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kckt88 · 1 year ago

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Kickstart My Heart

Summary:

After his last relationship ended, Aemond decided he was taking a break from women, and it was going well until his sister Helaena introduces him to her new friend.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Mentions of Past Cheating, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, Loss of Virginity, P in V, Misunderstandings, Alys.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N (PAST AEMOND X ALYS)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 7215

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Aemond stood in the dimly lit living room of the apartment he used to share with Alys. The air felt heavy with the weight of their turbulent relationship, a storm that had raged for far too long.

Tonight, however, he was determined to bring an end to it.

Alys sat on the couch, her green eyes fixated on her phone, barely acknowledging his presence. She exuded an air of indifference, as if his existence was merely an inconvenience.

"Alys," Aemond began, his voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within him. "We need to talk."

She glanced up briefly, her expression tinged with annoyance. "Can't it wait? I'm in the middle of something."

Aemond shook his head, his resolve hardening with each passing second. "No, it can't wait. I've had enough."

Alys scoffed, a derisive smile playing on her lips. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Aemond replied, his tone unwavering. "I can't do this anymore. I can't be with someone who belittles me, who cheats on me, who takes advantage of me."

Alys's facade of indifference crumbled, replaced by a flicker of anger. "You're being ridiculous, Aemond. You can't just throw away what we have because of a few petty disagreements."

"These aren't petty disagreements, Alys," Aemond retorted, his voice rising slightly. "You've made me feel worthless, you've betrayed my trust time and time again, and you've manipulated me into doing things I never wanted to do. I deserve better than this."

Alys opened her mouth to respond, but Aemond held up a hand, silencing her. "I'm done, Alys. I'm leaving."

With that, he turned on his heel and strode towards the door, his heart pounding in his chest. As he stepped out into the cool night air, a sense of liberation washed over him, filling him with a newfound sense of purpose.

He made his way to his sister Helaena's apartment, seeking solace in the familiarity of her presence.

Of course, his sister welcomes him with open arms, saying he could stay as long as he needed to and as Aemond settle in and began to regain some semblance of normalcy he vowed to take a break from relationships and women.

He had been blinded by what he thought was love and lured into a toxic cycle that had left him broken and disillusioned. But now, as he gazed into the depths of his own soul, he knew that he could not afford to make the same mistake again.

"No more," declared Aemond, his voice growing stronger with each repetition. "I will focus on myself, on rebuilding my life and reclaiming my sense of worth. I will not let anyone else dictate my happiness or define my worthiness."

After that things were going great, Aemond regained his focus at work, he began hanging out with his friends again and he even started back at the gym.

His mantra of no women was doing him the world of good until one day Helaena had dragged him to flower shop where she worked and introduced him to her new friend and every single ounce of sanity flew from his head the moment her saw her.

"Aemond, this is Y.N," Helaena said with a warm smile as she gestured towards the stunning woman beside her.

Aemond's gaze swept over Y.N, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He felt as though the air had been knocked out of his lungs, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest.

Y.N was breathtakingly beautiful, with long auburn hair cascading down her back and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Aemond," Y.N said, her voice soft and melodious, sending shivers down his spine.

Aemond managed to compose himself enough to offer a polite nod in response, though his mind was reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Y.N, captivated by her beauty and grace.

As the conversation flowed between the three of them, Aemond found himself drawn to Y.N's every word, hanging on her every syllable as though it were a lifeline. He couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards her, the way she seemed to light up the room with her presence.

As Y.N stood face to face with Aemond, she couldn't help but be struck by his undeniable presence. Tall and lithe, he exuded an air of quiet strength that drew her in like a moth to a flame.

But it was not just his stature that caught her attention.

Her gaze traced the sharp angles of his face, taking in the striking features that seemed to have been carved from marble by the hands of a master sculptor. Despite the scar that bisected the left side of his face and the eyepatch, there was an undeniable beauty in the symmetry of his features.

Y.N found herself captivated by the intensity of his remaining eye, a stormy grey that seemed to hold a world of emotions within its depths. There was a vulnerability there, a glimpse into the soul of a man who had weathered his fair share of storms.

But it was not just Aemond's physical appearance that left Y.N breathless. There was something about the way he carried himself, with a quiet confidence tempered by a hint of sorrow, that spoke to her on a deeper level.

In that moment, as their eyes met and held, Y.N knew that she had stumbled upon someone truly remarkable. And as she found herself drawn into his orbit, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of getting to know him better, of unravelling the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of his stoic facade.

As Y.N stood before Aemond, her eyes cast downward in a gesture of shyness that was unlike anything he had ever encountered before. Unlike the confident and brazen women, he had known in the past, Y.N seemed to radiate a quiet and unassuming charm that drew him in despite himself.

Her timid demeanour stood in stark contrast to the fiery spirit of Floris, the regal confidence of Cerelle or the boldness of Alys. There was a softness to Y.N, a vulnerability that spoke volumes without her having to utter a single word.

Aemond found himself captivated by the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink whenever their eyes met. There was a purity to her presence that stirred something within him, something he had long thought lost amidst the chaos of his past relationships.

Helaena couldn't contain her excitement as she extended an invitation to Y.N to join them at her apartment for a casual get-together.

As Y.N agreed to come over, Helaena shot a mischievous glance at her brothers, Aegon and Aemond, who were lounging in the living room.

"You should see the look on Aemond's face," Helaena teased, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I think he's more excited about this than anyone."

Aegon chuckled, casting a knowing glance in Aemond's direction. "I thought you swore off women, little brother. What happened to all that talk about focusing on yourself?"

Aemond felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, though he couldn't deny the truth in his brother's jest. "I-uh-it's not like that," he stammered, struggling to find the right words to defend himself.

Helaena laughed, coming to her brother's rescue. "Oh, lighten up, Aegon. Can't a man appreciate the company of a charming woman without it being a big deal?"

Aegon raised an eyebrow in mock scepticism, but the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement. "I suppose so."

With a good-natured chuckle, Aemond rolled his eyes, knowing that his siblings meant well. And as he awaited Y.N's arrival with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, he couldn't help but feel grateful for their unwavering support and teasing banter.

As Y.N arrived at Helaena's apartment, she clutched a box of delicately decorated butterfly fairy cakes that she had baked herself. The nervous flutter in her stomach only intensified as she stepped through the door, greeted by the warm smiles of Helaena and her brothers.

"Y.N, you made it!" Helaena exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "And you brought your famous butterfly fairy cakes! I can't wait to try them."

Y.N's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson at the praise, her shy demeanour shining through as she handed the box to Helaena. "I hope you like them," she murmured softly, her gaze flickering towards the floor.

Aegon stepped forward, extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Aegon, Helaena's older brother. It's a pleasure to meet you, Y.N."

Y.N nodded politely, her eyes darting briefly to meet his before retreating once more. "Nice to meet you, Aegon," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond watched the interaction with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, noting the way Y.N seemed to retreat into herself in the presence of his siblings. When she finally glanced up and caught his eye, her blush deepened, and she seemed to shrink back even further.

"Hello, Y.N," Aemond greeted her with a warm smile, his voice gentle as he tried to ease her nerves.

"Hi, Aemond," Y.N replied, her voice barely audible as she fidgeted nervously with the hem of her sleeve.

Aemond couldn't help but be charmed by her shyness, finding it endearing in a way he hadn't expected.

As the evening progressed, Aemond found himself drawn to Y.N's quiet presence, his curiosity piqued by the mystery that surrounded her.

"So, Aemond," Aegon began with a mischievous glint in his eye, "do you think Y.N would be as shy in bed as she is here?"

Aemond's smile faltered, his amusement evaporating in an instant as he shot his brother a stern look. He was not amused by Aegon's insinuation, finding it distasteful and disrespectful.

"Aegon, that's enough," Aemond said sharply, his voice carrying a note of warning.

Aegon's grin widened, unfazed by his brother's reprimand. "Oh, come on, Aemond. I was just kidding. Lighten up."

But Aemond wasn't in the mood for jokes, especially not at Y.N's expense. He could see the discomfort in her eyes, the way she seemed to shrink back even further at Aegon's words. It wasn't fair to make her the subject of such crude humour, especially when she had done nothing to warrant it.

"I said that's enough," Aemond repeated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Aegon held up his hands in mock surrender, though the smirk never left his face. "Fine, fine. I'll behave."

As the tension between them eased, Aemond turned his attention back to Y.N, determined to make her feel comfortable despite his brother's thoughtless remark. And as he caught her eye and offered her an apologetic smile, he silently vowed to ensure that she felt respected and valued for the rest of the evening.

As the evening drew to a close and it was time to say their goodbyes, Aemond gathered his courage and approached Y.N, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y.N," he began, his voice slightly nervous but determined, "I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me?"

Y.N's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I would love to," she replied softly, her eyes shining with shy anticipation.

Aemond felt a surge of relief and joy flood through him at her acceptance, his heart soaring at the prospect of spending more time with her. "Great," he said, unable to contain the grin that spread across his face. "Is there anywhere in particular you'd like to go? Maybe the cinema, or somewhere else?"

Y.N's blush deepened, but she shook her head. "The cinema sounds perfect," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Alright then," Aemond said, his excitement bubbling over. "How about we meet tomorrow evening at 7pm at the cinema? We can catch a movie and maybe grab dinner afterwards?"

Y.N nodded eagerly, a shy smile playing on her lips. "That sounds wonderful," she agreed, her eyes meeting his with a newfound confidence.

As Y.N departed from Helaena's apartment, leaving Aemond with a heart full of anticipation for their upcoming date, Aegon couldn't resist the opportunity to tease his younger brother once more.

"Well, well, little brother," Aegon teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, "looks like you've got yourself a shy little bird there. Are you sure you can handle her?"

Aemond shot his brother a pointed look, his patience wearing thin. "Aegon, enough with the jokes," he chided, his tone firm.

Helaena, sensing the tension in the air, quickly intervened, elbowing Aegon in the ribs with a reproachful glare. "Stop it, Aegon," she scolded, her voice carrying a note of warning. "Y.N is very shy, and I don't want her to get hurt."

Aegon winced slightly at the jab but couldn't resist a playful grin. "Alright, alright," he relented, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'll behave, I promise."

Aemond turned to Helaena, his expression earnest as he spoke. "You don't need to worry, Helaena. I'll be good to Y.N. I promise to treat her with the respect and kindness she deserves."

Helaena smiled warmly at her brother, her eyes shining with pride. "I know you will, Aemond," she said softly, her voice filled with confidence. "Just be yourself, and everything will be fine."

The next day -

As the clock struck 7 pm, Aemond Targaryen stood outside the cinema, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. His eyes scanned the bustling crowd, searching for a glimpse of Y.N. And there she was, emerging from the sea of people, a vision of beauty in a sun dress paired with a cardigan that hugged her delicate frame.

Aemond couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration as he approached her, his lips curling into a warm smile. "Y.N," he greeted her, his voice tinged with excitement.

Y.N's cheeks flushed a rosy pink at his greeting, but a radiant smile graced her lips as she returned his gaze. "Hi, Aemond," she replied softly, her eyes sparkling with shy anticipation.

Together, they entered the cinema, the anticipation of the evening ahead hanging in the air like a delicate promise. As they settled into their seats, Aemond couldn't help but notice the way Y.N's eyes widened with excitement at the prospect of the movie they were about to watch.

The lights dimmed, and the screen flickered to life, casting a soft glow over the darkened theater. Aemond glanced at Y.N out of the corner of his eye, noting the way she jumped at the sudden burst of sound and movement on the screen.

As the movie unfolded, Aemond found himself more amused by Y.N's reactions than by the film itself. He couldn't help but smile as she buried her face in her hands during the suspenseful moments, her fingers peeking through to cover her eyes.

Unable to resist the urge to offer her comfort, Aemond gently draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close in a gesture of silent reassurance. Y.N tensed slightly at the unexpected contact, but soon relaxed into his embrace, leaning into him with a sigh of relief.

