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Star Bound [M]

A series of oneshots in a fun space au.

-> It was only supposed to be a temporary stay with the infamous space pirates of The Halazia, but Wooyoung gets captured by the Space Guard and plans change. [masterlist]

Woosan x F!Reader [1st POV]

8,079 words

Genre: space pirate au, smut, romance, one shot, mdni

warnings under the cut

note: this is a oneshot out of a series of one shots in a space pirate au i wrote :) tried to edit this so the context would make sense since i won't post the full fic for reasons.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and in no way an attempt to be a true depiction of anyone. It’s just fun!

content: explicit content, smut, threesome, m/m content, dom!san, switch!wooyoung, anal sex, oral [f, m], use of butt plug, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex [no bueno], pet names, violence, murder, reference to past physical abuse, yeah

We arrived on Planet Nior before I even woke up in the morning, and I had to push away the sad feelings growing in my chest as I gathered my things. Hongjoong had pulled into a hanger that was being watched by someone he knew; someone who wouldn't out him to the Space Guard. As they discussed the day before, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were going to scope around some more information while Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho went and took care of getting supplies. Yunho and San were in charge of manning the ship, while Wooyoung would escort me into Yorwich.

"Oh, you don't have to do that..." I said softly, ignoring the annoying pangs in my chest. Wooyoung just waved me off.

"Please, I want to," he said with a grin and I could only smile at him.

I said my first goodbyes to San and Yunho, smiling when San and Wooyoung shared quick kisses before Wooyoung tugged my hand and pulled me away. As we got closer to Yorwich (it was a brief walk) Hongjoong and Seonghwa turned to go their separate ways from us.

"Thank you so much," I said as I bowed to the two men. "I appreciate it..." My voice wavered some and I forced myself to smile at them. If they noticed it, they didn't say anything.

"Take care of yourself," Hongjoong said while Seonghwa nodded.

"And work on your combat. You suck," he then added with a grin and I gave him the finger. "Like I said before, you couldn't handle me."

I rolled my eyes and shooed them away, a bitter smile on my face as the rest of us made our way to Yorwich. As we entered, the other pirates covered the bottom halves of their faces with masks, obviously in an attempt to hide their identities.

I said goodbye to Mingi, Yeosang and Jongho, the former two pulling me into a tight group hug while Jongho just ruffled my hair, only because he knew that would bother me. He laughed when I swatted his hand away. They went their way as well, leaving me with Wooyoung. I sighed.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked as he turned towards me. "Gonna make a life here, right?"

"I'm gonna try to," I answered as we walked into the bustling street. "I'll need to find a place to stay first, then find a job to keep me afloat until I can get my own place..."

Starting over... that wasn't easy. I felt Wooyoung grab my hand and give it a squeeze, and I could tell he was smiling at me even with his mask on.

"You'll be fine!"

We looked around some until we found a rather homey looking inn. We stood off to the side, the frown on my face deeper than ever as my chest started to tighten up.

"Well, I can always try here..." I said softly, voice trailing off as I looked at the ground. "Thanks for escorting me, Wooyoung..."

Wooyoung stared at me for a moment. "You really don't wanna leave, huh?" he asked, just as someone bumped into him. "Hey!"

"Oh, sorry..." the person with their hood up over their head apologized and scurried off. Wooyoung just huffed in annoyance, rubbing his arm a bit before he faced me again.

"Well?"

"Um," I shook my head. "I'm fine, Wooyoung. You should get back to the others."

I was lying, of course. I wasn't fine and I didn't want to leave... but I wasn't sure if they would want me as an official crewmate anyway. While Seonghwa was only teasing, I knew I sucked at combat and could barely hold a gun. I would be a burden.

Wooyoung just whined at my answer, pulling down his dark blue mask to show me his pout. "Fine, fine. I'll let you go."

I just laughed. "Don't be a baby. Besides, you'll have some treasure to look forward to."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, still pouty. "Fine... but you have to give me a kiss before you leave."

"Kiss your boyfriend," I said with an eye roll. "But I will kiss your cheek."

That seemed to make Wooyoung happy regardless so he slightly turned his face to give me his cheek. I laughed softly and stepped up to him.

"Thanks for being my friend, Wooyoung," I said softly before I leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Except, at the last second he turned his head and my lips pressed against his, and I could feel him grinning.

"Wooyoung!"

"Come here." Was all he said before he pulled me in to kiss me again, and all thought left my mind as I kissed him back, hand gently touching his cheek.

"We'll meet again," Wooyoung whispered softly as he pressed his forehead against mine. "And San and I will have you." He sent me a smirk before he pulled his mask over his face.

Blushing furiously, I just playfully pushed him away. "Shut up and go!"

And he went, his infectious laughter echoing in my ears as I turned and walked into the Inn. I took a deep breath, ignoring how tight my chest felt, and walked inside.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung covered his face again as he walked through the crowded streets, looking for something to get for San. He was sad about the departure of his new friend, but it was what she wanted, so...

He stopped, shaking his head as his world started to spin, his vision starting to blur. He moved and put a hand up against a nearby wall just next to the entrance of a small alleyway. He just got dizzier and dizzier, stumbling over his feet.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Wooyoung heard a voice say, and why was that voice so familiar? Someone grabbed him, and Wooyoung would have pushed that person away, if his limbs didn't feel so damn heavy.

“I'm... fine...” he said weakly, now in the alleyway as two people flanked his sides. His vision was getting darker, his head pounding and his body feeling so, so heavy. He was so tired...

He fell to his knees, the last thing he hears before passing out the low, dark laughter of the men with hoods over their heads...

♡♡♡

Thankfully, the Inn we found was looking for a waitress to start working there, and if I was to take the job, I'd have a place to live as well. It almost seemed too good to be true, how everything just lined up so well, but I wasn't going to question a blessing.

I've escaped a terrible situation at home, only to find myself in the hands of an egotistical bastard who used fear and violence to control his crew. I would forever be thankful to Hongjoong and the others for sparing my life and taking me in when they raided his ship, and will forever cherish them even with our short time knowing each other.

I start working there at the Inn the following day, so I took the day to settle in and at least get to know a few people and the area. Hours went by and soon, the sun started to set and I was downstairs having dinner amongst the inn's patrons. There was chatter everywhere, and I mostly minded my business until the two men's conversation at the table next to me garnered my attention. As I listened, my blood went cold.

"Did you hear? I heard the Guard got hands on a pirate."

"What? No way!"

"Yeah! They are stationed at the North East hangar lot and have the pirate in custody."

"Oh shit... do you know who it was?"

"No clue... apparently someone from The Halazia crew. Can you believe it? Shows how no matter how notorious you may be, the Guard will always get you."

"No shit... I wonder who it was."

"I have no clue. Apparently he wore a dark blue mask to cover his face..."

My ears started to ring then, my eyes unfocusing as I gasped softly in shock.

"Wooyoung..."

♡♡♡

Hiding behind the pile of large crates, I took a few deep, calming breaths before I peaked over them, looking over at the large Space Guard ship docked away. It was now dark, Nior's two moons shining brightly in the sky and shining down on the hangar. There were new guards present, due to some taking a break inside the city before they set off to leave early in the morning. I overheard them talking about the "nasty" pirate they managed to capture, saying while it wasn't Captain Hongjoong, Wooyoung was still a premium grab, one that will get them brownie points with the higher ups.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust and shook my head. Wooyoung was inside the ship, and while no one was around outside, I knew there would be guards inside. Clutching my bag tightly, I took in another deep breath before standing up. I knew I was probably being stupid and reckless, but I had to get Wooyoung out of there quickly.

So, carefully I made my way over towards the ship, being as quiet as I could. I took a few more steps, eyes going wide as suddenly, a hand clamps harshly over my mouth and I'm yanked back towards the crates. I yelped out in pain as my back hit against one, before that same hand covered my mouth again.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Hongjoong whispered harshly, his fingers digging into my face as he glared at me. Seonghwa stood behind him, staring hard at me with his pistol pulled and pointed right at my head.

"...What is going on here?" Seonghwa asked, his voice even and flat.

"Was this a trick?" Hongjoong then asked, pressing his hand harder against my face, his other hand pushing back on my shoulder. "Get us here so you can sell us out? We got worried when Wooyoung didn't come back to the ship on time and I had to find out from my fucking contact that he's been taken!"

I could feel the rage coming from Hongjoong's body as he glowers down at me, his usually bright eyes now cold and piercing. His hand left my mouth, only to wrap tightly around my throat.

"Answer me before I kill you."

I choked out a sob, quickly shaking my head as best as I could. "No! I-I was trying to find him!" I cried out, fingernails digging into Hongjoong's hand as I tried to pull him off me. "I'd never hurt him! Or anyone else on the crew!"

Hongjoong fixed me with another hard stare, his hand still tight around my neck. Tears were falling down my face, my face red from exertion. Seonghwa placed a hand on Hongjoong's shoulder, and he finally loosened up, taking a step back as I fell to the ground, coughing all while trying to gasp in some air.

Seonghwa crouched down before me. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked as he reached for me and I flinched away from him. He immediately dropped his hands and stood up.

"You shouldn't be here," Seonghwa said. "What were you going to do by yourself?"

"I was... going to save Wooyoung," I answered roughly, glare on my face as I stood up on shaky legs. I looked at Hongjoong, meeting his stone cold face before his lips curled up in a cruel smile.

"You were going to get yourself killed, you stupid girl."

"Then what was I supposed to do?!"

"Come fucking find us! He belongs to my crew, so we will help him!"

"He's my friend!" I shouted back, Hongjoong and I's faces dangerously close as we screamed at each other. Seonghwa was at a loss for a moment, watching warily as Hongjoong and I stared each other down.

"I would have done the same for any of you," I say and Hongjoong scoffed.

"Why? We won't see each other ever again."

I swallowed thickly. "Be-because if I say you guys are my friends, then I won't feel as alone..."

Hongjoong's mouth fell open slightly while Seonghwa stepped closer. "That's no reason to get yourself killed..."

"Wouldn't you do the same for Hongjoong? Or anyone else...?"

Seonghwa's silence was my answer, and I flinched when I felt Hongjoong gently touch my neck. While his fierce demeanor was still ever present, the softness in his eyes as he looked at me struck me to my core.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, fingers trailing over my bruises. "I've given you yet another mark you don't deserve..."

"Hongjoong... we have to go," Seonghwa then spoke up, nodding towards me. "You should go back to the ship. You're no way prepared to take on the Space Guard.”

I glared at him. “No. I'm rescuing Wooyoung.”

Hongjoong put a hand up to stop Seonghwa's protest. “Stay behind us and for fuck's sake, obey our every command. We'll get Wooyoung and leave here immediately.” He looked at me pointedly. “All of us.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but just followed the men towards the Space Guard ship, my fists clenched as we got closer and closer to finding Wooyoung.

Not surprisingly, we ended up meeting resistance as soon as we stepped onto the ship. Thankfully, most of the Guards were in Yorwich, so those who stayed behind were easily dealt with with bullet holes between their eyes courtesy of Captain Hongjoong.

I watched them handle the Guards with relative ease... it was almost frightening to watch Hongjoong shoot another man in the head, or Seonghwa twist another's neck with such focus... It was no wonder their bounties were so high. Soon, I got the all clear from Hongjoong and I raced down the corridor, looking for where I knew Wooyoung would be hidden.

I rushed down into the brig, Seonghwa and Hongjoong staying behind to keep guard. I quickly looked into the small cells, coming to a halt as I almost passed one very important one. "Wooyoung!"

The man looked up, surprised to see me. "Dollface? What are you doing here?" he asked, alarmed, watching as I used a key we snatched from a guard to unlock the cell. I ran inside and threw my arms around him in a hug, one he couldn't return since he was chained to the wall. "Wh- why are you here?"

"To save you, dummy..." I answer him with a smile, quickly working on getting him unchained. "What happened to you?!"

"I don't know! After I left you at the Inn, I started to feel woozy and I think I passed out..." He rubbed his wrists after I freed him, my lips pulling into a pout as I thought for a moment.

"That's... strange..." I say.

"Still..." Wooyoung started before he grinned down at me. "You came to save me."

I blushed deeply and sputtered. "Hongjoong and Seonghwa are right upstairs! San had to stay behind because apparently, he was going berserk."

At the mention of his boyfriend, Wooyoung's face fell. "Oh San, he's probably so worried."

"That's why we have to go!" I rushed him urgently, grabbing his hand and pulling him out the cell. "Let's get you back to the ship!"

◇◇◇

The airlock hissed opened as we all stepped into The Halazia. We barely made it inside before Wooyoung was practically tackled to the ground by San, who hugged him tightly to his body as he cried.

"I was so worried."

Wooyoung lovingly held him back, a content smile on his face as he sighed deeply. "I'm okay, big guy. Promise," he said, pulling away only to press his lips against San in a means to comfort him. "I'm not even hurt! You can thank her for saving me."

The others who were standing by looked at me and I quickly shook my hands. "No, no! The Captain and Seonghwa were there too!"

"Yeah, but why were you?" Yeosang asked in disbelief.

"I- I just wanted to save him... and it wasn't a big deal! There were hardly any guards there and w- oof!" My word vomit was interrupted as San hugged me tightly to him. I hugged him back, earning a deep sigh as he turned and pressed his face to my neck.

"Thank you," he muttered. "I don't know what'd I do without him."

Wooyoung overheard and grinned. "You'd probably die."

San laughed at that, the others soon shaking their heads at the antics. Hongjoong looked over at his crew fondly, eyes landing on me who was still engulfed in a hug before he turned away.

"We're leaving now. Do we have everything?" Hongjoong asked Yuhno in a quiet voice. The tall one nodded, relieved to see his friend back. "Good."

San pulled back some, only to lean in and whisper something directly in my ear. My face turned red and I stood there frozen as he pulled away and gave me a smile. Grabbing Wooyoung's hand, he walked away, probably to cling onto him a bit longer.

Someway, somehow, I was led back to what was my room by Jongho, not even questioning him when he said that we were pulling out of Nior immediately. My mind was still whirling, face still hot as I chewed on my bottom lip as I recalled what San whispered to me earlier. I quickly shook my head, turning to my side on the bed as I cuddled under the sheets and tried to fall asleep.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out."

♡♡♡

"Hey, Dollface!" Wooyoung's voice was all I needed to hear before I turned right on my heel and hightailed it away. I could hear his laughter loud down the hall, glancing back at him and San. San shook his head at Wooyoung's antics while the latter just grinned and sent me a wink. I squeaked and turned a quick corner.

I found myself in the infirmary with Jongho, the man treating a cut he gave himself in the kitchen while I hid behind one of the privacy curtains.

"You can't run from them forever. This is a small ship," Jongho said, amusement in his voice, and I hissed at him.

"I know! But I'm gonna try as best as I can." Only two days had gone by after we left Planet Nior, and I spent most of those two days running away from San and Wooyoung. Especially now after I know what their intentions were with me.

"If you're not interested, just tell them," Jongho poked his head around the curtain to look at me. "Wooyoung is persistent but he won't force you, neither will San."

"It's not that I don't want to," I said softly, my face getting hot. I didn't want to admit this, but I guess I just did. "It's just I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

I turned and faced Jongho, a rather serious expression on my face. "They are going to destroy me."

Jongho just blinked. "And that's a bad thing?"

"I'm going to die!" I shrieked, face flaming red as I became extremely flustered. My heart pounded in my chest at the mere thought of having sex with the couple that sought after me. San was clear with his intentions when he whispered it in my ear, and I knew Wooyoung had some form of attraction to me even before he was taken.

And it wasn't only them, but my sanity couldn't take thinking about the other men of the crew.

Jongho snorted. "And again.... death by dick is a bad thing?"

"You're not helping," I hissed at him and he rolled his eyes.

"As your friend, I'm supposed to make your life as miserable as possible." He stepped behind me and gently pushed me out of the infirmary. "And besides, I think you're late for your meeting with Hongjoong."

I froze.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I couldn't help the panic that formed in my chest, the nausea that rose up my throat as I stormed towards the Captain's quarters. That was where I originally was heading when I ran into San and Wooyoung, and like a fool, I ran away. I swallowed thickly, and as I made my way towards Hongjoong's office, my mind had taken me back to Diego's ship.

He hated tardiness, and took it as a sign of disrespect.

I pushed open the office door and rushed inside, three pairs of eyes finding me, but I don't see who's who since my eyes are trained on the floor, my shoulders hunched up to my ears.

"I'm sorry I'm late, sir! I got... distracted..." I winced my eyes closed, expecting some form of pain from either a hand or a thrown object. But it didn't come.

"Look at me," Hongjoong ordered and I whipped my head up so fast and hard, I swore my neck cracked.

"Yes sir."

