#usually they run up and smile at their house guests but she had a moment i guess

[pie-bean]

Grinny

[aemondwhoresworld]

“MY DAUGHTER HATED ME!”

pairing: dad!ewan mitchell x mom!reader ; ewan mitchell x actress!reader

part of series: y/n, ewan and elowen mitchell

part 2

summary: following the success of House of The Dragon, you and Ewan were invited to appear on Jimmy Fallon’s The Tonight Show. However, it seems that the story about your only daughter, elowen captured the majority of the audience's attention after that interview.

word count: 1,3k

warning: english is not my first language, use of y/n, ewan and reader are actor and both are in hotd cast, fluff (?), etc

masterlist | ADD YOUSELF INTO MY TAGLIST HERE

That evening, you and Ewan stepped onto the stage of The Tonight Show, greeted by enthusiastic applause and cheers from the audience. Jimmy Fallon, with his familiar smile, guided you and Ewan to your seats and then thanked both of you for coming on the show.

"Let me introduce tonight's guests, the actors from House of The Dragon, please welcome Ewan Mitchell and Y/n Mitchell, playing Prince Aemond Targaryen and Princess Visenya Targaryen," Jimmy announced

"Thank you both for being here," Jimmy expressed his gratitude to you and Ewan for accepting the invitation to be interviewed.

Ewan, with his usual calm and slightly shy demeanor, responded modestly, "No, no, thank you for having us." You also smiled warmly and added, "Yes, thank you, Jimmy, for inviting us here; it's an honor."

Jimmy chuckled and continued his introduction to the audience.

Jimmy then began, "First, I want to congratulate both of you on the success of House of The Dragon!" His congratulations were met with enthusiastic applause from the audience, accompanied by loud clapping. Jimmy joked, "Well—they're already too fond of you guys."

"Thank you, Jimmy," you and Ewan said in unison, both of you still smiling brightly.

"So, Ewan, can you tell us about your life after the explosion of House of The Dragon?" Jimmy asked, but before letting Ewan answer, he quickly added a clarification, "I mean, it was already a hit after Season 2 aired, but now with Season 3 out, how has it changed?"

Ewan clicked his tongue lightly and said, "Well… I think it has, a bit. People still seem like they want to run away from me whenever I step out of the airport or when they see me on the street." After saying that, Ewan couldn't help but laugh, and you, having witnessed those moments, couldn't stop laughing either.

Jimmy laughed along, then turned to you and asked, "Is that really true, Y/n?" All you could do was nod in agreement, confirming it was indeed true. After laughing too much at your husband's story, you caught your breath and shared, "Once, on a flight to the set, a little girl came up and asked me to get his autograph because she was too scared." You burst out laughing at the memory, and so did Ewan, Jimmy, and the audience.

"But I want to affirm to everyone that my husband, Ewan Mitchell, is a good man, a good husband, and a good father!" you said, looking at Ewan with pride. The pride and love in his eyes for you were unmistakable, making the atmosphere in the room even warmer.

Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh again, sharing in the pride and joy you both displayed.

“Speaking of Ewan as a father, does your daughter know that both of you are famous?” Jimmy asked the two of you.

Ewan responded, “She does… but she only found out recently.” He chuckled softly, explaining that for a long time, their daughter had been a fan of Harry Collett without realizing that her own parents were co-stars with him, and perhaps even more famous.

“On her 3rd birthday, after she blew out the candles, I asked her what she wished for,” Ewan continued, his face glowing with pride as he spoke of your daughter.

“She told me, ‘I wish that one day, mommy and daddy will be as famous as Harry Collett,’” Ewan recounted, causing the audience to erupt in laughter once more.

“At that moment, I briefly wondered if my wife and I were just amateur actors,” Ewan said with a laugh, taking a quick sip of water before continuing. “That’s when we decided to take her to the set of House of The Dragon to show her.”

“But even then, she wasn’t fully convinced by us,” you added, clearly enjoying the audience’s amusement at the story involving your daughter, Elowen.

“Seeing how much the audience here is enjoying your stories about your daughter, can you explain the video that’s being shown on the screen?” Jimmy asked, pointing to the screen in front of you.

The screen displayed a video of you and your daughter, Elowen, sitting at the kitchen counter coloring together. You had set up your phone to capture what you thought was a hilarious moment, intending to send it to Ewan, but it was so adorable that you decided to post it on your social media.

“So, El, can you tell mommy again why you said that to mommy?” you asked your daughter in the video. Elowen paused her coloring, sighed, and responded, “Because I saw daddy putting a ring on another woman hand, so now I don’t like daddy at all,” she said before immediately dropping her head to cry. The audience burst into laughter some with a soft ‘aww’

“Okay, okay, can you explain why that happened, Y/n? Why did she say that?” Jimmy asked.

“Well, as you saw, Elowen and I were coloring together when she suddenly turned to me and said, ‘Mommy, I don’t like daddy,’ so I thought she must have had a reason for saying that,” you explained, shifting in your seat position before continuing, “So I set up my phone to record, but it wasn’t until I showed the video to Ewan that we realized she was talking about the scene where Aemond gets married, you know in the House of The Dragon episode 2 scene” You couldn’t help but laugh as you finished the story.

"I only showed her that one scene, not the whole episode, so don’t worry," you continued, wanting to make sure everyone knew you hadn't exposed a 3-year-old girl to a series that wasn't suitable for viewers under 17.

The audience roared with laughter, and Jimmy shook his head in amusement. "That's adorable! She really thought her daddy was betraying her mommy on screen."

Ewan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, she’s still at that age where she doesn’t fully understand the difference between fiction and reality. But I think it’s sweet how protective she is of our relationship."

Jimmy nodded, grinning. "It’s amazing how kids see the world. So, what did you do to make it up to her, Ewan?"

Ewan smiled fondly, glancing at you before answering. "Well, after we explained that it was all just pretend and that daddy only loves mommy, we took her out for ice cream. I think the double scoop of chocolate chip really helped clear things up."

You laughed, adding, "And, of course, we had a long talk with her about what acting really means. But I think it was the ice cream that sealed the deal."

Jimmy leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Well, it sounds like you two have it all figured out—balancing stardom with parenthood. And I have to say, it's refreshing to see how grounded and loving your family is, despite the craziness of Hollywood."

"Thank you, Jimmy," you said sincerely, reaching over to give Ewan's hand a squeeze. "We just try to keep things as normal as possible for her, no matter how crazy things get on set."

Jimmy nodded, smiling warmly. "And it’s clear that you’re doing an amazing job. I mean, the way you both light up when you talk about her—it’s obvious that your family comes first."

The audience clapped in agreement, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude for the life you and Ewan had built together, both on and off the screen.

"Well," Jimmy said, wrapping things up, "I think I speak for everyone when I say we’re looking forward to seeing more of you both—whether it’s on screen or in more adorable videos with your daughter!"

"Thank you, Jimmy," Ewan said with a grateful smile, and you echoed his sentiments.

As the interview came to a close, you and Ewan exchanged a loving glance, knowing that no matter how big your careers became, nothing would ever compare to the joy of sharing your lives with each other and your daughter.

…pt.2 ? a whole series of ewan being a dad?? or any ideas for dad!ewan?

mae.

let me know what you think about this and thank you for reading 🌟 also a like or reblog/comments are my motivation

[savannahsdeath]

HEAR ME OUT I HAVE A REQ!!!!

Sooo basically Ellie being the mafia boss and reader being her precious girlfriend that she (and basically the whole mafia gang) protects.... Idk it could be a fic or just a oneshot but I NEED MAFIA ELLIE IN MY LIFE

HEARING YOU OUT !!

MAFIA!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! just some typical mafia shit idk

writers note: focused more on life life than romantic life in this one BUT maybe, just maybe, I'll do a part2 with more love scenes (basically a smut)

being a housewife for your mafia boss girlfriend wasn't something you were dreaming about as a kid, but you like it. ellie's buddies are loud, suspicious, they make lots of inappropriate jokes or act all posessive but they would never hurt you. in fact, they won't let anyone hurt you.

today, just like every friday, she brings them home to play cards and talk. you, of course, had to clean the whole house. ellie didn't ask you to do that - her people weren't.. the cleanest people anyway, but you couldn't stand the thought of your guests finding a layer of dust on a shelf or a ball of hair in the bathroom.

the doorbell rings and you run up to greet them, and, mainly, see ellie. as you open the door, you're presented with a bunch of burly men and only one, but your favourite, woman.

"good evening, mrs williams." smiles the first one, before entering.

the feeling of being called by ellie's last name was still new to you, but it sent a warm feeling from your heart down to your stomach.

you stand back and watch as the men enter, filling out your living room. they seem more at ease than usual, and you're sure ellie is to blame. they greet you with a smile, before stepping aside to reveal ellie last.

"hey, babe." ellie says, as she wraps her arms around you and pulls you in close. she smiles up at you, with those green eyes of hers. she leans in for a kiss, and you gladly give in to her, feeling her soft lips on yours. you get lost in the moment, forgetting to breathe and not pulling away for a quite long time, only making a break when it's really needed.

"c'mon, ellie, or we'll start playing without you!" one of the men calls out from the dining table.

the men's voices in the background quickly fade away as you are consumed in the moment.

ellie, though, pulls away, and laughs. "i'm coming, i'm coming!" she shouts before letting go of you and walking towards the dining table, with you trailing behind her.

you happily take a seat on ellie's lap, as you both set your eyes on the deck of cards. as she shuffles the cards, you watch in adoration of her every movement. you are quickly snapped out of your trance when you felt something touch your leg, and you see ellie looking at you with a sly grin on her face.

she leans in and whispers; "don't move too much, 'kay?"

she winks and starts to deal out the cards.

usually you tried to avoid looking at ellie's cards - your 'poker face' wasn't really working and your reaction could make her lose. this time, you didn't pay attention to the rules, so you didn't have to avoid it. you didn't know wether her cards are good or useless anyway.

you find yourself not paying much attention to the game, instead getting caught up in the conversations around you. you happily listen to the others, learning more about their business dealings. you don't know much about poker or card games, and you aren't the best at lying, so you keep yourself out of the game.

you start to feel the warmth of ellie's soft, loving touches, as she plays with your hair or strokes your thigh.

the evening continues on with you, ellie and the other men playing a few rounds. you watch her intently, noticing every little detail about her body language and facial expressions. even you couldn't read her poker face, though.

you slowly reach for her hand, and begin to play with it a little, twirling her fingers.

that's one of the good sides of being a mafia boss's wife, but there's also the.. well, worse ones.

they visited you again and you could tell something's wrong straight ahead - it was tuesday. you came back from a walk to see a man tied to a chair in your kitchen. he had pieces of cloth wrapped around his head - one around his eyes and the other in his mouth, making him lose ability to see or speak.

"what do we do with him?" another man asked, one you knew from the friday evenings.

ellie was about to say something before she noticed you, awkwardly standing in the doorstep, scared and too surprised to move. she quickly grabs your arm and steers you out of the kitchen.

"it's okay, love. don't worry, it has nothing to do with you. just stay in the other room, alright? i'll come grab you in a bit. it'll be okay." ellie says reassuringly, as she leads you into the living room.

you hear the sound of the man in the kitchen making muffled sounds, as he struggles and squirms in his chair.

ellie sits you down on the couch, and then walks out of the room. you feel uneasy as you hear the man in the kitchen continue making sounds, but you sit quietly as ellie tells you to.

you watch as the door to the kitchen slowly closes behind ellie, and you hear muffled shouting and noises coming from inside. the others come into the living room, to check on you and see if you're okay.

"hey, everything alright? did ellie tell you what's going on?" one of them asks. "don't worry, it'll all be over soon. we just gotta deal with him quickly."

you can hear the muffled shouting in the kitchen continue, and the other men around you try to ignore it. as they discuss business deals, and joke about various topics, you continue to feel a pit in your stomach, worrying about what is happening in the kitchen. they don't seem eager to tell you what is going on, but they try to keep you distracted. one of them tries to joke with you, but you barely respond, as your mind is focused on what is happening in the next room. you start to feel sick, and your face starts to feel hot.

"what is she doing?" you ask quietly, but as soon as you realize your voice doesn't reveal your fear and confusion you add in a louder tone; "who is he?"

the room goes quiet, as the others hear you speak up. you can see some of the men exchange worried glances, but they still try to keep their composure in front of you. it doesn't do much to help you feel better, as you look at them with fear in your eyes.

the others look among themselves, as if asking what to do, before one of them speaks up. "you know this isn't really something you need to worry about," he says, trying to put a calming tone on his voice. "but since you ask, he's just a guy working for a rival gang. he was trying to get some information on us, so we need to... erm... make sure he won't do it again."

you notice how vague their answer was, as they try to keep you in the dark. at the same time, the meaning was painfully obvious.

you take a moment to process what the man said, before speaking up again. "but.. why here, in our house?" you ask, with your voice still shaky. "surely you must have your places to do... business?"

another man steps in to answer, trying to calm you down with words that sound too well rehearsed.

"no need to worry about a thing." the other man says, in an overly reassuring voice. "like i said, it isn't really your problem. you know, these guys always try to stick their noses where it doesn't belong. your girl here is just showing him the consequences of messing with the wrong people, alright?"

you feel like they are trying to brush off your concerns, and you doubt that they're being completely truthful with you. you knew it's probably just to protect you but you wanted to know everything.

the muffled shouting in the kitchen slowly dies down, and there's only occasional sounds of movement from inside - probably someone cleaning up the mess you could only imagine was done.

you are left feeling confused and anxious, unsure of what happened in the kitchen, or how this will play out.

later, when you were laying in bed in your lace nightgown which ellie loved seeing you in oh so much, you managed to get the tied up man out of your head.

that's what i should expect anyways, right?

ellie just came to the bedroom after taking a shower, her wet hair glued to her face. she kisses you on the cheek, before walking over and climbing onto the bed next to you. you look at her, and notice that something seems off about her behaviour.

"how did it go?" you ask, referring to the events that happened earlier.

ellie is taking her time in answering you, and you notice a slight hesitation in her voice. "it went... well. it's nothing you should worry about, love. besides..." she leans towards you and whispers; "i handled it, alright? you don't need to concern yourself with it." she plays with your hair, making it look like she's trying to distract both you and herself from thinking about it.

you watch as ellie's wet hair drips onto the bed. she continues to stroke your head, trying to give you the impression that everything is fine.

was it really fine? oh, well...

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 19 - prompt 19: Fairytale [word count 941]

“Mother! Mother, please!”

Sirius banged both his fists on the door, but the only sound he heard were Walburga’s footsteps descending the tower stairs. He rested his forehead against the wood, feeling the tears prickling his eyes. It had all been a dream, a wonderful dream.

The castle, glimmering in the lights of the thousands of candles lit up for the nameday of the heir to the throne, Prince James. The feel of Uncle Alphard’s ceremonial suit Regulus had left in a corner of the kitchen so that Sirius could find it when the rest of the family had left that evening, fitting him like a glove. The whispers surrounding him when he had walked in the ballroom, his parents’ work so thorough no one there even remembered who he was. And the best part of it all. The man who had made a beeline for him as soon as the orchestra had started playing. His soft smile, his hand on Sirius’s back while they danced, his warm eyes. Sirius had forgotten everything in the man’s arms, letting himself just be happy for the first time in years. At least until the bells had tolled midnight and the guests had cheered the biggest birthday cake Sirius had ever seen being brought right in front of Prince James.