After the movie ended, Aemond and Y.N emerged from the cinema into the bustling city streets, the cool evening air tinged with the aroma of freshly baked pizza. Aemond glanced at Y.N, wondering where she might want to go for dinner, but he was pleasantly surprised when she suggested his favorite pizza place.

"Really? That's one of my favorite spots!" Aemond exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. "I didn't know you liked it too."

Y.N's cheeks flushed with a shy smile. "I've actually been there a few times before," she admitted. "It's delicious."

As they made their way to the pizza place, Aemond couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude that swelled within him. Unlike his ex-girlfriend Alys, who always expected him to foot the bill for everything, Y.N seemed considerate and respectful.

When they reached the restaurant, Aemond reached for his wallet to pay for their meal, but Y.N gently placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. "Let me get this one," she insisted, her eyes meeting his with a determined gaze. "You paid for the cinema, so it's only fair that I treat you to dinner."

Aemond's heart warmed at her gesture, touched by her thoughtfulness and generosity. "Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to make sure she was comfortable with the arrangement.

Y.N nodded, her smile soft and genuine. "I'm sure. Besides, it's the least I can do after you invited me out tonight."

With a grateful nod, Aemond put his wallet back in jeans pocket, allowing Y.N to take care of the bill. As they sat together, enjoying their meal and each other's company, Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over him.

With Y.N by his side, he knew that he had found someone who appreciated him for who he was, and not someone who only valued him not for his family name or wealth.

As the evening drew to a close, Aemond walked Y.N back to her small one-bedroom flat, just a few blocks away from where he lived with Helaena. The gentle hum of conversation between them filled the air, punctuated by the occasional laugh and shared smile.

As they reached Y.N's door, she turned to Aemond with a shy smile. "Would you mind waiting here for a moment?" she asked softly. "I just need to grab something."

"Of course," Aemond replied with a nod, curiosity piqued by her request.

Y.N disappeared into her flat, leaving Aemond standing outside her door with a sense of anticipation building within him. He couldn't help but wonder what she was up to, his mind racing with possibilities.

Moments later, Y.N reappeared, holding something in her hands. Aemond's breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of the dragon-shaped pastry she held out to him, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"I made this for you," Y.N said softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It's filled with jam. I hope you like it."

Aemond's heart swelled with gratitude and affection as he accepted the pastry from her. "Thank you, Y.N," he said sincerely, his voice filled with warmth. "I'm sure it's delicious."

As he took a bite of the pastry, Aemond couldn't help but be struck by the sweetness of the gesture. It was a simple gift, but it spoke volumes about Y.N's thoughtfulness and care. And as he savored the flavor of the jam-filled pastry, he knew that he had found something truly special in her – a connection that he cherished more than words could express.

In a daring moment of impulse, Aemond leaned in, his heart pounding in his chest as he closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, a tentative exploration of the unknown, and in that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still.

It was unlike anything Aemond had ever felt before – a surge of warmth and electricity that coursed through his veins, igniting a spark that set his soul ablaze. In that moment of intimacy, he felt a connection with Y.N that transcended the boundaries of mere physical attraction, a deep and profound understanding that resonated to the very core of his being.

As they parted, their eyes met in silent communion, the intensity of their gaze speaking volumes without the need for words.

As Aemond and Y.N's relationship blossomed, they found themselves drawn to each other like magnets, spending every available moment together exploring the intricacies of their budding romance. Their days were filled with laughter and shared experiences.

One sunny afternoon, as they lounged in Y.N's cozy kitchen, the scent of freshly baked goods wafting through the air, Y.N suggested that they try their hand at baking a sponge cake together.

"It'll be fun," she said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And besides, I've been dying to teach you how to bake."

Aemond chuckled, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. "I'm not sure I'll be any good at it, but I'll give it a try."

With Y.N's patient guidance, they set to work, measuring out ingredients and mixing them together with care. Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched Y.N work her magic in the kitchen, her skill and expertise evident in every precise movement.

As they popped the cake into the oven and waited for it to bake, Aemond found himself growing more and more excited at the prospect of tasting their creation. When the timer finally beeped, signaling that the cake was done, they eagerly pulled it out of the oven and set it on the counter to cool.

With bated breath, they sliced into the cake and took their first bite, only to find that it was a little on the dry side. Aemond's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Y.N simply laughed and reached for the whipped cream, insisting that it would make everything better.

Together, they devoured the cake, laughing and joking as they shared in the simple pleasure of each other's company.

As Aemond and Y.N sat together one evening, the warmth of the fire casting a soft glow over the room, Aemond felt a sudden urge to confide in her, to share the depths of his past with the woman he had grown to love.

"Y.N," he began, his voice quiet but resolute, "there's something I need to tell you."

Y.N turned to him, concern etched into her features. "What is it, Aemond?"

Taking a deep breath, Aemond launched into the painful tale of his relationship with Alys – the belittling words, the constant infidelity, the toxic cycle of breaking up and getting back together.

"It was a dark time in my life," Aemond confessed, his voice heavy with emotion. "I was lost, and I didn't know how to break free from the hold she had over me."

Y.N listened in silence, her heart aching for the pain that Aemond had endured. She reached out and took his hand in hers, offering him the comfort of her touch.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Aemond," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "But you're stronger now."

Aemond nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over him for Y.N's unwavering support. "Yes, I have," he replied, his voice tinged with determination. "And I owe it to you, Y.N. You've shown me what it means to be truly loved, and I'll never take that for granted."

As the night worn on and the two of them shared kisses, the unspoken question of what was going to happen next hung in the air.

“I-I’ve never done it before” muttered Y.N shyly as she pressed her face into Aemond’s chest.

“It’s ok. We don’t need to do this, not until you’re ready” replied Aemond stroking her hair softly.

“B-But I want to. I want you to be my first” whispered Y.N.

“Only if you’re sure, I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything” said Aemond firmly.

“I’m sure Aemond. I want this-I want you” exclaimed Y.N as she took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

Despite his experience, Aemond had never so nervous in his entire life, his hands shook as he slowly undressed himself.

Y.N gently tugged off the dress she was wearing and Aemond could feel his mouth watering at the sight of her delectable body.

“I-I don’t know what to do” muttered Y.N her cheeks tinged pink.

“It’s ok-I’ll take care of you” replied Aemond as he directed Y.N to sit on the end if the bed.

“I trust you” replied Y.N quietly.

Aemond smiled as he knelt on the floor, lowering his head between Y.N’s legs.

“Aemond-“ shrieked Y.N her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Aemond’s tongue swept across her slick wet folds.

Y.N bit the back of her hand to keep herself from screaming as Aemond began using his long fingers to tease her entrance.

“Let me hear you”.

“A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” begged Y.N

Aemond pressed two fingers inside Y.N, moving them against a spot that made her entire body shake, his tongue moving against her folds, his lips wrapping around her pearl.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen my sweet. Come for me” whispered Aemond.

Y.N arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted.

Aemond crawled up Y.N’s body, placing gentle kisses on her skin as he moved higher and higher.

Y.N blushed furiously when she saw that Aemond’s chin was shining with her slick.

“Calm yourself my little bird” murmured Aemond.

“I-I’ve never-” mumbled Y.N putting her hands over her face in embarrassment.

“Was that your first peak?” asked Aemond as he gently pulled away her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

Y.N blushed and nodded quickly, jumping when she felt Aemond’s cock against her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow” whispered Aemond as he reached down and took hold of his hard cock rubbing it along Y.N’s wet folds.

“Ok. I’m ready” replied Y.N, her heart pounding.

Aemond hesitates for a moment, his brow furrowed.

“I-don’t have a condom”.

“Oh-I have some” replied Y.N.

“You do?” questioned Aemond.

“I bought them from the pharmacy and-“ replied Y.N, her face flushed.

“-It’s ok-where are they?” asked Aemond.

“I-In the drawer” uttered Y.N.

Aemond nodded and briefly moved away from Y.N, he quickly opened the drawer and pulled out the box of condoms.

“Are they the right ones-there were so many different kinds and-“

“-They’re good” replied Aemond as he opened the box and took out a condom.

Y.N closed her eyes as Aemond ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom down his length.

Aemond leaned forward again and placed a series of kisses along Y.N’s neck, his hand gently cupping her breast before he sucked the rosy bud into his mouth, his tongue rolling around the stiffened peak.

“L-Let me see you” whispered Y.N.

Aemond released her nipple with a soft pop and frowned.

“It’s not a pretty sight-I wouldn’t want to frighten you” replied Aemond.

“Nothing about you could frighten me Aemond-“ breathed Y.N

Aemond hesitated for a moment before he pulled off his eye patch, revealing a sparkling sapphire.

“Beautiful” whispered Y.N as she took Aemond’s head in her hands and placed a kiss upon the scar.

Aemond smiled before he knelt between her thighs, supporting himself above her on his forearm while his other hand guides his cock to her wet centre.

“Oooh Aemond” exclaims Y.N

Aemond slowly pushes the blunt head of his cock inside. Just the tip feels okay but then he’s pushing inside, and it stings, Y.N clenches her eyes shut as his cock fully slides into her, his hips coming to rest against hers.

“Are you ok?” asked Aemond.

“It hurts,” cried Y.N

“Do you want me to stop-I can pull out” whispered Aemond.

“N-No g-give me a moment” whimpered Y.N.

Aemond stops, holding himself above Y.N, she can feel his cock throbbing inside her.

For a few silent minutes, Aemond begins to press gentle kisses all over Y.N’s face and neck, then after the sting has faded somewhat, Y.N gently moves her hips.

“I-I think you can move”.

Aemond exhales shakily, pulling out halfway only to thrust right back in.

“You’re taking me so well little bird,” whispers Aemond soothingly, thrusting again, harder this time.

Gradually he gets into a rhythm, his movements slow but powerful.

Y.N brings her hands up to his shoulders, clinging to him as his thrusts shift her up and down the bed. The wooden frame creaking slightly.

Aemond makes a strangled sort of sound and lowers himself onto Y.N even more, kissing her passionately.

His cock still thrusting in and out.

Y.N kisses him back, threading her fingers through his silky hair.

Aemond breaks the kiss, breathing heavily.

Y.N can feel herself clenching around him as his cock keeps hitting the same spot inside her.

“Ooo Aemond-f-faster. P-please”

Aemond groans as he begins to move faster pounding into her, their skin slapping together.

“Aemond-Aemond-”

“You’re so fucking perfect little bird, mine all mine” growls Aemond.

“Y-Yes, yours all yours” moans Y.N squirming as he pleasure peaks and she explodes.

Aemond lets out a long low groan, his hips bucking wildly. His cock twitching as he spills into the condom.

Aemond’s hips finally stagger and stop. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, resting for a moment before he slowly pulls out.

“Are you ok?” asked Aemond.

“I’m fine” whispered Y.N smiling breathlessly.

In the days following their intimate moment together, Aemond's behaviour began to change, his once carefree demeanour replaced by a sense of unease and agitation. He grew increasingly distant, his mind preoccupied with thoughts he refused to share with Y.N.

As they sat together one evening, the air heavy with tension, Y.N couldn't help but notice the way Aemond's eyes flickered nervously towards his phone every time it buzzed with a new message or notification. She reached out to touch his hand, a gesture of comfort and concern, but he withdrew from her touch, his expression clouded with frustration.

"What's wrong, Aemond?" Y.N asked softly, her voice laced with worry.

Aemond's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he snapped at her in a fit of frustration. "Nothing, okay? Just leave me alone."

Y.N recoiled at his harsh words, hurt flashing across her features as she withdrew into herself, uncertain of how to respond. She had never seen Aemond like this before, his normally calm and collected demeanour shattered by whatever demons haunted him.

As the days passed, Aemond's behaviour only grew more erratic, his temper flaring at the slightest provocation. He withdrew further and further into himself, shutting Y.N out.

Things didn’t improve and a few weeks later when Y.N was walking to work, and she spotted Aemond talking to a dark haired woman.

There was something about the way they interacted that made her stomach churn with unease – the woman's lingering touches, the way Aemond seemed visibly uncomfortable in her presence.