"For fucks sake..." Hongjoong let out a breath, shaking his head. "Relax your shoulders. I'm not gonna put your head on a spike for being ten minutes late."

I tried to relax my shoulders, but found it rather hard to. And suddenly, I was frustrated. Did my time on Diego's ship truly affected me this much? Where if I made a mistake, or was late, I think that Hongjoong would punish me?

"Maybe we need another sparring session after this," Seonghwa's voice broke through my trance and I looked at him, a soft smile on his face as he nodded at me. "Might help with your anxiety."

"That's a good idea," Hongjoong agreed with a nod. "See to that after we finish here."

That earned a huff from the person I finally realized was sitting in a chair across from Hongjoong's desk and my heart stopped when I saw Wooyoung with a pout on his face.

"I've been trying to get her alone for days," he huffed again, unhappily might I add.

"You can fuck her another day," Hongjoong said, ignoring how red my face got. "We need to talk about what happened on Nior."

That got my attention fast, and I stepped around to sit in the chair next to Wooyoung. Hongjoong regarded us both for a second before he nodded his head.

"Tell me what happened."

"I already told you my side, Captain. After I left her at the hotel, I went to the shops to get something for San, but after a few minutes, I started to feel woozy and I passed out. I woke up in the brig of the Guard ship soon after that."

Hongjoong nodded at Wooyoung before he turned to me. "And you?"

"Well," I swallowed under his hard stare. Hongjoong honestly didn't look intimidating on a regular basis, but it was when he got intense like this that truly showed me he was worthy of his high bounty and dark reputation. He was intimidating because he didn't look like a threat. "We were talking outside the hotel first, and then we kissed... and he left..." I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to think of something.

"Wait," Wooyoung then spoke up. "That guy who bumped into me... that was weird, right?" he asked, looking at me. I gasped when I remembered that, reaching out and grabbing his arm.

"Do you think he stuck you with something that made you sleepy?" I asked, my heart racing.

"Nothing came up on his tox screen," Seonghwa spoke up, waving his hand to produce a hologram. Wooyoung's face showed up, as well as what seemed to be his whole medical file. "We drew blood because we wanted to be sure they didn't inject him with anything but... nothing pops out..."

"It could be untraceable," I offered and Seonghwa cursed.

"That makes shit harder for us. Who the hell just carries around drugs like that?" he questioned as Hongjoong just sat back in his seat.

"Bounty hunters, most likely," he muttered. "That means when we land on Planet Floris, we have to stay vigilant."

I looked at him in surprise. "Floris? That's-"

"The hub for all crime, yes," Hongjoong answered with a smirk. "Where all the universe's worst people go to do business."

Wooyoung chuckled softly. "That place is fun."

"Alright, we're finished here," Hongjoong dismissed us soon after, and Seonghwa relaxed his shoulders, giving me a wide grin.

"Ready to get your ass handed to you again?"

I rolled my eyes as I stood up from the chair, Wooyoung following suit with a pout on his face.

"It's not fair!"

"You'll be fine," Seonghwa playfully shoved Wooyoung away before he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, dragging me with him. "You, on the other hand, won't be."

Seonghwa dragged me to the training room, where Jongho and Mingi were already working with the weights. Seonghwa got me doing warm ups on the punching bags after taping up my hands, and after a few rounds, I was facing him again.

"Your bruises are finally starting to go away," Seonghwa said, putting his fists up.

"Finally. I almost forgot what my normal face looked like," I answered, taking a step back as he stepped forward.

"Either or, it's a pretty face." And he hit me with a dazzling smile that had me stunned. He took advantage of that, and I found myself soon staring up at the ceiling, pain rushing through my body as he flipped me over.

I huffed in annoyance.

“You really do suck,” Seonghwa teased as he held a hand out. I grabbed it and he pulled me back to my feet, keeping my hand in his. I glared at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Again, you cannot handle me.”

"What if they don't like how I look under my clothes?" I then asked softly and Seonghwa just chuckled a bit darkly. I gasped when he pulled me close to him, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"Trust me, sweetheart. They won't be concerned about what your body looks like. They'd be more focused on where to put their mouths first."

My body heated up, but before I could do or say anything, I was falling on my back again, glaring at Seonghwa as he squatted beside me, smiling. "We're happy to have you on the crew, pretty girl. Ignore the others, they're just sharks attracted to the fresh meat."

I blushed deeply. "Are you one of those sharks then?"

Seonghwa smirked and he stood up again, holding his hand out. "Let's spar again."

And we did spar, with me getting my ass handed to me over and over again. Seonghwa was a force to be reckoned with, and it was no wonder he was Hongjoong's right hand man.

"Ugh, how embarrassing that Mingi and Jongho got to see that," I muttered to myself, wiping the sweat off my forehead as I walked out the training room. I desperately needed a shower, but when I bumped into someone and looked up to see that it was Wooyoung, I knew that that was not happening.

"Got ya," Wooyoung sang, grabbing my wrist firmly. "You're not getting away from us this time."

♡♡♡

"Wooyoung, I really need to take a shower," I pleaded with him as he pulled me through the doors and into his bedroom. San was waiting on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an arm tucked behind his head. The reality of the situation dawned on me, and I shook with trepidation and anticipation. "I'm sweaty and gross."

"Fine, fine, you can use my bathroom," Wooyoung said, leaving my side to walk to the bathroom. I could hear the water start to run and I gulped, looking over at San.

"Hey, San."

"Hey, love," he hummed back in return, the slight husk in his voice sending chills down my spine. "Are you ready?"

I gulped, face turning red as he watched me silently. Wooyoung stepped out of the bathroom, standing beside the bed and letting San take his hand. "I..."

"You are free to go," Wooyoung said seriously, his usual teasing nature gone. "We wouldn't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do, dollface. We want you so bad, but not enough to hurt you." The force of their want for me had me quivering, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as I breathed through my nose. "I know you feel it, and you feel the same way too."

Wooyoung stepped up to me, getting in my space as his lips curled into a vicious little smile. "It was fun chasing you down, seeing how nervous and flustered you got. Only makes me want to fuck you more..."

I whimpered softly, looking at San and hoping for some sort of reprieve from the intensity in Wooyoung's eyes. It was all for naught, because San's gaze actually pinned me to the spot, a feeling akin to lava boiling in my blood. Oh no... oh no no.

"I'm doomed," I accidentally said out loud and Wooyoung laughed, dark and full of promise.

"You are. So get in the shower now, we'll get everything else ready for you."

I nodded dumbly, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. Steam already started to form from the hot shower running, and my mind was already hazy as I started to undress, leaving my clothes in a neat pile.

The shower was hot, and I numbly cleaned my body and washed my hair. The soap smelled good, and one Wooyoung actually used a lot because he smelled just like it. I liked it a lot.

I finished the shower and stepped out, grabbing the large towel and drying myself off before wrapping it around me. In an effort to stall for time, I combed out my hair, just letting it fall around my head. Taking a deep breath, I turned to the door and opened it, walking out to a now dimly lit bedroom.

I was surprised to say the least. The lights, obviously, were dimmed, with multiple small candles lit up on the dresser, desk and nightstand. Even soft music played in the background, a sensual thump in the bass made to entice the mind and body.

And Wooyoung.... he was already shirtless, straddling San on the bed with the men in the middle of a heated lip lock. Wooyoung's hands moved up and down San's equally bare chest, moaning softly as San reached with his large hand to grab the hair on the back of Wooyoung's neck. He tugged, pulling Wooyoung's head back enough to make him gasp, so he could start to press kisses on his neck.

"Don't just stand there," I startled at San's sudden address to me. "Come here."

Nodding, I stepped up to the bed, towel still wrapped around me as I climbed on top on my knees. The men looked at me, Wooyoung smiling as he reached over and cupped my face.

"I didn't think the mood would be so... romantic..." I muttered, breath shuttering a bit as Wooyoung rubbed his thumb along my lips. Another hand pressed to my hip, San's, and he gave a strong squeeze. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering closed.

"I like to think we're romantic men," Wooyoung answered and I smiled.

"You talk as if you two are a unit."

"Because we are," San answered, sitting up while Wooyoung moved back to give him room. "From the day we met as kids, we knew there was no way we'd ever be separated." San reached and gently cupped the side of Wooyoung's face, early a dopey, love filled smile from the man.

"I couldn't get away from him even if I wanted to," Wooyoung joked, and that had done the trick.

San's eyes hardened, taking on a more possessive edge. "I'd like to see you try." The threat was clear, but Wooyoung thought nothing of it as he kissed the palm of San's hand.

The love between them was almost too much to bear, and I considered myself very fortunate that they so easily wanted to extend that love to me. I let the towel fall from around my body, pushing it off the side of the bed. There's a hiss from San, and I've barely a moment to register when he grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me into a heated, almost desperate kiss.

I moaned into his mouth, kissing him back with equal fervor. It took nothing for San to invade my mouth with his tongue, the fire in my veins just getting hotter as he kissed me silly.

"We're giving you one more chance," San whispered against my lips, fingers dancing along my cheeks as I felt Wooyoung's stare on me. "Back out now, because if not, you're not leaving this bed until we've fucked you and filled you nice and good."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as a deep shiver moved down my spine. The intense tension in the room was thick and rolled so tight, I knew once I gave the okay, it was going to snap and I would probably most likely die. (I'm being dramatic.).

"Please," I still found myself speaking, licking my lips as I looked at both men. They were also tense, waiting for the word, for the okay from me. And I give it to them. "Take me. Please."

The mood in the room shifted immediately, and I'm pulled right back into a kiss with San, which I eagerly reciprocated. A body pressed against my back, Wooyoung's warm skin on mine as he pressed a kiss to the back of my shoulder blade.

"We're gonna fuck you so hard," Wooyoung whispered against my skin, hands moving around me to cup and massage my breasts, making me moan into San's mouth. "Gonna make you feel so good..."

"You're gonna get fucked too," San spoke to Wooyoung, reaching behind me to grab the back of his neck. He pulled him closer to kiss him hard on the mouth. "You're both mine tonight." San kissed Wooyoung again, making out sloppily over my shoulder as Wooyoung continued to massage my breasts, pinching my nipples here and there. I slowly ran my hands up and down San's body, biting my lip as I moved lower and reached for his pants.

The men swiftly rid themselves of the rest of their clothes, and soon I was on my back, staring up at Wooyoung as he grinned down at me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, him moaning into my mouth as he ran his fingers through my hair. He's groaning as he's pressing kisses to my jaw, all too eager to show my body love while San sat on other side of me, leaning down to kiss me again as Wooyoung kissed down my body.

"You're perfect," San whispered, kissing me again right after. "You brought Wooyoung back to me. I'm so grateful for you."

"I'd-" I started before I gasped as Wooyoung kissed the inside of my thighs. "I'd do it for... anyone... on the crew..." My breath was coming out in pants, Wooyoung just teasing me with kisses lightly pressed against my pussy. His eyes shined with mischief, tongue licking his lips seductively when I groaned. "Wooyoung, please..."

"You beg so prettily..." Wooyoung remarked, before he finally pressed his mouth to my pussy. My legs immediately tried to close around his head, but Wooyoung held them back with strong hands, not even stopping his onslaught on me.

His tongue made me see stars, the way he slurped and sucked on me made lewd noises sound about the room. San's mouth was on my chest, sucking a nipple hard and flicking it with his tongue in an attempt to make me go absolutely insane. "Pretty noises... I wanna hear them all day and all night..." San whispered against my soft flesh, slowly moving down my body.

"Push her legs up. I wanna taste her too." Wooyoung huffed softly, doing as told as he pushed my knees back, giving both men enough room to press their lips against my pussy.

It shouldn't feel this good, but the feeling of their two wet tongues on me had me arching my back off the bed with a cry, each man holding a leg open. I didn't know who was sucking on my clit or pushing their tongue inside of me, my eyes were screw shut so tight it made my vision go red.

Then, two long fingers, and then two smaller ones, pushed into my waiting pussy, barely doing anything before I'm cumming hard around them, body tensing up tightly as wave after wave of euphoria washed over me, almost drowning me as I let out a sob.

"That's it. Fucking beautiful!" Wooyoung exclaims, coming up beside me to rub my sides. "You came so fucking hard so fast, holy shit."

I could laugh at his amazement. "Like you said... I haven't gotten properly fucked in over a year." Wooyoung grinned, but before he could kiss me, San stopped him.

"Wooyoung, come here."

You both looked to San, who stood up fully next to the bed. He had his cock in his hand, and since it was my first time actually looking at it, my eyes went wide. Oh... he was big.

Wooyoung's scoff made you glance at him, and he pouted. "Why?"

"Why?" San repeated, almost incredulous that Wooyoung was questioning him. "So you can get my fucking cock wet and ready to fuck your ass, that's why."

God. Oh God... I bit my lip, watching as Wooyoung huffed and stood up from the bed. The sight of his own dick made my eyes bulge. They were going to ruin me. But then Wooyoung turned to San and what I saw made my pussy throb in the best and worst ways possible.

Wooyoung had a plug in his ass, the base flared and prettily decorated with a pink diamond. He easily fell to his knees in front of his boyfriend, his greedy eyes now trained on San's hard cock while San was focused on you.

"You wanna see Wooyoung suck my dick?" he asked and I nodded immediately. He smirked. "Just watch, then, and spread your legs. I wanna look at that pretty pussy of yours."

Another shiver goes down my spine and I spread my legs wide for him, his gaze nearly bursting me into flames. It set me alight, the way he devoured me, his lip catching between his teeth when Wooyoung swallowed him whole.

"Oh fuck," San moaned, his fingers carding through Wooyoung's hair as his head tilted back. Wooyoung wasted no time bobbing his head back and forth on San's cocks, his hand wrapped around what he couldn't possibly fit in his mouth. It was sloppy and fascinating, with both men moaning, drool dripping down Wooyoung's chin.

"Do you like the plug, love?" San asked and I had to refocus myself to look at him. His face was pure bliss and pleasure, and it made my pussy throb again. "We put it in to get him ready for today. We weren't going to wait for you any more..."

To know that they wanted me that badly had an emotion so strong fill my chest, I had to fight to push it away. I licked my lips, breathing a bit heavily as Wooyoung continued to blow San, successfully taking all of him in his mouth and down his throat.

"Oh fuck... you always take my dick so well," San cooed down at Wooyoung, running his fingers through his hair lovingly. "So good, baby..."

I was going to lose my mind, watching the scene in front of me. I was grateful, so grateful. I bit my lip, San suddenly stopping Wooyoung with a tug of his hair. San had to take a few centering breaths, his hand cupping Wooyoung's cheek again.

"How's your cock, baby?"

"It's so hard..."

"Does it hurt? You wanna fuck her that badly?"

Wooyoung closed his eyes and hissed. "So fucking bad, since we first met her."

"Then go get her."

San didn't have to say it twice before Wooyoung was pushing me on my back, kissing me roughly as he pushed himself between my legs. I could taste some of San's precum and I wanted more, moaning against the tongue invading my mouth. Wooyoung grabbed my legs, tossing them both over his shoulders, and wasting no time pushing his thick cock into me.

I gasped sharply, the slight burn of him stretching me out sending shocks through me, but in the best way, the way that had me grabbing his forearms tightly. Wooyoung grinned down at me, leaning in again to kiss me sloppily as he started with slow thrusts.

"You feel so fucking good, dollface. Hot and tight and fuck..." He hit me with one sharp thrust that made me yelp, a smug smirk on his face. "That's right, I want you to scream."

He still kept his slow thrusts, stopping when San then pushed up behind Wooyoung. "Are you ready?"

Still inside me, Wooyoung nodded before he looked down on me. "He's gonna take the plug out..."

I nodded, pulling Wooyoung down to kiss him as San gently reached for the pink plug. He grabbed it firmly, watching Wooyoung carefully as he slowly pulled it out. Wooyoung pressed his face against my neck, his body shaking slightly.

"How do you feel?" San asked, setting the plug elsewhere. Wooyoung scoffed and looked back at him.

"Like I need your big fucking dick inside me now."

San scoffed right back at him, producing a bottle of lube and squeezed some on his hand. "You're lucky we're entertaining our friend here tonight," San said as he rubbed some lube on his dick and as well as Wooyoung's entrance. "Or else, I wouldn't make you cum at all."

Wooyoung's lips pursed at the threat, while San pushed up against him more, grabbing his cock and pressing it right against his entrance. "San..."

"I got you," San replied softly before pushing in slowly. Wooyoung released a guttural moan, his face pressed yet again against my neck while I gently rubbed his back. Having him still hard inside me yet not moving was maddening, and I felt myself become a bit delirious while waiting for San to bottom out inside of Wooyoung.

"God... you're always so tight for me..."

"Wait until you feel her..." Wooyoung grunted, his breaths coming out in quick pants as San slowly thrust into him, his hands clenched around Wooyoung's hips. "Oh God.... San, fuck..."

