#to you?? i've lost all sight of grammar now

[junranghae]

SO not to drag on a convo from last week but I was listening to Stacy’s beautiful monster and apparently ppl???? Don’t like it???? And I THINK beautiful monster follows the same pattern as ready to love concerning mediocre/whatever mvs making fans think a song isn’t good???? Idk if you’ve listened to the song but it’s a wonderful one and I actually really enjoyed it and didn’t realize ppl didn’t like it???? BUT yeah someone was like “it’s the only bad stayc song” and I was like. This is not correct. - dokcheol <3

omg i get to talk more!!

ok so I'll be the first to admit that i have almost no ability to tell what makes a good mv and what makes a bad mv, i think it's mostly due to indifference since i've never been a big music video person. I had also never seen the beautiful monster mv till right now but honestly i feel like it's not that bad?? Like ready to love I get, even I could tell it's awkward and just like not shot very well?? (Don't get me started on the filter on it WHY ARE WE ASH GREY RN???) but beautiful monster looks normal to me idk. The drawings are cute and the filter isn't THAT annoying. I also don't get why everyone hates that song. Is it the best song I've ever heard? no, but it was fun and completely passable.

[sophie-looks-at-stuff]

The Dragon and the Dragon-less

Pairing: Aemond x Strong niece reader

Summary: The night Aemond had lost his eye, his sweet niece was the only one to provide him any sense of comfort. Many years later, when she returns to Kings Landing with her family, what should become of the two? ;)

Warnings: bad ship terminology (idk boats y'all sorry), Rhaenyra being kind of a bad mom (love her tho), Targcest/incest, softer Aemond, smut in the dragon pits, this one is kind of long haha

AN: Hey y'all! Since my first fic seemed to be received so well (thanks so much to everyone for that:) I decided to write another one! I'm staying on the Aemond train since I've never left it since day one haha. Let me know tho if there are any requests!

PS: I haven't gone through and totally edited this so don't mind the spelling or grammar issues if there are any!!

It had been awful, you remembered hearing the screaming and shouting from your chambers. The screeching having woken you up from a rather pleasant dream about eating cake–

In nothing but your night clothes, and a quilt draped around your shoulders, you padded down the chilly hallways of Dragonstone. 

“ – it was my sons who were attacked!” You hear your mother yell. Concerned you took a few more steps forward, finally able to make out the scene before you. Your mother and your brothers to one side, while Alicent and her boys on the other, the fire raging in the hearth between them. 

Your wide lilac eyes meet those of your stepfather, Prince Daemon, he reaches a hand out towards you as if to say “Come here”. Your feet did not move, rooted to the spot, eyes glancing around the room once more. You see something you hadn’t noticed before, Aemond, in the corner of the room, surrounded by maesters. A hand over his eye, thick, sticky fluid oozing from between his small fingers. Gasping, your own hands fly to cover your lips, perhaps to muffle the noise, or maybe to tame the scream building in your throat. Aemond’s healthy eye meets yours, pain, sadness but most of all fury over taking his features. 

Just then your mother turns to meet you, her gaze worried and frantic, “My sweet girl! You should return to your chambers this is no sight for you dearest,” her hand, also bloody you notice, rests above her heart.

“Mother, w-what has happened? Aemond, h-he, is he alright–” You begin to question, Daemon takes a step towards you and you take one forward into the room. Your concerned gaze flits over to Aemond once more. Despite the fire in the hearth, the chill of the room has set into your bones, causing you to pull the quilt tighter around your shoulders. 

“Come now byka zaldrīzes (little dragon) let us return you to your quarters. Aemond will be fine,” Your father attempts to comfort you. Maybe you are too tired to argue, or too shocked, your mind still attempting to comprehend what has happened. But you let your father guide you back to your chambers, the quilt trailing behind you like a cloak. 

With a lullaby and a pat on the head, Daemon bids you good night once more. Closing the door softly behind him, his heavy footsteps receding off into the distance, presumably back to your mother and brothers. It feels like hours as you stare at the ceiling, listening, straining your ears for even just a morsel of information. But the halls beyond your door remain as silent as the grave. The chill in your bones is stubborn, making you shiver. Sitting up and swinging your feet over the side of the bed, you wrap the quilt around your shoulders once again. As silently as possible, you open the door, the hall is empty save for the torches lining the walls. You’re bathed in the fiery orange glow as you step fully into the hall. 

You’re not quite sure where your feet carry you until you turn the corner and are met with Ser Criston Cole. His tall stature taking up the door frame of the young prince's room, his gold cloak behind him like an inverse shadow. It’s not until you come to stand in front of him that he addresses you. 

“Princess, you should not be here. You should return to your chambers,” He looks down his nose at you. Your knuckles turn white from the tight grip you have on the quilt.

“Please, Ser, I must see the Prince. What has happened to him? I must know if he is alright–” 

“Your brothers have maimed him. Who’s to say you aren’t here to do the same? Perhaps your whore of a –” The door behind him creaks a bit, one of the maesters appears in its place. Bloodied rags and a needle are held in his hands. He sighs “The prince says she may pass Ser Cole,”

With one last look of annoyance and a warning mumbled under his breath, the knight lets you pass. The room is dark, lit only by a few candles on the bedside table. Aemond’s hunched form lays on the bed, the blankets up to his chin. As you make your way closer you can see the true horror of what has happened this evening. Where his eye once was, now lays only marred flesh, red and angry, the stitches pull at the swollen skin. You gasp, shocked, a sick feeling settling into the pit of your stomach.

“Ugly isn’t it?” Aemond asks you, bitterness lacing his voice. As he speaks you make your way to his side, sitting lightly on the bed, next to his hip. Your small hand searching for his under the covers, to comfort him, or maybe to warm your own. 

“H-how did this happen? Who could possibly have–”

“Your brothers. Lucerys stole my eye. But an eye for a dragon is a fair price to pay is it not niece?” A proud, sad smile graces his features. While your brothers had dragons since they were but babes, you were not as lucky. Syrax had not laid a full nest, and your mother had decided it was best to give your brothers the two eggs. All the while you have remained dragonless. 

“Vhagar is now mine, and on the morrow, we shall leave this wretched place. And I will fly on dragon back to the Red Keep.” His singular lilac eye meets yours. “I promise you, sweet niece, one day I shall take you for a ride on dragon back. Show you the freedom that comes with it,” His previously bloodied fingers intertwined with yours. 

“I would like that very much uncle,” Looking down at your joined hands, a small smile of your own matching his. 

— — — — — — —

The waters of the sea lap against the side of the ship, the slap against the wood echoing around you. Overpowered only by the screeching of your family's dragons above you. Alone, you ride on this ship, well alone save for the ship hands and captain assigned by your father. Still, at the age of nine and ten, you remain dragonless, made to travel to the Red Keep by boat.

Your brothers claim to Driftmark had come into question, prompting the visit back to your old home. You hadn’t been back here since–

Your mother and father had determined it best to keep the family at Dragonstone after Aemond lost his eye. Although you had always suspected part of the reasoning for that was your mothers fear of retribution from Alicent for what your brother had done. Perhaps it was a long time coming though, your brothers as well as Aegon had picked on Aemond ruthlessly for years prior to that night. You had been spared only by the simple facts that you were a little girl, and just weren’t in there presence as much. Despite your pleas to join in the yard for training you had been denied, and turned towards the library instead to study “things more befit for your station” as your mother had put it.

“We shall dock shortly Princess,” the ship captain’s voice drifted to you from behind the wheel. You stood on the platform with him, looking beyond the masthead, you see Syrax and Caraxes land in the dragon pits. You sigh, it looks like you’ll arrive alone at the Red Keep, not expecting your mother to wait for you. Her and Daemon needed to prepare for the events of tomorrow. 

Arriving at the Keep felt haunting, the lack of a welcome only contributing to that fact. Once docked, you were met by a singular carriage and it’s driver. The captain had assured you that your belongings were to be delivered to your chambers shortly. For all your fathers faults he did have good trust and faith in those he employed. The ship’s captain had been with your families since you were a girl. He and yourself not unfamiliar with these lonesome journeys. 

The gates of the Red Keep came into view as you rolled over the bumpy roads of Kings Landing. Gold Cloaks lined the gate’s walls, closing the massive gate doors behind you, shutting you in, locking you within the castle grounds. The carriage comes to a jumpy halt, the driver offering you his hand as you disembark your ride. Your fingers slip into his as your boots squelch in the mud below you, the clanging of swords and metal meet your ears. 

“Nephews, have you come to train?” A voice says, one you could not recognize. From across the yard you see your brothers, you wave to them, hoping to catch their eye. Luke turns his head towards you, a small smile playing at his lips. Noticing this, the source of the voice follows his gaze, a singular lilac eye meeting yours.

“Niece, how you have grown–” Aemond’s lone eye takes in your figure. My how you’ve grown indeed. Last time he had seen you you barely came up to his chin, your silver locks a messs contained in small braids. The flush that never seemed to leave your cheeks remained however. You had grown taller, still standing shorter than himself, which he finds excites him a bit. More than it should perhaps. You had grown into yourself in a way that was very pleasing to his eye, your face fuller and lovely. Your curves soft and plush, inviting him to touch and caress them. 

“Uncle,” you offer him a small curtsey. You can hear Jace scoff, as if annoyed by the action. Wanting yo say more, but not knowing what, you continue to look at one another. Your own eyes take in your uncle, he had grown taller, much taller. His muscles lean and corded beneath his tunic. His silver hair almost as long as yours, is pulled back slightly in a braid. Some hanging free, escaping their confines during his sparring. His eye was now covered in an eyepatch, made of black leather, the tops and bottoms of the scar still visible even with it on. 

The arrival of another carriage turns your gaze to the left, where you yourself had arrived only moments ago. Vaemond Valaryon steps out of the carriage and into the yard, sparing a glance at the Prince and your brothers. A look of disgust crosses his face as he lays his eyes on Luke. 

— — — — — — —

The meeting to question Lucerys’ claim to Driftmark is long and dull, at least in the beginning. Mustering his limited remaining strength your grandsire had sat the thrown. Disputing Otto and Alicent in their claims. He looks horrible you think. His skin looks to be gray and sloughing off of his bones. The Stranger would be coming for him soon. It is not until Vaemond brings into question your brother’s parentage once again, that the apprehensive peace shatters. 

“And she is a–”

“Say it,” your father’s hand that rests on the hilt of Dark Sister tightens, knuckles whitening. 

“ – a WHORE!” In one swift blow, Daemon sends Vaemond’s head rolling across the floor of the throne room. Blood trailed behind the appendage like a snail’s trail. The room is filled with gasps and short screams. Your own eyes widened looking at the head on the stone floor before you. By no means are you unfamiliar with your father's violent nature, and nor should the rest of the court. 

“Let him keep his tongue,” Daemon wipes the blood off of his blade, stepping back, sheathing the sword once more. 

As if some kind of magic pulls you, you lift your eyes from Vaemonds severed head and meet those of your uncle. A smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, he looks to be well entertained by the violent display. Caught in your staring, Aemond’s gaze rises to meet your own, his smirk widening into a more sadistic smile. 

“Now, for the final order of business. A more pleasant way to end this affair,” the king says, his mellow voice carrying across the stone-lined room. “I am blessed by the Gods to have such a large family, but it appears that the Gods hope to bless us some more,” It was becoming increasingly more clear that Alicent’s love for The Seven has bled not just into the castle but its people as well.  You think maybe it gives the king something comforting in his final days. 

“My son, Aemond, a fine warrior and scholar,” Aemond stands rigid and straight, uncomfortable with the new attention from his father. “And my granddaughter, if your mother had not already claimed the title of Realms Delight then it would be most certainly passed to you.” Your cheeks flush a bright pink, warmth rising to the tips of your ears. 

“This family has been divided for quite some time, I tend to rectify that. Aemond, my son, and my granddaughter the princess, shall be married,” The reactions around the room are mixed, some people applaud, some cover their shock with their hands. Wide, prying eyes jump between you and Aemond. You dare a look in his direction, he is still staring, the smile gone from his face now. Confusion, shock, anger? You cannot tell but it is not sweet, and it is not kind.

A wave of confidence washes over you as you step forward, “What is the meaning of this? Why have I not had any indication of this until now?!” You feel your mother’s hand grasp your elbow, urging you to stand beside her, silently. “It is the wish of your grandsire, byka zaldrīzes (little dragon). He is dying, do not fight him,” Your head whips aside, meeting her eyes, eyes filled with sadness. Did she know of this? Did she approve of this? Your father would not meet your eyes, nor your brothers, Jace toeing at an invisible stone on the floor. Did they all know, except for you? 

You tear your elbow from your mother’s grasp, she opens her mouth to speak once more, but your back is already turned. Your feet lead you towards the grand door. You had to leave, you needed to be anywhere else but here. Your chest tightens, your breathing ragged. Not with sadness or grief, no, but with anger and fury. You feel as though you could breathe fire as the dragons do. An angered scream tears past your lips, reverberating off of the stone walls of the Red Keep. 

— — — — — — —

You had decided it best to skip the family feast. And a good thing too, unbeknownst to you it had gone horribly. Lucerys mocking Aemond over the roasted pig, Aemond's “final tribute” to his Strong nephews. No, instead you had taken your dinner in the library, back amongst your beloved books. The sun had set an hour or two ago now, the torches along the halls lit. You didn’t know how late it was, you had been much too absorbed in your novel Lady Coryanne Wylde, A Cautionary Tale for Young Girls. 

The wax on the candles had burned low, and your wine had turned cold. It was time to retire. Taking the book with you, you began to make your way toward your chambers, your old chambers. The last time you had slept there you had been but a girl. As you turn the corner you are met with a hard wall of warm, corded muscle. Your book tumbling to the ground. A pair of strong hands plant themselves on your shoulders, to steady you. 

“Careful niece, someone might think you are up to no good, wandering the corridors, at night–alone” The smile from earlier returns to his lips, and just then, he notices the book on the floor. His smile becoming impossibly wider, you don’t think you’ve ever really seen Aemond smile, not like this anyway. It’s nice, you think to yourself.

“What’s this dear niece,” he bends down to pick up the novel, his slim fingers sifting through the pages, his eyebrows lifting. “Well, well, who would have thought–”

“Give that back!” You reach to snatch it from him, like a child, but he just holds it higher over his head. “Tell you what, I made a promise to you. Do you remember?” Of course, you remembered, you still thought about it sometimes, but all hope of fulfilling it had left you.

“Yes–” it came out more hoarse than you had intended. Your hand frozen, outstretched, Aemond still held the book over his head. 

“Come with me to meet Vhagar, for a ride,” he leaned closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “Come taste the freedom of the skies with me niece.” He had tucked the book behind his back. Aemond wasn’t a man who typically waited for an answer, nor was he one who liked when people disagreed with him. He’d throw you over his shoulder if he must. Even though his hatred for your family ran deep, he could never seem to hate you. You had endeared yourself to him time and time again as children, but the night he lost his eye. The night you visited him, the only one not angry, the only one not repulsed by his face. He knew then that he could never hate you, no matter how hard he’d tried. 