Unable to tear her eyes away, Y.N watched in silent horror as the woman leaned in and planted a kiss on Aemond's lips. A surge of pain shot through her chest, the betrayal cutting her to the core as she struggled to process what she had just witnessed.

Without a second thought, Y.N turned on her heel and fled, the tears streamed down her cheeks, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to escape the suffocating grip of heartbreak that threatened to consume her whole.

Aemond was frantic, all his calls and messages to Y.N went unanswered, his desperation grew, a gnawing sense of dread settling in the pit of his stomach.

Determined to make amends, Aemond made his way to Y.N's flat, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. He knocked on the door, calling out her name in a voice tinged with desperation, but there was no response – only silence echoing back at him like a cruel mockery of his pain.

Growing increasingly frantic, Aemond tried again and again to reach Y.N, but each attempt was met with the same resounding silence. And as he stood outside her door, his pleas falling on deaf ears, he felt a sense of despair wash over him, knowing that he had pushed her away with his own foolishness.

But it wasn't just Y.N who turned her back on him – even Helaena, his own sister, greeted him with a cold shoulder, her expression tight with disappointment as she refused to meet his gaze.

He had expected her to be upset, but the fury in her eyes was more intense than he had ever imagined.

"What were you thinking, Aemond?" Helaena snapped, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "Y.N saw you with Alys. Do you have any idea how much you've hurt her?"

Aemond's heart clenched at the mention of Y.N's name, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a leaden weight. "Helaena, you have to believe me," he protested, his voice thick with emotion. "It wasn't what it looked like. Alys kissed me, I didn't want her to, and I pushed her away immediately."

Helaena's eyes narrowed in disbelief, her jaw clenching with frustration. "Do you expect me to believe that?" she demanded, her voice rising with each word. "Y.N saw you with Alys, Aemond. She saw it with her own eyes."

Aemond's heart sank at the realization of the damage his actions had caused, the truth of Helaena's words hitting him like a punch to the gut. "I swear it's the truth, Helaena," he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. "I would never hurt Y.N like that. You have to believe me."

Helaena's expression softened slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing her features. "I want to believe you, Aemond," she admitted, her voice softer now, tinged with sadness. "But you need to understand the gravity of the situation. Y.N is hurting, and it's because of you."

Aemond bowed his head in shame, the weight of his guilt threatening to crush him under its unbearable burden. "I know," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. I just hope that Y.N will give me the chance to prove myself to her."

As the rain poured down in torrents, soaking Aemond to the bone, he stood outside Y.N's flat, his heart heavy with regret and longing. He knew she was inside, just beyond the closed door, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving without at least trying to make things right.

With a trembling hand, Aemond knocked on the door, each rap echoing loudly in the quiet of the rainy night. "Y.N, please," he called out, his voice raw with emotion. "Please let me in. I need to talk to you."

For a moment, there was only silence, the sound of the rain pounding against the pavement the only response to Aemond's pleas. But just as he was about to turn away in defeat, he heard the faint sound of movement from inside the flat.

Seconds stretched into eternity as Aemond waited with bated breath, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, finally, the door creaked open, revealing Y.N's tear-stained face, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Aemond's heart clenched at the sight of her pain, a wave of guilt washing over him like a tidal wave. "Y.N," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Please, let me in. I need to explain."

Y.N hesitated for a moment, her gaze searching Aemond's face for any sign of sincerity. And then, slowly, she stepped aside, allowing him to enter the warmth and safety of her flat.

As Aemond stepped over the threshold, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that he had been given a second chance to make things right. And as he closed the door behind him, he vowed to do whatever it took to earn back Y.N's trust and forgiveness,

Taking a deep breath, he began to speak, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Y.N, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his words coming out in a rush. "Alys has been-she's been bombarding me with messages. She told me she was pregnant."

Y.N's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the gravity of Aemond's words. "Pregnant?" she whispered; her voice barely audible.

Aemond nodded, his expression grim. "Yes," he continued, his voice heavy with regret. "But I demanded a DNA test. I couldn't-I couldn't just take her word for it. And she kept refusing, insisting that the baby was mine."

Y.N's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears as the full weight of Aemond's confession settled over her like a dark cloud. "Oh, Aemond," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I-I don't know what to say."

Aemond reached out to take her hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I'm so sorry, Y.N," he whispered, his voice thick with remorse. "I should have told you sooner. I should have been honest with you from the start."

“Yes you should have” replied Y.N.

"I refused to believe Alys," he confessed, his voice strained with emotion. "So, I kept insisting on a DNA test. She resisted at first, but eventually, she agreed."

Y.N's eyes widened in realization, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place as she understood the gravity of Aemond's revelation. "That was the day I saw you with her," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond nodded, his heart heavy with remorse. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry, Y.N. I never wanted to hurt you. I was just trying to protect myself, to make sure that I wasn't being manipulated by Alys."

Y.N's mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions as she processed Aemond's revelation. The image of Alys kissing him, coupled with the news of her pregnancy, had led her to assume the worst – that Aemond was the father of Alys's unborn child.

"Aemond," she began tentatively, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Does-does that mean you're the father?"

Aemond's expression hardened, his jaw set with determination as he shook his head vehemently. "No, the DNA wasn’t a match" he declared firmly. "I'm not the father, Alys kissing me was just her last desperate attempt to try and manipulate me."

Y.N's breath caught in her throat at his words, a wave of relief washing over her as the weight of uncertainty lifted from her shoulders. "Oh, Aemond," she breathed, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm so glad to hear that."

Aemond reached out to take her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I would never betray your trust like that, Y.N," he vowed earnestly. "You mean everything to me, and I would do anything to prove that to you. I love you"

Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she looked into Aemond's eye, seeing the sincerity and love shining brightly within them. "I know, Aemond," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "And I forgive you."

But Aemond wasn't finished yet. With trembling hands, he held up a soggy cardboard box, the remnants of his failed attempt at making her a cake. "I even tried to make you a cake," he confessed, his voice laced with self-deprecation. "But it's all ruined now."

Y.N couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the ruined cake, her heart swelling with affection for the man standing before her. With a playful grin, she knocked the box out of his hand, sending it tumbling to the ground, before throwing herself into his arms and kissing him passionately.

"Aemond," she whispered against his lips, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "I love you too."

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Aemond and Y.N's relationship blossomed anew, their love growing stronger with each passing day.

And as they stood side by side, hand in hand, they knew that they never wanted to be apart again. So, after much discussion and deliberation, they made the decision to take the next step in their journey together – they would move in together.

With excited hearts and eager anticipation, Aemond and Y.N began the process of finding their perfect home, a place where they could build a life together filled with love, laughter, and countless cherished memories.

And when they finally found the perfect apartment, with its cozy rooms and sunlit windows, they knew that it was meant to be. With smiles on their faces and love in their hearts, they signed the lease and began the process of making their new house a home.

With their love blossoming stronger each day, Aemond felt the time was right to take their relationship to the next level. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Y.N, and he couldn't wait another moment to make her his forever.

So on a crisp autumn evening, with the setting sun casting a warm glow over the world, Aemond led Y.N to his favourite spot in the park. As they walked hand in hand, their laughter floating on the gentle breeze, Aemond's heartbeat with nervous anticipation.

Reaching a secluded clearing surrounded by trees ablaze with fiery hues, Aemond paused, his heart racing with emotion. Taking a deep breath, he got down on one knee, his eyes shining with love as he looked up at Y.N.

"Y.N," he began, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. "From the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. You've brought so much joy and love into my life, and I can't imagine spending another day without you by my side."

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth in shock as she realized what was happening. Tears welled up in her eyes as she listened to Aemond's words, her heart overflowing with love for the man who stood before her.

"And so," Aemond continued, his voice trembling with emotion, "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. Y.N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?"

The words hung in the air; the silence broken only by the sound of their hearts beating as one. And then, finally, Y.N's eyes filled with tears of joy as she threw herself into Aemond's arms, laughter bubbling up from deep within her soul.

"Yes, Aemond," she cried, her voice ringing out with pure happiness. "Yes, I will marry you!"

And as they stood together in the golden light of the setting sun, their hearts overflowing with love and happiness, Aemond slipped a beautiful ring onto Y.N's finger, sealing their love with a promise that would last a lifetime.

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PAIRING: Vegeta/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, loss of virginity. WARNINGS: A little questionable behaviour on both parts, mainly Vegeta, but nothing too intense (I guess). WORDCOUNT: 7215

Summary:

Vegeta looked bewildered when you kissed him, and stunned when you touched him a little lower than usual. You would have associated the blush on his face to his shyness, but now you’re starting to think he isn’t just shy around women. And his kiss had felt… inexperienced.

No way. Vegeta is a virgin.

Notes:

Tumblr found out about virgin!Vegeta, a lot of great fic authors gave their takes, and now it's my turn. Can yall believe this fic was initially 4k words?

I kinda mixed this with Yandere!Vegeta but it's very light, it's just a little questionable but nothing too heavy lmao. This fic technically takes place in the three year gap but I don't think I made the Vegeta during that time period justice, so...

Songs that inspired me: LOL and I Got Love, both by Taeyeon.

@dreadsuitsamus @carnal-lnstinct (and thank you for helping me with a few ideas @vegeta-bananabluish)

Vegeta being Bulma’s new houseguest caught your attention from the very first moment. You don’t judge her at all, but she used to be terrified of the Saiyans when they arrived, first Raditz, then Nappa and Vegeta, so you didn’t expect her to invite one of them to stay over at her house. It also surprised you that he voluntarily stayed.

Most of the time, he spends his day training in the gravity room Bulma had built, so you rarely even see him when you go to stay at her house. But when he stops his training and actually steps out in public to eat, or for whatever reason, you cannot help but stare a little too long. Are all Saiyans this attractive? Goku certainly is, and so was his brother and even Nappa. But Vegeta has a different kind of charm, like it would hurt to even touch him with his palpable ‘rough around the edges’ attitude.

It amuses you to no end to watch Bulma tease Vegeta whenever you’re around, because that’s when his walls come down a little. He looks so incredibly flustered when he hears a comment that’s remotely suggestive. Who would have thought that such a regal, proud man would seem like such a prude? Bulma wasn’t even being her most vulgar self most of the time, that would have surely scared him off forever.

You can’t help but want to tease him a little as well whenever you see him, just to see his reaction. And you try to do it, one time when you’re in the kitchen and he just happens to walk in, obviously looking for food to replenish his energy after his training.

“Hey, Vegeta.” You singsong as soon as you see him. Vegeta only grunts, not even looking your way as he heads towards the fridge. “Whatcha doing?”

“Don’t you have eyes?” He retorts with spite.

“Are you gonna keep training after this?” You ask, ignoring the rudeness in his tone.

“Obviously.”

“You should relax a little.” Vegeta looks at you then for a brief second before carrying an insane amount of food to the table. He doesn’t actually reply, so you go on. “Your body needs to recover, especially after training as hard as you do.”

He starts eating without acknowledging your words, and you pout angrily. It’s not the first time he ignores you, so you let it go, focusing on watching him eat instead. Being a Saiyan, he eats as if he had been starving for weeks, though he does it with slightly better manners than Goku. It still entertains you enough to watch him gulp down entire plates as if it’s nothing.

“Why do you keep staring at me, woman?!” Vegeta suddenly yells, startling you.

“Well, I… You eat as if you haven’t eaten in ten years, and it’s funny…” You offer him a small smile, but he only scoffs in response. “Besides, you’re really handsome too.”

Vegeta visibly tenses, and the tip of his ears get red instantly. You smile, delighted by his instant reaction to such a small, innocent comment.

“Your race is so distasteful, I can’t stand it.” He mutters mostly to himself, but you heard him loud and clear, and it only makes you giggle. He seems ready to insult you directly when you do it, but he winces suddenly, and you know it’s not because of you.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?”

When you stand from your seat and approach Vegeta, reaching your hands towards his shoulder, the place where he seems to be hurting, he slaps your hands away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Vegeta, if you’re hurt, you should really take it easy-”

“What the fuck do you know? If I don’t train, your mudball of a planet is doomed.” He spits before swallowing down the rest of his food in one go. “I don’t need your help.”

