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kingkaisen · 13 days ago

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୨୧ FAMILY CHAOS ୨୧

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: one year ago, you & your husband, Satoru, adopted two of his teenage students, Yuji & Megumi. Also, your biological daughter is now five years old, and it seems that every member of the Gojo household is experiencing their fair share of troubles and keeping secrets, yourself included. What exactly is going on this week?

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 18+ ONLY || fluff, angst, brief description of smut, brief descriptions of violence, canonverse, fem reader, mentions of depression, skipped meals, & suicidal thoughts, pregnancy, & gojo being the best dad and husband ever!

♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: . . . 9k . . . :)

♡ — 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: this fic is part of my dad!gojo series, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary. || artwork by @/3-aem, ribbon dividers by @/cursed-carmine!

YOUR STORY — DAY ONE

Two positive pregnancy tests rested in the palm of your hand, one showing two vertical pink lines, while the other casually presented the utterly life-changing word: Pregnant.

How unsurprising.

It was only a matter of time — after all, your husband was like an animal, tossing, turning, and twisting you every possible way whenever he could get some alone time with you.

It was impossible to know which night of love-making had led to your current conundrum: Was it the night all of your kids spent their Saturday evening elsewhere? Or, perhaps, the time Satoru had you in a mating press position on a hotel bed? No, it had to have been the time he returned home from a mission amidst your solo shower, and his lack of patience led to him slipping in behind you, and furthermore, slipping into you, all the while his hand-

“Ready?”

Satoru’s voice suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts. He stepped out of the master bathroom, buttoning up his shirt as he walked. You quickly hid the pregnancy tests under your thigh while his all-knowing blue eyes weren’t on you.

“Ready for what?” You said nervously.

“Don’t tell me the same person who rambled on and on about wanting to go to the festival already forgot about it,” Satoru glanced at you briefly. He approached your dresser, grabbing his blacked-out sunglasses. “The kids are waiting. I don’t think Yuji’ll be too happy if he misses the lantern show. And you and I need to do that thing where we share a churro and kiss at the end-”

“Okay, okay, I’m almost ready.”

Despite your words, you hadn’t yet risen from your spot on the edge of the bed.

Satoru turned to face you. He frowned with concern. “You alright?”

The truth was that you weren’t ready to tell Satoru that, soon, there would be another addition to the Gojo household. Your hesitation was odd. This was something you both wanted, and yet . . .

And yet, the news, while delightful, was also worrisome, as the Gojo household was currently experiencing its fair share of troubles within the past couple of months — and you weren’t quite sure what adding a newborn baby to the mix would do.

Stressful times tended to occur when over half of the beloved household fought curses and curse users, both of which were more active during the summer season.

Satoru was occasionally away on important trips to other countries and continents. Your adopted teenagers, Megumi and Yuji, — who had been part of your family officially for a solid year now — were often injured in battle. Meanwhile, Maya, your biological daughter, was arriving closer and closer to starting elementary school.

Your little girl learning all sorts of things about math, animals, and books that were longer than ten, twenty pages was a beautiful sight to see.

She was no longer a toddler, but rather, a child now, and was learning all sorts of things such as numbers that went beyond ten, beyond twenty, and even beyond fifty. There were animals — insanely cool ones, more exciting than the cows and sheep she learned about in preschool — who lived in either the forests or the sea!

There were moments of tragedy of course, such as the day she learned that her dear parents, her beloved mom and dad, were not named Mom and Dad.

Oh, the poor girl cried and sobbed, her chubby cheeks puffy and wet with tears, all while Satoru held her and softly explained to her that he would always be her daddy, she would always address him as so, but in truth, his name was Satoru Gojo.

And your name was not simply Mom or Mommy.

What a troubling day.

But that part was fine. Everything from giggling while you or her dad marked her height by using a pencil to draw a line above her head on her doorframe, enthusiastically saying, “you’re getting so big now!” to learning to sing and dance along to classic Barbie films, to crying her eyes out when she fell down during a game of tag with her friends were all parts of getting older, and it was fine.

Her having to go days or weeks at a time without seeing her dad was not.

Having to soothe her worries and fears whenever Yuji and Megumi returned home from missions with new scars and scratches decorating their skin was not.

And, worst of all, her becoming aware of her own cursed energy and being able to see those terrifying creatures was not.

A few weeks ago, after Maya saw her very first curse across the street while going down a slide at a playground, Satoru had to sit his daughter down and explain everything to her. It was a task that broke his heart.

Afterwards, he crawled into bed with you, sighing heavily.

“She was just learning about the alphabet around what, one, two, three years ago?” Satoru exhaustedly rested his head on your lap, staring up at you with sad, blue eyes. “God, I can’t keep up. She’s growing up so fast. And now she’s seeing curses. I knew this day would come, but now her childhood will never be the same.”

You turned on the lamp on your nightstand with a light tap at the base of it. With your other hand, you gently stroked the spot between Satoru’s furrowed brows with your thumb as his long legs stretched out across your enormous bed.

“We just have to teach her not to be afraid of them. Just as we explained what curses are, we have to explain to her who she is.”

The daughter of the world’s strongest sorcerer, she was.

“I thought I was ready for this. Looking after Megumi when he was a kid, learning about his power, and trying to protect him from that sick Zenin clan . . . thought that experience would prepare me for this. I thought I was ready, but I’m not. Now we have to teach our muffin and protect her from the jujutsu society as a whole.”

“Tell me about it,” you frowned. “I get at least ten emails daily from the higher-ups, all of them wondering if she’s ready to start training. She’s five years old. I told them all to go to hell.”

Satoru laughed softly, then he yawned before he started to speak again.

“I’m sure she’ll want to become a sorcerer, but if she does, I want it to be her decision. I don’t want her to feel pressured to follow in my footsteps, get what I mean?”

Your fingertips started to mess with the strands of Satoru’s white hair.

“I think the best choice would be to work with her, make sure she understands what curses are and what she can do, but also do everything we can to give her a normal life. I don’t care if she learns a cursed technique before she learns how to multiply, but no one will take her childhood away from her.”

With that, you and Satoru sealed off the end of your conversation with a kiss, but nothing more, as about five minutes later, gentle pitter-patter could be heard from the hallway as your daughter made her way to your room and hopped into your bed, snuggling right in between you and Satoru.

After seeing her first curse, she was much too scared to sleep alone.

Dealing with Maya’s current situation had your hands full. Along with all the additional chaos surrounding your entire family, you were also busy being the multitasking mother and wife everyone needed you to be. Keeping everyone fed, healthy, and happy was quite the challenge, especially when you could do very little to keep them safe in a world possessed by such evil — and they were the ones who had to fight against it. Not to mention the horrific fact that your son was quite literally possessed by the embodiment of evil — Sukuna.

Oh! And if that wasn’t enough, Satoru’s other students, old and new, often came to you for motherly love and affection they could never experience elsewhere. Though you welcomed everyone with open arms, you were tired.

Tired, and, apparently, pregnant.

—

“Alright, everyone ready? Everyone have their coats? Anyone have to pee before we hit the road?” Satoru, who stood before the double front doors of your home, scanned his watchful eyes over the bunch.

“The festival’s only fifteen to twenty minutes away,” Megumi said.

“And I bet Yuji’ll have to pee in ten.” Satoru darted his eyes across the dark-haired boy’s casual outfit, which amounted to a short-sleeved black shirt and a pair of grey jeans. “And you’re not wearing a coat.”

Suddenly, Satoru felt a tiny tug at the back of his pants leg. Turning around, he caught sight of Maya — just when did she get behind him?

With a smile, he reached down to ruffle the young girl’s hair, noting the nervous look on her face. After her first experience with a curse, it was quite rare for the young girl to not have eyes that glistened with pure fright.

“At least this one’s being so well behaved, aren’t you, muffin?” Satoru said sweetly.

“Can you pick me up?”

“Of course, sweet girl, hang on.” Satoru raised and turned his head to where Yuji was standing. “Yuji, did you-”

He cut himself off. There was nothing except an empty space where Yuji once stood. “Where’d he go?”

“Bathroom,” you mumbled.

“Right,” Satoru gave you a quick smile — he noticed your silence today. It was nice to hear your voice at all.

Looking at his other teenage son, or, rather, his uncovered arms, Satoru said, “Megumi, go get your coat.”

“But I’m not cold.”

“You can thank our new heated floors for that, but it’s cold outside, buddy, and you had a fever a couple days ago. I don’t want this bipolar weather making you sick again.”

“Cold weather itself doesn’t make someone sick, it’s actually-”

“I’m back!” Yuji’s sudden appearance interrupted Megumi.

“Daddy, pick me up! Pick me up!” Maya whined, tugging on Satoru while her small feet impatiently tapped against the floor; the new, heated one, which was part of the renovations made to your home last month. More chaos.

“Hold on, forgot to wash my hands. Be right back,” Yuji suddenly said, and vanished as quickly as he had arrived.

Satoru didn’t sigh with annoyance, didn’t let his face reflect even the slightest hint of frustration. Instead, he continued to grin, handling the chaos just as easily as he handled curses.

“Come here, I gotcha,” Satoru lifted Maya, holding her in his arms. “Ya know, daddy’s gonna have to put you down to drive, right?”

“No!”

Maya leaned her head against his shoulder. Satoru turned to face Megumi yet again, noticed his lack of a coat yet again, and said playfully, “Megumi, put on a coat or jacket or else I’ll ground you for twelve to fifteen years, kid.”

“Fine,” the teenager rolled his eyes before walking off.

Gently, Satoru gave his daughter’s chubby cheek a little pinch — she squealed from the ticklish feeling — and he then placed his large hand over the little ear that wasn’t leaning against his shoulder before he shouted, “anyone who isn’t in the car in the next three minutes is getting left behind!”

“I would’ve been in the car if you weren’t making me grab a coat,” Megumi called back.

“You’ll thank me when you’re not dying of pneumonia,” Satoru shouted, then mumbled under his breath, “again.”

And with that, you watched as, somehow, someway, Satoru effectively managed to get a moody teenager, a hyper one, a clingy child, and you, his oddly quiet wife, to the annual Night Lights Festival.

—

The lakeside festival was a crowded, yet beautiful display of festive red and yellow decorations and lanterns that brightened the night sky. Live musicians banged on drums or strung their instruments, playing upbeat tones. A parade of dancers passed by, and lively chatter surrounded you.

Around thirty minutes into the festival, Yuji’s face was decorated with face paint, neck adorned with beads and necklaces dancers tossed at him, blush-pink hair covered by an enormous red and yellow hat, and he held a bag of popcorn in one hand and his favorite soda in the other.

Megumi, on the other hand, wasn’t a fan of the large crowd and never-ending music. He did, however, notice a person doing magic tricks with their two enormous dogs, and he stopped to watch the show. Maya, who was previously sitting on her dad’s shoulders, eagerly climbed down, eager to watch the dog show as well.

And by then, Yuji had seen something exciting and ran off. Yet again.

That left you alone with Satoru. Your smiling husband took hold of your hand. Though you gave him a smile back, it didn’t reach your eyes, and he could tell.

Guiding you away from the flow of traffic and closer towards the red bridge that stretched over the beautiful lake with lights dancing above the water — where fewer people mingled, fortunately — Satoru said, “What’s the matter, baby? You’re awfully quiet.”

“Sorry,” you shrugged, unable to look him in the eye. Not while you were telling a lie. “I was just thinking about how well you handle our chaotic family.”

“You know me. Handling chaos is just what I do. I think part of me loves it, actually, considering we’re trying to add on a new member to the family.”

His words made your heart skip a beat. The topic of pregnancy and having another child was nearly a daily discussion between you and Satoru, that was a fact, but now, when your pregnancy test came back positive and you hadn’t yet found the nerve to tell him, hearing those words struck a chord of fear within you.

“I don’t know, honey. I thought that I could handle all this. Don’t get me wrong, please don’t get me wrong, but . . . Megumi and Yuji are at that age where fighting curses is the last thing they need to worry about. Being a teenager is rough enough as it is. Megumi’s attitude is-is just . . . and Yuji stinks sometimes no matter how often he bathes. He just stinks. And seeing them and their friends covered in wounds after a mission . . . it’s just too much. I can’t help but wonder if we’re mature enough to handle it. It’s not like we’re the same age as most parents who have teenagers. Remember what happened a couple of months ago when I treated Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi to the movies and a shopping spree? Two cashiers at two different places thought I was friends with all of them. Friends!

Then there’s Megumi’s depression. I’ve been researching therapists, specifically ones I trust who work with young sorcerers, but there’s only like, two. And I doubt I could get him to talk to someone anyway. Oh, and while I was doing the laundry the other day, I found a crumpled-up piece of paper with a phone number written on it in Yuji’s pocket. I’m thinking a girl gave it to him. That means it’s time to talk to the boys about dating and everything that comes with it, right? I mean, we pretty much raised Megumi long before we adopted him, so I-I know he’s . . . educated, but what about Yuji? Do we just assume that his grandpa taught him everything he needs to know about, well, everything? What if his grandpa taught him things that we’d disagree with morally? No . . . Yuji’s a sweet kid, I doubt that.

I don’t know, I’m just so overwhelmed. Then there’s Sukuna, and what the higher-ups want to do to Yuji because of Sukuna . . . is that why we adopted him? To give him a good life before he’s executed? Or did we truly think we could find a way out of this? Because I love him more and more with every passing day and . . . and don’t even get me started on everything going on with Maya right now.

I don’t just mean the curse thing, either. My friend Jane told me that she stopped carrying her son when he turned four. Maya’s five now, and it seems like she doesn’t ever want to be put down. I have no idea if that’s normal. She’s a sweetheart, and she’s always been a bit clingy and sensitive, but there are certain things that-that she hasn’t grown out of yet and with this curse bullshit, she’s even more dependent on us than what my research says a five year old should be. I bet you being away for weeks at a time is part of it. I know I cling to you like a koala to a tree when you come back home, and part of that is because I’m always so terrified of what might happen to you while you’re away. I love you too much. The idea of something happening to you kills me, Satoru.

I thought that I was this amazing person who could take care of everyone who stepped through our door, but here I am, freaking out while we’re just trying to enjoy a nice festival. Maybe I should just-”

“Momma! Dad! There you are!” Yuji suddenly returned, this time, with a tiny tray of lantern-shaped cookies and a bag of souvenirs. “C’mon, the lantern show’s about to start!”

The excitable teenager once again started to dash away, and you started to follow, when Satoru’s large hands suddenly grabbed onto your shoulders, halting your footsteps.

“Hey, hey, wait,” he said. His fingers found your chin, turning your head in his direction. He planted a kiss that held all the gentle love he felt for you right on your lips. “I hear you, sweetheart. We’ll talk about it later, alright?”

“You say that as if we can ever have a moment of peace and quiet, but thanks for listening.” You gave him a sad smile, and he kissed you yet again.

The night ended with you and Satoru holding onto a beautiful lantern and releasing it together into the starry night sky. Watching your lantern join the countless other ones in the sky as you leaned against your husband’s chest was a temporary moment of relief from the chaos.

MEGUMI’S STORY — DAY FOUR

It happened.

The breaking point.

The final straw.

Reaching the limit — whatever it was, it happened.

Megumi told you something the day after the Night Lights Festival. Something that he now regretted as he slipped on his black hoodie.

“Megumi, let’s go!” You shouted from the foyer.

As you waited for him, your eyes darted up at Satoru, who was adjusting the hood on your head. It was a rainy, gloomy day, after all. Oh, a gloomy day it was.

“Hey, it’ll be alright. I know it. And I know you’re busy, but when you have the time, we should talk. We never finished our conversation from the other day. The one we were having at the festival,” Satoru said.

“Right, well,” you paused, hearing Megumi’s quiet footsteps approaching. “It’ll have to wait.”

“Let’s go,” you said to Megumi, all the while trying — trying — to ignore the pained look of betrayal in his eyes.

—

The car ride was a long, quiet one.

The atmosphere was tense. Odd. Heartbreaking. Therefore, you clenched the steering wheel and made the tough decision to speak to the boy in the passenger seat.

“Megumi? After your session, I was thinking we could stop by a bookstore, see what’s new in the nonfiction section. Get some black coffee, pick up some ginger chicken, whatever you want.”

“Sure.”

“And don’t worry. The first session is usually nothing more than you and the therapist getting to know each other. And the psychiatrist will mainly just ask you a bunch of questions. It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

“Alright.”

You slowed to a stop at a red light. A sigh escaped from you.

“I know you don’t wanna go, but we’re doing this ‘cause we care about you. We’re worried about you.”

Megumi turned his gaze away from the raindrops on the car window. A therapist. A psychiatrist. A collaborative care plan.

“You think there’s something wrong with me.”

“No, not at all!” You looked at him, your eyebrows pinched. “You’ve gone through a lot, and there’s nothing wrong with needing some help. Everyone needs it at some point.”

“I haven’t gone through anything Yuji hasn’t, and I don’t see him in the car.”

You were silent for a moment. Nothing could be heard except for the raindrops splattering against the roof of the car. The traffic light changed colors.

“When will this competition end? Comparing yourself to your brother?” You paused. “You’re both very different people with very different needs, and-”

“And you think there’s something wrong with me.”

There wasn't that familiar attitude in Megumi’s voice. There was pain. But, heartbreakingly, that pain was a familiar tone as well.

You wanted to look at him, grab his shoulders, and shake some sense into him, do something. Anything. But you could only crank up your windshield wiper and make a left turn.

“You were getting better, Megumi. I saw it. But now? Now it feels like you’re moving backwards. You and I have started to bond, haven’t we? We’d spend quality time together, even if it was just the two of us washing dishes. You even called me mom once. You came to me the other night for comfort and advice, and now I-I feel like you’re just . . . slipping away and I won’t just sit back and let it happen. Please stop pulling away from us, okay? I’m here for you. Your family is here for you.”

“I told you the truth the other day, and look where it’s gotten me. You think I’m fragile. Like I’m weak and I’m gonna break. And now you’re dragging me to meet a therapist and psychiatrist. Being honest with you has only backfired, so . . . I think it’s best if I pull away.”

“What do you expect me to do when my son, my son, looks me in the eyes one night and tells me he doesn’t see the point in living anymore? Do you just-just expect me to, what, sit back and do nothing as I watch you continue to skip meals again? Stay curled up in bed? Hear from your friends over and over again that you were careless with your own life in battle?” You slowed down as you drove; you could barely see, not only because of the heavy rain, but also the tears brimming within your waterline. “This is what it means to be loved by a family, Megumi. I know you didn’t ask for this, and you can hate me and your dad all you want, but I suggest you get used to it, because I’m not giving up on you. None of us are. You understand me? Do you understand me?”

Megumi’s gaze returned to the raindrops on the window. His hands were starting to tremble — he wanted to cry. He didn’t answer you, not now, because he didn’t understand.

He thought he did once. He thought he wrapped his mind around familial love and understood that he was loved and cared for — and he still does. Part of him, the logical side, knows he’s loved and cared for, but maybe, just maybe, that was part of the problem.

He got sick easily. Got injured easily. Didn’t like very many things. Turned away from affection. Was a picky eater — it made him feel like a burden to his family, who he knew loved him and went out of his way to make him comfortable, be it you preparing ginger chicken over a bed of rice while everyone else dined on honey-garlic glazed salmon, or giving up loud family movie nights to play quiet board games with him occasionally.

But right now? It didn’t matter to him whether he understood the concept of familial love or not. He trusted you with something, and this betrayal? He couldn’t understand it.

But right now? When his spirit was crushed and he dreaded every sunrise that marked another day of living? When you parked in front of the beige office building and took him inside for his very first session?

He could understand one thing: his desire to have never been born.

YUJI’S STORY — DAY FIVE

It was warm today. The rapidly changing weather switched back and forth between hot and sunny or cold and rainy as if it couldn’t decide which of the four seasons it wanted to mimic, nevermind what season it actually was.

And, damn it all, Satoru took advantage of temporary warm weather by standing over his smoking outdoor grill, but not because he craved warmth and anything that reminded him of peaceful summer days, but because one of Yuji’s favorite foods happened to be Satoru’s grilled burgers, and Yuji was having a bad day today.

With one hand, Satoru flipped the burgers over with a spatula. They still needed quite a bit of cooking. With the other hand, he raised his blacked-out sunglasses, gazing at the back of his house.

It had been a while since he last checked on the moping boy. His other moping boy, Megumi, was fast asleep after Satoru coaxed him into eating by bringing a food tray to his room that held an apple he sliced, a basic sandwich — Megumi didn’t like too many toppings — and his new antidepressants.

A short distance away, Maya was plopped down in her sandbox, digging around with a colorful, tiny shovel.

“Muffin?” Satoru called out. When the young girl looked at him and tilted her head a bit, he asked, “Want a juice box, sweet girl?”

She eagerly hopped to her feet, took a moment to shake off as much sand as she could, singing under her breath, “shake, shake, shake, shake off the sand . . . shake, shake, shake, shake off the sand.”

Afterwards, Maya and Satoru stepped through the back door. Once he sat the young girl down at the nook table in the corner of the gourmet kitchen, gave her a juice box and told her to stay put — only after putting his lips on the skin of her arm and blowing a raspberry to make her giggle, of course — he then headed upstairs to go check on Yuji.

—

“I wanna kill that annoying punk you call your father first.”

It was Sukuna’s rotten voice. Yuji was digging through the drawer of clothes in his spacious bedroom when the king of curses manifested himself on the side of Yuji’s face.

“Shut up,” Yuji mumbled.

“Who would be fun to kill next? Let me think . . . that pretty mother of yours? Your little sister? That little girl’s becoming sensitive to cursed energy now, right? Does your family know she won’t come near you anymore, ‘cause she can sense me? The evil inside of you? We made her cry and run away the other day. Remember that?”

“Shut up. Just shut up already.”

“You think these people really trust you as a vessel to keep me in check, huh? I bet they’re hoping you die and take me with you-”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up-”

“How do you think it’d feel, brat? Your own body being used to kill the useless humans you call your family? Your face being the last face they see as they die a slow, painful death?”

“Shut the hell up!”

He was shouting — he didn’t realize it, not until the silence that ringed afterward made him realize just how loud he had been.

Yuji heard two knocks at his door. When he failed to respond, whoever seeked entry twisted the knob and opened it.

“Yuji?”

“Sorry, I’m fine.” Yuji glanced at Satoru standing in his doorway. With a bundle of clothes in his hand, Yuji paused, watching his dad glance over the top of his sunglasses, his all-seeing eyes scanning Yuji from top to bottom. “Stop it.”

“He’s bothering you again, huh? Wanna talk about it?” Satoru stepped into his bedroom.

Yuji shook his head, mumbling an inaudible, “no.” He tossed the clothes in his hands on his bed — they fell with a soft plop — and suddenly, the tears started to fall.

He couldn’t help it by then. The teenager found himself turning around and wrapping his arms around Satoru, who didn’t waste a second before hugging him back.

“It’s okay, kid. It’s okay,” Satoru said soothingly, rubbing his back.

“Most days, I can ignore him pretty easily and not let his words get to me, but . . .”

“But ever since he scared Maya, you can’t help but listen to him.”

Yuji gasped.

It was the secret he had been keeping since it happened.

“You knew about it?” Yuji pulled away from Satoru, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Not ‘til now. I was listening at the door,” Satoru said.

“You say he scared Maya, but don’t you mean me? It’s ‘cause of Sukuna, yeah, but it's not like he was taking over my body when she got scared. It was just . . . me. It’s his fault, but it’s still me. Does that make any sense?” Yuji looked down at the floor. “Megumi’s always been her favorite sibling, and I get it, she’s known him her whole life and stuff, but . . . not only am I her least favorite member of the family, but now she’s downright scared of me. Do you think that means I should live on campus for a while? It’s not fair for Maya to be scared of someone in her own home. She’s your biological kid, so she comes first. I’m just the one you adopted last year-”

“And you’re just as much a member of this family as she is.” Satoru interrupted Yuji with a stern tone he wasn’t used to. “Just give it time, Yuji. Your mom and I are working on a way to get her used to . . . all this. And in the meantime, don’t let Sukuna get to you. I know that’s easier said than done, but just you wait. I’m gonna find some sorta loophole where I can kill him for good, and still keep you alive and well. I don’t care how long it takes.”

“You’re pretty optimistic.”

“Well, you’re my boy, Yuji. I’ll be damned if you don’t become old and gray someday.”

Yuji gave Satoru another hug, but this time, instead of tears, it was with a soft smile. Though his heart hadn’t fully accepted Satoru’s words, nor had his mind accepted that he had a right to stay home, he couldn’t help but giggle when his dad called him that affectionate term.

“Damn right I’m your boy!” Yuji exclaimed.

“Hey, watch your mouth.”

“Sorry. Can we play baseball together soon?”

MAYA’S STORY — DAY SIX

It was somewhere between noon and evening, the big house a warming shade of yellow and orange from the setting sun peeking in through the open windows, and Maya crept down the hallways with her doll clenched tightly against her chest.

Sneaking around her home wasn’t fun — not nearly as fun as the show the The Backyardigans made sneaking seem to be in the episode she watched with dad last week. Secret agents, they were.

She tried singing the little Secret Agent song in her head, tried to pretend that she was on some fun, grand adventure, but in truth, she was scared.

She was coming out of her bedroom when she heard footsteps in the hallway, and she felt it. That . . . that energy. That spirit.

Everyone in her family had that same energy, she could feel it, but unlike her dad or Megumi, this energy wasn’t friendly. It was as scary as the big monsters she swore lived under her bed when she was younger — and though dad held her tight and told her he kicked all the monsters out and scared them away, that wasn’t true. Because sometimes, she still saw monsters! Like the one she saw at the park the other day! And she swore — she swore — her big brother was one of them. He was the one with the unfriendly energy.

A little while ago, she ran up to Yuji, eager to share her grapes with him, and that was the first time she felt it. She ran away crying, shrieking away from him when he tried to follow her and ask her what was wrong. Ever since then, she would only go near him if others were around. It broke her little heart. She loved Yuji! So why, just why, did he have to turn out to be one of those scary monsters?

Maya peeked her head around the corner of her door frame and saw Yuji, who was opening a hallway closet.

“Umbrella, umbrella, umbrella. Where is it?” He mumbled to himself in a bored tone, searching the shelves for, apparently, an umbrella.

Why was he here right now, of all places? He wouldn’t move either, which meant . . . she would have to walk past him to reach the bathroom.

She wanted to cry. Where was Dad? He’d hold her, and together, they could make it past that scary monster.

Maya turned in the opposite direction of the bathroom, dashing away as quickly and quietly as she could, not wanting to draw his attention. Her heart was pounding. She then made a quick turn into what was the upstairs gameroom, and there you were! You were fluffing one of the pillows on the couch when you turned your head, smiling at the sight of your daughter running towards you, but your smile quickly vanished as the corners of your lips pointed downward, your brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong, honey?” You asked.

“I have to pee-pee and there’s a monster in the hallway!”

Your frown deepened in pure confusion.

You knew quite well there wasn’t a monster in the hallway, but before you could question the young girl, she was reaching up, grabbing hold of your hand with her little one — the one that wasn’t holding her doll — and she pulled you along.

There was no one in the hallway except Yuji.

You figured that, perhaps, there was some sort of weird decoration in the hallway that scared her, but when you glanced down, you saw her wide, fear-filled eyes were locked on Yuji.

“Maya, what’s the matter?” You questioned. “Mommy doesn’t understand what you’re scared of.”

You weren’t exactly whispering like Maya hoped you would, and your words caught Yuji’s attention. He turned away from the hideous ponchos in his hands, looking in your direction with a small, “hm?” when, all of a sudden, Maya dropped your hand, raising a trembling finger as she pointed at her brother.

“Monster,” she cried out.

A shocked gasp escaped your lips. You never would have expected your sweet girl to call someone such a thing, let alone her brother. “Now Maya, that is not nice. We don’t call people things that we wouldn’t want them to call us. You owe your brother an apology.”

Yuji shut the door of the hallway closet, locking eyes with his sister. Maya shrieked, dropping her doll.

“Mommy!” She grabbed, pulled, and yanked at your shirt and pants, practically trying to climb up your body and jump into your arms.

Tears fell from her eyes as she cried, “Make him go away! Make him go away!”

No parenting book had prepared you for this, whatever this was.

The terrified girl’s nails were digging into your flesh; you had no choice but to pick her up.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you said soothingly, but the fright in your voice was crystal clear.