“I have to go stand by the prince for a moment,” Sirius’s companion had said. “Wait for me?”

“I have to go,” Sirius had managed to say.

Walburga wouldn’t linger after toasting the prince’s health, and he had to be back at the house before them, he knew too well what would happen to him should his parents come back and not find him as usual in the kitchen, asleep by the fireplace. The other man’s expression had crumbled so fast Sirius had only been able to turn around and run out of the ballroom.

“Wait!” he had heard as he was descending the staircase as fast as he could. “I don’t even know your name! How will I find you?”

Sirius hadn’t stopped. He knew he couldn’t let himself be found again, no matter how his heart was screaming the exact opposite. The man was obviously part of the prince’s inner circle with his embroidered clothes and impeccable manners, and Sirius had been even less than a servant to his own family for years. He had nothing to offer him. And yet when a royal herald had come to the house announcing Prince James would pay Lord and Lady Black a visit in the afternoon, Sirius had dared to hope. He had begged his mother to let him be present, to let him watch from afar, in the hopes the man he had dreamt about for two weeks now would be there and he could look at him once more. But all the begging had ended up with him being locked up in the small room at the top of the tower so he couldn’t stumble on the royal visit and embarrass his parents by reminding someone they had managed to make their firstborn disappear from public record.

“It was a beautiful dream,” Sirius whispered. “Time to wake up now.”

A squeak made him turn his head towards the rat nestled on the windowsill.

“What would you have me do, Wormtail?” Sirius wiped his tears away. “I can’t break the door down.”

The rat squeaked again and Sirius walked up to the window, sitting on the windowsill and looking down at where his parents and his brother were standing, watching the royal guards on horseback enter the courtyard.

“Yes, I suppose I will able to see him if he’s coming here with the prince,” he sighed.

Soon enough, a white horse stopped in front of the house and Prince James dismounted while Sirius’s parents and Regulus immediately dropped into the most perfect curtsies. Sirius watched the prince walk up to his father, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the man from the ball climb down from his chestnut horse and stop right behind the prince.

From up there he couldn’t hear a thing, but soon enough he saw Orion clasp his hands behind his back, which he only ever did when something was not going his way, while Walburga planted one hand on Regulus’s shoulder, a clear sign she needed to assert her control on someone because she was losing her footing in another field. Then, Prince James looked at Regulus, and from where Sirius was he saw his brother slightly move his head up, the prince following the movement and looking up at the tower. A second later, the prince was waving a finger right in Orion’s face while the other man had broken into a run and had gotten inside the house. Sirius frowned, wondering what was really happening down there, when a crash made him whirl around. The door had been broken down, and the man from the ball was standing on the threshold, panting.

“It’s true then,” he whispered, eyes fixed on Sirius. “Imprisoned and treated like a servant when you should be heir of this family.”

Sirius blinked.

“How did you find me?” he whispered.

“You have the good luck of looking way too much like your younger brother,” the man walked up to Sirius, extending his hand. “My name is Remus. Will you allow me to escort you to a safe place?”

Sirius took his hand, letting himself be drawn up from the windowsill and almost against Remus’s chest.

“As long as the safe place is with you,” he whispered.

“Always,” Remus smiled. “Let’s go now before the prince starts flirting with your brother.”

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Monster 🔞

🎃 Vampire!Aizen x Noble!Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: Monster fucking, some blood, reader gets fed on a little, use of vampiric powers, reader gets gagged, wall fucking, some praise, reader tasting her own blood, slight non-con, use of a pet name, creampie.

tags: @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @byakuyawifey @uzxotic

Sosuke Aizen was a man completely shrouded in mystery. No one knew who he was or where he had come from. Or rather, no one knew where his wealth came from. He wasn’t tied to any of the noble houses within the city, nor was it known whether he could have been a distant relative of someone living here. All anyone knew was that he was rich enough to host such grand and extravagant masquerade balls almost every week. It wouldn’t have struck you as peculiar if the host attended his parties most of the time, yet each time he was nowhere to be seen. Not that it bothered any of his guests. After all, almost all of them were far too drunk and engrossed with the party to even care. Except you.

You noticed how he would disappear right before things would start—typically before the first dance—and he wouldn’t return until most of his guests had left. What was even stranger was the fact that he would be accompanied by a young woman each time, only that it would be a different one every week. No one thought anything of it, and neither did you, until those women were noted as missing in the papers. Still, no one thought about who it could have been or how it could have happened—except for you. You knew. Which was why you decided to investigate the matter. 

His routine was the same every time. Host the party, mingle for a few moments, whisk a young woman away, and then return by himself to dismiss the guests. You had his routine down like clockwork, yet you never expected him to suddenly change things up this time. The party started off the same as any other. Aizen thanked all his guests for attending before setting out to mingle amongst a few of them. His lips curled into a smile that would give the devil a run for his money, and you watched as he chuckled softly at something a man said. However, the mood quickly shifted when something else was said, and you noticed the way the brunet’s brows furrowed in response. His lips were a taut line, and you could visibly see that he was now angered at what was said. 

You weren’t able to hear what, exactly, they spoke of next, but you watched as the host whispered to the man before leading him elsewhere and away from the party. It was strange. Usually he took a woman, yet this time it was a man. With narrowed eyes, you followed them, making sure to keep your distance so neither would notice your presence. You weaved through the crowds of noblemen and women and eventually followed the pair into a dimly lit hallway. 

The chattering of the guests was but faint sounds at this distance, and you quickly pressed yourself back against the wall as the pair stopped. They talked a bit too low for you to hear and, shortly after Aizen stepped closer to him, the man let out a deafening scream. Sadly, no one heard it—only you—and you watched as blood trickled down and stained the noble’s shirt. 

You weren’t sure what was happening and, before you turned to leave, you saw them. The brunet turned slightly and gave you full view of his new appearance. Those warm eyes of his were now crimson, and a pair of fangs glinted faintly in the dim lighting as Aizen ran his tongue along them, lapping up any remaining blood. He feasted on that man. Drank his blood. Just what in the world was he? 

“Are you going to stand there, my dear, or are you going to show yourself?” His voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you stared at him as he turned to face you. The man’s body crumpled to the floor, but Aizen paid no attention to it as his sole focus was now on you. You stepped out from your spot against the wall and watched as his lips curled into a slight smile. “That’s better,” he said, crimson eyes slowly looking you up and down. It made you feel uncomfortable, especially after witnessing what he had done to that man. “I didn’t expect to be found out so soon, and by a little lamb no less.” 

He took a step forward and you took one backwards. “What are you?” Your question elicited a small chuckle from him as he stopped and gestured to his face, at which his mouth opened to reveal his fangs once more. 

“Is it not obvious?” He asked. When you didn’t reply, he sighed. “I am called many things, my dear.” Aizen took another step forward, yet you remained in place. “A demon, a leech, a beast,” he paused momentarily as he took another step closer to you, “a vampire.” 

Your brows furrowed in response to his claim. Such creatures were fables, were they not? Then again, he had just fed on a man right before your eyes. That was all the proof needed to back his words. “Did you do the same thing to those women that you did to him?” You asked. The brunet ceased his movements as his crimson eyes stared intently at you. He didn’t think anyone noticed him sneak off. 

Aizen’s lips curled into a slight smile before he spoke. “Yes,” he replied, “although I was far gentler with them than I was with him.” He came closer once more and you backed away, again. You assumed that he planned to deal with you the same way he did the others. After all, you knew his little secret. You could try and run away from him. Perhaps you could make it back to the party and reveal the monster that he truly is. Though with your lack of a response, he figured your thoughts out before you could turn away from him. “I wouldn’t, dear. You won’t make it very far.” 

You frowned at him, and he mimicked it and sighed when you disobeyed. Your body barely made it down the dimly lit hallway towards the ballroom before being shoved against the wall, and his hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet. Your sounds were muffled against his hold, and even more so with the loud laughter of the other partygoers. 

“I tried to tell you,” he sighed, “though I should know by now that little lambs never listen.” You struggled against him in an attempt to break free from his hold, yet he was far too strong to relent. Aizen clicked his tongue at your squirming and tightened his hold on you before he leaned close, his nose barely touching yours. “Be still,” he commanded. 

His pupils dilated as his crimson eyes bore into yours, and you suddenly felt a strange feeling wash over you. It was a sudden calmness that you knew he somehow forced. Your body felt more relaxed as the fear from earlier slowly ebbed away. It felt like magic, and you were inclined to believe he had some sort of power. When he felt your body cease its tedious wriggling, he smirked lightly. 

“Good girl,” he whispered. Aizen’s face then moved to the side of your neck. You knew he was going to bite you, yet there was nothing you could do. Your body felt so heavy under his little spell. The only thing you were able to do was let out a shaky breath when his tongue slid a fat stripe from your collarbone and up your neck. Your reaction caused him to chuckle lightly. “I’m still a bit parched, my dear, so you won’t mind if I have a little drink, right?” The brunet didn’t wait for an answer and dove right in. His mouth stretched a bit as his fangs poked out, and he slid them down your neck, allowing them to scrape against your skin. 

A small gasp fell from your lips as his fangs broke your skin, causing blood to slowly seep out. His tongue made quick work of the wound as it slowly lapped up the crimson substance. He hummed in delight at the sweet taste of your blood. It was far sweeter than that of the other women—or anyone for that matter—that he had fed on. It was delicious, and he let out a soft growl shortly after realizing just how euphoric feeding from you was starting to become. 

For you, the experience was nothing short of odd yet satisfying. While it pained you when he first started, it was now becoming oddly arousing. You wondered if he could tell. Aizen pulled away from your neck and sighed in such content before glancing at you from the side. “You're quite delicious, little lamb,” he whispered, bringing his lips close to yours, “you should have a taste.” Without warning, his lips crashed against yours, and his tongue roughly pushed past your lips to taste you further. He still had remnants of your blood on his mouth, and you could easily recognize the harsh metallic taste it carried. 

Though a simple kiss wasn’t what he intended. At least not at this moment. Initially, Aizen thought about killing you for finding the truth about what he was, however, his mind quickly changed the second he got a taste of your sweet, sweet blood. In all his years of being alive—or rather, undead—he had never tasted someone quite as delicious as you. No, he couldn’t kill you now. He’d keep you. Feeding on you wasn’t enough, though, and he knew that. You felt his arm snake itself around your waist while his other hand cupped your face as he pulled away from you. 

“I am going to indulge myself with you,” he whispered, crimson eyes staring deeply into yours, “so relax yourself, little lamb, and enjoy.” The hand on your waist slid further down, grabbing a fistful of your dress and hiking it up and over your hips. You didn’t utter a single sound in response, and Aizen took note of that. “Don’t be so quiet, dear,” he said, “I want to hear you.” His other hand then removed itself from your face and slid down to your exposed thigh, gripping it with enough force to elicit a small moan from you. “That’s better, now put your arms around me.” 

Your body moved on its own accord, and your arms immediately wrapped around his neck. This caused the brunet’s lips to curl into a slight smirk as he leaned in and kissed you, again. The distraction gave him enough time to not only pull down your panties, but for him to unzip his pants. Your brain was distracted to the point that you didn’t register what he was doing, until you felt his tip push past your folds as he buried himself inside of you. There was no warning, no preparation, nothing. You couldn’t deny the pleasure that came shortly after, though, mixing itself with the little bit of pain until it was all you could feel. Until it was the only thing you could feel. 

A deep, guttural growl came from Aizen as he gripped your thighs a bit tighter now. You were so deliciously tight that he had to fight back the urge to cum that very second. As much as he wanted to repeatedly drill into you, he decided to take his time.His lips remained locked with yours, his tongue exploring every little crevice within your mouth before rubbing your tongue. You felt utterly divine to him. Not only with your blood but your body, too. It was almost as if you were made just for him. 

Aizen’s body shuddered when you moaned against his lips, and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into you. His grip on your thighs tightened to the point where his nails dug into your skin, but that only seemed to draw out even more noises from you. It spurred him on. His movements were slow and sensual at first, as if savoring the way your insides molded perfectly with his length. 

His body pressed into yours, keeping you balanced in-between him and the wall as he fucked you. The brunet kept your legs lifted, though his hands slid to your hips when they wrapped around his waist. Your constant moaning egged him on, your little noises nothing but absolute music to his ears. He couldn't recall the last time he had such a good fuck with a woman—or anyone. 

“Little lamb,” he cooed, pulling away from your lips, “you’re making such sweet sounds for me.” His face leaned closer, his lips against your ear. “But I can’t have you being too noisy. Stragglers could find us, and I’d hate to have to kill them for interrupting our pleasure.” You then felt him pry your lips apart as he stuck a piece of cloth in your mouth. The material felt familiar, and it soon registered in your little mind that it was your panties. It did well to muffle your moans as Aizen started thrusting into you again. 

His cock reached deeper and deeper, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. His pace was faster now, sliding in and out of your slick hole with relative ease now. Oh, he certainly believed you were made for him now. Your arms tightened around his neck as your jaw clenched from the pleasure, causing you to bite down on the panties in your mouth. 

A muffled moan slipped out of you when you felt his fangs graze your neck, slicing into the same spot from earlier. The sensation of him not only drinking from you but also fucking you was unbearable, and it didn’t seem as though he would be letting up anytime soon. No, he kept going, and you kept moaning. However, when your body started lightly shaking, Aizen ceased feeding from you. 

“Mm, you’re close, aren’t you?” He asked. When you gave a weak sound in response, he only smirked and picked up his pace. His arms wrapped around your waist as he shoved his face into your neck, and his body practically squished you up against the wall as he fucked you even harder. His cock continuously drilled itself into your soaked cunt, and his animalistic grunts filled your ears. Your walls sucked him each time he pounded into you. “Such a greedy little lamb,” he teased. 

He pleased you in a way you didn’t think was even possible, and you loved every single second of it. With one small and final moan, albeit muffled against your gag, you came undone. The little spasm from your body sent the brunet over the edge, and he shoved himself into you one last time as his cum spilled out, filling your insides. He panted softly and kissed your neck as your walls clamped down on him, milking him for every drop of cum he had. 

Aizen moved his head back so that he could see the look on your face. The complete and utter fucked-out-of-your-mind expression you held caused him to chuckle in response. “I believe you enjoyed it more than I,” he chuckled, again. His grip on your waist loosened as he pulled out of you, but he kept a hand in place while the other slid himself back into his pants. Your body felt so lightweight now, and you held onto him tightly, not wanting to let go. 

What control he had over you earlier slowly ebbed away as your muddled thoughts returned to normal. The haziness from whatever power he used on you dissipated, and you stared at him with tired, half-lidded eyes. You had quite a few questions for this man, if you could even call him that now. “Why did you do it?” You asked in-between your soft panting. 

“The women?” He raised a brow at you. “Food, of course,” he replied, “but that should have been a given. I’d say the same could be said for the man, but he didn’t taste as good as I thought. Now, as for you, little lamb, I’m quite certain you know what I was going to do to you.” 

“Yet you didn’t, why?” 

Aizen leaned his face closer to yours and smirked. “You have such a unique taste and feel, and so it would be a waste if I simply killed you.” 

Your brows furrowed in response to his words. “Then what will you do to me?” 

“I’m going to keep you, of course,” he replied. The smirk never left his face, and you frowned. “You’ll be mine, little lamb, forever.” 