Words had suddenly failed you, your tongue dry. You simply nodded instead. In response, Aemond straightened to his full, imposing height, and turning without a word, he began his stride down the hall, towards the dragon pits. You followed him, but neither of you spoke, the halls of the Red Keep filled with an odd sort of comfortable silence. His hair had grown longer, much longer, and he walked with a sense of confidence that hadn’t been there before. 

The night air was chill, a slight breeze blew through your hair, tousling the strands. You were glad you had worn a gown with longer sleeves, it must be chilly up in the clouds. Aemond was sporting his riding clothes, the leather over his tunic reaching his wrists. He looked good, really good, you thought to yourself. The flush from earlier returning to your cheeks, as well as the warmth in the tips of your ears. 

Aemond comes to a stop before the pits, waiting for you, the book still behind his back, taunting you. You suppose that was his insurance policy in case you had said no to joining him. You can only imagine your father's reaction to seeing you read such debauchery. You were his sweet little girl after all…

“Come now niece, no harm shall come to you while I am near,” He held his hand out to you, and you slipped your fingers between his. His hands are much smoother than the ship captains from earlier, you thought. His hand was warm, the blood of the dragon coursing through his veins. The sound of beating wings from up above drew you out of your daze. A dark shadow crossed over the pair of you, coming to land only several passes in front of you. Vhagar stood proud and strong, if not slightly tired. Her form was weathered by time and battle. It’s a blessing from the Gods that she can still take to the skies as she does. 

Aemond drew you nearer to her, your hand still held tightly in his, like all those years ago. “Give her a pat, she won’t bite, not unless I tell her to,” He chuckled a bit at his own joke, your eyes widening slightly, making him laugh all the more. “No need to be frightened, she’s quite gentle actually,” He guided your hand up to the beast's snout, his fingers had moved to circle your wrists, making the action easier. Your hand lay splayed out before you against Vhagar’s scales, her skin impossibly hot. The hand on your wrists moves to cover your own on the dragon. From behind you, Aemonds other hand rests on your waist lightly, like a whisper on the wind. Mayhaps this marriage won’t be too bad after all? Your anger from earlier was not directed at him you realize, but rather at the other members of your family. You were never pleased when things were kept from you when you were lied to. You like his hand there, you like it a lot, it provides you a sense of comfort and security as you stand before this large beast. You wonder how his calloused hands would feel elsewhere…

Aemond retracts his hand, yours following closely behind, you can still feel the heat of Vhagar’s scales on the skin of your palms. You begin to be tugged backward in the direction of Vhagar’s saddle. Aemond motions for you to begin climbing the ropes that lead to the mount, he follows behind you; prepared to catch you should the need arise. The saddle is less like a saddle and more like a small chariot on top of the dragon. It comfortably seats the two of you, and could even squeeze in a third. 

Aemond positions you in front of him, his legs caging yours, his arms reaching around the front of you to grasp onto the reigns. “Are you ready?” The question is whispered to you, his lips brushing your ear once more as he speaks. You rather like this position, the warmth radiating off of his body will surely keep you warm above the clouds. 

“Yes, yes I think I am,” Your own hands come up to rest atop his, surely just to steady yourself, and not at all because you were becoming increasingly more desperate to touch or be touched by the man behind you. 

“Sōvēs Vhagar!” Aemond pulls back and yells into the night air, sparring your delicate eardrums. The beast below you growls and jolts into action. She takes a few long strides before beginning to beat her wings, as she takes off into the crisp night air. 

Eyes glued shut you think you yell out a little yelp of initial fear and surprise. Aemond’s legs press tighter down on your own as if to reassure you that you are safe with him and his dragon. As Vhagar evens out her flying, coasting just above the clouds, you dare to open your eyes. Behind you, Aemond cannot stop the smile from spreading across his lips, he cannot see your face but he hopes it is a happy one. He’ll take you out flying every day that you are married if it will make you happy. He would burn the world down if it meant he could keep you safe and happy. To make you his. 

Truthfully he wasn’t all that surprised by his father’s announcement of your betrothal. As a boy, even before the incident, he had asked his mother and grandsire, Otto, what lords would court you, and if any would be good enough for a princess. It wasn’t until after he lost his eye that he first breached the subject of marriage to his mother. He’d told her he deserved it, that after all the pain he had gone through, it was only fair for him to spend his life beside someone whom he cared so deeply for. At the time his mother had just given him a kiss on the forehead saying “Perhaps one day, we shall see,” A sad smile had crossed her face then.

He’d given up on the hope of marrying for love after that. The ladies of court found him elusive and repulsive, opting to flirt with his brother, despite his marriage to Helaena. A few moons ago, Aegon had made a jest at Aemond’s expense, something about being tied to a Strong for all eternity. He had ignored it, deeming it nothing more than one of his brother's drunken comments. However, after the events of today, it seems he was not jesting after all.

Aemond is broken out of his thoughts by a lovely, bubbly sound. You’re laughing, your arms spread wide, fingers splayed out letting the wind rush through them. He immediately goes to grasp your waist, his legs still caged around yours, steading you, anchoring you to him and the saddle. 

“What the sweet Hells are you doing?! Put your hands back on the reigns!” He exclaims. You giggle some more, the wind drying your teeth as you smile. 

“I cannot uncle! You were right, this is marvelous! I feel as though I could rule the world from up here!” He had never seen anyone as dazzling as you were in this moment. Vhagar gave a slight jolt as she began to descend back downwards, causing you to jump forward a bit, hands grasping the reigns once more.

“I told you – “ He murmurs against your hair, placing a small kiss on your head. After another moment Aemond begins to guide Vhagar back towards the dragon pits. There’s a strain in his trousers he can ignore no longer. Years of pent-up desire and want boiling over. Ever the gentleman, he assists you in descending the beast. This time he goes first, his hand in yours as he helps you with the final jump down. 

“That was incredible, uncle that was truly –” Aemond uses his grip on your hand to tug you forward, clutching you to his chest, his lips meeting yours. You gasp into his mouth, surprised by the boldness of his actions. Before you are given the opportunity to reciprocate, he pulls away, a slight frown on his face.

“My apologies, I should not have–” 

“Yes, you should have actually. Why did you stop, I was quite enjoying myself,” You pull on the collar of his tunic, tugging his chapped lips back down to yours. Aemond uses his taller stature to guide you back up against a pillar within the pits. The two of you made only out of sight by half of a pillar, and Vhagar’s sleeping form. 

“And what if I were to take you, right here? Right now? Like a scene from your debaucherous novel,” He exclaims, his lips moving, forming a trail from your jaw down to your collarbone. Surely leaving marks, and love bites as he goes. Oh if only his brother could see him now, he thinks that perhaps Aegon would congratulate him on finally “getting it wet”. 

His grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. He was everywhere, all of your senses were overwhelmed by him. The smell of the oils used to wash his hair filled your nostrils, the smokiness from Vhagar had made a home in the threads of his clothes. You’re nearly positive that you must smell similar, you’ll need to get your gown cleaned certainly. 

Your hands began to fumble with the belt of his trousers, your fingers making clumsy work of the buckle. Aemond pulls away only for a moment to assist you, then he begins to work on the strings of your corset. His movements were desperate and quick, neither of you having the patience to wait much longer. All the while his lips never left your skin. You feel him smile against your skin as Vhagar makes a slight noise of annoyance at your escapades. Somehow between your messy kisses, your skirts had been rucked up to your hips, Aemond’s deft fingers making contact with your small clothes. 

“You’re rather wet dear niece. Do I rile you up so huh? I wonder how wet you’ll be with my cock inside your sweet cunt,” He says that last bit almost more so to himself rather than you. In response, a small whimper escapes your lips. Aemond looks up to meet your eyes. A certain twinkle reflects at you from his. 

“Another night I shall spend hours ravishing you, but I need to be inside you, now.” He gives his cock a few strokes, preparing himself. Your eyes widen at the sight, his shaft long and thick, his head red and leaking arousal. It was, invigorating, knowing that you could illicit such a response from him. With a delicate kiss to your lips and one final look of permission, Aemond sheathes himself inside you. Your warm walls squeeze him perfectly, welcoming him in. Gods he could stay right here like this forever. 

“ – move. Aemond Gods move please,” You begged him, your walls had adjusted to him. Feeling wonderful and full. He began slow, his thrusts taking on a rhythmic flow. Aemond tucks his face into the crook of your neck, smelling your hair, his grunts and groans in your ear. You drag your nails down his clothed back, perhaps next time you’ll be able to fully leave your marks on his skin. Thank the Gods Vhagar had decided to remain put, it would ruin your honor should anyone find you like this; even though your virtue was promised to him already.

“Fuck– I don’t know if I’ll be able to last much longer ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved). You are just too perfect–” He cuts himself off with a grunt.

“Finish then, let go Aemond, let got for me please, I–” You beg him, you need it just as much as he does.

“Not before you ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved).” Aemond moves down to circle your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure up your spine. The pace of his thrusts picked up, your hands remained looped around his neck, anchoring yourself to him.

“Aemond, oh Aemond, Gods I’m gonna–” The words that left your mouth made hardly any sense. The words and phrases twist and turn into a bizarre hymn to your betrothed. 

“Cum, cum for me Jorrāelagon (love), give yourself over to me–” Aemond begged you. His lips biting and nipping at the flesh of your neck. On his command, a wave of pleasure washes over you, like the seas crashing into the shores of Driftmark. You remember drifting off to sleep as a girl to the lullaby of the sea. Aemond’s own release follows closely after your own. Still nestled inside of you, he rests his forehead against yours, sighing contentedly. 

“You know, when I was a boy, I had asked my mother to ask Rhaenyra for your hand. I had begged her actually,” He chuckles a bit at his anecdote.

“Did you?” You laugh along with him, less at the story and more so at the ridiculousness of your current situation. You feel him nod, his forehead brushing against yours as he does so. 

“Well,” you say in response, “ I had always wanted a dragon of my own. I had begged my mother actually”, you imitate Aemond’s words, giggling a bit as you do, “but now I need not ask any longer. For I have my very own dragon right here.” You place a kiss on his nose as you say this.

“Well my love, no longer shall you be dragonless, not as long as I am around anyways,” Aemond reassures you. He supposed he had two dragons now as well, with Vhagar he would burn the world down, but you gave him a reason to do so. With fire and blood he would protect you, love you, for that is the way of the dragon, that is the way of Prince Aemond Targaryen, your beloved betrothed. 

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[gojosatorubrainrot]

Scars don't define you💫

Summary: Gojo starts to feel insecure about your love for him because of his scars

Feat: Gojo Satoru x reader

Content: fluff, mentions of Gojo vs Sukuna fight, reassuring, body insecurities, husband!Gojo x Wife!Reader. Ch 261 doesn't exist lol

Wc: 1121

Author's note: Hi!! I've never thought I will ever be doing this but here we are! Encouraged by my gojo friends in discord to continue this drabble🥰 Sorry in advanced for my poor grammar, English is not my first language 🫡

The Shinjuku incident meant a reborn for the the strongest sorcerer, and you, his wife as well. You almost lost the love of your life by the hands of the King of Curses. At first, you thought everything was over when you saw him laying down on the floor, his lifeless body starting to be covered by the heavy snow storm that had began to fall minutes earlier.

You felt useless, after all, you were a non sorcerer, so,as a civilian, you didn't to have another choice than staying where Shoko and the others were watching the battle being broadcasted.

But its been a long time since that jumpscare and you thanked every existent God and also Shoko for bringing your reason of living back to your arms.

Satoru and you both were laying in bed together, you are running your fingers along his scarred face; each fingertips of yours feeling every single injury of his skin.

As you continue with your doing,he closes his eyes at the softness of your sweet touch, at first, he enjoys it a lot, he always loved the way you did it, always being careful as if he was a glass meant to break, but fear set up on his mind;he thought you hated his scars, that you despise them and  those marks ruined his pretty face, that you wouldn't love him anymore and, eventually, you would leave him alone as everyone did during his life, but this time, he wouldn't have a reason of living because you are his everything.

He doesn't even want to think how a life without in it would be, how alone he would feel again just like he did after Suguru's departure.

When that event occurred, when he was ordered to kill his best friend, he has never felt so useless as a sorcerer, but most of all, as a human being, so that was the reason he chose to stay alone for the rest of his days, to prevent someone from getting hurt by the mere fact of being involved with him. That was his idea until he met you at his favorite kikufuku store. He didn't believe in love at the first sight until he met you nor how does it feel to be in love until you.

you, his everything

He was afraid of losing you again, but now it was because of his appearance, he hated those scars because that meant you won't call him pretty angel or pretty face ever again. On the other hand, they were his reminder of a second opportunity, an opportunity he would take advantage of. His second chance to make things right and spend as much time as he could with you: not spending nights working or on mission trips, only with you, his home.

Now he is debating if telling you or not about his insecurity with his scarred skin, because he thinks you would laugh at this and ignore him, but call him silly for thinking that.

As he thinks about that, he sits up, preparing to get his shirt on. You can see how the mood changed, how an intimate moment filled with love and adoration became one filled with insecurities and non spoken words. He is looking for his shirt to put it on and leave the bedroom towards the balcony, so he can spare his mind off a little bit.

You wonder why he was feeling troubled and why he decided to ignore you and not talking with you as he has always done before. You are hesitant about ask him or not, you always wanted to give Satoru his space, you always respected that because after some time, he will come to you and tell you everything between thousands and thousands sorry for not telling you before.

All you can see now is his scarred back, and your intuition is screaming at you to do something so he could open himself up to you. After few seconds, an idea popped up in your mind; while satoru has his head between his hands, you approached to him slowly trying to not get noticed.

Satoru, who was lost in thoughts, suddenly felt your plump and soft lips along his scared back, giving it small pecs and smooches, replacing your lips with your small fingers tracing every single scar. He didn't understand what you were doing so he let you do so. Suddenly,he feels something he has only felt with you and you only: loved, adored, cherished, he was seen as a human, not a pretty face as he has been called few times, the strongest weapon for the jujutsu society, he was Satoru Gojo for you, your Toru.

He turned his head to where you were tracing your fingers and stared at you: you were focused and determined to make him feel alive again.

His small chuckle made you look up and meet those blue eyes you fell in love with many years ago;

"Hi sweets" he whispered without looking away" What are you doing?"

"Hi Toru" you giggled at that nickname he gave you only when you both were in an intimate moment "Nothing, just admiring your beauty" you responded never looking away from his mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Nothing about me is beautiful, princess" he said defeated. "Look at me" he pointed at his scarred skin, despising it, hating it.

"I'm looking at you, Toru. I'm always looking at you and all I see it's the prettiest, the most caring, loving man that I've ever met" you said putting his face in between your hands "I love you,Toru. If you ever think those scars will stop me from loving you, I must tell you don't me well. These scars are telling me that you are here" you give him a kiss in the tip of his pinky nose "alive, with me in our home"

After yours words, Satoru’s eyes immediately fill with tears, but before you notice, he closes his eyes to stop them and leans his head to your warm and reassuring touch, a warm feeling inside his chest arises.