Wooyoung tried to set up a rhythm, where he would thrust into me as San thrust into him, but it proved quite difficult as San was a very vigorous lover, sweat dripping down his neck as he fucked Wooyoung hard and deep, skin slapping against skin. Still, with Wooyoung's cock inside of me still moving with each powerful thrust from San, and his pelvis rubbing against my clit... I was in heaven. Wooyoung moaned and whined shamelessly above me, his hands in my hair as he kissed me sloppily.

When San leaned down to whisper 'I love you.' in his ear, Wooyoung almost cried, his lip pulled between his teeth. San then kissed me deeply, his tall body easily bowing over both of us, our bodies so close together we almost melded into one entity.

Wooyoung came first, releasing into me with one long, drawn out moan. San smirked to himself, fucking Wooyoung harder.

"That's it, baby. Fill her up," he grunted, obviously chasing down his own orgasm as he fucked his boyfriend. It took only a few more thrusts until he was unloading deep into Wooyoung with a curse. "Take it, baby. Take it all."

"Yes... yes..." Wooyoung moaned, face pressed against my chest as he drooled. "So good..."

"I'm gonna pull out now," San whispered, slowly pulling his still half hard cock out of Wooyoung. The man on top of me groaned, and was just about to pull out of me when San stopped him.

"No. Keep her plugged up," San demanded, sending me a wicked smile. "Besides, she hasn't cum yet. Do you think that's fair?"

"No..." Wooyoung mumbled, moving a hand and I gasped when he pressed his thumb to my clit. "Do you wanna cum around my dick, dollface?" he asked while he started to rub his thumb in circles on my clit. I barely nodded.

San had walked to the bathroom, but I couldn't really focus on that while Wooyoung rubbed on my clit, making me moan and clench around him. I could feel him getting hard again inside me, and before I knew it, Wooyoung was fucking into me, fast, hard and deep. I screamed, he fucked me harder, hissing down at me.

"C'mon, c'mon, baby. Cum, cum for me," Wooyoung moaned, aware of San watching from the bathroom as he cleaned his dick. "Cum for us, so San could fuck you. You want that, right? To cum around my cock, then around San's huh?"

It didn't take that much longer for me to cum with a loud moan, my vision going white as Wooyoung continued to thrust frantically inside me until he cums again, pushing more of his load inside me.

"Oh shit, fuck... fuck..."

Wooyoung pulled out of me and plopped down on the bed beside me. The bed dipped under the weight of San climbing back on, and I barely blinked up at him as he hovered over me, lips curled up.

"My turn."

"San... San, oh my God..." I groaned when he pushed into me, the overstimulation making me twitch under him, as well as the feeling of his big cock filling me up. "It's too much..."

"You can take it," San whispered softly, kissing along my jaw as he nearly lost himself over how good I felt around him. "Be a good girl and take my cock. God, you feel heavenly..."

"I told you..." Wooyoung mumbled, turning to cuddle against my side. "He's gonna fuck you so good, baby..."

I groaned, the immense pleasure of having San's heavy cock glide in and out of me causing stars to burst in my vision. Drool dropped down my chin, and all I could do was yelp and whine and whimper with each soul shattering thrust.

"Oh, fuck me..." I ended up muttering, nails digging into San's shoulders. "Ruin me, break me, I don't care..."

"Of course, love. Whatever you want," San whispered, leaning down to kiss me deeply as he gave me exactly what I wanted.

I swore I died for a moment when I reached my next orgasm, body going tight as usual as my mouth opened with a strangled scream. With a few more thrusts, San was soon cumming into me, his cum mixing with Wooyoung's inside of me as he cursed repeatedly, his face pinched into an expression of pleasure.

"That's it," Wooyoung cooed, rubbing his chest. "Fill her up."

I whined softly, my body turning into mush as I lied on the bed breathing heavily. San slowly rolled off of me, lying down on my other side as he caught his breath.

A quiet calm enveloped us, my eyes closing as I could fall asleep at any moment. But movement beside me made me open my eyes and I looked at San in concern.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just grabbing a rag."

I blushed. "Oh."

Wooyoung moved next, grabbing a bottle of water and basically making me drink half of it. "You should go pee too," he told me and I smiled at him gratefully, nodding my head.

"Okay."

I let San clean me up with a wet rag before Wooyoung helped me to the bathroom. When I emerged a few minutes later, they had already changed the sheets and blew out the candles, the music now off. San grabbed me, pulling me to the bed.

"Stay with us," he said softly and I gave him a look.

"Is the walk of shame better the night of, or morning after?" I asked, clearly teasing and both men just laughed.

"Just get into bed! I'm tired!" Wooyoung exclaimed and I laughed, climbing in the bed beside him, soon followed by San.

Now I was sandwiched between them, limbs tangled in one anothers as San clapped once to turn off the light completely. The darkness was comforting, already lulling me into a deep sleep while being held so tenderly and lovingly. At that moment, I'm sure I fell in love.

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#ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #san x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #wooyoung smut #san smut #wooyoung fanfic #san fanfic

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chamomiletealeaf · 3 days

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Based on a True Event

So a few months ago my family went to Busch Gardens and I wanted to see the penguins before they closed so my family and I went back in but our tickets wouldn't scan. We got the tickets from my dad since he was working there. The people were super rude and wouldn't let my mom in and told her to go all the way to the back of the line and it took us forever to get in.

But imagine this with Simon, and he makes it all better.

Disclaimer: I'm not trying to hate on customer service workers. I am a customer service worker myself, this is just my experience with the Busch Gardens people lol.

Warnings: none :) just a bunch of fluffiness and Simon being in love with you.

You convinced Simon to take you to an amusement park you've been dying to go to. When he finally said yes you were ecstatic and couldn't wait to have fun with him in one of your favorite places.

"Si come on! Hurry before the line fills up!" You pull him along, wanting so badly to get into the park.

"Alright alright I'm coming." Simon grumbles, but he can't help but smile at your giddiness.

"They have penguins here! Can we go there first? Please? I want to see them so bad they're so cute!" You beamed up at him in the line to get into the park.

"Of course love whatever you want." He says with a smile.

You two were next in line to have your tickets scanned by the workers who looked like they'd rather be anywhere but there.

Not wanting to upset them further, you quietly held your phone out to scan the ticket.

Beep

The scanner makes a chiming noise and a big red "X" comes up on the reader.

"Ticket's no good." The worker says emotionless, not even looking up at you.

"What?" You ask panicking, looking at Simon for help.

"Here try mine." Simon says, stepping in front of you to scan his ticket.

Beep

The scanner dings again, but this time it was a happier tone and a green checkmark shows up.

"You're good, have a great day sir. You miss are gonna have to go to the back of the line and try again or leave. NEXT!" The worker says, and you raise your eyebrows in shock.

"Wait so he can go in but I can't? Can't you try again? Please we've been waiting all day to be here." You plead with the worker, sadness filling your eyes at the thought of not being able to see the cute little penguins you've been dying to see swim and waddle around.

"Sorry miss, you can try buying another ticket for another day or you can leave. You're holding up the line." The worker says, scanning other people's tickets and not looking at you.

Your eyes start to fill with tears of frustration and sadness knowing that Simon was going on deployment soon and you don't know when else you would be able to do this with him again. You look up at Simon looking devastated and he can't take it.

That's when he steps in.

The worker senses his presence and looks up at him. Simon crosses his arms and looks down at him, intimidating the guy so much that he actually makes eye contact with you two for the first time.

"Listen mate, the missus here has been waiting ages to get in here, and I'm never one to leave my woman unsatisfied. So you're either gonna let her in with me, or I'm gonna have to find a way to get her in myself." Simon stares down at the smaller man, who is now showing a fearful expression instead of a bored and uninterested one upon seeing Simon's scars and tattoos let alone his towering size.

And without another word the worker opens the turnstile and rushes you two through.

"Have a nice day you two!" He says, as if he wasn't shitting his pants right now at Simon's threat.

"Yeah that's what I thought." Simon grumbles under his breath.

You jump with joy and kiss Simon's cheek.

"Yay! Thank you honey!" You chime. "Let's see the penguins!" You say, practically pulling Simon's arm off rushing him along.

"Ok sweetheart I'm coming." He laughs.

"That was really hot." You say, leaning into his arm.

"What was?" He asks with a smirk, wanting to hear you say it.

"Sticking up for me. You're hot when you're all big and scary." You say with a giggle.

"Well of course, like I said, I'm never one to leave my missus unsatisfied. In any way." He whispers into your ear with a smirk while he squeezes your waist and you blush at his innuendo.

Then you spot the penguins and you squeal with excitement.

"Simon look! the babies!"

You run up to the tank to admire the little penguins. They were African penguins. Small and cute.

"Oh Simon, look at their little waddles! How cute are they!" You coo at the penguins watching as they waddle and swim around in their tank.

"Funny little blokes aren't they." Simon says, but he's not looking at the penguins.

Simon is watching you.

Simon stands next to you and admires your joy and how much you glow when you're happy like this. It's something he lives for. It's why he risks his life out on the battlefield every deployment. So you can have a fulfilling life. Everything Simon does is for you, and he can sleep better at night knowing that even though he's murdered, even though he's done heinous things, you will always be the one good thing that keeps him from falling into the darkness.

As Simon gets lost in his thoughts and love for you, a penguin waddles it's way up to you behind the glass.

"Simon! baby get a picture! Look at this little sweetie!" You say, and he snaps out of his thoughts to pull his phone out to snap a picture of you and the penguin.

The penguin flaps his wings playfully and you lean down to it's level and turn your head, making a kissy face pretending to give the penguin a kiss on the head.

Simon takes the picture and immediately makes it his lock screen and home screen.

You walk up to him to see the photo and smile.

"It's perfect! He's the cutest, sweetest little baby isn't he?" You ask and Simon just nods and smiles, thinking that you're actually sweetest thing.

Then, a penguin waddles out with a feather pattern that looks like it's wearing an eye mask. The penguin was white with black splotches of feathers on his body, but it's head was black, with a white mask around the eyes.

You notice it, and you gasp.

"Simon! It's you!" You excitedly exclaim and tap his arm getting him to look.

"It's a Ghost penguin!" You say, and he laughs out loud at that.

"Oh baby c'mon you gotta take a picture with it. Please? For me? It'll be so cute!" You plead, and how can Simon resist your glittering eyes and the crinkle in your nose from your smile.

"Ok ok. Just one picture though." And he walks up to the tank to pose with the penguin and you snap a picture, immediately sending it to Johnny and making it your lockscreen and homescreen as well.

Simon comes back to your side and you show him the picture, which earns another laugh out of him.

"Thank you honey." You tell Simon.

"For what?" He asks.

"For doing this for me. For being the best boyfriend in the world. For showing me what real love is like." You say with a smile, and Simon looks down at you.

Simon isn't one for PDA, but there was something about you in this moment that he couldn't resist kissing you right there in front of the penguins and all those around the exhibit.

"You're welcome my love." Simon whispers and smiles against your forehead after breaking the kiss.

You two spent the rest of the day walking around the park, forcing Simon to go on rides with you, and occasionally passing the penguins again where Simon buys you a little stuffed penguin that you named "Ghost", after the penguin that looked like Simon with his mask in the exhibit.

And that night, you two fell asleep in each other's arms with little penguin Ghost between you, exhausted from the long day of walking and fun, knowing that tomorrow you would both awaken in the morning seeing the one thing you both live to see:

And that's each other.

#call of duty #cod #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost cod x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost call of duty x reader

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habken · 1 day

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Izuku and Katsuki Hospital Comic - Thoughts and Process

I wanted to talk about the process and my thoughts while making this comic! Cause it was A Lot of planning and I feel like talking about how I went about it could maybe be helpful for other people who wanna make comics too ?

Also I just like talking and I've had So Many thoughts about it over the last few months, I just need to get them all out lol

everything is under the cut (it's Very Long) ↓↓↓

Initial Thoughts

I started planning the comic in January, around the time the chapter with the second user's plan to transfer ofa to shigaraki came out. I remember feeling so anxious and sad seeing how devastated Deku was to lose the 'gift' that All Might had passed to him :'((

It made me start thinking about what it would be like to not only go from having all this insane power at your fingertips back to nothing, but also how it would feel to lose the vestiges, which had been his advisers, yapping in his ear and keeping him company for months. How it would feel to go from constantly having people looking over your shoulder back to silence.

Then I thought about what that would mean for his and Bakugou's relationship, which has developed so much over the series. How Bakugou would feel about Deku no longer having ofa, how the two of them would wrestle with old feelings now that Deku would be quirkless again. Bakugou having to face the kid he bullied and Deku going back to a state where the world saw him as "useless" with dreams too big for somebody without a quirk.

I feel like sometimes it's not really taken into account how Deku's past affects him in the present, and that goes for in the actual series as well. Considering he's the main character, it's funny that we never really get too much of a peak inside his mind lol, especially not recently, which is most likely intentional, but I digress.

What I really wanted to do for this comic was circle back to Deku's question to All Might at the start of the series, "can I become a hero without a quirk" because while yes, deku can be a hero, he had to get a quirk to do so. So what happens now that he no longer has it? After all of Bakugou and Deku's development, would Bakugou's opinion on deku pursuing his dreams while quirkless change?

I really didn't want that answer to be no. I didn't want to believe that Deku would have to give up and "be realistic" again, it just didn't feel right for that to be the answer after 400 chapters.

So I wanted to make something that would encapsulate those thoughts! And I felt like the best way to fully get that out was through a scene in the aftermath of the battle, the two of them in the hospital with nothing to do but talk about their feelings.

It was important to me that the doubts they both felt about the future were stomped out, and for there to be reassurance that things between them wouldn't snap back to how it was before UA. That Deku could still reach his dreams even if they did become harder to obtain.

I also felt like narratively it would be a good parallel if Bakugou were to lose something tied to his power too, and with his arm being so bad off in canon, I thought it made sense that there was a chance he could lose it forever.

So it's like they're both coming out of the final battle worse off with huge losses, but no matter what, they're going to fight to achieve their dreams, and they're going to do it side by side :')

At its core, it’s very self indulgent lmao, I didn’t think that we’d get something that sappy and gross in canon (😳) so I wanted to make something for myself :')

Planning

So then I made a first draft!

When I’m making bigger comics, thumbnails are super helpful! They help me see the full picture of what it could look like, and let me change things without putting in too much commitment. So most of the drawings are loose, but occasionally I’ll put in a little extra detail into things that I want to make sure are included in the final work.

There’s three main things I consider when thumbnailing for comics; expression, composition, and dialogue. Each of these things have a huge influence on each other, so keeping them all in mind when roughing out your drawings is important!

How it usually works is I play out the scene in my head like a movie and roughly come up with dialogue, then I draw characters and expressions based on that dialogue and the visions I had. Simultaneously I plan out approximately where those drawings will go/how much space they'll take up and finally, I add in the dialogue and move things around as needed so everything fits nice together.

Having the dialogue there in the draft lets me know around how big the speech bubbles are gonna be which is a massive help when figuring out paneling. It lets me plan around the bubbles and make sure nothing is too squished!

General tips:

Something I learnt from storyboarding is that establishing a setting for your scene at the start is really important! Most of my comics will start with a long shot or include one early on for this reason. It’s good for making sure readers aren’t confused on where everything is taking place!

Having a variety of shots is good for keeping your story engaging! This comic has a lot of closeups, but I tried to add variety where I could and used a lot of different angles to keep things entertaining even if there isn't that much going on

Final thoughts on this draft:

At this stage, the ending was really different from the final version I ended up with. It was a lot more focused on Bakugou's losses too and the vibe was kinda "well we're both nerfed now but that's chill we can still be heroes." I axed most of that cause I thought it was dumb and wasn’t really the conclusion I wanted lol

After the rough draft, I started sketching everything out and adding in panels based on the composition from the og thumbnails. I also changed the dialogue as I went, focusing on making it sound more natural and easy to read.

This is where the nuances in movement and expression became a bit more refined and speech bubbles where better planned out.

At this stage, establishing clarity and imagining how readers are going to move their eye along the page is really important. Comics are generally read left to right, but you can’t just assume people are going to automatically read it in the order you want, which is why panels and speech bubble locations are so important.

Tips:

A general rule is that along with going from left to right, speech bubbles should be in descending order. This can be broken a bit, but it’s important to remember that the rule is there in the first place for clarity's sake. So if you do plan on breaking it, make sure it's not at the sacrifice of legibility. The human eye is lazy and will jump to whatever seems most logical, so planning things out in a confusing manner is going to make your comic hard to read!

This is another thing I picked up from storyboarding, but keeping in mind the 180° rule is good for clarity as well! In the simplest of terms, if you have two characters in a scene, it’s good to keep character A on one side and character B on the other, and not switch those sides willy-nilly, otherwise it can get confusing. This isn't as important in comics as it is in film/television, but I still like keeping it in mind.