[princessmaybank]

Im so so sorry. I requested but completely forgot to say who I wanted it with. Can you do prompts 6 and 14 from the Cherry Red prompt list??? Congrats on 5k you deserve it

😭😭

Sorry this took so long baby! You sent a few of these but we got it cleared up! I hope you like it!

No Touching

Pairings: JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, kissing, mutual masterbation, etc.

Summary: JJ sees your bruises and doesn't want to hurt you, he comes up with a plan to get you both off.

Author's Note: Not my best work, but I hope you like it!

She came running in with tear stained cheeks, soaking wet, and bruises all over her exposed skin. Y/N hadn't even said anything yet and my blood was boiling. John B was at Sarah's, everyone else was at their respective homes, and I wouldn't be caught dead at my house at the moment.

She immediately ran into my open arms. I held her as we stood in the middle of the living room. Y/N cried into my chest and with each sob it shattered my heart a little bit more. I suddenly remembered that she had those bruises. Careful not to hurt her, I pull her away from me so I can stare into her eyes. "Who did this to you?" I asked through gritted teeth, ready to tear apart the asshole who dared to lay a fucking finger on her. She was shaking as she gave me a name, barely above a whisper, but I heard it. That name was all I needed before I was stomping my way to the screen door, ready to charge through the thunderstorm outside to beat Rafe Cameron's ass. I would've too if I wasn't yanked backwards by a small tug around my bicep. I turned to face Y/N, trying to calm my heavy breathing.

"Please stay here. Don't leave me." She cried. Her voice broke on every word. I couldn't leave her like this, broken and hurt, so I decided to stay for her. My arms enveloped her shivering body making sure not to squeeze her and cause more pain.

"I'm tired. So tired.." She choked out. I led her to the guest bedroom before pulling out some clothes for her to change into. After I handed them to her I turned to walk out of the room but I felt that same small tug on my bicep again.

"Can you help me Jay? It's hard to move in certain ways." She frowned. "Oh, of course.." I tried not to stutter. She walked over to me and started to try and lift her arms over her head. "Hey, hey, slow and easy okay? One step at a time." I smiled at her. She smiled back and slowly began to move. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted, revealing more bruises on her torso.

I soothed her as I continued to remove her clothes. After she was left in her bra and panties I stepped back for a moment. I needed to grab the clothes from the bed but I couldn't help my eyes from running all over her body. The red and purple marks lacing her skin were enough to make my eyes water. Y/N is the most kind hearted and beautiful person I have ever known. Rafe Cameron never deserved her. He is already the biggest asshole on planet earth but to take Y/N, the sweetest woman in the entire fucking universe, for granted, now that's a new fucking low. Next time I see him I will fucking murder him. She deserves so much better.

Suddenly I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard her light voice. "What did you say? Sorry.." I asked. "I said, are you just going to stare at me all day or are you going to do something about it Jay.." She smiled and waltzed over to me. She lightly placed her hands on my hips. Her bright E/C eyes were shining as she stared into mine. "I-I don't wanna hurt you Y/N.." I answered shyly. "I trust you with my life Jay.."

Before I knew it, we were on the couch, with each other's tongues down our throats. Her hips were jutting against mine. "Fuck are you sure about this Y/N?" I ask and pull away. "I've never been more sure, Jay." She smiled and stood up, her hand reached for mine and she led me to the bedroom. She closed the door and walked back over to me. "Hey uhm..can we take it slower?" I asked. I would usually jump at this opportunity but I couldn't help but think about how much pain she was in. I don't want to hurt her more.

She nodded in agreement before sitting next to me and started leaning in for a kiss. It took so much in me to keep my hands off of her, even though she wanted me to touch her. Our kiss led to me hovering over her, caressing her sides. She winced under my touch like it was too much. I pulled my hands away and continued to kiss her.

Fuck this was difficult! I couldn't touch her, but she wanted me to. "I-I can't I'm sorry Y/N." I pulled away and sat up. She hung her head low and whispered an apology. "No, no, don't be sorry Y/N. It's not your fault. And believe it or not, I really wanna touch you." I tried to comfort her from where I was sitting. "Really?" She asked through some tears. I nodded and gave her a smile. "Do you see what you do to me?" I chuckle and point to my hard-on which makes her giggle. "If it makes you feel better I'm extremely wet." She giggled and her cheeks tinted red. "I have an idea." I say before pulling my shorts down, my underwear follows shortly behind. I sat back down and started stroking myself. My head fell back as small whimpers released from me. I sat back and looked back to Y/N to see her with a shocked look on her face. "Oh fuck, close your mouth Y/N, not until you're ready to use it.." I whine and she surprisingly obeys. I stroked myself for a little bit longer while she watched me. "Your turn, princess." My pumps slowed down. "What?" She was embarrassed. Her eyes popped out of her head and her cheeks grew more red by the second. "Play with yourself princess." I said as I continued to stroke myself. I watched as her hand gently creeped between her legs. She started teasing herself through her shorts. "Fuck-" I whispered.

Y/N started to take her shorts off, leaving her panties on for a few moments. She teased herself by pulling her underwear harshly against her clit. My mouth was practically watering at this point. A small gasp came from her lips before she pulled her panties off. "C'mon princess, touch yourself for me." I whispered. Soon after, she brought her fingers down to her clit. I watched as her eyes closed and she shifted to get comfortable. Her tongue briefly came out to wet her lips as her fingers worked in small circles. I matched her pace with my stroking. Her eyes stayed closed but her mouth was wide, letting out pretty little noises. Her fingers circled faster. "Oh fuck Jay-" She moaned out and I nearly busted. I never thought I would hear her say my name this way. My hand went up and down faster as she continued to toy with herself. I still matched her pace making sure we would be ready around the same time. "C'mon princess, cum for me.." I panted. I sped up my motions and she did too. A few curses later from both of us and we both came at the same time. My name released from her mouth as I called her princess at the same time.

Her cum soaked the bedsheets under her as mine spilled into my hand. I smiled at her before walking to the bathroom to get a rag. I washed my hands so I could clean her up when I got back. I sat next to her on the bed again before gently wiping up her beautiful mess. "That was fun." She giggled. "Just wait until I can use my hands." I smiled and winked at her.

[hannahssimblr]

Seven on the button, and the doorbell rings. I hear it from the garden as I empty the contents on the lawn mower into the bin, grass stains on my new shoes, sweat on my brow. Dad comes to the back door. 

“Bell,” he says. 

“Is it someone for me?”

“I assume so. A young woman.” 

“Didn’t you let her in?”

“No. I spotted her from my office window.”

I scoff. He’s so weird. Why wouldn’t he just answer? I wipe the grass from my hands onto the sides of my shorts, kick my dirty shoes off on the patio, and head down the hallway to the sounds of Ivy plonking on the piano. 

It’s Evie, in her usual denim shorts and a thin green cardigan, hair straight and shiny and wearing a shy smile. Despite seeming slightly frazzled, she looks so nice, like she’s put in effort, unlike me, all grass stains, sweat, and hair that is no doubt sticking up at some wild angle. I run my fingers through it. 

“Oh, hi,” I say. “I didn’t think you’d come so early. I… still have to shower.”

“Oh, God, sorry, am I the first one here?”

“Yeah, but come in, anyway. My sister is just practising for her piano lessons. She hasn’t played all summer.” I roll my eyes as the door clicks behind us. “In case you can’t tell. She’s a bit shite.”

Evie doesn’t respond, but looks around her with those big green eyes taking in her surroundings, skating up the panelled walls to the Georgian coving, the ceiling roses around the lights, all restored, faithful to the original house. It occurs to me to wonder, for the first time, what her home looks like, and the differences between our upbringings that didn’t matter an ounce on our little escapist slice of the beach.

“Do you want tea or something?”

She nods, and I take her through to the kitchen. There, she perches on a stool at the island and rests her elbows, trying not to be so obvious to her gawking. This time, she takes in the kitchen, this bespoke, perfect show-house-like kitchen with all of its integrated appliances, the state-of-the-art hob that’s barely used, the skinny cupboard made specifically for all the herbs and spices that still have the plastic wrap on them. It’s nice, sure, it’s like something from a magazine, but I would prefer this was the type of house that had magnets on the fridge door instead. 

“I’m sorry I’m early,” Evie says with a rueful smile. “I thought you said seven.”

I drop a tea bag into a mug for her. “Yeah, I said seven in the text, but I suppose I should have been more specific.”

“More specific about…?”

“That seven doesn’t actually mean seven, you know? That it means, like, sometime after eight.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you expected me to decode your text.”

I laugh. The misunderstanding was my fault, really, and if I’d thought about it for even a minute, I would have known that Evie, a girl who likely doesn’t go to a lot of parties, wouldn’t know the procedure. I don’t mind that she’s here at all. I am happy to see her, but the fact that she is in my house at the same time as my family is awkward. Every time I hear someone moving about in another room, all my muscles tense up. I cannot bear for her to meet them, and be able to make some kind of judgement about who I truly am through the encounter, or worse, expose herself to their judgement and scrutiny. 

As though on cue, my mother’s heels clack through the hallway, increasing in volume until all I can do is mentally prepare myself for her entrance. I curse under my breath while I fill Evie’s cup with boiling water. 

In freshly pressed trousers, she strides into the room. All jangling keys, and an air of busyness about her, so self-absorbed that it takes a moment for her to realise we have a guest. She stops dead, and surveys Evie in dull surprise. She’s like some kind of wild, feline predator, and witnessing her interactions with people who don’t yet know her ways is excruciating. 

“Oh, hello.”

“Mom, this is my friend Evie. Evie, this is my mom,” I say. 

Evie fidgets in her seat. “Hello missus Turner,” she says, and it’s so polite that I squirm.

Mom lets out a short, percussive laugh. “Oh, no, darling. It’s just Colette. Are you one of those girls from the Holy Faith school?”

“No, actually, I’m not. I’m from Tullamore, in Offaly.” 

Mom’s eyes glaze over so immediately and obviously that I cringe. 

Pulling the tea bag out, I clarify, “She’s one of my friends from holiday.”

“Ah, Shane’s sister.”

Evie picks the mug from the counter and cradles it in her hands. “No, um… No, I’m not.”

“Ah.” She’s already rifling through her handbag. “Jude, have you seen my reading glasses? I haven’t been able to find them all afternoon.”

“Did you check the office?”

“Why would they be in there?”

“I’m just asking, did you check?”

She huffs. “Why would you suggest the office? Why on earth would I have left them there?”

“Because this is your house, and you can go into any of the rooms you like. Sorry if that’s an outrageous suggestion.”

“You know I’m never in there.”

“Well, maybe dad mistook them for his and took them in. I don’t know.”

Evie stares into her mug. I am aware of the atmosphere we’re generating here, my mom and I, but it’s hard not to descend into this childish bickering every time we speak to each other lately. Even seeing her ignites this rage in me, as she is a reminder of the injustices thrust upon me, and every time I see her smug face, I think about the position she has put me in. Dad too, obviously, but I mercifully don’t have to see him outside of occasional mealtimes, and whenever someone makes a noise that disturbs him.

Eventually, mom struts out of the room and flings open the door to the living room, curtly calling on Ivy to get ready to leave, and I thank God. I won’t relax until they do. 

“How’s your tea?” I ask Evie, and she responds with a grateful smile. “It’s lovely, thank you.” I know she’s lying. I don’t know how the nuances of creating drinks I don’t enjoy. There are rules about the correct amount of milk, and how long to brew the tea bag. Maybe I shouldn’t have bashed it around in the cup with such vigour, as though transferring some of my contaminated energy into it. I wonder if she can taste it. 

“That’s good,” I say, and we lapse into a long silence.

Beginning // Prev // Next

Corresponding LG Chapter

[cuntressgoingdigital]

I BET ON LOSING DOGS | johnny slaughter x reader

notes: i was listening to mitski at work and was gifted with the vision that is this short fic. i feel like i never see people explore how pathetic a relationship (that term is used loosely) with johnny would be. wrote this while at work so it might not be the best but i still wanted to post it!

lmk yall's thoughts! :)

cw: 18+ content MDNI, stockholm syndrome, brief sexual content (nothing too nasty), bloodplay (sorta?), praise, hair pulling, canon typical violence (vaguely mentioned), angst!, no happy ending

word count: 1.4k

the blood of another woman was smeared across your collarbone as he placed tender kisses along your skin. these were the only times he was ever gentle with you. he breathed life into you after cutting some unsuspecting girl’s short. 

at first the thought made you ill. the way he sought your affection (validation?) after a kill. it took you witnessing a few screaming matches between him and his other family members for the pieces to fall into place. the only time you had ever heard them sing his praises was when he brought home another body to be shoved unceremoniously into the cold room freezer. johnny had mentioned his past to you only once.

it had happened after a particularly ugly argument with his mother. nancy had made her usual remarks about wanting you dead.

“what do you think you’re gonna do with that girl? run off and marry her? you think she loves you? she doesn’t and she never will! put her out of her misery!” she screamed. “all you need is yer mama. blood runs thicker than water, boy. remember that.”

that was the only time you had watched him retreat with his tail between his legs. he sought out a bottle of whiskey he kept tucked away between the cushions of the peeling leather couch in his shack. the shack you had accidentally began to think of as home. he took two big swigs and leaned back against the cushion.

“ya know …i hate her. i wish she was dead. every day i wake up and hope i would finally be rid of her.” 

whenever he would get like this, you knew it wasn’t an invitation to speak. you were a diary of sorts. one he didn’t need to know how to read or write to maintain. 

“sometimes i wonder what my real mama was like. what she looked like. the sound of her voice. what she smelled like.” he took another big swig.

that night he had snuck you into the guest room in nancy’s house and fucked you so hard you felt sore in the morning. his hand clasped over your mouth so as to not disturb his mother in the room next door. he held you extra tight that night. perhaps afraid that in that moment you’d finally try and run again. not tonight. he wouldn’t be able to take that tonight. after a few hours of sleep he snuck you downstairs and back into his shack like you were two teenagers fooling around.

the next morning it felt like everyone stared at you a few moments longer than usual, inspecting the bruised bite marks along your neck and hickeys that decorated your chest. 

when sissy called you out to the garden to help pick flowers for her powders you immediately perked up. she was the only one who spoke to you outside of ordering you around. it seemed like she needed a friend as well. 

“can i ask you something? and can you promise you won’t tell johnny i asked?” you whispered, looking over your shoulder ensuring you didn’t have an audience.

“sure, dear. what’s on yer mind?” her honeyed texan accent always made you smile.

“about johnny  …” you explained the conversation you overheard and johnny’s private musings (omitting the part about him wanting nancy dead).

“oh, darlin’ ya didn’t know? johnny ain’t blood. nancy adopted him when he was young.” her voice lowered. “let’s just say it weren’t no formal adoption and leave it at that.” 

you nodded and thanked her for the information. after that the two of you carried on chatting about trivial things. how sissy should cut her hair, what color dress she should buy, and so on. 

you were the only normal thing johnny had (as normal as this arrangement could be). now when he held your chin and forced you to look into his eyes, you saw the poor child snatched from his mama’s arms before he could even remember her face. on one occasion you let a few tears fall before you could push the thought from your mind

“why are you cryin’?” his brow furrowed in bewilderment. 

“i’m sorry. i don’t know.” was all you could choke out. he used his thumb to swipe the tears away. that small, likely empty, gesture was all he could afford you as consolation. soon after, it became obvious that he was uncomfortable with the energy in the room. you watched him throw on a shirt and swipe his pack of cigarettes and lighter off the countertop. he slipped outside, letting the shack door slam shut behind him. some time passed and you followed him outside. judging by the numerous cigarette butts decorating the porch, he had spent that time chain smoking. 