You glare at him, but when he hurriedly walks out the kitchen, you let him go.

The next time you see him, he is, for the umpteenth time, resting in one of Bulma’s medical rooms.

“I told you you should take it easy.” You say when you walk into his room. Vegeta groans when he sees you, obviously not too pleased to hear an ‘I told you so’. “I brought you dinner, by the way.”

You leave the capsule full of food by the nightstand; it is easier to carry an insane amount of food that way. Vegeta doesn’t even look at you when you take a seat by his bed, and he looks nervous that you’re even there, for whatever reason.

“I’m supposed to check on your bandages, you know.”

“I don’t need your help, woman.” You roll your eyes, sitting on the bed this time and startling Vegeta, making him sit up abruptly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m gonna change your bandages, idiot!”

“Don’t you dare-”

You’re not really paying attention to his words as you lean over his body, removing the sheets down to his thighs as you reach for the bandages on his torso. Before you can even touch him, his hands wrap around your wrist, tightly, making you wince.

“I told you not to touch me!”

“Why are you so stubborn?! I need to check your injuries!”

His hold on your arms gets even stronger, and you whine loudly, because it’s starting to actually hurt. Vegeta lets you go, to your surprise, but he doesn’t look any less sorry for hurting you.

“I’m just trying to help you, Vegeta.”

You glare at him, and he returns the same look as he locks eyes with you. You attempt to reach for his bandages on his chest again, and he lets you this time, remaining silent as you get rid of the old material and replace it with new bandages. His eyes are fixed on your every move, and it feels like he’s burning holes right through you.

The next few days, when you check up on Vegeta again, he doesn’t protest when it’s time to change his dressings. What you do notice is his cheeks getting a little pink when your fingers linger a little too long on his abdomen. Your touch is not exactly accidental; you had been ogling him way too much before this incident, and now you could touch him. It’s not like you’re touching anywhere private anyway, so you let your fingertips drag a little down his stomach before pulling away.

“I know what you’re doing, woman.” Vegeta suddenly says as you finish wrapping up his bandages.

“Helping you heal?” You remark, snarky.

“Crossing dangerous lines with your hands.”

“Oh?” You smile knowingly, leaning a bit closer to his face.

You’re playing with fire, you know it quite well, especially because this guy could literally obliterate you in a second. But the red color on his cheeks encourage you, especially as he keeps getting redder the more you lean towards him.

“Should I stop?” You ask him in a low voice, one of your hands slowly trailing down his abdomen.

Vegeta actually looks frightened, with eyes opened wide when he slaps your hand away, but he doesn’t actually speak. You know you must look surprised yourself that he had pushed you away like that (and harder than you expected him too), but he hasn’t actually told you to stop.

Your hand reaches for the sheet covering his lap this time, carefully just in case he slaps it away again, which you would take as a definite sign to stop. He doesn’t move at all when you slowly drag the sheet down, and when you look down, you finally understand why he’s so flustered this time.

He has an erection. Simply because you have touched him.

It must be obvious how startled you look to find his hard-on straining his boxers, especially because Vegeta pulls at the sheets to cover himself after a moment. You stop him, putting your hand over his as you lock eyes with him again. He’s still very red, but if anything he also looks a little ashamed. It works well for you that he hasn’t tried to kill you yet; but now that you’ve seen this, you can’t deny that you want to have a little taste.

Trying to ease him into the plan you have in mind, you lean closer once again, stopping when your face is only an inch away from his. He doesn’t push you away or even move. Closing the space between you, you press your lips to his in a small, innocent kiss. Vegeta keeps staring at you when you pull away, still taken aback, but no longer ashamed. There’s some kind of dark glint in his eyes that speaks a thousand words about how interested he is in your attention.

With a sudden hand on the back of your neck, he suddenly pulls you in for another kiss. A hungry, more urgent kiss, albeit a bit sloppy, as he just glides his lips over yours. You cup his cheek, humming when you slip your tongue inside his mouth, pleased when he mimics your moves.

Breaking the kiss, you pull away a little, giggling when Vegeta leans in again, expecting more. You rest your hands on his hips, slowly trailing them towards the hem of his underwear.

“I can help you relax, if you want.” You whisper, sliding your fingers down the fabric of his boxers.

“What a lewd woman you are…” Vegeta replies, his eyes just as intensely fixed on you as they have been the entire time before he captures your lips in another searing kiss, which you return just as hungrily.

Pushing down his underwear, you reach for his dick. His body tenses when you wrap your hand around it, and you make a surprised noise against his lips. You should have known how big he is with an attitude like that. You take your time stroking him without pulling away from his lips, delighted when he grunts into your mouth.

As you start pumping him, you pull away, licking your lips as you take in the sight of your hand wrapped around his length. Your fingers don’t even touch from how thick he is. You don’t want to waste any more time, so you shift on the bed to better position yourself before leaning down.

Vegeta practically screams when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, and for a second you think you actually hurt him if it isn’t for the way his hips jerk upwards. Encouraged by the groans that leave his lips when you swirl your tongue around the tip, you slowly take more of him in, your lips descending around his length as you run your tongue on the underside. He grunts and gasps with every glide of your lips over his dick, and you’re so thrilled to actually hear those noises coming from Vegeta of all people, you can’t help but moan around him. His hips keep snapping into your mouth the more you take him, until finally the tip grazes your throat.

You try to hold him in place for a second before pulling back, letting him enjoy the wet warmth of your mouth, but his hips keep moving, seeking more friction. You try to speed up, bobbing your head up and down, pressing your tongue against his cock as you move. Vegeta curses under his breath constantly, in between groans, and when he gets louder, you know he’s about to come. Way faster than you expected, actually.

The head nudges the back of your throat as you eagerly suck, and that’s all it takes for him to come, his dick throbbing in your mouth as he spurts cum down your throat, forcing you to swallow. You do so, a little annoyed he hasn’t actually warned you, but you let him ride out his peak, his dick pumping into you until he suddenly stops.

Pulling away, you clear your throat, trying not to cough as you straighten up. Vegeta is still blushing, though you know it’s from the strain of your ministrations rather than shyness. His eyes are unfocused, half-lidded, and sweat is adorning his forehead. Your chest swells with pride; you have reduced the Prince of all Saiyans to this flustered mess.

“Get out.”

Vegeta’s voice startles you, especially because he’s telling you to leave. You frown, opening your mouth to tell him that after what you’ve done, he should treat you nicely, but he speaks again.

“Get. Out.”

“You’re such a fucking jerk!” You manage after a minute of staring at each other angrily before getting off his bed and practically sprinting towards the door.

You feel a little humiliated as you walk away from his room as fast as you can. Your blowjob must have been good by how fast he came, you would have thought he would be nice afterwards. Return the favor, even.

Freezing on your spot in the middle of the hall, you gasp.

No way. Vegeta is a virgin.

The more you realize that’s surely the case, the more embarrassed you feel. If you had known that before, you would have been a little more delicate about it, though you doubt Vegeta would have wanted to admit he’s in fact a virgin. Moreover, if you confront him about it now, he still probably won’t admit it. You consider apologizing for coming off so strongly, but you don’t want him to get mad at you for implying he’s inexperienced. But why else would he have told you to get out like that, too?

You’re more convinced about it when a couple of days go by and you don’t even see Vegeta. At all. He hasn’t even healed yet, but he’s nowhere to be found inside the house, at least not when you go over to check on him. And the gravity room is turned on, you can hear the vibrating sounds it produces. You would smack him if you could, but you’re pretty sure he’s avoiding you.

To your amusement, he walks by the kitchen when you’re there one time, and he freezes the moment you lock eyes with him. For a second, you assume he’s going to flee, but he walks in, doing his best to ignore your presence. It’s both insulting yet hilarious; he seems like a teenager who’s trying very hard to ignore his crush. You’re not sure he has a crush on you, but he sure acts like he’s incredibly embarrassed about it.

Your embarrassment and need to apologize fade away pretty quickly with this attitude he has now.

“Are you gonna ignore me the whole time?” You ask him as he sits by the table to eat. He doesn’t reply. “After I gave you the best blowjob of your life?”

You laugh when he sputters, spitting all the food he had in his mouth.

“You little vulgar woman!” He retorts, face red from both choking on food and from embarrassment.

“Oh, shut up, you liked it.”

“I-I- How dare you?!”

“How dare I? After you kicked me out of your room like that?”

“I don’t need to explain myself to a human like you.”

“I suppose you don’t,” You stand up from your seat, a little more angry than you’d like to admit. “But I would assume a prince would be a little more considerate, especially because I wouldn’t mind doing more things like that in the future.”

Vegeta gapes at you as you walk out the kitchen.

His attitude towards you doesn’t seem to change, he still avoids you whenever you’re at Capsule Corp. And you’re pissed, initially, but as days go by, you simply get used to the idea that he probably didn’t even want what you did to him in that room. Maybe he doesn’t even like you enough. You feel insulted, but you can’t blame him.

You were expecting more, though, so you do feel a little disappointed.

You run into Vegeta occasionally, mostly when you’re in the kitchen, and he keeps ignoring you, but you can feel his eyes on you as you move around. Neither of you speak to each other, and you’re getting used to the silence. But his eyes feel like they are burning holes right through you. And the more you get used to that feeling of being constantly watched, you start to feel like that in other moments throughout the day. Like when you’re in Bulma’s garden, or in her lab, helping her with whatever she needs.

It starts to get a little uncomfortable when you feel it as you walk back to your own house.

You aren’t sure if what you’re sensing is Vegeta’s eyes on you, but it certainly feels that way; after all, you don’t feel ki like the rest of your friends do. But if this is him you’re feeling nearby, then what the fuck is he doing?

“Vegeta,” You call for him one day when he walks by the living room in Capsule Corp. He stops in his tracks and looks at you without uttering a single word. “Are you stalking me?”

He freezes in his spot, and he looks at you with wide eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? Because I feel your eyes on me wherever I go.” Vegeta frowns, his fists clenching on his side. “If it’s not you, then I guess I have another stalker.”

“Stupid woman…” He mutters, and you roll your eyes.

“Vegeta, as a woman, I know when someone is following me.”

“What does gender have to do with that?!”

“It’s gonna take a while to explain.” You thinned your lips, looking him over. He looks slightly embarrassed, and you have to remind yourself that he’s an alien. You’re not sure why he would follow you around like that, or if this attitude has anything to do with misogyny. But you’re going to have to drag this out of him, especially if you want to know why. “Vegeta, I’m not mad at you, but… I just wanna know.”

He doesn’t reply, averting his eyes towards the nearest wall. You sigh. Maybe you are a little annoyed.

“Fine. Whenever you wanna talk, I’m sure you can find me.” You tell him, passing by him as you walk out the room.

You don’t think he would want to talk to you at all, at least not any time soon. So you’re surprised that night, when you’re about to walk into your own house to hear his voice right behind you, calling your name. You yell instinctively, startled, and turn around to slap your attacker, only to find yourself face to face with Vegeta.

“Relax, woman, it’s me.” He says, with a little amusement in his voice. Your hand has actually collided with his face, but he seems unfazed.

“Fuck, why did you scare me like that?! And what is your face made of?!” Your hand tingles; it feels as if you had hit a rock.

Vegeta chuckles when you hold your hand tightly to your chest. It makes your heart flutter to actually see him entertained by something, even if that something is you being in pain.

“Are you going to walk in?” He asks after a moment of silence.

You nod wordlessly, opening your front door before walking in with Vegeta trailing behind you. Your place is not nearly as huge as Bulma’s home, but it’s enough space for you, the living room and kitchen being more than enough for you to feel comfortable if you want to have people over.

“Your house is small.” Vegeta comments.

“More like, Bulma’s place is enormous.” You scoff. Leaving your bag on the couch, you turn to face him, trying not to show that you’re a little mad at his attitude. “Well? Have you or have you not been following me around these last few days?”

His shoulders tense visibly as his gaze connects with yours.