You gave Yuji a look of panicked confusion, one that begged for answers to the obvious question, but when you looked at him — even from the distance between you both — you could see the tears streaming down his face.

“Make him go away, mommy! Make him go away!” Maya cried.

Yuji sniffled, wiping his tears off on his sleeves before turning away.

“Wait, Yuji- Maya, it’s okay, I don’t . . .”

Suddenly, with Megumi following, Satoru was making his way up the stairs before Yuji could descend them, forcing the crying sorcerer to stay put.

Yuji tried his hardest to weave around Satoru, but Satoru gripped his shoulders.

“Aht, aht, aht, you’re not going anywhere.”

“But I’m scaring her!”

“Yuji, will you please tell me what’s going on?” You cradled your sobbing daughter’s head.

“Here, Megumi,” Yuji reached around Satoru, tossing Megumi two mustard-yellow ponchos he found.

Megumi caught it and started to descend the steps without another word.

Satoru frowned.

“You two mind telling me why you need ponchos when there isn’t a cloud in the sky?”

There was no answer. Megumi continued to walk down the steps, Maya continued to sob, and Yuji continued to wipe his streaming tears, his path blocked by Satoru.

“I asked you two a question. Yuji, your mother asked you a question.”

“We’re packing our bags and leaving. We can’t stay here.”

It was Megumi who stopped walking and answered.

You could handle quite a bit, but this? This was what finally made the tears fall.

When that very first sniffle interrupted the silence, your entire family turned to face you.

It was too much. Everything. Every bit of it.

With Maya in your arms — her little tantrum had dwindled to silent sobs now — you left the hallway, stepping into the closest room you could find.

Satoru was a man who could walk through Hell with a grin on his face. He was an easygoing person, one who could tolerate everything from strong curses, the attitudes of teenagers — perhaps his own occasional lack of maturity helped him out with that — but, the one thing he could not simply grin and bear?

Seeing his wife upset.

Satoru slowly turned his head between Megumi and Yuji, looking at their guilt-ridden faces. He clenched his jaw.

“You two. Living room. Now. I’m not messing around, and don’t you dare talk back to me.”

Satoru moved past Yuji, and the boy swore he could feel the anger radiating off of him like heat.

The pissed-off man watched his sons drag their feet into the living room, Megumi’s hands fidgeting with the sleeves of his black sweatshirt while Yuji had his head down, messy hair unusually flat like he was a kicked puppy, and Satoru then stepped into the room you occupied with Maya.

You were sitting on the ottoman in front of the bed. Kneeling in front of you, Satoru looked at you with all the softness he held for you in his overwhelmed heart, and he stroked your tears away with his thumb.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry.” He leaned forward and kissed your cheek. He then repeated the same act of love with Maya. “Both of my sweet girls are crying. You’re killing me.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, taking a deep breath as if to soothe yourself. “It’s just been a long, long week. I don’t wanna make them feel guilty for how they feel by crying in front of them, I swear I don’t, but . . . I think hearing them say that was my final straw.”

Satoru rose to his feet. He scooped Maya out of your arms, and said, “Come to the living room. We all need to work it out.”

The living room was softly lit by two lamps. From one of the couches where Megumi and Yuji sat, Yuji wiped away one of his own tears, then gently knocked his knee against Megumi’s.

“You okay?” Yuji asked.

Megumi didn’t answer for a while, his eyes glued on the living room floor.

“No.” Megumi’s voice was soft. “Are you?”

“No.”

Megumi and Yuji gave each other a sympathetic smile. Just then, they heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. You came down, following Satoru — who held Maya — and you all found yourself grabbing a spot on one of the couches.

Satoru started to speak to the young girl holding on to him.

“Muffin, look at Yuji.”

Maya looked up at Satoru with precious eyes filled with uncertainty.

“Don’t be scared. It’s okay. Just look at him.”

She was hesitant, found herself clenching Satoru’s shirt even tighter, but . . . but eventually, she turned her head and looked at her older brother, who bounced his leg out of pure nervousness and old habit, his face a mess of falling — and seemingly never-ending — tears.

“You see that?” Satoru pointed. “He’s crying. Do you know why he’s crying?”

Maya looked up at her dad, shaking her head with a small pout.

“He’s crying because you’re hurting his feelings, muffin. Calling him a monster and running away from him is making him sad, so sad that he wants to run away from home, sweet girl, and none of us want that to happen.” Maya blinked at him, and Satoru continued. “Yuji isn’t like that monster you saw at the park. Your brother is actually this super-duper strong, super-duper awesome, super-duper great person who’s keeping a monster at bay, so the monster can’t hurt anyone someday. He’s a hero, one who puts himself in harm's way to try and protect other people, and he loves you very, very much. Isn’t that cool? To have a brother who’s that brave, kind, and strong?”

Maya tilted her head to the side, the gears in her brain turning, and she nodded slowly.

When you started to speak, Maya looked over at you.

“You have a family of people who fight those scary monsters you’ve seen all the time. In fact, your dad is the strongest monster-fighter in the whole world. None of them can lay a hand on him because of how strong he is. And guess what?”

“What?” Maya squeaked out.

“You’re his daughter, so that really strong monster-fighter strength has been passed on to you,” you smiled. “Nothing bad will happen to you, honey. Everyone in this family will make sure of it; me, your dad, Megumi, and Yuji, who I think could really use an apology from you right now.”

Maya, albeit hesitant, hopped off her dad’s lap. She wiped the tears off her chubby cheeks and glanced back at Satoru.

“Go on, it’s okay,” he nodded.

In a way, it was quite hilarious. The person she feared was nothing more than a sulking boy with teary, light brown eyes, and a sad frown. Kicked puppy.

Maya stood in front of her brother. She didn’t fully understand what you and her dad were trying to say, but she knew a few things for certain:

No one else seemed scared of Yuji.

Dad said Yuji wasn’t a monster; he fought monsters.

That evil energy wasn’t the only energy she felt from him, there was something else there. Something kind and warm.

She loved Yuji, and she didn’t like making him feel sad.

“I’m really, really, really sorry,” Maya mumbled.

“It’s okay, Maya Papaya,” Yuji smiled softly.

“You’re like Barbie!”

Oh, her famous compliment. Yuji’s grin widened in amused bewilderment, though he didn’t fully understand what about him could have reminded her of Barbie.

“Oh yeah? I don’t know, I think she’s way cooler than I am,” Yuji reached forward slowly in case his little sister was still hesitant to trust him, and when she didn’t back away, he ruffled her hair. Maya responded to that by stepping closer with her arms out. As Yuji happily leaned down to hug her, god, it felt as if his heart melted and was being glued back together all at once.

A moment after the hug ended, Satoru spoke up. “Muffin, why don’t you go play with dolls, hm? I know my big girl can play all by herself, right?”

“Uh huh! I can go do that!”

Everyone listened to the pitter-patter of Maya’s footsteps. Once the conclusion was drawn that she was in her room, you and Satoru glanced at the boy on the other couch who was playing with the sleeves of his black sweatshirt.

“My turn, right?” Megumi mumbled.

“You’re not in trouble. Neither one of you are. It’s just that, at the first sign of chaos, you two wanna hit the door. You both need to understand that no matter what happens, no matter what you do or how you feel, those beds upstairs are yours. We’ll work through any situation no matter what it is because you’re our children. Your dad and I will chase you down and drag you both back home if we have to, but please don’t make us have to.” You paused. “Megumi, do you truly hate the idea of getting help so much that you’d rather stop living here with us? Are you that angry with me?”

“It isn’t like that. I just feel like a . . . burden again.” He couldn’t look you in the eye. “But I’m not angry, I’m just hurt. It feels like a betrayal.”

“What did . . .” Your voice was wobbly. You used every bit of your strength to hold back your own tears. “When you told me how you were feeling, what did you think would happen? What did you want to happen? Did you think I wouldn’t do something?”

“I knew you would, I just . . . I wanted to talk to you, not a therapist.”

“Me?” You blinked.

“Well, you’re my mother, aren’t you?”

Oh.

Oh, you were certain you misheard him. Your wide eyes found Satoru’s, and your husband gave you a knowing grin.

“I heard it, baby. He said it.” Satoru said.

“I’m gonna cry again,” you wiped at the tears threatening to stream down your face; it was crystal clear during this moment who Maya got her sensitive side from. “Can I hug you? If not, that’s okay.”

Megumi looked up at you. He thought about it for a moment, then with a whisper of a smile, he said, “Yeah, sure.”

You made your way over to where he sat, and he stood up. You wrapped your arms around him, taking extra care not to hug him too long or squeeze him too tightly.

When you pulled away, you said. “I still think you should give your current treatment plan a proper try, but you can always come to me, Megumi. Always, always, always.”

After you released him, you then walked over to Yuji, your arms open, and he grinned widely, hoping to his feet to hug you.

“I owe you an apology, Yuji.”

“Huh? For what?” He pulled away, tilting his head a little.

“For neglecting your needs. You should give therapy a try as well. I didn’t think it was necessary at first, seeing as you were always smiling and laughing no matter what, but after everything you’ve been through, you need it as well. I’m sorry for not considering it sooner.”

“Oh, well . . . okay, I guess.”

“I think someone else needs therapy.”

The interjection came from Satoru. Turning around, you raised an eyebrow at him. “You mean Maya? Because a child therapist doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“I was talking about you, but honestly, let’s get the whole family in there,” Satoru motioned you over, and your lips fell into a little frown. “What’s that look for? Aren’t you always saying everyone needs someone to talk to at some point?”

“That’s true,” you said. You walked over to Satoru and claimed the spot next to him on the couch, and he wrapped his arms around you. “I think I could use a massage, or maybe a vacation as well.”

“I’m on it,” Satoru smiled down at you. Then, as he looked back at his teenage boys, he said, “So now, on to dating . . .”

SATORU’S STORY — DAY SIX

The conversation with your boys lasted well into the evening until the orange rays of the setting sun kissed the sky goodbye, and the bright moon appeared along with the stars.

But not every bit of chaos had been resolved just yet. There was something else, something lingering in the back of Satoru’s mind, and that was why instead of showering together before winding down for your nightly routine of soft chatter, massages, and watching an episode of two of your favorite show together, you and Satoru found yourselves strolling through the Night Lights Festival once again.

“Satoru, we’ve all had a long day. Why’d you bring me here?” You asked, looking up at the side of his face, your fingers intertwined.

“Because I wanna spend time with the person I’m in love with, obviously. You’re the love of my life, my amazing wife,” he turned his head, smiling down at you. “Look, I’m even rhyming now like a lovesick poet.”

“But why are we at the festival again? After the day we’ve had, our bed was calling my name. I was hoping we were gonna cuddle up and watch our show together, or anything that involves lying in bed . . . Please don’t make a dirty joke.”

Satoru shot you an amused grin.

He guided you towards a food vendor that smelled of heavenly sugar. After ordering one chocolate-filled churro, he turned around to face you as he waited.

“Well, you and I never get any alone time nowadays, and we really needed to talk. I figured, why not do it here? The festival only comes once a year anyway. I wanna do our little churro tradition as many times as possible.”

“Why do we need to talk? You’re not divorcing me, are you?”

“Never. You’re stuck with me in every lifetime. I really believe it, ya know. I had a dream once where we both died and-”

“Here you go. Enjoy the festival.” The friendly vendor owner unintentionally interrupted Satoru, a churro in hand.

Satoru took it with thanks. You two continued strolling until he found an outdoor bench close to the lantern-lit lake and bridge.

“What was I saying?” He asked, sitting down.

As he took the first bite of the churro before passing it to you, you said, “Listen, if this is about my rant the other day, I really don’t feel the need to continue that conversation. Talking with everyone today helped some.”

“There’s more to it.” Satoru’s tone was serious at first. The lanterns nearby illuminated his expressionless face. Strands of his white hair shifted as he nodded down at the churro in your hand. “Come on, bite the churro.”

You did so. A beat of silence passed between you both. You handed him the churro; his turn to take a bite.

“I’m waiting,” he said, taking the sweet treat.

“For?”

“For you to tell me whatever it is you need to tell me. And for you to tell me why you haven’t told me until I brought up that there’s something you need to tell me.”

You blinked at him. He was right, after all. You were keeping something from him, and of course, he’d recognize the signs of secrecy. But you wanted to hold on to the secret news of your pregnancy a little longer.

“Really? You know me better than I know myself.” You avoided looking at him as he gave you the churro. Your bite was nothing more than a hesitant nibble. “Do you honestly think I’d keep secrets from you?”

“Then why won’t you tell me you’re pregnant, baby?”

Your limbs froze. Your heart skipped a beat, and though he spoke sweetly, kindly, you were still as stiff as a statue.

“Look at me,” he softly demanded, hooking his fingers around his blindfold and pulling it down, letting it dangle around his neck.

You glanced up at him, almost feeling like a shy child getting scolded.

“I . . .” Whatever excuse you wanted to give died in your throat. “How’d you figure it out?”

“Really needa ask?”

“Your eyes.” You mumbled. Duh. Of course. Of course, you couldn’t keep something like this from the Satoru Gojo.

“I would’ve pieced it together either way, ‘cause you’re right, I do know you better than you know yourself.” Satoru smiled for a moment, but then it vanished quickly. It was his turn to take a sad bite of the churro. Those bright blue eyes glistened with a sliver of hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been waiting.”

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know when or how. With everything going on, I feel like everyone will freak out at the idea of adding a baby to the mix. Especially considering our boys are ready to pack their bags and run away when they spill a cup of water. I didn’t want them to feel like us having another child would mean we no longer wanted them around. Hey, we’re having more biological children, so we don’t need the adopted ones, hit the road! ya know? I read somewhere that adopted kids and teens sometimes feel like that’s what’ll happen, or they feel like they’ll always come last to the biological children. And that’s only part of the reason why me being pregnant right now isn’t a good idea. I don’t know why we thought we would be able to handle another kid at a time like this.”

“Two kids.”

“Huh?”

“We’re having twins.” Satoru leaned forward, resting his elbows on the outdoor bench. “I can pick up on things earlier than an ultrasound can. And . . .” Satoru's eyes darted down to your stomach. “Yeah. I’m looking at two individual cursed energies.”

You couldn’t help but gasp. Twins? Was he being serious? Was this real?

“Oh my god. Satoru I . . . I mean, thank goodness we have a big ass house, right?” You gave a hollow laugh. One out of pure shock. “H-How do you feel about all this? I can’t tell.”

Satoru reached down into the pocket of his black jacket. He pulled out his phone, let the brightness on the screen illuminate his face, and opened the messaging app. Your husband then handed his phone to you. What stared back at you was a messaging thread with Kento.

Satoru spammed the poor man with multiple text messages, some short, incoherent, and incomplete, some using all caps, others long and decorated with emojis, but every message expressed his pure excitement. The last thing you saw before handing his phone back to him was a selfie he sent of himself crying tears of joy.

“Not only did I cry, but I went on a two-hour run to release some built-up excitement. I think it’s safe to say I’m beyond thrilled. I just wanted to wait for you to figure out, because I thought you were gonna be excited to tell me, and I didn’t wanna ruin the surprise, but then I realized that you knew, and I could see how stressed out you were. You were going through tea like a teaholic, didn’t finish your crepes, and the last time I gave you a massage, you were so tense, it was like I was rubbing down a rock.” You took a bite of the churro. Satoru continued speaking. “You know I’m always gonna be here for you, right? There isn’t any part of this that you’ll have to go through alone. Even when I’m away, I will always be coming right back to you. We will figure it out, baby. Every bit of it. I wish I could be the pregnant one, not you, just so I can take some stress away from you.”

“And now you’ve made it weird,” you laughed — a genuine one this time — and watched as Satoru shrugged and took a bite of the churro you handed him.

“As weird as you are,” you paused, the churro now in your hands. “I’m glad you’re in my life. Who knows? Maybe preparing for two new members of the family could be the bonding time this family needs. Not sure.”

“Look at you being optimistic, I love it.”

You took the last bite, playfully rolling your eyes at him, but your fake attitude fooled no one. You were crazy in love with that handsome man across the table.

“Okay, c’mere, time for you to kiss me. The person who takes the last bite has to give the first kiss. Don’t tell me you forgot,” Satoru said. Though he told you to come to him, he was the one who rose from his seat and made his way over to your side of the bench. He straddled the bench seat, facing your side, and placed his hands on your hips as if to coax you into facing him.

“Pretty sure you just made that up. And aren’t we, like, both supposed to take the last bite together, causing our lips to meet, then we kiss?”

“I think the two of us should only try that with pasta, honey. We did it during that pasta making class we went to. I think one of us would choke to death if we tried to do it with a chocolate-covered churro,” Satoru tugged on you a little tighter, his lips falling into a small pout. “You’re taking too long. Just kiss me already. You’re ruining the mom-”

You cut off your talkative husband with what he so eagerly wanted — a sweet kiss. Not only could you feel his soft lips against yours, but you could feel him fighting off a smile as he kissed you back with passion.

That smile fully formed once you both parted, your face inches apart. His bright eyes stared into yours in a way that made it hard for you to breathe, and he gently stroked your cheek.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?”

“I think all of this chaos has taught me that, even though it’s hard, I can handle a lot of things. But promise me that you will never stop looking at me the way you’re looking at me right now. If for any reason you stop looking at me with all of that love in your eyes, I think that’s what will finally break me. Just promise me we will never become one of those couples who fall out of love with one another but are still together out of convenience.”

“I’ve stared at you like this since the first day we met, April 8th, 2005. I thought I was the coolest guy on the planet, but around you? I was a nervous wreck who wouldn’t stop blushing and stuttering. I still look at you now the same way I did then, and I know I still will when we’re old and wrinkly, and you know it too. But I promise, if that’ll put your worried little mind at ease.” Satoru caught you by surprise with one last little peck against your lips. Then, the tall man stood and held his large hand out for you to take. “C’mon, let’s burn our fingers tossing lanterns into the sky again while trying to look like a cute couple.”

You laughed, letting your hand fall into his. You didn’t know it, but several festival goers caught glimpses of you and your husband together. They prayed to someday find a cherishable love just as precious.

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fushitoru · 10 months ago

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rainy days and brownies

pairing ⸺ college/modern!au: bf!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ you wake up for some soft moments with your boyfriend that involves brownies (turned freaky)

warnings ⸺ smut, tooth rotting fluff, some mild angst?, gojo unfortunately mentions skibidi toilet, I think I made gojo gen z here, boob worship, brownies and baking, established relationship, oral (f!receiving), gojo eats pussy like a champ, NOT EDITED, might be incoherent to everyone except me, product of a forceful effort to escape writer’s block, rainy mornings <3, lots of intimacy, art by 3-aem, probably in the same universe as this

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Rainy mornings with Satoru means baking.

It’s a ritual the both of you have fallen into. On a day like this, where the air smells like rain, you blearily wake up from your nap to smell the warm distinct aroma of overly sweet brownies.

The slutty brownies were Satoru’s masterpiece. Even if he did overdo the sugar, you can’t admit that your stomach was growling as you rubbed your bleary eyes and frowned while raking a hand through your head. This bed head was going to be a bitch to untangle with the hairbrush.

“AND IIIIIIIIIIIII, WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUU—“

You jumped, caught off guard by Satoru randomly deciding to pay homage to Whitney Houston. Standing up, you headed towards the living room of you and Satoru’s apartment—-not before you adjusted your tank top so your tits weren’t out and the boy shorts you chose to sleep in properly covered your ass.

“WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUU—-“ You cringed at Satoru’s attempt of a high note, grumpily looking at him use his chocolate covered spatula as a makeshift mic. He was in the kitchen—-shirtless, of course—-now bending over to peek at the state of his brownies in the oven. Deciding the brownies weren’t done yet, he closed the oven door and stood up once more, reaching for his phone to undoubtedly scroll through TikTok. Continuing to hum different variations of the chorus, he swiped at his phone, ignorant to your presence behind him.

You think he’s kind of sweet like this. If it weren’t for him, the both of you would never be in this position. You would always be the cold frigid bitch he saw in freshman orientation and occasionally at parties across campus, and he would be the sweet, friendly guy that all the girls would continue to fall head over heels for.

To be honest, you don’t really see what he sees in you. You’re like a Disney villain, the witch that entraps him in her webs of insecurity and jealousy, but he remains the valiant prince, fighting to get to you. When he finally has you in his arms, he kisses you into believing that you are his princess instead.

It’s obvious in the way he fought for you—memorizing your schedule, rushing across campus just to walk you to class, pleading with you to grab dinner. And each time, you’d brush him off with sharp rejections, finding excuses to keep him at arm’s length.

But when he finally had you, finally cracked all your defenses—he was never going to let you go. You could see as much; the way he proudly walked on campus with you at his side, across the main quad so he could boast that he got you. You were his, and he was fully, undoubtedly yours. At parties, his eyes would always be on you, raking his eyes up and down your figure in your nurse outfit, conjuring up the hundred and thirty four positions he would fuck you so good in, even if there were prettier girls clinging onto his arms asking for a morsel of his attention. Pettily enough, you would just need to sigh and mumble “This party isn’t fun,” to have Satoru whipped, ushering you out of the frat house while those girls glared at the back of your Halloween costume, angry beyond measure that a nobody like you has the campus sweetheart wrapped around your finger.

Loud booms of the Vine gunshot sound effect snaps you back into the present, where Satoru is snickering at some god awful brain rot. You choose to approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist and smothering your face into his muscular back.

“Hi baby,” you mumble.

“Guess which sleepyhead is awake!” He announces to the world and turns around, and your traitorous heart jumps in its chest while looking into his eyes. It’s stupid. You’re both in your PJs on a morning where the rain thuds against the window pane, blurring both the window and all outside life, suspending you both in this moment. His eyes look affectionately down to you, and he plants a wet kiss on your forehead. “How was your nap, baby?”

“It was good.” You watch him turn around again to peek at the oven, and he hums, upper arm flexing as he grabs the heavy bag of flour, dragging it closer to him. “When’d you get up?”

“Around 7.”

You shoot him a bewildered look as you hop onto the counter, a better space to observe your boyfriend. When he realized that you had woken up, he had left his phone open to give you a kiss, reel playing noises. You peek over and almost snort at what is playing.

“Satoru, why are you watching alligators get chased away by a shovel?”

He looks up from the bowl of brownie batter he was now cleaning—-with his tongue, mind you—-and grins boyishly. “Isn't it crazy how hundreds of years of evolution get destroyed by a shovel?”

”Your feed is not normal,” you shake your head, keeping a stony face as you continue to scroll through his TikTok. In fact, it’s hilarious—-the things he got were weirder than one could dream, with toilets producing heads of men taking over whole cities. You’re not sure what that means about your boyfriend, but you accept it as you watch the nonsensical video.

“Wait,” he makes his way over to you, standing in between your legs. “Is that skibidi toilet?”

“What the hell is that.”

“Baby,” he whines. “You don’t know the lore? I don’t know if I can be with you for any longer.”

Your bite back a grin. “And subjecting me to hours of FNAF backstory wasn’t testament to how much I love you?”

Before he could whine back, you noticed he had some leftover chocolate on the side of his mouth and leaned over to lick it. Humming at the taste, you grabbed his hands and took in his brownie coated index and middle finger into your mouth.

He frowns. “Are you trying to seduce me into forgiving you and giving you more brownies?”

You laugh softly and give him a soft smooch on his shoulder. “No, silly. If I ate any more than half, I would have diabetes.”

He grabs the back of your hips and pulls you closer into him, nuzzling his nose against yours. The physical contact rubs at your nerves the right way, firing off that emotional part of you that makes you think loving him is so easy. How lucky you are that he’s chosen to give you his love.

His god-awful alarm blares—same annoying sound he keeps hitting snooze on for his 7ams—and the moment breaks as he reaches for the oven mitts to pull out the brownies. The aroma hits you instantly, making your mouth water. Satoru blows dramatically on the brownies, pouting and mock-yelling, “Hurry up and cool down! My girlfriend wants to eat you.” You can’t help but giggle. Once Satoru finally decides they’re cool enough, he grabs one and offers it to you. “Make way for the choo-choo train!” he snickers, guiding the brownie through imaginary tracks, a shit-eating grin on his face, before plopping it into your mouth.

You can’t help but let out a soft sigh as the brownie melts on your tongue, its warmth enveloping your senses. Rich, velvety tones of chocolate overwhelm your mouth, with each bite releasing a symphony of deep, indulgent flavors that linger long after the brownie is fully swallowed. “Wow, this is actually good.”

He pauses, brownie and hand held in mid air. “Why do you sound surprised?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug innocently but stick your tongue out to him regardless.

Popping the brownie in his mouth--but not before sending you a pout---he brushes his hands together to remove the brownie crumbs as he makes his way back in between your legs. The way he settles between them makes you all too aware of the heat of his groin encompassing you. He lazily drags his eyes up your figure, but not before settling on your outfit. His eyes then flick down to watch his hands trace the hem of your tank top, and your eyes follow his hands, a little dizzy by the action.

You’re always a bit sensitive in the mornings, and before this day, you and Satoru’s interactions have been limited to a kiss before he runs for his 7am and then doing college work until 3am, where you’re both too tired for anything particularly frisky. So, yea, you are kind of pent up---and judging by the bulge that’s starting to form in Satoru’s sweats, you assume he is too.

You put your elbows on his shoulder blades to give him head scratches from behind and lean towards his jawlines giving small kisses. You can feel him close his eyes, purring silently like a cat, and underneath your hands, his back and shoulder blades tense and relax as you rake your hands over his scalp.

“This new?” He uses his index finger to snap the strap of your tank top against your shoulder, using his mouth to given open mouthed kisses to your collarbone.

“Mhm,” you hum, a little deliriously at that---he’s begun to trail down, mouth working at the swell of your breasts.

He slowly pulls the collar of your tank down, down down down until your breast pops out. His eyes trace the swing urgently and groans. “I missed these, sweet girl.”

You gasp sharply when he puts it in his mouth, tongue swirling around the nipple. Satoru’s always been a boob guy, joking about his hands being your bra to support “those mommy milkers.” Right now, he’s doing just that; groping the hell out of them and giving them kisses, as if they were God’s greatest creation.

As much as you were enjoying your boyfriend’s boob worshipping, you need more. You were throbbing in want of contact on your pussy, and you made sure to relay just that. “Toru, I need more,” you whined.

“God forbid a man appreciate nice boobs.” He rolls his like the sassy man he is and parts with your nipple like lips after a messy and wet make out session. Your breasts are gleaming with his spit, a string connecting your nipple to his lips. He trails his face down your torso, making his way down to his knees until he was facing your crotch.

You whine and clench your thighs together to draw his face closer to the space between your thighs. He looks up at you and coos, giving your inner thigh a kiss. “I can smell you from here, cutie.”

His statement reminds you that you’re not too wet in the mornings. As soon as you wake up, some of your morning sessions with Satoru require the aid of lube to ensure no pain. Irritation flares at you at the thought that you might need to leave your position to grab some l—-

Oh.

“What the hell. I thought you wet your pants,” Satoru giggles. The finger running through your folds glides messily, as you both marvel to how wet you are. You’re also on another plane; you haven’t felt his touch for weeks, and the feeling overwhelms you as the squelches your pussy makes echo throughout the kitchen.

Satoru gives you a kiss on your neck. “Baby, can I?” You deliriously remember that he’s lightly circling his finger around your entrance and when you finally give him the okay, he pushes in.

Both of you groan at how tight you are. “Satoru,” you moan and proceed to bring him in for a kiss as he pistons in and out of your pussy, curling them just the way you like and making you see colors.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” he groans. “Left my baby so pent up.”

At that, all you can do is nod and whimper in agreement. All that leaves your mouth are gasps of his names and oh my god’s because he’s making you feel so good.

And then, you almost scream as you feel him blowing hot air onto your folds, leaning down to give teasing kitten licks around your clit, but not directly on it. His tongue drags up and down until he finally stops it right next to your clit as if feeling the sensation of your pussy throbbing, echoing your fastened heartbeat skin-to-skin while drooling.

Frustrated, you try to move your hips, but Satoru grabs them to stay in place. He’s so close to the place you want him, but he’s stationed in one place, spit flowing down as his tongue is still and his dark eyes are staring at you as if enraptured by your struggling.

“Satoru, please lick my clit,” you moan wantonly, begging for him to change his position.

But Satoru Gojo wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo without some teasing. “What was that, baby? Avoid your clit? You got it.”

