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@deadbingoclub - weak - drunk
Ship: Daeron Targaryen x Aerion Targaryen
Warnings: Drunkenness, mild sexual content, dry humping, crying, dragon dreams.
It was far from the first time Daeron had stumbled drunk into Aerion's chambers. Whenever he drank at home, it seemed to happen. His eyes were wild and wide, frantic in the dim light of the candles.
"What do you want?" Annoyance crept into Aerion's voice already.
He already knew the answer. He even knew how they'd get to it. It had become a pattern by now. Daeron would disturb his rest to force his way in. No answer would be offered. Instead, he would press into Aerion's bed, sobbing and clinging to him like a babe.
"I keep dreaming," Daeron choked out.
The disruption of their routine caught Aerion off guard, but Daeron was already approaching the bed before he could question it. He nearly tipped over trying to kick his shoes off. Aerion rolled his eyes, though he did nothing to stop Daeron from climbing into bed with him.
"You're always dreaming," Aerion murmured and Daeron curled close. "You waste what little the Gods gave you. You try to drink them away, it's pathetic."
Daeron let out an audible sob, burying his face into Aerion's shoulder. Aerion felt anger flare in his chest, hot and all-consuming. He couldn't believe someone related to him was this week. He had no idea why Daeron kept coming to him. He was far from gentle or comforting, yet he never stopped. Perhaps he was just drawn to the harshness Aerion provided, seeking some amount of pain he thought he deserved.
"They plague me," Daeron said and Aerion moved his arm to wrap it around him. "I don't wish for us to fight. I dream of a great beast dying at his feet. The knight, a dragon. He....Gods. Fallen and destroyed."
He rambled on and on, desperate and drunken. His voice and words grated on Aerion. His mouth and his pride still hurt after that oaf had struck him in front of everyone. And now, Daeron dared to imply they should simply let it go.
"You never wish to fight," Aerion scoffed. "The Gods should have made you a princess instead. Don't worry yourself, brother. We all know you won't be the one that dies."
A wet, joyless laugh escaped Daeron. Warm fingers curled into Aerion's clothing, holding so tightly it must hurt. His face pulled back only enough to look at Aerion. Fire flickered in Daeron's eyes, but it was all man-made. The light came only from the candles, nothing inside of Daeron burned.
His dreams made him a dragon and he was intent on drowning out that spark. Night after night, he fought against their blood. Coward.
"I don't wish for it to be you or father either," He told him, pushing his hair away from where it stuck to his face. "I'll withdraw my accusation if you do. Please, I can't."
"You likely just misunderstood it," He dismissed, scowling when Daeron pleaded with him. "Of course, you'd withdraw. You'll do what is needed of you for once."
"I suppose we'll see," Daeron murmured.
Of course. Aerion should've known Daeron wouldn't push this. Even though he claimed he was certain one of them would die, he didn't continue arguing. No fire, no bite, his hair darker than Aerion's own. He was hardly a dragon at all. Aerion's chest tightened at the thought that Daeron took more after their mother.
Daeron stared a him for a moment, his eyes unfocused. He knew what was coming, unsurprised when Daeron's lips met his own. Daeron was soft at first, but Aerion didn't let it remain that way. His teeth sank into Daeron's Lip, drawing a gasp from him. He was even weak like this, unable to handle the slightest thing without squirming or making some little noise.
He didn't stop Aerion, though. He never did. All he did was press closer to Aerion. His thighs parted to let one of Aerion's knees slip between them. His hips rocked against him almost immediately, each movement shaky and uneven. He barely kissed Aerion back, leaving him to do all the work.
"Can you even get hard like this?" Aerion asked him once he pulled away from the kiss, but he already knew the answer
The words didn't seem to register to Daeron. His hips continued humping Aerion's leg like an unruly hound. His breathing was labored, reeking of wine. His cock was mostly soft just as Aerion expected. He tended to get this way when he was too drunk, unable to even get entirely hard.
He never came from it and it confused Aerion on why he kept wishing to do this. He supposed he had to chalk this up to yet another thing he would never understand about Daeron. And something Aerion let happen for a reason unknown to even himself. By all rights, he shouldn't let Daeron join him. And he certainly shouldn't let Daeron debase both of them in this way.
He had never stopped Daeron, though. He tried not to think too deeply about why that was. His attention was given to the way Daeron rocked into him, his own cock threatening to harden. Luckily, it didn't. He didn't want things to go that far when Daeron was drunk, not wanting his brother's uncoordinated hands groping at him. It was better if things went like this.
There was only slight variation in how each time went. And this time around, the whole thing didn't last very long from start to finish. It didn't end with Daeron coming against him, it never did this way.
No, Daeron curled his arms around Aerion and buried his face into the space between his shoulder and collarbone. His hips continued to rock against him all the same, moving with no real urgency. His body shook with silent sobs. Aerion let his fingers find Daeron's hair, stroking through the greasy strands.
The thrusts slowed more and more as time crawled on, stopping altogether eventually. Aerion stayed where he was, holding Daeron. He told himself it was only because he didn't want to wake him up and start this mess all over again.