“I have been… following you.”

“Why?!”

Vegeta crosses his arms in front of his chest, but he doesn’t look as arrogant when he does it as he normally would; he actually looks wary.

“Isn’t that what human women like?” He asks with a slight edge on his voice.

“...What?” You stare at him, confused, as he turns his gaze towards the side, his cheeks flushing a light pink. You’re not exactly sure what he means, so you don’t even know how you should react.

“I’ve been watching those things you humans have on TV.” He says after a while, still avoiding your eyes.

“Huh?”

“You heard me!”

“I… I still don’t understand…”

Vegeta growls, brows furrowed and shoulders tensing even more as his eyes finally lock with yours.

“Human females like to be followed around, don’t they?! That’s what the TV showed!”

“I… Hold on, you’ve been following me because you think I like that?!”

Vegeta nods, and you look at him, bewildered and surprised, and a lot of other emotions at once. He has been following because he thought you like that. You have to briefly wonder what kind of shows he's been watching to get to that conclusion, but you also wonder why he would do something that he thought you might like to begin with.

“Ok, we have a lot to unpack here.” You say, taking a seat by the kitchen table. “I don’t know what you’ve been watching, but… women don’t like stalkers, okay?”

“Then why-”

“I can’t explain the entire human history to you right now, but trust me on this, okay?”

Vegeta looks at you, confused and with his brow still furrowed, but doesn’t argue. You try to organize your thoughts before speaking again.

“I wasn’t trying to hide my presence when I followed you.” He says, interrupting your thinking process. “That’s why you could feel I was watching you.”

“...Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Maybe to you, but I need you to say it. Especially after you stalked me for days.”

Vegeta groans, fidgeting in his spot and looking around the room to avoid your eyes.

“I was trying to court you…” His gaze finally meets yours, and you smile.

“Wow, did you like the blowjob I gave you that much?”

“You-you indecent little-”

You snicker when his entire face turns red for the umpteenth time. Half the time you have seen Vegeta, his face seems to be permanently red, and it’s all thanks to you.

“Vegeta, I told you that if you were nice to me, we could have done something like that again.”

“That-that’s what I was trying to do!”

“Oh…” You can’t help the smile slowly growing on your lips. “So, that was courting for you?”

He nods again, his eyes gauging your demeanor.

“How do Saiyans court, normally?” When Vegeta looks at you with a knowing gleam in his eyes, you scoff. “Oh, don’t tell me you fight people you wanna have sex with.”

“That’s exactly what we do.”

“I see, I guess that’s why you looked so terrified when I got close to you.”

“You silly woman, I was not terrified of you!”

You snicker when he yells at you, obviously nervous about the tone of this conversation.

“Then what was it?”

“I had no idea human females were so… forward.”

“Is that bad?”

“...No.” Vegeta seems genuine when he answers, so you don’t question him anymore. “Do you do those kinds of activities with other men?”

“What? No, of course not!” When he keeps staring at you, you feel the need to clarify. “I mean, only with the ones I like…?”

When Vegeta smirks, you feel your face heat up. If how much you were attracted to him wasn’t obvious before, it is now. As if you going down on him wasn’t enough of a sign. You stare at him as he approaches you, freezing on the spot as he leans down and puts his hands on the top rail of your chair, effectively caging you there. You wait for him to get even closer, to kiss you even, but he remains unmoved, his eyes fixed on your face.

“I don’t get it,” You start, licking your lips as you take a quick glance at his. “If fighting is how you pursue someone, then…”

“The fight isn’t always physical.”

“Oh…” You smile, slowly putting your hands on his shoulders. “I should argue harder, then?”

“I do like it when you argue with me.” He says, smirking.

Vegeta kisses you decidedly on the lips, one of his hands reaching for your cheek to cup your face. It surprises you that he would kiss you first, but he did say he has watched some TV shows, and the way his lips are gliding over yours seem enough proof that he had even been paying attention to this as well. This is softer and more sensual than the frantic kisses you exchanged the first time, and it warms your heart that he’s kissing you like this.

“Vegeta,” You whisper, pulling away to catch your breath. “Is this the first time you’re doing something like this?”

His eyes are dark, but as those words left your lips, he seems annoyed. You confirm it when he suddenly pulls away.

“Wait,” You grab his arm to keep him in place. “There’s nothing wrong with that! But…”

“But what?” He growls.

“I would have done things differently?”

He keeps his gaze focused on you, and as seconds pass by, you’re pretty sure he’s going to leave.

“Do you want me, Vegeta?” He doesn’t reply, but he doesn’t pull away from your touch either. Sliding your hand up his arm, you gently stroke his bicep, trying to be as comforting as you can. “I want you. I meant it when I said I want to do this with you.”

You trail your hand down his abdomen, stopping at the hem of his pants to emphasize your point.

“Tell me you want me… and I’ll show you some things.”

Vegeta eyes you intensely before he abruptly grabs both of your hands to pull you upwards, making you yelp as you stand up.

“I want you, you insufferable brat.”

You chuckle quietly as he leans in to capture your lips in a fiery, heated kiss. The more you kiss, the more unabashed he becomes about exploring your mouth and your body, his hands letting go of yours to wrap themselves around your waist. You hum contently, sneaking your arms around his shoulders and kissing him back just as hungrily.

In a matter of seconds, you feel his erection pressed insistently to your stomach, almost begging for attention. You step backwards a little, his grip on your body not letting you move much, but he seems to understand your reasoning. You guide him as best you can to your room without breaking the kiss, until the back of your knees touch your bed.

Vegeta pulls away first, practically pushing you down on the mattress as he stares down at you like a predator. You’re not entirely sure how much Vegeta knows about sex, and by the way he reacted before, you’re not going to test your luck and ask him now, not when you’re so close to being able to freely touch and please him. But he’s staring at you like he’s expecting something, so you open your mouth to nicely ask him if he knows what comes next, but he talks first.

“Use your mouth, like you did before.”

“Excuse me?” You quirk an eyebrow, staring at him incredulously.

“You heard me.” Vegeta says, looking as arrogant as ever.

“What’s the magic word?” You singsong, grinning widely. When he looks at you, confused, you clarify. “If you say ‘please’, I’ll do it.”

He growls quietly, seemingly considering not even doing it, but to your amusement, he does.

“Please.” He mutters quietly, momentarily glaring at you.

You keep smiling as you reach for his hand, gesturing for him to sit down on the bed next to you. When he does, you kiss him, tugging at his shirt to get it off him, only breaking the kiss when he pulls it up his arms.

It’s your intention to take things a little slow as compared to that first time, especially knowing that Vegeta is inexperienced when it comes to intimacy. You can show him how nice it is when foreplay is done right, so you aim to please, one of your hands sneaking towards the front of his pants to stroke him. He grunts, hips jerking into your touch as you trail your lips down his neck.

Vegeta is more impatient than you expect, as he suddenly slaps your hand away to pull down his skin tight pants. His dick bounces when he pushes down his underwear, and your conviction wavers; foreplay is important and all, but you want him in your mouth again. You wrap your hand around it, stroking it gently as you lick up his neck, softly nipping at his jaw, pleased to hear him groan when you do it.

One of his hands finds your shirt, pulling it swiftly off you, leaving you in your bra and pants. He stares at you as you stand up before sinking to the floor right in between his legs, moving your hands over his thighs. He shudders, his eyes threatening to close the closer you get to his erection. He groans loudly when you dart out your tongue and run it up his length before flicking it over the tip. Thrilled by his reaction, you smile cheekily at him before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

Vegeta is loud as you move your mouth and tongue over his dick, just as loud as he was the first time, and it sets fire to your insides knowing that you’re the one making him do all those wonderful noises. It takes you a couple of moves to get him to fully fit inside your mouth, but when the tip hits the back of your throat, he growls almost desperately. One of his hands finds your head, fingers threading through your hair and pushing you down for a moment before he lets you go. You don’t complain, only pulling back before bobbing your head up and down. You write a mental note to remind him not to push you too hard.

When his hips start snapping with urgency, and his groans get even louder, you recognize that he’s close to an orgasm. Keeping things slow, sliding your lips back towards the tip, you consider pulling away altogether. If he comes now, you’re going to have to wait for your turn. You don’t get to decide when he suddenly thrusts into your mouth, once again the tip grazing your throat, and he comes, gasping and spilling his load, making you swallow.

You pull away with a wet pop once his hips stop moving, steading yourself with your hands on his thighs. The sight of Vegeta post orgasm is truly something to behold; he’s panting and looking at you almost enamored, which you understand, considering this is only the second time he’s received a blowjob.

As soon as you stand up to get on the bed, his hands are on your hips, pulling down your pants and underwear in one move. You yelp as he basically throws you on the bed, crawling on top of you less than a second later. He’s staring at you carefully, taking in the sight of your body, and you take the opportunity to do the same. You can’t believe the fact that this man, currently naked on top of you, is going to be intimate for the first time in his life with you. His body looks like it’s been sculpted by Michelangelo himself, with skin surprisingly soft, you notice as you run your hands down his chest, despite his many scars. Surely he must have had plenty of chances to be with whoever he wanted in the past. Though it suddenly dwells on you that he might not even have had the chance, being under the control of a space tyrant and all.

Pushing your thoughts away, you notice Vegeta is staring at your chest, your bra the only piece of clothing still on your body. You move to take it off just as his hand reaches for one of your breasts, groping it gently once you’re fully naked. You choke back a gasp when his thumb brushes your nipple experimentally.

“Do you like that?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“Yeah…”

Vegeta hums in acknowledgement, once again running his finger over your nipple with a little more pressure. You don’t try to hide your moan this time, arching into his touch when he squeezed your flesh. His hand trails lower then, skimming down your waist and hip, caressing your body until he reaches your thigh. You have spreaded your legs a little to accommodate him when he got on top of you, so he could clearly see your entrance.

Sitting back, his hands spread your legs even more, exposing more of your sex to him, and you have to fight the urge to cover your face. You don’t mind that he looks at you, but this feels scrutinizing the more he stares. He swipes his thumb over your slit, making you flinch when he grazes your clit. He repeats the same action, this time with his eyes lingering on your face as he moves his finger over your sensitive skin, and you gasp when he touches your clit again.

Smirking as if he has found the secret to immortality, Vegeta runs two fingers up and down your entrance before pressing his thumb to your clit, purposely rubbing it. You can’t help the sounds spilling from your lips as he stimulates you with obvious intent, gripping the sheets tightly to anchor yourself. Your hips stutter when he suddenly presses two fingers, slowly sliding them inside you as you moan loudly. Despite his smug look, he’s handling you with extreme care, carefully gliding his fingers in and out of you.

For someone who was obviously naive when it comes to intimacy, it sure seems like he knows what he’s doing, especially when he presses his thumb to your clit again, moving it in time with the digits inside you. You only wish he would kiss you, but he looks content, staring down at you with dark hungry eyes as he pleasures you.

You’re not sure if Vegeta can read your mind, but he leans down, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss before pressing his lips down your neck. When he nibbles your jaw, you realize he is imitating what you did to him earlier.

You frown, a little confused, when you hear him taking a deep breath against the skin of your neck.

“Did you just sniff me?” You ask, moaning at the end when his fingers curl inside you.

“You smell pleasant.” Vegeta murmured into your ear.

“It-it’s the perfume…”

“No, it’s not that artificial scent you put on. You smell pleasant.”

You’re left speechless when his fingers start moving faster inside you. You mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close, and you gasp, surprised, when you notice his dick poking your stomach. You weren’t paying attention so you don’t know when he got his renewed erection, but you’re eager to have him inside you now that he’s available.

“Vegeta…” You moan, holding onto him tighter as he mouths at your neck. “Stop teasing me…”

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” He chuckles against your skin.

“I- Yes, but… I’m ready for you, ah!”

He turns to the side to kiss your lips, swallowing down all your noises as his tongue slides into your mouth. You hum, clinging to him desperately as his fingers keep touching you just right, getting you closer and closer to edge.