“No,” you sobbed, grabbing onto his hair and directing his tongue to your clit. This time, he relents, sucking the bud into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks, making you see stars.

But soon, his quick and fast lapping turn into lazy licks, and you get frustrated, grinding against air and pussy oozing out wetness as Satoru keeps his tongue outstretched in front of you but not close enough to make contact with your skin, teasing. You hate the feeling of your pussy throbbing and the inner thighs and pussy wet with your slick, lacking the sensation you needed to finally climax. “Oh my god, Satoru, please make me cum.”

“I don’t know baby, you sound pretty commanding to me.” The motherfucker shrugs as if he has nothing to do with your dilemma and starts trailing kisses up your inner thigh. His touches were close to where you needed him most, making you ache for the sensation of his wet laps against you.

“Please, baby,” you beg. “You feel so good, you’re making me feel soo good. I love you so much. Please let me cum.” You’re full on sobbing, hips writhing to get any sensation in.

Satoru, at your display, seems to give in, because he’s coming in once more, giving you a sweet little kiss on your clit. You nearly ascend.

He’s diving in, making a rhythm of dipping his tongue into your entrance and coming back to give sloppily wet laps on your clit. It’s when he groans while his tongue is inside, hot air and vibrations needily simulating your clit, that you come up with a gasp. You roll your hips, Satoru giving you little licks to help you ride out your orgasm.

For how hard you came, you’re bucking your hips frantically, body on a mind of its own as you almost fall off the counter. Satoru has to grip your thighs to prevent that potential injury and rubs soothing circles on the outside of your thigh as you pant, wetness and sweat likely painting the counter beneath you. It’s not until your breath returns back to it’s normal pace that you notice Satoru’s head against your thighs, looking up at you with lovesick eyes.

You’re probably giving him the same look back, you realize, given he made you ascend to heaven and back. He gives an affectionate kiss to your mound, moaning corny shit like “Your pussy tastes sweeter than the brownie.”

And then he stands up, knees popping on the way back up, and despite your fucked out state, you can’t help but giggle. “You old man with the popping knee caps.”

He glares at you playfully, but you know his expression too well to know there’s no real offense in it. “Hey. Rude to say that after I just made you cum your brains out.”

”And you’re about to get the same thing,” you purr, putting a hand on his hard-on. He hisses but looks at you with lust blown eyes as he grabs the back of your thighs to carry you to your shared bedroom.

Yes, rainy days do mean baking with Satoru, but not without intimacy with your even sweeter boyfriend in bed.

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but daddy I love him her!

pairing: billionaire's son!gojo x farmer's daughter!reader word count: 10.7k content: angst, fluff, romeo and juliet retelling, hurt w/ comfort, implications of abuse, smut, 18+

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The grating sound of fake laughter would be ingrained in your mind for the remainder of the week, you were sure of it. In the midst of your zoned out staring and eavesdropping (though even that was becoming mind-numbing at this point), the tray of hordeurves balanced in your hands began to tip ever so slightly. It only caught your attention when one of the caviar topped… whatever it was started sliding to the right. With a strangled gasp, you quickly righted your posture, your spine now stiff as a board.

You cast your gaze across the banquet hall of high profile, and thus high nose individuals, their glittering jewelery and lavish gowns nearly blinding you, and you assured that no one had seen your slip up. With a quiet sigh of relief, you mustered a polite smile for the goach woman before you, slipping off her glove to grab an appetizer from your tray.

God, you needed this job, but for the love of all that is holy, you didn’t expect it to be this agonizing. In truth, it could have been worse. You could have found a temp job that really had you breaking your back as you were used to, so perhaps putting up with some horribly privileged elites for the few hours of their… gala or fundraising event or whatever excuse they used to justify such lavish get-togethers, wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be.

You didn’t get details of the event you’d be servicing until just an hour prior to its beginning when you were given a run down about the nature of the event as well as the importance of the clientele. Of course, you had already heard of the Gojo family long before your temporary manager explained them to you with sweat dripping anxiously down his forehead. They were the business tycoons of Tokyo, owning half the real estate that you’d likely ever stepped foot in in this city.

There was a slight unease in your stomach at the thought of being entrusted to work at an event so… high profile, but your subtle irritation for the gall of it all trumped that anxiety tenfold. Not only had you had a good understanding of who the family was due to good ole’ word of mouth, but it also didn’t help that they had been singlehandedly making your father’s life a living hell for the past few years.

Sure, they weren’t intentionally targeting the man, but as their franchises and real estate continued blossoming throughout the city, there were growing pressures for your father to sell his farmland with the intention of their company building more fucking skyscrapers filled with law firms or IV transfusion spas or whatever the hell it was that these rich people filled their pockets with. He had stayed resolute in his intention to keep the farm, but you knew the rising property taxes that came along with that Gojo family price tag popping up all around him was making it difficult for him to keep it afloat.

Which is precisely why you were currently pretending not to be creeped out by the middle-aged man leering at you from your peripheral— you really needed this money.

Clearing your throat, a wobbly smile graced your lips as you held out the tray to him in hopes that it was the caviar he was eyeing and not your… hordeurves. Perhaps that was the wrong move to make though, because he was taking one and staying with a look on his face that said he had an offer that you just wouldn’t be able to refuse.

“You do private events, sweetheart?”

You had half a mind to tell him that this was a private event, but the Rolex on his wrist told you that he had too much money to piss off.

“I-I’m contracted by the catering company, sir.” You explained with your eyes facing forward, gulping down the heartbeat that had manifested in your throat at the way he chuckled patronizingly and leaned against the wall you were standing by. “I work the events that they send me to.”

“Alright then, better question,” He grinned connivingly as he absentmindedly straightened the gold cufflinks at his wrists. “Can I contract you for a private event?”

Any hope of rebuttal got stuck in your throat, caught between your burning desire to defend yourself and the even greater need for this job to go well.

“I’m pretty sure your three ex-wives would agree that contracts aren’t really your strong suit, wouldn’t you say, Junto?”

Disguising your near instantaneous chortle as a cough, you quickly turned your head away from Junto and your knight in… Prada? Lord knows you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. The sleezeball scoffed, but it seemed he too felt the waves of dominating energy coming from the younger man that dared challenge him, because that scoff quickly turned into a strictly rehearsed laugh.

“You always did have a mouth on you, didn’t you, kid?” He gritted through his fake smile as he patted said kid on the back, who only offered a mocking aw, shucks in return. “You stay outta trouble, huh?”

The man promptly removed himself from the situation lest he be torn apart anymore by someone who appeared less than half his age. Biting at your bottom lip, you weren’t sure if it would be appropriate to acknowledge what you had just witnessed, so you opted to face forward, trying to ignore the scent of the woodsy cologne that just wafted an air far too expensive for you to even be breathing in. Despite your careful composure, you could feel his eyes on the side of your head.

“What a fuckin’ weirdo, amaright?” He broke the silence for you, a smug smile stretching across his lips when you failed to contain your laughter that time around.

“Oh my god, I thought he would catch fire standing so close to the candles with so much gel in his hair.” You whisper-shouted, absolutely reeling to get it off your chest after standing in silence for so long.

Your savior chortled next to you, hunching over himself ever-so-slightly as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his perfectly-tailored suit. Finally daring to look his way, you were almost knocked off your balance for the second time that night as you took in his striking, white hair and icy-blue eyes that seemed to twinkle supernaturally under the candlelight’s flicker. He looked to be your age, and you figured he was the son of one of these bigshots that was dragged here for the sake of networking.

“Maybe we should get him back over here then. We need something to liven this place up— a grease fire would do nicely.” He teased while straightening his posture once again to look out amongst the sea of people as you giggled along beside him.

“Thank you, by the way.” You expressed sincerely once your laughter had died down. “It was kind of an awkward position he was putting me in.”

The man only hummed, observing you with a mischievous glint in his other-worldly eyes that had you thinking the creep was onto something when he told him to stay out of trouble.

“Wanna know how you can thank me?” You felt a premature flush falling over your cheeks as he leaned down to be within your earshot. “Sneak me a piece of the cake that’s in the back, yeah?”

At once, the tension in your shoulders dissipated, and you smiled apologetically at him.

“I can’t cut the cake until the hosts give their speech.”

“Ah, see, therein lies my problem because that is assuming I would be staying for the entirety of this snoozefest.” He was promptly taking the tray from your arms and blindly handing it off to another unsuspecting worker who was passing by. “C’mon, I just want a little something sweet before I dip out of here. Please?”

Maybe it was the fact that you felt partially indebted to him, or maybe it was that irresistible pout he was directing your way, or, most likely, the fact that he was obscenely attractive. Whichever it was had you slipping into the kitchen where the lavish cake was waiting atop the counter, peeking around to assure the coast was clear before you grabbed a knife. With an unbelieving shake of your head, you turned it around so as to cut from the back and not make it so obvious.

Your heart was thumping wildly against your white-button down-clad chest as you promptly maneuvered it back to its proper positioning, grabbing a spoon before you made a beeline toward the hallway where he said he’d be waiting. Sure enough, there he was, just barely illuminated by the candle-lit lanterns hanging in the grand hallway as he leaned against the wall.

“Hah! You’re a total badass!” He cackled shortly as he pushed himself off the wall. Surveying the plate in your hand, his brows furrowed suddenly. “Just one?”

You shifted nervously on your feet, the corners of your lips twitching in uncertainty.

“You… wanted two?”

“No, where’s yours?” The question fell from his perfectly pink lips as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. With the reemergence of that incriminating pout, he presented the hand that had since been hiding behind his back. In it, was a bottle of champagne that looked like it cost more than what you were even getting paid for this stupid event. “Brought us some bubbly and everything— you know what, it’s fine. I can share just this once.”

At once, he was leading you by your free arm down the dim hallway until he reached an alcove that would be perfectly disguised to anyone looking straight down the hall.

“Wait, wait, I can’t be here—”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” You scoffed in bitter amusement at his oblivion as he sat crisscrossed against the wall. “Because I could lose my job, that’s why not.”

“Oh, please,” He waved you off as he nodded toward the spot beside him. Slowly, you begrudgingly took a seat next to him. “You’re not gonna lose your job.”

With a resignated sigh, you set the plate down on the floor before him.

“You sound sure of yourself.”

“Oh the—” He flinched back as he popped the top off the champagne, the abrupt rupture making you squeal. “—surest. What are you doing working this dick-measuring competition anyway?”

You tried not to get distracted by the way his lips settled eagerly around the cake-filled spoon, the smallest of moans leaving him in the process before he passed the plate to you.

“Need a new laptop for school.” You explained, though you knew it was only a fraction of the story, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t understand your financial struggles as he allowed drops of champagne to spill onto his freshly-pressed suit pants. Despite your better judgement, you took a bite from the cake as well. “Too many open coffee cups next to electronics got me too confident. So, I’m stuck as the Gojo family mule for the night.”

He huffed out a laugh through a mouthful of champagne. You two soon swapped, him taking the cake and you grabbing at the neck of the bottle. Leaning your head back against the wall, you tilted your head to look at him.

“You know, I heard this whole thing was actually a networking thing for their son.” You rambled, the slightest hint of alcohol clearly making you way too comfortable with this stranger. He only hummed beside you, the faintest of amused smiles on his handsome face. “Heard he’s a real disaster, too.”

“I heard he showed up an hour late.”

“Of course he did.” You snorted softly with a shake of your head. “If I had half the opportunities that dude had—”

“What would you do?”

You fell silent for a moment, smushing some icing around the delicate, china plate. In your peripheral, you saw the small, shiny triangle shaped logo at the base of his black tie, and it once again reminded you that even this man, as relatable as he might appear to you hiding from the party to stuff his face with cake and champagne, wouldn’t understand the petty issues of the working class.

“I wouldn’t be passing out caviar to a bunch of billionaires— that’s for sure.”

“Satoru!”

At once, the man was snatching the plate from your hand, juggling it along with the champagne bottle between his long fingers.

“That’d be my queue.” He quipped, glancing down at your name tag before testing how it sounded on his lips. You blinked owlishly at him, because you could have sworn that Satoru was the name of— “Sorry, you know me— real disaster.” He winked before swiping at the leftover icing at the edge of your parted lips and licking it from his thumb. “Try not to get propositioned while I’m gone!”

You watched with unreserved horror as he stumbled to his feet to race up the hall before anyone could come down to find you. In the quiet solitude of the secluded hallway, you could still just barely hear the host of the event introducing his son with some heartfelt speech about how proud he was of him that was most definitely written by someone else. A churning sense of mortification settled in your stomach as you looked up at the portrait on the wall behind you of the Gojos.

The Gojos and their son.

The Gojos and their white-haired, blue-eyed son.

Oh, you were so losing your job.

It seemed as though you couldn’t get enough air into your lungs no matter how hard you tried as you stood with the rest of the contracted wait staff for a final rundown of how service went overall that night.

Following Satoru’s abrupt departure, you begged a coworker to switch roles with you for the night— a change she was more than happy to oblige given she was on dishwashing duty, but you were just eager to be avoiding any possibile run-ins with the man you had just shit-talked right to his face. It was the only reason you made it through the night without vomiting, you were sure. Why had you opened your stupid mouth?

A call of your name pulled you from your self-depricating thoughts, and you lifted your head to meet the gaze of your manager. Through the blood rushing in your ears, his words sounded muffled to you as he handed you an envelope. Blinking a few times, you shook your head and called out to him just as he had moved onto the next worker.

“Sorry— what did you say this was for?”

“Long night, huh?” He chuckled at your supposed sluggishness. “One of the guests wanted to give you an additional tip. Guess you left an impression.”

You gulped, looking down at the envelope with the slightest of trembles in your fingers. It burned a hole in your pocket the entire drive home, and you were more so than usual frustrated at your run-down truck’s pathetic engine. It wasn’t until you had showered, cooled your nervous system even in the slightest, and gotten into your bed that you worked up the courage to open it. Flinching back as if it might explode in your face, you slowly tore it open.

“Holy shit.” You breathed out, clutching the envelope closer to you to inspect the stack of bills glaring back at you. Frantically thumbing through them— your head started to spin after you hit five-hundred. “He’s insane. Oh my god, he’s insane.”

Pulling out the wad of money, a small napkin you recognized as one you were offering the guests with the horderves fell onto your mattress. You snatched it up, frenzied eyes quickly skimming the sloppy penmanship.

Thanks again for the cake, and try to keep your coffee off of your new laptop.

— Satoru ‘Real Disaster’ Gojo

The money, along with the note, sat untouched at the bottom of your bag for nearly a week. It felt so unbelievably wrong to use it, but you weren’t exactly sure what to do with the thousand dollars you’d received in exchange for a slice of cake and an insult. So, it remained there as you pretended to forget its existence, continuing to work your actual job in the meantime as though you didn’t already now have more than enough for a new laptop.

It’s where you found yourself now, mindlessly reading over the notes from your previous class as you sat at the front desk of your campus library. Your days were typically slow like this, especially since it wasn’t anywhere near finals season, which is about the only time of semester you would see this place bustling with students. There were no complaints from you though, as you were able to study and get homework done so you’d be free to help your dad out around the farm when you were home.

The writer’s block you were suffering from was just on the cusp of escaping you as you finally began typing out an opening paragraph for the marketing paper you had been stuck on for nearly an hour. As if the universe was dead set on mocking your academic struggles, a student strolled up to your desk just as your fingers began moving across the keyboard on the library computer. With a barely disguised sigh of frustration, you looked up to offer your services, but your typical greeting died in your throat.

He looked different than when you had last seen him— out of his Prada suit and instead donning a university crewneck as he scrolled purposefully through his phone with furrowed brows of concentration. Satoru Gojo; maybe it wasn’t such a shock that he attended the same university as you, given it was what some would call a ‘prestigious’ university that you were only lucky enough to attend due to the scholarship you grinded your ass off to qualify for each semester.

There was a subtle hitch in your breath as he hummed triumphantly, zooming into something on his phone before leaning over the counter to show you. You hoped that perhaps he would have forgotten all about you, and you redirected your attention to the book he was showing you.

“Do you know if you carry this book? I ordered it for class, but it still hasn’t—”

You felt your stomach practically drop through your ass and onto the floor below you when he abruptly cut himself off. Daring to glance up from his phone, you found those intensely stunning eyes wide and trained on you. A slow smile spread across his lips, and the shock in his eyes morphed into that wicked mischievousness that seemed to come so naturally to him.

“Well that dinosaur certainly doesn’t look like a new laptop to me.” He quipped, clicking his phone shut to lean against the counter on his elbows. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“That’s because I didn’t buy a new laptop.” You explained with burning cheeks, reaching for the bag you had stored under the desk. Fishing around at the bottom of it, you procured the envelope that had been lingering in your possession for a week. You slid it over to him. “Nevermind the fact that I could have gotten three laptops with that kind of money.”

Gojo backed away from the envelope as though it might burn him to touch it, raising his hands defensively.

“So, I figured you could get a nice one. Sue me—”

“I’m not taking your money, Gojo.”

“Ouch— not the family name, princess! You wound me.” He clutched theatrically at his chest before letting his arms fall beside him with an aggravatingly charming smirk. Huffing out an indignant sigh, you moved to search the system for the book he had shown you.

“We’re not friendly enough for the first name basis, and we’re certainly not friendly enough that I’d accept this kind of money from you.” You emphasized with a few pointed clicks of your mouse before turning to face him once again. “That book is in the third row to your left.”

“Yeah?” He hummed, eyes assessing you pensively. The ever present smirk on his lips never faltered. “And what would you have done with it if you didn’t run into me?”

Pursing your lips, you narrowed your eyes at him in challenge, but it was one he was more than prepared to take on as he tilted his head mockingly.

“Who knows, I’m partial to animals— maybe a local shelter would have needed it more than me.”

“How very noble of you.”

“Well, you’re not the only one around here drawn to philanthropy.” Leaning in until he could feel your breath fanning against his nose, you smiled in feigned charm. “Of course, my efforts wouldn’t be contributing to a tax write-off, but giving is giving, right?”

But your biting accusations didn’t deter him, if anything, that fierce tongue of yours only intrigued him more after so long of everyone in his life blindly agreeing with him. You wondered if he could hear the way your heart was racing against your chest, because it was just your luck that the arrogant son of the family fucking your dad’s life over was breathtakingly handsome. He hummed softly, picking up the envelope from the counter to pat it teasingly onto your nose.

“And that’s what you thought I was doing? Charity work?”

“Well you certainly weren’t doing it because I left any sort of stellar impression.” The confidence in your tone faltered as you recalled that night, a flush falling over your cheeks. “I’m sorry about that, by the way.”

With a mockingly wistful sigh, he turned around, leaning back on his elbows against the counter as he tilted his head back to look at you.

“Well, I could hardly blame you. You don’t know me, after all.” His anticipatory tone told you that he was plotting something in that pretty, privileged head of his. “And that’s our problem, isn’t it? You don’t know me, I don’t know you— you said it yourself, princess. Can’t accept this kind of money from a stranger.”

You didn’t respond, not wanting to encourage whatever nonsense he was currently conjuring up. Standing from your desk, you walked around the counter and headed down toward the rows of books. Gojo was hot on your heels though, trailing behind you as he leaned down to use his ‘inside voice’.

“This is the part where you’re supposed to say, ‘Well what do you suggest then, Satoru?’.” His pitched impression of you almost made you smile, but, again, you didn’t want to egg him on. Instead, you headed down your intended row and began skimming the books as he leaned against the shelf. “Well, I’m so glad you asked, because I happen to be in need of a date for my lovely family’s… hah, whaddya’ know— charity gala this weekend.”

“And this concerns me how?”

“What better way to get to know one another than spending a few hours pretending to like each other, huh?”

“You’re delusional, Gojo.” You shook your head with an incredulous smile. Finally spotting the book he had shown you, you pulled it from the shelf and shoved it toward his chest. “Not happening.”

“C’mon, it’s a win-win for both of us. I get a night without my parents on my ass introducing me to every poor girl they sink their claws into, and you can keep the money knowing it was a gift from a friend.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, a bemused smirk taking over your features as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Let me get this straight.” You began with a pop of your hip, leaning back on the shelf across from him. “Satoru Gojo is having to rent a girlfriend for the night. Is that what I’m hearing?”

“Weeell, if you put it that way, that would make you a—” He quickly shut his mouth upon seeing the icy glare you shot his way, daring him to finish that sentence. With a subtle fear hidden behind those striking eyes, he mustered a sweet smile. “—a fool to not take me up on such a kick-ass offer.”

“Nice save.” You muttered with a roll of your eyes, pushing off the wall to get back to work. He stepped forward though, placing his arms on either side of the shelves by your head and effectively trapping you in. That cologne that you remember driving you crazy all those nights ago was once again making your head spin, and you struggled to find the courage to look him in the eyes.

“Live a little— it’ll be fun. Think of it as… as prom!” His eyes widened to emphasize his point.

“I went to prom— could’ve gone without it.” You whispered with a challenging glare.

“That’s cause I wasn’t your date.” He shrugged obviously, and you were beginning to see how it was that Satoru Gojo always seemed to get his way. “I’ll even steal ya’ your own piece of cake this time.”

This had you turning your head to the side to hide your tickled smile, shaking your head as he laughed triumphantly at the sound.

“Atta girl! Now come on and put your number in my phone before I retract my offer.”

“Don’t push it, Gojo.”

“Right— yes, ma’am.”

The two of you didn’t message much in the days leading up to the event. When you did, it was mainly Satoru not-so-subtly checking in to assure that you hadn’t changed your mind. He let you know that he’d pick you up, but a ride was the last thing you were worried about as you surveyed your appearance in the mirror.

Formal events hadn’t ever exactly been your scene, given the more modest living conditions that you had grown up in. You could only pray that you weren’t embarrassing yourself as you smoothed your hands down your old prom dress that you had miraculously managed to squeeze yourself back into. It was the only formal dress you owned, the glittering stone details on the bodice contrasting nicely against the noir, silk fabric. While it looked nice enough, you were sure you’d have trouble breathing the rest of the night, already fantasizing about how exhilarating it’d be to take it off after everything was said and done.

With an anxious sigh, you leaned forward to carefully color in your lips. You gave yourself one last look over in the mirror before leaving your bedroom. A subtle cringe shook your frame as your heels clacked noisily against the wood floor. The last thing you wanted was to be questioned anymore by your father than you had already been when he saw you poking through your mom’s old jewelery box. You had played it off as a fundraising event your university was hosting, but you weren’t sure that he was entirely convinced.

There was a firm knock at the front door that had you rolling your eyes in exasperation, because you had told him to just text you when he got here. You were grateful that it seemed as though your dad was still out and not here to witness Satoru Gojo of all people picking his daughter up as a date. With a final huff of self-encouragement, you pulled the door open.

Now, he had had a line prepared about the hell of a place you got here, what with all the acres of land extending out the back of the property, but his lazy joke dissipated from his mind at the sight of you all done up for him. You looked so different than the last times that he’d seen you, and it wasn’t just that your eyes were shimmering with intricately placed shadows, or that your dress hugged your frame sinfully.

No, it was the light in your eyes that had previously been overshadowed by the weight of your responsibilities each time you’d seen him. Gone was that lingering exhaustion that dared taint your features, and in its place was a hopeful glimmer that knocked the wind from him as you directed it up at him with fluttering lashes.

He no longer felt like the young-adult he had grown to be, resembling more so a fumbling teenage boy picking up the homecoming date that was far out of his league. Anxiously, fiddling with the knot of his tie as if it was to blame for his sudden labored breathing, he chuckled half-heartedly.

“You clean up nice for someone who didn’t even want to come in the first place.” Gojo quipped as he bowed theatrically with an outstretched hand.

“Well I sure hope I look the part with how much I’m charging you.” The wink you sent him as you placed your hand in his nearly had him falling to his knees, and he wondered how he would survive the remainder of the night without embarrassing himself.

Nearly the entire drive was dedicated to him giving you the rundown of the event— who would be there, who he was pointedly trying to avoid, the sequence of events for the coming night. It all somehow snowballed into him babbling about the reality show worthy fueds and shambled love lives of the city's most elite names. You wanted to keep up, but Lord could this boy talk.

Even with all his rambling, nothing could have prepared you for the hundreds of scrutinizing eyes that fell upon you as soon as you entered on the arm of the hosts’ infamously single son. There were already a myriad of guests here, drinks in everyone’s hands and people on the dance floor.

“Why do I get the vibe that we’re disgustingly late?” You muttered through a polite smile, your hand curling tighter around Satoru’s bicep as you two continued making your way in.

“Pfft, if they want me to stay till it ends, I sure as hell ain’t coming right when it starts.” He retorted with a scoff before leaning down to your ear-shot. “Learn the ways of the disastrous prodigal son, princess.”

There wasn’t a chance in hell that he was ever going to let you live that one down.

“Ooo, and there are those people I was avoiding. Remember the ones with the twin daughters— come dance with me.” You could barely keep up with his rapid fire, and you wouldn’t have the chance to ask him to reiterate because he was moving toward the center of the room like a man on a mission, because he was one, the mission being to get through this thing unscathed.

“Wait, Gojo, I don’t know how to dance.” You whispered-shouted as you tried to desperately dig your heels into the ground, but he was stronger than you and a hell of a lot more determined.

“Just stand there and pretend to be in love with me— I’ll do the rest.” He winked, the arm you had yourself wrapped around swooping down to scoop you against him with an urging hand on the small of your back. “Hand on the shoulder— atta girl.”

Through your flustered blush, you glared indignantly at his patronizing. He tutted softly, his other hand dancing down the silken skin of your arm to grasp at yours.

“That look isn’t screaming ‘love sick’.” Gojo informed through an amused smile. Before you could manage to huff out a response, he had spun around to dip you dramatically, the abrupt motion emitting a delighted squeal from you, much to his satisfaction. “There it is— keep looking at me like that. Talk to me— really sell it.”

You weren’t sure how he did it— how his effortless charm managed to break through even the strongest of resentments you held toward that last name of his. It was all around you though, enveloping you in his orbit and blanketing you in a warmth you were sure was radiating right off your incandescent cheeks. As you stared at the flickers of indigo that seemed to speckle throughout his otherwise icy irises, you nearly forgot what you were supposed to be doing.

“Right, um…” Your eyes fluttered dramatically as you racked your mind for anything to say to him. The dimple in his right cheek that winked at you with each of his ravishing smirks made it difficult for you to stay on track. “Physics.”

“Physics?” He repeated with unconcealed mirth, and you nodded.

“The book you checked out the other day— it was a physics book.” He hummed affirmatively as if questioning where the hell you were going with this. Truthfully though, he was too lost in the flustered twitching of your plush lips to care if any of what you were saying actually made any real sense. From so close, he could see the sun-spots lining your nose and cheeks like the most breathtaking of constellations. “It just surprised me. It’s not a required class for business majors.”

“It’s not, and I—” He paused his explanation to twirl you under his arm, reveling in the enraptured smile that graced your face as he pulled you back in. “—am not a business major.”

“Oh? The prodigal son dares not follow in his father’s footsteps? How scandalous.” There was an airy giggle lingering in your tone that fell upon his ears like the most harmonious of symphonies. “And what, pray tell, is the alternative that has led his little lamb astray?”

Those curved lips of his parted to indulge your curiosity, but the announcement that dinner would be served momentarily had a groan slipping past them instead. Just as he moved to guide you to the respective table with a hand on the small of your back, you tugged at his sleeve.

“Wait, I have to pee.” You whispered, hoping the guests bustling around you didn’t hear it.

“Oh— yeah, there’s a bathroom to the right of the entrance.”

He was about to walk away, leave you to do your business when you clutched tighter at his sleeve. Looking down at you with furrowed brows, you stared up at him with wide, pleading eyes that said please don’t leave me.

You heard Gojo’s head bumping impatiently against the door of the restroom as you managed to wrangle the zipper of your dress down. There was an embarrassingly long attempt of trying to simply lift the gown up as would have been far easier, but it was proven difficult with the stubbornly form fitting fabric. Now though, as the joints in your shoulders flexed painfully in an attempt to zip it back up, you realized you had an even bigger dilemma.

Mortified beads of sweat began lining your forehead as you panted at your reflection in the mirror, your zipper still barely halfway up your back.

“Did you fall in or something?” You heard him call out from outside the door, only making your heart pound more mercilessly against your chest.