Sleep didn't find Aerion easily. He started off into the dying flame of the candle, thinking of the day ahead.
Summary: A struggling musician turns to making deals with a demon in exchange for success, but not everyone in his band wants to go through with it.
Words: 1,857
The decaying wood creaked beneath Julian's feet. For a brief moment, he worried it might collapse before he could finish what he came here to do. He ignored it in favor of focusing on the inside of the bridge. He wrote quicker, feeling as though he had less time to do this now. Each green letter was messy, the uneven surface of the wood making it difficult to write and the shaking of his hands didn't help.
He'd heard about this bridge more than once in passing. It was a small town and among people in the music scene, everyone was looking for their step up. People mentioned that anybody that got famous around here went out to the bridge to ask for it. It was said in mostly joking tones, but there was always a bit of hope tucked beneath it. He could tell some of them truly believed it.
He believed it. At this point, he had to. They'd gone through so much as a band, countless rehearsal sessions over the years and meaningless gig after meaningless gig. They'd taken whatever bar or cafe or other local business would have them. Never for any money, of course.
Even the audience didn't care about them. They just wanted to hear music and as many of them would come talk to them after they were done, nothing ever changed. Over the last year, they'd been losing money hand over fist. He'd stayed quiet until then. It was bad enough when their money was just stagnant, but when they started actually losing it, that was where he had to draw the line.
His band had acted like he was crazy when he started bringing up coming to the bridge. Grace had laughed at him and told him he shouldn't listen to them, that those were just urban legends people told themselves to feel better. Matt had called it a wishing well and only a waste of time. Drew had joined in when everyone else did, joking that Julian was trying to sell their souls.
They wouldn't be laughing when he did this for them, when they finally made a name for themselves. They'd all be thanking him. He smiled to himself as he finished the last word on the wall of the bridge. He'd ended it with a period, remembering everyone that had said he couldn't leave it vague. No question marks, there had to be a period.
He'd demanded the band be well-known, loved, successful. All the things the other musicians in town wished for when they saw a falling star or when they tossed a coin into a fountain. Except they were actually going to get it. They were going to be appreciated the way they always deserved.
It felt like hours ticked by after he finished the words. He wasn't sure what to do now or how to know if it worked. Nobody had stated how long it was supposed to take. Seconds went by, but his eyes stayed fixed on the words. It had to work, it would.
Then finally, the words began to glow as if there was a litany of lights beneath them. The glow nearly became overwhelming and he fought to keep staring at them. And then it was gone. The light faded out, yes, but the words also disappeared altogether.
His heart pounded in his chest, nearly hurting. It worked then, that had to be what it was. He laughed from deep in his chest. All at once, the world around him went black and his body hit the floor of the bridge hard.
In the days following him waking up, he had expected to feel out of it. He'd learned quickly that something had taken root inside of him. It told him how this would work now, quelled his worry about his band mates not being on board with this idea. They didn't have to agree necessarily, he just needed to be able to let this creature into them.
A lock of Matt's hair, a curl tucked beneath the rest that he wouldn't even notice. The lid from a cup Grace had drank from and thrown in the trash, purple lipstick smeared around the rim. Drew was the last and easily the most enjoyable for Julian.
The thing inside of his mind whispered at him that he could simply fuck Drew for what they needed. The only stipulation was that no condom could be used, there needed to be contact for this to work. That was the difficult part of it.
He'd slept with Drew more times than he could count, although it was nothing serious between them, and he always insisted a condom be used. He wasn't on any birth control and even though it pissed him off sometimes, it had never been a huge problem for Julian. Until now. He'd work it out.
As expected, Drew was easy enough to coax into his bed again. He groaned beneath Julian, kissing him with a desperation only he could manage. Already, he was wet where Julian was pressed between his thighs.
God, even sex was somehow better with his body being shared by this creature. He was hard against Drew's skin, leaking and easing the slide of their skin. Julian broke the kiss long enough for them both to breathe. His lips trailed down to his throat, resisting the urge to suck marks along the skin there.
The head of his cock caught against Drew's hole, not yet pushing in. He would be content to just rock into Drew like a teenager, the feeling perfect as it was. He felt like a different person with this new gift. But that would defeat the purpose of what he needed here.
Julian's fingers worked between them to line himself up against Drew's cunt, but hands pushed against his shoulders almost immediately. Julian thought about ignoring Drew. He was both smaller and weaker than Julian. It would be so easy to press his knees up against his chest and push himself inside. He resisted the urge.
"Do you have a condom?" Drew murmured breathlessly.
"Of course," Julian smiled when he pulled away from his throat, despite the way the thing inside of him grew frustrated.
Once the condom was on, the same hands that tried to push him away now pulled him closer. He eased himself in, careful at first. His eyes slipped closed at the way Drew felt around his cock. He'd feel even better once the condom was off, once Julian could properly feel him and once the creature got what it wanted.
Bare, the thing hissed into his mind, it won't work this way. Julian brushed it off. The condom wouldn't last long, he'd remembered stories of people taking off condoms without their partner's knowledge. Apparently, it was easy enough to get away with in the middle of sex. He just needed to be patient.