“Vegeta!” You call for him again as your legs start twitching. “If you don’t stop… I’m gonna…”

Pulling away from you, Vegeta watches your face carefully as he keeps up his moves, his digits curling and stroking your insides insistently. You moan, throwing your head back and digging your nails into his shoulders. Your hips move against his hand, seeking more of him as you feel warmth suddenly spreading inside you. You come with a shaky moan, your body trembling underneath him as your mind turns blank.

As you come down from your high, his fingers slide out of you, and you watch him bring them close to his face. You gasp in horror and embarrassment when he licks your release off his digits, and he stares at you with a smile, obviously amused at your reaction. You don’t dare to say anything, and you’re glad his only response to your surprise is a smirk.

Vegeta shifts, sitting back to position himself better in between your legs as he guides his cock to your entrance. You put your hands on his shoulders, bracing yourself when you feel the head nudging your skin.

“Slow…” You instruct him, looking down at his impressive length so close to your core. He is big, and you’re not sure if you can handle someone with that size who also happens to be an alien with superhuman strength (who also happens to be a mass murderer, but you don’t want to go there).

“I will not hurt you.” Vegeta says, glancing at you. His voice is flat, but the look he gives you is comforting enough to know that his words are genuine.

A strangled groan escapes his lips when he pushes inside you, and if you didn’t know any better, you would assume he’s being tortured. You hiss, the stretch feeling too much at once, and he isn’t even fully sheathed yet. He remains still for a moment before moving again, pushing more inside you.

“Fuck…” Vegeta grunts, holding onto you so tightly you know there’s gonna be marks on your skin. “You’re so tight…”

Once he’s up to the hilt, you gasp, closing your eyes tightly. You have never felt this full before, and it aches, muscles you have never been aware of stretching to accommodate his cock. He remains surprisingly still as both of you get used to the sensation. It surprises you how considerate he’s being at the moment; he must want to relieve himself, but he’s looking at you, obviously noticing that you’re not fully comfortable yet, so he stays still.

You reach for him, with a hand on the back of his neck to bring him down for a needy kiss. He grunts into your mouth, kissing you back rather shallowly as you hold him close. Your body soon relaxes, and you tighten your legs around his waist, letting him know that you’re ready for him to move. He pulls away enough to watch as his cock slides out of you before thrusting back in slowly. You moan when the tip hits inside you, filling you up to the hilt once more, and his dark eyes fix on your face, checking your reaction to ensure he hasn’t hurt you.

Vegeta keeps a surprisingly slow pace, carefully gliding in and out of you, handling you with such care, you would have never thought he’s one of the most powerful beings on the planet. It’s fine at first, you’re also getting used to his cock and the stretch, after a while you need more.

“Vegeta, you can go a little faster…” You say, locking eyes with him.

He looks at you with curiosity when you move one of your legs to prop it up his shoulder. He seems impressed by your flexibility (though you know being on a bed is what helps), and he smirks in response, one of his hands holding tightly onto your thigh.

You whimper loudly when he starts thrusting into you with newfound vigor. You know he must be holding back his strength, but damn if it feels like he can already snap you in half with the pace he’s currently setting. The bed is creaking insistently with every move of his hips, the headboard hitting the wall up to the point you think it might break. But you really don’t care if the bed splits in half, or if the wall comes down; all you care about is Vegeta and his wonderful cock currently ramming into you as a tight familiar warmth starts blooming in your lower abdomen again.

For a long moment, you forget that this is actually Vegeta’s first time, especially with how good it feels to have him inside you. But his body starts to shudder, and with a couple of powerful thrusts that makes pleasure run through your veins, he comes. You get to see his face, fully contorted in bliss, brows furrowed and mouth hanging open as his cock pulses inside you, filling you up to the brim and making you moan. He growls as he pumps into you, riding out his orgasm before he finally comes to a stop.

He leans over you, burying his face in your neck, panting as he comes down from his peak. Your legs shiver slightly, feeling the weight of his body on top of you and twitching in response; you didn’t get to come this time and it feels a little uncomfortable, but you’re not mad. You take his effort into consideration, and he did make you come before, so you’re content.

When you run your hands up and down his back soothingly, you feel his muscles tense after a moment.

“You didn’t finish.” Vegeta says, pulling back to look at your face.

“...I didn’t, but that’s ok. It’s not always necessary-”

He pulls away from you altogether with an angry grunt, making you hiss when his dick slips out, and for a second you think he might even leave. It startles you when you feel he’s rubbing himself against your lower lips, grazing your clit and making your legs shudder.

“Are you telling me human men don’t care if their partner finishes?” Vegeta asks, almost annoyed.

“Well… some of them don’t…”

“Then what’s the point?”

“Um…” It’s getting harder to think as he keeps stroking himself against you, a few quiet noises escaping you as you try to find the words to speak. “Intimacy, I guess…?”

Vegeta tuts, and you gasp when you feel his cock nudging your entrance in what surely must be a record time. You look down to see for yourself, and you’re still stunned he got hard again, just minutes after he had come. Saiyan stamina sure is something insane.

“To be clear,” Vegeta starts as he slowly eases himself inside you again. “You will always finish when you’re with me.”

His words sound almost like a threat, but every thought effectively leaves your brain once he’s fully inside you, and you stutter a moan when he starts moving, that heat in your stomach steadily growing back up and turning your brain into jelly.

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a question – a 'time after time' bonus chapter (armitage hux x reader)

time after time masterlist – (this chapter is set after 'close to you')

Summary: Cadet Hux ventures to your room to ask you a question

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; academy!reader and academy!hux; set pre-TFA; awkwardness; embarrassment; social anxiety; let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 7215

Author’s Note: okayyyyy we are back with a new bonus chapter!! I actually wrote this one a while ago and then thought I didn't like it, but after doing some editing I think I've brought it to a place where I'm pretty happy with it! ☺️

this is our second 'academy dream' which follows after the events of 'close to you.' as I mentioned in that author's note, I'm essentially positioning these in the 'time after time' canon as dreams that Hux has so that I can explore what Hux and reader's relationship might have looked like had they met at the academy 💕

I suppose the question here is: does it take Hux 7000 words to ask reader a question? (the answer is yes lmaoooo) 😆 I really hope you enjoy! 🥰

Hux was standing outside your door. And he was kriffing terrified. He had turned around in the corridors what felt like a hundred times, each time almost convincing himself that he should abandon his plan and retreat to his own room. ‘Almost’ being the key word. Because now he was standing outside your door.

He had thought of you every cycle since the party. He had replayed each moment of his time with you as he was trying to fall asleep, the comforting memory of your presence sometimes enough to coax him into unconsciousness for a few hours. He was certain that he had never had as much fun as he had in the flight sims with you. He didn’t have any of his designs with him, and his thoughts were far too scrambled by how close you were for him to remember any of the metrics for his ships that the sim required to configure an original model. He had been gripped with fear that you would be disappointed in him, but you had just offered him a sunny smile and asked him to choose random pre-set ships without telling you which ones they were so that you would have to guess at the flight mechanics during the sim. He wasn’t a very good co-pilot, given that he had only taken the bare minimum of flight requirements, and anything he had learned was momentarily erased from his mind by the fact that your hand would sometimes brush against his as you reached for different controls. You didn’t seem to mind that either though, since you smiled and you laughed and you talked to him. When you finally powered down the sim and he had walked you back to your room, you had even suggested that the two of you should do it again, and he could bring his designs next time. Hux was sure his enthusiastic response had been hardly coherent, but he was elated.

Now, though, he was kriffing terrified. And he was standing outside your door. The litany of fears that had almost convinced him to turn around so many times broke back into his thoughts as he stared at the dark metal. Maybe you hadn’t actually wanted to see him again and had only offered because it had been polite. People did that, right? Suggested doing something again even though they didn’t want to just because it was considered polite? But you had seemed to enjoy yourself. Was that politeness too? Hux understood the value of faking an expression when the situation called for it – maybe you were just trying to be nice even though you weren’t actually enjoying yourself. His heart was beating wildly out of control in the empty corridor. He feared it was so loud that the sound of it might be echoing against the metal of the hall. Maybe you could even hear it in your room.

Kriff, maybe you had found him to be unbearably awkward and completely incompetent at everything. After all, he reminded himself again, he had barely been able to focus on co-piloting the sim with you since he was completely captivated by listening to you speak, entirely transfixed by watching you expertly pilot the ship, wholly distracted by the sensation of your hand brushing against his occasionally. He was certain he had barely expressed one coherent thought to you in the couple of hours he had spent in the sim with you. He had tried – kriff had he tried – but then you would turn to him with a smile or you would laugh softly and suddenly his mind would go blank. Maybe he had made an utter fool of himself.

But he wasn’t sure he could live with himself if he didn’t at least try to see you again. And he had been trying. Each cycle he had gotten closer and closer to your room before turning around as his fears consumed him, painting his cheeks a humiliating pink as he hurried back to his own room. This cycle he had gotten all the way. He had to try. He needed to see you again.

He was certain he could almost feel his heart hitting the inside of his ribs with the force of its flurried beating as he raised his hand to press the buzzer. His anxieties reached a fever pitch, screaming almost incoherently at him as his finger hovered over the button. Then he pressed it. Instantly, everything in him went silent as his body was completely frozen over with fear and disbelief. He had done it. He couldn’t believe he had done it.

In the beat of nothing that followed, his thoughts roared to life again. Maybe he had gotten the wrong room. No, that was impossible because you had let him walk you here after finishing with the sims and he had encoded the location and number into his memory. Maybe you were in classes. No, that couldn’t be true either, because the digital signage that greeted him upon entering your wing had dispassionately informed him that it was a rest period for your cohort and quiet hours were being strictly enforced with double demerits for anyone who caused a disruption. So maybe you were sleeping. Oh kriff, he would never recover from the embarrassment if he had come to bother you while you were trying to rest. That thought was almost enough to make him turn on his heel and leave immediately. Then the door whizzed open.

The person standing in the doorway was not you. She had straight, dark hair tied back casually from her face and eyes that regarded him curiously. He immediately intuited that this must be Jeela.

“Can I help you?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. Hux swallowed. Jeela didn’t look like she had just woken up, and the lights in the room beyond her seemed to be on, so he allowed himself a small measure of relief that he hadn’t bothered you while you were sleeping. But also, you were probably in the room, just feet from him. And if he wanted to see you, then he needed to find some way to answer Jeela’s question, and he needed to do it now.

His voice was remarkably steady as he informed her that he had come to see you. One of her eyebrows lifted slightly, clearly in surprise. Nevertheless, she turned back into the room and called your name.

“There’s someone here to see you,” she added, presumably to a question from you that Hux couldn’t hear.

He didn’t even have time to prepare himself before you appeared, stepping somewhat tentatively toward the doorway. The sight of you alone was enough to stop most of his normal functioning. Even his treasured memories could hardly compare to the reality of you standing just in front of him. A flash of recognition passed across your face and then you looked almost… excited. You gave him a bright smile and everything in him went weak. It was a miracle he was able to stay upright, that nearly impossible feat only achieved thanks to his years of being drilled into perfect attention at all times.

“Hi Armitage,” you said softly. If he had been a droid, no doubt all of his sensor suites would be blinking uncontrollably, little sirens going off to indicate he had reached his maximum computational capacity.

He tried to stutter out his own greeting, but only half of it came out, and even that was garbled. You didn’t seem to care at all.

“It’s quiet hours – you’ll get in trouble if any administrators come through on hall checks. Why don’t you come in,” you offered, shooting a quick glance at Jeela as though to see if she was alright with the prospect. Hux had almost forgotten Jeela was there at all. She just shrugged and pushed herself off the doorframe, disappearing back into the room.

Wait. You were inviting him inside. He had not calculated for this. He knew what to do if you had stayed in the doorway. He knew what to do if you had stepped into the hall to talk to him. He even knew what to do if you had suggested the two of you talk elsewhere. He had not planned for a scenario in which you invited him inside.