“I-I’m fine! I’ll be right out.” But your voice was trembling ever so slightly in the midst of your subtle panic, and it made him push off the door, leaning in closer with furrowed brows.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” You stammered breathlessly, but you were rapidly coming to the realization that you wouldn’t be getting out of this without some help. Fighting back tears of frustration, you leaned your forehead against the door. “I— I’m just kind of… stuck.”

“Stuck?” The doorknob jiggled with his attempt to get in. “Open the door.”

The already stuffy air of the restroom seemed to grow ten degrees warmer in tandem with your crippling embarrassment as you hyped yourself up. Holding up the front of your dress, you timidly cracked the door open. Gojo was quickly shoving his face in through the small opening, assessing the situation with an incredulous expression. He almost laughed, but it died in his throat upon seeing your panicked face.

“Okay, alright, calm down. Let me in.” You moved back as he slipped inside.

“I-I can’t get it back up.”

“You’re fine. Turn around and let me try.” Gojo steadied his hands on your shoulders as you turned your back to face him. A brief sigh of relief fell from your lips at the sound of the zipper rolling up, but it halted midway. He paused, blinking a few times before attempting to tug it up again. “Okay— um…”

“Oh my god.”

“No, no, it’s— it’s fine.” But the laughter he was previously suppressing began to boil over to the surface. It came out as a controlled choke in his attempt to push it down, but you still heard it.

“It’s not funny!”

“I’m not laughing!”

“You’re laughing at me!”

His teeth were sinking mercilessly into his bottom lip to avoid pissing you off anymore, but the wolfish grin on his face was making it increasingly difficult. Falling forward until his forehead laid against your shoulder, he shook his head with a boyish cackle.

“Ohhh, you’ve made this night so much more entertaining for me.” He sighed wistfully before pushing you forward to dramatically haul his foot onto the toilet seat as if to brace himself. “Alright, deeep breath for me, let’s go.”

In spite of your humiliation, you too couldn’t help but begin giggling nervously at the absurdity of the situation. Gulping in a deep breath, you straightened your posture as stiff as you could as a theatrical grunt bubbled in his chest with his firm tug. The blasted zipper finally slid up the remainder of your back, leaving you both hollering in relief.

“See?” Satoru was clutching onto your arms lest you double over with the force of your belly laughs. “You just needed a big, strong— ”

“Satoru?”

Both your heads shot up to look at the now open door, and the woman you recognized as his mother now stood at the entrance with a less than impressed expression on her stern face. You could have strangled him for not bothering to even close the door, let alone lock it.

Mortified wouldn’t be a strong enough word.

Your fingers dug anxiously into your thighs as you sat at the painstakingly quiet table, sat right across from the woman who had just witnessed her son wrangling you back into your dress in the event’s restroom. At the very least, it seemed Satoru wasn’t fairing any better, staring down at his place setting as he took an absentminded sip of his wine. You had never seen him so… serious before. Though you had only known him briefly, it felt like a completely different man sitting next to you.

“So, I assume you two met at university?” His father’s stoic voice was finally the one to break the tension that he wasn’t even sure the reason of in the first place.

Glancing up with a fluttering gaze, you found the man’s familiarly striking blue eyes directed at you.

“Um, yes. We attend the same university.” You thought it best to not specify that that wasn’t where you two met, already having made an ill impression on his mother as it was.

“Oh? And what are you studying?” His mother opened her mouth for the first time since redirecting the both of you to the table. You looked up as the wait staff set a salad in front of you, though you felt far too anxious to eat right now.

“My major is in business.” You informed, picking up your fork in an attempt to at least look like you weren’t internally short-circuiting. There was a soft nudge on your thigh as Satoru subtly bumped his knee against you to get your attention. Peering over, you noted with flushed cheeks that he was tapping at the smaller fork at your placement, praying his parents didn’t make a comment to embarrass you any further. Gulping harshly, you moved to correct your mistake.

“Business, huh?” His father’s face seemed to light up marginally at your answer, and he looked toward his son pointedly. “Perhaps you can talk some sense into Satoru then. He’s been so stubborn about this… what is it again?”

You watched from your peripheral as his hand clenched at his silverware in response to his father’s not-so-subtle jab.

“Quantum physics.” He responded bluntly, stabbing at the tomato on his plate a bit more aggressively than necessary.

It was becoming clear to you the reason for his abrupt switch in temperament. You had only spent all of ten minutes sat with his parents, and it was evident how they seemed to drain that spark that was usually so easily present in his eyes. His response made your lips part slightly in astonishment. It’s not that you thought he was stupid, but you certainly had never pegged him as the type disciplined enough for such a rigorous field.

“Quantum physics!” His dad held his hand out with a bitter laugh before looking back at you. “Now what do you suppose he is going to get out of studying quantum physics that will be more fruitful than if he stayed within the family business?”

You wanted to defend him, already preparing a curt but respectful response about how he’d get more out of studying something he was passionate about, but the older Gojo continued talking.

“Is that what you’re doing?” He asked you as he took a sip of his wine. “Studying to stay within a family business?”

The mention of your family spilling from the lips of the very man responsible for ninety percent of their struggles made your jaw clench. Perhaps it was the forlorn expression that had overtaken Satoru’s once lively face that gave you the courage to not simply brush it under the rug.

“Actually, I’m studying business in hopes of buying my father’s farm from him in the future.” You clarified with your lips set in a firm line. Beside you, Satoru’s head slowly turned to face you as it seemed he had come to the realization faster than his parents were.

“A farm?” His dad scoffed with an amused smile. “That’s nonsense. No sense in wasting your efforts on a farm. You should hope to do better than your parents did, don’t you think? I certainly hope the same for my son.”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, cluching at the napkin in your lap.

“Dad, that’s—”

“Better?” You laughed bitterly, cutting off whatever attempt Gojo was going to make to defend you. “Perhaps, sir, my father’s farm would be doing better if your company wasn’t driving him off his own land.”

It seemed that the man was finally putting two and two together, your last name falling from his lips in recognition.

“I see what this is about.” He shook his head with a patronizing smile, wiping at his mouth with the stark white napkin. “Sweetheart, this is just the way society progresses. City’s grow, and—”

“As does your bank account, I’m assuming.” You bit back with a raised brow. “What progresses society is people who actually give a shit about that society.”

“A farmer’s mouth too to match her father’s. Boy, son, do you know how to pick them.”

“Dad! ” Satoru growled out in warning as his silverware clattered down onto his plate, and you weren’t sure if the flush in his cheeks was from anger or humiliation.

“Don’t bother.” You abruptly stood from your seat, hoping desperately that you could hold your mortified tears back long enough to not break down in front of everyone. “I think I’ve had my fill of playing dress up for one night.”

As you stormed toward the exit, the bottom of your dress bundled up furiously in your hands, you could hear Satoru calling after you. You couldn’t bear to look back at him though, the tears falling in angry, stinging streams down your cheeks as the fresh air nipped at your face. His long legs seemed to carry him much faster than you anticipated though, and his hand was soon curling desperately around your arm.

“Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”

“No, but I did, okay?” You cried, swiping furiously at the mascara you were sure was staining your face right now. “I knew better, and I still let myself be— be humiliated. So, please just spare me the pity and let me go home, Gojo.”

“I’ll drive you—”

“Alone. I want to go home alone.”

His movements faltered, a hushed guilt striking his handsome face. The moonlight’s illumination seemed to bounce off his incandescent eyes as his gaze fluttered. With a solemn nod, he strode toward the sleek, black car parked just out front and knocked on the window. When it rolled down, a black-haired man peeked out in question as he adjusted the square frames on his nose.

“Take her home.” Satoru demanded simply before moving to open the back door for you. You kept your eyes focused on the ground as you ducked into the vehicle, but you could feel his solemn gaze burning a hole into the side of your head with every step. “I mean it— I’m sorry.”

After a pregnant pause with no response, he turned his head to the side, his Adam's apple bobbing with his strained gulp as he closed the door.

For the first time in what seemed like years, you went home and allowed yourself to cry in your father’s arms. Of course, this entailed your explanation of what had actually been going on that night, but you were too beside yourself to care anymore. In truth, you wished you could have told him how much you hated it, how you were counting the seconds until you could leave and forget about whatever idiotic agreement you’d made with Gojo. You couldn’t though, and that made your bitter tears that much worse.

Despite your rampant views on the lap of luxury these people draped themselves upon, it felt new and exciting to be at the front of it for the first time. As you desperately wracked your brain to explain your sudden change of heart, all clues pointed back to him, because it was exhilarating to waltz with him as though you had stumbled upon an ever gracious prince, and you could still feel the aching in your cheeks from the sheer force of the laughter he was able to pull from you even during perhaps one of the most embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions of your life.

You had come to the realization, and perhaps your father had as well, that it wasn’t the respect of the haughty company that had surrounded you two that night that made you feel so depraved as it was pulled from you— it was Satoru, and the way you couldn’t for the life of you find it in yourself to fault him for the impertinence of the masses, no matter how much easier it might have been if you did.

A tear escaped you for every memory of each smirk, each lingering touch and longing gaze— because it was the brash reminder of your glaring differences that stung worst of all. It was the realization that at your very core, you and Satoru were one in the same— in a desperate pursuit against the expectations set before you, yet forcefully pulled into the sickening orbit of their consequences nonetheless.

Satoru Gojo wasn’t at fault, you finally admitted to yourself as you stared up at your ceiling that night. You thought about the darkness that shrouded him with each insolent syllable that fell from his parent’s lips. You thought about how lonely it must feel in that grand house of his with no one around that didn’t have an agenda to push on him.

You thought about how many times he must have hidden in that little alcove in his vast hallway— not because he was the Gojo family’s disaster, but because however grating the silence his seclusion provided mustn’t have compared to the gruelling disquietude of belonging to family who had everything in the world except an ounce of care for their only son.

You had stopped crying for the shamed farmer’s daughter, and instead shed a tear for the forgotten prodigal son.

In the midst of star-lit dreams of dance floors barren of self-righteousness, you were pulled from your slumber by the distinct, sharp thuds against your window. It was proven difficult to pry your eyes open, given the countless streams that had stung them to sleep. Rubbing sluggishly at them in hopes of waking up enough to assess the situation, you slowly sat up in your bed. You paused for a moment, wondering if perhaps you had just been dreaming the offending noise, but it soon sounded once again.

Pulling yourself begrudgingly off your warmed sheets, you slowly made your way to the window, almost fearful of what you’d find as you peeked through the curtains.

“Oh my god.” You rasped out at the sight before you. Ripping your curtains aside, you wrangled your window open with a soft grunt. “What in god’s name are you doing, Gojo?”

He looked up at you as if surprised that you’d actually appeared, and the stunned expression made you wonder how many of the windows in your house he had assaulted before finally finding yours. His neatly tailored, sleek black suit still sat proudly on his frame as he huffed out a sigh.

“You were supposed to say ‘Romeo, oh Romeo—”

“Do you not remember what else Juliet tells Romeo in this scene?” You whispered furiously down at him, but he only blinked owlishly at you. “She tells him that he’s gonna get his ass beat if he gets caught. You’re not exactly my dad’s favorite person right now.”

“Then come down here.” He insisted pleadingly, holding up a bag for you to see. “I stole you a piece of cake.”

The two of you sat in the bed of your truck, shoulders slumped against one another as you passed a plate of cake back and forth. Neither of you were quite sure what to say, but you both knew it was comforting that the stars shining above you held nary an opinion about either of your paths. There was a blackening bruise lining his right undereye, the lid ever-so-slightly squinted shut. He didn’t mention anything about the way your eyes were still swollen from the tears you had shed, so you didn’t ask about his black eye or split knuckles.

“I’m sorry, Gojo.” It was the only thing you could think to say. Part of you was apologizing for the harsh manner in which you had prematurely critiqued him, the other part felt obligated to apologize for whatever had transpired between him and his father following your departure.

“Don’t call me that.” He shook his head, that tired expression haunting his face once again. “That’s not who I want to be— not right now.”

Gulping down the lump in your throat, you corrected yourself.

“I’m sorry, Satoru.”

It was silent for a few moments longer as you two finished your shared dessert. With a sigh, you leaned your head back to stare up at the myriad of stars shining down on you, and, from your peripheral, you saw Satoru do the same.

“There’s a theory in quantum physics that says objects don’t exist independently.” He began, his good eye working to count each star that caught his attention— willing them into existence. “In other words, if no one is around to see it, it just… doesn’t exist.”

Your lashes fluttered as you soaked in his words, the implications weighing down on your chest as you cast a sidelong glance his way, but he was too busy assuring that each star was observed, acknowledged and therefore real.

“I think it felt like that for me. Like the version of me I actually understood didn’t exist because no one was willing to acknowledge it.” He confessed, his head finally lolling to the side to observe you next. Each freckle and scar, each blink and trembling lip was confirmed under his watchful eye. “I don’t think anyone’s ever seen it.”

“I see it.” You reassured in a hushed whisper. A small smile finally curled at the corners of his mouth as he nodded softly.

“You see it.” He confirmed.

You hummed pensively, a modest smile of your own lighting your features ablaze.

“So if you closed your eyes right now— I would just cease to exist then?” You challenged his theory teasingly, wondering when the last time it was that he had gotten to speak about his passion to anyone who actually cared. Although he knew the partially philosophical theory ran much deeper than the laden explanation you were giving, he couldn’t help but indulge your challenge.

“Science is science, princess.” Satoru shrugged with a beguiled smirk.

“So, you’re saying— ” You leaned forward to tug on his already loosened tie until it came undone. The motion had a rushing heat swirling in his chest, taking note of the way the moonlight emphasized the mischievous glint hidden in your eyes. “If I tied this thing around your eyes— poof— I’m no longer here?”

“Well, a good scientist always tests his theories, of course.” He stammered breathlessly, his legs parting to accommodate your crawling between them. His lips parted as you slowly moved the tie over his fluttering eyes, your chests brushing together while you reached behind him to secure it around his head.

Moving away from him, you leaned back to observe your handiwork. Although blindfolded, you still tilted your head with a teasing smirk as though he’d be able to see it.

“Well?” You whispered, watching the way his chest heaved with anticipatory pants. “Am I still here?”

The aged truck creaked ever-so-slightly as Satoru shifted onto his knees, his hands reaching out blindly until they met your ankle. Using it as a guide, he carefully crawled forward, hands snaking up your body until he was hovering above you. The ends of the tie that hung from the back of his head brushed against your cheek as he leaned down closer to you.

“Not sure yet.” His hushed tone sent shivers down your spine, and you laid back to stare up at him.

Nimble fingers trailed up to search out your face, and a tickled smile fought its way onto his lips when he grazed your nose instead on his pursuit. Although it wasn’t his target, he still brushed a featherlight touch down the bridge of your nose before moving to cup your flushed cheeks.

“Your nose is still here, cheeks are still here.” Satoru murmured each checkpoint tenderly. Humming contentedly, he brushed a few lingering hairs behind your ears, thumbing against the delicate lobes in feigned assessment. “Hair, ears…”

His face was drawing closer with each confirmation, and soon the fingers that were still tucked behind your nape pulled your head up ever so slightly until his lips brushed against yours. It was barely a graze initially, a deliberate tease that he was quickly realizing he didn’t have the willpower to keep up, quickly abandoning it in favor of molding his mouth harmoniously against yours.

“Your lips,” He sighed wantonly against you, his voice almost falling into a soft whine. “Your lips are still here— thank god.”

You giggled against him, reaching up to run your fingernails down the short, velvety hairs of his neatly kept undercut. It made him shiver, a smirk curling into your frenzied kiss as he hummed appreciatively.

“Your hands.” Satoru continued as you pushed at his suit jacket, making him pull away from you for a moment as he shrugged it off. The very hands that he’d just confirmed the existence of didn’t pull him back down right away, instead surprising him as they worked quickly to unbutton his dress shirt, and it was soon joining his jacket in a discarded pile beside you. He clutched at your wrists maneuvering them to run your tender hands down his chest.

And so he disproved his own theory with the eager exploration of each heaven-sent inch of you, pulling your sweater over your head to confirm the way your breasts heaved against his chest, leaning down to brush his nose and lips across each one of good measure. You aided him with fumbling shuffles to pull down your sweatpants, his desolate moan nearly breaking the resolve of your patience as he carefully inched forward to lick a strip up your folds that glistened under the moonlight in a manner he wished he could see.

“All here, princess.” Satoru murmured near drunkenly, pressing a few sloppy kisses against your throbbing heat to elicit a few more of those bewitching whimpers from you before making his way back up to press his lips bruisingly against yours.

“And if you leave would I still be here?” You panted against his lips, reaching down to fumble with the buckle of his belt before pulling his bottoms down past the lean curve of his ass.

“I won’t leave— I’ll never leave.” He shook his head forlornly, glistening lips falling open as you grasped at his cock. Falling forward on his elbows, his clammy forehead pressed against yours.

“Swear it.” You gasped as his tip pushed blindly into you, your moans synchronizing in blissful tandem. Through his parted lips, you could still see the way his lips twitched up at your words.

“What shall I swear by?”

Your heels dug into the cool surface of the truck bed, driving your hips up, pushing him deeper into you as he ground down, the subtle impact sending his head reeling back up to face the stars.

“Not your parents, not your last name.” Your responses began to sound like mindless babbles, but he could swear he understood each syllable as he nodded desolately in raptured agreement. The blunt edges of your short nails dug into his nape to pull him closer to you, your lips brushing once again and sharing each exhale greedily into one another’s mouths. “By you, just you, Satoru.”

“I swear.” He gasped, his hips snapping up in a brutal pursuit of your mutual intoxication. Each of your saccharine moans sent tendrils of euphoric bliss twisting down his spine, and he clutched at your waist in an attempt to ground himself as he felt his own thrusts quickly losing their focus. “I swear— ah! I swear I’ll never leave, and you’ll— ” His rapturous moans cut rudely between his oath. “— and you’ll always be here.”

“I’ll always be here.” You confirmed, brows meshing up as you watched him fall apart with the reassurance of your promise. Reaching up, you pulled the tie down to fall around his neck, his eyes finding yours in an instant as though he would be able to pinpoint their warmth even blind, and he was sure he could— he was sure he could do anything as he spilled himself into you, riding out his high with slack-jawed, lanugid grinds.

“You’ll always be here.”

And it was true even as you two woke beside one another that next morning after you’d snuck him up to your room. The bruise around his eye had spread substantially, the injured lid now swelled completely shut, but he swore even with just one eye to behold you that you were just as stunning as you had been beneath the moon’s gracious light last night underneath of him. Sitting up on his hands, he allowed the sheets to fall down his chest as he observed the way you seemed to still shiver even under the protective layers of your sweater and thick bottoms.

Brushing the hair from your face, he leaned down to press his lips against your temple, each of his tender kisses pulling you farther and farther away from your slumber until you stirred beneath him. He smiled when you groaned in disapproval at his interruption of your coma-like state.

“Sorry, I just don’t want your dad to catch—”

But, much like the theory he rambled on about the night prior, his acknowledgment of the man seemed to will him right into existence with a careful knock on your door. You shot up into a sitting position, eyes wide and frantic as you moved to push against Satoru’s shoulders, attempting with fleeting hope to wrangle his large frame into the closet or perhaps under the bed.

No attempt would be fast enough though, not with your father’s burning desire to check on you following the state that you’d gone to sleep in the night prior, and the door creaked open.

“You doing okay, sweet—”

There in the cramped bed of his daughter was the very man you had cried against him for just mere hours ago— the son of the very family that had assured you’d never hope for your own aspirations in life, far too focused on fixing his that the Gojo’s had made their life mission to ruin. An unreadable mix of emotions swirled onto his stunned face in a way that had both of you holding your breath.

His lips parted, but he took note of the swelled, gruellingly dark bruise that surrounded his eye and branched out subtly onto the bridge of his nose. He watched the way the Satoru still clung to your hand, and how your fingers curled in uncertainty into the fabric of his open, button down shirt. He thought about how despite all that you had told him last night— you couldn’t find it in you to speak an ill word about him, only noting to your father how scared he’d looked at a dinner table with his own parents.

Your father’s tired shoulders slowly deflated as he sighed.

“Why don’t you two come down to get something to eat?” With that, he shut the door, leaving the two of you in stunned silence as his boots retreated down the stairs.

“Is that—” Satoru licked his lips anxiously, his good eye flickering frantically around the room before falling on you. “Is that code for something?

You could only silently shake your head, your gaze still fixed upon the door he’d just left through. Although your heart was still pounding relentlessly against your ribcage, it was beginning to settle with the assurance that your father was a far more merciful man than you had ever given him credit for.

The two of you slowly creeped downstairs after having gotten yourselves together, Satoru’s white hair still disheveled from your pillow as he hesitantly poked his head out to peer toward the kitchen. Your father’s back was facing him, working to flip what looked to be a pancake on the griddle before him, but he turned around upon hearing the creaks in the stairs.

You had to give him props, because even despite his nerves surrounding his life at the moment, he still stepped forward to bow to your father in greeting, a motion that had the smallest of smiles hinting at the man’s lips. With a hum, he turned back around to plate the pancake that had finished cooking.

“My daughter tells me you're a physicist, Gojo.” He commented, taking the plate of stacked pancakes to place them on the table.

It took him aback, as he wasn’t sure anyone had ever called him that before— ever even acknowledged the path he had chosen for himself. You watched with a soft gaze as his good eye fluttered rapidly while he blinked away the misty haze that seemed to involuntarily cloud it. With a growing smile, he nodded slowly, taking a seat in the chair your dad had pulled out for him.

“Trying to be, sir.” He explained breathlessly before looking up at you with a tender smile. “And it’s Satoru— just Satoru.”

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thekinslayed · 8 months ago

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And Now You're Here

summary | When the pains of his loss rendered him weak, there was only one thing that could soothe Aemond's pain

pairing | aemond targaryen x wife!reader

tags | slightly ooc aemond, stubborn aem + stubborn wife, hurt/comfort, mentions of injury and pain, fluff

wordcount | 1k

note | not sure what this is if i'm being honest but i needed something comforting after this week <3

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

Aemond Targaryen was sharply perceptive. With the loss of half his sight, his other senses became acute in their efforts to compensate. He could sense the faintest smells wafting in the room, felt the lightest whisper of a touch on his skin, and heard the quietest clinks, taps, and thumps in the walls of his home. On better days, such abilities would benefit him and his evolution into a sharpened soldier, but today, it irked him.

Five years had come and gone since that cursed night at Driftmark, but the repercussions of what those bastards did to him remained in the pains that coursed through his left socket every so often. It would start as an itch in the scarred cavern, one that would run down the length of his scar, and it would take much of him not to pick at the slashed skin. Then, the throbbing would start, a pulsating drum deep in his temple that would irritate him quickly until the pain would spread, and the swordsman prince would be reduced to an unmoving, suffering stone in his chambers.

With his head leaned onto the back of the settee, Aemond merely sat with his eye closed, taking deep breaths in a futile effort to calm himself. He could feel his hair gently sway with the cool late spring breeze that filtered through the room, a small kindness to aid him in his predicament. The light behind his lid flickered and dimmed with the slow passing of time, a dance of shadows for a boy wounded. At some point in his suffering, he’d begun to make peace with it, had settled his temper into a submission to a pain that would soon pass. That was until the grand old oak doors opened, sending a rush of wind through the vast chambers and disrupting his peace. Aemond clenched his fists yet remained unmoving, too weary to jump to his feet and brandish his dagger at his intruder.

“I thought I made myself clear I was not to be disturbed,” the prince seethed, the venom in his tone a weapon sharp enough. The throbbing in his temple quickened, now a relentless hammering from the meat of his face down to his skull.

“Even by me?”

The voice was honey-sweet, a cooling balm to blanket his dragonfire into smothered smoke. He opened his good eye and craned his neck to look at where you stood with hands clasped at your front and a knowing smile of warmth on those cherry lips. Aemond never smiled even on his good days, but the sight of you was enough to tempt a lift in the corner of his lips.

“Does it hurt?” you asked in concern, to which your husband merely responded with a grunt.

“I’m fine.”

You tutted his name in scolding, getting straight to work by swiftly grabbing the salve he’d kept for times like these, but the pain had him stuck to his seat before he could even attempt to find the jar. He closed his eye once more as his wife scurried about in a whirlwind of skirts, grabbing this and that before plopping by his side with a sigh. “Do you want to take it out, or shall I?” you asked, referring to the glinting sapphire eye on his blind side. Aemond remained unmoving, unwilling, and stubborn.

“I told you I am alright. The pain has started to pass,” he lied, yet betrayed by the evident clenching in his jaw.

“Aemond,” he heard you sigh, equally as stubborn to provide him care. The skin on his left forearm tickled to life with your soft caress, gently squeezing in your urging. “I passed Ser Criston and the halls and wondered how he was back so soon when your training would go past well beyond this hour, and then he told me,” you explained softly.

His breath ran deep as he exhaled through his nose, resolve starting to chip from the warmth on his left side. “I do not need mothering,” he grumbled, finally moving to remove the heavy stone from his socket in reluctant yielding. You merely hummed, wiping off the carved jewel with a clean cloth and setting it aside.

“That is true, but I am not your mother. I am your wife, my prince, and it is my duty to see my husband well cared for, is it not?” you pointed out, pleased with such a wise thought uttered from your pretty lips. He could chuckle at the satisfied look on your face with his acquiescence, subtly turning his head to see you better. Your hands did diligent work to clean the scarred flesh, not a single trace of disgust swimming in your eyes, and it made his chest feel lighter. The cloth was damp and cool against his face when you pressed, a welcome relief from his torment.

The salve came next— a balmy mixture of mint, sage, and some sweet-smelling herbs procured by Orwyle. It didn’t do much in truth, for his lingering pains were but a mystery to even the wisest maester’s expertise, but the cooling poultice was enough to distract him. It helped that your touch was a balm soothing in itself, always so gentle despite his ragged edges. Aemond merely watched in silence while you focused, his brow unfurling from the loosened tension that bound them tight.

“You should’ve called the maester if you were in such pain, my darling,” you frowned. In a comical switch, the one-eyed prince’s lips lifted in an amused smile, lifting his thumb to smooth over the crease between your eyebrows.

“I have no need for him,” Aemond replied. “You’re here.”

His words seemed to please you, pout reversing back into the smile he loved with all of his angry heart. Your kiss on his lips he loved the most, ever so powerful in healing whatever rot had festered deep within his soul. No maester could ever cure him the way you did. To be so blind with the loss of his eye left Aemond cold, half of his world untouched by the blazing sun and left to succumb to darkness, and now you are here, settled into his side with a touch so loving, and he felt it. It was warm when you were here, utterly bright, and Aemond was whole.

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admiringlove · 5 months ago

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a tempest gilded in ruin: teaser.

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

↬ genre: jjk x regency era au; arranged marriage au; drama; romance; angst and then fluff; slowburn basically; happy ending i promise but it takes angst to get there.

↬ warnings: none! (full warnings tba)

↬ teaser word count: 0.5k. | expected word count: 30k-ish.

↬ note: this work was specifically written for loml @gojofile, it's her birthday gift, so it'll be released on her special day, which is very soon 💌 art by @3-aem.

The following is the latest article from the gossip column, "The Veiled Quill". It is titled: A Tempest Gilded In Ruin. This copy was delivered to Highgrove House, the Viscount's residence.

My dearest gentle readers.

The impossible has come to pass—the Duke of Six Eyes, the most elusive bachelor in the kingdom, is to wed at last. Yes, you read that correctly. The very same His Grace, Gojo Satoru, known for his mastery of duels, razor-sharp wit, and a scandalous fondness for the less refined pleasures of high society, has finally been caught in the silken snare of matrimony. But before we all begin preparing our congratulatory sentiments, let us examine the matter closely—for this match is as perplexing as it is impractical.

His betrothed? The Viscount’s daughter, a lady of unimpeachable standing, one whose name has never been inked in these pages for any wrongdoing. No moonlit dalliances, no whispered improprieties, not a single rumor worth repeating. A model of grace and virtue, bound in wedlock to a lord of reckless indulgence. A match ordained by fate? Or a disaster waiting to unfold?

The Duke of Six Eyes, after all, is no ordinary noble. He is a man who bows to no one, who treats duty as a suggestion rather than a law, whose very presence in court is an unpredictable tempest—one moment dazzling with charm, the next vanishing into the night with a knowing smirk. That such a man should take a wife is scandal enough—that he should take this wife, a woman so wholly unlike him, is beyond comprehension.