“can i have one?” you meekly request. sharing a cigarette with him was one of the few activities you two bonded over. 

he pulled a fresh cigarette out of the pack and placed the filter between your lips. he leaned down and touched the cherry of his cigarette to the end of yours. you inhaled and let the warm feeling creep into your throat and down into your lungs. 

and now here you were, hours later. one blood covered hand stationed on your right breast, playing with the sensitive bud, and the other stroking your cheek. he always dirtied your body with blood from a fresh kill as an excuse to bring you into the shower with him. he would roughly fuck you from behind into the tile walls that nancy always kept in pristine condition and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

“good girl”

“you take me so well”

“you look so beautiful like this”

you stopped breathing. he had never called you beautiful before. such a delicate word had never fallen from his lips in reference to you. a rough tug at your hair ripped you away from the thought. he turned you to face him, making sure his cock never left its space between your legs, and kissed you roughly. your back was flush against the cool tile as he positioned your legs around his waist. the kiss was nothing short of hungry and animalistic. he sloppily fucked up into you, only breaking the kiss to take a few breaths every so often. this time when he finished, he came inside you. he loved to smear the white hot liquid against your skin as if he were marking his territory. tonight was different. you had long since learned not to try and guess what he was thinking and you didn’t dare ask any variation of “why?” it always irritated him.

he wrapped you in a towel and led you to the guest room to lay down. nancy be damned.

the moonlight illuminated his dark eyes and shone off his still wet dark hair. you ran your fingers through his hair, an intimate act that always kept him docile. you needed this moment to last as long as possible. 

“yer never leaving me.” he never asked. he always commanded.

“i won’t. i promise.” you reassured him, just like any other time.

no matter how hard you tried, you would never fix him. the damage nancy had done was irreparable. all the love in the world couldn’t excuse his actions. even though you tried to silence the thoughts, your heart was too soft. as sick as it is, you love him. 

but, he would never love you. he couldn’t. he needs you in a way he doesn’t quite understand, but it was nowhere near the love you felt for him. he’s gone the last twenty something years without tapping into that emotion. why would he start with you?

you often imagined a life away from nancy. a life where he was never corrupted by her evil. maybe you two would meet at the counter in a diner. he would ask about your university of texas sweatshirt and you would happily tell him about your studies. he would scrawl down his phone number on a napkin and tell you to call him. you would date until you graduated college and run off to get married. coastal california always sounded nice to you. 

anywhere but newt, texas. anywhere but here. 

maybe in that life he’d say “i love you”. 

until you learn how to rewind time, you’d continue to bet on the losing dog that is johnny slaughter. 

[lilap20]

Chapter IV : Heaven is where we meet at the foot of the Heart Tree. P.2

Part 2 updated, hope you will like

@koobratzy

@beebeechaos

“Go for Nymeria” huh?

But what an idea, I'm much too shy and impressed to do that kind of thing. Standing next to the Place of the Queen, which is actually empty, I take a look at the assembly. They are all dressed richly, wearing the distinct colors of their houses. My red and gold dress reveals my shoulders, its long gold lace sleeves covering my arms. She is the perfect mix of my House and Velaryon's, my hair is held in a braided bun behind my head with rubies in it like Rhaenerya.

But those who are the most impressive are the Velaryons, dressed entirely in gold, adorned with jewels like gods, they walk down the long aisle towards the table proud and arrogant. It's in these moments that I miss my uncle Daemon, he would have laughed at their pride and relaxed me. But he's not there, and I'm next to a ghost queen's place.

-We are here to celebrate the union of two individuals but also of two great Houses who have been friends for a long time. My father begins, taking his cup

I look towards the Hightower table and don't find the Queen, part of me wishes she had a bad fall down the stairs.

-May this evening be dedicated to love and…

The doors open wide, with a noise that attracts the attention of the crowd. My gaze freezes at the appearance of Prince Daemon proudly dressed in red and black, his short hair combed back with a bit of dragon's breath in it.

I want to jump and run into his arms, punch him and argue with him, and I know my sister's heart is pounding. My uncle comes forward with a mocking and jovial smile, he approaches the table and faces my father, who, with astonishment allows him to sit with us, thanks to the Gods at my side.

-Nice entrance, uncle. I greet in a low voice which makes him chuckle

The King resumes his speech, raises his cup and drinks which allows us to do the same with smiles and cheers. We all sit around, the guests talking and eating, the music dancing around us. My uncle tries to look at Rhaenyra and I know she's looking at him out of the corner of her eye. Embarrassed by their attentions, I concentrate on the crowd, looking as usual for the Nordien table.

Usually at a banquet or a big event it is always empty, but tonight it is full, Cregan's men and himself always drinking and eating a little apart from the others. As if he knew I was watching him, Cregan turned towards the royal table, met his gaze with mine and raised his cup towards me.

-This time you got noticed on your own. Taunts Daemon while drinking

I barely have time to reply before the doors open to reveal the Queen wearing green. The entire room falls silent as the Queen appears in her war colors.

It is in these moments that “Dracarys” is invoked in my head, but I must remain silent so as not to fan the destructive flame that Alicent Hightower is creating. The Queen dressed entirely in green representing nothing other than her House challenging us, the Dragons, with her head held high and proud.

I might vomit.

We all get up except Daemon who, despite his gesture, insists that I get up. I do it reluctantly, blowing so that the table can hear me and Daemon chuckles. The Queen confronts my father and I almost grab my knife and thrust it into her hand, then she sits down and we all do it.

Viserys let anyone challenge him and now everyone realizes we are divided.

The music resumes, the dances and the words too, but the table is slightly tense. I quickly drink a little of my wine trying to shift towards Daemon who is laughing.

-I never thought I would see you here, uncle.

-I wasn't going to miss my niece's wedding. Daemon smiled while drinking

-You like dramas so much. I swear with a little smile

-And not you perhaps?

I give him a sideways glance and he chuckles loudly enough for our table to glance at us, I hide my laughter by drinking some more wine. Rhaenyra looks at us, raising an eyebrow, managing to calm Daemon's mocking laughter.

-Your look doesn't change, I turn to my uncle, you still look at him just as intensely, he plays with his glass attracting the attention of the whole table, too. When is your trip to the North?

I choke on my drink, Alicent turns slightly outraged, my father and Rhaenyra raise an eyebrow.

-Daemon. I whistle

He smiles brightly, and I nudge him which makes him burst out laughing, by the Gods I'm glad he's back, I missed him. His humor, his provocations. I missed everything.

-My sister, Rhaenerya calls me, will you accompany me for a dance?

I smile, nodding, getting up at the same time as her, my eldest quickly comes to my side and takes my arm, smiling, completely ignoring the green plant next to us.

-Happy dancing Princesses. Daemon smiles

We had barely arrived in the great hall when Rhaenyra was taken by my cousin and fiancé Leanor for the first dance. In the front row, I look at them with a little smile on my lips, they are magnificent and perfect for each other in terms of appearance.

After a few minutes, guests arrive to dance with them, the dance floor receiving again and again couples for dances, the music spinning the Ladies' dresses.

-Do you want to dance?

I jump a few steps with my hand on my chest, Cregan laughs under his breath and I roll my eyes at his mocking laughter. He holds out his hand to me and I accept with a beating heart. My smooth skin slides against his calloused hand, it is small in his and I find myself liking this contact.

Cregan takes me to the dance floor among all his guests, my sister who is dancing with Ser Harwin raises an eyebrow when our eyes meet, and I look away, turning red.

Cregan's hand slides down my back spreading goosebumps, raising the dragon fire within me, our bodies brush together as we begin to move, his two-colored gaze holding mine, our hands linked, my hand on his shoulder, his on my back.

-Your eyes are incredible Princess. He compliments in a deep voice, they fascinate me

I blush when I hear his compliment and a small, intimidated smile stretches my lips.

-I thank you, Lord. But I have to be honest with you, his hand tightens on my back crumpling my dress, your eyes are even more fascinating.

Finishing my sentence, my voice was only a whisper, Cregan remains a little shocked, his pupils dilating a little, his hand bringing me closer to him in a caress that sets my veins on fire. My breathing becomes ragged again, my right nose becomes red, our breath caresses our faces and we forget the room around us.

POV External

The Prince, Queen, King, along with Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys, all watch as Nymeria and Cregan Stark dance as if no one is watching them.

-Princess Nymeria and the Lord of Winterfell seem to get along well? Notice Lord Corlys

-I don't know what you're talking about, Lord Corlys? Viserys retaliates by cutting his meal

Daemon chuckles as he drinks for the umpteenth time. How Viserys can be so stupid and blind? Marrying Rhaenyra to Leanor is one thing, but not seeing that there is a real attraction between the young Wolf and the People's Princess was just absurd.

She's grown so much, he thought, she seems so mature in the wolf's arms, but also very shy.

-My brother, Daemon intervenes, even if my opinion does not count, I only want the happiness of my nieces, and the young Wolf and my little Dragon have always been connected.

-We will do without your opinion Prince Daemon…

-I'm not talking to you Alicent, so don't interfere in the lives of the Princesses, you are nothing to her. Daemon growls exasperated by her

Viserys tenses in his chair, while Princess Rhaenys rolls her eyes an old smile on her face, she's agree with Daemon, but she will never say it. Lord Corlys cannot hide his smile while drinking and suspiciously watching his son talking with his date. If his son does not pull himself together he will not survive at court, everyone will look at him since he will be the husband of the heir to the throne.

-I support Prince Daemon's opinion, Princess Nymeria seems to appreciate the young Wolf just like him. Explain Lord Corlys

He glances at the King who stops eating to watch his youngest daughter dance with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on her lips. She was happy with the young wolf, and he realizes it, she laughed with him, and he too, but he didn't want his only memory of Aemma with Rhaenyra to go far from him.

-My brother, Nymeria deserves to be happy, and King's Landing is not the place for her, she likes adventure, not court. Finishes Daemon by emptying his glass

His gaze finds Rhaenyra dancing with Ser Harwin, swallowing his bitterness he turns his eyes towards Leana his little cousin, a grin stretches his lips.

-Please excuse me.

-Daemon!

POV Nymeria

The cool wind blows through my hair, goosebumps rise up my back, Cregan caresses it gently, his warmth making me blush for the umpteenth time that evening.

-Your hands are warm for a man from the North. I notice smiling to myself

As soon as I say the sentence I widen my eyes, my remark is completely inappropriate and may allude to…

-Forgot what I just said.

Cregan bursts out laughing, removing his hand and I suffer this loss violently, he stops walking and I do the same standing in front of him facing his hoarse laughter.

-I like your remark Princess, whatever form it took in your head.

Oh gods, are we flirting now? My heart begins a maddening race.

-What, I swallowed, what shape did it take in your head? I ask breathlessly

Slightly shocked, Cregan frowns, approaching me a little, his mischievous gaze igniting my violet gaze.

-Are you flirting with me Princess Nymeria? -Nymeria, I swallowed in front of his gaze, just Nymeria.

The noise of the gardens, the wind in the branches of the trees, his hand caressing my ribs, all my senses activate and discover a sensation that I can describe as desire.

-Then call me Cregan, just Cregan.

Our noses brush against each other, my memory takes me back to our meeting in front of the Heart Tree, our hearts beating in unison, I avoid his gaze, his breath against my temple, his hands on my hips, I sweat I breathe and I die at the same time.

-Nymeria… Cregan whispers and I faint

I grab the back of his neck and kiss him without him even realizing it, I don't think, I slide my lips against his letting myself be carried away by my desires. Immediately Cregan takes a deep breath, he holds me against him, our mouths hungry for each other respond.

His tongue teases my lips and I open them so that our kiss becomes more passionate, his hands are everywhere, mine claw at the back of his neck, play in his hair, our breathing is heavy and damn I feel so good in his arms, so well until this noise which startles us.

-Princess Nymeria! shouts a distant voice

Cregan breaks away from me, a hand on my arm as I slowly pull myself together, he caresses my elbow as I look at him in complete wonder and fear.

-I'm sorry… I, you are running away from this kind of situation and I…

-I wanted it Princess, Cregan smiled shyly, I wanted to kiss you since our first meeting. I wanted you Princess Nymeria, from the beginning. He confesses

My heart has just stopped or it has just started again, hope, love, happiness I don't know how to put a name to the emotions that run through me.

-So why ? During your last visit did you…

-My father speaking to the King, he avoids my gaze while swallowing, his Majesty did not want to separate from you while you were all in mourning, and I understand that.

It is true that I was ten and four years old, my mother had just died, my little brother too, and my Uncle was kicked out of the court. It’s true that it wasn’t the right time for me to leave.

-And I didn't want to make a decision without talking to you first. I didn't want to force your hand…

-I will be gone, I cut him off with emotion in my voice, I will be gone with you Cregan.

Surprised and bewildered, Cregan approaches me a little further, taking my hands in his.

-Will you still speak to the King? I ask looking at our hands

I pray to the Gods of ancient Valyria that his answer is positive. Cregan has been married before, lost his wife quickly and told me he doesn't want to remarry anytime soon only here we are in this garden talking about my future and his.

-Only if you want me to talk to him about it. he responds while maintaining eye contact

-I want it Cregan, I find his eyes, I really want it.

-Then I will talk to him.

-Princess ?

Our hands linked, Cregan and I turn towards the voice and slowly I remove my hands, meeting Ser Erryck's gaze. I lower my head before looking back up at him as he looks at the two of us.

-Everything is fine ? I ask approaching him

-Blood has been shed Princess, Ser Joffrey was beaten to death in the great hall by Ser Criston Cole

My mouth drops completely open at my shock and Cregan steps forward shocked too.

-We were looking for you Princess, everywhere, the Crown Princess is about to pronounce her vows. Continue Ser Erryck

-I'll be there right away, I turn to Cregan and he nods.

When I run into the great hall, the floor is covered in food, the blood of my cousin's lover is on the same floor and on his clothes, Rhaenyra is disheveled, her white dress stained with blood , dried tears on the face.

-Sister ? I ask taking her in my arms

-By the Gods, I was so scared. She whispers

She smells of Daemon I notice, his scent is all over her. And before I even ask him a question, the Maester calls out to us.

-Let's go Princess, let's get ready for the wishes. Begins the Maester

And this is how the second royal marriage begins, in a bath of anger, unspoken, and blood. A glaring example of our family, us Targaryens. Welcome Leanor.

[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

from the moment you leave i can’t help but miss you

elriel month prompt one: shy glances & restricted touches

Light angst, slightly NSFW.

Meet me in the second-floor library.

That was all he had said.

Months. It had been months since Azriel had stepped foot in this house whilst Elain was present and the first thing she heard from him were those seven words.

She shouldn’t have been so surprised he had shown up for this, of course he’d be here today. It was Nyx’s first birthday after all; he would have never not come. 

He had become so proficient at providing excuses for missing family dinners that she had expected more of the same. He was off on a mission, he was needed in the Hewn City, he was overseeing training in the Illyrian Steppes. It was always something.

But today he had shown up, wearing a fine fitting black shirt and perfectly tailored pants that had Elain’s stomach twisting in knots with the way it showed off his truly magnificent physique. His cobalt siphons still sat atop his lovely hands, his tanned forearms catching Elain’s attention when she noticed he’d rolled up his sleeves, but otherwise he was the picture of effortless ease, strolling into the garden party where the rest of their family and closest friends assembled to celebrate the young heir.