He had never assumed you would be interested enough to invite him in. He had never assumed you would be comfortable enough to invite him in. Inviting him in suggested a lengthier conversation. It suggested you were at least somewhat enthusiastic about his presence. As he reworked these new calculations, their results causing heat to flood through him, he realized he was still standing in the hallway. You had invited him inside. He needed to go inside.

With a little duck of his head that was both a pathetic gesture of thanks and a failed attempt to hide the red that was climbing steadily into his cheeks, he stepped toward the doorway. You moved back slightly, letting him enter the room. As soon as he was inside, he realized he had completed the only step in the hasty plan he had constructed, and he had no idea what to do next.

Just as he was trying to untangle his mess of thoughts and figure out what the next normal action would be, you reached toward him, and he was frozen on the spot, his thoughts still a snarled mess. Your arm passed just fractions of an inch from him as you pressed the button to close the door behind him. His face was blazing. He should have moved. It would have been normal to move. But you were so close to him. He couldn’t move. He was sure you could sense his ragged breathing as clearly as he could already feel the comforting warmth that seemed to radiate from you.

You retracted your arm then and offered him a little smile. The potential courses of action he was attempting to assemble in his mind went clattering to the ground.

“Um, here – why don’t you sit?” You turned your attention to the desk that he suddenly realized he was standing next to. You had pulled out the chair, offering it to him, but then a little exclamation left your mouth.

“Oh! Sorry, I was studying – all my things are still out.” In a flurry of activity, you shuffled your datapad and notes and a few other items that had been spread out on the surface of the desk. Tucking them into a neat stack off to the side, you indicated to the chair again with an inviting smile.

Sitting down was probably within his capabilities. He sank into the chair, folding his long limbs inwards as he tried not to disturb anything. He should probably say something. He gathered his remaining senses and attempted to take a subtle deep breath.

“Thank you,” he murmured, mildly impressed the words came out of his lips at all. That was a start. “You didn’t need to move your things on account of me – they—they didn’t bother me at all.” Had he just articulated a nearly coherent sentence to you? He didn’t want to congratulate himself too soon, but he did allow himself to relax just slightly. Maybe he could actually do this after all.

“Oh, it’s no trouble,” you assured him. “I needed to clean them up anyway since I’ll be going to bed before too much longer.” You stood in front of him for a moment, your hands folded in front of you, unconsciously twining and unentwining your fingers. Hux watched the movement fixedly, vividly remembering how your hand felt clasped in his, recalling the sparks each brush of your fingers set off on his skin. He really wanted to reach forward and take your hands in his, to ease your nervous gesture and savor the glowing sensation of your touch. But he understood only too distinctly that he could not do that. He tried to clear the image from his mind. He caged his hands in his lap.

You seemed to realize that you were still standing then, and you shuffled back slightly to perch on the edge of what must have been your bed. The space was not large at all, and you were so close to him, his bent knee not far from touching yours. He wasn’t sure he had ever felt this lightheaded while he was sitting down.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Jeela announced, causing Hux to snap his attention around to the other half of the room that clearly belonged to her. There was little to differentiate the sparse furnishings: the small room was a mirror image on each side, both halves populated with a regulation-issued bed, bedside table, desk, and chair, with a shallow closet inset into the wall near the foot of each bed. His eyes flicked over the dark walls and matching furniture and linens as he tried to ground himself, situating himself in the space. Certainly it looked just like every other room in any of the dormitory areas of the ship, inspected nearly daily to ensure it met regulation. But also, it was yours. You lived here. And you had invited him inside. His chest was feeling a little staticky.

The door whizzed open and shut behind him, presumably as Jeela left for the common refreshers. His eyes found you as you looked up to watch her leave. When the automatic lock clicked back into place, your attention returned to him and his reasoning abilities suffered under your soft gaze.

“It’s actually perfect that you came,” you said, and Hux could tell that you seemed genuinely excited. The buzzing in his chest increased considerably. “Because I was trying to message you.” You leaned forward to pull your datapad off the desk and flipped it open. “But since you’re in the engineering program, and I’m in the navy officers’ program, it wouldn’t let me do it with just your name – isn’t that silly? Just because we’re in slightly different advanced programs there’s an extra layer of required info just to be able to message each other. Anyway, I needed your student number too, which I didn’t know.”

You handed him your datapad, the screen pulled up to a message request screen, his name already filled in, the cursor blinking on the space for his student number. You had tried to message him. This whole time he had been inching closer and closer to your room each cycle, thinking himself out of it every time, and you had been trying to message him. The static in his chest must have spread to his head. All of his thoughts felt fuzzy as he struggled to regulate his breathing.

“Oh, sorry! But you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” you said instantly, pulling the device back slightly. Your face folded with embarrassment. “Sorry, I—I shouldn’t have assumed that you wanted me to message you. I— never mind.”

You had almost withdrawn the datapad entirely when Hux reached out on instinct and caught it, for once grateful for his long, gangly limbs. Your eyes were still nervous when you flicked your gaze to his. Stars, if only you know how kriffing much he wanted you to message him.

“Please,” he entreated quietly, gently pulling on the device to ease it back toward him, “you’re welcome to— well, I’d love for you to message me.” He had awkwardly traded a lukewarm sentiment that he thought would be expected for one that was certainly far too strong, even if it better articulated his true feelings. Why couldn’t this just come naturally to him? You didn’t seem to care about the faltering expression though, because the embarrassment faded from your features and you broke into a beaming smile that stilled all of Hux’s movement instantly.

“Oh! Well, wonderful, because I’d love to message you too! And, well, I did try, but it just…” You had released the datapad into his hands, and your sentence trailed off as you gestured vaguely to the screen that was demanding his student number. He looked at the empty box. You’d love to message him. He needed to input his student number. You’d love to message him. He’d had his student number memorized for years. You’d love to message him. What was his student number?

He blinked rapidly, trying to force himself to focus. If he wanted to message you, he needed to put in his student number. That knowledge was enough for him to fight through the staticky feeling that lingered in his mind and withdraw the required information from his cluttered mess of thoughts. He tapped the number into the box and double and triple checked it. Then he pressed the button to submit the request. After a moment of processing, the screen informed him that the message request had been sent successfully. Kriff, he wished he had his datapad with him so he could accept the request immediately. He handed the device back to you.

“I don’t have my datapad with me,” he apologized as you took the device and set it back on your desk, “but I’ll accept the request when I return to my room.”

“Oh, yes, of course! Whenever you have time is fine,” you assured him. It would be his first action immediately upon getting back to his room.

“Did, um… did you come for a particular reason?” you asked then. “I mean, I’m just glad you came! So, you didn’t have to have a reason, but I just didn’t know if you… did. Have a specific reason, that is.” You half buried your face in your hand then, as though embarrassed by your rush of words.

He was still processing the fact that you said you were glad that he had come, and that he didn’t need to have a reason. Did that mean he could stop by and see you again? That wasn’t precisely what you had said, but your words did imply it. Then he realized you had asked him a question. Did he have a particular reason for coming? Kriff, he did. He had somehow convinced himself that he would never get to the part of the conversation where he would actually need to tell you what that reason was, despite the fact that it had been one of the initiating factors for this whole trip. Well, that and just seeing you again. But he did have a reason. And you were asking for it. So he needed to tell you. He took a deep breath even as he knew his cheeks were flooding with pink.

“I um… I submitted one of my designs to a competition for cadets in the engineering program. And it— uh… it won, so…” He heard an excited gasp escape your lips and he looked up.

“Armitage, that’s wonderful! Congratulations!” In your genuine enthusiasm, you had reached across the small space between the two of you and caught his fingers in yours. You squeezed them lightly as though to emphasize your words before releasing them, but the gesture had effectively stopped nearly everything within Hux. Though the contact was brief, it left a glowing warmth on his skin that was beginning to sink into his body, causing little shivers to race through him. He stared almost uncomprehendingly at his fingers. You had touched him. Easily. Casually. Happily.

He tried to get his mouth to form the rest of the words to explain his reason for coming, but the sounds kept getting caught in his throat. You had touched him. He swore he could almost see fireworks going off on his hands, sending shimmering, golden sparks whirling in ecstatic spirals from the places where your fingers had touched his. In his deepest hopes, he had wished you would touch him again, but he hadn’t thought it would be so soon. He never thought it would be now.

When he tuned back into his senses, he realized his breathing was uneven. Kriff, he had been so stunned by the sudden, glorious contact with you that he had completely derailed his own thoughts. He couldn’t just sit there in silence looking at his hands, you’d think he was utterly deranged. What had he been saying? Right – he had been explaining the reason for why he had come to see you. He attempted to steady his breaths enough that he thought he would be capable of forming coherent words.

“And I won two passes to the officer’s dining hall.” It was a privilege sometimes granted to upper-level cadets for things like winning a competition or an outstanding academic record. It offered the rare opportunity to eat something other than nutrition bars. Hux didn’t really care about that though. He didn’t mind the nutrition bars, and he had never had any real desire to eat in the officer’s dining hall, even though many of his peers fantasized about it. That was why he had never entered this competition until now even though they ran it most terms – he just didn’t care about the prize. Until now. Until you.

“I’ve heard the food there is really good,” you said. “I knew someone last year who got a pass for acing a difficult test and she said there was a huge selection. You must be so excited to try it!” Kriff, your genuine enthusiasm on his behalf was making his whole body feel staticky. He needed to focus. He had to ask you.

“I was actually thinking— well, the reason I came to see you…” He suddenly had to grip the edge of the chair to keep himself steady as blood rushed into his head, pounding in his ears. Stars, he was so nauseous. He couldn’t believe he had made it this far. He truly had never planned for a scenario where he got to the point of actually asking you this. Probably because he knew subconsciously that if he had planned for it, he never would have come. Because what if you said no?

What if he asked, and you weren’t interested? What if you were horrified or disgusted? What if you laughed at him for suggesting such a thing? He would never recover from it. But you were excited that his design had won. You had touched him. Kriff, you had touched him. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself, only to find that he was shaking uncontrollably. Maybe he would just pass out and he would never need to ask you. No. He needed to ask you.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come to the officer’s dining hall. To get a meal. With me.” The words came out in such a flurried rush that he wasn’t even sure they were coherent. They probably weren’t. He pressed a hand to his face, unable to look at you. Everything in him was hot, and he was sure every inch of his pale, freckled skin was humiliatingly pink. He thought he was going to throw up. Maybe he should just get up, leave your room, and throw himself down the nearest garbage chute.

“Armitage, that’s so thoughtful – I would love to! But are you sure you want to spend your second pass on me? You could go twice if you wanted.”

Hux looked up immediately, his hand falling away from his face. You… you would love to go. With him. He searched your features, his roiling anxieties telling him it was somehow a joke. But he found nothing but enthusiasm in your expression. You actually wanted to go with him. His eyes continued to flick over your face, and then he detected just a trace of nervousness. Why were you nervous? Most of his reasoning faculties had shut down after he had heard that you would love to go with him, but you had said something else. He tried to replay the sentence. Oh, you were nervous because you weren’t sure he should spend his second pass on you, because he could go twice. He almost could have scoffed at that. The only reason he got them at all was to go with you. But you didn’t know that. You were being generous. He needed to say something so that you wouldn’t be nervous.

“No, I—I would very much like for you to go. With me. If you want.” He was painfully aware that the words were still awkward and hedging, but he was still having a hard enough time processing the fact that he had actually asked you, much less that you had said yes.

“If you’re certain, then yes, I’d love to go with you!” you exclaimed, and even Hux’s fears couldn’t find a reason to doubt your words from the happiness that was clearly written on your face.

You’d love to go you’d love to go you’d love to go. The thought was dancing in giddy circles through his head, and the fireworks that had cascaded over his hands were now popping and fizzing across his entire body, leaving trails of sparkling light behind. You’d love to go.

“Excellent. Perfect.” Hux couldn’t come up with any words that properly expressed his enthusiasm. “When would you like to go?” Stars, he wanted to go right that instant, to have an excuse to keep talking to you, to keep spending time with you, but he understood that was unrealistic. Your face fell a little and was overtaken by an expression of mild frustration. You reached for your datapad again.