He feels so grateful with you, you are his everything.You stopped caressing him at the moment he opens his eyes, blue like the ocean itself "I love you, angel" he says at the same time you started caressing the scar across his cheek.

"I love you too, Satoru and remember that you can tell me any trouble or inconvenience you are living through, okay? I'll always love you until my last breath" you said finishing the sentence with a quick kiss, which is immediately reciprocated 

With this Satoru knew that he would never feel alone again.

[luneymoony]

The Butterfly's Effect (Prologue)

a SAGAU!Imposter! AU x Shinobu!Reader where the reader is.. well, shinobu kocho from demon slayer.

CW: mentions of death, swearing, slight mentions of dissecting? Major Spoiler Warning for the anime only watchers out there! (imsosorryomfg) WC: 1.4k Notes: reader will be shinobu, like, literally. english isnt my first language so i apologize if theres any grammar, spelling mistakes or edits. :)) i've been obsessed with crossovers and sagaus so why not put them together? Photo is not mine!

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It's so dark.

What happened?

I can't remember anything..

Wait..

Am I.. Dead?

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The final battle of the Demon slayer corps has finally come to an end. The demon king, Muzan has finally succumbed to his demise after more than ten thousand years of living as a demon. The upper moons were all defeated and Japan is now demon free.

Of course, everything comes with a price. As many people strived to defeat the demon king, many also died in the process. Tomioka Giyuu, and Shinazugawa Sanemi, The remaining Hashiras of the corps.

Rengoku Kyojiro, Iguro Obanai, Kanroji Mitsuri, Tokito Muichiro, Himejima Gyomei, Kocho Shinobu.

These were the pillars that had lost their lives in the battlefield. Many people lost something in that battle. Their lives, their loved ones, their abilities. It will take time to heal from these wounds. Emotionally, physically and mentally.

Kanao looked at the butterfly hairpin on her hand, her mind drifts off to the insect hashira and how she died, how she was getting absorbed by that vile and disgusting demon. How she could've saved her if she was more quick enough.

Tears prickled in the corners of her eyes, holding the butterfly hairpin more firmly and bringing it close to her chest. She misses them so much. She can only pray that they will be reincarnated to a world free of demons. A world where they could be happy.

A world that they can live in freely.

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Your eyes flutters open. Your head was spinning and the first thing your eyes see is the clear, bright blue sky. You blinked rapidly to clear your blurring vision. You moved your head a bit to take in your surroundings.

You were laying on a soft patch of grass in the middle of nowhere. A large tree giving you enough shade to block your form from the sun's bright, and burning glow.

Slowly you sat up, groaning while doing so. You don't remember laying or being here when you were last conscious. The last thing you remembered was the sound of your sword dropping to the ground and-

Wait.

That's right, you were fighting uppermoon two. By what you can gather, you had died and had been absorbed by him.

But.. what happened after that? You certainly didn't remember getting yourself teleported to this unknown place, in fact, this wasn't even where you were when you had fought the bastard. And aren't you supposed to be dead?

Your thoughts were interrupted when there's a sudden noise coming from behind the tree. The loud noise startling you from your train of thoughts. You stood up —albeit a bit slowly— and noticed that you still had your sword with you, and your clothes were still intact. Your hand went to the back of your head to feel the butterfly hairpin that is strangely still there.

Choosing to save the questions that were racing in your mind for later, you feel the hilt of your sword and carefully and quietly approached the matter behind the tree.

You stopped once your eyes spot the.. Unusual looking creature? It looked a bit human, with arms, legs, a head and a mask covering its face. Weird ears. It also looked like it has something on its mask.

The creature seemed didn't seem to notice you or your presence, not until you stood in front of it did it froze. Its noises stopped too. It looked completely frozen by the sight of you.

Your hand on your sword's hilt had tighten, although it didn't show any signs of attacking you nor does it seemed armed, you were still very wary of it.

It doesn't look like a demon, well, not the usual demons. It is sure a humanoid creature with just some weird ears but it doesn't seem harmful. You also noticed that it had a briefcase from its side.

"What are you?"

Those are the first words you have spoken ever since you had woken up. Your voice was hoarse, your mouth and throat felt dry like the dessert. But you aren't giving in to the tempting urge to drinking whatever liquid is near to you until this creature answered you your question.

Although you did feel a bit stupid to just ask this random creature a question, when you could've just killed it right then and there for its unusual appearance. However.. you weren't going to attack it until it attacks you first. Plus, there were something off about this one.

Your gentle gaze and soft movements startled the Unusual Hilichurl. It couldn't get its eyes off of you, you looked like you simply didn't exist. It usually payed no mind to the others and the mortals that passed by. Taking no interest in them whatsoever.

But when its eyes laid on you, it froze. The hilichurl had no idea why but it felt like its about to drop to its knees before your presence. And that, it did.

Your eyes blinked in surprise at the kneeling hilichurl in front of you. Truth to say, your eyes were keen and careful to whatever movement its doing so as you were almost about to unsheathe your sword, it just dropped to its knees and bowed.

"What are you doing?"

The creature didn't moved an inch, it just kneeled and didn't say anything. It didn't even answer your first question.

You were even more curious by this sudden behavior of this mysterious creature. You wanted to investigate and possibly might dissect it for later. Yet you couldn't ignore your stomach that was begging for food, and your dry throat.

Seeing as this creature didn't want to seem to cooperate, and it most likely probably couldn't, you let it be, as you need to do more important things. Like finding food and water to prevent yourself from dying of thirst or starvation.

You just took once more glance at it and turned your heel to walk away. To your surprise, you have spotted a small river. You walked towards it and removed your butterfly patterned haori to properly drink it.

The water's very refreshing, and it felt like heaven when the liquid made contact to your mouth, and down to your throat. Not to mention, the water also tastes quite good. Its most likely because you haven't really drank much. Wonder how long you were laying in that area?

After drinking, you had put your haori back on and went to explore this unfamiliar place that you're in. Maybe you could find some sort of village or town here that would invite you in.

You looked around for a bit and noticed that theres something in the distance that caught your eye, was it a city perhaps? it looked huge, there were windmills that you could see clearly from this place. Maybe there'll be some people there that can help you.

The cool breeze of the air and the heat of the sun felt so much like home to you. It has been awhile since you felt this relaxed with such environment. The scenery, the relaxing atmosphere, it felt so nostalgic.

"This is nice."

You couldn't help but speak fondly out loud. You smiled to yourself, a real and genuine smile. Not the fake smile that you usually wore to hide your true self, but a relaxed, and actual calm smile. This sense of tranquility almost feels too foreign to you that you couldn't help but sigh and close your eyes.

Even if you didn't see it, even if you weren't there, you could sense that the uppermoon two had been defeated by your tsuguko, and Inosuke. You couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of the cocky bastard arrogantly mocking you from your "worthless" attempt to kill him.

It was only when the poison taking effect did you laugh at that fucker's melting face. He really did underestimate you huh? Who knew that a simple butterfly can unleash so much hell with a single flap of its wings? It was truly pathetic trying to see the little shit's futile attempt regenerate its head.

Once the uppermoon had been defeated and is now entering the gates of hell, you were triumphant of his demise. You couldn't stand seeing his stupid face and seeing it melting to the ground unleashed a wave of satisfaction in you.

You shook your head and chuckled to yourself, focusing on your only goal for now as you continued your way to the city with a slight and satisfied curl of your lips.

The windmills of this city was getting clearer to your vision, as you were getting nearer and nearer to the city, a voice suddenly calls out.

"Stop right there!"

You froze and stopped in your tracks. Was it another one of those creatures that you met at that tree? but this one can talk and- wait a minute. Are they speaking in a foreign language?

Where exactly did you wake up in?

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hihihiii its finally hereee

i've been procrastinating this for a week now becuz ive been so busy but here it is! the amount of ideas i have for this is akkakkahdjas

but ive finally managed to put myself together to make this! i really hope u all like it :,)

lmk if anyone wants me to continue this, the prologue is slightly boring and messy at first but ill try to make it readable as possible.

Edit: i forgot to put a spoiler warninggg :C im so sorry anime only watchers akcsksksk

[redamoureux]

Yay a yandere tf2 blog! Thank you for writing for it.

Two potential prompts:

HCs or drabble of yandere sniper stalking and kidnapping someone he's become obsessed with, and keeping them locked in his camper van

And/or

HCs or drabble of yandere spy assassinating readers corrupt family, but becoming enchanted by the reader, so he decides to kidnap them and take them for his own, hiding them away from a world that believes them dead?

─Damsel 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌

Yandere Red/Blu Spy Headcanons/Short

• trigger warnings: manipulation, false comfort, possesive behaviour, implied kidnapping, obsession at first sight, implied murder, forced relationship

• genre: romantic | ooc spy (?)

a/n: ohh, i like your second idea anon! Thanks for the request! Again, this might have some grammar errors because i'm feeling a little too tired to redraft it again x-x

Sneaking in and blending in with the crowds was never a trouble for Spy.

With his charming personality and neat outfit, he is easily off any suspicion.

Currently on his yet another mission, he observes around the large-scale grand banquet room, searching for his chosen target.

Occasionaly, there would be plenty of womens that tried to presuade him to go with them. And as much as he was tempted, he knows he needs to stay focus, Atleast just during his job.

What he didn't expect is to meet you.

Spy saw you standing outside the mansion balcony, back facing towards him while you're gazing upon the dark blue sky that adorned with small sparkling stars.

  For a uncanny reason, he somehow felt a voice in his head whispering to him to reach out to you. And he decided to act on it. A small chitchat wouldn't hurt anyone right? 

He wouldn't want to admit it, But his talk with you was suprisingly delightful. You were polite, attentive and outwardly interested to what he had to say. Even though, he hates the fact that you are his objective's child. When you first mentioned it, he was dumbstruck with disbelief.

How could a ravishing and gracious person like you be related with such an pompous and corrupt fool? Spy felt himself almost boiling in rage upon hearing that you are about to be engaged by your father's request.

He hates the way he felt when he saw the sad expression on your face but this only encouraged him more to finish his task.

Gazing up at the slanting rays of the setting sun on colorful orange sky, wind softly blowing through your hair. Distant sounds of people speaking. You sense the feeling of reminiscence, remiding you much of what happend after that one fateful night. You closed your eyes, wanting to get rid of the memory. when almost all your family members were murdered in your own home, infront of your eyes. 

"Ma fleur?" A familiar voice called. You opened your eyes and turned around to see Spy standing nearby the door with a black paper bag in hand.

"Oh, hey spy." You greeted him. He puts down the paper bag on a close table and walks over to you, seemingly a little worried.

"You didn't respond when i called you earlier. I was worried something might've happend."

"Ah. I'm sorry. I guess i was just really lost in my thoughts."  "Is there something bothering you, dear?" 

You sigh and looked down. Hesitation evident on your face. "..I've just been thinking about my family. It has been awhile now, and- the police certainly are still searching right? I know some of my family are still alive.." your sentences dwindle down as you felt like yourself almost tearing up.

Spy frowned and gently places his hands on your shoulder making you look up into his blue eyes.  "Amour, we've talked about this. You know how filthy and wicked your family are, they clearly do have any regards or concerns about you. You've seen how they didn't even mention about you during questioning." Spy stated firmly.

You believe he's telling the truth. How could you not? You've seen it all yourself. Your family doesn't care. Moreover, He was also the one who saved you from that assasination.  You avoided his gaze for a few moment before nodding slowly and Spy smiles in respone, brushing a strand of hair off your face. "Besides, it's much better when you're with me anyway, right dear?" you nodded again and smiled.

Spy pulled you closer and embraced you and in return you did the same.  He lets you go and stares at you lovingly, "Come, mon amour, i want to show you something."  Maybe it is best that you're off without your family after all.

──

─── 

What you didn't know is that, behind all Spy's sweet gifts and affectionate gestures, he was the one behind your family's assasination. He purposesly invited you to witness just how disgusting your family's work has been before ending their  valueless life. You, saw him as your saviour, and he is never planning on changing that.

@redamoureux

[angelheony]

'I've been the archer, I've been the prey'

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ Synopsis ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

The martial god of the Southeast, General Nan Yang, worries frequently of his beloved when wandering about in the human realm, that is when one of his fears find reality when the beloved reader got hurt and ambushed by a fierce ghost. The general though late, arrives to swoop in and save his beloved

Now the general wishes to teach you on how to use weapons to protect yourself in the midst of trouble. Because not at all times, can he be there by your side.

Feng Xin x Gn Reader

Tws- Wrong description or uses of bow (I HAVEN'T DONE ARCHERY MY WHOLE LIFE PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME), Probably ooc lmao, bad grammar, and spelling. chaos narrating

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'This should be easy right?' A thought arises in your head, moving towards a far position from the target. Cocky sure, but how hard can it possibly be.

You have no prior experience on archery before, but you have been ogling studying at a certain someone.... Cause you knew somehow it would come to this, You practicing it yourself.

"Why are you just standing there? Come on I wanna see your amazing skills already, surely you weren't bluffing just a while ago..."

Without even facing him you could tell that Feng Xin has that stupid, lovable grin on his face, going along with his sarcastic comment. Your brows furrow at your boisterous words before, yet you still try to play it cool.

"Ah, It's just been so long since I've handled a bow... Give me time to remember.." You say with a nervous smile, eliciting a huff of laughter from Feng Xin. Gods you really hope you don't embarrass yourself later, if only if it weren't for that damned ghost that caught you off guard a while back. That incident left you with quite a few cuts and bruises and an overly worried lover be it that.

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

You knew it would be a stupid idea to to go out foraging when its almost dusk. But in your defense, this is the only time you were free...It was still early, but you just lost track of time..

You also did not say a word to your lover in fear of revealing your surprise.

for what exactly...? well

A lot of years has passed by. Companions have come and go, Things lost and some found. Memories of the past hazy by now, as new ones develop and pile.

But there is this one time that you will never be able to forget. Forever etched in your brain, It is the start of the waltz of two hearts, now intertwined and growing stronger at each passing moment. A time worth of celebration and remembrance, Your anniversary. And its only two days left until then.

That's why you're here, in the the middle of the forest, basket filled with the flowers you came across, for the gift your about to make as you get home .

You walk at a quick pace, trying to find your way out, so you can go back the embrace of your lover, Feng Xin.

The world around you is embraced with orange and pink. Signalling that the sun is now setting for the moon to take flight..

Your not entirely scared of walking around in the dark pshh.. You can protect yourself just fine, it's just that you have a bad feeling about this trip, And you're in the middle of the forest too.

No people can be seen in sight, who knows what kind of carnivorous animal lurks here-or worse ghosts, out for your blood....Plus your lover is a prominent figure in the heavenly capital, what if they held some heavy grudges about his awesomeness, And your here defenseless.

You slap yourself in the cheek, trying to stop your line of thought that's making you panic even more now. Gripping onto your basket you're walking even faster, as the forest is now engulfed in darkness.