All afternoon she had tried to avoid his attention, feeling a heat creep up her cheeks each time she thought of him. But every time she glanced in his direction, she found him already staring, quickly averting his eyes before having them flit back to her. As if he couldn’t help his gaze from drifting toward her.

His attention felt like a hot brand on her back, Elain remaining distractedly aware that his piercing hazel eyes were following her about the garden as she swapped out empty platters of food and chatted merrily to Feyre and Rhys’ guests.

She’d worn a strappy, lavender silk dress for the occasion, the colour an homage to the blooming spring around them as well as a compliment to her nephews sparkling eyes. But had she known he would be attending she’d have chosen something less… revealing. Not that her dress was revealing per se, but the way the Shadowsingers’ gaze followed her as she flitted about the garden had Elain’s skin feeling flushed, and she desperately hoped the blush creeping up her cheeks wasn’t mirrored elsewhere on her exposed skin.

Forcing those illicit thoughts from her mind, Elain feigned a pleasant smile, plastering that tepid expression on her face until she grew distracted enough to forget her anxieties and it became sincere.

She had been engrossed in conversation with Helion, his amber eyes gleaming in the late afternoon sun, when she’d felt the soft touch of a familiar shadow. 

Meet me in the second-floor library.

Gone before it was noticed, the message had been whispered in her ear, the silken threads of its darkness caressing her smooth skin like a lover. The lone shadow had twined about her neck, lingering at the shell of her pointed ear before flitting back to its master unseen. 

The second-floor library was seldom used, and Azriel knew that. It housed a few stacks of ancient books, a mahogany desk and a few plush armchairs scattered throughout, but Inner Circle meetings were usually held in Rhys' study on the first floor. He mustn’t have been summoning her for official business then. Elain gulped, attempting to tamper the heat that was rising within her.

All it had taken were those seven words, and here she remained, contemplating the decision between ignoring the whispered message, or succumbing to his forbidden request.

Deeming it improper to drop her hostess duties at his every whim, she ignored his message and continued her conversation with Helion, overzealously requesting additional details about the formal gardens surrounding the grand libraries his court boasted. No matter how much she wanted to run back into the house and meet him. Distraction was key, but that heat never abated.

After a while, she couldn’t help but be enthralled by Helion’s charismatic demeanour and easy-going nature, so at odds with the intimidating High Lord he portrayed to those outside of his closest circle. Elain found herself thoroughly enjoying his company. 

But it wasn’t long before a second shadow had come slinking along, winding itself around the silky strands of the hair, laving at her the skin behind her ear.

Please, Elain.

The shadow-carried message was more desperate and pleading this time, accompanied with a lingering caress from that tendril of darkness on the delicate skin of her throat. 

She hadn’t noticed Azriel make his way over to them through the small crowd, nonchalantly edging his way closer to no doubt listen in on why she was so enraptured in conversation with a dashing High Lord. Was that a hint of jealousy glinting in his hazel eyes?

Azriel’s gaze locked on hers for the briefest of moments before he brushed passed her, a solitary scarred finger stretched toward hers as he did. Their fingertips found each others in the folds of her dress, the swaths of smooth silk ensuring no one caught sight of the small, intimate interaction.

Her breath caught in her throat at the brief touch, his warm skin igniting hers in a way no other male had ever managed to do. His touch sparked a rush beneath her skin and Elain prayed that none of the astute fae ears around them heard her thundering heart.

Her concentration had finally slipped from the attention of the High Lord of Day; surely Azriel’s intention with the subtle caress. But try as she might, she could no longer ignore the Shadowsingers’ request. He had accomplished his mission.

Cad.

Awaiting an appropriate break in the conversation, Elain politely excused herself and made her way toward the River manor, picking up a few empty platters on her way inside. 

On silent feet, she casually meandered her way through the manor, consciously shifting her expression to simply appear absent-minded to any unwanted eyes that may be following her movements throughout the halls.

Climbing the grand staircase, she strolled up to the second-floor library where she was instructed to go, and as soon as she had clicked the heavy mahogany door closed behind her, the Spymaster materialised from a swarm of shadows milling about between two stacks of old books.

Elain’s breath caught in her chest. It was always prone to doing so when he was nearby. He was devastating.

He stood before her, broad-shouldered and solemn faced, pausing as his eyes once again raked over her, taking in every inch of her from head to toe. She burned under his heavy gaze.

With sure, fluid movements, it took him all but three long strides before he was standing before her, his imposing frame crowding her senses, leaving just a hairsbreadth of space between their yearning bodies.

“I wasn’t sure you’d be here today.”

Azriel didn’t answer straight away, he merely shifted closer still, his hand coming to rest on her waist, its warm weight heating her skin. 

Craning his neck down toward her, Azriel gingerly rest his forehead against hers, breathing in her honey and jasmine scent, and his eyes fluttered closed. Finally content.

He stood motionless for several moments, the only movement was his chest rising and falling as he slowly took lungfuls of her in, as if he needed her very essence to carry away the time they had spent apart before he could continue any further.

Opening his eyes but making no movements to pull away, he responded.

“I would never have missed it. Besides Rhys and Feyre would never forgive me if I did.”

“I just thought, with the way it’s been lately—”

“I don’t want to talk about that,” he murmured softly.

She didn’t blame him, the growing tension between the Shadowsinger and High Lord had been palpable lately.

To prove his point, he brought his other hand up to twine into her hair, his fingers grazing the delicate skin of her neck on its way. It sent a shiver up her spine that didn’t go unnoticed by Azriel, his eyes smouldering at her reaction.

Elain sighed into his chest, turning pliant in his arms as Azriel brought his lips to her throat, skimming her smooth alabaster skin with his nose as the fingers at her waist gripped her tighter.

A searing heat scorched its way up Elain’s insides, her veins thrumming with hedonistic desire, the sudden need to feel more of him engulfing her senses.

Elain had thought she had known the intoxicating feeling of passion when she was human, but in her fae body, the concept took on an entirely different meaning. Those fae instincts were sometimes all consuming, screaming at her to take, and feel, and want.

She dragged her hands up into his dark hair, scraping her nails across his scalp as his lips continued to lightly graze the skin of her neck, feeling his body shudder against hers at the sensation. 

He was barely touching her, barely allowing those lips to flutter across her flesh, and yet Elain burned. She burned with a desire so ferocious she feared one day it would consume her wholly.

She whimpered, and in answer Azriel finally allowed let his mouth to lave at her pulse, tasting the skin there, letting the steady thrum of her heartbeat set the pace of his actions. 

His tongue darted out from between his full lips, suckling at her flesh and he moaned, moaned at the taste of her. He was so proficient at leaving her needy and pliant, that all she could do in that moment was angle her jaw, giving him more, silently urging him to take it all.

Wrapping her arms tight around his neck she pulled his chest against hers, fusing her softness with his hard lines, revelling in the feeling of every inch of her flushed skin being pressed against his.

The only barrier between them now was the clothing that hung off their forms, serving as a feeble obstacle to the kindled flames that roared within them, begging to twine and dance together. 

His mouth didn’t leave the curve of her neck, continuing its march up her throat to lick at the delicate skin behind her ear, sucking her lobe into his mouth before releasing it from between his teeth. She bit her lip at his ministrations, stifling another whimper.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that they had to be apart. The periods he was away proved to be utter agony for the both of them. The endless longing only growing unbearable in his absence. It never dissipated, never wavered. And every time he’d return, they were only granted these fleeting, secret moments when it was assured they wouldn’t be found. This had been their most daring meeting yet with a garden full of fae just one level below. But in this moment they found it near impossible to care, both clearly desperate for each other after weeks apart.

They were not granted the privilege of being able to share their feelings in public, did not have the honour of being openly intimate whenever they pleased. They had been forced into shadowed corners and midnight affairs, the gentle grazes of skin as they passed each other by and weighted glances they traded across the room serving as small appetisers before they could be sated once again. Until they found themselves in each other’s embrace once more.

Clutching her firmly into his hard chest, Azriel’s broad hand paused on the small of her back, his nimble fingers inching their way down the smooth silk of her dress toward her behind.

Elain arched into him, silently urging his hands to move, touch, take. She fisted a handful of his hair in her fingers causing him to reluctantly tear his lips from her neck.

He pinned her with his heavy gaze, hazel eyes swirling with a hungry passion she had only ever witnessed when thrust upon her. A warm hum tingled low in her belly.

Nuzzling her nose to his, his cedar and mist scent turned headier, the air surrounding them becoming intoxicated with the fragrance of their mingled arousal.

“Azriel.” His name passed through her lips on a desperate, wanton breath.

She needn’t say anything else. From that single, uttered word, Azriel was able to discern her every desire. He knew. He tasted her need in the air between them, he sensed her arousal wafting around them like a bewitching mist. He understood her every gasp and twitch and whimper, as he too felt it deep within his soul.

His hot breath fanned across her face, his eyes flitting between hers before he gripped her plump behind in both of his palms and squeezed.

His rough hands groped her delicious curves, fingertips pressing into the plush flesh of her ass before they slid up her body, up her back and across her waist, marvelling in the feeling of the soft contours of her figure. 

Finally capturing her lips with his, Azriel held nothing back as he kissed her. His mouth was hot and bruising, his tongue tracing the curve of her lips before it stroked its way further along her jaw and back again. He groaned into her mouth, relishing in her sweet taste and softness, his hands remaining busy as they roamed across her body; grasping at her hips, her thighs.

Dragging his broad hands up around the sides of her waist, Azriel traced a thumb along the side of her breast through the thin material of her dress, and she couldn’t help but throw her head back at the inferno it ignited, breaking their kiss with a heavy pant.

She gasped, her eyes fluttering open and finding Azriel’s beautiful face, his eyes shimmering with want and lips swollen from their ministrations.

She wanted to kiss him for an eternity. Even longer. She’d give Azriel everything, and she knew he’d give her everything and more in return. 

She wanted to give him all of her and have every little piece of him for herself. And she knew once she did, once they traded those final pieces of themselves, she would never be the same again. She would be irrevocably changed, Azriel branding himself forever on her very soul, a scar she would never want to see fade.

But as she continued staring up into his magnificent face, the haze of their passion began to retreat, their minds clearing for just a moment, long enough for both of them to realise now was not the time…

They had already been gone for long enough and surely, they would have been missed. The spymaster was well aware of this, his shadows always watching, listening.

One day, they would be able to share more than a heated kiss in a quiet garden or an abandoned room. But for now, a small prince was waiting. And although it pained her to do so, they both needed to go. 

Clutching the lapels of his shirt, she dragged Azriel’s face down to hers once more, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. Elain allowed their tongues to tangle languidly, allowing one more taste of each other before they returned to their nephews’ party.

The regret in Azriel’s eyes never ceased to pain her. Every time they were forced apart, still needy and wanting, that look in his eyes was like a dagger to her heart. But he understood, he always understood.

His palm came up to cradle her cheek, his forehead once again resting against hers.

“I’ll find a way, Elain. I promise you.” It was barely a whisper, his voice rough with unanswered need.

His eyes shone with the hurt they both felt, and she knew it was reflected in her own. That after years of friendship, and months of these feelings of… something more, it pained her that they were only granted these fleeting, stolen moments.

“I know.” She reached up on her tiptoes and gave him one last, sweet kiss.

She didn’t doubt him for a second.

One day, they would be able to love each other openly as her sisters did their mates. One day, they wouldn’t be forced to pretend they were nothing more than friends. One day, their sleepless nights and agonised yearning would be nothing but a distant memory.

But for now, they’d remain in the shadows, those small touches and shy glances sustaining them until they could meet again.

*******

EM tag list:

If you’d like to be added/removed from my elriel month tag list, or I’ve somehow missed you, please let me know. T xo

@waternymphia

@shedoessoshedoes

@nightcourtseer

@tealeaves-and-rosepetals

@jasmineandshadows

@zdenkah

@dottielovegood

@casuallivi

@azrielslight

@ultadverb

@tswaney17

@batboyazriel

@duskwhisperer

@thoughtsaboutshows

@mardereads19

@a-frog-with-a-laptop

@123moiaussi

@reverie-tales

@britishwings

@glasscupsss

@gracie-rosee

@massiveattackangel

@thesistersarcheron

@dreamsandwings

@shadowflorecita

@elainsweetcobalt

@demarogue

@lesolehabitantdelalune

@elrielbaby

@happy-go-lucky-fangirl

@nivem565

@broodybatboy

@edanmaia

@booksnightowl

@saz-griffin

@elriel-month

[sunlightmurdock]

Operation Apollo | 0.7 | Jake Seresin x Reader AU

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter | Masterlist

Synopsis: After a threat is made against her life, the President’s grown up daughter gets her security tripled. Her long term detail is about to retire and needs replacing, only — she isn’t the easiest to work with. Ex-Navy and current Secret Service, Jake Seresin is devoted to being the best at everything he does. He isn’t going to let a bratty little girl cost him this job.

Warnings: age gap, power imbalance, enemies to lovers, danger and angst + eventual smut

…

“Do I look okay?” You ask, smoothing out the bottom of your dress. Jake rolls his eyes and checks around the two of you.

“If I say no, can we leave?” Jake mutters.

You smile slightly. If the answer was no, you know he would have just said that. That must mean that he does like the way you look. He does, but he isn’t in the mood to be paying you any compliments.

“Renegade for an emergency, then we can go - otherwise, just an hour. That’s it.”

It’s hard to keep friends when you’re essentially on hour arrest every couple of months. Every friend you’ve ever had has either used your position to help themselves, or become so inconvenienced by your lifestyle that they stop talking to you all together.

Blake moved into the neighborhood last December and had invited you to her housewarming party. You had fit in well with her friends, and so far, they’ve let you stick around. You don’t want to blow this.

“Wait, wait.” Jake sighs.

You turn, frowning, ready to defend yourself all over again. He grabs your waist and turns you back around, stepping closer to you. You flinch as he grabs the back of your dress and tugs hard, pulling the tag off.

“Oh my god.”

“You’re lucky I’m feeling nice, I could’ve let you walk in there.” Jake declares, turning the tag around, “Fuck - this is the price for one dress?”

“Come on.” You urge him, ignoring the comment about the price. The only way your father knows how to prove to you that you’re loved is by providing you access to his credit cards.

Besides, it’s not like you buy stuff like this often, since you rarely have anywhere to wear it. Jake checks around as he follows you into the house. It isn’t that busy here yet, it’s only eleven.

“You made it!”

Jake tenses slightly as you’re immediately grabbed the moment you’re through the door. A bubbly redhead drapes herself around you, you both giggle as you hug. The redhead looks past your shoulder and quirks an eyebrow suggestively at Jake.

He stares at her seriously.

“Is this my present?” The redhead smirks as she untangles herself from you and grins at him. Jake remains silent. You look between the two of them and smile.

“Jake, this is Blake - Blake, this is Jake. He’s my… friend.”

Blake sips at a martini glass and hums, nodding her head knowingly at you. “Men in black type friend, right?”

“Just here to keep me out of trouble.” You agree, smiling slightly.

Jake looks around the room, silently checking out how many people are here already. He looks back at you. You smile sweetly at him and ignore him trying to glare through you. This is going to be a long night.

Jake hasn’t been to a house party like this since he was in his twenties. The kind of house parties he’s invited to nowadays usually involve balloons and dozens of kids running around.