And yet, dear readers, not all is as it seems.

For while the public sees a coldly arranged union, those with ears close to the court whisper of a history shared. It is said that this betrothal is not as sudden as we are meant to believe—that, in their youth, the Duke and his intended were not strangers but rather childhood acquaintances. Could it be that the ever-unattainable Gojo Satoru once harbored a softness for the Viscount’s daughter? Did they once exchange lingering glances, secret words, or something far more telling?

It is, of course, equally possible that the Duke treats this match as he does all matters of duty—with complete disregard and thinly veiled mockery. After all, has he not been seen in the finest gambling halls and gentlemen’s clubs well past the hour of reason? Does he not revel in the company of artists and libertines rather than the noble ladies who sigh longingly behind their lace fans?

Perhaps His Grace is merely playing along for now—letting the world believe he is tamed, while he quietly plots his escape.

Or perhaps—just perhaps—the storm that is Gojo Satoru has met his match.

Will this marriage be a battle of wills, a contest of untamed hearts, or something far more dangerous—a love that neither party dares to admit?

One can only wonder… and watch.

With quill in hand and ears ever listening, Phantom.

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lionneee · 1 year ago

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You and Aemond are on vacation

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: p in v, fingering, smut, kissing, taking of sexual themes, tits sucking/playing.•

Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader

You and Aemond are returning to the hotel after a day at the beach, you open the hotel room, get inside then go to the balcony to let out to dry the towels you used during the day.

"l’ll let you go in the shower first if you want." You said without looking back at him.

Aemond enters the room immediately after you and sits down on the bed, tired after a whole day at the beach, looking out at the balcony.

"Thanks, but I'd rather have you join me. If you want to, of course."

You huff a laugh and go back inside, going in the bathroom, but Aemond catches your wrist before you even get to the door, pulling you to him against his chest, arms wrapping around your waist. He places his chin on your shoulder, his body pressed behind you.

"You know I hate showering alone." He mumbles close to your ear. You roll your eyes at his childish behavior, smirking at him.

"Oh, you poor guy." You look at him with fake pity.

He hugs you close, running his hand over the bare skin of your stomach.

"Mmmhm." He hums into your shoulder, his mouth brushing against your skin as he presses small kisses along the side of your neck then to your ear, nipping at your lobe.

"I had to watch you all day in that little bikini of yours, without touching you like I wanted to..."

"Oh really?" You raise your eyebrows, smiling at his words.

"Mhm... but we were in public... I had to behave. I've fantasized about being here with you behind closed doors many times." He says into your ear, his hands slowly move up your body, fingers skimming along your curves.

"I remember you stretching out your hands when we were in the water..." You smirk.

He laughs softly against your skin, moving to press kisses along your shoulder.

"It's hard to control myself when you're wrapped around me with so little on." He says, his hands trailing slowly back down your stomach.

"Mh mh..."

"I wanted to touch you everywhere." He whispers, lips moving from your shoulder to the underside of your jaw. He holds you against him tightly, your ass pushed against him as his hands slide up against the sides of your hips.

He moves his mouth down to your neck, kissing under your ear, sucking the skin between his teeth, his tongue tracing along the shell.

His hips rock forward against yours, his hands moving over your body again, tracing up over your stomach, up the sides of your bare ribcage.

"No marks— We're going to the beach tomorrow, Aem, people will see" You pull his face away.

He groans a bit, reluctantly pulling his mouth away from your skin.

"Damn." He grumbles, but doesn't stop his hands from exploring your skin. They move over your stomach and up, over the curve of your sides to the bottom of your breast.

He slides his other hand up the other side.

just barely grazes the underside of the top of your bikini with his thumb. He cups them both, pressing your back against him. "Can they see here?"

You turn your head to look at him, your lips parted as you bite back a moan.

He looks down at her, his eyes are darkened with desire, just watching your reaction as his hands fondle your tits.

"No one can see here…” He murmurs, one of his hands coming up to run a finger along the strap of your bikini top, slowly working it down your shoulder. "Only me."

His hands slide down to your hips, slowly turning your around to face him, his eyes looking over your slowly.

"We should go shower, baby." He says with his eyes fixed on your tits as he pulls down the top.

"It's too small for both of us" You say, anticipation running in your veins.

"Mmm, then you'll just have to be close." He says, leaning down, his mouth against your neck and shoulder, his lips nipping at your soft skin. He reaches for your hips and hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He walks into the bathroom, holding you tight to him against his chest. He puts you down on the counter, but quickly moves his hands around, to untie the bikini bottom, pulling it off of you, then bends his head down to your chest, his lips finding the side, then under your breast, kissing along the soft skin there as his fingers run over your core slowly. "Much better..."

You moan as you look down at him, putting a hand on the back of his neck to keep him close

He hums in approval against your soft skin as he kisses over your breast, his hands holding your hips. His eye is looking up at your as he mouths at the underside of your breast, his tongue tasting the flesh.

"N-not there— It's sweaty—"

He laughs lightly, his breath hot against the slick skin.

"I don't mind, baby..." He kisses over your breast, to the side, up and towards your neck, his tongue tracing up your skin, tasting the salty sweat. His hands move over your legs again, slowly spreading them apart to create space for his hand to move more freely.

You moan as you throw your head back, pulling his head closer.

"Mmm, I love the sounds you make for me..."

He mutters between kisses to your neck as he pushes your legs further apart, his body moving between them as his other hand holds your hips tight. He slowly pushes two fingers inside you, making you moan out loud at the sweet intrusion.

“Fuck— Aemond—“ You moan again as he suck on you nipples, his fingers moving inside you, rubbing your walls in quick movements.

“You like this, princess?” He hums as he keeps sucking at your tits with a groan, biting your nipple softly.

“Yes— God Aem— Yes, I love it…”

He kisses down your neck, taking his fingers out of you, stealing a loud whine from you as he picks you up again, bringing you in the shower, his tongue tracing over your skin as he walks.

He stands up straight when you get to the shower, turning on the water, pushing your back under the water and backing you against the wall, letting go of your legs. He cups your face, gently pulling your head up to look at him, his single eye staring back at you.

"Turn around for me, love. Put your hands against the wall."

You turn around immediately and you press yourself against the glass door, meeting your reflection on the mirror outside the shower.

He positions you the way he wants, and he steps close behind you, hands on your hips as he looks over your reflection in the mirror.

"Damn... look at you..." He murmurs as he runs his hand down over your stomach, from the back of your neck to between your legs, his fingers sliding gently again over your core, finding your wetness.

“What happened here? I’ve only barely touched you, pretty.” He smirks as he pushes the tip of three fingers barely inside and out, making you arch your back against him.

You moan as your breasts press more against the glass, erasing the fog from the glass.

Aemond pushes his hips against you, rubbing his erection hidden in his bathing suit, his hands roaming and touching every part of you he can reach as he looks over your reflection with a dark, hungry stare in his eye.

He bends to the side, his mouth trailing to your shoulder, to your neck, to your ear, biting and kissing along the flesh.

"You look so damn good like that for me..."

You keep one of your hands on the glass as with the others You pull the strings of his bathing suit, he looks down at your hand as he groans quietly when they fall to the floor.

"Mmm just had to do that, didn't you?"

He mutters against your neck, one of his hands coming up to your throat, his fingers wrapping lightly around it, the other moving from your hips down between your thighs.

"Can't take a proper shower with them— Ah!" You whine loudly as he pushes three fingers inside, moving them in and out, rubbing your walls at a fast pace.

He laughs against your ear.

"You need to hold tight to the glass for me, baby."

His hand moves down from your throat finding your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive nipple between them.

"Aemond…" You whine, needing more than just his fingers.

"Oh I love it when you say my name like that, love..." He mumbles against your skin, his hand still caressing your breast, his mouth by your ear.

"Are you going to be able to keep your hands on the glass, baby?" He asks, his other hand between your legs, retrieving his fingers to lightly touch your clit.

"Mmmhh— Yes—"

"Good girl..." He murmurs, the hand on your breast moves to your hair, grabbing a fistful, keeping your head pulled up to look towards the mirror.

His mouth kisses and bites at the skin of her

neck and shoulder as his other hand slowly moves against her, teasing and touching.

"No— can't mark there—"

He groans against your skin, reluctantly pulling his mouth away.

"Then stop looking so damn irresistible...."

He says, his eye looking into hers in the mirror. His hand tightens in your hair, just slightly as he looks over your body.

"I'm not doing anything..." You whine.

"Looking the way you do is doing more than enough, baby." He mutters, his hand releasing the grip on your hair as he steps closer, one hand grabbing your hip to hold you in place against him.

"You know how much I like seeing you like this... seeing you look at yourself for me..." He moves your head straight, wiping the glass to make you gaze back at the mirror.

"Damn...look at you." He mumbles, hands roaming shamelessly over your body. His eye is burning as he looks at you in the mirror, his mouth close to your ear.

"Do you have any idea how bad I want you right now?"

He says, his hips pushing forward against her, his body pressed tight behind hers.

You moan as you push yourself back against him, feeling his hard cock between your asscheeks. His hands both hold your hips, moving your body so you grind on his cock as he pressed his forehead against your back..

"Mmmm... Fuck baby… So fucking pretty—"

He lets out a breath against your wet skin, his forehead pressing down against the damp skin of your shoulder.

"Hold on for me, love..."

He mutters, one hand leaving your hip to position himself behind her.

"Do you need the lube?" You ask looking back as the water keeps running front he shower

"Yeah."

He says in a somewhat strained voice, one eye looking down to watch his hand between them, running up your skin.

"Can you reach it?" He says, his head tilting slightly.

You open the glass door, grabbing the beauty case and taking the lube from inside, handing it to him.

He laughs at her quickness as he takes the tube from her, amused. He looks up at you from behind.

"Eager, are we?" He pours out a small amount of lube on his fingers, setting the tube down while his other hand pours the lube on his cock.

"Maybe I should make you wait a while... take my time with you..." He murmurs, his hand moving again to your core, spalming the remaining in your cunt, his mouth kissing along your shoulder and neck.

"Aemond—" You groan as you push yourself back, not able to handle more teasing.

"Mmmm. You really want it, don't you, love?" He says between kisses, the slick fingers moving slowly on you. He pushes against you a little with his hips, holding you still with his hand.

"You want me, babe?" He whispers in your ear.

"Yes... please—" You cry out.

He lets out a breath against your skin, his face leaning into your neck. He lets out a quiet moan.

"Gods I love it when you beg..." He whispers, his fingers moving faster against her, then he pulls his hand away, moving it on her tit, his hips rocking slowly against hers, slowly starting to slip in.

"Fuck— Aemond... not so slow—" You whine as you feel his cock entering you delisciously, stretching your walls because of his thickness.

"Baby you have to be patient." He says, his breath against your neck, his arm wrapping around your waist, holding you to him. His hand squeezes her tits together, groaning at their softness..

"I want to take my time with you... I want you to ache with how much you want me, how badly you want me to give it to you..."

He murmurs, his mouth kissing up your neck,

You groan as you start to push back, trying to get control of the pace to get what you want.

He lets a low hiss at your pushing back, his arm around your waist tightening his hug to still you. "You have to be patient, baby…” He repeats a bit of sternness in his voice. ”I'm the one in control here."

"I want—“ You gasp, feeling him pull back without even reaching the very end of his cock inside you. “Don't you want to feel me deeper? Mh?" You moan as you push back your ass. He groans as he stands back up, unwrapping his arm from you, his hand digging into your hip to stop you.

"You're making it harder to take it slow, love..." He says, his hand squeezing your breast tighter, almost painfully so, as a warning. He looks up at you through the mirror, his gaze dark and heavy.

"Harder— Faster—" You order him. “Please, I need it, Aemond… I need you.” You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist your begging, not after a day at the beach, where he got to see you half naked, but not being able to touch you.

To be fair, you knew that if it wasn’t for you, he would have no problem to fuck you in the water or on the deckchair.

"Oh damn it all." He says it more to himself, his hand tightening over your breast as he grips your hip again, holding your in place as he thrusts hard, pushing his cock all the way in, making you jerk away for a moment, your walls working hard to accommodate him.

“You ask more than you can take—“ He growls as he pushes again, hard. “But I won’t hold back, baby— You’re getting what you asked for.” He mutters, breathing out through his nose as he looks down at them as he thrust faster, every deliver of his hips pushing you against the glass.

"Faster— Go faster—" You moan as you turn your head back to look down at his thighs hitting your ass as he keeps filling you again and again.

He gasps, his fingers digging into your hip, his mouth against your neck as he rocks into you, his motions getting rougher, faster.

"Damn baby... you're so impatient..." He moans

"Aemond— stop marking my neck—" You moan as you press your thighs together as he keep thrusting harder, his pace getting inhumanly fast.

"Can't help it... you look too good..." He says against your neck, his teeth running gently over your skin as he moves, picking up the pace even more. "And I like seeing you marked up by me... it makes me think of the other times, when l've left you all bruised up by me, by my mouth, by my hands..."

"Fuck—" You clench your hands on the glass as you look a him through the mirror, the erotic reflection making you clench around him.

"God— You're so hot— Aemond harder — I want you harder—" You moan as you wipe the glass to see his face on the mirror, his head bent down, looking at your cunt squeezing him inside.

"Damn it all... you look so good..." He gasps again at your clenching, and your words, pushing harder, faster, his face contorted in pleasure as he keeps you still with his hand on your breast and the other on your hip.

He groans, his teeth scraping down your neck, his eye looking up at your in the mirror as you keep moaning, your mouth open as you throw your head back.

"You just can't shut up, can you? You're too damn loud..." He says with a slight edge to his voice, but he can't really be angry when he's trying his best not just to lose it completely right there.

"Fuck— Aemond— Yes— Aemond!"

"That's it baby... say my name... I want you to say my name..."

He gets faster, harder, rougher, as his eye looks at you through the mirror, his grip tightening on your hip. He sucks and bites at your neck again, his face buried against your skin.

"Keep watching love... look at how good we look..."

You look up at the mirror, moaning loudly at the image of you fucking like animals, the sound of skin slapping louder because of the water filling the room.

"Gods— Aemond—"

"That's it baby... don't look away." He's looking almost feral now as he keeps staring at you over in the mirror, his eye darker now as he keeps moving, his mouth on your neck, his teeth almost sinking in as his body moves against you.

He's losing control, and you’re making it hard to hold back. But damn he loved it.

"You like it when I do this to you, don't you?"

"Yes— I love it— I love it!" You moan loudly again

"F-fuck... If you keep this up... I'm not gonna last much longer, baby..."

He groans against your skin, his face buried against your neck, his breaths coming out heavier and faster against your as they move, his eye not looking away. He's on edge now but he's not going to give up or give in until he's left you a mess.

Feeling his edge too close, he suddenly slips out.

"No—" You cry out, your body pressing against the glass door. "Aemond..." You whine as you feel suddenly empty.

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up." He squeezes his eye shut, trying to concentrate as he holds back his orgasm.

He groans as he pushes you around, pressing your back against the wall as he opens his eye.

"Stay still for once. Fuck, you— you feel too good. So fucking tight—"

He groans again as he closed his eye again, pressing his forehead on yours.

You look at him as you pant, your brows furrow by your pleasure abruptly interrupted.

"Aem—" You start saying, but he immediately stops you.

"Stop, stop. Don't look at me like that. Stop saying my name."

He mutters between gritted teeth, his eye clenched shut, his hands still on your hips, holding you still.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy... I'm trying to keep control here but you keep making it so damn hard, baby, you're so fucking loud. So—" He groans as he instinctively rubs his cock in your thigh. "So loud—"

You reach the shelf behind him, he groans as watches you grab the tube again, his eye following your hand.

"You're not making this easier..." He growls, gripping your thigh and pulling it up to his hip.

"Damn it, why do you have to look so damn good..."

You let some lube fall on your hand, and you put the tube back on the shelf as you start to slowly massage his cock then gripping him tight at the base.

He gasps, his forehead hitting your shoulder as he groans against your skin.

"Fuck— Don't you dare tease me..."

He gasps again, his hips moving against your hand on him.

"I told you to behave, baby. You don't listen very well, do you...?"

You tighten your grip on his base, perhaps too much, stealing a gasp from him.

"O-ow— not so... not so tight, baby..."

He mutters against you, gritting his teeth from the pressure.

"F-fuck that's... not very nice, baby."

He lets out a shaky breath, his head against your shoulder as he hisses, gritting his teeth, trying to keep control.

"Tighten it anymore and l'm gonna lose it." He warns, lifting his head to look at you. His eye is dark, his expression bordering on dangerous, but he's desperate.

"I thought it might help you take back control…" You whisper in his ear as you give it another little squeeze.

He bites down on his bottom lip, closing his eye as the touch of your hand and the sound of your voice in his ear.

"Stop—" He pants, keeping his eye closed as he swallows.

"Don't do that. You're really pushing your luck, baby." He warns you. You smirk as you let go of him.

He opens his eye and looks at you, breathing heavily.

"You're really pushing me hard here, you know that? And you know how I can get."

His eye is darker now, more intense as he holds your gaze, waiting to see what you're going to do next.

"You really expected me to be good after you pulled out like that?" You raise your head at him.

"I had to, otherwise I wasn't going to last much longer if you kept that up..." He replies, an expression of both annoyance and amusement at your words. He gives your thigh a squeeze. “You’re too damn good. You know I’m on my knees here, baby. I had to concentrate so much today to not get hard. Especially when you were face down getting your damn tan. Or when you fucking asked me to untie your bra.” He grits his teeth at the memory. “But you've been nothing but a naughty little vixen tonight... pushing my buttons, teasing me." He kept your thigh up with his hand as he aligned again. "You're not getting away with it... I'll still make you regret it."

He says against your neck, his tongue flicking at the hickeys on your skin. "But damn it if I don't love when you push me like this... it makes me wanna play rough with you, baby..."

You push his face away but then you gasp loudly as you feel him slipping all in so suddenly.

"Fuck— Aemond—" You moan loudly as you throw your head back.

"Ah— don't pull away from me."

He groans against your skin, his mouth sucking and biting, his eye closing, his breath escaping in a rush as he pushes into you.

"Shit, baby you're so... so tight—"

You moan as you push his face away again, you don’t want visible marks if you’re going again to the beach tomorrow. Even if you felt it was too late already.

"Don't mark my neck— ah—"

"I can't help it. You look too damn good with a mark on you. That's what you get for pushing my buttons."

He says between breaths as he holds you tight against him.

"You're all mine, baby... these marks are all mine, all over you. Mine."

"Aemond— Fuck—" You push his head down as you arch your back, his mouth close to your breasts.

"Gods..." He gasps, his mouth quickly moving to your tits, pushing his face between them.

"You pushed me too far baby... you're going to get yourself in real trouble now..." He groans, his mouth sucking and biting at your tit as he moves his head to the side, leaving marks all over where no one but him would see.

"Keep— Keep going—" You look down at him, watching him feast in your tits as he keeps thrusting inside you, his pace hard on you, never faltering.

"You're really begging for it now, aren't you?" He mutters against your skin, his body pressed to yours, his mouth making marks all over your chest.

"You're gonna regret making me lose my control, baby..."

He groans again, picking up the pace.

"Oh— Fuck— Aemond—" You moan as you keep his head secure on your tit as he keeps sucking on it, his hand grabbing the other tightly.

"That's it baby... say my damn name..."

He commands, his mouth and tongue moving across your chest, leaving marks anywhere he could reach.

"Damn it, baby... Say my name..." His eye looks up to your face as his tongue flicks over your nipple.

"Fuck—" You throw your head back as you pull his hair, keeping his face pressed there "Aemond— Aem— Aemond!" You keep repeating his name, your voice louder every time.

"Oh— Gods— you're a goddamn vixen. You're definitely getting punished for this later... making me lose my control like this..." He says between breaths, sucking harder on your nipple, making more marks, almost covering your tits in hickeys. His eye look up at you, burning with lust as you pull his hair.

"Shit— don't stop— Don't stop feels so good, Aemond!"

"I'm not stopping, baby—, I don't think I could stop now even if I tried."

He groans again, his mouth working all over your chest, his breathing gets heavier as he keeps sucking at your nipple.

"Oh baby—" I look down at you, moaning at the sight of him sucking on your nipple like an infant for milk.

"Baby— Fuck I'll—" You whine loudly, throwing your head back.

"Not yet, baby... don't you dare." He raises his head, putting a hand behind your head to make you look at him.

"Not until I say you can." He warns you.

"No— no no no, please- Aemond-" You cry out, clenching around him, sucking his cock like a vice.

"You're not in control here, baby. I am." He says firmly, his voice hoarse against your skin, as he breathes sharply as you clench around him.

"Now stop being a brat... you're going to behave now, and you're not gonna come until I say you can. Understand?"

He looks up at you, his eye dark, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Fuck— Aem— Please, please..." You beg as you clench around him again, unable to control yourself.

"Don't you do that. That's not behaving. Do it again and I stop completely."

“No— No no no no, I’m sorry— I’m sorry, please!”.

"Be patient baby, I'm not done yet. Be good, you'll get what you want eventually... I promise, baby. You know I always deliver."

"I— I don't control it... Not when it feels so good—" You whine as you try to stop yourself from clenching again.

"And I understand that, baby, but you have to control yourself just a little longer... I promise I'll make it worth it, baby. I'll make you feel so damn good, you'll be shaking..."

He says between pants as he keeps thrusting inside and out, his hands holding you against the wall.

"I need— I need you— Aemond please let me come—"

He groans, the way you're begging him drives him insane.

"Beg me again, baby. Beg me again."

He says, his eye locking on your face, his hands digging into your hips, surely leaving bruises.

"Please, please please please— Aemond I need this, I need you— Please let me come—"

"Damn it, you begging like that is so damn hot baby.” He pants. “But you have to wait a little longer... I promise I'll take good care of you when you can... I'll make you feel so damn good baby, don't you worry about that..."

He groans, looking at you through his heavy lids.

"Just a little longer... you're being so good…” He closes his eye, feeling his orgasm close “just a little longer."

"Aemond—" You groan as you wrap your arms around his neck, holding on to him as you scratch his back with your nails

"Mmm... Gods... don't do that baby... I'm trying to have some restraint here... don't make it harder..."

He mutters against your skin, his face buried against your shoulder.

"You're gonna get me to just give in if you do that, baby. You want that? You want me to just give up and give in? Just let go of my control too?"

"Yes!" You are too far gone to wait any longer, so you keep nodding eagerly. “Yes! Aemond yes! I need to come, please let me come—"

He groans loudly at your words, his body rigid, his grip on your hips almost painful, but you can feel his control slipping, as he thrust into you like a beast, his pace unsteady as he tries to get himself deeper at every thrust.

"You're just begging for it, aren't you baby... begging for me to lose it... you're a real vixen... a real goddamn brat..."

His eye looks up at you, almost feral as he moves your thigh to the side, his cock slipping deeper.

"You know I can't deny you when you're begging me like that... I'm just a mortal man, baby..."

"Can I come, Aemond? Please let me come— I want to— to be good for you"

"Gods... you're going to be the damn death of me, you know that?" He's so close to just breaking, but he can't deny you, not when you're begging like that.

"You can come now, baby. Come for me now, love... I want you to see the look on your face when you do."

"Fuck! Yes!" You shake all over, clinging tightly to you as You come undone, clenching violently around you

"Oh, Gods, baby... that's it, let me feel you..."

He groans, holding you against him as you shake, the feeling of you clenching around him driving him wild.

"Oh, Gods— you're trembling... that's it baby, that's it... come for me, love..."

He mutters into your skin, his eye closed, barely holding on to his control.

"Come inside me, please I want to feel you- I want to feel you leaking out of me—"

"Oh, Gods— baby..." He groans, the last of his restraint slipping at your words, giving in to what you're asking for, his pace brutal as he thrust rougher, faster.

"You're killing me, you know that, baby? Killing me... so damn good..." He mutters between gritted teeth, his face buried on your shoulder, his body tense as he follows you.

He groans loudly as he comes, his seed filling you deep inside, as he holds you tight against him, his breath ragged as he pants against your skin.

"F-fuck... you're..." He's almost breathless as his body trembles, his grip on you tight.

You let go of him, sliding down to the shower floor as you suck the tip of his cock in your mouth

"Oh... oh Gods... baby…” He gasps, one hand pressing against the wall to support him when you slide down to the floor. "Babe— Ah... don't—" He groans as you take him in your mouth, his hand in your hair pulling them.

You moan as you lick all of his glorious length, your tongue cleaning the mix of your and his juices.

"F-fuck... your mouth..." He gasps, his body still trembling, his eye closed.

"You're going to kill me with that mouth." He groans as you lick his tip, his hand fisting your hair as his body shivers from the overstimulation. You pull back and you sat on the floor, looking up at him

"Don't look at me like that..." He gasps, his eye opening as he watches you looking from above

"You're really trying to push me to my limits, aren't you?"

He's still panting, the look on your face making him almost dizzy. You chuckle as you give you one last lick on the tip

"Fuck—" His hips jerk back and forth at the touch of your tongue.

"Fuck you." He chuckles, looking down at you, his eye open.

You laugh as you stand up, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms immediately go around you, pulling you in tight against him.

"You damn brat— you're going to regret pushing me like this later." He laughs too, burying his face against your wet hair

You keep laughing, lowering a hand to caress him again, just to see him squirm for your pleasure. He groans as your hand caresses him.

"Just can't stop touching me, can you?" He says, his voice hoarse, his eye clenched shut.

"Your reactions are worth it." You smirk amused as you caress the muscles of his abdomen.

"You're just a damn tease. You know I can't help it when you touch me like that..." He says, holding you against him tight, his hands tracing up and down your body.

"Mh-mh" You nod chuckling "How about we actually shower now?"

He smirks, his eye looking down at you, amused.

“Can’t wait to soap you.”

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year ago

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Can I request a smutty fic for Aemond, please? The base idea I had is that he's been at war for a while and finally reunites with his wife, so it's quite passionate. I leave the finer details to your expertise ♡

Sacrifices with Intimacy

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,805.

WARNINGS: p in v sexual intercourse, female oral receiving, praise kink, breeding kink, swearing.

A/N - haven't written for Aemond in a long while, so forgive me if this is trash! sorry about the long wait, Ez. I hope you genuinely enjoy this! all this new content for Aem/Ewan is stirring some deep feelings! thanks for being so patient and kind.

The toils of this war had felt like an eternity, and undeniably, you had missed your beloved husband dearly...

Aemond Targaryen, the second son of King Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower: your betrothed and in eager time, your doting husband, was called at arms to fight the war in the name and honour of his elder brother, the King now, Aegon II. Aemond expressed no hesitation to act in defence, even if this meant sacrificing sacred time with you. As much as his reasons were to defend the honour and dignity of his family, he fought in battle with intent of smothering all grounds of harm towards you by all means. He thoroughly intended to vanquish any potential enemy or ounce of threat, kin alike, if it meant that you live a life free from suffering.

A sacrifice needed to fulfil this meant his prolonged absence in your life. An absence felt too deeply indeed, like an open gash, exposed to the natural chill of the air. Until the familiar, thunderous roars and bellowing gush of winds roared across the daylight, roars and wings that could only belong to one great dragon...Vhagar.

"My beloved—"

"Aem!"

An embrace long overdue, like no other. Against your body, Aemond's hold felt constricting yet oddly comforting, pressing you as deep against his slim physique as possible.

"You've returned sooner than I'd anticipated—"

"Do you not wish me to be here, my dearest? Has my early return not pleased you so?" He huskily murmurs, his voice deep: warming your heart so, as it had been so long since you'd heard the familiar tone. A deep chuckle echoing to your ears, as you nuzzle against his neck, longingly inhaling his musky scent.

"Well now that you're here, I may never let you go again—," You faintly whisper, enough only for Aemond's ears, as the dragon-keepers urgently tend to the monstrous Vhagar.

"Have your duties in Harrenhall come to a close? Need you take your place now here in King's Landing?"

"For the time being, my beloved. For the foreseeable future, I am to remain here... Rightfully beside you."

Despite all fruitless attempts of his Grandsire, the Hand, and the Dowager Queen, Alicent Hightower, urging Aemond to attend council meetings to arrange further battle plans and to discuss progress: Aemond remained solidly adamant in his stance.

"I've sacrificed enough of my time fighting this war in the name of this family. An evening to spare with my wife, I should warrant at the very least."