Final thoughts:

I hated the original ending but I couldn't exactly figure out how I wanted it to go, and I was too busy at that point to dedicate the time I needed towards it, so it stayed as these four panels for while :’)

During the period I stopped working on it, Deku lost his arms which had me panicking lmao, so much of the comic was devoted to his emotions and body language, specifically in his hands. I just went "am I gonna have to redo everything? Do I give him prosthetics?" and I was fully ready to rework the entire thing but Eri came in clutch for Deku (and me) <3

After Deku started getting hurt, I didn't really like the idea of him being discharged and sitting with a still injured Katsuki, and wanted it to be clear that they were both still in the hospital, so I had to axe poor Deku's "hospital gown" shirt for actual hospital garb </3

At some point during april-ish, I finally added in a new beginning and end, which took the comic from four pages to seven. I felt like the new parts added a lot more levity and humour which were needed, and I think it helped make Izuku and Katsuki feel closer than before.

For these pages, I skipped the thumbnail stage and jumped straight into full page stuff, which felt easier because they were kind of just add-ons.

Something I specifically liked were the first two panels in the last page. Fun fact, but a few days after I sketched those out, horikoshi released that art of to two of them smiling together and I went !! That's the vibe I wanted !! Me and Horikoshi are on the same wavelength! That was a good day lmao.

At this point, though, while new parts added a lot more to the story and brought it closer to the vibe I wanted, they also messed with the tone and overall pacing and it ended up feeling really off. Deku was now doing this weird 180 from being super sad and upset to then immediately joking around and goofing off with no acknowledgement of anything Katsuki was saying, which had been fine enough when it was just 4 panels, but very off-putting once I made the comic longer

...So I decided to add even more panels :')

I went back to my original ideas, and part of what I wanted to get across originally was the doubts about Izuku's future from here on out, and the worry that things would go back to how they were before he got ofa. I realized those initial things which had fueled the comic were no longer really part of it, and I wanted to change that.

When I thought up the idea of visuals surrounding their middle school selves, I felt so smart LMAO. I think it ended up being the thing that brought the entire comic together.

Izuku reverting back to that anxious, unconfident state, spiralling into himself, and mumbling out all his insecurities, including his fears about losing Katsuki's friendship (and yet still somehow more worried about Katsuki's feelings than his own). And in turn, Katsuki remembering and seeing Izuku as that kid again, and his own fears of becoming a bully once more.

It better explored what I wanted to originally get across and delved more into their feelings, so that the jokes and levity at the end felt like they were earned, rather than being a rapid shift in tone.

(The only other thing that changed was the some of the panels in the first page. I changed up the speech bubbles and got rid of a panel so it would be less cramped and easier to read.)

At this point, I was still having trouble figuring out how to tie everything in and segway pages 6-7 into the ending organically, so it sat like this for around a month.

Then chapter 423 released and the battle was over and I realized how little time I actually had to get the comic out. I knew that the next chapter could possibly make my entire comic obsolete, so I hauled ass :D

These were the final plans before I cleaned everything up! I changed around some of the panels to make the story flow better, I figured out how to tie everything in, and I finalized the dialogue!

At this point all the panelling was redone because I wanted more space in between them. Before, it felt really cramped and I think adding in more breathing room made it feel slightly less overwhelming for readers.

The biggest changes from the previous draft:

First, obviously, I finished the middle school stuff and figured out how to get from one part to the next. This was the hardest part of the planning, but I ended up deciding that Deku would spiral, Bakugou would kind of bring him out of that, they'd hug and then Bakugou would reassure him. I also included motifs relating to their childhood to be reminiscent of The Apology, and Katsuki's thoughts going back to them sharing the special All Might cards, them at the lake, etc. As if this was another healing moment for each part of them; their current selves, their MS selves, and their childhood selves too

I then changed some of the panels in the first page. I switched the direction of the diagonal line in the first few panels because I thought it made it more clear which way to start reading and made the comic flow better.

In the fourth page, I added a panel after Deku starts crying, because I felt like it worked better with the dialogue, and brought in more of Katsuki's POV into the story

The sixth page doesn't really look different, but there was a lot of resizing going on panel-wise. The bottom panel doesn't take up as much space and the panels up top are a little bigger

The final big change was the eighth page. I added in an extra panel and changed up a lot of expressions/dialogue so there was more of a natural transition between the heartfelt moments and the two goofing off

I then made some final changes and drawover notes before I started a week of cleanup and colouring!

Cleanup/Colouring Stage

Cleaning up my sketches usually just means duplicating the layer, putting the original layer at 5% opacity and.. cleaning it until it looks nice lol. It's the easiest way for me to work because I hate doing lineart.

This is what my sketch vs final usually looks like. The biggest change was adding in bandages into all the drawings lol.

For speech bubbles, I drew them all by hand, created a flat colour layer underneath in white, duplicated that and filled it in with black and shifted it with the transformation tool to make a drop shadow effect.

It took me two days to colour the whole thing :')

Usually when I colour, I work in a pretty painterly way, but I thought flats/cell shading would be a lot faster for this. I was right but it still took Very Long.

The smartest thing I did was put colour swatches of each colour I was using on a separate layer above everything else so I could easily use the eyedropper and get the right colour without having to reference them from another page. It was a big time saver!

I colour all on a single layer so I don't have progress photos to show, but for each drawing, I roughly added in all the colours in the approximate locations they'd be, and once I did that for every single panel, I went back and cleaned them up one by one.

And that's that! After colouring was done, I added my signature, posted it, and took the nap of the century.

Final, Final Thoughts

I worked... Very Hard to get the comic out before leaks night and even if it was just a few hours, I'm so glad I was able to do it cause when I saw the actual chapter I lost my mindddd

I feel like as the comic progressed, Katsuki's feelings took a backseat and if I was to redo it, I'd probably put a bit more emphasis on that than I did in the final version. I feel like his ~inner turmoil~ didn't fully come through the way I wanted it to. I didn't want it to be an immediate acceptance — I wanted the fact that he was struggling with his past to be evident too — but with the focus being so heavily on Izuku, Katsuki's inner thoughts get a bit lost which is too bad </3 Good thing is Horikoshi had the exact opposite idea as me, so it all worked out :D

I'm really proud of how the comic turned out, and I'm so happy to have gotten such a positive response to it! Thank you for reading if you got this far and thank you for reading my silly self-indulgent hospital comic :)

#bnha #art tips #bnha manga spoilers #long post

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a-magpie-in-gravesfield · 2 days

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I’m so devastated to be reading this :(

The seller who was making all the Belos candles with the scents I picked has to close.

I saw someone on the post comment they were sad to see the Belos scents go, don’t worry I know where the fragrances are from and I have some myself. I will get in touch with the seller to see how much of their leftover supplies I can buy and I will find a way to add them to my shop as small fragrance bottles. I’m not sure how to make candles myself and I don’t think I’d be able to make them, but fragrances could be used in an oil diffuser or diluted down for room sprays. (The seller is completely ok with fragrances being sold don’t worry, they’re not the ones making the actual fragrances)

I will make another post when I have a new update about what I can do

(Just to clarify for those who didn’t know, I was the one who came up with all the scent blends, but they were making the actual candles and I was promoting their shop so people could get the candles there by sending little cards in my orders)

#philip wittebane #emperor belos #belos

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Mission- Cheer up Logan

I've just had a sad dream with Logan in it and I told him how much I love him and how important he is after watching all the shit Williams and Vowles have been doing. I need this to heal myself. I hope it heals everyone rooting for Logan too

Summary- Literal Logan fluff.

Y/N didn't dislike many people and hate would be a strong word in her dictionary but right now James Vowles and the Williams racing team made her hate them with the tirade they had going against her poor boyfriend which was pissing her off; worst of all, it was affecting Logan. Her happy puppy of a boyfriend was lost. He would either be at work or looking lost and depressed at home. They no longer had witty conversations going on or Y/N teasing Logan any and every chance she got. He would barely smile at her at times. So, Y/N took it upon herself to make her Logan happy.

It was one of those days, the weather was bright and sunny, Logan didn't have to go to work and the previous GP may have been bad but it was slightly better. It was around 9 and they were still in bed. Y/N woke up to Logan 'asleep' at least he pretended to be. She knew him like the back of her hand and every time he acted like he was sleeping his eyes would be shut tight. This habit of his made her smile. She looked up at him while resting her palms against his chest.

Y/N POV

"Good morning, baby boy" I whispered followed by a kiss on the lip which was followed by a grunt and covering his face with the blanket. "Babe, we need to good shopping, we're out of everything." I emphasised. "You can do that alone" he said, still under the duvet. "Yes but you know I hate shopping alone and I wanna show off my super hot racer boyfriend to the world, come on." I said while pulling the covers off. His big blue eyes met mine and I pouted my lips. "I won't take long, I promise. Pinky promise." I exclaimed while holding out my pinky. "You're hurting my ribs, babe." came a strangled cry only to notice my elbow jabbing his ribs. I giggled while apologising and dragging him to the bathroom. We were dressed in 20 minutes and out the door. As Logan started the car, he looked at me and said, "The only reason you're taking me along is so that I can drive you there, right?" I was appalled at the accusation but replied with a smile, "one of the reasons, babe." I said. He laughed asking, "Couldn't you drive there yourself?" "Why would I do something when I have a pro who can do it for me." Logan shook his head. "I have the hottest formula 1 driver at my beck and call so am not even allowed to show him off; is an atrocity I say." dramatically sighing. Logan let out a big laugh, one I hadn't heard pass his lips in ages. It made my heart flutter and tears spring up in my eyes.

The car ride was filled with singing along to songs playing on the radio which we hadn't done in so long. It felt nice to be able to have my Logan back. The trip to the grocery store was uneventful. Once back, I made quick work of putting every thing away. I went back to Logan sat on the couch in the living room and made myself comfortable on his lap, "darling, what would you like for dinner?" He was pulled back from whatever thought he had as I sat on his lap, "Pizza and Pasta" He said. I looked him in the eyes and asked, "What about we go on a date?" Logan looked at me quizzically. "It could be a home date, like the good old days. We could cook together and then dress up to have dinner together. I even bought a few dresses I didn't get to show you." I elaborated.

Logan's POV

In all honesty I couldn't care what we did. I didn't really wanna go out and getting dressed just to eat at home was such a waste of time. But I couldn't say no, when her face was literally hoping for me to say yes. She kept looking at me expectantly and I didn't wanna let another person down, so I agreed. The way her face lit was better than winning any GP. She leaned in and gave me the sloppiest kiss and pulled me to the kitchen to help her cook. I would never say I could cook when Y/N did all the heavy lifting. "Baby boy, you look lost in thought. Is there another woman that is occupying your thoughts?" she said in a southern accent while placing both her arms around my shoulder and wrapping them around my neck. It made my breathe hitch; the effect this woman had on me even after so many years was shocking to say the least. I placed my hands on her waist and replied in an equally fake southern accent, "Darling, there ain't no woman worth my time when you're standing in front of me." "You better." she said while leaving multiple kissed on my face making me laugh. The cooking ended quiet quickly for two people; where one of them couldn't cook and the other kept violating ever health and safety protocol by kissing and touching the person next to them.

Y/N POV

We were almost done with dinner and I asked Logan to go dress up. I would get dressed just before plating the food in the guest room because I didn't want Logan to see the outfit I had planed for him. About 15 minutes later, Logan was back at the table and I left to get dressed. It took me only 20 minutes which was a record. I wore a black lacy mini-dress which barely covered my ass and tits at the same time but it made me look hot and that's all that mattered. I stepped out of the room to an eagerly waiting Logan.

Logan's POV

My mouth was on the floor when I saw what she was wearing. "You don't plan on wearing this out, do you?" I said and then quickly added, "If you did, I don't mind. I can fight but I need this image burnt into my retinas." I ogled. She giggled and walked towards me, "You can take it off, once dinner is over." She whispered in my ear. Dinner was done in record time. We headed to the bedroom so that I could hold her to her words.

While cuddling, Y/N said, "You know, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I cut her off because she was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Y/N shushed me, "Right now, I'm talking and you're gonna listen. I love you Logan Sargeant more than there are words that I can use to express myself. I'm so happy every day to wake up next to you and support you in achieving your dreams and aspirations. I hope you remember how good you are and deserve everything you've worked towards. A couple fuck ups don't undermine the talent and hard work that is Logan Sargeant. No matter what anyone says, you are the most handsome and talented driver that deserves to be in F1. Those assholes are blind to not be able to see your pure raw unfiltered talent. I love you baby boy." She finished her speech. There were tears in my eyes that had started flowing which Y/N wiped away with a kiss. I pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for sticking with me. I promise I won't let you down or let anyone make me feel like crap again." She smiled while drawing a heart on my back. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

#logan sargeant #logan sargent x reader #logan sargent fluff #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #fluff #logan x reader

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bonesxbows · 2 days

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Surgery of a Hope (Astarion x Reader)

My Masterlist

Someone dared to try to lay a hand on you and Astarion finds out. He leaves Gale to comfort you while he goes and "takes care" of it. Or alternatively, Astarion is trying to show you he loves you in one of the only ways he knows how; by killing.

-WARNINGS- - mentions of sexual assault/assault (depending on how you look at it), but does not go into a lot of detail - crying/breakdown - trauma responses

If you have any triggers relating to assault or past assault please be careful reading this. I have not personally experienced what is written here but it is loosely based on trauma of my own and the goal was to write something to act as a comfort for myself and whoever else needs to read something like this. But please tread carefully, I didn't write this with the intent of triggering anyone.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and I hope reading this can help someone else like writing it helped me :) Comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

You sat on the ground inside your tent, nestled in the corner of the fabric, your knees pulled up to your chest. You were slowly rocking back and forth, replaying the traumatic events of the day in your head. Your body was present, but your mind was lost in its own little world, your eyes glassed over. You didn't notice Astarion barge into your tent, a bubble of excitement coming with him.

“Darling! I've been waiting all day to have a moment with you all to myself. I-” His sentence and his body stopped dead in their tracks when his eyes finally found you, a sad little ball of limbs shoved into the corner. His voice startled you out of your daze. He walked closer towards you and reached out a hand, but you jumped in response to him approaching and shuffled yourself deeper into the corner, as far away from him as you possibly could get. He frowned. He recognized your fear, he remembered acting like you were doing now once before and that worried him.

“Astarion, wait. I…wait. Please, don't come any closer.” You spilled out your words quickly. Your eyes were glued to his outstretched hand, wide like a gnoll staring down a wall of fire, and tears started to pool underneath them.

“What’s wrong my love?” He hated when you cried. He was getting better at learning how to comfort you but he still got nervous about making it worse. His frown deepened but he respected your request and instead knelt down where he was, keeping his distance from you.

“I…um…” you stumbled over your words, your mouth becoming dry and thick, like someone had shoved cotton down your throat. You tried to blink away the tears but they were now two hot waterfalls running down your face.

“It’s alright, you can tell me. What happened?” You looked like a scared animal and it reminded him too much of how he used to feel. He was concerned, but he was also angry. He had a feeling he already knew what had happened to you and the thought of him being right made him burn with rage inside. You took a shaky breath and did your best to speak coherently.

“Someone…um, someone tried to touch me earlier when we were in town. I…I tried to stop them, tried to fight them off. Some things were said and…and…” Your story ended there as the sobs racked your body aggressively. You buried your head in your arms, wrapping your hands around your shoulder to try to comfort yourself as you rocked back and forth, crying and screaming and sobbing loudly. Astarion swore he could feel his undead heart shatter. He could do nothing but sit there and watch as you poured out your emotions. He knew from experience that if he tried to comfort you it would only make the situation worse, but he felt helpless just sitting there and doing nothing. So he reached over and yanked your blanket off of your cot, folding it up haphazardly and placing it between the two of you, nudging your foot with the fabric, doing his best not to touch you.

You poked your head up slightly, eyeing him. You saw the blanket, your blanket, and how Astarion sat back on his heels, a comforting smile on his face. You unfurled a hand from your cocoon of limbs and reached forward slowly, grabbing the blanket tentatively, as if even the soft material would snap back at you as well. But it didn't, so you pulled it into your lap on top of your knees and buried your head into the comfort of it, sniffing the familiar scent of Astarion’s cologne that had rubbed off on it from his constant nights spent in your tent with you. You used a corner of it to wipe away your tears and tried to focus on steadying your breathing. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Astarion and he nodded his head.

“Do you think you can manage to remember who it was, my love? Can you tell me what they looked like?” he asked you softly. He wanted to reach out and grab your hand in his, but he stayed still for now. He would not touch you until you were ready and asked him to, no matter how much he wanted to. You began to shake your head furiously.