Still, he seems more comfortable here than you do.

Blake hands you a drink and then disappears to go and greet more guests. Jake follows you around for a bit as you sip nervously at it. Eventually you settle in the sitting room, beside a table of drinks.

You fiddle with the glass.

“What’s wrong, party girl? - I know you didn’t drag me up here to stand in this corner all night.” Jake teases, folding his arms over his chest. He catches a girl’s lips part in surprise, her eyes wide and focused on his arms as she passes him.

All these girls are great for his ego.

“I… I’m not going to stand here all night,” You tell him firmly, lifting your chin and letting out a breath. You swallow. “I just need a minute.”

Jake’s brows scrunch disapprovingly. He turns and looks around, then looks back at you and shakes his head. “You’re the only girl I know that’s brave enough to sneak out and too scared to misbehave once you’re out. You already did the hard part.”

He knows that he shouldn’t be encouraging this, but he just doesn’t get what’s holding you back. Your friends are enjoying themselves, and you’re standing here, alone with him.

You frown, shifting on your feet, leaning slightly closer to him.

“Look, your friends are shotgunning beers, go - be normal.” He points for you to go and join them, then nudges you slightly towards them. You stop, whipping your head around to frown at him for pushing you.

“Go.” Jake stands firm, pointing towards them again.

“I don’t know how.” You whisper through gritted teeth. Jake’s brows scrunch slightly. He looks between you and your friends, then shakes his head.

“I thought all of you rich kids were doing drugs in highschool, and you’re telling me you’ve never shotgunned a beer?” He scoffs.

“Don’t make fun of me.” You frown, hitting his stomach. Jake lets out a breath, unfolding his arms and staring at you. You shift closer to him as someone brushes past you.

“Wait here.”

“Wait, don’t leave me here.” You complain.

“I’m coming back, just don’t move.” Jake waves you off. You watch, biting the inside of your cheek as he walks over to the cooler and pulls a can of beer out. He walks back over to you calmly.

Jake pulls his keys from the front pocket of his jeans and lifts them, then hands the can to you.

“I’m going to show you how to do this once and we’re not ever going to mention this to your dad, okay?” Jake explains, holding the can up to you. Your lips part slightly.

Manny would have done this for you. Allen, on a good day, might have done this for you. Jake, you weren’t expecting this from.

“So, you tilt it, create an air pocket near the top,” He demonstrates for you, standing close so that you can hear him over the music. You lean into his side. “Don’t stab the can, you’re just going to spill it. They’re soft, you just need a little bit of pressure.”

He presses the tip of the key into the edge of the can and creates a hole.

“Wanna make it big enough for you to drink out of, don’t cut yourself on the edges.” He murmurs softly. You watch him do it for you.

Jake stands up straight and lifts the can towards you, “Put your mouth over that part, pop the tab. You ready?”

You nod at him. You tilt it like he showed you, popping the tab as your mouth covers the hole he just made. Jake's nose scrunches amusedly as he watches you.

He watches you struggle after three gulps. He chuckles, lifting his hand to touch the bottom of the can, keeping it against your mouth, “Ah, ah - finish it all.”

Your cheeks burn.

Jake turns his head to watch the selection of people that have realised who you are, and are watching you. He chuckles softly. You drop the can and throw your arms into the air, grinning at him.

Jake laughs as you drape your arms around his shoulders and whoop.

"Wasn't bad for your first time." Jake tells you, his lips are beside your ear, you can hear him just fine over the music. You squeeze your arms around his shoulders happily.

"Another one? — Will you do one with me?" You ask him.

"Let's give it a minute, can't have you puking on that pretty dress, huh?" Jake pats the small of your back softly, platonically, and untangles himself from you. "You wanna get a real drink to take?"

You nod at him and look over the table. Jake waits with you while you mix yourself a double measure of an unlabelled white spirit and sprite. Then, he turns and sticks his hand out behind him.

You smile giddily, slipping your hand into his and letting him lead you away. Jake squeezes your palm in his as he leads you out onto the back patio, your brows furrow slightly, wondering where he's taking you.

He glances back, then points to your friends sitting over by the bar and laughing together.

"Have fun. I'm gonna be just over here if you need me." His thumb brushes affectionately over the back of your hand. You glance down at the movement, then back up at his face. Your lips quirk up and you're certain you couldn't stop yourself from smiling if you tried.

"Why don't you come hang out with us?" You offer.

Jake smiles, but shakes his head, "Still have a job to do. I'll be right here. Now go." He releases your hand and gestures for you to go to your friends. You walk over to them and Jake watches as you're embraced by two girls, before being welcomed to sit in the middle of them.

He glances around him, glad for the breeze after the incessant heat the past few days. He considers that you're probably going to get cold in a while.

Your friends aren't the only ones outside, there are groups here and there, but it's far less packed than inside. Jake's grateful for the perspective.

Perspective. You, months away from so called freedom, ready to live this life that was put on pause seven years ago. Jake, who chose to step away from his old life and leave it on pause because he can't handle going back to it without her there.

You're so similar, really.

You're smart, you're great at what you do and you're confident about it. Jake knows first hand that those are dangerous features to possess. But suffocating you won't keep you safe, won't stop you from making his mistakes.

He watches you laughing with your friends and considers the big picture. Being hidden away in that big house in the hills isn't much of a life at all.

He stands with his arms crossed in front of him and surveys his surroundings periodically. You're safe. You're having fun. You can't stop thinking about his thumb swiping over the back of your hand like that, the soft smile on his lips, the look in his eye.

You glance back at him. He isn't looking directly at you, he's looking around, laser-focused. His eyes land on you finally and his lips quirk, he gives you a soft nod of acknowledgment.

"You're so lucky," Julia tells you as she leans in to your side. She’s Blake’s younger sister. You give her a quick look and find that she, too, is looking over at Jake. You scoff at the idea. If only she knew that this was the same man who had spent most of the past three weeks arguing with you. "I'd kill for a man to look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that." She clarifies, nodding her head in his direction. Jake smiles softly as you turn to look at him.

You look down at your drink, it's nearly empty now, you could probably do with another.

“I’ll be right back.” You tell her, pushing yourself up and crossing towards Jake. Jake raises his eyebrows as you reach him.

“Ready to go home?” He asks playfully. You shake your head, lips quirked up softly.

“Could you come with me to get another drink, please?” You say gently. Jake looks down at the empty cup in your hand, then nods, sliding his palm into yours. He weaves his fingers between yours.

You swallow softly, your eyes on his shoulders as he leads you back inside. You pull yourself closer to him and lean your cheek against his shoulder. Jake squeezes your hand.

He would brush you off, but the proximity makes it easier for him to keep track of you now that the party is getting busier. He pulls you to stand in front of him at the table.

“Get what you want. Your friends are dancing,” Jake notices, shooting a look into the other room as he passes a fresh red cup into your hand. This room is pretty busy. His chest presses to your back as someone brushes past him. “You gonna dance with them?”

“Maybe once I’m feeling a little braver.” You answer, talking loudly so that he can hear you over the music. He doesn’t have to talk loud, his lips are right beside your ear when he’s standing like this. “And you said you’d shotgun a beer with me.”

Jake groans softly.

“I’m not shoving through all of these people for a beer,” He grumbles. He reaches past you and rests his hand on the table, beside your hip. “Pick a drink, we’ll do a shot. One shot.”

You look back at him over your shoulder and grin. You reach for a bottle.

“Put that schnapps back right now.” Jake demands, shaking his head. “Embarrassing. Pick something worth it.”

You bite your cheek to keep from smiling as you reach for a different bottle. Jake scoffs. He reaches out, covering your hand with his, guiding your hand forwards until it’s wrapped around the neck of a bottle of tequila.

“There we go, fantastic choice.” Jake teases. His breath tickles your neck, you squirm and lean into his touch with a soft laugh. He shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s nice to see you relaxing.

It’s nice to see him relax too. He’s funny when he isn’t being mean.

You pour two shot glasses, then twist your torso so that you can see him, passing him his. Jake bumps the glass against yours, then downs it. You finish the shot and drop both of the glasses back onto the side of the table.

You shiver at the warm feeling spreading through your chest, Jake chuckles softly at the feeling of you shake against him. He grabs your cup and passes it into your hand.

He checks his watch, “Alright, it’s one-thirty. We’re leaving at two, go have fun.”

“Dance with me.” You turn and rest one hand on his arm, looking up at him through your lashes, a sweet smile on your lips. Jake’s lips quirk affectionately, but he shakes his head and turns you away from him.

“Go, be normal.” He urges you.

You shoot him a look back over your shoulder, jutting your lip out and pouting playfully at him. His lips quirk. He nods for you to go ahead. You’re welcomed by your friends giggling when they spot you, they welcome you into the middle of the group.

Jake moves over to the stairs, making sure he’s got a good view of you at all times. Standing and watching you, it occurs to Jake just how restrictive your upbringing has been.

Last week in D.C., you were about the only person there that was your age. It’s been that way for your entire life. Jake can’t imagine what it must have been like to grow up surrounded by such pressure, such a need to be so perfect.

Now that you’re more relaxed, you fit into this environment just as well as you fit into that circus last week. It’s a skill that Jake’s certain he wouldn’t have had at your age, it’s impressive.

You catch sight of him and grin. Jake watches as your hands skim up your sides, hips swaying as you move to the music. His lips twitch just slightly, he almost smiles. Blake’s arms drape around your waist as the two of you move together.

Jake loses track of time watching you have fun. He checks his watch and it’s almost three in the morning.

You look up and he jerks his head, motioning for you to leave. You nod at him, knowing that pushing your luck would be stupid right now. You say goodbye to your friends and you loop around to meet Jake by the front door.

It’s a short walk back to your place, Jake remembers the shortcut.

“Shit, I wasn’t expecting it to be so rocky.” You breathe out as the two of you step onto the dirt path. Jake reaches behind him and slips his palm into yours.

He guides you closer to him until you’re close enough to loop your arms around his. You rest your cheek against his shoulder.

“Did you have a good time?” Jake asks, squeezing his hand over yours. You’re surprised that he asks, but you nod. “Good. Because if you try to pull this shit again, don’t think I won’t drag you home.”

You giggle, but both of you know that he isn’t joking.

“Alright, now show me how you got out.” Jake demands, the moment the house comes into view. You whine and lean your head back.

“It’s hard and I’ve been drinking, can’t we just go through the front door?” You complain, hugging yourself closer to him as the breeze sends a chill through you.

“Nope, show me.” Jake pulls his arm out of your grasp. You groan. He follows you around to the side of the house and watches as you pull yourself up onto the flat edge on top of the wall, then over.

He winces as you drop down on the other side, realising he probably should have gone first. He curses softly, pulling himself up and dropping over with ease. This is bad - he did that too easily, and you managed it in heels and half drunk.

“You okay?” Jake checks.

“Uh-huh, this way.” You answer him. He falters for a moment, watching silently as you walk off ahead like that was no big deal. Jake’s lips part as soon as he spots it.

The steel artwork on the side of the house. It’s practically a fucking ladder. You’ve mastered getting up and down it, even in heels. Once you’re almost at the top, you shuffle to the far side of the balcony, then stand upright and stick close to the door that borders his room.

Jake checks the feed on his phone, you’re out of frame.

“Fuck.” He mutters. He walks around to the back door and lets himself into the kitchen, then locks up behind him. He passes through into the living room and flicks the lamp on, dropping down onto the couch and pulling out his phone.

Your heels tap on the stairs, then on the floor, then you’re dropping down onto the couch next to him. You lean into his side and look down at his phone, seeing that he’s already looking for contractors to tear that metal down.

You don’t argue with him, it’s a good decision. Your curl into his side, lifting your knees as you unfasten the straps around your ankles and slide off the heels, then rest your knees against his thigh.

“Thanks for tonight,” You say softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. Jake pats your knee softly, still searching through the list of emergency contacts. It’s almost four now, there’s a guy that can be here at six to get that thing torn down. “I really appreciate it.”

“Was nice seeing you let your hair down.” Jake admits, making sure the arrangements are in place for two hours from now. He rubs at his eyes tiredly, knowing there’s no point in heading to bed before the guy arrives.

Besides, he has a feeling he wouldn’t sleep very well anyway, knowing that he might as well have left your balcony door wide open these past three weeks. He squeezes your knee softly, mad with himself for not noticing sooner.

“You should get some sleep,” Jake decides. “I don’t want Allen or Manny to hear about this, and they’re going to be asking questions if you’re yawning all day tomorrow.”

You nod, he’s right, and you are tired.

“Okay.” You lean forwards and press your lips softly to his cheek. It’s pushing your luck, you know it. “Goodnight.” Jake doesn’t pull away. He turns his jaw to look at you as you move back.

Jake’s eyes bore into yours.

He isn’t yelling at you, which is a good sign. You scoot forwards and press your lips softly to his. Jake knows that he’s going to regret this in the morning. But he doesn’t right now.

He leans into you, his hand skimming up your thigh, coming to rest at the small of your back as he moves his lips against yours. You press yourself closer to him, your hands sitting awkwardly in your lap - afraid that if you move, he’ll stop.

Jake’s palm splays out along the base of your spine, firm and strong. His tongue brushes your bottom lip just slightly, slipping into your mouth the moment you part your lips for him. You press your thighs together.

Since your knees are resting against his thigh, Jake feels the movement.

You’ve been thinking about this since he had you pinned to your mattress back in D.C. - and it was worth the wait. Jake knows what he’s doing. He presses more firmly into the base of your spine.

He’s strong enough to guide you forwards, hooking his free hand under your kneecap, pulling it over his lap until you’re straddling him.

You hum softly, eagerly, into his mouth, finally bold enough to touch him. Your fingers slide around to cup the back of his neck, holding him against you.

Jake’s hands find your hips, pushing you down against him as he grinds himself up against you. You moan quietly, working with him as you grind yourself back down onto his lap.

This is the end of his career, he knows it. He’s smart, he’s a professional. He knows better than this. Neither one of you says anything, knowing that the second you stop, it’ll become apparent that you shouldn’t be doing this.

He pulls you tighter against him, caressing his tongue against yours. You push back slightly, sliding your hand from the back of his neck, down his chest.

Your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt. Jake grabs your hips tight, pressing his chest against yours, flipping the both of you so that you’re on your back and he’s between your legs.

Allen’s room is twenty feet from the living room, you know that you shouldn’t be doing this, but that doesn’t stop you.

Your hands skim under Jake’s shirt, grabbing at his sides, pulling him closer against you. He plants one hand into the couch cushion beside your head, slotting himself between your legs, grinding his hips forwards.

Your dress bunches around your hips at the movement, you push yourself eagerly against him. He’s hard and straining against the denim of his black jeans, the bulge rocking softly against your underwear as you kiss feverishly.

Your fingers brush his belt, giving one soft tug at the leather and pulling it out of the buckle just slightly, before Jake catches your wrist.

“Don’t.” He says softly, dropping your arm back down to the side, cupping your throat with his palm as he drops his mouth to kiss at the curve of your jaw.

Breathless, you whimper softly as he nips at the spot below your ear. Your brows furrow slightly, as you lift your hand and tug at his belt once more. Jake grabs your wrist.

“I said: don’t.” He mutters.

You frown, confused. “What? - Why?”

“I’m not going to fuck you.” Jake breathes out. You frown slightly, eyes fluttering closed as he kisses desperately along your collarbones.