The hair on your nape rises, goosebumps rippling on your skin at the cold. No more sun to provide you with warmth.

Only the cold moon, along side with the cold air working against you now. Making the leaves rustle, making it sound like something is trampling on it-

You freeze in your tracks, An ominous presence clouds your senses.

'rustle, rustle'

Bolting with out a second thought, you mutter curses under your breath. Fight or flight instincts kicking in, well just flight instincts. You don't know how to fight ghosts, just humans, surely an uppercut won't work on ghosts right?-

You debate on what to do, should you scream for help? there should be people near right? your village has to be! You try to think of a suitable plan in your head, though the adrenaline makes your mind run a bit too fast,

...You can feel it's gaze on the tip of your spine, like it's getting closer and reaching for you-

Your survival instincts kick in as your leg drops, making you kneel. Horrifyingly sharp claws just above your form, Where your face was just at. Retracting it's claws, it covers itself with a thick fog, blending onto the trees again, waiting for a perfect time to strike.

You celebrate in your mind for a bit, letting out a galore of curses at the ghost. Taking a bit of Feng Xin's dialect in fear. But you quickly stand up to run again, now letting out a cracked yell of help, throat dry in fear.

By a miracle you could see the end of the forest, and a path like the one leading to the village. You could almost scream in joy, and that you did, along with a few pleas for help.

Yearning to touch the moonlight on the clearing, you reach your hand out. Commotion could be heard nearby, and freedom at the tip of your finger tips.

Your joy was short lived though, as you couldn't move even if you were putting all your strength on your legs. Maybe that's because something is holding you down, unavailing you to even breathe, Sharp claws closing in to your neck.

Eyes widening in disbelief, Torches could be seen in the distance.And there he was, your lover. With Fengshen in hand, it seems he saw you too, face twisting in fear and anger. It looked like he was screaming for something, but your eyelids were growing heavy. You really wanted to say that you were fine, to ease his nerves, hating to see him like this... Maybe if you wake up soon, You'll have the chance to tell him that...

...As all fades to black and the screams were all turned but to faint echoes.

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You awoke the next day, with a worried Feng Xin by your side,

Enveloping you in a bone crushing hug.

You wanted to ask what happened but he was quick to cut you off with a scolding. You just accepted it though, knowing that what you did was wrong. About not telling anyone were you were going before hand.

Apologizing with honeyed words, You vowed to never do it again. Making him huff a 'You better not', skeptically as if he knew you were gonna do it again in the future

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

And here you are now, due to his pleading for you to learn the bow to protect yourself in those situations.

You were weighing it on your mind yesterday, not that you could say no. But you decided to say yes anyways because, this means you could watch Feng Xin's back as well when all goes haywire.

Taking an arrow from the quiver strapped to your back, you place the arrow's nock to the bow's string. Channeling all your rage as you pull back the string. Just realizing that it needs quite the force to pull all the wa-

fwoosh!

The arrow flies, your hand slipping amidst your thoughts. It would have be epic if you hit bullseye in first try but.... It didnt even reach halfway, it was to be expected since it was only pulled a little.

You turn towards the brunet to intercept the arriving laughter from the man behind you- ahm...too late

Feng Xin slid a hand to his mouth as he said,

"Wow, You're amazing It reached so far...!"

It sounded like he was trying hard to hold his amusement in really bad, tears pooling at the edge of his crinkled eyes.

"You- That didn't count! watch, i'll nail it this time"

You turn, Trying it again, pulling the bow strings taut. The arrow flew though farther this time, but it didn't even hit the target. You groan in frustration, though relieved that it was at least better this time. You try it again, and again-

"Your form is wrong... Here let me help you"

Feng Xin seemingly done with his daily dose of laughter, finally moves to aid you. Enclosing into your form, enveloping your own hands on the bow.

Stiffening at the closeness, you impulsively turn your head to look at him. Noticing the soft smile still imprinted on his face, brows curved perfectly in his focused state, brown locks framing his face just right. And his piercing eyes looking at the target, and now at you, his gaze softening.

"Why are you looking at me? you should be looking at where you're shooting," Feng Xin grins, kind of embarrassed with your lovesick gaze

You quickly rip your gaze away from his, huffing a small,

"I knew that."

Feng Xin gives you a few tips and adjustments on your form, Though you find your mind going elsewhere

"Here you can shoot now.." He says softly with his hands still enveloped around yours, guiding your fingers off the string.

Fwoosh-

The arrow flies, though a bit crooked at least it hit the target now,

"There you go now you do it by yoursel-"

"No! I suck at shooting arrows it would be best if you guide me for now!" You were quick to say, which surprised the man.

Letting out a chuckle at the switch up from -

'I'm a pro at archery, I don't need anyone's help!' To this

"Fine, fine a few more so you can get the hang of it" Feng Xin pats your head, and guides you in position again. Playing along with your antics for now.

This happens a few more times, with each getting closer and closer to the center of the target.

Fwoosh-

The sound of the arrow piercing the wooden target, you're used to it now. But this time, excites you the most, as you see the arrow has finally hit the bullseye. You let out a cheer, relieved to have finally hit the jackpot. You were convinced to have gotten the hang of it.

"Now your turn"

He pats your head again probably for good luck, now creating some distance so he can survey your marksmanship.

Letting out a breathe of air, you take an arrow from the quiver again, though this time never taking your eyes off the target.

"Hey I said stand up straight, were you not listening before? And also your foot move it back a bit more"

He barks out from a far, dead panning. The things he said before just being forgotten in a few short minutes.

You swiftly fixed your posture, brows furrowed in embarassment.

"-I knew that I was just getting ready!"

Huffing, as he let out an amused 'mhmm'

You put the nock on the string of the bow, pursing your lips as you pull it back. Focusing only on hitting the target in front of you, Not paying mind to Feng Xin's scrutinizing gaze.

Unbeknownst to you, there was pure awe in his gaze at the sights of you. Lips twitching into a lopsided smile. While the sun sets in the horizon, making the surroundings glow with a tint of orange and pink. The scene just looks ethereal, able to be mistaken as the heavens itself.

The arrow makes a whistling noise due to the speed, slicing through the air in its wake. Landing on the target with a loud thud.

Though disappointed with it not hitting the center mark, you were only a few sections off. Surely you could do it in a few tries or one more-

"Good job, that'll make do for now" Your eyes widen whilst turning towards Feng Xin, with both hands clasped

"A few more, I really can hit the target in the center now-!"

You try to persuade him,

"Don't overexert yourself, we have all the time in the world"

"Well what if the world is ending tomorrow, how will I protect myself then" You try to retort

"I'll be there beside you," A firm reply by Feng Xin, whilst he picks up the arrows that are laying around.

",I only won't be, if you go somewhere without telling me"

You sigh, placing the bow on the side to help him clean as well

"Are you still mad about that?" Walking towards the targets, you take the arrows embedded there, putting them back on your quiver.

"Don't act all surprised now," A sigh can be heard even from afar

"I only wanted to do that to surprise you-" You freeze on the spot, the continuing part '-for our anniversary' on the tip of your tongue can't having to bear to say it.

"That so? You have no need to do that" Feng Xin's voice gets closer and closer, as if he can read your mind.

Feng Xin turns you around to face him "You know thats supposed to be my job giving gifts..."

"So here, happy anniversary love"

He clips an intricately designed hairpin on your hair, with a few adorning jewels complementing your eye color.

You could only stand there in awe, Feeling like the luckiest person alive right now.

"Now just sit there won't you? let me take care of cleaning-"

You couldn't help buy cut him off by jumping into his arms, Legs wrapping around his waist. Spilling thank you's at his ear, and complaining about that stupid ghost that ambushed you a while back. Making you lose your gifts.

"You didn't have to.. I have to give you a gift now.. just wait-"

Earning a laugh from the Feng Xin "The only gift I want, is for you to stay safe always"

Enveloping his strong hands on your thighs, so you don't fall and injure yourself.

"i'll Master the bow and learn every weapon in existence tomorrow if you wish, i'll even wear some cool armor around-"

"Careful you might surpass me if you train so hard"

His tone is laced with sarcasm and amusement, though he's glad your taking your safety to the next level.

"Maybe I will."

"Sure you will, let's go inside now shall we? We still have a lot of celebrating to do." He smiles fixing his hold on you into a 'bridal carry' so it's comfortable for the both of you.

You melt into his hold still defeated about forgetting his present. Vowing to repay him tonight, just Muttering a little 'okay'

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

First Feng Xin fic help me, It took me alot of days to finish this. Had to research on archery because I haven't done it before my whole life SORRY IF ITS WRONG. This is a crackfic i swear, I was so tired when making this.

Also dont we all need a Feng Xin in our lives, I fricking love him

[alexpenname]

I'm going to Rome in a couple days, so in my infinite excitement I've been doing some Latin. I've only ever done translations of passages from textbooks before, so of course I thought I'd dive into some Lucretius.

'Cause like, why not, and I'm not a big fan of the William Ellery Leonard translation up on Perseus. (Context/translation is below cut.)

De Rerum Natura is a explanation of Epicurean philosophy--it's downright heresy in some parts, and of course that's the bit I translated. Lucretius references the death of Iphigenia at Aulis; she was sacrificed so that the Greeks would have favorable winds to sail to Troy.

This is the passage I translated in Latin, and here's the Leonard translation in case anyone wants to see another version. I can't necessarily say I translated everything well, honestly. Like I said, this is a first attempt, and it's just for fun so I've definitely taken some artistic liberty with grammar--though not with content.

(I'd love feedback, but be kind please!)

De Rerum Natura, 1.80-1.101

I worry that in this place you may suspect you strike out upon the path of profane thought and  wicked reason. In opposition: how often it is that reverence to the gods makes wickedness flower and accumulates pollution of the soul.

Take Aulis: where the altar of the Virgin of the Crossroads was soiled with Iphigenia’s unclean blood by the elected leaders of Diana, the very best of men.

She felt how the priest’s ribbons had collected around her headdress, had poured in equal parts down the virgin skin of her cheek; and how beside the altar stood her father, mourning; and how, near to this place, the ministers hid iron; how all the citizens were in tears at the sight of her—speech lost with dread, sinking, she fell to her knees upon the earth.  

The desolation of it. How useless it was that once upon a time, she had been the reason the king could first call himself father—for now the men lifted her, trembling, and drew her to the altar; not joined by the sacred rites of marriage or the clear, bright wedding-songs of Hymen, but so that in the season of weddings itself this blameless girl, now polluted, may be slain and cut to ribbons by her grieving father—all so that the fruit of fortune may send their number forth.

This is the measure of the evil which may be extorted by the fear and reverence of gods.

[princessbettina]

Birthday Surprise-part 2: Horatio Godkin x Arabella / Fem!Reader

Summary: It's a few months later after getting meeting and making it offical with Horatio Godkin. Your gal friends take you on a trip to Paris where Horatio discovers his true and secret feelings about you. When you return from the trip, Horatio and you decide to take things to the next level in your relationship

A/N: This is once again heavily inspired by Thomas Doherty's 'The Inventor's Apprentice' spicy Quinn audio / ASMR(ish) series he did a few months back. If you know... you know ;) ;)

I applogize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

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A few months later… A lot of persuasion and convincing happened from my handsome king, who just so happens to be my boyfriend. But because of my eagerness and readiness for love, Horatio and I ended up buying the cottage together, in which he and I first met.

It was more of his idea, but still. I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I'd be foolish to let that go.

Falling in love with Horatio Godkin was like an out of body experience in a way. He knows every element of romance and most definitely has the romance factor in him.

He always knew how to woo me, really sweep me off my feet, of course while being gentle. His kisses always tasted either of red wine or the goldest of honey. The way he grabbed hold of me as his hands either snaked around my waist or thighs, always winning my full, undivided attention as my breathing hitched.

That is something I've never experienced in a relationship romantically before and it had me desperately wanting more and more of it, and Horatio of course.

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Making up for lost post belated birthday time, Shay had organized a girls trip for us and today was that very day.

Shay ended up getting a luxurious hotel room in Paris. Something I never expected but honestly was excited.

I was bummed however because I couldn't bring Horatio with me. It was a girls trip, which meant boys were not allowed. I really wish I could change the rules haha.

"These three days will go by real fast. And before we know it, we'll be back together again, right in each other's arms" I reassured Horatio, gently rubbing his arm for a moment.

Smiling softly at me, he anchored onto my arm while pulling me close to him just a bit.

"You go on, go have the best time, darling. I'll be right here waiting for you when you return" Horatio leaned into me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you, my handsome king" I whispered softly to him as our heads touched.

"I love you too, my precious queen" Replied Horatio softly too and we quickly shared a kiss that I wanted to last forever.

After saying bye to my gorgeous boyfriend, and getting on the plane along with Shay, and Celeste and off to Paris we went.

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The entire trip to Paris was incredible. The sights, the views, literally everything! Pretty much, the whole time there was spent by each of us doing spa and shopping spree days, and sightseeing the entirety of Paris.

Oh yeah! I Almost forgot to mention that Celeste and I kept in contact after the birthday cottage situation a few months back and are already the goodest of friends.

Celeste has a bubbly personality and she's always cheerful, can make you smile and laugh, and she's understanding and honest.

I love her and I'm so happy that we became good friends. And it's also wonderful how Shay and her became good friends too, we're all now like a happy trio of friends and I love that.

It was our last night in Paris. Celeste, Shay, and I were gathered together in the living room area in the hotel, painting each other's nails as the room was dimmed slightly with candles that flickered through the room.

"How's your Scottish lover doing, Ella?" Asked Shay, letting out a giggle or two. Instantly making me blush.

"He's doing great. We talked a little earlier and can't wait for when I return home. Horatio always knows how to send a shiver down my spine" I replied while sticking out my tongue.

Shay's eyes widened a little and squealed softly, "Oh my gosh! That is adorable. But you know what this means right?"

Only having a few ideas by what my best friend meant, I raised my eyebrow in slight confusion and giggled when Celeste chimed in too, joining the fun.

"Pleaseee tell me you know, sweetie!" She beamed with pleading eyes, while leaning toward me a little, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"I don't know? What do you two have in mind?" I asked, pretending not to know just to see their reactions.

"He's obviously going to want to make out with you and make love to you when you go back home" Celeste admitted while laughing softly and as her hand remained on my shoulder.

"She's right, bestie! I mean if you say that Horatio knows how to "send a shiver down your spine" that automatically means that he's in the mood and wants to take you away" Winked and giggled Shay as we all giggled simultaneously.

My face turned as red as a tomato at this point even though that's exactly what I knew that my friends were going to say.

"You two are so funny. I don't think that will happen...yet anyway. Would it really be a good idea for two people who literally are still getting to know each other, but yes are dating, to snog one another so soon?" I asked in a giggly tone.

"Come on, girl! You know you want that. It's not a bad idea at all" Chirped Celeste as she rubbed my shoulder.