He was to spend the entirety of the evening, every passing hour, minute and seconds with you, soaking each other up to make amends for such deficiencies.

Your bare bodies entwined against each other, feeling the heat radiating from his muscular body.

"You've grown leaner, my love... Are they not feeding their troops?"

His calloused hands take their sweet, precious time lightly tracing over the curves of your naked body: scoring goosebumps to course over your soft skin where he had hovered. His touch had become alien to you now, and yet you craved for him to never let go.

"They feed us, although not well enough... And not for the delicacies that I desire," his lowly voice made your eager ears prick up, excited to hear his every word, to listen to him speak mindlessly for hours on end. A growl etched as his good eye lingered over your calm, sensual figure.

Slowly, you kneel yourself up over towards him, straddling his chest: his rough hands gripping the outer flesh of your tender thighs, squeezing and tapping at the meat, nudging for you to move up closer towards him. A sly smirk stricken across his handsome face, a face now masked with lingering yet subtle scratches and marks, proof of his succession in battles. Your finger lightly tracing over their lightning-like marks, gently until reaching the infamous sapphire eye.

"Do you still find me handsome as the day we wed?"

"Always, Aem—”

"Do you still want your husband to eat that pretty cunt of yours out? Been craving for me, silly princess, even if you deny it... I can feel you throbbing against me now."

Now knelt, hovering ever so closely to his face, you slowly sink yourself down, feeling your cheeks now well rested comfortably against his broad shoulders. His ravenous tongue spared no second plunging itself into your walls, as his lips curled and lapped at your moist entrance.

"Hmm—" A deep, penetrating sound vibrating from his lips against yours, you felt your dead weight plunge deeper, the walls of your silky cunt feeling tight and tickly against his guzzling mouth. You felt your body bobbing subtly up and down, in sync with his heaving chest, as his breaths grew deeper and denser.

"My husband, the saviour of the Seven Kingdoms... A-And I have h-him a-at my beck and call, b-beneath me."

Breathless and exhilarated, your wetness stimulating beneath you, sensing just how drenched your inner thighs feel. Intertwining your fingers with Aemond's, releasing his firm grip from your thighs, guiding his large hands up over your hips and waist, planting his palms against each breast.

"Miss these, baby? Cause they've missed you... M-Maybe if you f-fill me up, these can get f-fuller, huh? D-Does that s-sound good?"

Earning another deep, muffled "hmm", his calloused, large hands kneading at your breasts, squeezing at the tender flesh in the cup of his palm. A teasing thumb, flicking at your perky nipple, earning a rapid moan. Sensually feeling you up, his precise movements and gestures receptive to your body: as though he had never left, not a day behind. Your mindless body now succumbed to his every move, a stirring feeling in the pit of your stomach desperate for more, it seemed as though Aemond could read your very mind subconsciously.

Nudging you to move down, released from your trance, his breathing heavy yet gradually began to compose itself. A slick, clear film saturated his reddened lips and mouth, although wasting no precious he lapped that up too, savouring your taste.

"Ask and you shall receive, my spoilt, little princess... Lay down."

Despite Aemond having done most of the work, drowning in his prized possession, the sensitive spot between your legs felt achingly weak though desperate to have more of its fill.

"Now let's see if my angel can still handle this cock, huh? You cannot even begin to fathom, ugh—"

Towering build over you, as he adjusted his position over you, you felt meek and feeble against him, yet wanted nothing more than for him to devour you whole.

"Just how fucking much, I've been waiting for this precise moment... To feel your walls swallow my cock, huh? Fill you so full and good of my seed."

His long cock had grown stiff since the moment you'd removed the last single piece of cloth, torn from your body. Feeling his tense, sprung member against every crevice and naked surface of your body was painstakingly feverish: like some taboo toy you had been separated from, eager to play with once again. Its veiny, blush tip tauntingly traced lightly at your entrance, etching deeper and deeper with each breathless word spoken, and every moan whimpered, until his mass was completely plunged into your velvety vanity.

"Seven Hells— Forgotten just how tight you were, baby. I can feel you clenching, missed me that terribly, hmm? Poor thing... Must've been going crazy without me."

"Y-Yes, A-Aem— Y-You have no idea."

Aemond was more often precise and cautious when it came to sex: his movements and pace often calculated and deliberate although a different side completely showed itself now. You had to give him praise. It had been far too long, especially for newlyweds since you had both been last intimate. He was desperate for you, just as much as you had. He had grown impatient now, yearning to be with you, to be inside of you: keen to take his please with you in this very moment, for who knows when he could be next called upon and needed, only to disappear once again.

"That's my good, good girl... Always doing so well for me, having waited so long for me. Deserving of all my special treatment—"

His harsh thrusts were formidable enough to sway you as you lay still. Aemond gripped tightly at your wrists, keeping you and himself steady. His breathing once again resumed a faster, more grunted pace, as his thrusts grew careless. Only having the one goal to fuck you senselessly full of him.

"Mayhaps I'll fuck a babe into you, princess... Does that sound good? Leave a part of me inside of you to grow and to hold."

"Ughh— Yes, Aemond. Fuck me full. F-Fuck me till I s-swell, b-baby."

"Your commands, princess," A breathless grunt uttered after each word bespoken. His once straightened, neat loose strands, now a mottled, sweaty mess of platinum locked, strangling against your fingers, as you keenly relished in pulling and tugging at.

Whenever he was close enough, your lips suckled onto his fair, pale skin of his chest and neck, leaving remnant, red marks shaped vaguely of your plump lips. The fury of the pain from between your inner thighs was undeniable, for it had been so long since you laid with your husband. Your walls at first foreign to the excruciating stretch, as his long, rigid cock plummeted and burrowed its way into your cervix.

The long-awaited high was surreal, Aemond taking his pleasure in shooting his warm, fresh load deep into you, as you felt your unison wetness coating him. The mess seeping through the gaps. He remained nestled inside until he felt sated that you had taken his seed.

Embraced in each other's loving arms, the beauty in the intimacy with Aemond was that it never ceased with the sex. He often took pride and initiative in taking care of you even after, an old habit that seemed he did not forget so easily...

"I'll have the maid prepare a warm bath my dearest, in the meantime you stay in bed."

Hastily wiping the sweat off, dressing himself once more, only managing to don his trousers, he seated himself down beside you again.

"You mustn't feel haste to care for me, Aem. You were the one that went to war... You must rest now."

His longer fingers reached out, soothingly brushing aside the loose strands of hair, away from your beaming face. Instinctively, a warm smile radiating from his face, as he seized your presence.

"I shall rest when you are safe. It is my duty as your husband to protect you, and as your lover, to love you. Those vows I spoke many moons ago, I have not yet forgotten, nor will I. Everything I do, I do for us... I love you."

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jamespotterismydaddy · 2 years ago

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For The Taking

aemond x sister!reader smut

A/N: this is based off a request here for obsessive!aemond so i hope you love it!

TW: smut, DUBCON, incest, knife kink, blood kink, breeding kink, size kink, murder, rough smut

word count: 1,789 words

Aemond chaperones all of your meetings with possible suitors. It’s just what a good big brother does, right? He watches closely to make sure they don’t get too close, don’t say anything too suggestive, or do anything that could ever bother you.

He walks, ten steps behind, as you promenade around the gardens with Lord Tully. He hates him already. In theory, Lord Tully checks all the boxes. He’s handsome, considerate and only eight years your senior but something about him makes Aemond see red. Some boring lord from Riverrun could never be good enough for you, his perfect baby sister and the worst part is, you seem to like him.

“Of course, Ser.” You giggle at the lord’s words. Fuck. Aemond missed what he said.

“I shall have to part ways with you for now, princess. I have felt a sudden need to speak to the King.” You beam up at him. Speaking to the King could very well mean a marriage proposal.

You nod in response and giggle again when Lord Tully kisses your hand before leaving.

“I don’t like him.” Aemond says sternly. Your face falls.

“What? Why not?” You say as you look up to your brother with puppy dog eyes. His opinion means everything to you.

“There is simply something about him I do not trust. You can do much better.”

“I don’t understand. I thought he was-”

“Do you not believe me?” Aemond asks you, putting a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

“No! Of course that’s not it. I’m just disappointed. It seems there has been something off about every suitor. Soon there’ll be none left.” You pout a little as you look down.

“You will find a perfect match.” He tilts your head up so you have to look him in the eye. “I will only have the best for you.”

“I know.” You say softly before pressing a light kiss to his cheek and murmuring something about attending to your needlepoint with Helaena. You make your way from the gardens.

~~~

The next day, the royal family has a breakfast. A family breakfast. You don’t think that you’ve shared a meal with your father in weeks so there must be some sort of news.

“My love.” Your mother starts. “We have something wonderful to tell you…” She looks to the King who seems to be irritated that he has to speak on the manner.

“Lord Tully has asked for your hand and we have granted it.” Your father finishes.

“He has?” You look at Aemond nervously.

“Yes, isn’t it wonderful?” Your mother beams at you, happy with the match.

“But mother, I was sure we discussed my thoughts on him.” Aemond starts and you watch the look on Alicent’s face change. She knows. A mother always knows.

“Ser Brynden is a good man and a knight. You’ve also shot down all of her other suitors, Aemond.” The Queen looks at him sternly. Aemond is fuming but says nothing. “We will start the wedding preparations soon.” She says to you with a soft smile.

The rest of the meal is tense but your mother tries to push through, chattering about wedding dresses and cake. Though, when everyone is finished eating, Aemond leaves quickly, a disturbing look in his eye.

~~~

In the middle of the night, you are awoken by the sound of your bedroom door opening. You call out your guards name and receive no response. You start to get nervous. You grab a candelabra from your bedside table as you get out of bed.

“Who’s there?” You call out.

Aemond comes into view.

You sigh in relief. “Aem, you frightened me.” You put down the candelabra.

“Were you intending to fight off an intruder with that?” He chuckles. And then… he walks into the moonlight. There’s blood on his collar.

“Oh Aemond, are you hurt?” You rush over to him, a concerned look in your eyes as you inspect him. You go on your tippy toes when you hold his face in your hands so you might be able to see better.

“What a caring little girl you are.” He coos at you but the look of worry strewn across your face doesn’t fade. “It’s not my blood.” He says darkly but you still don’t get it.

“Who’s blood is it?” You ask tenderly, just glad he isn’t hurt.

“Tully’s.” He says and this is when you realize.

“Is he… alright?” The concern is gone from your voice. You’re frightened again.

“Most people aren’t alright after being run through with a sword and fed to a dragon.” He says and chuckles again. Your mouth goes dry.

“You… you…” Your eyes well up with tears. You’re utterly shocked.

“Killed him? I did.” He says and then notices the look on your face, how you have started to inch away. He reaches his hand behind your head, running his fingers through it before gripping it tightly at the roots.

“Ah… Aemond, that hurts.” You whimper and he loosens his grip slightly so he’s just holding you in place.

“I’m sorry, darling. You know I never want to hurt you but the way you’re looking at me right now… it hurts me.” He says calmly.

“You truly did it?” You ask and the tears start to fall.

“I did it for you. For us.” He explains.

“Us?” You’re confused again.

“Yes. Can’t you see? None of these men are enough for you. You’re mine.” He says firmly as he pulls you closer and looks you right in the eyes.

“But mother says it’s… unnatural. Aegon and Helaena are an exception to support Aegon’s claim.”

“We are Targaryens. Wedding you is my gods given right.” He says as he wipes the tears from your face. “I’ll make sure of it. Mother will have no choice but to accept when your belly swells with my babe.”

“W-What?” You try to say more but his lips are pressed to yours before you can get the words out. He kisses you roughly and forces his tongue into your mouth. So much for a gentle first kiss. His arms snake around your waist and pull you against him. When he parts his mouth from yours, your lips are swollen and you stand still in shock.

“Take your nightgown off.” He commands, his eye staring firmly at your nipples that poke through the fabric.

“No, Aemond. We aren’t wed. You’ll ruin me.” You beg him.

“Shhh. I’m your big brother, rūs.” (baby) “You need to trust me.” His fingers go to the straps of the nightgown and slip them down your shoulders so that the garment falls to the floor. You let him, ever the obedient sister. His fingers move to your smallclothes, letting them drop off you next. His gaze washes over you. “You must be the prettiest girl in all of Westeros.” He praises and you don’t know if you blush more at the words or your nakedness. “Lay back on the bed, rūs.” You pout a little and don’t obey him. You’re frozen in place. “Now.” The command brings you back to reality and you listen this time and lay back, your legs clenched together. “Open up those legs.” He says.

“I’m frightened.” You whisper out and he chuckles.

“I’ll be gentle, rūs… at first.” He says as he pries your legs open. He looks at you so hungrily as you lie there, waiting for him. You’re so much smaller than him, so delicate. He undresses for you, he likes how your eyes follow his movements. “You like watching me?” He asks before dropping his breeches.

“I-um…” The size of him makes you nervous. “That part goes in?” You ask him.

“Yes.” He says before beginning to play with your pearl, You whimper softly.

“It won’t fit.” You say.

“It will. I’ll make it.” He slips a finger inside of you. “Tell me rūs, have you ever touched yourself here?” You feel the heat rise to your cheeks again.

“N-No, my septa says it’s dirty.” He smiles at your answer.

“Good. This place is only for me to touch.” He positions himself between your legs and pumps his cock a few times. “This’ll hurt.” He sheaths himself inside of you slowly but still too fast for your liking.

“No… out.” You whine and squirm but he holds your hips in place, forcing you to adjust to his size.

“Stop squeezing me like that. I won’t be able to control myself.” He says with a grunt.

“I’m not.” You say truthfully with a whine. You’re really just that tight.

“Is it still hurting?” He asks.

“Only a bit.” You say, tears in your eyes but that’s enough for him.

He begins thrusting in and out of you savagely, hitting so deep inside of you that you feel as if you’re about to burst.

“Gods, your cunt is perfect.” He says as he fucks into so that you’re whimpering beneath him. He’s so big compared to you that he can see the outline of his cock on your tummy. He smirks at the sight and presses down on it to make you squirm. “I’m going to make this belly swell with a baby just like how I’m making it swell with my cock.” He says and leans down more to kiss and bite at your neck. “You’re fucking mine. Do you understand? You’re my wife.” He punctuates his words with his thrusts. The rough behaviour leaves you light-headed.

Aemond reaches over to the bedside table where he placed his dagger and he grabs it. Your eyes widen.

“Aemond?”

“I’ll make you my wife the moment I spill my seed into you, spilling drops of our blood together.” He says as he brandishes the dagger.

You don’t even know what to say, too tired for a response as he grabs your chin and runs the blade of the dagger across your lips until you bleed. You wince. He cuts his own lip right after. His blood drips onto your skin but he doesn’t kiss you yet. He begins to rub your pearl, trying to coax a peak out of you. When he feels you begin to clench around him, he knows it’s time.

“Aem, something is happ-” He cuts you off with a kiss, mixing your blood with his. He fervently makes you his wife in the ways of Old Valyria. You gasp as your peak washes over you, never having felt such a thing before and that gives him the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, kissing you deeply as he spends inside of you. When he parts the kiss, he gazes into your eyes.

“You’re mine now. By my will and the will of the gods.”

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darlingofvalyria · 2 years ago

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❝Uncle Aegon said you threatened muña— threatened!❞

[ Aegon amusingly reveals to your children how his brother actually met you. ]

[ 2,272 ] | aemond targaryen x dr. wife!reader, modern au!

contains— no warnings, just fluff, innuendo - children (you & aems have four kids hsdhjsdhs) - aemond being a dick the first time he met you!! but within reason ig??? - you're a doctor, hon, cos you're so smart - aegon being the fun, shit-stirrer uncle help - hospital? accident but no graphic depictions.

a/n— enjoy my first fic mwa ♡ comment, like & reblog at will!

Every weekend, you spend your days with your mother in law and the rest of the family. Family— to your husband — is very important. Spending it surrounded not just you and your kids, but his mother, his siblings, and the afternoon sun casting a glow over the family home that he grew up in, through hells and heavens, was everything to Aemond Targaryen.

A few times a year, Aemond forgets his family also included his older brother.

Because when the birds are chirping, the music of the trees swaying in the breeze are calming, and you are lying on top of him on the hammock, lazily swaying about as he relished in the feel of your body on top of his, your warmth engulfing his senses, and a book he placed gently on top of your back— of course Aegon Targaryen was going to be the reason his oldest child and teenage daughter, was going to come thundering in big steps and a huff, smacking her hands to her hips and glaring at her father.

"You lied to me, daddy!" she half roared as she stopped right in front of him. Her siblings, like little ducks, followed suit as they clamoured all over the hammock, giggling at their mother who woke up from her drowsy reverie, blowing raspberries at them before turning amusedly at their daughter, then to Aemond.

"What'd you lie about, hon?" you asked with sleepy mirth in your eyes.

"Apart from Santa and the Easter Bunny incident, I have no idea." He kissed the top of your nose, then sighed, as you rose and untangled yourself from him, picking up your youngest, Daegon, only about four years old, murmurs of asking about his day and did he enjoy having tea with his grandma.

He then turned to his eldest daughters, impatience and betrayal exuding from them in spades (he often enjoyed how much his daughters resembled him; not so much in fiery-licked rage), and he sighed again before he turned to Valera, his eldest. "Can you elaborate better, little dragon? As far as I can remember, I have not lied to you since you were six."

"You said you met mom through Auntie Hel, you lied," your third child and eldest boy, Rhaegar, said with a happy little giggle as he hid from his father into the dress of your skirt, clinging to your leg. Both of you froze, you with a slow, widening smile as you realised the kids knew.

Aemond on the other hand, wasn't as amused. In fact, his entire soul froze.

"Who—"

"Uncle Aegon said you threatened muña, threatened!" your second daughter, Rhaella, shouted, eyes bugged out in disbelief. Rhaegar giggled again, no doubt remembering the chaos that ensued once their uncle told the magnificent story without his permission as his sisters lost their mind.

"I—"

Valera, often sweet and admired her father fiercely (she had three years of being an only child before Rhaella was born, and Aemond did not hold back in spoiling her), started to have tears in her eyes as his heart squeezed at the sight.

"You lied, daddy, how could you?" There was devastation in her voice that mirrored Aemond's, a panic growing deep in the pit of his stomach while you tried to muffle your snickers behind your youngest's head.

He would have glared at you if he didn't feel like he was about to lose his mind, instead employing his best 'please help me i will literally do anything you want' wide eye, before you chuckled, shaking your head as you put down Daegon who immediately plopped down on the ground, yanking grass. Rhaegar followed, trying to find bugs; a habit he formed by hanging out with Auntie Helaena.

As you keep a mindful peripheral eye on your boys, you gathered your daughters to you, they immediately latched to your torso as if they weren't thirteen and ten respectively, sniffling and glaring at their father as he was made public enemy number one.

You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from bursting into laughter as his face sunk deeper into despair, standing up, unable to stay seated any longer, offering them open palms of mournful looks and piercing glares at the manor behind his girls where the reason for his current predicament was no doubt giggling like an idiot.

"My loves, tell me, what did Uncle Aegon actually tell you?" you ask soothingly, running your hands through their silver hair. They looked up at you mournfully, and you bit your lip harder as you realised they even looked like their father in this moment.

"H-he said," Rhaella sniffed. "That he was angry at you. At the hospital."

"And that he yelled at you!" Valera wailed, shooting his father a withering look that had Aemond sinking into himself before he shot his own withering look at the house again, murder in his eye.

"I did not yell at your mother, Valera."

Amused, you raised an eyebrow. "And what would you call it?"

He shot you a 'you're not helping' look as he ave a disgruntled little hum. "I wouldn't it call it 'yelling', my love, merely raising my voice."

At the sort of confirmation, Val and Rhae let out a hiccuped wail. Aemond begun marching back at the house, fingers flexing with a mutter of, I'm going to rip him from spleen to spine, break every bone in his body and stomp on his—

You jolt out your arm, grasping his, laughing lightly as you brought him close and gave him a peck to the corner of his lips. This abated him, if slightly.

"Please don't kill your brother at your mother's house," you whispered against his lips, grinning.

He rubbed your back, more a habit he used to keep himself in control, whispering back, "Wouldn't be the first attempt."

"Then don't kill your brother with your children present, and your wife, who is a doctor. It is literally against my Hippocratic Oath, darling."

"It's why you're the doctor, my love. My job is to defend our honour freely."

"I really think this is your honour instead of mine." You giggled against his lips as he groaned, and you turned back at your daughters who frowned at both of you. You smiled calmly at them. "Okay, okay, girls. I don't think your Uncle Aegon told you the full story. Let Kepa tell you, hm?"

"Is it a good story?" Rhaella asked, wide eyed. "I don't want to know it if kepa sucked."

"If kepa sucked, does that mean we're bastard children?" Val frowned. "Lyanna said bastard children happens when fathers suck, her father said so."

Aemond and you shared a look, his in alarm, yours in complete mirth, before you burst out laughing, unable to stop yourself anymore.

"What is with everyone saying things to children?!" Aemond inhaled deeply. "Please let me explain. It's a long, longer story than just me raising my voice at your mother. Very interesting that your Uncle Aegon left out the part that I was panicking because of your Aunt Helaena and Uncle Daeron."

"Ha?" Rhaella's eyes comically widened further as she pulled away from you and moved closer to her father. In relief, like a cartoon cat dangling the cheese in front of a mouse, Aemond pulled her hand gently until he managed to wound her arms over his torso. "What happened to Auntie and Uncle?"

"They got into an accident, dōna mēre sweet one," Aemond murmured against her head, palpable relief as he kept her close. Rhaegar, bored brought himself and his little brother to their father, until Aemond swept them the four of them into the hammock, Daegon giggling and blowing bubbles at his father's rearranging of them so they wouldn't fall.

"Wanna go?" you teased your eldest daughter who was squirming not being part of the little huddle. Aemond opened his arms, smiling hopefully. You laughed as Valera gave you a kiss to your chest and raced to her father and siblings, moving around until they all managed to fit together.

The tree creaked as you placed your hands on your hips, pouting at them playfully as Aemond met your gaze with a shit-eating proud smirk on his face.

"Come, ñuha prūmia my heart."

"And risk crashing and burning? No, thank you. Go tell your little story while I avenge your honour and maybe get lemon cakes."

At the chorus of 'me toos' and 'yays', Aemond mouthed 'I love you' before you disappeared off, and he turned to your kids, keeping them close to his ribcage; little pieces of his hearts that grew legs and arms.

"Okay, ñuha byka zaldrīzoti my little dragons, so it all started with an accident that was entirely your Uncle Aegon's fault. . ."

Your Uncle Aegon had borrowed your Uncle Daeron's motorcycle to get to a frat party because the girl he liked would be there— this is irresponsible, children, and this is why you shouldn't be riding motorcycles and going to frat parties, yes Val, it's not as cool as it looks — anyway, his car had a broken taillight and he forgot to had it changed or tell anyone.

Your Uncle Aegon... didn't return the bike— or returned back home for the rest of the night, yes Rhaella, it was because he was, um, reading with the girl all night, like your mom and I do when we go to bed, yes Rhaegar, like how we read to you but, um, just with them.

Anyway! Your Aunt Helaena's little pup at the time, Dreamfyre, yes, baby, Dreamfyre was a puppy before she was a big dog, just like you— Dreamfyre got sick, and since Uncle Daeron was at home and he had a bike, Hel asked him. But then they saw it was gone, they had no choice but to take your uncle's car. They didn't notice the taillights.

They were speeding through, which is bad, yes, don't speed, but this was an emergency and Uncle Daeron was doing his best to hit every red stoplight when they tried to go one way but the light didn't go on, and they got into an accident.

No, Rhaegar, they didn't die, you know this, your Uncle Daeron is with Auntie Nyra, remember? And Aunt Hel is just inside, don't cry, baby. Ok, so where were we? Right, accident.

I get the call and I was panicking, out of my mind. All they said was that both of my siblings were at the hospital, declaring your uncle's plate number and I just knew it was his fault. I was already pretty angry then, and I might have transferred most of that to your mom.

Your mom, at the time, was a resident. A first year resident so she still had bad hours, and at the time, her shift mate had gotten sick and no one was able to take her shift.

Yes, dōna mēre sweet one, the times when muña can't come home fast enough. Because she has to be at the hospital to save people.

That night, your mom had been awake for 32 hours. She was not having a good day. She had lost a patient that day too, but I didn't know that, hm? She was just trying to get through the rest of her shift, having finished checking up on your uncle, when I had barrelled through like an angry beast.

All I could really remember was that I couldn't see your Aunt Hel, and your Uncle Daeron was on the hospital bed with a cast on his foot, and your mom had just looked away when I... well...

"— When you started ranting like an absolute madman, demanding better care of your baby brother when he wasn't even wincing in pain, asking for a real doctor because I looked five shies away from having graduated high school," you said, grinning wide as you handed your procured lemon cakes, and outright laughing at Aemond's sheepish, flustered look as both of his girls stared at him wide eyed.

"Kepa, oh my god," Val murmured, munching on her pastry. "That is so bad."

"You had no game," Rhae continued, sort of perplexed about the reason for her conception. "How did mom ever like you?"

"I would've slapped you," Val confirmed, nodding. "Just like you told me I would do if boys acted stupid."

As you couldn't stop laughing so hard you were bent over, your boys found your joyous display wonderful, pushed and kicked around their father while their sisters yelled about their lemon cakes, before reaching your skirts and you started spinning them around, plopping on the ground not a minute later, snuggling your babies close.

Aemond breathed a laugh, pulling his daughters close. "I know, I know, it was so bad. I was actually impressed your mother didn't slap me."

"I wanted to strangle him with the dextrose!" you chirped. "But I made an Oath, so I didn't. But ohh, with that haughty look your father sometimes get when he thinks— no, when he knows he's right? When he doesn't even need to say I told you so, he's just smirking like it?"

At your daughters— even your darling Rhaegar's triple nods, Aemond made a hm of offense, lips flattening.

"I made you three," Aemond said.

You coughed.

"I helped make you three. This is betrayal," he declared before his hands found its way to your daughters sides and tickled them with no mercy. Crows of 'Kepa, please!' between giggles warmed your chest.

"Aemond," you chidded as Rhaella gasped, snorting, and he stopped.

"So how'd you make mom fall in love with you?"

You and Aemond shared a look, your entire life stretching with one warm gaze, and a smile stretches both of your lips. Its lovesick, and familiar to your kids. Rhaella coos at it, but Rhaegar, having favoured his Uncle Aegon, makes a gagging noise before you started tickling him too.

"He apologised," you said. "Took him several tries. Your Uncle Daeron was actually ready to be discharged by the third day. Your Kepa brought him everyday to have a 'check up'."

"Daddy... that is still so lame," Rhaella whispered, in awe of how dorky her father is. Val is hiding herself in shame.

"Got her to accept my apology, and say yes to a date, you two should be grateful," Aemond said smugly.

"Why, mom?"

"Well, he was handsome for one." You snorted at his smirk. "He was sweet for another, explaining he just panicked, and I could understand that. Also he groveled for a long, long while."

"Even after the first date?" Val asked, eyes owlish.

You smirked. "Oh, definitely."

"I did deserve it."

"You did."

He smirked. "But I charmed you anyway."

You rolled your eyes. "You did."

"Come and give me a kiss, my love."

"Ewwww!"

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sepherinaspoppies · 2 years ago

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after hours

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⟢summary: she receives a late night call from her needy boyfriend, aemond.

⟢pairing: modern! aemond targaryen x reader

⟢warnings: 18+, MDNI, f and m masturbation, phone sex, use of sex toys for reader, and I think that's it?

⟢wc: 2,387

She sits on her bed, a plate of yesterday’s reheated pepperoni pizza laid across her lap while the television played rerun episodes of Gilmore Girls when her phone rang unexpectedly.

At such late hours she decided to let her phone ring, for if she answered whoever it was calling on the other end would know she was awake and she did not want that. It was probably one of those scam calls that were going around tricking people to give out their credit card information for their own benefit.

Though, she wondered if they knew that she had only ten dollars currently sitting in her bank account after she had spent the last of her savings on pizza.

She sighed happily once her ringtone slowly faltered down but it wasn’t long before it started ringing again and again. And on the fourth ring she sadly set down her pizza to the side before snatching off her phone from the power socket.

Her eyes widen in horror as she views the bold letters of the caller ID. She immediately accepts the call, rushing to turn off the television to give her full attention to her caller.