“No. Astarion, no. It was nothing, really. You don't need to do anything. It was my fault anywa-” He cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

“Do not even finish that statement darling. None of this is your fault. None of it. Do you understand? Now, what did they look like?” his face was like stone, serious and deadly. It didn't scare you, not anymore at least, but you knew trying to argue with him at this point was futile. You were so confused and upset you did not know what the right thing to do was so you trusted Astarion and told him everything you could remember. You watched as he took off his jacket and moved closer to you. But he stopped just before he got too close.

“Is it alright if I touch you my sweet?” He asked before he did anything and you nodded, although slowly. He leaned forward to drape his jacket over your shoulders and pull it up over your neck. Your fingers fumbled at first but you grabbed it and pulled it as close to your skin as you could, relishing in the warmth and comfort radiating off of the velvet fabric.

“Stay here, alright? I’ll tell Gale to accompany you here inside of your tent so you don't have to be alone. I promise I’ll be back before morning.” He leaned forward again to kiss you gently on your forehead and you didn't jerk away this time. He smiled warmly at you but his ruby eyes shone with anger and malice. He began to stand up and head for the entry flap of your tent.

“Wait! Where are you going?” You jumped from surprise and began to reach for him but stopped abruptly when his jacket began to fall off of your shoulders and instead quickly grabbed it again and pulled it back up around you. You were afraid to be alone, even with Gale. You only felt safe around Astarion. Your sense of security was so shattered you were hesitant to trust anyone except him. He turned back around before he left.

“Promise me you'll stay here with Gale.” no, you wanted to go with him, wherever he was going. You wanted his warmth and to be in his arms with him by your side protecting you, no one else.

“But I-” he cut you off again. He was not looking for any arguments tonight.

“Promise me, my love.” there was no arguing with the look in his eyes and there was no changing his mind about whatever he had set his mind on doing. “I promise.” you choked out, trying not to cry again at the thought of him leaving you right now.

“Good. I’ll be back as soon as I can alright? Then I’ll stay with you for as long as you need.” You watched him leave, trying to blink away the tears that threatened to flow. You gripped his jacket even tighter and breathed in the smell of his cologne again, it was an even stronger scent on his jacket than on your blanket. A few moments after Astarion left Gale walked in, smiling sympathetically. He somehow juggled a bowl, two mugs, and a stack of books in his hands without dropping anything.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. You didn't give an answer and watched as he sat where Astarion once was just a minute ago and placed all of the things in his hands in front of him, between the two of you.

“We don't have to talk if you'd rather not. But I thought you might like a distraction while Astarion is away. My time is yours.” You looked at him and he looked sincere, but you were still a little wary. But this was Gale, someone who had stuck by your side from the very beginning and had been nothing but respectful and helpful ever since. You gazed over what he had brought with him, there was what appeared to be stew in the bowl and the two mugs were filled with tea and still steaming. The books were ones you recognized, titles you had once borrowed from him and had told him you had enjoyed immensely. Books that you knew, that were familiar, and there was comfort in familiarity. He knew this. Gale was your best friend, he was the second person to know just about everything about you. You were grateful that his memory was impeccable and that he had remembered all of your favorite things, especially at a time like now.

“What kind of soup is that?” you asked. The tears had subsided, for now. He was glad you were up to talking, it was going to be a long night for him if he had to sit here in silence the whole time.

“Vegetable and sausage. And that’s peppermint tea, with sugar, just how you like it. I've also brought your favorite books, but I can fetch something else if reading isn't up to your liking currently.” He stole a pillow from the pile off of your bed and propped himself up against the side of your tent, still an agreeable distance away from you. Astarion must have given him the details of your jumpiness and sensitivity to touch right now. You couldn't help but smile just a little.

“The books are alright for now, Gale. Thank you.” You reached forward for one of the mugs and chose one of the books from the stack as you did so.

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything else, alright? Im not going anywhere until Astarion gets back.” you nodded and took a sip from the mug, the tea warming your scratchy throat on the way down. You opened the book to the first page and Gale did the same with his own book.

Eventually the warm tea, familiar story, and comfort of Astarion’s scent lulled you into a sleep. Your body was exhausted from the day’s events and the extensive crying you had done earlier. Gale had stayed with you the entire night, within arms reach just in case you needed him, even when the rough ground began to irritate his old human body. He had even lit the candles in your tent after the sun had set just so you would not be in complete darkness if you woke up in the middle of the night.

You were never a heavy sleeper, but now you were even more anxious in your sleep after what had happened. A dull thud had woken you up and you heard the sound of water splashing. Your eyes fluttered open quickly but your heart calmed down when you saw the back of a familiar white shirt and white curls in the candlelight. Astarion had returned at some point, before morning just like he had promised, but his back was turned to you and he was knelt in front of your washing bucket.

“Astarion? Is that you?” you asked groggily. Your voice was thick with sleep but you were wide awake, grateful that he was back already.

“Go back to sleep darling, it’s alright.” he spoke sweetly to you like always, but he stayed with his back to you, working something onto the wash board inside the tub.

“Where have you been?” you sat up, blinking away the remaining sleep in your eyes and trying to focus on what he was doing. A part of you already had a guess of where he had been for the last few hours but you asked anyway, not wanting to believe what you knew was already true.

“No where you need to worry your pretty little head about, everything’s alright.” he told you, but you were too curious now to go back to sleep. Astarion hated chores, yet here he was scrubbing laundry in the middle of the night. You stood up quietly and padded over to him, still holding onto his jacket around your shoulders. You leaned over his shoulder and observed. He was holding on to a different white shirt than the one on his back currently, scrubbing furiously as the soapy water turned pink. Now that you were closer you also noticed the way the candlelight shined against black spots in his hair, a stark difference against his bleach white curls. You frowned slightly, accepting your previous conclusion as the truth now.

“Is that blood?” you asked. You already knew the answer but you wanted to hear it from him.

“No.” he tried to deny the obvious, though he already knew you wouldn't believe the white lie.

“Astarion.” you said sternly, gently warning him to tell you the truth this time.

“Alright maybe it is. But the bastard deserved it.” he stopped scrubbing and so you sat down on the ground behind him. He turned to look at you, abandoning the shirt in the dirty water.

“What did you do?” your voice was calm. You didn't mind he had taken matters into his own hands, in fact you were secretly grateful.

“I taught him a much needed lesson my love. He won’t be hurting anyone ever again.” his lips turned up into his signature killer smile. He was proud of himself for the kill, as per usual. You wanted to thank him, say something, anything, to convey how relieved you felt, but the words got caught in your throat. His smile faltered a little when he noticed the pool of tears forming in your eyes, but he knew you were okay from the small smile that was stuck on your face.

He dunked his hands back into the water to wash the rest of the blood off and then dried them on his pants before outstretching a hand to you, silently asking for yours. You obliged, placing your hand in his. He brought it up to his face and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckle. You couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up from his gesture, the smile on your face growing despite the tears that started to flood your face. You were safe. Even after all that had happened, you were safe with Astarion.

#my writings #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction

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tearwolfe · 2 days

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jst curious since rui is.. sad in starshine au is tsuka also sad at some point do you feel me DO YOU UNDERSTAND BECAUSE I CANT UNDERSTAND MYSELF

yeah... at first he's just kind of using rui because he Is an alien parasite so rui is his energy source, his host. but he's capable of intelligent emotions so... he does begin to cling onto rui.

he's super attached so rui going off and doing anything without him makes him sad.. but also seeing rui sad makes him sad too, which is like.. completely against what he's supposed to be doing. he has a bit of internal turmoil once the two of them spend enough time together.

it's hard to explain, but tsukasa definitely feels like he's broken in some way, according to his species, since he has such strong feelings toward his host. like that's not supposed to happen, he's supposed to just comfortably feed on rui's negative emotions, but why does it have to hurt so much?

#ask #starshine au #NONE OF THESE BITCHES ARE SAFE FROM ANGST

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claiestve · 15 hours

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𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 ꨄ Alex

˜”* ❝𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxɪᴛ

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“What do you mean?”

Honestly, you didn’t know what happened. It seemed like, at that moment, your conscience took over. You still debated whether this was a good decision, but no matter what, you could never change the answer. It wasn’t like a ‘good or bad’ thing, but rather a right or wrong. And which one did this fall under?

“[name]! I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to be considerate of your feelings.”

“You always say that, Alex. You always say your decisions are made to better both of us. It’s like you think you’re my guardian angel or something.”

“I’m not implying that at all.”

That was such a lie and you knew it. Alex always made a point to be the ‘humble’ one who cared for you more than himself. Your friends used to ask you how you found someone so caring like him. It wasn’t a complete facade but it was an exaggeration.

He could sit in front of your face all day and pretend he was always right. Not a liar just stubborn.

“What would I do without you?” You mocked his tone, “I didn’t ask for you to be considerate of my feelings, Alex. Lord knows if I wanted that, I wouldn’t ask to talk to you and catch up.”

“Look, it’s clear there’s still animosity and I don’t want to make this tension worse.”

“Alex, there’s no tension. I’m just trying to make myself clear. Now, can you answer to my request?”

He sighed, looking around. You didn’t know exactly what he was looking at or for and you didn’t like that it wasn’t you. Even when you were right in front of him, practically begging for an answer, he didn’t want to give you that attention.

Often, you thought about it but you never saw it. How different you two were. Sometimes you’d ask yourself where everything went wrong but you knew exactly where it all went wrong. It was sad though, seeing how you went from being so in love to now standing in front of him getting ticked off by every move he makes.

“That’s… fine. We can catch up,” He cleared his throat, “I am quite interested in what you’ve been up to recently.”

You smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood. It was the least he could do.\

“Great, let’s walk around.”

You smiled at him. It was partially fake. You weren’t exactly happy at the moment but you weren’t upset either.

“So, how have you been? Have you been making a name for yourself in The Big Apple?”

“Well… it’s been great. I mean, the projects I’ve had the privilege to work on have been amazing and I’ve been accompanied by so many amazing people too. I miss home a lot though… and you.”

The last words made you stop. You didn’t need to hear them at all. Maybe if this was months ago when you were still thinking about him every night, but you were healed now. There was no longer a desire to see him or know how he was.

There were days you couldn’t even get out of bed because all you could think about was him. For a while, it felt like he was a resident in your mind. You never thought you’d be okay after the break up so when you were, it gave you a new kind of confidence. However, hearing him say he missed you shattered your heart. Maybe because you lived partly in the dark after him.

“Um,” He tried to refocus the conversation, “How has being a lawyer been?”

“It’s been good. I can’t talk about much, but even if I could, it wouldn’t sound nearly as interesting as your whole photography thing.”

He nodded, looking at you expectantly. Like he wanted you to comment on him missing you. Possibly wanting a reciprocation.

“I didn’t know you missed me.”

“It’s hard not to. You were my everything outside of my career. You meant– you mean so much to me so it’s not exactly easy to let go.”

“I get that.”

He scoffed at that. It felt like he was disappointed with your responses because he wasn’t getting proper validation. He wanted you to want him. Alex loved the way you loved him so what happens when you no longer do?

“I mean, [name], c’mon. You can’t act so nonchalant about this. You hear me, right? I’ve been telling you I miss you and all you can say is ‘I get that’.”

“What? Do you want me to tell you that I missed you too? I did but that’s in the past, Alex. That breakup really fucked me up. I wish you knew how bad it actually was. My existence doesn’t revolve around the love we once had for each other.”

“I still love you. I don’t get why you insist on putting us in the past!”

“Because, Alex!” You start to match his tone, getting as loud as him, “You may love me and I promise I love you too, and I always will but I am not in love with you. There’s a difference. I don’t want to relive that pain so yes, we are in the past so I can heal in the present!”

You stop walking and look at him, deep in his eyes. Seeing him nearly beg for you to run back to him made you feel betrayed.

“I have taken time to heal which is why I thought we could have this conversation but I was clearly wrong. I hope you can do the same, Alex. Trust me, you’ll be so much happier once you leave our relationship in the past.”

You tried to walk away before feeling a firm grip on your wrist.

“You can’t just walk away, [name]! Why do you choose to walk away from us?”

“Because I’m not choosing ‘us’,” You removed his hand, “I’m choosing myself.”

With that, you walked away as fast as you could. You were eager to get out of that because you knew that nothing good would come out of that conversation.

Your friend smiled and reached out to embrace you.

“I’m so proud of you for that.”

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glad we made it this far um yeah! that shit made me mad and i wrote it sooooo yeah but anyways round of applause for the reader

#zsakuva #asmr #sakuverse #zsakuvaxreader #alex

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It's never too late for improvement! I love both Hunter and Beatrix, but personally I think Beatrix is my favourite.

She is such a deep character: the details you gave us about her backstory, her character and how she grew as one are just absolutely wonderful and so well done.

The fact that I love about her it's probably her saddest one: that she was given a mind and a body against her will and had to forcefully live like that. I'd really like to see more about her earlier days where she struggled more because of that. Not because I like to see her suffer ofc HAHAHAHAH But because I think that would be very interesting to see how she grew from that to the B2 we all know and love now :) (and because that gives me more than one reason to hug her and caress her head UEUEUEUE)

I'd also really love to see more about her and Val! God, those draws of them are stuck in my mind, I love duos like them GNFJFNFJDBF

About her and Hunter- GAAAH LLEEEHHFBFJDNFIEJ I love them and I'd really want them to be together, but maybe it's better in another universe where he hasn't done all that stuff :'') (I was too late to vote on the poll that said to forgive him or not, but I would've said no. Yeah I wouldn't hate him for the rest of my life because, as sad as it is it's the past so "it is what it is", but still I'd never forgive him for what he did)

But as I said, don't put yourself down like that. It's never too late to give us a new image of Beatrix and to give us more about her character and the rest of the story! I think that whatever you gave us until now is already so BBBBBBBEAUTIFUL, so I'm really curious about what you will give us in the future about that IDBFJSBFJSBHDE

But take your time and take care Starbs! 💖💖💖

Ahh i'm glad to hear about your point of view on Bee. Maybe I was overthinking a lot these past few days because I couldn't draw Fusionsprunt comics. Turns out I was basically forcing myself to make art for every bit of lore shared... I'll try my best not to do it again and simply post some bits of lore here and there.

There's honestly so much about being given a body and mind against your will, and it's not the first time these themes have been explored (IHNMAIMS for example, like you mentioned!). I was afraid B2's character was pushed aside because Hunter was getting more attention, despite the fact he is not the main character. It was upsetting at first, because I'm very attached to her. I'd like to give both of these two some time to shine. They have a lot of stories to tell (and many battles to fight).

Thank you for your ask! This made me feel a little bit more relieved.

#inbox

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bittersweet

rhaegon | {e. 3.5k}

~post-dance & the only survivors~

“look at what has become of us? both of us have lost everything. and now all that’s left of us…is our pain, our grief. you and me.” rhaenyra chokes back a sob, looking at her half-brother. all that is left of her family. her blood.

aegon gazes back at her, not with disdain or rage, but exhaustion, sadness, defeat. with the same dark circles, the same exact look of madness mirrored in her own violet eyes.

he could be mine own twin, she thinks almost laughing at the realization of how much they are alike. the same shade of silver blonde hair, unkempt and wild. she wishes he would say something, anything to stop her mind from racing, stop the madness from spreading through her like poison.

she longs to hear her brother speak, even though she should hate him, want to tear him apart with own bare hands. spill his blood all over the realm, sacrifice him—like her own son’s were sacrificed.

but she cannot seem to hate him any longer, wish to see him dead, his pretty head on a spike. because aegon ii targaryen, her brother, is all that’s left of her on this earth, keeping her tethered to her, tied to her fleshly vessel. and as long as he lives, breathes, is bound to her, she is chained to him as well.

“you and me?” he scoffs sadly, bitterly, pushing salt into the gaping wounds that are still bleeding, that have yet to scab over.

“yes, aegon,” she says his name softly, trying to use her words as a binding tourniquet, stave the bleeding of the gashes, the cuts, that run deep, with her tongue. she has always been braver than him, never willing to let failure rule her life again. “we started this mess and we must fix it, or lest—we let it consume us, destroy us. kill us.”

“i do not care, sister. and neither should you. i’ll hand you the dagger myself, while you drink the poison. we can both die together.” aegon retorts, firing back at her with his words, but she sees tears swimming in his eyes, unshed, and it makes her heart seize. her brother has never truly known true unconditional love and affection that one can have for the other. that a mother can have for a son. a sister for a brother.

she can’t help herself, for she was a mother, is his sister.