"The way you've been talking about him, it almost seems like you're madly in love with this guy. I'd be surprised if making out with him wasn't on your list, just admit it already, bestie" Shay giggled and gently shook and nudged my other shoulder, opposite of Celeste.

Widening my eyes once more as my face grew hot again, making me cover my face with my hands as my mind screamed from the inside.

Once I calmed down, my two lovely friends and I finished our nails and let them air dry as we watched movies and ate snacks for the rest of the night.

"Oh! If that does end up happening, I'll be sure to let you two know!" I giggled while winking at them as they giggled too.

"We can't wait for that, girl!" Celeste smirked as Shay nodded her head in agreement.

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Meanwhile, back at home. Horatio had been keeping busy by writing and journaling.

Lots and lots of journaling.

Writing about things that brought him joy and happiness. That includes me, but I didn't know that yet.

He was sitting in his office that he made in the cottage. His leg was crossed over his other leg and held a pen that had a light feather at the end of the tip of the pen. His elbow rested atop the table as he scribbled his thoughts on the paper in the neastest of cursive.

Horatio's pov in his journal

The private journal of me,Horatio Godkin.

Entry number 5:

"Two months have gone by. Two wonderful months that have been spent with a beautiful, exquisite, and soft to the touch young woman who I've gotten to know.

I thank whoever in the universe who brought her and I together. The incredible Arabella Bellamy. She's not like the others who have entered my life, and that's a good thing.

Arabella is independent, compassionate, funny, and completely full of life and love.

My heart had definitely been set on her from the first time we met, in a lovely cottage by accident but I always call it a good coincidence.

At this moment in time, my darling Arabella is gone. On a vacation with a few friends, for gals only as it is said. She deserves time with her friends. A time away from her life.

I can't wait to spend time together again. I miss my precious Arabella. In more ways than some.

I hadn't seen her, not truly seen her yet of what I had hoped for us to arrive in our relationship, as the photographic images of what I envision danced around and on the inside of my brain until that moment.

Like looking through a prism, dazzled by the kaleidoscopic images, the rainbow illusion coalescence until suddenly there's only her

As the beautiful, blossoming new found romance in which she and I have discovered, it has also made me discover my deepest darkest true feelings about her.

Nothing in my past, or future I wanted to keep hidden. I wanted her. I needed her. I dreamed of her taking me away, I wanted her to strip me, straddle me, laying me bare and plunder every part of me, for anything she wanted.

I wanted her to own me as I hope she felt the same way about me."

~end of entry

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After a long but peaceful plane ride back home, Shay, Celeste, and I made it back from Paris.

It was really early in the morning when we got back, our plane was scheduled to leave at night via Paris time, which meant when we got back home in the states, it was already and about to be night / early morning here.

I had contacted Horatio before boarding the plane and after we landed, just to keep him up to date with everything.

He told me that he would keep a look out for me at our cottage and there for me when I come back, which already made me blush and my heart raced just thinking about it.

"Thinking about your lover over there, Ella?" Asked Celeste while taking a glance at me through the above rear view mirror in the car.

Glancing up at her while widening my eyes a little from the back seat of the car as the darkness from the outside came and passed through multiple times.

"Oh my goodness, can you hear my mind from the inside, Celeste?" I giggled as did she and Shay too.

"Don't worry, bestie! We're almost home and there you can let loose" Said Shay as she playfully winked at me, and then giggled more.

"Bestie woah! Haha. Can we all just stick to having a regular conversation for about one minute?" I playfully asked.

Shay and Celeste laughed with me and understood what I asked and that was exactly what we did, even all the way till we reached my house, excuse me, Horatio and I's house.

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"Thank you for such a wonderful time and experience in Paris, bestie! I had a blast and I am super duper happy you were able to join us, Celeste!" I chirped while smiling the biggest smile.

"Aww why of course, bestie! Anything for you! I'm really happy that you enjoyed your time. We definitely need to head back again soon!" Replied Shay as she turned around to face me in the driver's seat, also smiling the biggest smile too.

Celeste turned to face me while sitting in the passenger's seat, smiling ear to ear, "I had a blast girlfriend! It was dreamy. The three of us need to do that again soon sometime!"

We all agreed and nodded our heads after what Celeste said. I then said my goodbyes and farewells after getting my suitcase from the car, with the help of my bestie, as Celeste stayed in the car but rolled down her car window.

Shay and I hugged and told each other that we'd text each other later and talk more throughout the day. The same was said with Celeste too.

Shay got back into the car with Celeste and patiently waited and watched me make my way inside before they drove away.

I took a few steps toward my lovely cottage home, my suitcase wheeled a few feet behind me atop the semi loud pebbles and rocks that rested below my feet, and suddenly I was stopped in my tracks when the click of the front door was heard and Horatio appeared.

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I could feel my heartbeat faster, my face was becoming hot again, and a big smile splashed on my face, as did Horatio.

He quickly ran from the front door step and ran straight over to me and instantly wrapped his strong arms around me, bear hugging me and lifted me up off the ground a little as I hugged him back,and as I gently wrapped my legs around his waist and legs.

Spinning me around and swaying back and forth a little. Shay and Celeste watched the entire encounter, causing them to say cute and funny things out loud from where they were sitting in the car.

"Aww!!!" Was what echoed through my ears coming from my two girl friends. Causing Horatio and I to giggle as our foreheads gently rested against one another for a moment.

Still being held by Horatio as my back was now facing the girls, as Horatio stood behind, lifting his head up and waved while giggling more straight ahead at Shay and Celeste.

They waved back and then said bye to us again and drove off, finally letting Horatio and I have alone time again.

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As we continued to stand still outside for a few minutes more, we engulfed in each other's love and company, whispering to one another, "I'm so happy that you're back, darling. I missed you so much!"

"I missed you so much too, love. I am really happy to be back with you!" I whispered back to him as he quickly pecked the tip of my nose.

"I hope you had a wonderful time" Horatio whispered as he kissed my cheek, causing me to blush.

I nodded my head slowly and kissed his forehead, "yes"

He nodded his head and hummed softly for a few moments while tightening his hold around me just a bit more. "Mmm that's good to hear, my love"

There was a silence for a moment but not for long, "I need you, Arabella. I want you Arabella" he whispered to me, but in a soft yet husky deep tone. Sending a shiver down my spine

"I'm all yours, Horatio. Instruct me on what I need to do, what you would like me to do" I replied softly as I gently rubbed the back of his neck.

"Thank you, my love. I will but first let's get you settled in first" Whispered Horatio as he quickly kissed my neck and then took us inside our cottage, quickly closing and locking the front door on the way in.

Thankfully, there wasn't that much I had to do like unpacking wise. I simply placed my suitcase to the side in Horatio and I's bedroom and then took off my shoes and jacket and then joined him on our shared bed.

We cuddled with each other for a few minutes. Horatio then slowly began to sit up, his hips nearly sitting atop of me as he rested his head on his hand.

"May I give you another massage, my darling queen?" He whispered as a smirk on his face appeared.

Smiling and giggling at his question, I immediately nodded my head and booped his nose, which made him giggle adorably.

"Of course you can, I live for your massages" I winked at him before leaning forward and pecking his lips.

Before I knew it, I was in his trance and only listened to him as his hands delicately moved up and down the surface of my back, immediately relaxing me as I closed my eyes and relaxed in his touch.

"Here I go, all the way up. As my fingers glide delicately across the skin on your neck" He whispered as his fingers did exactly that, causing me to flush on the inside once more.

Seconds after he did that, I wanted to step it up a notch, mainly for him and see what would happen. Make him feel the same way he made me feel.

One of my hands began to snake around from behind and gently rested atop his thigh, just barely reaching anything off limits, but hey, was that really the case?

Me doing that surprised him, but in a good way. His soft chuckle echoed through my ears and leaned towards me again, planting soft kisses on my neck.

Shortly after that, I turned my body around to face him fully, practically sitting in his lap at this point. Him and I both smiled at one another as he gently pushed me closer to him, his hand gently sprawled out on my back.

"Are you ready for this, my love?" He whispered softly as I again nodded my head,

"Yes I am. Are you?" I asked softly too. Horatio, tilting his head as he chuckled

"Always, my love! And don't worry, I'll be gentle. Or at least try to be haha" Horatio leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips, which I gladly kissed back.

The fun was unleashed and the adventure had just begun to unwind…

-end of part 2

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I hope you all enjoyed the read. I adore Thomas Doherty so so much and all of his tv and movie characters. Writing stories of and about them is something I've always loved and enjoyed to do. Writing a story of Horatio and turning it (the story) into a mini series was something I've always wanted to do, espcially after hearing those Quinn audios! They are *chefs kiss*.

I don't think there's any other Horatio fanfics on here or anywhere (please let me know if there are! I need more of him lol) I think it's cool that I might be the first writer of a Horatio fanfic. And I will see you in the next one <3

[greenglyphs]

Welcome!

Hello!

I'm not sure who you are or how you found this blog, but I welcome you all the same! You can call me ZB if you'd like, or if you're feeling adventurous (or are an avid fan of cosmic horror) you can call me Kewlthulhu. I've created this blog as a space to upload my writing in the hopes that it can motivate me to achieve my dreams and change myself for the better!

Since I was young, the process of writing and world building has always fascinated me. There is just something special about being able to pour your heart and soul into a living, breathing universe for the purpose of telling a compelling story. Over time, I lost sight of that desire within me and found myself walking down a different path-one that was likely more responsible, but unfulfilling and soulless. My desire to write something that I could be proud of laid buried within me.

Over the past few years, I've connected (and reconnected) with a number of people who have rekindled that interest and pushed me to challenge myself. From their influence I've submitted some short stories for some writing contests and participated in writing prompt challenges, but never have I felt that I could ever come close to achieving my original dream of building a living, breathing world of my own. It's for this reason that I find myself at the crossroads of my life, creating this blog as a vow to myself. I will set out to one day achieve this dream, regardless of the form it takes. I will do it not for fortune, nor fame or exposure, but for my own sake. If I can create something substantial that even one person can enjoy, it will prove to me that dreams can come true!

The road of this journey is certain to be long and unknowable. Even now I'm struggling to determine where to start and how frequent to push myself. I imagine this place will remain a dumping ground for some time: a place where tangents and non sequiturs roam wildly amongst a backdrop of novel ideas and ramblings. After all, any writing is better than none, right? So sit back and kick your feet up, whoever you are, and whether my grammar and stories invoke a wince to your eyes or a tear to your cheeks, let me know!

With love and appreciation,

ZB

[weird-is-life]

Snatch that diploma and run

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Sumarry: Eddie ask the smartest girl in the class to help him get his diploma.

Warnings: language, fluff

Words: 1.1k Masterlist Not my gif

(English is not my first, so please excuse any grammar /spelling mistakes)

It was a regular day at school, i went to all of my classes, got lunch and then went to the library to study.

I had loads of stuff to study, because of the graduations coming up fast. I was always an A+ student, so I wanted to do good on the final test.

I had my head burried in the notes, when somebody stood up in front of me. I lifted my head to see who it was and let's just say, that I didn't expect to see Eddie 'the freak' Munson standing there. I never liked that people called him that.

"Umm hi?" i said, trying to figure out what he wanted.

"Hey" he looked really nervous and he was fidgeting a lot.

"Do you need something?" i asked.

"Yeah, um, i really need to pass this year's test, to finally get my diploma and graduate. I mean i've been trying to for the last 3 years and i really really want to finally get it, you know. I already know that the test is hard. I wrote it 2 times already and failed. I even studied and nothing. So I was wondering, that uhm... maybe.. that... i was wondering like if you would be down to help me out, like tutor me, so I could pass it" he vomited the words in one breath.

I was surprised by him approaching me. Like we weren't friends or anything, we shared a few classes and that's it. I don't think we ever spoke more than 5 words together. And now he was standing in front of me, looking like lost puppy. I always thought he was cute, but i didn't think that we would ever hang out.

And I think if i hadn't said anything to him right away, he would have turned around and walked out of there.

"Alright, sure Munson. I take 10$ for an hour. We can meet tomorrow 6 p.m. at my house. Don't be late or you can find somebody else to tutor you" he was looking at me with big eyes and i could see that he was happy, that i agreed.

"Also don't forget to bring your books and notes" i highly doubted that he had any notes, but i hoped he atleast had the books.

"Really?" he asked with a bright smile.

"Yup. So again don't be late. See you tomorrow" i said, voice all serious. I knew that he wasn't the best student, but i was going to give him a chance. I heard things about Eddie Munson, obviously he wasn't an angel, but i would give him the benefit of doubt.

"Thank you so so much Y/N, i won't be late, promise. See ya" i could see that he was really happy, he was literally skipping on his way out of the library.

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It was 6.10 p.m. and Eddie was nowhere in sight. I was starting to question how could i have been so fuckinh stupid to agree to help him out, it was probably just a stupid prank. But you know, that happiness on his face when i agreed seemed real, so I didn't know what to think.

So 5 minutes later, when i already gave up on waiting, the bell rang.

I opened the door and saw Eddie standing there . He had apologetic expression on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"I'm so freaking sorry, that i'm late. I swear to you, that i didn't mean to, but the kids needed a ride from the campaign and i agreed to drive them home. And then i realised i was late, i tried to get here as quickly as i could. I'm really sorry, please don't make mé leave " he said that so quickly, that I barely understood everything . I could see, that he really was sorry.

I didn't like people waisting my time by coming late, but i would make a exception this time.

"Are these for me?" i pointed to the flowers.

"Oh yes, i quickly bought them to try to soften you" he gave them to me, with a hesitant smile. They were beautiful and they did their purpose.

" You are lucky, you're cute Munson and that you brought these flowers"i teased him," but next time it won't work, got it "i pointed a finger to his chest. He just nodded and i had to laugh at him, he looked a little scared by me.

"Okay now you can come in, we need to prepare you for the test" i gestured for him to come in.

"You are amazing, thank you, thank you, thank you" he seemed relieved and stepped inside.

"Okay so make yourself at home, do you want anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?" i asked and showed him to go sit down in the living room.

"Water is okay, thanks"

I went to grab the drinks and my books and notes. When i got to the table, Eddie had a few books spread and to my surprise even some notes.

"Here you go" i handed him the water, "We can start by you telling me what is the biggest problem for you" i sat down next to him.

"Biggest problem? How about everything?" i just sighed and mentally prepared myself for the tough few hours.

But it wasn't bad at all. He actually knew quite a lot, a lot more than he said. I explained him some things and he didn't need much more to understand it. I didn't even know how he couldn't pass 2 times.

Although after 2 hours of intense studying, i thought it was time to stop.

"I think that's good for today, i think you did great today, you are much much smarter than you say, you know. But we can meet like in a few days again, if you want to" i gave him a smile.

"I'm not, you are just a great teacher" he winked at me, that made me blush.

"Well thank you. But i think you underestimate yourself, you knew almost everything we did today"

"Thank you m'lady, hopefully with your help, i'll finally pass" he had a smile full of hope.

"You will. You know Eddie, you are not what i thought you'd be like" i chuckled.