“Angel.” Aemond greeted in a low hum, sounds of metal clanking could be heard from the background.

She appreciates that he doesn’t sound angry for her lack of response. In the past few months she had the pleasure of knowing Aemond, she had come to learn very quickly that he was not a very patient man. If Aemond wanted something, whether it’d be something materialistic or sexual, he wanted it now in any way possible.

“Hey Aem, sorry I thought you’d be asleep.” She apologizes, setting a few pieces of loose hair behind her ear.

In the other line, she hears Aemond acknowledge her by singing another low hum, something Aemond regularly did that frustrated her. At first she thought Aegon was just joking around when he first set them up on a blind date, that Aemond was a man of a few words and only humming out his responses. But as she got to know him more throughout their dating phase, she realized that Aegon was in fact not joking. It took her months to break him out of his shell.

“So, how are things down south?” She asks, quickly changing the subject to that of his work status.

Aemond worked in the field he always wanted to be in; as a high school history and philosophy teacher. Aemond loved his job even if they were students who made it tough for him to educate those who did take their studies seriously. He loved the challenge. He loved being up on his feet teaching the histories of how Westeros came to be or educating the famous ideologies of the greatest philosophers that made Aemond fall in love with the subject.

You could say Aemond was a workaholic. There was no denying that. What some teachers considered the best part of teaching was the summer vacations, Aemond absolutely despised it. However that problem would soon resolve after she had called up her uncle Oberyn, who taught gender and sexuality studies at Sunspear University, if there were any positions available for Aemond’s area of degree during the summer. To her delight, her uncle informed her that the university was looking for someone who was fluent in High Valyrian to teach a beginner course.

Aemond immediately emailed his resume in and within a few days after his students left for summer break Aemond got on a plane to Dorne and began to work in his new position in a new city.

Which was about a month ago.

“Hard,” Aemond breathes as he licks his lips.

“Aw, my love—” She tried to comfort him before she was cut off. “Hot,” Aemond corrects himself, standing up from his own bed to retrieve his laptop.

“Well Dorne is known to be quite hot. Especially during the summer.” She informs in a matter of fact tone as she toys with the thin strap of her nightgown. “Besides, I thought dragons prefer the heat.”

A low chuckle came from the other end. She can practically imagine the corners of his lips curving up to a smirk. “We do prefer heat but we are not immune to it as you think. I even purchased three fans to keep myself cool. Though, they do not work for shit which leaves me, as of right now bare.”

She paused, straightening up from the bed. “When you say bare—”

“I mean bare as when I came into this world”

A long silence came afterward, and she could hear the beat of her own heart thumping against the screen of her phone. She looked at her Charlie Brown calendar hung above her nightstand. Once she confirmed that today was in fact the weekend, it became evident why Aemond was calling at such a late hour.

Heat began to seep into her lower belly down between her thighs at what she could surmise would happen next.

It had been some time since they were last intimate. Forty-two days to be exact; the day before his departure to Dorne.

Aemond and her spent the whole morning, afternoon and night tangled within each other going round after round in different positions and different rooms of their shared cottage saying their goodbyes until she passed out from the many orgasms Aemond gave her. The following morning Aemond threw himself into fits of giggles when she could no longer stand up from their bed to drive him to the airport, feeling sore and bruised from the intensity of the night before.

“Angel? Have I lost you?” Aemond asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. She replied with a shaky no before Aemond began to speak again. “Hmm then accept my facetime call.” Her eyes locked with her laptop which she did not realize it had been ringing and nervously pressed the green button.

Through the low lighted room she could see the silhouette of Aemond. His laptop perched on top of his stomach, his bare and freckled chest full on display. She so desperately wished she was there to roam her hands all over him. And she stifled a moan when she noticed Aemond’s silver hair was pulled back into a braid just as how she liked it.

“There you are my beautiful angel,” Aemond purrs, giving his hardened cock a good squeeze from the base. His eye roams over her clothed figure, taking in her sheer white nightgown that leaves nothing to his imagination.

Heats spread to her cheeks, his compliments never tiring her.

“You don’t know how much I miss you, angel. Your hands—” On cue her hand slowly waves itself down between her thighs, pushing her lacy panties to the side as her fingers come into contact with her arousal on the way to her clit.

“Stroking my cock while your lovely mouth sucks me off.” Aemond imagines it all like it was yesterday and his cock pulsed so hard it ached. It wasn’t any better when he saw her chest rise and fall with wanton little pants escaping her lips.

She was touching herself. Something Aemond warned her not to do in his absence. He wanted to reprimand her for such an act but instead Aemond let her continue as he wanted to watch her unfold and peak especially for what he had in mind.

“Oh, Aemond, I miss you too.” She whines, throwing her head back into the pillows, struggling to keep her laptop perched ontop her knees. Waves of pleasure move throughout her body, his words going straight to her core.

She hears Aemond groan.

“Your tongue on my cunt and- and—” Her words stammer and she feels the tips of her ears flush with embarrassment for her next confession. “Go on, angel.” Aemond encourages as he gazes at her reddened state. He finds it endearing and if he was there right now, he would pull away her hand until she confessed.

“Your nose.”

“And what about my nose?” He hums using his thumb to circle the tip of cock.

“I-I love your nose on my clit.”

Aemond’s one good eye widened and felt the intense pressure in his lower stomach increase. It was no wonder why whenever he went down on her she screamed the loudest when his nose brushed against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Aemond continued watching her touch and lose herself in pleasure. Intensely watching as her fingers vigorously circled her clit with sweat above her brow. He moaned sweet nothings through his laptop and just as he sensed she was about to peak, Aemond stopped her.

She did as she was told and she couldn’t help to let out a few tears of frustration.

“Get your buzzy out, angel.” Aemond instructed. Instantly her mood shifts into an excited and eager one.

“Which one?”

“Oh you know which one.”

She definitely knows which one. Her hand reaches for the drawer of her nightstand where inside lay rows of different forms of vibrators as well as different sizes and shapes of dildos Aemond purchased within their relationship. Their favorite being a dual pink vibrator that was made to stimulate her g-spot along with her clit. It was also remote and app controlled with multiple levels of speed and vibrations that made her come in less than five minutes. Which was good since it took her a while to come.

“Good. Now be a good girl and undress in front of me, angel” She eagerly nods at his words and sets her laptop in front of her. “Look at me while you bare yourself to me.” Her eyes snap up meeting his darkened violet eye that was full of passion and concentration as her fingers lift the hem of her nightgown.

She sees him bite his lower lip once her breasts are revealed. Aemond nods for her to proceed to take off the next piece of clothing and she does so, tossing it somewhere across the room not caring where it lands.

Having laid together multiple times, she swallows the need to cover herself and spreads her legs apart just enough for Aemond to gaze through the camera at how wet she was for him. Aemond inhales the desire to stroke his cock into completion. He wanted to see her fall apart first.

“Now place the buzzy in your cunt, slowly.”

She rubs the silicone against her slick gathering some of her juices before sliding the thicker part of the vibrator inside. She sighs in relief at the sensation, it wasn’t as big and delicious of a stretch like Aemond’s cock but it was just right to feel some satisfaction.

She then bends the longest part of the silicone gently against her pulsating clit with needy whines and pants waiting for further instructions.

Seven fucking Hells. Aemond curses to himself wishing nothing more than to book a flight back to King’s Landing and have her sit on his face licking away her juices. Aemond remembers that in a month that will happen soon.

Aemond’s fingers swipe through the different kinds of vibrational settings through the blue hearted app and settle for one with the lowest speed to get her started.

Once Aemond hears a series of surprised cries and gasps, he gives up on trying not to touch himself. He starts stroking his cock at a languid pace as he watches his lovely little angel struggle to keep her legs still and open through the camera.

“You’re doing so well baby,” She hears Aemond praise. “Tell me does that feel good? Are you close? Answer me, sweet angel.”

She fervently nods her head.

“Use your words, angel.”

“Y-yes.” She says, barely being able to control words out through the pleasure. “Yes, what?” Aemond taunts before he lets out a hiss when the fat head of cock starts to ache more. He knew he wasn’t going to last long as he hadn’t touched himself so intimately in forty-two days, wanting to also keep good on his promise.

“Yes, Aemond, it feels so good. I need more please.” While vibrations felt so indescribably good it wasn’t sufficient to send her over the edge. She knew Aemond set the vibrator in level one. And in their lovemaking, Aemond usually set the speed at level five which was neither too fast nor too slow. Just right to see stars followed by another round.

When Aemond set his laptop to the side, giving her a full view of his proud length standing straight against his stomach, she nearly lost it, clenching the silicone tightly inside her walls. Gods she really did miss him. All of him.

She groans loudly when Aemond sets the speed she likes, making her eyes roll at the back of her head, pinching both of her nipples for some extra stimulation but what Aemond says makes her halt and glance at his disheveled state.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m coming!” He moans as she watches his hand stroke his cock vigorously while long ropes of his seed spurt all across his chest and hand. Series of whines and growls leave his lips all while his hips buck upwards at the intense pleasure that makes Aemond cry. Literally cry.

She watches all in awe.

Saying he looked beautiful was an understatement. No, Aemond looked so godly and ethereal and she understood now the reference that Targaryens were closer to gods than men.

Once Aemond steadied himself, the words left her lips without thinking.

“That was quick.”

And before she had time to explain, the air in her lungs left quickly like her words as she felt the most intense and deep sensation between her legs. She let out incoherent noises to which she could not describe. Were they moans? Groans? Cries? She did not know.

All she did know was the tightness in her lower belly finally snapped and her orgasm washes all over her like a tide.

After a few minutes, she heard Aemond laugh through the screen. “You were saying?” He teases as he waves his phone around the camera.

She feels too tired to reply. Her body automatically feels relaxed and stress-free.

“Oh, angel, don’t get too comfortable. I’m not done with you yet. I’m still very hard.”

Oh shit….

im gonna go hide under my bed now lol

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brittababbles · 1 year ago

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One thing I do find deeply unbelievable about House of the Dragon is that Alicent has one son named Aegon and another named Aemond and she’s never yelled “Aeg…Aem… YOU! YOU KNOW YOUR NAME! YOU COME HERE RIGHT THIS SECOND YOUNG MAN” because of course she has.

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drunk-person · 7 months ago

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Look after you (The Gossip) P.11

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x cousin!reader

Summary: One of the most talked about gossips among the lower class servants in Kings Landing is the fact (or not) that Aemond Targaryen got involved with his cousin Y/n Targaryen when they were both teenagers. Mainly due to the fact that at the age of 17 she was sent to Old Town overnight. Some employees claim that Aemond was caught between her legs. Some say that, like her father, she had had a horrible fight with her uncle and aunt and was sent away. And other than that none of this happened, she just became interested in the course offered at the Old Town conservatory. But now five years later, Y/n Targaryen is back, and rumors haunt those who favor them.

This chapter is a part of a main story The gossip, you can find the previous chapter, summary and general tags by accessing the link.

Summary of the chapter: In a world where lies and half-truths reign, truths come to light and choices are finally made.

Warnings of the chapter: 18+, fights, dysfunctional family, severe trauma, mentions of depression, religious guilt, mention of purification rituals, mentions of past abortion no description for reader.

Word count: 15.900 k

A/n: Sorry for the delay dears, this was really hard to write. Hope you all enjoy! Songs of the chapter: Stop Crying Your Heart Out by Oasis, Outro & Wait by M83 and Look after you by The Fray.

Good morning Kings Landing, after the scandal at the charity ball, Targaryen Inc.'s shares have fallen this weekend, but it seems that this did not affect the person responsible for it much, since Aemond Targaryen was seen entering the Aegon's Fort hotel yesterday afternoon. What business would he have to resolve with his cousin or his uncle, who is known to be staying there? The branches of the Targaryen family tree seem to be very close in the last few days.

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Y/n swung on the swing higher and higher as Aemond pushed her, her joyful laughter making him laugh too.

-Higher Aem! - She shouted, throwing her head back to look at him with a smile on her lips while her hair tied with colorful ribbons flew in her face in the wind. - Higher!

-Mommy said it can be dangerous to go that high. - He answered a little fearfully, but still pushing her on the swing harder and harder.

-But if we don't go high then it's no fun! - She shouted laughing once more, throwing her head back to look at him.

Aemond just rolled his eyes laughing and continued to push the chains of the beautiful wooden swing in the garden. When the swing was at a considerable height Y/n jumped off it, making the older boy's eyes widen as he watched her fall onto a pile of golden and orange autumn leaves piled up earlier by the gardener, making them fly through the air and scatter once again across the lawn.

At the same moment Aemond ran towards her with a frightened expression, calling her name with a childish voice overflowing with concern. But when he got close to the pile of leaves he could hear his cousin's happy laughter as she thrashed through the leaves as if she were already playing in the snow.

-I thought you got hurt! - He murmured looking at her still worried.

-Don't be silly Aem. - She laughed, taking out a dry leaf stuck in her hair as she felt a drop of rain dripping on her cheek. - The leaves are soft.

-You could have gotten hurt anyway. - He grumbled, kicking a pebble that was on the grass.

-I'll never get hurt with you always looking out for me. - The youngest replied smiling, rolling her eyes, and with a mischievous look she grabbed several dry leaves and threw them at Aemond before running through the mansion's wide backyard.

-I'll get you! - He shouted, darting after her amidst the flowers and neatly trimmed grass, his silver hair flying in the wind as more soft drops of rain clung to his skin and clothes.

-No, you won't! - She shouted happily, quickly looking back, her hair tied with colorful ribbons and her white dress with ruffles and lace flowing around her as she ran smiling.

The rain became heavier, going from soft drops to thick drops, creating streams of water through the grass and leaving the yard increasingly muddy. It was in one of these mud puddles that Y/n slipped, falling backwards onto the lawn amidst laughter of joy.

Aemond, who was following Y/n at full speed, couldn't help but slip and fall beside her, feeling the cold rain, which was now torrential, falling down his face as he heard the youngest's contagious laughter.

-My dress! - She suddenly shouted, but it was too late, there was already mud stuck all over the white lace fabric.

-It's okay, we can ask my mother if we can go to that store you liked again so we can buy another one. - He smiled, taking her hand and looking at her fondly.

-Swear? - She asked looking down while pouting and carefully stroking the stained lace of the dress.

-I swear! - Aemond assured, squeezing her hand gently as he spoke.

And upon hearing this, Y/n smiled again, rolling around on the wet and muddy grass as if she were a tomboy laughing with fun. With a smile, Aemond plucked a blue hydrangea from the muddy flower bed and gave it to the youngest, who accepted the flower with an even brighter smile on her lips.

-From now on, they are my favorites! - She spoke exultantly with excitement, holding the flower against her chest.

Aemond's bones ached with cold at this point, but he didn't care since his heart was warmed with joy.

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The sun bathed the interior of the room with its warmth, but it wasn't enough to warm the cold bed in which Aemond woke up. His bones were still frozen with cold like in the dream, but the warmth of Y/n's laugh had disappeared, making him look around with sleepy eyes in search of her, still slightly intoxicated by his cousin's perfume that was permeated in the hotel pillows. , still almost feeling her soft touch against his skin.

Aemond hadn't even realized it when he slept the night before, he was so tired and so exhausted from the last few days that finally having Y/n's body around his own brought him the peace of mind he so desperately needed to finally fall asleep and rest as he needed. But now looking around, she had disappeared.

-Y/n? - He called her with a voice hoarse from sleep, frowning, getting up from the bed still naked and with messy hair.

The room was completely silent, there was no sound of water running in the shower or of the TV on in the adjacent hall, just a morbid and cruel silence that made Aemond's stomach churn, and he was sure that if he had anything inside him he would have vomited the moment he realized she was gone.

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Not far from the hotel, laughter flowed freely amidst words that contained enough venom to putrefy an entire ocean. At the Heyford residence, friends were eating cake and talking as if their lives depended on it.

-I doubt any of you will try to deny the facts now! - Elyrio said laughingly, pointing the dessert fork at the others present.

-By the Gods, I thought he was going to kill Jason! - Pia muttered, stirring the tea gently before drinking it, her eyes still wide. - Did you see his face?

-Jason's face after Aemond attacked him or Aemond's face that looked like a demon while attacking him? - Lion frowned ironically.

-Even better, Floris's face as she watched her fiancé attack Jason for dancing with a woman who wasn't her. - Jane laughed, throwing her head back on the back of the couch

-I think he groped her ass. - Pia muttered, frowning.

-He didn't, the Targaryen is just crazy. - Lion chuckled, shaking his head. - They are all weird, fucking your cousins for years makes you that way.

-Cousin marriages were quite common. - Pia rolled her eyes and adjusted herself on the sofa. - All of our families have done it.

-Yes, in the middle ages… like centuries ago. - Elyrio grimaced, rolling his eyes.

-Didn't your cousin Tilde marry your cousin from the North last year? - Pia smiled ironically, curving her eyebrows at Lion and Elyrio, who remained silent for a few moments.

-That's beside the point… - Elyrio dismissed the conversation, waving his hand as if that gesture could remove the topic. - They are not direct cousins, almost fourth degree at this point.

-Anyway, I haven't seen Floris since all the confusion started at the ball. - Lion changed the subject soon after.

-You probably won't see her for a long time. - Jane muttered, leaning forward a little on the couch. - I heard one of the Targaryen security guards saying that our dear Y/n broke her nose.

-Damn. - Elyrio laughed, putting his hand to his mouth and throwing himself back on the couch. - The Targaryens will probably hide them both in a capsule in space for about three years after all this.

-Most likely. - Jane rolled her eyes agreeing. - I heard my father saying that Viserys Targaryen called an extraordinary emergency meeting with several members of the company for today after the drop in shares.

-I don't think so… - Pia muttered with her eyes slightly wide as she read a news story on her cell phone and then immediately showed the screen to the others, with the headline and a photo of Aemond leaving Aegon's Fort with the car windows down taken a few minutes ago.

-He must have gone there to give her moral support after seeing all those photos on the way out of the dance. - Pia concluded, turning the screen back to herself.

-We're past that phase, Pia. - Lion rolled his eyes. - With the anger he was in on Friday night, he must have fucked his dear cousin until her brain turned to jelly last night.

-Lion! -Pia croaked, blushing slightly at her friend's foul language.

-Nothing more than facts, little Pia… - He smiled mischievously against the cup, staring at them over the rim. - And now everyone knows about it.

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Aemond dressed in a hurry, looking around the room once more, before slamming the door and going down to the reception, slightly disheveled, without even caring about it. His head was boiling with fear and worry.

-Where's my cousin? - He growled at the reception man with his jaw clenched.

-I don't know, s-sir. - The boy stuttered slightly, unable to look at him properly. - She left a while ago, she said to hand over her luggage to her father and stepmother and ask him to check out.

-You're not going to hand her luggage to anyone! - Aemond hissed lowly with wide eyes, almost jumping over the counter. - Leave everything exactly as it is, am I clear?

-Y-Yes, sir. - The boy nodded nervously as he watched the Targaryen walk hard toward the parking lot, his face contorted in fury.

Aemond got into the car, slamming the door behind him with excessive force, causing a loud bang in the parking lot, feeling his hands tingle with desperation, barely able to put the key in the ignition with the slight tremor that took over his entire body.

-Seven fucking hells! - Aemond shouted in frustration, slamming his hand on the steering wheel as he tried to imagine where the hell Y/n had gone besides the hotel.

Almost completely overcome by despair, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, mentally repeating the words he wanted to believe now more than ever: "I'll find her, I'll find her." Feeling momentarily calmer, Aemond finally started the car, sighing shortly after as he left the hotel parking lot.

His mind was racing, trying to think of a way to find her. His main idea was to call her, but he had no idea what the youngest's new number was, besides the fact that his phone wasn't with him. Since in his rush to leave the house the day before, he had forgotten it on the bed, along with the clothes Aegon had lent him.

As he drove back to the apartment, Aemond mentally listed who might have her number, but he couldn't think of anyone, since they had been together practically the entire time since the day she arrived until that horrible day when they had the argument.

Aemond felt so foolish, so stupid. He asked himself every moment "How could he let her go? How could he lose her once again?" A lone tear of pain ran down Aemond's cheek as he thought about her, as he thought about the fact that in that moment he would give anything to have his Y/n back smiling by his side.

Daemon's voice seemed to echo through his head, making his stomach churn as he imagined Y/n moving on with life without him, at imagining another man in his place. Memories of the night of the ball invaded his mind, her so beautiful in that red dress next to that wretched Lanister. Aemond's blood boiled at the mere memory, but the anger was instantly replaced by pure pain when he remembered Y/n's voice telling him not to touch her as she pulled away from him.

And amidst all the pain of last Friday's memories pounding through his mind, Y/n's provocative voice seemed to shine, speaking mockingly about her own dress. Olenna's dress, for which Aemond knew that Y/n had such great admiration that it bordered on fanaticism. And with renewed spirit, he accelerated the car even more, since if anyone could have Y/n's number it would certainly be the old fox Olenna Tyrell.

He didn't even bother to lock the car when he got out of the parking lot, he just ran towards the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly, as if that would help the elevator move faster. When he finally opened the main door, Aemond frowned the exact moment he stepped inside, noticing that things were definitely not where he had left them.

A stab of pain shot through his chest and Aemond felt his heart freeze when he saw the open trunk with several of his precious memories scattered across the couch and floor. Without even closing the door behind him, he ran towards where the mess had been made, eyes wide and hands shaking.

Aemond's breathing was almost returning to normal flow, when once again his stomach dropped at the sight of Alicent's expensive moss green leather bag resting on the table in the entrance hall. Bile rose in his throat at the exact moment the realization dawned on him that it was his mother who had come in there and gone through his things.

Feeling his throat almost closing up, he bent down and picked up Mr. Bunny from the couch, and next to the plush, a picture of him and Y/n hugging and laughing on one of her birthdays, while a hot tear ran down her cheek almost to her neck before Aemond wiped it away roughly with the back of his hand. Her smile, frozen forever in that image, almost made him lose his breath once more.

Until Vhagar's soft meow sounded through the room, making him look away at her, who was looking at him curiously while gently rubbing herself against his legs.

-It's okay, dear. - He whispered more to himself than to her, stroking the cat's ears while she was allowing him to do so. - It's going to be okay.

Aemond's voice sounded more determined, before he put the old plush back on the couch and walked to the bedroom looking for his cell phone, almost smiling when he realized it still had enough battery. Aemond was about to leave the apartment with only his cell phone in his hands, when something flashed in the back of his mind.

He would not wait any longer, he would never lose her again, not in this life or in all the others that would come. With this in mind and his heart full of fear, Aemond bent over the trunk, fearing that the wooden box he always kept at the bottom was no longer there, feeling almost instant relief when he saw it intact and unopened among the other things that remained in the trunk.

With a sigh, he grabbed the box and headed toward the elevator, slamming the apartment door behind him. Still with his angry eyes, he strode toward the reception as soon as the elevator door opened, making the doorman flinch slightly.

-May I ask why you let my mother break into my apartment while I was away? - He practically growled at the man, leaning over him as if he were ten feet tall.

-I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to. - The doorman muttered without looking him directly in the eyes. - But your cousin asked me to come up and I thought there would be no problems…

-My cousin? - Aemond's voice dropped five octaves in ten seconds upon hearing that, his eyes shining with shock as the threatening posture gradually left him. - Y/n was here?

-Y-yes, sir. - He nodded as he spoke. - She asked me to wait for you, said you wouldn't mind.

-When was that? - Aemond asked, his voice bordering on hysteria. - What time did she come?

-It was yesterday afternoon, she said she would wait for you. But then your mother arrived, sir, and went up too. - The man gestured towards the elevator as he spoke. - She didn't stay up there for long, but as soon as she left it didn't take long and Miss Y/n went too.

-By the fucking gods. - Aemond hissed furiously, and without saying anything else he headed towards the parking lot with his eyes flashing with fury.

He had barely slammed the car door behind him when he selected the Tyrell residence number from his cell phone's contact list, feeling all his body tingle with unease.

-I need to talk to Olenna Tyrell. - He growled angrily as a girl's voice sounded on the other end of the line.

-My grandmother doesn't answer calls on Sundays. - The pretentious and arrogant voice sounded against Aemond's ears, making him even angrier.

-It's extremely urgent. - He hissed slowly through his teeth, his jaw so tight it could break.

-She continues not to answer calls on Sundays. Call again on Monday. - The girl said ironically before Aemond heard the sound of the phone being hung up.

-Insolent slut. - Aemond practically shouted angrily, throwing the cell phone hard against the passenger seat, not knowing what to do next, and then just starting the car, leaving the parking lot for the light of the street.

A few moments later, when he stopped the car at a traffic light, Aemond looked ahead and the news screen of the main avenue lit up, making his heart drop, when suddenly several photos of Y/n alone on the road after the charity ball appeared.

Her eyes were scared and slightly reddened by tears as she tried in vain to cover her face with her arms. It got even worse when a video started next, where one of those vultures placed the camera so close to her face that it almost knocked her over.

Even watching from a distance without the audio, Aemond could almost hear the sound of her voice, almost feeling her desperation on his own skin, with her eyes wide with fear, looking in all directions but with no way to escape. Bile rose in his throat, making him feel like he was going to vomit, anger and fury were boiling inside him like a toxic and explosive mixture at that moment.

Taken by nothing more than pure hatred, Aemond made the left turn that would take him to the family mansion, breaking the right of way and honking at whoever the idiot was who had gotten in front of him, gripping the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles were slightly white.

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The movement in the Targaryan family mansion that day was much greater than usual. While Rhaenyra and Aegon were talking to several of the main shareholders along with some of the department heads, Viserys had been locked in the office with Alicent and Larys Strong, the head of the public relations department, for at least two hours.

Each suggestion given to resolve the problem made Viserys want to disappear from the room, not wanting to upset his wife, but not knowing exactly which path to take to correct all that chaos.

-The Lanister family is undoubtedly furious. - Larys communicated to Viserys in a restrained manner, while walking around the room with both hands behind her back, her head lowered, but with her eyes observing every detail inside the office, as if analyzing Alicent who stared at Viserys with a frown while picking at the skin around her nails lightly. - They demand at least a public apology from Aemond, and are considering reevaluating some recent investments with the Targaryen.

Viserys sighed at this, raising a slightly trembling hand to his forehead as he tried to think of a solution.

-Let's leave that for later. - He finally decided. - Tymond Lanister is an old friend of mine, I spoke to him personally about it later.

-What about the Baratheons? - He finally asked while crossing his hands on the wooden table top and looking at Larys.

-Borros Baratheon has publicly stated that he will not collaborate with anything that has the slightest to do with Targaryen Inc. - Larys murmured in a soft and slightly paused voice as he observed Viserys from bottom to top, as if she were analyzing him meticulously. - Not after the terrible humiliation suffered by your daughter.

-The girl however… claims that she would still agree to get married, even in… the current circumstances. - Larys clasped both hands together, looking from Alicent to Viserys as spoke.

-And what do you expect me to do? - Viserys hissed, staring at him slightly impatiently, raised his hands up. - May the Gods help me! Aemond said he won't marry the Baratheon girl! - Viserys roared lightly, glaring at them. - What can I do?

-Force him to marry Floris! - Alicent demanded furiously, placing both hands on the tabletop, staring at her husband with eyes blazing.

-What do you want from me, wife? That I put a knife to the boy's throat and force him to go up to the altar? - Viserys roared in a low voice, glaring at her with a mixture of exhaustion and anger. - I can't do that!

Viserys didn't need to try very hard to know where all this would end. Exactly where Daemon ended up, forced to marry Rhea, stuck in a loveless marriage and with a heart full of hate. He pressed his hands firmly against his face, knowing very well where this whole story between his grandmother and Daemon had ended. In more shouting and more fighting, in a loveless marriage, in the permanent separation from his brother and in the birth of Y/n in a house that looked more like a war zone than a home.

-How can you not, Viserys? - The youngest looked at him indignantly, leaning even more firmly on the table and almost lifting her feet off the floor to face her husband with eyes shining. - Do as your grandmother did with your brother, tell him that either he marries Floris or he will be disinherited!

Before Viserys could give his answer, the office door opened and Aemond appeared with his jaw and fists clenched in fury. The older man looked closely at his son who looked completely destroyed, with his wrinkled suit, his long disheveled hair tied in a poorly made bun and his bloodshot eyes full of dark circles making it seem as if all the joy had been sucked from his soul. Viserys held his breath momentarily with the cruel thought that he hadn't seen him like this in five years.