Drew made a noise when he started moving and lips found Julian's throat. Fingers curled deep into his hair, holding him in place as he bit down into Julian's skin. His hips jerked involuntarily, fucking himself deeper into him. Most people would feel strange with something inhabiting their body, but Julian felt more like himself than ever.
It was as though he'd never known and embraced all of what he was, what he was able to do, what he wanted. Now, nothing was able to stand in his way. He fucked into Drew with purpose. Even after all the times they'd done this, he still wasn't used to how tight and hot Drew was.
He pulled away from Drew enough to kiss down to his chest. His neck bent at an awkward angle, but he ignored the feeling. All he could focus on was Drew. He felt damn near frenzied. Drew's body arched towards him like it was the only thing that mattered and he'd be lying if he said it didn't add to his own need.
Drew's hair tickled his face and he pushed it away from his skin gently, leaving kisses over his shoulder. He was getting closer to the edge quickly, nearly forgetting what he was meant to be doing. But then there was a tug inside of his mind, grounding him to the moment and making him think a bit clearer.
"Turn over," Julian murmured breathlessly.
It took a second for the request to register and for Drew to maneuver onto his stomach. Up on his hands and knees, Julian didn't think he'd ever get tired of this view. Already, Drew was trying to push back towards him. He leaned down to kiss the small of Drew's back, his hand quick as he removed the condom.
Warmth spread inside of him when he did. The thing inside of him was closer to getting what it wanted. Close to getting what Julian wanted and needed. This was for the best, Drew would realize it soon enough. When he pressed himself back inside, Drew luckily didn't seem to notice the change.
Julian certainly noticed it, though. Drew was hotter like this, he was able to feel just how wet he was. Drew took him so well, his cunt stretched around his cock. He knew he was bigger than average, but Drew had never struggled to take him.
He wasted no time, fucking into him fast and rough. His hand worked beneath Drew's body, wrapping around his cock and jerking him off in time with his thrusts. Drew groaned and whined beneath him, but the room may as well have been silent. Julian wasn't focused on anything besides the pleasure and getting what they wanted.
Sweat clung to Julian's back and he could already feel the heat of the stage lights on his skin. His eyes closed and all he could see was a sea of faces, bodies in the crowded arenas. He clung tighter to Drew's hip, forcing him back into every thrust. His head swam and his body buzzed. This was the start of everything for them.
His thumb rubbed against Drew's cock and his body tightened around him. He groaned under Julian, coming on his cock. Julian leaned down far enough to press a kiss in between Drew's shoulder blades. His hips rocked into him through it all, close to coming himself.
It didn't take much longer, he knew it wouldn't. He barely pulled out before shoving himself back in, their skin meeting rough enough to ache a bit. His hips stuttered when he finally did come. He forced all the way inside, despite not needing to for this to work.
He kept himself buried inside of Drew for a few long moments, trying to catch his breath. He still panted when he pulled out and grabbed the condom, standing with it as though he'd just pulled it off. He tossed it into the trashcan, nudging it with his foot until some of the trash already there covered it.
Drew would freak out about this sort of thing if he knew yet. He'd tell him the truth once they were successful and Drew saw why Julian did all this. Maybe.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Annabeth Chase & Quinn (OC), Annabeth Chase & Quinn (OC) & Tao (OC) & Issac (OC) & Sophie (OC) & Nick (OC), Sophie (OC) & Eloise (OC)
Characters: Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Child(ren) of Athena (Percy Jackson), Quinn (OC), Tao (OC), Issac (OC), Sophie (OC), Nick (OC)
Additional Tags: Mentioned Frederick Chase - Freeform, mentioned Eloise (OC), Annabeth Chase Needs a Hug (Percy Jackson), Annabeth Chase-centric (Percy Jackson), Original Character Death(s), Original Character-centric, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Mentioned Lee Fletcher, Autistic Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Annabeth is a little insensitive here, but to be fair she is a child, like 7-10, Pre-Canon, Partially Canon Compliant, Mostly Canon Compliant
Series: Part 2 of The Golden Hour Mixtape (June 2026), Part 9 of Percy Jackson and the Fanfictions, Part 1 of Dead Bingo Club
Summary:
Annabeth misses Quinn constantly sometimes. He used to be head counselor, before he died she took over.
5 times Quinn helped his siblings, and one time he couldn’t anymore.
Written for Dead Bingo Club June: “I can’t reach” and Trope Variety Hour June: “Heat Waves by Glass Animals”
For @deadbingoclub’s March 2026 card!🍒
Prompt: Hidden Meaning
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 962
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: M/M, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Todoroki Natsuo
Characters: Todoroki Natsuo, Dabi | Todoroki Touya
Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Hurt No Comfort, Hanahaki Disease, Blood, Angst
Summary:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex
Characters: Uwabami (My Hero Academia), Yaoyorozu Momo, Kendou Itsuka, Original Pro Hero Character(s) (My Hero Academia)
Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Penetrative Sex
Summary:
It started when Uwabami's sidekick put his hand on Itsuka's thigh.
For @deadbingoclub‘s April Bingo Card, using primarily the prompt ‘military’, but I think ‘non-con drug use’ also ended up happening, so... yippee.