“Why not?” You complain, lifting your hips to grind against the bulge in his jeans. Jake groans softly and sits back on his knees. He skims his hands along your thighs.

“Because it wouldn’t be right.” He answers you like it’s obvious.

“I’m not drunk!” You insist, pushing yourself up on your elbows. Jake shakes his head, he knows that - he just watched you scale the side of a building.

“It’s not that.” He shrugs. He glances down, squeezing softly at your hips.

“Then what?” You frown up at him.

“I’d feel better about myself if we didn’t fuck.” Jake answers calmly. It’s true. He’s going to be here for another year, and it’s going to be painful if the two of you have sex a month in.

You stare at him. Jake lets the silence linger between the two of you, secure in what he said.

“You… would feel better about yourself… if we didn’t have sex?” You give him a chance to correct himself. Instead, he nods at you. You frown. Jake stares back at you.

“God, do you have to be such an asshole all of the time?” You sigh.

Jake frowns, “What?”

“You could’ve just said ‘I don’t feel like it’. Fuck, have you ever even talked to a girl before?” You complain, pulling yourself out from under him and kicking at his thigh.

“I’m being honest!” Jake tells you.

“So, making out is fine but sex would be too far?” You scoff.

“Yes.” Jake answers.

You roll your eyes at him. Jake listens to you walk away, sighing softly as he drops back down onto the couch. He runs his fingers through his hair and leans his head back.

That was a big mistake, he knows it already. He lifts his gaze and looks to the blinking red light in the corner of the room, sitting quickly upright, “Oh, fuck.”

…

@alanadetigy @thedroneranger @momc95 @basicchelsea @perpetuelledaydreaming @cherrycola27 @eviesaurusrex @xoxabs88xox @desert-fern @fuckyeahhangman @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @khaylin27 @cowboybarbie @the-mouse27 @someinsanefangirl @marchingicenotes7 @marantha @lgg5989 @herladyshipxx @chaoticweirdogeek @mak-32 @obiwankenobis-lap @diamond-3 @wolvesofthewinter

[rafeandonlyrafe]

a mini ficlette to say sorry for not uploading as much recently that ended up not at all being mini and being almost 1k words but im posting anyways bc i will get more consistent i swear

also posting on mobile (so the formatting is probably shit) so not doing taglist bc idk how to do that lol. will properly fix everything up when i get home have my precious laptop

enough blabbering, here is the ficlette!

“sarah!” you whisper again, but your friend doesn't budge. you sigh and climb out of bed, glad that its a california king, big enough for both of you to share comfortably, and for your thrashing not to wake her up.

you warned sarah that you were prone to nightmares and didn't mind sleeping on the floor or in one of the guest bedrooms, but sarah insisted it was fine to share as she's a deep sleeper. you look back at her as you slip out of the room, realizing just how true that is.

you walk down the stairs quietly, glad that the stairs don't creak too loudly. when you reach the first floor, you pause to make sure you didn't wake anyone up before wandering through the house. aimless pacing is your best solution to getting over a nightmare, moving your body to tire it out and easing your mind at the same time.

you hum softly to yourself, a comforting tune your mother used to sing to you when you were a child. you don't know the name of it, but the melody is cemented in your memory.

you admire the art on the wall, your eyes having adjusted to the moonlight shining through the windows enough to make it out. you see a movement out of the corner of your eye and gasp, turning when the noise reaches you of the front door closing.

“what are you doing awake?” rafe asks, his voice low as he sneaks back into the house. what you didn't know is that he stayed out late just to avoid you, not wanting to get involved with his sisters friend but unable to control his emotions when around you.

“i-i had a nightmare.” you explain, eyebrows knitting together as you wait to hear the judgement coming from rafe. a scoffing laugh at still getting nightmares, maybe him calling you immature, a child, but it doesn't come. in fact, his face softens.

“im sorry.” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, briefly pushing it off his forehead before it falls immediately back into place. “what usually helps?”

“walking around.” you wave your hand in the air, indicating that you just wander.

“can i join you then?” rafe offers, and you give a small nod. “yeah. yeah, totally.” you smile as rafe comes to your side, joining each other in slowly walking around the first floor of the house. you're silent for a couple minutes before you start to hum again, not missing the smile that graces rafes face when your tune begins.

your music is interrupted by yawns, until you're doing more yawning than whistling. 

“come on, let's get you to bed.” rafe says when you pass in front of the stairs, a firm hand on your back. you nod, letting him partially support your weight as you walk up the stairs.

“thanks, rafe.” you say softly when you reach his door.

“will you be okay?” he asks, a hand smoothing over your hair, his fingers twirling the end before dropping it. “i mean, with your nightmare.”

“i-i probably will be.” you say honestly. usually once you have a nightmare that wakes you, you don't have another when you manage to get back to sleep.

“you can-” rafe clears his throat, his eyes darting around your face. “you can sleep in my bed. if you want… with me.” rafe clarifies after a moment when you just silently stare at him.

“like… cuddle?” you question, wanting to make sure his intentions are very clear.

“yeah. cuddle. i can hold you so you don't have any more nightmares.”

“yes. yeah” you nod, “id really like that, rafe.”

“okay.” rafe smiles, opening his door and letting you walk in first.

you don't spend time looking around the room, heading right for the bed hoping that rafe doesn't see your shaking hands. 

rafe moves with you, pulling back the covers so you can climb in, and you let out a soft sigh when your head rests against the pillows. you lay still as rafe adjusts next to you, pulling the covers over both your bodies.

you're silent for a moment, before rafe turns and looks at you in the low light, “gonna come closer?”

you let out a soft giggle, sliding to meet rafe in the middle of the bed. his arms wrap around you, your head coming to lay on his chest, feeling natural and right as you lay a leg over his, your bodies fitting together as if they were meant to be.

“if a nightmare wakes you up and for some reason it doesn't wake me up, just shake me awake.”

“okay… thank you rafe.” you say, laying a hand over his chest. 

rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head, his hand coming to cautiously rest on your lower back, and when you let out a hum of approval, he begins to rub over your pajama shirt.

“what do you think sarah is going to say when she wakes up and im not there?”

“don't worry about sarah. don't worry about anything right now, y/n. let's just get some sleep and we can worry about things in the morning.”

“okay.” you nod, picking your head up to look at rafe, his skin reflecting blue from the moonlight. you lean forward and press a light kiss to his jaw, and then another stronger, more meaningful kiss to his cheek. you move for his mouth but pause before you fully make contact.

“in the morning.” you whisper, not wanting to make a serious move on a sleep deprived brain, and rafe nods, eyelashes fluttering.

“in the morning.”

[gojoslefttoenail]

Gojo-childhood friends

During the winter of 1996, when you were 6, your clan, the zen'in clan had a meeting with the Gojo clan, which your parents told you it was for "adults" and "you're too young to understand".  

Once you had arrived at the Gojo clan's mansion, you were left with a bratty kid that seemed older/younger than you with white hair and beautiful cerulean eyes. "Hi my name is (Y/N), what's yours?" You said with a bright smile. The white haired brat didn't answer and just rolled his eyes "Hey that's rude-"you said with your arms crossed. He cut you off by saying "Shut up" he formed a snowball and threw it at you, it lands on your face. You gasped and wiped the snow off your face, by reflex you swiftly made a poorly formed snowball and threw it at his face, which he quickly dodged. You both continued your assault on each other. Until you heard your mom calling your name from inside the mansion. You quickly ran inside, you were soaked from the fight, your mom was about to scold you until your dad put a hand on her shoulder and shook his head, she sighed. "It seems you had fun with Satoru" A youthful woman said, she had fair skin with long hair that reached her waist, her smile was very comforting to you "Usually, Satoru doesn't socialize with kids his age..." She chuckles as the young child; Satoru walks up to the woman and gave her a small hug (yk- the ones when the child is too small, so they hug to ur legs) and quickly leaving you behind. You pout and just as you were about to chase after him your mom stops you "(Y/N), leave him we have to go now you'll see him soon." You nod and after bidding everyone goodbye, you walk out of the mansion with your parents. But as you're walking you see Satoru outside hiding behind a tree waving goodbye with a tiny smile, you smile back and wave goodbye back eagerly with a big toothy grin. You get inside of the car and leave the mansion's premises with your parents and go back to the Zen'in mansion.

A week later, Satoru and his parents arrive at the Zen'in mansion, the young boy remained calm but secretly hiding his excitement to see you again. A few moments later, he saw you running towards him with your parents behind you. Your mom calling out for you as a warning "(Y/N)! Be careful! You'll ruin your clothes if you fall!" You ignored her warning and kept running until you stopped right in front of the boy with a smile "let's play hide n' seek together, it will-"You said, getting cut off by Satoru once more "Too childish. Let's play Tag instead" he smirks and touched your shoulder "Tag!" and he swiftly ran off. You gasped "H-Hey!" and you ran after him. Satoru's mom chuckled and the 2 guests entered the house.  

Ever since then, you saw Satoru every week, he had opened up slightly to you but still was teasing you and a brat. Until the age of 15, when you both entered Jujutsu high school as first years to help your abilities and knowledge to expand. You met 2 people named Shoko Ieri and Suguru Geto. Ever since meeting them, Satoru had become more childish and immature, but this made you happy since you knew that Satoru had finally gotten some other friends other than yourself. 

Fast forwarding to age 16, being a 2nd year, Yaga had ordered the 2nd years to meet him in the Gym. "I wonder what Yaga sensei has to say..." You say in a worried tone "I swear Satoru, if you did something!" You continued. "Hey! Why do you always blame me!" He whined "Suguru, (Y/N) is being mean to me again-"Shoko sighs "Guys shut up..." Yaga suddenly opens the gym doors and stepped in front of the teens. "Suguru, (Y/N), Satoru, listen up. You have an important mission, to escort the star plasma vessel back to Master Tengen" We all nod, and we walk out of the gym. Shoko had left to go to a gas station to get some cigarettes, leaving me, Satoru and Suguru to walk on our own. "This mission will be so easy- we'll might as well just slack off the whole time." Satoru said, smirking, Suguru chuckling at his self-confidence. "Guys... I understand that we're strong and you two are the strongest... but I can't shake off the feeling that something bad will happen-"Satoru cut you off "Stop being a whiny bitch." He said teasingly "Plus if your so scared, I'll protect you" he winks, and you roll your eyes and Suguru adds "(Y/N) it's unlikely that we'll get badly injured during this mission" he reassures "if you say so..." You say. 

He was wrong. 

So wrong. 

Blood. 

Blood everywhere. 

(Gif is not mine! I think it's from Tenor) A/N: PHEWWW! That took long! Well I hope you like this- and please don't be afraid to share some constructive criticism! And also I love to read your thoughts, reactions etc... Anyways, until I post again! 🎀  let me know if there's any errors! Btw this is my first story 🫶

(From wattpad @gojoslefttoenail)

[todayimfour]

*peaks out from behind a curtain*

HERE YA GO!!

*runs* (Referencing this post)

One

Sundrop was confused, he had been picking up the daycare for a good bit and was just about to run the ball cleaner for the ball pit when he found her. Tucked away in a corner between the pit and wall was a little girl, she was sound asleep with her thumb in her mouth and a worn bear tightly in her arm. He didn't want to wake her but it was late and the Pizzaplex was closed for the night, meaning she was left or forgotten. Sundrop didn't want to think about which one was worse. The animatronic could almost feel his friend’s sneer as he heard the familiar voice that has stayed in his head as of late.

'Well? Wake her up, see if she knows her parents phone number. You know the protocol.' Sun reluctantly crouched down Spider-Man style and started gently coaxing her awake. She stirred and did a sweet yawn-stretch combo before sitting up and promptly putting her thumb back in her mouth. The girl blinked up at the tall fellow, her expression unclear. If the Sun had to guess she was probably about three.

"Good Morning Sunshine!" Sundrop said with a flourish, falling back comfortably into the bright persona. Seeing the girl smile he continued. "Do you know where you are?" The girl looked away from the Jester-like man and tooked around the room, her expression went from looking sleepy but content to worried and anxiously frowning. She mumbled behind her thumb.

"It's big" her voice sounded so small and wavored in anxiety that no child should have to have. The sun followed her eyes, to any kid that small it would seem really big… and now that he thought about it, she didn't seem to have a guest profile. Was she even supposed to be in the daycare?

"I guess it is pretty big in here, is that why you came here to take a nap? It does look pretty cozy" she nodded her head with a very small 'uh-huh' this kid would be the one to finally kill Sundrop with how cute she was.

'No! Get a hold of yourself Sunny. The name?' Moon said with an air of annoyance. Sun's smile faltered for a moment before standing and offering his hand to help the girl up.

"What's your name sweetheart?" She reached for his hand but was just too short, her 'eep!' of surprise when he extended his arm slightly to grab her hand was precious.

"I'm Ray and this is Ricky" she said, showing off her bear. Sun reached down and picked up Ray, sitting her on his hip and offering his other hand to the well loved bear.

"Well hello to you Ricky! Why don't you both come with me?" Ray let out a giggle and made Ricky shake hands with the Sunny man. After doing so she leaned on the animatronic, resting her head on his shoulder and sliding her thumb back into her mouth.

'Isn't she kind of old for that?' he could hear the moon point out, Sun had to admit to himself that he was probably right.

'Maybe, but if it helps, who am I to stop her?' he responded internally. "Actually.." he trailed off unintentionally as he quickly went to an off room within the daycare. The walls were painted a light blue with off-white puffy clouds and the ceiling was a darker indigo, the light in the center was painted to look like a moon with star themed mobiles hanging above many cots and cribs for sleeping little ones. On the back wall was built in cabinets and countertops, a fridge to the side for keeping formula and medication to temperature.

These cabinets mostly housed an abundance of supplies, Sundrop was looking for one thing in particular. He set Ray on a countertop and started looking in the drawers. Usually Moon was the one in charge of this area so he’s not entirely sure where anything is. Making an 'ah-hah!' noise when he found the right drawer. He found a basic pastel green pacifier still in it's packaging and pulled it out, rinsing it quickly in the sink on the other end of the countertops before presenting the item to the drowsy girl. She looked at it worryingly as if it was poisened for a moment before shaking her head, denying herself the comfort item.

“Dont you want it Sunshine? It's a lot safer than your fingers, plus you have your hands free to play!” The sunny man tried several times to convince her but everytime she denied it, it was clear she was tired and getting fussy so he just asked. “Why not, Little Star?” in a soft voice, pulling a page from Moon's book. He was trying to comfort her more than anything else. She seemed to be riling herself up about this. Tears were making their way to her eyes and she shoved her head into her bear's face, hugging it tightly.

“Dont wanna get in trouble! Mama took all da pacis away.. she sayed I'm too big!” her raised voice was muffled by the bear but Sundrop could understand clearly. This brought sun so many questions, but for now he just put the small plastic item on the counter top and scooted the crying child off of the counter and into his arms. He cradled Ray in his arms for a few moments, rocking back and forth softly. Allowing her to get her over tired tears out of her system. When the crys reduced to sniffles he shifted her slightly so he had a free hand and grabbed the pacifier once more.

“I dont know about you,” he started, “but i dont see your Mom anywhere. It can be our little secret.” he finished. Offering it again to the exhausted child. This time she looked at the offer and then into Sun’s eyes. There was a hopeful expression to her eyes before she opened her mouth, accepting the comfort item. A seconds later, after seeing she wouldn’t immediately get it taken away, she let herself relax into Sun’s arms again. Sun chuckled to himself.

