they made huge mistakes that piled up and spilled over, resulting in the kingdom's downfall. But it wasn’t done out of malice; they tried and messed up big time, but they weren't evil, not one bit.

How many treat Lamed and Teth when it comes to shipping

I can’t stop who you ship; as long as it’s not weird and illegal, it’s whatever for me. Some pairs are not for me because of personal preferences/ familial head cannons, but I do dabble in ships. Yet it’s more mellowed out to me just saying "cute" when I see fanart and moving on. But it irritates me that when Teth or Lamed are shipped with most people, they appear to be more submissive in some ways. I’m not saying they can’t be happy, but to me, in so much ship art, it seems like just because they look more feminine, they’re suddenly almost always a blushing or shy mess, or (and I hate to use this term) a tsundere for Teth in some other cases. But that’s completely my biased opinion.

Fucks sake in my earlier time in the fandom, I was a Lamed/Tsadi fan, but again, it’s mellowed out to me just seeing fanart and thinking it's cute and moving on if it comes naturally. But I didn’t make one meek and the other an alpha male or some dumb shit when I used to draw them as I've seen many do. I mention this because I can see some folks calling me hypocritical for pointing this out. But the reason it irritates me is when Teth or Lamed are paired with someone (who often appears to be masc) almost always seem out of character simply because they're with said person. Which rubs me the wrong way since they are usually almost always seen as fem presenting in many folks eyes. Again, I don't have an issue with the pairs themselves; it just irks me when only their personalities seem to be changed for the sake of it, where it's just out of character.

How some elders greatly overshadow others and leave them in the dust

I'm guilty of this, fucks sake most of my content is twin stuff. And while I can feed on alot of twin content here, many folks who are fans of any other elder's barely get crumbs, even less so with Daleth, Ayin, And Lamed who are pretty much left do the dust. Which I hate because i know why.

The reason, Twins and Teth and even Tsadi are so popular when they others aren't is because they're "conventionally attractive", all are fit, all are gorgeous and can be attractive to many. Yet so can the others be appreciated, yet they aren't. Again, i know a hypocrite because of my blog being mostly twin stuff, yet even blogs like mine that don't focus on a single elder barely draw Daleth, Ayin, and Lamed. It sucks ass.

I think that’s all. I’m just sick of how the elders are treated by everyone.