"What did you think i would be like ?" he asked, face all curious.

"Maybe i'll tell you next time, i'll see you " this time it was my turn to wink at him.

"How about you tell me over a dinner" he said with a surprise burst of confidence. I did not expect that, but sure i would definitely go out with him. I liked him, he was fun and nice. He also had a handsome face, so yup, i would go out with him .

"Don't get ahead of yourself now Munson" i giggled, "but if you pass the test i will gladly go. "

"That's some real motivation to pass it, okay yeah, you got it, so what's your favorite restaurant " he smirked and i just had to laugh at his antics.

Hey guys, thank you for reading. This was probably really bad, but well it is what it is, lmao. Feedback is always appreciated. Hope you are doing good. Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

[voluptuarian]

The Worst History/Mythology Posts I've Ever Seen

Idk sometimes I see some unbelievable horseshit on here in the history or myth tags so bad I can't just let it go, I have to address it. However getting into online drama with someone who is obviously clueless or purposely spreading lies is not only a waste of time, but not my style. So I've decided to post up some excerpts from the most offensive takes I've seen for my own satisfaction and your potential viewing pleasure. (I'm not including anything from Tiktok or Twitter, otherwise I'd never be able to choose-- this is just Tumblr brand brainrot).

I love this one-- first off, whiteness as a concept didn't exist, so "white savior" can't be workably applied here, so define what's meant here about these "vibes" with Real Words. Secondly, in a geographic and cultural context where every other Roman of note claimed descent from some god or hero, and were frequently deified after death (and in the case of Julius Caesar, in life), the old pharaohs had proclaimed themselves gods since time immemorial, and even Alexander (whose Egypt she lived in) was identified as the son of a god in 2 different religions, Cleopatra identifying herself as one is definitely too much, right? (Also who "criticized" her-- the Romans??)

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And on the topic of Egypt, I found this post about Rhodopis-- which to start op claims they were fighting another equally delusional person on twitter who claimed Rhodopis was actually black; op then corrects that she wasn't, she was Greek, but that's the last glimmer of hope we get

kjhfkjdahkhjakgjh just. Where does it say that op. Who said that. What source is there for this concept. (see the above, "whiteness" as a racial concept didn't exist, which makes this even funnier).

The decline of Egypt began with its conquest by the Persians in the 600s BC; Alexander's takeover followed his conquest of Persia, since Egypt was a Persian satrapy (this was in the 300s BC). The courtesan Rhodopis lived in the 600s, Archaic Greece-- 300 years before Alexander got there. Also "fall" is an odd term to describe the Ptolemaic dynasty, especially since it isn't applied to the Persian conquest; Egypt remained semi-autonomous until after the Roman takeover, which incidentally, we're about to get to

This is untrue across the board. First, while Arsinoe and Cleopatra had the same father, we're not sure they had the same mother. So Arsinoe's ethnicity does not prove Cleopatra's and vice versa. The "bones" in question are a headless skeleton which may be Arsinoe's but has not been conclusively identified (the fact that it wasn't mummified being one of the major reasons to doubt the identification); the "tests" in question refer to analysis of measurements of the skull which were done in the 20s-- the skull itself has been lost. The measurements show traits typical of black and North African genetics, but also are not conclusive. So in summation, archeologists found a fancy tomb and a woman's headless skeleton and think she might have been mixed race-- it doesn't prove Arsinoe's race, and certainly not Cleopatra's.

(Also doing my best to spare you all the numerous grammar/spelling errors throughout this post, as well as the superior *nails emoji* attitude that pervades every line)

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and lastly, some Greek mythology! A post about famously cuddly and loveable war god, and apparent bastion of modern morality, Ares!

First off

words that killed me on sight, I can't even handle it. This is how I want to see every Greek mythology post started from now on

whAT DOES this even MEAN

literally flatlining here

yes, that's definitely an anti-rape stance, not a possessive god thing, for sure. Also if he was so anti-rape, maybe he shouldn't have been the personification of the most violent, animalistic aspects of war and conquest?

putting these back to back because they're basically the same thing, but the *sparkles* kill me. Also, didn't you know that the Spartans were fierce warrior women??? (I swear to God, if a genie gave me 3 wishes I'd spend one on erasing the knowledge of Sparta from the average American brain) Let's not even get into the ethics of "homosexuality" i.e. pederasty here and how they relate to the aforementioned supposed anti-rape policy.

and op doesn't drop the ball with the conclusion, we get this beautiful cherry on top to sum it all up

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And here ends this installment, but expect this to become a series because sadly there is no end to this shit, and I've got to cope somehow…

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

Afterglow Part Twenty.

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Warnings: grammar, spelling. I'm sorry in advance.

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You looked at the bookstore anxiously. You and Heeseung had spent the day cleaning, making sure the store was spotless. It's not it was the first time the StuCo guys were coming but it had been a few years since they'd been here.

Mama Kang had been over the moon, she had loved your StuCo peers as her own children. For her it was children coming home after going off to university in another city. Which wasn't wrong, you'd lost contact after high school, and it was a stroke of luck that you had gotten back into contact with them.

"We did a good job, now all that's left is to wait for everyone" Heeseung smiled at you. He slumped onto one beany bag, not wanting to get up, cleaning the bookstore was always his least favourite thing to do.

You smiled back and nodded your head. As much as you loved cleaning, even you were tired out after today, but meeting friends would be the rejuvenation you needed.

Before you knew it, the bell on the door was chiming, signalling someone entering. You turned expecting to greet Sunghoon who was the most punctual person you'd known.

To your surprise it was the IT Boys who were first. You smiled at them, going to hug each of them but they each had dishes in their hands. Confused you looked at them in silence.

Hearing the bell, Heeseung had woken up from the short-lived nap he wanted to take. Seeing three boys he didn't know that well he awkwardly stood behind you. Exchanging small smiles with each boy.

"Uh what have you guys brought?" You asked.

Theo smiled brightly at you, motioning for u to lift the lid of the box he was holding. Looking at him suspiciously you lifted the lid.

"Kimchi fried rice, one of my favourite foods" you said. Theo nodding his head proudly.

"It was Intak's idea, we haven't seen Mama Kang in so long, so he proposed that we bring the food and we all brought some favourite dish of yours" Keeho told you with a smile showing all his teeth.

You couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief. It didn't shock you that this was Intak's idea. Since he became a part of the StuCo, he was attuned to your needs and was the one who took care of you. That is until you and Sunghoon started dating.

"What foods do the two of you have then?" Heeseung asked. Motioning for the boys to put their dishes on the big table in the middle of the room.

"I'm sure Pres remembers what a disaster I am in the kitchen, so I brought store bought dip and chips for Nachos" Keeho said sheepishly. You just laughed whacking his arm lightly.

"Don't remind me of the time you burned water Keeho" You replied. Heeseung looked at you confused but you just laughed at his confused Bambi look.

"I've got your favourite fried chicken, homemade like that time you and Mama Kang taught me" Intak told you proudly. Once he put the dish down, you couldn't help but hug him tightly. He hugged you back, holding you like if he let go, you'd disappear. You whispered thanks into his ear while hugging him.

The sight of you and Intak hugging is what greeted the girlies when they walked in.

Chaeryeong sneakily held her plate of food in one arm to get a picture of the two of you hugging.

The sound of a clearing throat is what made you detach from Intak. You looked behind him to see everyone else, the girls with plates in their hand and the other boys.

Seeing you Riki ran, practically jumping on you. Which would’ve made you fall on your back had Intak not steadied you from behind.

"Yah Riki, you literally just saw her in the day and now you want her to end up in a hospital, get off noona" Jungwon scolded Riki, who let go of you, going to stand with Jungwon, glaring at Keeho.

Seeing that, Sunoo elbowed him, motioning that you were watching. This made Riki give a fake smile to Keeho who just looked scared.

At this moment. Your mum came bursting in the door and immediately starting hugging everyone, she hadn't seen in years.

When she saw that they'd brought food, she almost cried but made all the StuCo people to promise to come over for dinner so she can cook for them.

Just as quickly as your mum came, she left.

"So should I introduce everyone to each other" you asked once everyone had settled in sitting on bean bags around the big table with all the food.

"No need YNie, Heeseung hyung introduced us when you were still talking to Mama Kang" Sunoo tells you. Well, that saved you the awkwardness of introducing everyone.

"President Kang, I’d like to make it known that you replaced me with this Kim Sunoo kid" Theo said to you. You turned to him, even though you were in the middle of a conversation with Lia.

"What are you on about now Theo" you asked him confused.

"This guy is just as chaotic as I am, I do not appreciate being replaced by my one and only president Kang" Theo said dramatically.

You just laughed, Theo would never change, and you loved but also hated his chaotic evil tendencies.

"Ah there's a difference, Sunoo isn’t chaotic evil like you, he's just chaotic" you said laughing.

"If anyone else dared to call Sunoo hyung chaotic, he'd hurt them but when YN does it, it's okay... I see the favouritism" Riki teased Sunoo who just rolled his eyes at Riki, while everyone else laughed.

"Like you aren't YN's favourite either your giant fetus" Sunghoon said jokingly. Making everyone laugh again.

"No but this talk of favouritism reminds me of when Intak was President Kang's favourite, and he wasn't even part of the main council" Chaeryeong said laughing.

You looked at Chaeryeong confused, you didn't think you played favourites when you were president but clearly Chaeryeong saw something else.

"Oi, I wasn't the favourite, I just made sure she ate and didn't over work herself, when Sunghoon and her started dating, it became his job to do that" Intak defended himself fervently.

"Lies, Hwang Intak as your sister, I witnessed you making sure Ynah was eating and not over working even after they got together" Yeji said laughing.

"Why are u guys making it sound like Sunghoon didn't take care of me, he took care of me well" You said defending Sunghoon. The conversation had taken a weird turn and you didn't know where it was going.

"They don't mean it like that President Kang, but it was quite obvious that inside the council Intak was taking care of you and outside it was Park Sunghoon" Theo says calmly. That one comment makes things erupt into chaos.

Different people saying different things. Jake, Heeseung and Riki fighting about how Sunghoon was a good boyfriend to you while Lia, Chaeryeong and Yeji were arguing about how Intak took better care of you whenever he was around you.

Sighing, you whistled loudly.

"This was supposed to be a fun get together not a debate about who took better care of me. Which by the way, I took great care of myself thanks guys. I wasn't relying on Sunghoon or Intak in the slightest" you say frustrated. This was not how you wanted this get together to go.

"Moving on from that debate swiftly why hasn't Sunghoon hyung or Jake hyung been included in your hangouts" Riki asked suddenly. You just face palmed. This was going to erupt in another debate.

"I already explained it to you Riki, Jake and I weren't part of the Student Council, why would they invite us when we weren't a part of it" Sunghoon said, from his tone it was obvious this wasn’t the first time he had said something to Riki.

"Haven't Sunghoon and YN broken up anyway, what's the point of bringing them together when we're drowning in nostalgia of our memories of StuCo, something Sunghoon wasn't a part of" Yeji said annoyed. Seemed like she didn't appreciate the way Riki was framing the question.

"Still, your all classmates, why not" Riki insisted. This wasn't going to end well and this time Riki deserved it since you had told him to be on his best behaviour.

"Look, we're friends with Kang YN, she was the StuCo president, we all were part of that council, Sunghoon was just her boyfriend. We were never friends with him as harsh as that is" Theo spelled out for Riki.

"Yeah, this is probably the most time I've spent with you guys. When we were in high school, we were all so busy, I only knew of y'all as people who work with my girlfriend. Sunoo and Heeseung hyung are legitimately the only friends of YN that I became close to" Sunghoon explained.

Just as Riki opened his mouth to say something, Jungwon stuffed Nachos into his mouth. Effectively shutting him up.

"I follow YN noona's example in being StuCo president" Jungwon says out of the blue, but it does the job of changing the subject.

Eventually everyone leaves and you are sitting with your mother at home. When your mum says something that shocks you.

"You know, I always thought that you and Intak would be a cute couple. I was shocked when you introduced me to Sunghoon as your boyfriend" she says calmly.

Your mind is anything but calm. It was bad enough that before with everyone you had been overanalysing your interactions with Intak. Trying to figure out if he really did take care of you as much as everyone seemed to remember.

But to you those were just friendly interactions. Sure, at one point you may have had feelings for Intak, but it was love at first sight for you with Sunghoon.

Rather than remembering the small things Intak did. You remembered each and every moment of Sunghoon taking care of you.

Those moments that seemed small and insignificant to others. Meant the most to you. To this day, you cherish those memories.

It is that thought that makes you bring out your phone to text Sunghoon.

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Summary: It's been 2 months since your break up with your boyfriend. It was not pretty, neither of you has contacted each other since. That is until a thread you make about rating your ex's using Taylor Swift songs reaches him.

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x female reader.

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Encanto's theory /!\SPOILERS /!\

Okay so, bare with me for a little while because I have that theory about the latest Disney's movie: Encanto. As the title says, there will be spoilers in there so if you haven't seen the movie yet, please just scroll. Also, there might be some grammar mistake, because English is not my first language.

So you are aware that every single person with Madrigal's blood has a power, a gift given by the miracle itself, as a "reward" for what abuelo Pedro had done to protect his wife and children. That's how I'm seeing it anyway. But here is the thing, I've seen the movie several times now and that's how I came to think that the powers given to them are here for a reason. We know the movie ends with casita coming back to life, thanks to Mirabel but… the mountain shielding them from the outside world is now cracked, giving a wide, open space for strangers to find their Encanto. Even if everything ends in a happy note, they are in far more danger than they had been in 50 years! The casa had to know what was coming and probably picked their gift so they will protect them and their community when the time comes.

Abuela: she inherited the miracle and is the one guiding all the youngster in the family to get their own gift.

Mirabel: In my opinion, she did not get an actual gift for two reasons. First, abuela Alma was losing "sight of who the miracle was for" (the next generations) but also because Alma was getting old, and they need someone to take-over the grandma's position as the human form of the Encanto. She is supposed to lead their people and, since she knows what it feels like to be "left out" and "unspecial", she noticed how a family suffered because of all the pressure, so she can protect and guide them properly. Plus, she's like, really clever, she can probably gather the entire town and family if something dangerous is coming for them.

Now for the triplets, Bruno, Peppa and Julietta: They are the three kids (now adults) who got a special gift first.

Bruno can see the future if he looks into it, and it seems he has a tendency to predict bad things. The dead goldfish, the "sorry you're bald dude", etc… of course, some of these turned to be good once we have the full story but the point is, he CAN see if someone's threatening them. With the mountain wild open to the outside world, he can warn the community so they'll be ready.

Peppa controls the weather. Rain, sun, fog, thunder, it's all under her will if she gains control of it. Of course, she never actually managed to do it because of all the pressure their mother put on their shoulders. She's extra anxious, she really needs to work on that, but with time, Peppa is totally capable of causing the deepest fog ever so possible invaders got lost for days, giving them more time to be prepared.