“aegon, do you not think that we have both drank enough of the poison fed to us since we were born? and i will not spill anymore of our blood, it is far too precious now, more than a bloody throne. or valyrian steel.” rhaenyra walks towards him gracefully, as a queen would towards their king, and gently grips her brother’s pallid cold cheeks in her hands, longing to bring warmth, rosiness back to them.

the siblings have never been this close to one another. this kind of intimate proximity unbidden to them, forbidden by otto hightower’s garbled poison fed to alicent, the same way she undermined, poisoned her first born son with.

aegon looks up at her, his dark glassy violet eyes, still full of unshed tears. he looks haunted, so haunted, older than the young man he is. he reminds rhaenyra of their father, a king of the seven kingdoms, with all the unwanted weight, the burden laden upon him. since he was pushed from his mother’s womb. brought into this world with only this purpose, to be her challenge, her opponent, her enemy.

“we are family, aegon. you are my brother.” she strokes over the divot in his chin with her thumb, eyes drinking in every scar, mark, freckle, every indication that they are related, of the same bloodline.

“half.”

it’s all he says, spitting the word out like a curse, a reminder of the past, but rhaenyra ignores it presently, taking aegon’s hand in hers and pressing it against her beating heart, right above her full breast, towards his future. she swallows, heart rattling like a drum, not realizing how much she’s missed being touched so intimately in a year.

“feel my heart, brother,” she accentuates the word, hoping each syllable rings true deep inside him; in his spirit. she bites her lip, suppressing a slight moan, when aegon’s hand flexes, nearly brushing her hardened nipple. and she wishes he would. she desires for him to be bold, to be the wrathful dragon, plundering and pillaging, taking and taking, burning her, until there is nothing left.

but instead his hand remains motionless, stiff, refusing to mold to her flesh like molten fire. “aegon, please, feel my heart beating. the blood flowing through my veins is as much mine as it is yours, dear brother.” rhaenyra guides his hand upwards towards her warm skin, dipping his fingers beneath her gown, letting him feel the heat from her breast. the burning flesh, feverish with want, with desperation.

rhaenyra gazes deep into his eyes, seeing something alight, a spark starting to spread and it emboldens her, so she presses his hand more firmly against her heart, his calloused fingers deeper into the top of her gown, until his rough fingertips touch her hardened nipple, making them both gasp.

“sister,” aegon’s breath hitches and she can feel him shivering from their shared warmth, the closeness they should have had all along. but it’s not yet too late...fate now giving them both another chance to make things right.

“yes, brother,” rhaenyra moans, feeling his fingers curl around her sensitive nipple, no longer able to hold back the desire, the lust that swirls through her like a hurricane, overwhelming and over entrenching. “more.” she says, knowing that word is enough to push him to the point of no return. pushing them beyond containment because they will both lose control in the other. for they are two sides of the same coin of madness. and only they can complete one another now.

and rhaenyra is the key to unlocking everything unbidden in her brother, unleashing it all.

aegon’s lips are on hers before she can meet him halfway, kiss him first. and she understands he needs this, mayhaps, even more than she does. for in this moment, he’s a dragon starved, feasting, devouring on her flesh, his mouth inhaling her in like the sweetest aphrodisiac. her divine taste— a cure, unlike dreamwine or milk of the poppy, for all ailments he’s suffering. more potent and powerful, all consuming, all encompassing.

and so rhaenyra opens her mouth to him, lets him twist her tongue with his, in another dance of the dragons. aegon clutches the front of her chest with both hands now, tearing her gown downwards to release her heavy teats to his gluttonous, greedy gaze, groping the meat of her tender breasts in his hands.

“oh, fuck,” rhaenyra groans, unable to help the curse, the hiss, that escapes her throat, his fingers prodding and pulling on her pink peaked tips.

“rhaenyra,” her brother growls her name so brazenly, so beautifully. and every syllable reverberates down her spinal cord, through her veins, straight to her core. towards her cunt that is dripping and drenched, desperate to be full and filled, only by him.

“please,” rhaenyra closes her eyes, pleading against aegon’s lips unabashedly, her hands groping the front of her brother’s hardness unashamedly, trying to mold his cock into submission with her hand. “i need you, aegon. i need to be fucked, brother, to be full of you.” she squeezes his cock a little too harshly in her hand, biting down into his bottom lip, pricking and piercing the skin, drawing his blood with her teeth for the first time. the bittersweet coppery twang of it streams into her mouth, coating her mouth.

it makes them both ravenous, insatiable for one another.

“more.” aegon grinds his groin into the palm of her hand, digging his jagged nails into her nipples, begging rhaenyra for more of her pointed teeth upon him. begging for her to be the dagger, the sharp valyrian steel, that spills his blood. that only she has permission to. for his flesh, the fire in his blood, belongs to her solely now. and it feeds her volatility, the violence beneath her bones that rattles and resonates with both brother and sister.

she sucks on his bottom lip, soothing it with her tongue, before her hands unlace his breeches frantically, freeing his weeping cock, gripping its girth close in her fist. “fuck, rhaenyra.” aegon jerks up into her embrace, so she closes her fingers tighter around him, tongue dipping into the mark on his chin, before her mouth moves downwards, towards the underside of his jaw. his stubble scratches her smooth skin and it feels sumptuous along her forlorn flesh, long forsaken by the fevered flesh of another.

“tell me you need me, aegon,” she murmurs into the crook of his neck, his cock perfectly molded and shaped in her small enclosed hand; shielded and sheltered, held steady by her. “tell me you wantme.” her teeth graze over his throat and he swallows, breathing labored, nostrils flared, eyes closed, heart beating erratically, unevenly. her younger brother, lost to every sensation, every sensuous and serpentine slithering of her inexorably entrenching herself into his very soul and spirit. the elder sister taking root in his body, in the very veins, bones, and muscles that twist and tangle her in their intricacy.

a queen capturing and conquering the king, caged within her motherly wings, her pointed claws, her maw clutching onto him forever. and so rhaenyra bites her dragon again, but harder, harsher, vulgarly gnawing on his wounded skin, his blood flowing into her, flooding her mouth. a primal roar emits low in her throat, and she clings to his jugular, wanting to drain him of every drop.

“fuck!” aegon yelps, whining, and rhaenyra yanks his head backwards by his hair, running her fist along his manhood, demanding his compliance, commanding his body, his bones to bend, to sway and swing towards her like the branches and limbs of a tree. but not to break him because she needs him whole, sturdy and standing, rooted to her, not rotting from the inside out.

but first she must have his seed, milk it from his lithe body, have it take root deep inside the rot, bringing forth new life; a rebirth.

rhaenyra reluctantly relinquishes her damning hold on him, and aegon whimpers, her hold forever intertwined, interwoven into every crevice and crack, mending, sewing him back together with the scarlet string that links them together, unbent, unbroken.

“brother, sit,” she says hotly, his blood thick and red like pomegranate juice upon her plush lips, pushing him backwards into their father’s seat, with fiery fervor, but not rage, nor hate. running and raking her nails, her gaze, along her brother’s handsome body, she eyes his cock, standing proudly, flushed an angry shade of crimson, weeping, straining, matching the blood staining his neck, his pale chest, his now rosy cheeks.

and then rhaenyra’s eyes are on his wide, hungry eyes, seeing the beginning of hope, the flowering of spring; lilac staring into deep violet, blooming under a new rising sun.

she keeps her orbs locked with aegon’s, mesmerizing him, memorizing every fleck of gold that shines brighter in them when she reveals more of her hidden skin to him, tearing the black gown from her curves wholly.

he stares up at her in awe, mouth agape, the sunlight filtering through, haloing her silver hair, encircling her in a golden crown of the most glorious sun rays. a crown to echo the one rhaenyra lost everything for. lost everything to gain this. for she is his now. his savior. his sister. his goddess, his queen, with his fire and blood dripping deliciously from her mouth.

she steps closer towards his shadow, letting the sun touch it, bathe her brother in its luminous light, letting it blind him and bind him to her.

“kiss me,” rhaenyra demands and aegon is ferocious, feral, pulling her towards him, sealing his lips to hers, licking up the blood she extracted from him so exquisitely, so effortlessly.

“nyra,” he growls, gutturally, his teeth gnawing onto her own lip, desperately trying to puncture it with as much perseverance, persistent on gorging and getting drunk off of her sweetness and blood.

“yes, aegon. yes.” rhaenyra extols, giving him permission, and so aegon does, rupturing through his sister’s pink flesh with his teeth lecherously, extracting her blood, tasting it alongside his.

“brother, my sweet brother.” she praises, both exchanging breaths, sharing the air in their lungs, the blood of one another, with each other. and rhaenyra descends herself downward, sinking her supple, slick cunt onto her brother’s stiff manhood, engulfing and suffocating him with her heat.

“sister!” he cries, his head falling back against the cushion, her voluptuous plump body beginning to bounce against his, contouring against his leaner one.

“oh, gods,” rhaenyra moans, biting her bloodied lip raw, beginning to ride him viciously and wickedly, his cock penetrating her deeply.

she watches aegon, with his eyes closed tightly, fists clenched around the arms of their father’s chair. a chair that their father as king occupied daily, commanding the realm, serving his realm, while rhaenyra kept quiet, bit her tongue, and served her king and his men.

and now she rides his son—another king upon it. while each submits their body in servitude towards one another, a slave to each other’s insatiable pleasure.

rhaenyra’s peak is nigh, crescendoing inside her like the waves of a volatile sea, rising inside her, the higher the sun sets on the horizon, illuminating both dragons in its golden light.

“finish inside me,” rhaenyra orders, thrusting and rotating her hips into his, hearing him hiss before he latches onto her throat in the exact place she marked him; reclaiming what should have been his since the moment he was born. what should have been hers as much as the realm, the crown, and the throne.

“give me your seed.” she groans, feeling aegon’s hot searing tongue upon her tender and torn throat, licking her wounds. before the waves of pleasure crash inside her, drowning her in a mixture of salt and sea, as tears stream down her face. “give me your son, aegon.”

this time aegon kisses her softly, with yearning, but hungrily, the curve of his lips sculpted by the gods, shaped to fit against hers faultlessly, immaculately. rhaenyra tastes the iron, the bitterness of her blood, interlaced with the sweetness of him—her brother.

the burning beneath his flesh, his very soul that scorches her, burns brighter and more incandescent than any star or sun. and she’s his silver moon mirroring that luminosity, brilliantly lighting the way towards both of their salvation.

for targaryens were always meant to burn together—one body, one soul, one heart, one spirit.

she cups aegon’s face in her hands, thrusting her body languidly, longingly, not wanting him to ever leave her.

“i love you, brother.” rhaenyra confesses against her brother’s lips, telling him those three words for the first time, for she means every single word. and the storm breaks, lightning cracking, catapulting both siblings towards the highest and thunderous peak of their lives.

“sister!” aegon’s piercing cry rings out, as the sun sets and shadows engulf them, but they are together this time, tangled and tethered, closer than ever, eclipsing one another. he holds tight to her, hugging her to him, his mouth latching onto her breast, clinging to every piece of her he can clutch.

rhaenyra’s velvet and vice tight cunt selfishly milks his cock, every drop into the warmth of her womb, welcoming him, her king. and aegon selflessly offers himself up, willingly, worshiping his own goddess, his queen.

and as king and queen, brother and sister, they shall begin anew, as husband and wife.

—

"don't worry, my son. just because your sister is older, doesn't mean you matter any less." aegon laughed, his smile lighting his face up is the most exquisitely, ethereal way.

"valarr." he let his son's name roll of his lips as venerated as a prayer, cupping their babe's silver haired head in his hands with such tenderness, it made rhaenyra's heart swell. "

"a fine name for a prince. one of valor, if i must say, my husband." rhaenyra teases, lightly trailing her fingers over the inside of aegon's wrist, affectionately, causing goose pimples to rise along his flesh.

"yes, wife," aegon breathes deeply, eyeing their other silver haired babe at her breast, nursing contentedly, nearly asleep. “a brave brother for his older sister.”

rhaenyra laughs, rolling her eyes, “only by a mere minute, aegon.”

“and they shall be closer than we ever we’re growing up..thank the gods.” aegon places valarr in the cradle next to their bed, then takes their sleeping daughter away from rhaenyra’s breast, placing her next to her twin.

”viserra,” he presses his lips to her forehead, “my sweet viserra. every bit her mother’s daughter.” aegon chants, sighing against her skin, his violet eyes catching rhaenyra’s.

and his beautiful gaze is full of light, of hope, of love.

rhaenyra tries to speak, tries to say her brother’s name, but her throat is thick with emotion, so she extends her hand to him, beckoning him towards her.

and he holds it, intertwining and interlacing their fingers together, gripping her tightly.

”i love you, rhaenyra,” he confesses for the first time out loud, for her to hear, with his own lips. and it’s the most holy words he’s ever said, that she’s ever heard; the sweetest and heavenliest honeyed wine dripping from his tongue.

she pulls him towards her, kissing him to reassure that’s she knows, has always known—luring her sun to her with her moonlight that seeps into every crack and crevice of his soul, healing every wound, sealing every internal cut, a soothing balm for each scar.

“i know, brother.” she cups his face and tears fall freely down her face and rhaenyra welcomes them, for they are ones of happiness, of the utmost joy.

“sister,” her brother groans into her mouth, glancing down towards her chest, where her rosy tips are leaking onto the her husband’s naked chest. rhaenyra sighs when he cups her swollen teats in his hands, molding his hands with their shape, before he’s moving his lips once more.

“please, mother.” he seeks her permission and rhaenyra relents graciously yanking aegon by the roots of his hair and pushing her dripping, hardened nipples into his waiting mouth.

”yesss, my sweet brother,” she hisses, his mouth moaning, latching hungrily, drinking, needing to desperately drown his lungs in her mother’s milk, just as he has with her blood—their blood.

his fingers snake between her sore cunt, finding the hidden aching pearl that brings the most exquisite pleasure. for his mouth and fingers know her body, how to expertly draw out her peak in mere moments. and aegon does it hastily, afraid he’ll lose her forever. and so she climaxes fast, hearing him suck her teats fiercely, his fingers furiously dragging another peak from her body.

”no more, please. she begs quietly, trying not to wake the twins, before he does it once more, determined to ruin her extravagantly. and this time rhaenyra bites her lip to keep from moaning her brother’s name aloud. she’s eager for him wholly, wanting him to fill her womb once more, but she knows she must wait, be patient. but nonetheless her body trembles effortlessly, exhaustively, her cunt soaks his fingers and he drains her of her milk, before he finally finishes.

“gods, wife. i will never tire of your sweetness.” aegon collapses next to her, panting and breathless, licking his lips and rhaenyra seals her lips to his, stealing the sweetness from his tongue, wanting to share in the nourishment that feeds their babes.

”well, husband,” rhaenyra yawns, nestling her backside into her brother’s very hard and leaking cock, rubbing her ass against it. “i am exhausted and must sleep.”

”rhaenyra!” aegon hisses, feeling his wife’s hand reach around and encircle around his girth, gripping it tightly.

“goodnight, brother.” rhaenyra squeezes his head, petting it, patting it, then leaving him without her touch, teasing him. and aegon groans frustratedly, while she smirks knowingly.

because they both know she won’t leave him wanting long, waiting for her, not like she has in the past.

because as brother and sister they belong to one another, like a body belongs to a soul, connected by veins, arteries, a heart. and rhaenyra is the very heart of aegon. and her blood makes his heart beat, with fire, fervency.

free from the shackles of the bitterness, made whole by the blossoming sweetness; with the burning bond that’s unbreakable between them.

#rhaegon #rhaenyra targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fic #hotd au #rhaenyra x aegon #my writing

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bleak horizons iii.

summary *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ opening up it's not easy, isn't it?

warnings *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ depression, self-harm mention, and disordered eating (not explicitly mentioned but you can clearly see it's there)

author notes *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ helloooo welcome to part 3!!!!!! i think this might be the last part (if u have an idea on how this can continue feel free to tell me. u can send a request or just leave the idea in the comments). also just saying, this stuff is based on MY issues and experiences with mental health, so this might not be truthful to everyone. my insta is @/starsfinder_ if anyone wants to vent or just talk :))

remember you're not alone if you're going through a shitty moment, trust me!! ik everyone says to ask for help, and even if that's soo fucking true i know some people are not listened (even if that's literally a fucking RIGHT). so, as i said, you can dm me <33 take care of yourselves pleaseee. can't stress enough how much i want y'all to know you're not alone. hi. hello. i care!!!!!!!! and i'm here!!!!!! so please listen to me when i say everything's going to be alright :)) i love youuuuuu

also, sorry for any mistakes. i'm sooo tired rn lmao

pt1 — pt2 — pt3

I told you a lie, désolé, mon amour

I'm trying my best, don't know what's in store

The next week, I stepped out of therapy crying. I got into the car, slamming the door.

“Hey,” Ellie says softly, looking at me with her hands resting on the wheel, her gaze full of worry. “You okay?”

“Drive.”

“But—”

“Just drive.”

“Okay.”