“Isnt that better?” he asked rhetorically, resuming his light swaying back and forth. Checking time it was almost two o’clock and Ray was already falling back asleep. He could tell that Moon was less than happy about not getting much information but he figured they could always get it in the morning. He laid Ray down in one of the cots and covered her in a blanket, dimmed the lights and left before his systems could react to the low lights. He ignored the ache in his moving parts. He still needed to report this to security but she could stay here where it's safe for now.

~

"Yep, that's another kid." Officer Mira let out a sigh, why couldn't kids just go home at night? They were still working on clearing up the Afton Virus that had corrupted most of the bots and now a new younger one was left with one of the bots that has it the worst?? Unbelievable. The pink haired woman just shook her head and turned towards her friend, the bot in question. "Did you run her through the system to find her parents?"

"I would but all I've got is her first name, she was really tired last night" Sundrop said, his usual energetic persona gone as he allowed his feelings to show in close company. After Vanessa got fired Mira got promoted to head of security. Before she was working in the daycare as a security guard, Sun and Moon were both so proud of her for her promotion.

Mira took a good look at the animatronic, he wasn't in good shape, he looked like he hadn't recharged at all since yesterday. Not to mention his paint was chipping and he had dents and scratches all over his body.

"When was the last time you went to parts and services? Or even recharged? You're a mess" she said, changing the subject. She had a fond but worried smile on her face.

"Oh, am I?" The question caught Sunny off guard, he looked down at himself noticing many things that in the past he would have gotten fixed immediately. "It's not much, I should be fine. I want to be here when Ray wakes up." He took note of the time, almost 6am. This would be his last chance to recharge before kids would start getting here.

The Sun walked into the nursery, past the cots and straight to a window. He opened the blinds and just stood directly in the sunlight. He could feel Mira watching him but he didn't care, he refused to put anyone in danger. What sounded like a very large switch marked the start of the hour and the whole building went dark, a look of realization took over Mira's face. The two just looked at each other, Mira with concern in her eyes being met with tired determination from Sun. Sun squinted slightly, he could feel his perpetual headache getting worse.

After a few moments the lights turned back on, Sun visibility relaxed and closed the blinds. Before either one of them could say anything Ray stirred in the cot, catching Sunny's attention. Seemingly full of energy again he was next to the cot in seconds, crouching down low so he could be on her level. She sat up with her eyes still closed and grabbed an arm full of blanket and her bear before promptly flopping her head into the soft lump she had made. Sun chuckled to himself.

"Good morning Sunshine! I guess you're still pretty sleepy, huh?" Ray let out a groan in response, then lifted her head to look at Sundrop. She let out a small whine and reached towards the animatronic, wordlessly asking to be picked up. Who was Sun to deny such a simple request? Making sure to grab the bear and pacifier as well he scooped Ray up into his arms.

"Did you sleep well little one?" He asked. She nodded, her thumb tried to make Its way into her mouth but Sun caught on and stopped her, quickly giving her the pacifier instead.

Ray looked up at him, giving him a wide smile that nearly caused him to short circuit. Ray reached her hand up and touched one of Sun's triangle shaped rays on the side of his head. She looked from the ray to Sun's eyes, just looking back and forth seemingly thinking. Sunny just watched her curiously until she took her hand away and looked at Sun with a very serious expression.

"Your head is pointy'' she said as if she was telling him he was dying. Sun couldn't help but let out a cackle, nearly doubling over in laughter at the absurdity. Mira who was watching all of this go on was also laughing.

"You're absolutely right, kid! Sun is very pointy." She said as Sun was attempting to regain his composure. It was harder than Sun would like to admit. He stood up straight and immediately got startled, he hadn't realized that Mira had walked closer.

"Okay! Ray, this is my good friend Mira. She's going to ask you a few questions, okay?" It didn't even look like Ray had known she was being told things. She was just staring at Mira with wide eyes. Not out of fear but out of wonder and amazement, she reached out a hand to her face. The woman decided to go with it and brought her head closer, wanting to see what Ray thought of her. The tiny thinker felt the thick curls that made up Mira's ponytail, making a noise of excitement before looking back up to Sun.

"Her hair is pink!!" Was said with such excitement in the little girl's voice. Sun nodded excitedly, matching her energy.

"It is, I made it pink with a magic potion a few days ago" Mira wiggled her fingers 'magically' to add excitement. "To tell you the truth, I'm actually a witch. I use my witchy powers to keep kids safe at Pizzaplex." She whispered that bit as if her identity was a secret. "Promise you won't tell anyone?" She put her pinking finger out for a pinkie promise. Ray nodded her head quickly and made the pinkie promise.

"Do you think you would be okay to go with Mira to her office to chat?" Sunny asked. Ray nodded enthusiastically at the idea of going with a witch.

"Can Ricky come too?" She grabbed her bear and hugged him close to her chest.

"Of course he can come!" Mira responded. "You know, witches and bears are really good friends."

Sun transferred Ray to Mira's arms and the two left for her office. Leaving Sunny to prepare for the kids that would no doubt start showing up soon.

~

By the time Ray had been dropped back off to the daycare there was a good handful of kids there. Ray went off to go play and Sun met officer Mira at the door. He rubbed his eyes and forehead lightly, he had a headache that just would not go away.

“It's worse than I thought,” Mira said, “her mom’s a real piece of work. She’s going to have to stay here while I get CPS involved.” Mira had a scowl across her face, one that made sure Sun knew not to ask. “I don't know how long she’ll have to stay, could be days or weeks or who knows. If she tries to pick Ray up just call for me and keep that bitch away from Ray.”

“Woah there, are you okay? You hardly ever swear, is it that bad?” Sun asked, not bothering to hide the surprise out of his voice. Mira reached behind Sun to fully close the door so the kids wouldn't hear then took a breath to calm herself.

She then continued to go off about everything she learned about Ray's mom. From what Sun could make out it sounded like unfortunately common alcoholism and neglect. There was something else that Mira was saying but there was a ringing in Sun's ear that was making it hard to pay attention. His vision was going in and out of focus and the edges of his eyes looked darker than they should. He remembered hearing Moon telling him to sit down but it sounded like Moon was far behind him, then nothing.

~

"Alright Fazbear, it's just for a few hours. You deal with kids all day, what's a few anklebiters?" Monty said, firmly patting the bear’s back, Freddy was still not entirely sure this was a good idea. Apparently, Sunny had collapsed and they needed him to drop by as a 'special guest' to watch the kids for a few hours.

"But they're smaller, and brake a lot easier, and a lot faster, I would not want to hurt them-"

"You'll be fine!" Mira cut him off, "The kid's love you, and it's only for a few hours. I'll be there too."

~.°~.°~.°~

Most of this was written over two years ago so I'm, I've got these ideas but my writing style has probably changed a bunch

Also in the original draft of this, Rey was A LOT more traumatized istg it was Wattpad levels of just trauma dumping with a little bit of plot

Also sun wasn't supposed to collapse so soon into the story but I guess it works

I'll make it work

I did that thing where I stored all the lore in my head for months before I actually wrote anything down.

-side note: system wise, Sun and Moon remember some of my original 'lore' for this fic as source mems and I feel AWFUL about it-

[badblood-lesmis]

enj's mom hc

She was homeschooled, of course. Being sent away for the better part of the year to a school with witches and, worse more, wizards of all sorts was at the time still not something pureblood families such as hers allowed their daughters to do. The Compulsory Wizarding Education Act has been put into action only several years prior and had not yet overpowered the money and the status these families possessed.

She wasn’t particularly sad about it either, although she did feel dreadfully dull at times. She wished wholeheartedly to have sisters — to have unalienable friends to have around always, to play dress- up with, to giggle over the way monsieur Simon lisped when he talked, to tell them her deepest secrets — of how she wished to get away from this house, to see the world. How once she nearly dared to run away, out of sheer sense of boredom than anything other, and how she hardly made it out of their land borders when she was already so hungry and tired and covered in dirt, she decided to return. She felt ashamed of that a little, of her cowardice and lack of will her father often pointed in her, but she would tell this secret to a sister. Sisters, she was convinced, existed solely for the reasons of understanding, but she only had a brother nearly five years older than her, who at that point stopped paying her any attention even if to terrorise her. Maybe if he did, she thought sometimes, she would have the strength to run away. Maybe if her family had been entirely horrible like families are sometimes in books, when children are driven to the streets, and the woods, and the dirt, and the mosquitoes just to not be near them. Her own family was, on the other hand, entirely agreeable and she loved her parents, and she loved their house, and she had no reason really to run away apart from the vague desire to “see the world” and even that felt most times so vague and strange that it was easy to set aside and continue practicing scales on the piano.

She never particularly wanted to get married but then again, it was never really conceivable not to. She was to be married, like all girls, but not just to anyone — like most girls, her husband would be of her status and of her position, and so pleased was her father when he came one day to announce that the Minister for Justice himself has shown interested in Alice that she also could not help but feel the giddiness of being wanted by such a man. She didn’t even think much at the time of the fact that Ministers for Justice are not usually young and beautiful men of romantic novels. It would have hardly mattered regardless, of course, because the date had already been scheduled before the announcement of it to the bride, and the girl had only to indulge in womanly chores of ordering a dress and choosing the flowers and what other minor arrangements are left to do before a girl steps out of the house of one very wealthy and powerful man into the house of another very wealthy and powerful man, thus reinforcing the wealth and the power of both of them.

Minister Enjolras wasn’t very old and wasn’t bad-looking by any account, he was tall and handsome and she found his piercing pale-blue eyes immediately charming even with their seeming coldness. He kissed her when they stood in front of the church altar, and she, a seventeen-year-old girl in a very pretty dress, and with flowers in her hair, and with specially made shoes tailored to her tiny foot, smiled because she did not know, of course, that this short moment of their acquaintance when she was not yet his property was going to be the last time her future husband would be kind to her.

*

Nothing changed much at first glance — it was a different house but a similar emptiness of it outside of dinners with a plenty of guests, where she would be expected to hold conversations and smile and charm, and play some nice little piece on the piano if she were asked, or sing along to someone else playing, and praise the meat of their cook with the same words she praised their cook back home. She had to learn other things too. She had to learn to close her eyes and wait for her husband to fall asleep. She had to learn which creams and ointments helped to mask and heal

occasional bruises. To not hear things, to not see things. To understand also that Minister for Justice had seemingly very little to do with justice

She wrote a letter to her father the second week of her marriage, begged him to meet her and begged him in tears to take her back to receive a sudden blow of a harsh slap on the cheek from a man who had never done anything but cherish and love her.

“I don’t want to hear another word. Your husband is to listen to that now, Alice. Not me.”

She had a decent education. She didn’t care the slightest bit about history of magic, she was only okay at transfiguration but she did know her herbs, and she did know which herbs make you not see, which make you forget, and which turn you just mad enough so the world around you becomes bearable. Nobody stopped her, as long as she could still smile and hold a conversation at a dinner party. Being little glassy-eyed wasn’t entirely out of fashion. She hardly noticed, it seemed, bringing a son into the world. Or rather — she cared about having a child until she discovered it was a son, not a daughter which she secretly hoped for. That maybe if she was denied sisters, she would have a daughter to share the world with. But it was a boy and so she closed her eyes and waved the doula away from her breast, resigning the child to his father. It was his son, his heir, his blood and, as it later turned out, his likeness. She wanted nothing to do with him. Her daughter would share with her her sadness and her desire to love, but her son would not. She didn’t not love him entirely, but she always expected his father to jumped out of him.

Her art of not noticing was so perfected by the time the boy was grown, she was able to ignore the fact that he was not like his father in almost every way. Their physical resemblances bearing too much weight still. She felt quite unable to either give him anything or change anything in his fate or presence in this house. He was his fathers and he was his father’s to silence, to bleed and to abuse. Even if she did feel sorry for him, it was distant, like you’d feel sorry for an orphan in a book, not your own flesh and blood. He was a boy, so flesh and blood was his fathers’. And she had her own survival to care about.

[bimb0fy]

BACKYARD BOY

!FREDDY'S POV!

Pairings: Freddy Freeman x Male! Reader.

Summary: Freddy spots you in your Backyard, you were reading a comic book under a tree and ever since then he's been in love with you.

Warnings: None.

THE GUY ACROSS THE STREET

Freddy walked down the road, he tuned out whatever Billy was saying, he couldn't focus, he was to busy staring at the mysterious boy across the street. The sunset had made it even more glorious as the sun had perfectly covered his face, he noticed a batman comic book in his hand. He was kicking his feet in the air, which made his converse more visible. They had a superman symbol on one and batman on the other.

The mystery boy was wearing a black t-shirt with a red and black flannel, he wore black cargo pants and a red beanie.

"Freddy? You there dude?" Billy asks his younger brother. Freddy turns around to look at him, nodding quickly before walking towards their porch. He runs up the stairs, looking out the window to find the mystery boy, talking to Darla.

Backyard boy, the name he had given him, was smiling at the girl and had given her the ball she had kicked in his garden, he waves at her before walking towards his house.

Freddy couldn't help but sigh, he wanted to talk to Backyard boy but didn't have the guts. He couldn't believe it, a man that was so majestic, lived right in-front of him.

Everyday, after school he would watch Backyard boy, feeling to scared to talk to him. He didn't know why, but he was frightened, he learned that the window in-front of his house was the room of Backyard boy.

"Just talk to him, or you'll creep him out dude." Billy said, he was watching a movie, clearly done with Freddy. Freddy rolled his eyes before turning around to his mother. She had her usual welcoming smile, he smiled back at her.

"Someone's here to see you honey." Rosa said before smiling at the boy, letting the mystery guest in.

Letting Backyard boy in.

In Freddy's room.

OH MY GOD HES IN MY ROOM.

"Hey." Backyard boy greeted the clearly flustered boy, he smiles at him, taking out a comic book from his backpack.

"You left this at school, we sit next to eachother in English." Backyard boy explained, handing him the comic book.

"Oh, thanks." Freddy took the comic book from his hand. For a moment, he had touched Backyard boys hand, and he wouldn't dare to trade it for anything. "Thanks uh."

"Y/n." Mystery boy answered, he smiled at the boy before walking away.

"Freddy!" Freddy yelled, gaining Y/n's attention, he looks at him confused. "My name, is Freddy."

"Okay, see you later Freddy." Y/n waved at the boy before walking out of the room. Freddy looks at the comic book, finding a note stuck to it.

You've got some taste if you actually like this comic, maybe we should hang out someday?

Freddy's eyes widened at the numbers scribbled down. He has backyard boy's well, Y/N's number. He mumbled groups of 'oh my god'. Billy looked at him in confusion, Freddy screamed in happiness, showing him the paper. Billy smiled at his brother

"I'm glad he made the first move, if he waited for you, it was never gonna happen." Billy joked causing Freddy to groan.

"SHUT UP!"

Freddy smiled as he played with Y/n's hair, weeks passed since that day, the day that got them together. A week later, and they had gone on their first date. A day at the park, Freddy had planned it to perfection, picnic, comic shopping, matching necklaces.

"Whatcha looking at?" Y/n asked Freddy who just smiled.

"My gorgeous boyfriend." Freddy answered causing Y/n to blush, he turns his face around, looking at the birds flying. Freddy couldn't believe himself, there he sat, in the garden where he first saw him.

Where he first saw Backyard boy.