“My schedule’s a little complicated right now,” you explained as you tapped at the device, likely bringing up your calendar. “Because I’m in Flight Mechanics for Complex Environments, but it’s the advanced section, so we have additional modules in the sims. But for whatever reason, our instructor only schedules them for a week at a time rather than all the way through the term, so I never know exactly what my schedule will look like, and I’m still waiting for her to publish the module times for next week.” You heaved a sigh and made a little gesture of annoyance that was utterly endearing despite the frustration that Hux realized had motivated it. His heart did a little flip in his chest.

“That’s completely fine,” he rushed to assure you. “Once you know, you can message me if you would like, and we can schedule something from there.” He was almost stunned by the clarity with which he had proposed the idea. The suggestion sounded… normal – it was a normal and reasonable thing to suggest. A little rush of pride washed through him.

“You’re right – that’s a great idea,” you responded, the brightness in your expression returning as you set your datapad back down. You thought it was a great idea. Yes! He was doing well at this!

After a moment, your face fell a little, and Hux’s celebratory mood along with it. His mind instantly concocted a thousand scenarios for the change in your expression, first among them was that you had finally realized what you agreed to and were regretting it. Why would you want to go to the officer’s dining hall with him? Why would you even want to be seen with him? Or spend time with him? The sick feeling in his stomach returned.

“I um…” you started quietly, your eyes flicking away from him as you absently picked at the black fabric of your covers. Hux’s full attention was locked on you. He was barely breathing as he strained to hear what you would say next, already filling in a hundred ways for you to say you were no longer interested in going with him.

“I wanted to apologize,” you said softly. Hux was certain he had not done well at repressing the look of complete shock on his face. Apologize? Apologize for kriffing what? He flipped back through every treasured interaction he had had with you, and – as he had expected – found not a single thing you should feel like you needed to apologize for.

“I was going to do it over messages, but I guess I’ll say it now. Since you’re here.” You took a little breath that trembled around the edges. You still weren’t looking at him. Now Hux was feeling sick for an entirely different reason. He didn’t want you to feel the need to apologize for anything. As far as he was concerned, you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“I’m sorry for how I was in the sims,” you said finally, exhaling all the words in one long breath. “I—I think I was kind of overexcited and I didn’t let you do much of the flying. And I just— usually it’s just me in there, so I didn’t think about it, but I should have been more aware of that. And then I was thinking about it later, and I… Well, I was worried that maybe you didn’t have a very good time. Because of me. So I wanted to say sorry for that. And—and if you wanted to do it again sometime, I promise I’ll be better and um… and more cognizant. But I also understand if it wasn’t very fun for you and if you don’t want to go again. That’s fine too.” Your flood of words came out in a rush then. When you had finished, you finally looked at him again, and the worry he could see in your eyes was cutting through him.

Oh no. Oh kriff. You thought he didn’t have a good time. Because of you. Oh kriff kriff kriff how was he ever supposed to tell you that he was fairly certain he had never had a better time in his whole life because of you? He was halfway between crying for the first time in years and dissolving completely into panic. He needed you to not be worried about this. The idea of you thinking that somehow he hadn’t enjoyed himself and that any part of that was related to you was actually starting to make bile rise into his throat. How the kriff was he supposed to articulate that to you when he had almost thrown himself into a garbage chute over asking if you would like to get a meal with him? But he was becoming increasingly aware that he needed to say something, and he needed to say it soon, because otherwise you would probably take his silence as confirmation that your fears were true, even though they couldn’t be further from the truth.

“No, no, no, not at all.” It was a start at least, but he needed to say something else, something more reassuring.

“I really enjoyed myself.” A paltry way to express that those couple hours he had spent with you were some of the best he had ever experienced. But he knew anything further would be far beyond his capacity to articulate without risk of becoming completely nonfunctional. He needed to say something more though, something that proved his words were true. He forced himself to think. Was there a specific moment he could point to that he had enjoyed? Kriff, he had enjoyed all of it. And he certainly couldn’t say that most of his focus had been on everything about you: your voice, your laughter, your smile, if and when you were going to brush against his hand again. Blast it, he barely remembered the sim at all. Wait. He could say that. Kind of.

“And it’s actually me who should be apologizing – I fear I was not a very good co-pilot at all.” Hux was almost stunned into silence by his own words. That was precisely what he wanted to say. He shook his head slightly, making himself keep going.

“I’ve only taken the basic required flight courses, so I’m certain I wasn’t much help. And anyway, I…” His sudden burst of confidence deflated abruptly. He flexed his fingers nervously, hoping the movement might ease the words from his mouth.

“I enjoyed watching you fly. You… you’re really good at it.” He had barely managed a whisper, and he could already feel the heat coursing through his face. He had certainly gone way too far – that had not been the correct thing to say, even if it was true. His eyes were fixed on the dark, polished floor, cheeks blazing, waiting for you to say you wanted him to leave now.

“Really?” Your small question brought his gaze back up to you instantly, even before he could think about it. The only emotion he could read on your face was disbelief. He realized the beat of silence it took him to recalculate things was probably a bit too long, that he should have said something more quickly, but he had needed time to readjust.

“Really,” he promised. “And I would really like to go again,” he added, trying to ride the wave of bravery brought on by the knowledge that you hadn’t seemed at all put off by his confession. “And I can bring my designs if you want.” Stars, he would probably pass out for real if you flew his designs and liked them, but even the prospect of that humiliation was not enough to stop him from wanting it so desperately that it made the edges of his words tremble just a little.

“Yes, Armitage, I’d love that!” The genuine enthusiasm in your voice coupled with your bright smile immediately reduced all of his thoughts to delighted static. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware that he should probably say something back, not just stare at you wordlessly. He simply breathed the word ‘okay’ into the small space between you, still too entirely captivated by the radiant light of you to produce anything further. Oh kriff you’d love to go with him and have him bring his designs and then you could fly them and you might even like them and then maybe you’d touch him again and what if you held his hand again and what if you liked that too and you were going to go to the officer’s dining hall with him and you were excited for that as well and then maybe you’d enjoy your time with him there and then want to spend even more time with him after. Hux struggled to process everything that had just happened and what it all meant. He would need to think through this further later, because right now his glowing cloud of elated thoughts was making him feel so lightheaded he feared he might actually be wavering on the chair.

He had almost gotten to the point of trying to say something else to you when he was suddenly snapped back into the present as the door whirred open and Jeela reentered the room. That meant his time alone with you was ended for the moment. He could only bear that thought with some measure of forbearance because he knew he would have more time with you later. He also understood that Jeela’s reentry and your comment about going to bed soon meant he needed to leave.

He was preparing to do just that when Jeela made a move he had not expected. She strode past him and came to land on your bed, sitting next to you.

“Sorry I didn’t introduce myself before,” she said, “I think I was in shock, because this one,” she mock-punched you and you dodged her hand with a little laugh, “never has guests. But I’m Jeela Mitaka.”

“Armitage Hux,” he responded on instinct with a little duck of his head. This was an exchange he understood well. Jeela’s expression quirked into one of mild surprise.

“Oh! The one you told me about from the party?” she asked you, and you seemed to fumble with your words for a minute as a sort of shy embarrassment fell over your features. Then you just nodded in confirmation when nothing was forthcoming from your lips.

You… you had told Jeela? About him? He had hoped to be able to keep himself composed in front of your roommate, but he knew his face was steadily pinking again. Stars, what had you told her? Why did you seem shy or embarrassed all of a sudden? Kriff, what had you told her? The very idea that you would tell her anything about him, that he was that noteworthy to you, was truly making it quite difficult for him to breathe.

“Come on,” she playfully jostled you with her shoulder, “you should have told me I was in the presence of a hero.” She flicked her gaze to him then, her words more serious: “thanks for saving my roommate from a panic attack, Hux. That was really nice of you to do.”

Oh no. This was bad. This was really bad. Well, actually it was good. So good. So kriffing good. But also it was bad. Because now Hux was going to black out for sure, right then and there. If he had been a droid, there would be wisps of smoke rising from him as his control panels popped open, loose wires and springs bursting free from their casings as he malfunctioned entirely. He wasn’t going to be able to come back from this.

You had told Jeela that he had saved you from your panic attack, which was far from true – he had barely done anything – but somehow you thought he had? Jeela had considered him a hero – although he knew her tone was slightly joking, but still – did that mean that was how you had presented him to her? As a hero? He tried to swallow but his throat was so dry. One of his hands gripped at the edge of the chair again, the other arm wrapped around his torso as he tried to keep himself from physically shaking. He wasn’t sure it fully worked. His mind and body were reacting like his modeling programs when he wasn’t patient enough to wait for all the metrics to load and render before he added more – he was struggling to process this information.

“I didn’t do much,” he was finally able to stammer out, the words only pulled from his mouth by the knowledge that if he sat there silently twitching for one more second, you would be seriously reevaluating your far-too-generous praise of him. “But I was happy to help.”

He dared to glance up at you then, a bold move considering that even under normal circumstances your warm gaze and soft smile were enough to empty his mind of all thoughts. The way you were looking back at him was still shy, but also almost… glowing? Was that possible? It must have been, because all of a sudden it felt like he was standing in a sunbeam, the golden warmth soaking into his skin and down to his very bones. Everything in him felt soft.

“I’ll let you get some sleep,” he said hoarsely. He was suddenly painfully aware that if he lingered one more minute under the glowing light of you, he might never be able to force himself to leave.

He gathered his remaining senses – there weren’t many left to him. He tried to feel each of his limbs, to sense if he might be able to stand without faltering. Maybe he should falter though, then you might catch him, your warm hands pressed against him, sending fireworks exploding across his skin. No. He couldn’t do that. In his current state, he might start crying if you touched him again, despite how he longed for you to do so. He couldn’t risk it.

He pushed himself up to stand, and you echoed the motion. Oh kriff, the room was so small, and you were so close to him now. He had stood surprisingly steadily, but now that steadiness was being severely compromised by the way he thought he would be able to almost feel you breathing if he inched just slightly closer. No. No no no no. He couldn’t do that. He needed to leave before he ruined everything.

You might have thought he was a hero, but he knew that he was a fumbling, awkward mess, and it would take just one wrong move for you to see it too. Then you would never want to see him again and then he would never see you smile at him again or hear your warm laugh and then you wouldn’t touch him again, and those thoughts were making him feel quite ill. He swallowed the bile that was threatening to rise further into his throat. He had to focus on the positive: you were going to the officer’s dining hall with him, you wanted him to bring his designs to the sims next time, and – for the moment at least – you thought he was a hero. He just needed to act normally enough that you would still want to spend more time with him.

He took a quiet deep breath and tried to offer you what he hoped was a smile. That was a normal thing to do, right? A good expression that would assure you that he was happy? Kriff, it probably looked so wrong and stiff on his face. Even if it did, you were gracious enough to return the smile, beaming at him happily in a way that almost made him fall back into the chair.

He turned toward the door, and he could sense you following just behind. He was also aware of Jeela still sitting on the bed, watching the interaction unfold with curious eyes. He needed to be normal, he reminded himself, he needed to be someone you would want to spend more time with.

“Thank you so much for coming, Armitage,” you said as you pushed the button to open the door, and he could hear the sincerity in your voice.

“Of course,” he replied, forcing the words from his still-dry throat as he moved toward the doorway. He just needed to not kriff this up in the last few paces out the door.

“I’ll message you!” you promised as he stepped through the doorway, and he ducked his head in acknowledgement. He could already imagine the absolute elation he would feel when he saw your name pop onto his datapad screen with a message.

“Bye, Armitage!” you said with a little wave as the door whizzed shut. He raised his hand in an echoing gesture that he hoped you saw before the door closed entirely.

In the quiet corridor, he took a breath so deep it filled his whole thin frame. His thoughts were still a scrambled mess. So much had happened in the brief time he had spent with you. He had so much information he needed to sort out and make sense of. But first and foremost, he needed to return to his room and approve your message request as soon as possible so you could message him. Jolts of excited electricity burst through him at the thought, and he hurried back through the corridors, happier than he could ever remember being. You were going to message him.

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