Ellie starts driving. I wipe my tears, feeling overwhelmed. My mother had called yesterday and made me feel like shit. I wasn't doing my best at school. Ellie and I hadn't gone out since Christmas. So basically, everything was shit. I've also had urges to relapse, and they're just not going away.

I cry. Ellie drives. This is okay. It's okay. Except that it's not, and I haven't told my therapist anything about myself yet. My mother hasn't spoken to me in weeks, and my father sent a cat video on WhatsApp this morning. And Ellie’s knuckles are turning white from how hard she’s gripping the wheel, which makes my heart ache because I know she cares. It makes me want to tell her everything, but the words are stuck in my throat, and I can't seem to get them out.

We arrive at the apartment a couple of minutes later. Ellie doesn’t immediately open the doors, and I've calmed down enough to answer when she asks, “Baby? Are you feeling okay?”

I nod, looking away. The people that I see walking around look sad.

“I’m fine.”

“It’s okay if you’re not, though,” she says. I stay quiet, doubting it. Ellie nudges me with her elbow, looking for an answer. “Hey.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I know.”

Ellie pats me on the thigh before getting out of the car. I get out, too. I don't bother eating dinner that night; I just go straight to bed and fall asleep.

The next few days felt monotonous. I've fallen back into my sadness, the type that isn't bitter but sweet. It doesn't make me want to relapse. It makes me want to stay in bed more hours than I'd like, takes my appetite away, and leaves me feeling nothing but numbness.

I wake up, go to work, study, attend uni, come home, and sleep. The cycle repeats and repeats, and I'm so, so very tired.

Today, I took the day off. I knew I was too tired to do anything, so I planned to rot in bed. Ellie knocks on the door, but I don't answer. I hear the door creak open and the light from the living room creeping in.

"Hey," Ellie says, her voice coming from behind me. "Mind if I lay next to you?"

"It's fine," I say with a hoarse voice. I feel the bed sink at my side, and then Ellie is behind me, wrapping her arm around my torso and nuzzling her face into my neck, leaving a kiss right there. I feel cozy and comfortable. I don't know if this will last. I hope it does because it's a feeling I've never experienced before—someone comforting me? That has never happened.

"Do you want to talk about what's going on?" she asks. I stay quiet. "I care about you. I'm worried."

I do want to talk about it, but at the same time, I don't.

"I'm fine."

"You always say that… You haven't gotten out of bed since you came from work, and the frozen lasagna you were going to make for yourself last weekend has been in the fridge since then." She stays quiet for a second, her fingertips caressing my arm. "You're not doing fine, baby."

Millions of thoughts go through my head. Thoughts I don't say. I don't want her to leave; I don't want her to see how I feel.

"I'm trying, though." It's easy to say since Ellie isn't looking at my face directly. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes. I blink them away; I blink, blink, and blink again. Fast.

Ellie stays quiet, her breath tickling my neck. She kisses the back of my head again, her hand holding mine. I hold it to my chest. "I know. But you don't have to be alone in this."

That hits me like a truck. I wasn't expecting to be held by her, let alone her saying I don't have to be alone. A tear falls from my eye, landing on the pillow. I sniff, and Ellie holds me tighter, not saying anything. She tucks a strand of hair behind my ear with her free hand and kisses my temple.

"I'm sorry," I say, in a moment of pathetic weakness. She hugs me even closer.

"Hey, no. Don't apologize. C'mon, turn around."

I let go of her hand, turning around. Her left hand cups my face and she kisses my cheek, then my forehead, and then she kisses the tears that fall on my cheeks. When she pulls away, she gives me a small smile, "You're going to be okay."

She doesn't want you. She's your friend; she doesn't want you. She will fall in love with you, not your brain nor your scars, and when she finds out about the way you think, she'll leave.

I wake up on Ellie's chest, it feels good to be comforted, I've found. Her phone is on the nightstand, so I just reach it and look at the time. It's eight o'clock. I've fallen asleep for two hours. I try to make myself more comfortable on her chest, attempting not to wake her, but my movements fail and she stirs.

"Hey," she says, her voice still laced with sleep. "What time is it?"

"It's still night," I say, closing my eyes. "We slept for two hours.'

"Feeling better?" I feel comfortable enough to shake my head. "Do you want to talk about it? I told you, I'm worried. And don't bullshit me with the whole 'I'm fine' shit, yeah?"

I stay quiet as her thumb caresses my back, "Did I tell you why I'm going to therapy?" Ellie shakes her head. "Well—back home I had some… issues. Mental health stuff related. I kept going back to depressive episodes. And one day I just asked for help from my mom, because I—I just couldn't stop self harming."

"Baby," Ellie says, hugging me tighter and kissing the top of my head. "What happened? Did your mother react well?"

"Yeah. Surprisingly. I got help. Got better. Sometimes it comes back, and I still get urges sometimes, but I can control it. It isn't as bad as it was before. But lately, it's just—yeah."

"You don't do that anymore, do you?" She asks, worried.

"No," I shake my head. "Not anymore."

"And what about the urges, do you still get them?" I nod, slowly. Ellie plays with my hair. "And therapy? Is it helping?"

"I haven't told her anything, yet. I—I don't know, I can't talk about it."

"What if I go to the next session? If you're okay with that, of course. If you still don't feel comfortable we can look for another therapist or another way to get you help."

I hide my face in her chest when she says the last word. I don't know why I've been refusing to get help. I don't know why I don't like that word. I sigh as Ellie stops playing with my hair and begins rubbing my back.

"I think—I think I would like it if you go with me."

"Okay. Okay, then. I'll go." The room falls to silence again for a few seconds. I feel ashamed for telling her. "I'm sorry you have to go through this… I wish I could do more."

"You're doing more than enough," I assure her. It's my time to hug her tighter. "You’re the first person I’ve talked to about this."

"Yeah?" She seems surprised. "I'm glad you talked to me. I'm here for you if you need anything—I mean it. You just have to tell me, I will listen… You could've told me sooner."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, don't apologize. I’m just saying, I'm here for you. I've been there for you, always. And… is there something I can do to help?"

"Just be there," I say. "That's enough."

"Mhm, I'll stay."

I think she wants you, a little voice in my head says. I think she loves you, and I don't think she'll ever leave.

Maybe I'll be okay, after all.

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daryl dixon.: love goes through the fire

Pairings: daryl dixon x fem! reader married!

Summary: after being kidnapped and tortured by Negan, the reader does everything she can to make Daryl feel better.

Warnings: angst! sad! graphic description of Glenn and Abraham's death! mention of torture! only depression from here on!

WC.: 3,9k

Author @xsolaresx

Notes: English is not my first language, so there may be some grammatical errors.

(gif is not mine, https://br.pinterest.com/pin/690106342925382015/)

The noise still bothered me every night. Whenever my eyes closed, even for just a second, the sound of the bat repeatedly hitting Abraham's skull and then Glenn's tormented me.

One hit after another, and at the end Negan's diabolical laughter.

I could still feel Glenn's blood dripping down to my knees, I was so close to him that after it was over I was covered in his blood and the scraps of skin that flew off. No matter how many baths I forced myself to take, that sticky feeling of fresh blood never left my skin. And sometimes I still found a patch of my skin with a crimson tinge impregnated in it.

My dark circles told anyone who saw me that I hadn't slept for days. I kept reliving the moment like an endless loop in my head. I still remember how that day began, that week, that month, how the whole situation ended the way it did.

Hilltop had enemies, and Alexandria needed food. One thing led to another.

First the massacre at the outpost, then the kidnapping of Carol and Maggie. Everyone had questions about whether it was the right thing to do, whether killing so many people was worth it, whether it was worth seeing another sunrise under so much blood.

But Carol felt more, the deaths she had caused were beyond counting on her hands. We all kill to survive, but she was molded in this world, she wasn't raised with Rick's hero instinct, or the strength that the trauma and torture that Daryl suffered at the hands of his father and brother did to him. It was too much for her, she couldn't look us in the eye anymore, so she ran away from everything and everyone.

There was no concrete reason for so many deaths, they were evil, weren't they? They killed people, and they die at the hands of our people. We did what had to be done. We saved a community from the so-called Saviors, but it couldn't have been that easy, there were more of them, there always would be.

Daryl had to see it first hand. Denise died in front of him by her crossbow. It made him furious, we saved Dwight in the burning bush, helped him and his wife only for him to do something terrible in the end. Daryl had shown them a way, but they couldn't believe that was salvation.

He had to go back there, he had to finish what he didn't finish. He thought it was his fault that Tara no longer had a girlfriend. If only I could have stopped him before...

Everything happened so fast, Maggie got sick, we had to get her to Hilltop. I thought I'd meet Daryl at night, in our room, I'd arrive and he'd be waiting for me, he'd apologize for leaving unannounced, we'd talk and make things right, and then we'd sleep together and have a new day.

But that day never came.

They surrounded us on the road, left us with no way out and took us exactly where they wanted us. The frightening whistles were the prelude to something much worse to come. After that I only remember seeing Daryl shot and bleeding being dragged to the wheel, Abraham offering himself up and dying by the bat.

Little by little I saw the terror forming in Rick's eyes. In all the years I've been with him leading this group, this was the first time I'd seen the elder Grimes lost, with no way out and praying that this madman wouldn't take someone else from our family.

But Dixon got angry, he tried to get to Negan. And the next thing I knew, the bat with the barbed wire was next to my face. Daryl screamed so much, screamed, cried.

"It's all right, my love. I love you, it wasn't your fault” I could only look at him, knowing that he would be the last thing I saw before I left calmed me down.

Negan started smiling and swinging his baseball bat between the two of us. "What the fuck! Let's see what we've got here, guys."

“P-please... no-no”

“You'd better shut the fuck up, Rick! Or your dear son's next.” Negan shouted when Grimes tried to intervene, he knew that if I died Daryl would never be the same. "So you're a couple? Dwight's best friend has a wife? hohoho this just gets more interesting!"

“If you lay a finger on her I'll kill you, you bastard!” Daryl wasn't the type to take a beating quietly, even though he was losing blood and had a gun to his head he was going to try and fight back.

“Ah, but I'll remember that very well, dear Daryl... You know what... I'm tired of all this, why don't we just get it over with, huh?” The next thing I saw was blood gushing everywhere. One second I had Glenn, my best friend, the person who had saved me in so many ways by my side, and the next I had a lifeless body.

Daryl was taken away that night, as a guarantee that we would stay on the line. And only God knows what happened to him during those days.

I couldn't bear to see him so bruised and dirty the first time the Saviors came to Alexandria. That wasn't my Daryl anymore, he looked so fragile, wounded, defeated. He was no longer the survivor who could take it all.

“No! He's my servant now, you don't talk to him, you don't look at him, and I don't make you cut off any part of his body.” Negan shouted when Rick tried to talk to Dixon. “And that goes for everyone, even his wife, understand?” I couldn't walk away, I needed to hug Daryl, tell him that everything was going to be okay and that I was there, but I couldn't risk someone else in our family, so I just turned and walked to our house, mine and Daryl's, unable to hold back the tears any longer. The last thing I heard was Negan's shrill laughter. “That one knows how to take orders, Rick!”

A few days had passed since then, we hadn't heard from Daryl, Maggie was hiding in Hilltop, which was under threat from the Saviors. Rick went out every day in search of supplies for the Saviors, and I... couldn't leave the house. I couldn't leave the room, the bed where I could still smell Daryl.

Frantic knocks started at my door, and when I opened it, I saw Gabriel. "He's back, Y/N. He hasn't done anything yet, but he's back with Carl, they're at Rick's now and he's not back from his run with Aaron yet. I-I don't, we don't know what to do, Judith is there with them and..."

"Gabriel, breathe. It's okay.” I held the priest by the shoulders, trying to calm him down. Everyone was lost, scared. “Tell everyone to stay in their homes, they mustn't have come for anything else, so don't provoke them, okay?”

“But Judith... I... I promised Rick I'd look after her...”

“I'll go, okay?” I grabbed my sweater and left the house in the direction of Rick's. If Carl is back with Negan, it means that the boy went after him planning some revenge. He's so young, but he harbors so much anger, he's lost so much to this world.

“Hold it right there, cutie,” one of Negan's henchmen stopped me on the front steps of the house.

“I want to talk to him.”

“You can let her through, let's hear what the wife has to say” I stared at the man until he got out of my way. I was angry, the way he called me 'wife' only reminded me that every day Daryl was in prison, being tortured by him. “Hello, my dear, to what do I owe your presence in my humble abode?” Negan was sitting on the balcony with Judith on his lap asleep, Carl was next to him without the bandage on his eye with a sad and angry expression. I completely ignored the killer and turned to the boy.

“Are you all right, Carl?”

“Yeah. I'm fine, he didn't do anything,” he replied, lowering his head. I turned to Negan, who didn't look the least bit happy at being ignored.

“I want to see him.”

“You're going to have to be more specific, sweetheart.”

"I want to see my husband, see if he's alive. You can search me, I don't have any weapons after you took them all. Take me with you to him." A devilish smile appeared on his face.

“You know, I can see that you don't look so good after I took your man, but I don't know if I was very clear when I said that he's now my servant, maybe you won't like what you see, your husband isn't the most sociable.”

"I know he's not, but I've seen worse. I need to see him alive, it's okay if he's dirty."

"Ah girl, you're a tough nut to crack. But I understand, I can't go too many days without seeing my wives, Carl here has met some of them and he can tell you how hot they are! Tell you what, I'll talk to Rick, we'll settle up and if I'm still in a good mood you can come with me."

“Thanks”

“Oh how I like that word, thank you.” Then Spencer arrived, started his plan to take Rick out and ended up dying. Eugene was going to be taken away for making the bullet.

“You're gonna take me, right?” I shouted as Negan neared the gate, about to leave.

"Y/N... what? No." Rick tried to approach but I moved away, I needed to see Daryl.

“I almost forgot the wife, search her, you're coming with me in the truck”

I kept quiet the whole way, blindfolded, the truck had three seats, the driver was some kind of savior who kept quiet and Negan made me stay in the middle of them in case I decided to jump out during the journey.

“I told them to give your husband a bath, you know, to make him look more presentable, but no intimate visits, I don't want him to get too comfortable with all this” Negan said when we stopped in front of a room. “I also took him out of his cell, that's no place for a lady like you, my love”. When the door opened I saw Daryl in the corner of the room, a little cleaner, but cowering in the dark with an angry look on his face, but when he saw me he turned away from the wall in anguish. Dwight was in the other corner, standing guard. “I thought you guys would be more comfortable with an acquaintance on guard.”

“Not the best, but thanks,” I said between my teeth, looking at Dwight, who couldn't take his eyes off Daryl.

"What the fuck, baby! If you thank me one more time I won't be able to let you go, you've become my favorite." Then he left, closing the door. I ran over to Dixon, throwing myself into his arms, but he didn't return the hug, still focused on the other man in the room.

"No, no, please, look at me, darling. Don't focus on him, focus on me, please.” I ran my hands over his face and turned him towards me, tears starting to well up in my eyes when I saw the bandage on his shoulder where he had been shot. “I missed you so much, are you okay?”

“I don't think he's going to say much, he probably doesn't even remember how he does it, does he Daryl?”

"Shut the fuck up Dwight! If you don't I'll come over there and smash your face in” I turned to him who just laughed weakly and left the room.

“You have to get out of here, you can't stay, I can't protect you... them... them” his voice was broken, as if he hadn't spoken for days.

“Shiii, it's okay, I just came to see you, he's taking me back, we made a deal... What did they do to you, darling?”

“It was my fault”

"What? No, it wasn't, everything's fine at home, everyone's fine” He pulled my hand away from his face, moving away from me.

“It was my fault, Glenn, then Maggie, she died because of me”

“My goodness, no” I moved closer to him so that no one would hear. "Maggie's fine, the baby's fine, we did it so he wouldn't get suspicious. Everyone's fine” Daryl pulled me into a long-suffering kiss and began to cry, grabbing me in a hug, I sat on the floor with him still clinging to me. Dixon looked so broken, he wasn't the same strong guy who did everything for Rick. We stayed like that for a few hours, I ran my fingers through his hair to calm him down, he didn't sleep, he was on the lookout for any threat, but he closed his eyes, enjoying the affection. Until our bubble burst when someone opened the door. Daryl got up at a speed I didn't think he could manage, weakened like that, and promptly stood in front of me, protecting me from whoever came in.

"Visiting hours are over, honey. I hope you didn't take your clothes off after Dwight left." Negan entered the room with a smug smile, covering his eyes with his bat.

“I'm very well dressed, much to your displeasure,” I said, getting up and standing next to Daryl, who promptly grabbed my hand. "I have to get back, but nobody's forgotten you here, okay? We'll get you out of this, sweetheart."

“I wouldn't be so sure, but now Laura will take you back, and I hope your puppy behaves better after the visit.” Negan left and a blonde woman came in, waving us out.