Julietta can heal you with food. When you are in the middle of a possible battle/invasion, or if you need to flee your house and hide in the woods for God knows how long, that mean she can heal the wounded or sick with berries, mushrooms etc. No worries about getting short of medications or bandages.

As for their kids:

Dolores can hear everything from several miles away, which can be a good indicator of if strangers are coming through the mountains, how far away they are and with which purpose (friends or foes). With Bruno and his visions, she's the first that will know about the dangers and warn the family. So if Bruno says "Oy, vision says people are coming and they'll attack us", she can spy for the people living in the Encanto.

Camilo and his shape-shifting ability is probably the next useful gift. Let's claim that, with Dolores guidance, they capture an invader. Camilo can then take their appearance, mix with the strangers, and then report their plans to the community.

Antonio is still a child so, of course, we're not going to let him fight in the front. But basically, he can just ask the animals to protect them, and they'll probably tear apart what's threatening their cute little friend. The birds and animals are everywhere in the forest, and they too can create a gigantic chain to report what's happening, with Antonio acting as a translator. I mean, we see it can works, when the rats report everything Bruno share with Mirabel, so he can offer his room for their much-needed vision.

Isabela now knows she can grow raw of roses, of course, but also carnivorous plants, trees (in the blink of an eye), vines etc… if she wanted to, she could just Clayton's someone without much trouble! (if you don't get that reference, see the Tarzan's movie) The best way to trick invaders? Grow an entirely new forest within the night so, when they wake up, they have no clue of where they are and from where they came from.

Luisa finally learned to relax and let's be frank, she needed it! I've been overjoyed when she relaxed with a drink by the end of the movie. In fact, with an incoming danger, I'm pretty sure she can just push the two sides of the broken mountain together. Or, other option, create huge barricades.

So yeah, my theory is that the house knew the whole abuela situation, collapsing family, would happen. So to protect them, it gives all the Madrigals the gifts they will need to survive after that. Visions to warn them, super hearing, shape-shifting and talk to animal to spy on their enemies, super-strenght and control over nature to create a shield almost impossible to break and, with Mirabel, their next leader because abuela will be either too old or dead when it will happen.

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You have lost the count of how many minutes you've been sitting in the locker room, in silence. Your head is loud enough right now. Hank has left the police station already, and you're waiting the time accorded before doing the same and driving your way to his house. Almost one year and you keep staying there ten minutes more than him, to not make anyone suspect about your relationship. But you aren't sure if you're ready to go.

The fear of losing Hank for what you have to tell him is consuming you, like a big fire reducing your bones to ashes. It's painful, for describing it somehow. The pressure within your chest is going to kill you, suddenly breaking into an anguish crying, resting your back against the wall and curling your legs to your torso. The two of you haven't talked about starting a family. The loss of Justin still being an open wound, bleeding a little bit every day. How are you supposed to tell him that you're pregnant?

“(Y/N)?”

Antonio's voice races your heart, peeking his head out through the lockers. He sounds worried. He looks worried, walking slowly towards you without profering any sharp move. Kneeling next to you, not sure about what he can do, the detective holds your hand to caress the back of them with his thumb; thinking that this gesture can help you to relax. But the sob continues stuck in your throat and the tears roam your cheek like a torrential and furious racing river.

Sitting down by your side, Antonio places an arm over your shoulders, urging you to rest your head on his. He doesn't know what to say. And even if he wanted to say something, his vocal cords fail when your phone dings with a notification and he sees the screen illuminating over the floor. Hank. “Voight?” He thinks raising up an eyebrow, in a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“Where are you? Something jumped off?”

Grabbing your phone and blocking it to keep it inside your pocket, you turn at the man. Your lips are trembling. You're not sure if you can talk, but you need to rip it off from your chest. You don't want to lose Hank, at this point, not even your work matters.

“Ant—Antonio… I am… pregnant”.

Shaking his head slightly, his eyes widened surprised. His forefinger points at the floor for a moment, to the position of your phone a second ago, asking without words if Hank is the father. You nod pressing your lips. He's in shock. You can see in his eyes, trying to find the correct sentence to say. Congratulations? Are you kidding me? Voight, seriously?

“We… started to date… a year and a half ago and… hm… made it official almost a ye—year ago”.

“Who knows it?”

“Only you. No one else. And I'm terrified, be—because… I was there when he lost Justin and… shit, we've always taken all the care, but… this happened”. Biting your bottom lip, as the tears keep filling up your eyes, you try to not cry anymore. “I don't know… how to tell him. I don't know if he wants this. I don't want to lose him, Antonio”.

“Hey, listen now. You're not gonna lose him, okay?” Turning his body at you and adopting your same position, he hits your shoulder briefly with his fist. “I've an idea. Write him and tell him that you're on your way and meet me in the hall”.

Nodding, he shows you a soft smile before standing up to leave the locker room. Cleaning your cheeks with the back of your hands, you do exactly what he has told you. After writing to your boyfriend and picking up your things, you walk out of the place to wait downstairs. Not a minute after, Antonio comes from behind the main desk saying his goodbye to Platt, before following you to the outside.

Offering you the bag he's carrying in his right hand, keeping the other in a pocket, you take it with curiosity.

“This department, his career, is his life. This is a good way to tell him”.

Grabbing the piece of clothing inside it, you read the emblem of Chicago P.D. before noticing the small size of the shirt.

“We usually give these shirts to the kids who come to see the station”.

Yes. That's the better idea. Your lips curve up in a tender grin of gratitude. You can't help but hug him, without caring who can be watching you.

“C'mon, go to his house and give it to him”.

“Thank you, Antonio… I don't… I don't know what to say”.

“You don't have to. Tell me tomorrow how it has goin'”.

In silence, you nod after placing a kiss on his cheek, keeping back the grey t-shirt inside the bag to go find your car in the private parking.

As always, the road is somewhat empty, reaching Hank's neighborhood in a sight. You can see the lights turned on inside, through the windows, and a free place to park your SUV behind his. Taking your time to leave your car there, you step out having a deep breath trying to calm yourself and your nerves. In your head dance a lot of possible ways about how he will react, and every one of them scares you like never.

Putting your eyes on the bag, you find the needed encouragement to come into his house. Leaving your backpack at the entrance, you lead your steps to the back garden, finding Hank sitting on a wooden chair, leaning forward and shaking his knees nervously. You haven't come this ‘late’ before. But as soon as you sit by his side, placing the bag over the dinner table, he feels less agitated.

Resting his back against his chair, tangling his hands over his abdomen, he can't help but feel curiosity about the content of it and the worrying installed on your face.

“What kind of hell are you into, hm?”

Rubbing the line of his jaw with his thumb, he intertwines his hands again waiting for a response. Maybe we need to talk aren't the words you want to choose, but they're the ones that escape from your throat. Watching how his face hardens, you gulp before licking your bottom lip.

“I don't know how it happened. It's not like… I planned it”.

“Don't beat around the bush and be clear with me”. Hank gesticulates with his forefinger, as he always does when he's losing his nerves. “That's why you have been acting distant, right? If you don't want to continue, just tell me”.

He hisses the last three words, hiding the misery in his tone of voice, leaning forward to you. And that really hurts you, to think that he believes you don't love him anymore. That he may think that his life is not compatible with yours. But that's bullshit. You would make them both fit at any cost, if you would have to.

“What? No, no, no! I'm not going to leave you, Hank. I don't want to”.

“Then, what is this about?”

You can't help but close your eyes and take a deep, deep, deep breath until you feel your lungs about to explode. Expelling the air through your nostrils, you decide to give him the bag instead of continuing screwing up the situation by using the wrong words. Frowning, he slides his hand inside it to take off the shirt of small size. Putting it between his fingers and in front of his hands, Hank raises an eyebrow without understanding what that shirt means.

“You stole it?”

“Technically… It wasn't me, but… Antonio”.

“Antonio stole a shirt and gave it to you, because he doesn't know how to return it?”

Moving your lips in silence, trying to say something, you can't believe he's really this fucking dumb. Shrugging he keeps it back inside the bag, pressing his lips.

“I will do it tomo—”.

“To be a detective, you're too stupid, Henry”. The laugh fills up the garden for a moment, starting to feel less scared than five minutes ago. “Hold the shirt again and put that brain of yours to work”.

He grunts tired of your games, doing what you just told him. Placing it stretched over the table, your boyfriend seems thoughtful rubbing his chin. Looking at you sideways, he shakes his head not getting what you want to tell him, turning towards you clapping his hands.

“I hate riddles. Spit it of a damn time, sweetheart”.

“I'm pregnant”.

Hank doesn't move a single inch of his body, as if he hadn't listened to you. His brown eyes are glued on yours. He doesn't even blink, looking at you as if he's studying your face to make sure himself that it's not a macabre joke. That you aren't kidding. That you're telling him the truth. When he kisses his lips, still remaining silence, you feel at the edge.

“Listen, I was scared of telling you. Not only because it means that people should know we are together, but because I don't know how you feel about it. But I swear for my badge, if you don't say anything in ten seconds, I'm gonna punch you in the face. And believe me, I have had a horrible day, Hank. Got too much rage accumulated in my hands”.

“I don't know what to say”. He whispers while you finish your threat.

Barely breathing, you nod, licking your incisors, putting your gaze away somewhere in the garden. It wasn't the response you wanted to hear, but it was the one you were waiting for. Being sure that he's going to end your relationship, but at least taking care of your baby, the tears fill up your eyes, reddening them again.

Cleaning a furtive one running down your left cheek, you get up from your seat about to leave the porch to come into the house, grab your things and go to your apartment. The only thing you were afraid of since you met him is now destroying you slowly. But Hank doesn't let you pass him away, gently gripping your forearm to make you take a step back and sit on his lap.

“I'm sorry…” You sob covering your face with both hands, not being able to look at him.

“Why?”

“I just… I don't wanna lose you. I've never felt happier in my… fucking life, before meeting you. I'm my best version since we're together. I lo—I love you with all my heart, I swear it…”

“Is this because of Justin?”

Your cry suddenly stops, using the sleeves of your jacket to clean your face, raising it towards him. It's been a long time since you talked about his son for the last time, keeping the mourning for himself.

“I saw you, Hank. You were devastated… Your wound is still bleeding and it's okay. It's normal, I understand it. I will never tell you to not cry for him. I didn't want you to… feel like I'm trying to cover this hole in your heart, just because the only thing I want is you to be happy. I didn't wa—”.

“Justin died, that's a fact. I miss him every day of my life. I should have been a better father for him. Maybe he would be alive now, maybe that night wouldn't have ever happened. But that doesn't mean I don't want this”. He points at the grey t-shirt, giving you some hope. “There's no one who cares more about me than you do. I've imagined my life with you thousands of times. How it would be to have a family together. Do the right thing, because it's never too late to change. And as you said so, you made me a better man too. I want it, (Y/N). I want this life with you. I want this kid. And I want you”.

You pout at him, feeling much better knowing that everything is clear. Placing a hand on the back of your neck, he pushes you closer to catch your lips with his to transmit you all the happiness and the tenderness he has inside his soul, after giving him this second chance in life.

“We will talk with Crowley and Platt tomorrow, okay with that?” You nod in response. “So… Antonio knows, uh?”

“Yeah, he… found me crying in the locker room and saw your message on my phone. It was his idea”.

“He had a good one”. Hank assures while chuckling, urging to rest your head against his chest. “I will give him a biscuit tomorrow, you know, for being a smart dog”.

“He wasn't in Narcotics for anything…”

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When you heard that Coco had been shot, your heart suddenly stopped. It was four days ago in some kind of dog's fight, as Chuckie told you at the scrapyard. Bishop needed someone to take care of him while they were investigating what happened, so you offered yourself without doubting it.

Much to your regret, you are only two good friends, even if you feel more things that you can't explain, about which you haven't talked with anyone. And thanks to your work in the hospital, you managed a room only for him, so he could rest as much as he wanted, as much as he needed. But your back hurts like hell after being sleeping on the sofa, close to the bed, just to make sure that you were able to attend to all his necessities for minimal they were.

These days there, you have learned a lot about him, about his curiosities, about his fears; spending his time awake talking with you to keep his mind entertained, to not think about the pain in his lower abdomen. Your mates took the bullet in a jiffy, but, normally, the sorrow remains for a couple of weeks. Luckily, he only complained when the hour of the next turn of medicines was close.

You have tried to not think about your feelings the time you were in the hospital, but it was impossible. All you wanted to do was to lie by his side on the bed, embrace him between your arms and kiss him, having to conform yourself with holding his hand and resting your cheek on the mattress. Your eyes have never left his eyes, not even when he was sleeping, on alert in case of an unforeseen because of pain, or an infection, or God who knows. You were really paranoid.

“You ready?”

Coco glared at you, slightly tilting his head. You had asked the same question five times in the last two minutes. Offering him a hand to secure himself, the mexican put down from the hospital bed, ready to leave and go home. Angel and Gilly had cleaned his house, even if you insisted to Bishop that you could do it. But he asked you back to stay with him till the next morning, so he wouldn't stay the night alone until they came back from the other side of the border.

Two knocks in the opened door brought you back to reality from your own thoughts, in the meantime that you helped Coco to wear his leather kutte. Directing your tired eyes to the entrance of the room, you found three Vicki's girls, happily waving their hands. Raising an eyebrow confused and your lips pressed, they came in without asking.

“Papi, we've missed you”. The latin and playful tone of voice from Mariela, as she swung her hips to your friend, gave you shivers.

In just one sight, your presence was pushed to the background. These girls hadn't even called to ask about his state of health and, now, they were there as if they did all the work you did —delighted, of course. Trying to keep calm, you put Coco's clothes into his bag, zipping it when everything is ready.

“No te preocupes, we take care of him now”. Carolina sentenced with contempt and superiority, grabbing his stuff ready to abandon the hospital.

“Yeah, mami. Go home and rest”. His words hurt. More than a bullet.

Preferring their company besides yours let you know that he hadn't taken in count what you did. And yes, you did it because you wanted, but you also thought that maybe could mean a step ahead. But it wasn't. Not saying a word, doing anything but a simple nod with your chin, you grabbed your bag to step out from there. Ashamed. Feeling stupid.

Two weeks have passed and Coco has come back to the clubhouse. This time you have been doing extra shifts to compensate for your lost days taking care of him, almost walking like a zombie from home to work, and from work to home. So, when Bishop invites you to a party in his honor, you decline it. You are too tired physically to assist and tired mentally for foolishness. What is the point of going to a party to see Coco having fun with those bitches? You have had enough after two weeks without receiving a single text to thank you or to know how you are. He hasn't even cared about the fact that you haven't shown up in the club for two weeks. That's the little he thinks in your friendship.

Zapping from one channel to another, you try to find something to watch. A movie, a tv show, whatever that helps to distract your mind, while you enjoy thai noodles with beef. Finally finding an action movie, you cover yourself with a cozy blanket, grabbing the cardboard box to start your dinner. The ringtone of your phone interrupts your calm, with Coco's name on the screen. At first, you don't want to answer, but he continues insisting for more than three long minutes. Hanging up and calling again. With a furious growl installed in your throat, you leave over the table your dinner to grab your phone.