I hugged Daryl one last time, kissing his forehead and left the room.

The days passed more melancholy and with preparations for the war against the Saviors approaching. Rick got help from the people at the Dump. We were on our way to Hilltop to talk to Maggie and get her support.

But when the gates opened, my vision blurred with tears... Daryl was there, a little shy, but waiting for us halfway.

I threw my backpack on the floor and ran as fast as I could to him, his arms already open waiting for me, and he kissed me with such urgency that I lost my breath. We stayed like that for a few minutes, crying and hugging, until Rick approached us in silence, his smile unmistakable.

I broke away from Dixon, making room for Rick and the others to hug him. Joyful laughter with tears coming out of me.

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“We can't try anything without Hilltop's weapons, we have a lot of personnel, but it's still too little, and we're vulnerable that way.” Maggie said after we left Gregory's room, the asshole would rather spend his whole life under threat than fight back.

“She's right, but maybe I know someone who'd be interested in helping... they call themselves The Kingdom.” Jesus intervenes, from the corner of the room, where we're hugging, Daryl squeezes my hand with an air of hope and I can't help but smile at him with confidence too.

“Do you think they'd be allies in the war?” Rick asks, shifting in his seat. The situation isn't the best, I realize that now. I was so numb from missing Daryl that I didn't focus on protecting the community, and Rick had to handle it alone.

“They also suffer threats from the Saviors, but the community doesn't know about it, only the leader and people they trust.”

“He doesn't want to create panic or riots for no reason,” I say and everyone agrees. “So, what are we waiting for?” With a nod from Rick, everyone leaves the mansion and heads for their cars. The whole time Daryl didn't let go of my hand and I didn't make a point of complaining, he wasn't one to show much affection in the midst of so many people, but after everything that happened to him, I understand.

The Kingdom was very large, with many warriors training and many families, protected and happy. I squeeze Dixon's hand tighter when I see a couple with a newborn baby surrounded by elderly women. He stares at the couple and lowers his head.

When we enter the auditorium, the first thing that catches our eye is the huge tigress sitting next to a guy on a kind of throne. Rick shies away from approaching her, but they talk normally. Until Morgan appears, and Daryl asks me quietly where Carol is. “It's a delicate subject, but if Morgan's here she must be all right, you know she's tough.” He nods, even though his curiosity isn't quenched, he knows it's not time.

The King didn't accept our proposal, but gave Daryl the freedom to take refuge in the Kingdom for as long as he needed.

“We need to go Y/N, they can go into Alexandria after Daryl.” Rick appeared next to us as I was saying goodbye to Dixon, I nodded and he walked away.

“It's temporary, when this is over you're not leaving my side anymore, okay?” I held Daryl's cheeks and he bowed his head sadly.

“I want to go with you, I want to help put an end to this”

"You'll help, my love. Staying here, safe. Maybe you can convince the King, we need him."

“You know I'm not that diplomatic”

“Let's look at this situation as an opportunity, what do you think?” I smile to break the mood, Daryl gives a sad smile. “I'll never leave you, my love” I say more seriously so that he feels the truth, these days away from him were the worst and I don't want it to happen again.

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“Look, look, look, Rick Grimes has come to greet me on my doorstep!” Negan and his henchmen arrived shortly after we got back from the Kingdom, someone up there is surely on our side. "I love seeing your abandoned dog face, Rick, but today my business is with your little friend's wife. Why don't you bring her to me?"

Rick nods begrudgingly, turns and starts walking towards the main house where we were all gathered, waiting for some sign of Grimes.

“He wants to talk to you.” Rick approaches and says quietly. “Be careful, he's unpredictable.”

"That's all right, Rick. I'll put him in his place, I've had enough of this.” I walk away quickly, anger overflowing just knowing that because of him my Daryl is shaken.

“Y/N, no, wait.” Rick tries to stop me, but it's too late, I'm striding hard towards Negan.

“I hear you want to talk to me.” That maniac's smile only gets wider when he sees me.

"Oh, hello, darling. How are you? Miss your husband?"

“You've got to be kidding... of course I miss him, if you don't remember you took him away from me and I'm very possessive of what's mine,” I say through my teeth. If he thinks I'm going to be compassionate and keep my mouth shut, he's mistaken.

"Wow, that's what I like about you, darling. You're tough as nails,” he says with a mischievous laugh. "The problem is that your husband was very moved by your visit, you know? And he must have thought it was a loophole for an escape."

“Wait, what?” I say exasperated, I've always loved acting. “You mean you've lost my husband?”

“I thought you could help me find him.”

“You're unbelievable...” I whisper indignantly. “If you think he's here you can look, have your goons search every house, every manhole or cupboard in this place.”

“You're always a refreshment to me, darling, you always know what I want.” I roll my eyes as he sends his men to search Alexandria.

As expected, they find nothing and leave, promising to return next week to collect supplies.

“I have to go, Rick,” I warn Grimes. To avoid the risk of them following me, I waited a few hours after they left, and night came. I need to see Daryl, he won't stay another night thinking we've abandoned him. He gets up from the rocking chair on the porch of his house with Judith on his lap and approaches.

“Okay, but be careful, make sure no one's following you.” Rick hugs me in his fatherly way. We were always close like brothers, after I lost everything Rick was there as a leader for everyone. “And send him a hug, tell him we miss him.”

“I will.” I say goodbye to him and kiss the head of a sleepy Judith, who gives me a smile. I grab a car and head out through the cellars of Alexandria, towards the Kingdom, towards Daryl.

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“She's magnificent” Daryl was standing next to Shiva's cage when I arrived at the Kingdom. Quiet and shrunken, just stroking the snout of the tigress who melted at his touch.

“She is.” he confirms with a frown. I moved closer until I could see tears forming in his eyes. I quickly bent down, sat next to him and hugged him tightly, which he reciprocated.

"It's all right now, my love. I'm here, you're not going to stay away from me any longer.” I tried to calm his crying, which was only getting more intense. I've never seen Daryl so broken, he seemed to be accumulating all the suffering, the pain, waiting to fall apart on me. He would never do that to anyone else.

“I got scared.” Daryl says after he calms down. “I was afraid of losing you too, losing our family.”

“You're not going to lose me, ever.”

“But what if it does?” Daryl lifts his head with a more serious look. "When they tortured me, all I could think about was you, that you'd be alone out here, unprotected. They could do anything to you to make me accept the fact that I was nothing in that place. And I felt like nothing."

“No, no, no.” I pull Daryl's face so that he pays close attention to me. “You're not going to lose me, you know why? Because your wife is strong, she'll go through hell to pull you out of the fire and when I can't do it anymore I'll have our whole family helping me, because I love you, Daryl, we love you. That's what love does, it turns us into fighters, people who would do anything for the one they love. I love you, Daryl.” Tears flowed non-stop from my eyes and Daryl's.

“I love you, Y/N” His lips met mine fervently, it was a needy kiss, as if he had been thirsty for days and I was his oasis in the desert. I gave myself completely to him, wanting more and more all the time.

We were too wrapped up in our bubble, completely forgetting that Shiva was still in the cage next door, and an imposing roar from her broke us out of this bubble of lust.

“I don't think she likes not being the center of attention,” we laughed when we noticed the tigress's angry face at being left out.

“She'll have to accept it, because now my only attention is on my wife.”

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medusapelagia · 3 days

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Seeds of Dreams, Seeds of Truth 4\11

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Magic, Regent Prince/King Steve Harrington, Knight Eddie Munson, Prison, Sick Steve Harrington, Vomiting, Attempted Murder, Poisoning, Double povs, Panic Attacks, Magic,

Read it here or on AO3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, l Part 5, (soon Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11)

WC: 2023

When Steve comes back to his senses the first thing he notices is the smell, the familiar mix of sweat and metal that always follows Eddie around.

“Ed?” he calls, confused and not daring to open his eyes after all those awful dreams that he had, but a warm hand closes around his hand.

“Hi, Stevie.” The familiar voice replies and finally Steve finds the courage to open his eyes and meet the big dark pools he loves so much.

The Regent Prince lifts an arm, caressing Eddie’s face, doubtful. “Is this… is this real?” he whispers, not daring to hope that he is finally free: there are no prison bars, no little sky square to look at, no moldy blankets or cold floor. He is lying in a bed, maybe not as comfortable as his royal one but still way better than the cold stones he slept on in the last few nights.

“This is real. I’m real, Steve.” The knight replies with a sad smile, kissing his knuckles, and Steve feels a pain in his soul seeing how sad his lover is. He tries to lift himself, failing miserably, and needs Eddie’s help to sit up in the bed.

“Are you ok? What happened after the coronation? Are you hurt? And the others? Where are they? Gareth? Have you seen Gareth? And those in the castle? Are they safe? I saw Joyce once and she told me that people were disappearing!” Steve shoots one question after another without even taking a breath. His heart beats so fast with worry that it feels like it’s going to jump out of his chest. Eddie puts a hand on his shoulder, with a little pressure to ground him while he keeps talking to him in a soothing voice, trying to calm him down.

“I’m fine. Gar is fine. We are ok. Just try to take a deep breath. For me. Come on… Just one… Close your eyes and follow my voice.” Eddie insists, and Steve closes his eyes, letting the voice of his lover guide him. “Deep breath in… and out. Again. In… and out.”

Slowly, one breath at a time, Steve regains his composure. “I’m sorry…” he whispers, lowering his eyes, but Eddie lifts his chin.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. You are worried for your people, and that’s exactly what great kings do. I'm so proud of you, Steve. You handled a horrible situation so well. Thanks to you no one was injured during the coronation, I promise. We stayed back, as you ordered, even if it broke my heart let them take you away from me.” Eddie confesses, brushing away some hair from Steve’s face. “I would like to ask you to promise me you’ll never give me an order like that again in your life, but I know it’s not something I can ask from you.” He says, but when Steve lowers his eyes Eddie pinches his chin and makes him stare into his eyes. “You are a great king and you care about your people and I respect you for that.”

Steve tries to turn away from Eddie but his tight grip doesn’t let him go, and when their eyes meet again he finally confesses, “I’m sorry that I ordered you to stay back, but I don’t want to imagine what would have happened if I wouldn’t have given you that order…”

Eddie nods in silence; if Steve hadn’t ordered his guard to stay back, the Sacred House’s floor would have been tainted with blood and it would have been the beginning of a civil war. Neither of them would want that for their people.

Steve coughs and Eddie is quick to offer him some water. When he regains his breath the prince turns toward his personal guard. “How did you make me escape?”

Eddie smirks. “You know me, Stevie, I have my ways. It wasn’t hard to blend in with the other guards and let myself in, I know the castle better than anyone. We have spent years playing hide and seek, finding secret passages, and running from one side of the castle to the other unnoticed. It was good training.” Eddie replies with a wink, helping Steve to lie back. “Joyce helped us. She put some sleeping drug in the guards’ rations and we got in and out. A piece of cake.” Eddie winks, but somehow Steve doubts that it was so easy.

“My father will be furious; you know his temper. We have to get back before something awful happens.” Steve begs, but Eddie shakes his head.

“It’s not him you have to worry about, Steve, but you !” Eddie replies, looking concerned. “When I saw you in the dungeons for a moment I thought… I thought… Fuck! I’m sorry, Steve! I’m so sorry I didn’t come to get you as soon as they took you away. Please forgive me.” He begs, holding Steve’s hand and kissing his knuckles.

Steve shakes his head, softly, “There is nothing to forgive. I trust you with my life and you have nothing to be sorry about. I just wished you didn't have to risk your life to save mine.”

“You are our rightful king, my life and my soul belong to you.” Eddie declares, lowering his face and kissing Steve's lips. It’s just a peck, sweet and soft, but it’s all Steve needed.

“Where are we?” he asks, turning around to look at the little room that has nothing to do with his castle.

Eddie scratches his head in embarrassment, “Do you remember the stories… those about the mages that live at the end of the woods? Well, they aren’t stories at all. There is a little house at the end of the woods that is protected by many enchantments, only those in need might find it. And… Well. We were in need. So here we are.” He explains quickly, lifting his hands.

“What? How?” Steve blinks a few times, trying to clear his mind. “Are you telling me… are you telling me that stories are real? That there are mages here?”

Steve’s nanny has told him many stories about mages, enchantments and dark forces, and how his predecessor fought bravely and freed the kingdom, but that’s all the were: stories.

Eddie nods seriously. “There are and they saved your life.” He explains, “Your father was poisoning you. If we would have waited another day to rescue you… well, let’s say that I don’t think that there would have been anything to rescue.” Eddie replies harshly, biting his cheek.

“That’s not possible.” Steve protests, “My father is a stern man, but he is not cruel. I’m sure he was just holding me in prison before a regular trial.”

“Steve, he put you in a cell without even talking to you. Do you really think he was going to give you a fair trial?.”

Steve lowers his eyes. He knows that Eddie is right but he can’t believe that his own father tried to kill him. “Why would he? I’m his only son.”

“You are, but you ruled for the last three years and there are people ready to fight for you. I think that killing you was the easiest way to … to…”

“To get rid of you.” A tall blond woman says.

Steve turns his head toward the tall woman: she’s dressed in black and has numerous crystals around her neck, but what betrays her origins are her eyes: they are as green as the spring grass, with little golden flakes that shine in an unhuman way even in the dim light. He has never seen a mage in his life but if the stories are true, as they seem they are, mages have traces of old blood in their veins.

Steve is still staring at the mage when a cute little blond girl, holding a tray with a bowl of hot soup, comes into the room. She has the same golden flakes in her blue eyes, and her ears are softly pointed on the top.

“You are awake. That’s good news.” She says smiling brightly, her eyes so blue that Steve could swear that he hears seagulls when he looks her in the eye.

“Who are you?” Steve asks, surprised.

“That’s no one of your business,” the tall woman replies abruptly, and when Steve turns his head he sees that she is standing right in front of him.

“Those are the mages that saved your life.” Eddie explains, “But they are very jealous of their privacy. They gave us shelter but won’t tell us their names.”

“There is power in names, a power that your people forgot. You gave them away too quickly.” The woman says, “But if you want a word in common language to identify us, I’m Robin, and she is Chrissy.”

Eddie frowns. “I tried to get a name out of you for days and you never told me!” he complains, but the woman winks.

“You didn’t ask nicely.” She replies, ,moving closer to Steve, grabbing his chin with no gentleness, and staring into his eyes. “Uhm… your eyes look almost clear. Did he throw up again?” she asks Eddie, who shakes his head.

“No. He had some seizures during the night and sweated a lot like you said he would have, but no more black goo stuff.”

The woman nods, pleased. “Good. That’s good. You are stronger than you look, princeling.” She declares while Steve observes her, his confusion written in big letters on his face. “Open your mouth.” She orders, getting a vial with some green liquid that smells disgusting and Steve’s mouth remains stubbornly closed. “I’ll give you an easy choice: do you want to live? If the answer is yes, open your mouth.”

The taste is even worse than the smell, but the woman is quick to close Steve’s mouth with her hands and make him gulp down everything.

A couple of tears escape from Steve’s eyes, and at that moment the girl removes her hands. “That’s called Crocodile Tears , can you guess why?” she asks amused, then offers him some water, which Steve swallows to wash away the terrible taste from his mouth.

Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, holding it to his chest. “But he’ll be fine, right? You gave him the potion and…”

“Yes. He will survive.” She responds, taking her vials and disappearing again, while the cute blond girl remains in the room.

Steve’s head turns to follow the jingling of the numerous crystals and almost doesn’t notice that the other girl is still in the room.

“Don’t judge her too harshly.” She says in a whisper. “She lost her family during the purge.”

Steve frowns, confused, “The purge was ages ago.”

“I know. But some of us are blessed with a long life. If you can call it a blessing. Someone would call it a curse.” The girl murmurs, almost to herself, but when she turns toward Steve she is gleaming, “I’m glad you are feeling better, your Majesty.” She says, making a little bow that would have had Steve’s father horrified by its sloppiness, but that in Steve’s eyes looks so sweet.

“Thank you for saving my life.”

She chuckles, hiding her beautiful smile behind her hands, “It was an honor.”

Steve turns toward Eddie, looking for answers, but his personal guard seems as puzzled as he is.

“Eat as much as you can,” she points at the tray, “you’ll need your strength back.” She says, before leaving the room.

Eddie helps him eat the soup, feeding him spoon after spoon like he was a baby. Steve tries to complain, but from the way Eddie’s hands shake while holding the spoon he understands that Eddie needs this more than him. So he relaxes and lets Eddie feed him, until his eyes start to close again.

“No more?” Eddie asks, taking away the bowl.

“Sorry…” Steve whispers in a drowsy voice.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Eddie replies, tucking the blankets in around him and kissing his forehead. “Don’t worry your pretty head. All you need to do is rest.”

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