“The fuck means you aren' comen'?”

He doesn't even let you say hi or how are you.

“It means that I'm tired and I have to work at five”.

“I don' think one damn beer reverses your sleeping schedule, Yo' Grace”.

“Fuck you, Jonathan. I've been working double shifts to cover the hours I was taking care of you in th—”.

“Nobody asked you to do it”.

Eyes widened and your heart racing. You can't believe he just said that.

“Yeah, nobody did. But your hermanos preferred to be on the other side of the border. Your putas preferred to be partying and sucking dicks in Vicki's. And your mamá sent me pal' carajo when I called to tell her what happened. I did it because I was your friend. Because I cared about you. Because seeing you there with… all those tubes was killing me. That shit continues giving me nightmares every fucking night. But you shit on that. You kicked me as soon as your putas came to the hospital”. You don't know when you have started to cry, more than because of the rage than because of the sadness. “I'm sorry if I'm too tired to drink a fucking beer, but my job is more important than a person who doesn't give a shit about me, who hasn't called or text me in two weeks, who only wants my company when no one else is around. Have fun in your damn party and fuck all those whores to thank them for picking you up from the hospital, but didn't care about how you were after being shot”.

Hanging up, you toss the phone somewhere on the table, wrapping your body with the blanket and lying down on the sofa. Trying to contain the tears, the only thing you earn is to cry bitterness. You can't understand why he only has noticed your absence at the party. What has changed? Probably it was his egocentrism working, wanting to be surrounded by a lot of people, not caring if they're his friends or not. But you're done being his lapdog.

About to fall asleep, the angry hits in the main door make you suddenly wake up agitated.

“Open up!”

The rage is consuming you again after hearing the strong mexican accent, taking three long strides towards it to receive him with your reddened crystal eyes.

“What the fuck 'you want now? Haven't you had enough beating myself up?”

“You're fuckin' dramatic”. He spits in your face, stopping with a foot the slam to his about to close the door again. “I didn't talk to you because you were working, bu' you didn't talk to me either”.

“Yeah, because you were served with your bitches. Go fuck yourself, Jonathan”.

“Don' call me like that again”. Coco grunts taking a step into your house. “You had to work, they came to cover your back”.

“Oh, please, don't make me laugh. They just wanted to have the credits of taking care of you, so you will expend more money with them. That's the only thing they care about you. Wake up from your world of fantasy, Coco. If you weren't part of the MC, you wouldn't be a shit for them; just another fucking soldier with a broken home”. You can't help but push his chest with both hands, driven by anger.

At first, he doesn't say anything. He looks thoughtful, being aware of the truth in your words. And it hurts that you have to be the one to open his eyes. The problem is that you weren't thinking while talking, pulling your gaze away from him and pressing your trembling lips, one against the other.

“I'm sorry”. You babble, cleaning your tears with the back of your left hand. “I didn't mea—”.

“But you said so”. Coco interrupts you with a husky tone of voice, bristling every inch of skin of your anatomy. “That's wha' I am without my kutte. An ex-soldier, a criminal, an outlaw. I spend my money on them because they take care of me, one way or another”.

“I did it too”.

“So, what? What you want? Money? Tell me an amount”.

Squinting at him, you can't help but chuckle with a painful and bitter laugh.

“I did it because I love you, not because I want your money”. You confess, knowing there's no going back. “I don't care about your money, nor your job, nor about your kutte. I love you because you make me happy. After all, for me, there's nothing better than a hug of yours, because you… you are simply amazing. You're intelligent, funny, loyal. And I wish that you could see yourself through my eyes, Coco”.

He, not saying anything, is killing you slowly. Barely breathing, you cross your arms over your chest to hide the fact that your lungs aren't receiving any air.

“I thought that after being shot, you realized you only live once. And that… after being those… boring days with me, you realized that you preferred the company of these other girls. The funny part of being alive. So I just pulled myself away”. Taking a small pause, you bow down your head, cleaning your tears again. “These weeks have been torture. I've written you a lot of texts that I haven't sent… and I've been a lot of times about to call you. But 'you know that… feeling when you think... the other person is not gonna answer you, because maybe is too busy for you? That shit has been destroying me”.

Hoping that Coco finally is going to speak, he remains silent. Looking at you openmouthed, processing all the information you have just give him.

“Can you, ple—please, say something?” You beg almost shaking.

“Wait, you… love me? Like… Garfield loves lasagna?”

Raising your eyes, pouting at him, you know that he's trying to make you laugh after understanding all the pain you have been through. Lonely. Without talking about it with anyone.

“I'm sorry, mami… I just… fuck”.

Cupping your cheeks onto his hands, Coco slams his lips on yours, tasting the salty tears you have shed because of him. The sloppy kisses bring some more air to your lungs, calming your racing pulse and making you feel less unhappy. As your fingers get intertwined in his shirt, crinkling under your grip, he urges you to walk backward so he can close the main door with a kick.

“God knows I'm so fuckin' sorry… Please, forgive me”. Coco's whispers brush your lips, keeping his eyes closed just like yours. “I'm gonna take care of you now, okay?”.

Nodding in silence, you place your arms around his middle back, hiding your face into his chest. His strong scent brings you back to life, while his arms wrap you tightly to comfort all the pain he has provoked you without knowing it.

“I just want you, ma'. No one else. Just you”.

[tooweirdforyou]

Aight aight, here I am HAHA so I have this litol prompt that I've been wanting for someone to write it out 👉👈 it's totally your choice with how you want it to be, whether fluff or angst or whatever HAHA feel free to do what you want, but as always it's a prompt for Zoro! "Roronoa Zoro, the man who not even death could bring fear to, has found the one thing he feared the most: losing you." Really excited to see how you would write it out 💖 feel free to fix the grammar HAHAHA all the best 💖

Zoro Being Afraid to Lose Someone

a/n : this was so cute 🥺💚 I hope you like this! :))

ngl, particularly somewhat proud of this one- 😊👉🏼👈🏼

summary : In the midst of battle, Zoro sees you sacrificing yourself and his heart breaks, coming to a realization and soon lectures you afterwards. not good with summaries-

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“How could you be so reckless?!”

Choosing to remain silent, you just take in all of his shouts and pent up frustration built because of you. You couldn’t blame him either.

Did you regret it though? Not for a damn second.

You would do it again in a heartbeat, and unfortunately, Zoro knew that too.

“I’m fine. I’m alive, right?”

Your nonchalant tone seemed to irritate Zoro further as you only thought back to the cause of you being hospitalized in the first place.

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“These guys are starting to piss me off.”

Growling under his breath, Zoro swung his sword with his right hand once more with ease, before running down the street in hopes to lose the growing crowd of marines behind him.

“Zoro!” Hearing a voice, Zoro snaps his head to the right and sees you running towards him in shock. “What the hell is going on? How’d you attract the marines?! Where have you been?”

“I’ll explain later, just run!” Zoro shouts, grabbing your hand in his and picked up his pace, hearing the angry yells and protests of the marines.

“Oi! Get back here, pirate!”

“Look, there’s another one!”

“You’re not getting away from us!”

“Tch.” Zoro turns the corner when a few of the marines were rushing towards them from the front.

“Oi, Zoro, let’s get the others, they’re still in town.” You call, managing to catch up with him and match his pace.

“Who cares, they’ll find out that we’re caught soon enough, so let’s just keep going.” Zoro says, swinging his sword once more, successfully knocking back a wave of soldiers heading their way.

“Alright!” You nod as you pulled out their own weapon and succeeded in knocking out a few more.

However, you were soon trapped by the coast of the island, having no where to run since the marines were quickly surrounding you.

“Give it up, pirates, surrender!”

“We have you cornered now!”

Smirking, Zoro scoffs and pulls out his Wado Ichimonji and brought it up to his mouth. Clenching his teeth onto it, his hands gripped his other two swords tightly.

Bringing the hilts of his two swords in his hands together, he began spinning them.

“Three-Sword Style...”

You stepped back to allow Zoro to attack and just focused on taking out the others on the sidelines.

“Three-Thousand Worlds!”

Almost instantly, the cries of agony and pain was heard loud and clear from the marines as they all dropped to the ground, sword cuts all over their bodies.

However, after Zoro was successful in his attack, a few other marines thought it was best to attack from behind him, making you widen your eyes.

“Zoro!” You call out, kicking the marine in front of you to the ground as you jumped over towards him.

Zoro had observation haki. He already knew what those marines were going to do.

But he couldn’t have known you were going to jump in to protect him. It was already too late before he could stop himself.

An ear-piercing, shrill scream of pain filled the air. But it wasn’t from the marines. It was from you.

His eyes widened and his pupils shrank at the sight of you dropping to your knees. A long gash spread across your back and blood was dripping everywhere.

“[NAME]!”

He didn’t know how to react, as he quickly took the sword from his mouth and knelt down beside you, picking you up in his arms.

“[Name]! Hey! What the hell were you doing?!”

He was just shouting at you now, panic and worry filling his body and voice as he grips you tightly, shaking you a bit. “Hey, stay with me, damn it! Why did you do that?! What kind of idiot are you?!”

He could only insult you now, not knowing what else to do. The marines were nearing him now, but fortunately, the crew had shown up just in time.

“Zoro! [Name]!”

You weakly brought your hand up and grabbed onto his shirt, breathing shallow as you tried to ignore the burning pain forming from you trying to say awake.

“Z-Zoro.. I’m fine... are you.. okay?..”

“You stupid woman! Don’t talk! Chopper, where the hell are you?!”

He stood up with you in his arms, his clothes soaking up in your blood as Franky, Brook, Luffy and Robin took care of the marines.

“[NAME]!” Chopper shrieks in shock and panic, seeing the sight of your body and injuries as he ran over.

“What happened?!” Nami shouts, but Zoro ignored her.

“No time, let’s just get back to the ship and get her fixed up already!”

“R-Right!”

And then, you lost consciousness.

Looking down, Zoro clenches his jaw and struggled to even think properly, straining to keep calm.

He wasn’t about to fucking lose you.

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Zoro couldn’t believe it.

Staring over at your unconscious body, he felt mixed emotions running through him.

Regret, worry, anger and most of all, confusion.

Sure, he was always worried for his crewmates when they were in danger, even swirly brows, but they could handle themselves.

He knew they were strong, just like you.

So why was it different now that it was you especially, the one who was hurt? Who was in pain and unconscious with fatal injuries?

Was it because he’s the one who did it? He was the cause of it?

Or was it because you were different?... because he felt something else when he’s with you?

Was he in love with you?

Exhaling heavily, he closed his eye and leaned his head back against the wall.

All he knew right now, was that he just wanted you to wake up. To be able to see your smile once more and relieve all of his stress.

He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t lose you.

You were his life and without you, he was as good as a dead. He didn’t feel complete without knowing that you were alive and well.

He could only hope. But even then, he was losing it.

-

It was nearly a week and a half before you finally woke up, pain spreading all over your body.

Everyone was sobbing when they found out and lunged at you which only caused more pain.

Fortunately, Chopper gave you some medicine to help subside the pain for a bit and forbid anyone to come in unless it was important.

However, Zoro was an exception, and now here he was, lecturing you.

“You know, I don’t regret what I did.” You state, turning away from him and let out a sigh.

“Of course you don’t, but what if something happened? What if Chopper couldn’t save you on time?”

Hearing how angry he was made you frown. You weren’t sure how you felt.

“You were being attacked, I wasn’t going to let you be hurt.” You defended but he scowls more. “So you were willing to sacrifice your own life over mine?”

“Of course.” You responded with no hesitation, nearly startling him but he remained stoic.

“Your life isn’t something to throw away so easily, you know.” He scoffs, shaking his head at you. “And what about you?” You retorted, raising a brow.

“I already gave up my life when I made my dream to become the world’s greatest swordsman a goal to accomplish.” He states, crossing his arms and you roll your eyes a bit.

“Look, Zoro, you’re overreacting, okay? I’m fine, I’m awake now and—“

“You dumbass, what if I fucking lost you?”

Your eyes widen at his words, his tone softening just in the slightest bit, as he scowls and turns away.

But you didn’t miss the hurt and pained look behind his eyes.

“..I don’t think I could live with myself if I found out you died... Because of me, no less.” He continues, looking down as a shadow casted over his face.

“How can I even dream of being the world’s greatest swordsman, if I can’t even handle a small cut, having someone else I care about take it for me..”

“I don’t deserve to be part of the future pirate king’s crew, much less his first mate, If I can’t protect my crewmates.” He utters out, clenching his fists tightly.

Staring at him and watching him carefully, you feel your heart warming and chest beating quickly. A faint blush washed over your cheeks as you smile slightly.

“Roronoa Zoro..”

Zoro looks up questioningly when you said his name, seeing your smile towards him.

“The man, who not even death can fear him, has finally found what feared him most. Losing someone so dear to him.” You couldn’t help but tease him.

Zoro’s felt his cheeks turning pink at your words as he scoffs. “So you have the strength to start making fun of me now?”

“I’m not making fun of you.” You defended, giggles erupting from your lips as you shifted and sat up more, making yourself comfortable.

“I just think it’s cute is all.” You shrug playfully, a cute grin displaying across your lips as Zoro simply clicks his tongue.

“Honestly.. you’re such a pain.”

He scratches the back of his head, closing his eye as he makes his way towards you bed and sits down beside you, crossing his arms.

“Besides, it’s an honor to be that special someone you care about.” You laugh softly once more.

He rolls his eyes and made himself comfortable, ignoring your comment.

“Well, now that you’re awake, I’ll sit here and guard you. Make sure you aren’t moving with your injuries.” He firmly states, leaning against the headboard as he shifted to make himself comfortable and relaxed.

“Oi, I don’t need a babysitter, get out. But get me some food.” You hum, nudging his side and beginning to push him but he didn’t budge.

Instead he just spoke.

“Promise me.”

“Huh?”

Stopping your actions, you look confusedly towards the swordsman.

Zoro tilts his head to face you and opens his eye, his tone serious and low.

“Promise you won’t ever put yourself in danger again. Especially not when I’m around, you hear? Even if I die, I’ll protect you with my life, I don’t want you doing the same.”

Frowning, you went to protest but he simply moves his arm and wraps it around your side, forcefully pulling you into his chest.

“..please.. I don’t want to lose you.” He whispers quietly, his voice softening once more.

His hand went up to rest on your head as he discreetly leans his chin on the top of it.

Then he slowly leans down further and pecks the top of your head, making your heart melt at how soft and vulnerable he was being at this moment.

Closing your eyes, you nod gently and reach to grab his hand, intertwining it with yours and gripped it tightly.

“I promise, Zoro..”

Satisfied with your reply, Zoro nods approvingly. “Good. Now sleep.” He tightens his hold around you and leans back, closing his eye again.

“W-wait, but I’m hungry!”

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a/n : AHHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE ACTUALLY OMG I hope you enjoyed!! 💚🥰

Sorry if it seems a bit rushed— ;-;