-That's what you're doing then? Planning my ruin behind my back? - Aemond hissed with slightly wide eyes, walking slowly into his father's office, while looking from one to the other with betrayal burning in his gaze, watching his mother turn and stare at him with shock in her eyes, before regaining her composure.

-Your ruin? - Alicent arched her eyebrow in confusion, as she approached Viserys behind the desk and looked at her son very seriously. - Everything I've done up until now has been to protect you, Aemond! Every decision, every little thing… - She pointed out, tightly squinting her eyes as she spoke. - It was to protect you and your reputation! It was to ensure that you have the future you deserve!

-And what is the future that I deserve, mother? - He spat out the words angrily. - A fake marriage to satisfy your and my grandfather's ego? Living forever on lies while everyone knows that I love another woman? That I desire another woman?

-By the seven, I forbid you to speak of this matter again! - She hissed, serrated her lips immediately afterwards as she slapped her hand against the table.

-Mother, I’ll only ask you once. - Aemond ignored Alicent's words, still slightly blinded by anger, speaking through his teeth with his jaw so tight that it was almost possible to hear it creak. - What did you say to Y/n? - Aemond demanded, staring at his mother with wide eyes burning with fury.

-I don't know what you're talking about. - Alicent replied at the same time, looking away from him briefly. - I haven't seen her once, besides the night of the ball, since she came back.

-Stop lying to me! - He practically shouted, taking long strides towards the table where his mother and father were standing behind with their eyes even wider.

-I know you were in my house, I know you went through all my things! I know you said something to her because now she's just gone and I have no idea where she is! - Aemond seemed out of control as he spoke, his voice hateful and cruel with each word he uttered as he walked around the office with hard steps, feeling almost compressed to be again in the same room where they had ripped half of him away years ago.

-Tell me the truth! What did you say to Y/n? - He growled now in a low voice with his face contorted with anger and his eyes jagged.

-Exactly that, the truth! - Alicent finally screeched, walking towards her son decisively. - I didn't say anything else to her, I just stated the facts. If she decided to leave, she decided on her own! I'm not to blame for any of this!

-Lies! - He hissed once more, glaring at her decisively while Larys and Viserys watched the exchange in silence. - She wouldn't do that, she wouldn't leave, she wouldn't leave me if you hadn't done something about it! - Aemond yelled while gesturing to the older woman.

-But you're right, mother, none of this is your fault. - He growled, glaring at her even more furiously, his face contorted into a hateful frown. - It's mine for letting things get to this point! It's mine for not sending my grandfather to the seven hells the day he came up with that infernal proposal!

-If she wanted to leave, it was of her own free will! - Alicent reiterated angrily, walking towards her son, stopping a short distance away. - What you need to do now is stop this madness and focus on your future. - She begged him, looking him in the eyes, holding her son's shoulders firmly. - We still have time to fix things between you and Floris and resolve this whole mess!

-There is no me and Floris. - Aemond screamed lividly upon hearing those words, breaking free from his mother's touch in the process. - Y/n is my future! - He hissed between his teeth. - And I wouldn't marry Floris Baratheon even if it were to save my neck! - He growled increasingly furious as he looked around the office, briefly meeting his father's shocked eyes on the way. - I would rather drop dead right now than accept living like this!

-Dear, you're confused. - Alicent murmured, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she approached him once more. - Let's just talk to the septon and sort this all out, everything will be fine after you talk to the septon!

-I'm not going to talk to anyone! - Aemond walked away from her, his eyes sparkling. - I don't want to talk to anyone! - He shouted, walking towards the door. - The only thing I'm going to do is find Y/n, and no one is going to stop me!

-Don't you dare turn your back on me for her! - Alicent shouted, taking a few steps forward and facing her son with clenched fists, her nails almost sinking into his flesh, making Aemond stop with his hand on the doorknob. - That girl is a mistake!

-No, she's not. - He sighed wistfully, looking back briefly and facing his mother. - This is all a mistake.

Without looking back again, Aemond left through the office door, slamming it as hard as he could behind him, quickly going down the stairs, feeling as if his brain was rattling inside his head, while his mother's voice sounded behind him, along with the footsteps heavy weights of Viserys, who was also descending the stairs, followed by Larys Strong.

Little by little the screams filled the main hall of the mansion where Aegon and Rhaenyra were trying to calm the spirits of some worried shareholders, making everyone instantly look towards the stairs. Quickly, the curious eyes of the mansion's employees and everyone else who was there paid maximum attention to the scene, barely looking away as Aemond descended the last few steps of the stairs in a rage, followed by Alicent who seemed on the verge of despair.

-Aemond, if you leave through this door, you don't need to come back! - Alicent shouted, standing at the foot of the stairs with tears in her eyes, watching her son cross the hall towards the front door, while Viserys looked around, not knowing what to do, in the midst of such a delicate situation and with so many extremely important people seeing everything firsthand.

Aemond froze for a moment, looking at the perfectly polished floor of the house where he had grown up, the same floor on which he had run with Y/n so many times playing tag, the same floor on which she had been dragged away from his arms years ago, the same floor on which his tears had flowed freely for nights on end as he remembered her.

He looked up and in front of him, near the door, were Aegon and Rhaenyra. His half-sister stared at him with what seemed like a mixture of fury and disdain, while his brother had a frown and a very serious look on his face, staring at him with a look that practically made Aemond hear a voice screaming in the back of his own mind.

Choose.

With his jaw serrated and his hands clenched into fists, he turned around again, staring at his mother with shining eyes as he took his wallet out of his pocket, opened it, and ripped the company's access badge with his credentials out, threw it onto the hall table with force in an act of pure fury under everyone's shocked gaze.

-Aemond! - Alicent squealed in horror, putting both hands to her mouth as her eyes widened.

-Then I'm not coming back! - He loosened his tie, ripping it off angrily, followed by his jacket and throwing them on the table along with his badge while he glared at both his father and mother. - It's over for me!

Without saying anything else, Aemond walked towards the exit of the mansion, his gaze momentarily crossing with Rhaenyra and Aegon's once again, she looked at him with even more disdain if that was possible, while Aegon had a palpable smile of pleasure on his face, nodding quickly when his younger brother walked past him in long strides towards the garden.

Nothing else mattered to Aemond at that moment, the only thing that existed in his mind was Y/n, the only thing that would keep him breathing was finding her. And going as fast as possible towards his car he had an idea of how, there was only a certain type of person who always seemed to know where everyone was in that damn city, those faggots from the gossip papers, who seemed to be everywhere at the same time.

Slamming the door behind him furiously, Aemond accelerated the car leaving the mansion's grounds without even looking in the rearview mirror. When he was a safe distance away a few meters later he stopped, turning around almost at the same moment to reach for his cell phone on the passenger seat.

Aemond sighed deeply, almost punching the steering wheel in frustration resorting to the last desperate resource that could help him find her, praying quietly to the gods that some tabloid would have at least one update with Y/n's name.

-Hell where is she? - Aemond muttered to himself as he scanned through the various gossip pages with hundreds of hits. Until his gaze caught on one in particular called "Kings Landing Daily", in which Y/n's name appeared in large letters in an article from about an hour ago.

"Is it time for pruning? Y/n Targaryen was seen at the Black Water Bay airport a few minutes ago, apparently completely alone. Some sources claim that she bought a ticket to Essos, but no one could say which city! Perhaps the more libertine airs across the sea will do our dear girl good, who seems to enjoy unorthodox entanglements."

Just below the headline was a photo of Y/n entering the airport looking even more haggard than when he saw her the day before, her gaze vacant and unfocused, while her lips were curled down in a frown so sad that it made Aemond's heart drop almost to his stomach.

With trembling hands, he checked the flight schedule, feeling the air return to his lungs briefly when he saw that no flights had left for Essos, and there was only one scheduled to take off in the next two hours. With that in mind, Aemond started the car again, stepping on the accelerator towards the airport.

As soon as Aemond started the car, the radio turned on too, still tuned to the same radio station that Y/n had left on the previous days. And Aemond's eyes filled with unshed tears when Shania Tyrell's soft voice began to sound from the speaker, singing that same song that his sweet Y/n loved, the song that she always said belonged to the two of them.

Stopping the car at a traffic light, he closed his eyes momentarily, while the memory of her smile took over his mind. As if by magic, the memories of the dream he had had earlier that day returned, and Aemond's heart ached even more as he remembered the sweet promises made by those two children in the rain.

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A few miles away, Y/n was sitting curled up in an armchair in the cold, gray private waiting room of Black Water Bay Airport while outside the chaos of the airport continued without her. Y/n looked at everything through the large window next to her armchair, carefully observing the profusion of excited or irritated conversations, while the mechanical voice of the sound system announced the next flights.

Amidst the tumult of people rushing to catch their flights, she then saw a smiling couple, the woman in a very fine lavender dress and the man wearing an expensive suit, in the middle of them holding both of their hands while occasionally gaining momentum and lifting her small feet off the ground, there was a beautiful little girl who must have been no more than five years old. Smiling and laughing, chatting things that Y/n couldn't hear to her parents, who just looked at her with love.

Y/n's eyes slowly shifted to another direction, her gaze lost in the sight of a blue flower sticker on the window of one of the stores across the hall. Little by little, her vision lost focus as she felt her mind wandering down paths she didn't like to go down, through memories that brought her more pain than any other physical wound she could have ever had.

As if to make everything even more painful, Shania Tyrell's soft voice sounded through the airport speaker, singing so sweetly that it made her close her eyes momentarily as she thought painfully about everything she had lost and everything she would still lose, being slowly dragged into unconsciousness.

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The green meadow of RuneStone seemed even bigger and greener than Y/n remembered in her childhood memory of the happy moments she had lived there with her mother. The sweet smell of grass and sea entered her nostrils, bringing a soft feeling of innocent joy to her heart.

With a smile, she admired the beautiful mountains that covered the entire Valley, full of greenery and small colorful flowers that gave them a charm that in childhood made Y/n think they were magical. Everything seemed perfect, the sky so beautiful and blue that it could be a painting and no one would know, and suddenly a firm voice, but at the same time full of warmth and deep love, sounded through the sound of the leaves in the wind, making her heart skip a beat.

-How is my little girl?

Y/n's eyes filled with tears at the same moment as she slowly turned around, feeling the wind ruffle her hair, messing it up, her heart flooding with barely contained joy and extreme melancholy as she heard her mother's voice for the first time since she was a child.

-Mama! - Y/n sobbed out loud as soon as her gaze met Rhea's, and without thinking for a second she ran straight into her mother's arms, throwing her onto the fresh, soft grass of the Valley, falling next to her as tears ran freely down her cheeks.

-Mom, I missed you so much. - She practically sobbed, holding tightly to the woman, hiding her face in her chest as tears and more tears ran down her face. - So… So much.

-Oh my little girl. - Rhea stroked her hair with adoration and care, an unwavering love and longing in her eyes as she left a kiss on her daughter's hair. - I'm so sorry I couldn't be with you.

-I'm dead? - Y/n asked with a trembling voice, still clinging to her mother. - I'm dreaming? Are you really real?

-I assure you that you are very alive and that I am very real. - The woman held her face by the cheeks softly, looking into her eyes. - You needed me, didn't you? - She smiled without taking her eyes off her daughter. - So I came to see you.

Y/n sobbed with joy upon hearing that, hugging her mother even tighter as she hid her face in her neck and cried profusely, feeling a wave of security so strong in her bones at that moment that it almost left her breathless.

-But why only now? - The younger girl's gaze towards her mother was nothing but confused as she tried to breathe and dry her tears, and still couldn't let go of Rhea. - Why not earlier? I've needed you before, mom.

-But not as much as now. - Rhea caressed her daughter's cheekbones with her thumbs, frowning momentarily.

-You're giving up, Y/n. - Rhea spoke very seriously. - You've never run away in your entire life, you've never cowered in the face of problems, you've been through much worse trials than this and you've always kept hope in your heart, you've always fought for the things you wanted.

-I can't stay, mom. - She sniffed, wiping a tear with the back of her hand, feeling her heart burning with pain. - I don't have the courage to tell Aemond what happened. - She sobbed lightly, holding on tighter to her mother as she said those words. - And I also don't want to be the one to blame for ruining his future.

-You need to tell him the truth, my dear. - The mother smiled sadly, caressing Y/n's hair. - I know how painful this was for you, but what happened is also part of Aemond's story. He needs to know. And you need to tell him so you can move on.

-Mom, I'm so scared of telling him the truth. -Y/n sobbed, pressing her eyes tightly, the pain inside her threatening to take over her entire being at the mere mention of a not-so-distant past.

-My sweet girl, I can feel your anguish. - Rhea whispered to her melancholic daughter. -But sometimes we need to face the past to be able to forgive.

-I don't want him to hate me. - Y/n murmured, hugging her mother tighter and tighter as she listened to each of the older woman's words with her eyes full of fear. - I won't be able to bear it if he hates me.

-Not when you already hate yourself for what happened, right? - Rhea caressed Y/n's face with a look of deep sadness and the youngest looked away. - It wasn't your fault, Y/n. You need to forgive yourself.

-I don't know if I can. - She sighed with her eyes closed in deep pain. - It hurts so much when I think about it, mom, it makes me wish I had died that night.

-You were just a little girl. - Rhea spoke sweetly but very seriously. -You weren't responsible for anything that happened. It doesn't matter what anyone told you.

-Aemond loves you more than anything, Y/n. - Rhea smiled melancholy against her daughter's grass-scented hair. - I don't think it would ever be possible for him to hate you, besides, he's a smart guy. He'll understand. He will suffer just like you, but he will understand.

Y/n smiled momentarily against her mother's heart when she heard this, thinking about her dear Aemond and how much she loved him, but then she became serious.

-I don't want him to suffer, mom. - She murmured hoarsely, feeling her stomach churn at the mere thought of causing Aemond suffering.

-You can't take that away from him, my dear. - The woman answered solemnly, stroking a lock of her daughter's hair. - Just like you can't take away from him the opportunity to choose what he wants for his own future. - Rhea continued in a serious voice, looking deeply into Y/n's eyes. - You have the right to your choices, and Aemond has the right to his. His mistakes are not your fault, just as yours are not his.

-But it's not fair to you or him to leave like this, my dear. - Rhea murmured against her hair, leaving a soft kiss there, making her daughter sigh with contentment.

-And how much did Alic… - Y/n swallowed the bitter words before continuing, while raising her head and looking Rhea in the eyes. - And what about Aemond's mother?

-You don't owe anything to Alicent Y/n. - Rhea grumbled, her voice slightly heavy and her eyes sparkling subtly.

-She was good to me, mom. - Y/n frowned in confusion as she rambled on, even if deep in her heart a certain bitterness resonates at the sound of the words. - She took care of me as a child when I lost you.

-Just because someone had a good attitude towards you in the past doesn't mean you should subjugate yourself to them forever. - Rhea held her daughter's face more firmly as she said those words. Her face was as firm as the rocky mountains that surrounded them. - The past is in the past. Alicent took care of you when you were a child and that won't change.

-But something that also won't change is what she did to you afterward. All the pain she caused you. - The older woman's voice sounded fiercer, while her jaw clenched subtly as she said the words, with a look of deep protection in her eyes. - It's okay to feel angry with her for that, it won't make you ungrateful when she hurt you in so many ways.

-I don't expect you to retaliate, but I didn't raise my daughter to be a coward. - Rhea whispered to Y/n with a stronger voice as she looked her firmly in the eyes. - To cower in front of Oto and Alicent Hightower and run away!

-You're not just a Targaryen, you're a Royce! - Rhea growled with burning eyes as she stared at her daughter while holding her by the shoulders. - And Royces don't run like cowards, it's us that the cowards run from!

Y/n's eyes burned when she heard that, but this time not from tears, but from a feeling of inexorable bravery taking over her and leaving her almost breathless, while her lower lip trembled gently.

-I'll be brave, mother. - She stated in a firm voice, feeling her heart race in her chest with the promise.

-I wouldn't expect anything less from you. - Rhea smiled widely as she gently and softly caressed her daughter's cheeks, just like she did when she was a child.

-My sweet Y/n. - Rhea's voice grew weaker, almost a whisper as she still looked at her daughter with that same look of affection and sweetness. -Be happy!

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-I'm will! - Y/n whispered softly in her sleep.

A profusion of sounds burst from all sides, and still feeling her heart warmed by her mother's words, Y/n woke up from her dream looking around the gray airport waiting room a little scared trying to locate herself in that place that seemed so cold compared to the green meadow of her dream.

With her eyes returning to focus she turned once again to the large window next to the seat, but now the movement of people had reduced drastically, since everyone was looking basically in the same direction while whispering among themselves. Y/n raised her eyebrows slightly confused, since she couldn't see what all those people were looking at from where she was.

But then suddenly she held her breath, the moment she realized that Aemond's familiar voice echoed through the room. For a moment Y/n didn't know if she was awake or not when she walked towards the public area of the airport and her gaze found Aemond arguing with a security guard a few meters ahead, just behind the non-passenger limit area.

-Mr. Targaryen, without a ticket, I cannot let you pass from here. - The man tried to explain in a firm voice, but one that inevitably contained a note of fear.

-I just don't understand why I need a ticket when my family owns the fucking airport! - He hissed through his teeth, furious, his nostrils flared and his eyes wide, making the security guard flinch a little.

-I-I'm sorry Sir, but that's the airport policy…

-Fuck the airport policy! - Aemond didn't let him finish, looking even more furious, almost advancing on the security guard. - I need to talk to my cousin right now! Where is she?

His face looked completely red as he spoke, while around him several people watched the scene with curiosity written all over their faces. Some had already taken their cell phones out of their pockets and were discreetly filming the whole mess.

But Y/n didn't even notice those people, her gaze focusing solely on Aemond, who as if sensing her presence turned to look at her, all anger leaving his expression almost instantly upon seeing her. The next second, without giving any explanation to the security guard with whom he had caused a scandal seconds ago, Aemond walked with long strides towards Y/n, without hesitating for a second on the way to the youngest, while he felt relief gradually replace the despair with which his heart seemed to be so familiar.

Y/n in turn just remained motionless in the same place, still numb from the dream, not sure if it was real or not. Until Aemond got close enough for her to feel his breath brushing against her skin and pulled her against him in a desperate hug, almost crushing her bones against his.

-You can't do that to me. - He murmured against her neck in a desperate voice, holding her against him in the middle of the airport hall. - You can't leave again when you promised me a week ago that you would never leave me again.

-Aem… - She murmured in a frightened voice, looking around. - People are watching.

-I don’t give a shit about any of them. - He interrupted her at the same time with a growl, holding her face between his palms. - Let them stare.

-What are you doing? - Y/n stared at him with wide eyes, while she felt the gaze of everyone around her burning holes in her back.

-Which I should have done the moment you came back to me. - Aemond hissed softly, looking deep into her eyes, his heart racing in his chest, almost taking his breath away.

-I love you, Y/n Targaryen. - He declared in a firm voice, still holding her face between his hands, which were now shaking slightly as he spoke. -I have loved you since I knew what love is.

Y/n felt her heart jump in her chest when she heard those words, her stomach churning while the rest of her body suddenly seemed to start tingling simultaneously. She couldn't say anything, just stare at Aemond with her breath caught in her throat, barely able to move, paralyzed by that moment.

-Wherever I go, I see you! - He whispered, his red eyes seeming to look straight into her soul. - On every street I walk, every sunrise and every sunset I watch. On every rainy day, every damn flower that dares to grow in a field. - He sighed heavily, pressing his eyes tightly. - I see you!

-My heart is chained to you, Y/n. - He opened his eyes again, staring at her in such a raw way that it made her skin crawl. - You can't leave without tearing me apart in the process.

-Aem… - She gasped, her eyebrows furrowed, staring at him, unable to look away even an inch.

-If you leave, you'll be condemning me to a life of endless pain and sadness. - Aemond stopped her from saying anything, as he pressed his forehead against hers. - I don't care about anything else. - He murmured, his eyes sparkling as they met hers.

-I don’t care about companies, politics, family. I only care about being with you! I'd live in an isolated cabin in the middle of the Iron Islands if I could be with you. - He practically growled.

-Aemond. - She sighed, her face contorted in a mixture of doubts, her hands slowly rising until they gently rested on the older man's cheeks, holding him carefully just as he held her while shaking his head. - This will ruin you.

-I'm already ruined, Y/n. - He sighed to her with teary eyes, guiding his hands through her hair and holding her closer. - I've been ruined for five years, since the night they took you away from me.

-And I would give up everything… - He practically gasped, his eyes wide as he stared at her, while Y/n held her breath, unable to take her eyes off his. - I would give up all the money and our family name right now, if it means that you will be mine forever.

-Because if I have you and nothing else, I will be satisfied. - He murmured, gently brushing his nose against hers in an act of affection so gentle that it almost pulled all the air out of Y/n's lungs. - But if I have everything a heart could desire and I don't have you, I can never be happy.

Y/n's body was so close to Aemond's that she could feel his heartbeat against her own chest, as if it were only one, and at that moment her heart was beating so hard that she feared she would die right there. In a brief moment of hesitation, her mind went back to the previous afternoon, and Alicent's cruel words about how all of this was ruining Aemond's life, and for an instant she wanted to let go of him.

But as quickly as the thought came it dissipated, replaced by his own mother's voice, whispering softly to her that Aemond's choices belonged to him, and no one else. It was not up to her to decide what to do alone, it was not up to her to choose for him. Aemond was making his decision and he was choosing her over all other things, and Y/n knew she had to make her own decisions and that she would be the biggest fool if she refused him, if she refused her greatest wish and opportunity to be happy.

Feeling her eyes filled with tears, Y/n slowly approached Aemond, brushing her nose against his slowly, her lips just a breath away from touching his.

-I love you too. - She whispered, her face contorted in pure contentment as she said those words, closing her eyes slowly and sighing, as if saying those words lifted a weight off her shoulders.

Little by little Aemond's face contorted in tension began to dissolve into a soft smile with his eyes shining with emotion, while he felt the purest relief inflame inside. Being taken by that overwhelming wave of contentment, Aemond didn't care about the hundreds of eyes that were already watching them open-mouthed, he just sealed the millimeter distance that was left between them with a passionate kiss right there, in the middle of the airport hall full of people.

The moment their lips touched, dozens of flashes went off simultaneously in the distance, but Aemond didn't care, not when Y/n was in his arms so close that he could feel her heart as if it were his own. Not when he could taste her lips on his, feel the flavor of her love mixing with his.

Aemond broke the kiss with a soft sigh, leaving a short peck on her lips in the process, brushing his lips against Y/n's afterwards as they both kept their foreheads together, unable to pull away from each other.

As the buzz increased along with the increasingly deafening noise of the flashes, the two were slowly pulled back into reality. Aemond assumed a stoic expression again, locking his jaw as he pulled Y/n behind him, protecting her with his body, afraid to see the frightened look from earlier on the screens firsthand if she had to face the photographers face to face alone. He walked with long strides towards the exit, always keeping her close to him, while the airport security guards tried to keep the paparazzi who had appeared like vultures.

Y/n, in turn, barely saw or heard the photographers, even though the flashes were popping madly a short distance away while they shouted scandalous and dirty questions at both of them. Her eyes only saw Aemond, her ears only heard his breathing and heartbeat as he whispered softly in her ear that everything was okay, holding her protectively in his arms the entire way to the car, only letting her go to open the passenger door and then helping her get into the car as quickly as possible, before running to the other side and getting in as well, already starting the engine and driving the car out of the airport parking lot.

The youngest didn't know what to feel, her heart racing as fast as a hummingbird in mid-flight. She was still catching her breath when she looked to the side and saw Aemond with his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him, driving on a path that seemed familiar to her, but still Y/n had no idea where it would lead.

-Where are we going? - She finally found the courage to ask as she bit her lower lip, staring at the older man.

-To a safe place… - He murmured with a small sideways smile, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes. - A safe and special place.

It wasn't long after that and the two arrived at a large empty property, surrounded by a high stone wall and a huge cast-iron gate that looked like it had come straight out of one of the books Aemond read to them before they went to sleep, or on the days when it was too cold to play in the garden when they were both children.

Y/n couldn't see anything behind the walls, only through the bars of the gate where she could notice several trees and flowers planted around a vast green lawn, along with the sound of dozens of birds singing happily while colorful butterflies flew around, brightening up the place.

-What is this place? - Y/n smiled playfully for the first time in days, but still with a melancholy in her eyes, as she stared at the older gently raised her eyebrows. - The enchanted forest?

-Well, see by yourself. - He murmured, still with a subtle smile on his lips, already taking off his seatbelt and getting out of the car, making Y/n frown when he opened the back door and took out a solid wooden box that for a moment she remembered seeing at the bottom of the trunk the day before, but she didn't have time to snoop around with Alicent's sudden arrival.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and sighed before finally getting out of the car, feeling her heart in her mouth as she tried to imagine the million possibilities of what all this could be. Aemond waited patiently for her outside with his hand extended in a courteous gesture that she gladly accepted, and with a subtle smile he guided them both to the gate.

Without letting Y/n see the rest of the box's contents, he pulled a large, copper-colored key filled with colorful trinkets that seemed familiar to Y/n from inside the box and unlocked the huge gate, which let out a rather loud creak as it opened.

-First you my lady. - He murmured, holding the gate open so that the youngest could pass, making Y/n lean gently and pass under his arm, looking curiously at the immense property now that she was inside the walls.

The two walked down a short stone road that seemed to lead nowhere, and Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that she knew that place, even if she didn't remember being there. The only sound heard was that of the birds and both she and Aemond walked in silence, without saying a single word to each other, until the older one let out a resigned sigh.

-I never forgot you. - He murmured, looking at her painfully while tightly gripping the wooden box. - Not even for a minute.

-Aemond, you don't need to, I've already… - Y/n began to speak, feeling her heart tighten with the guilt of the words she had said to him in the hotel room, being immediately interrupted by the older man.

-I need to. - He sighed, grabbing her hand through his free one and bringing it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the palm. - I need to tell you how much I missed you, how much I wanted you back during each of the days that passed.

-Some days I talked to myself. - He murmured, looking down. - I pretended you could hear, I pretended you were there because I felt like I was losing you, I felt like I was slowly going crazy.

-I think maybe I could hear you. - Y/n whispered back holding his hands between hers. - Sometimes I was sure I heard you whispering my name during the night, maybe I was dreaming, but I preferred to just believe it was your voice. - She smiled melancholy looking at the floor.

-I'm sorry for making you think that I didn't care about everything that happened. - His voice was solemn and his gaze downcast. - I missed you, more than anything in this world. So much so that some days I thought I was going crazy. - Aemond gasped, squeezing his eyes shut at the mere memory.

-It wasn't your fault. - She murmured softly. - I just… I was so scared and so insecure about this whole Floris and you thing that…

-Y/n, this is over. - Aemond interrupted her at the same moment, the Baratheon's name causing a bitter taste in his mouth. - There never was a Floris and me, and there never will be. I put an end to all that lying, there is no more engagement, there is nothing else. There is only you and me now. - The last words were spoken quietly as they both leaned closer to each other.

-Close your eyes. - Aemond asked in a low voice, almost whispering, watching with slightly teary eyes as the younger girl arched her eyebrows in confusion before slowly closing her own eyes.

Y/n shivered slightly as she felt the older man's soft hands gently touching her shoulders, turning her in another direction that she assumed was the sun, as she could feel a subtle golden glow through her eyelids.

-You can open them now. - He whispered with his lips pressed against the shell of her ear, making Y/n's skin crawl.

Slowly Y/n opened her eyes, blinking a few times to adapt her vision again, and when she finally could see clearly again, she could see the hills of Visenya and the enormous sept of Baelor above her. Completely covered by the orange sunset just like it was all those years ago when Aemond said he loved her for the first time in that same meadow.

-Is-is it our meadow? - She asked, looking back with her eyes brimming with emotion, while her lips trembled as she spoke.

-No. - Aemond smiled, turning her towards a completely clean and empty meadow, only well-trimmed grass growing in that place. - It's our home… - He murmured against her neck, smiling anxiously. - Well, our future home

-It was the first thing I did when I started working at the company. - Aemond sighed, pulling her even closer to him, making Y/n melt into his touch as she looked at the property, finally recognizing little things that remained unchanged over time, like the beautiful colorful flowers that Aemond always picked for her.

-I bought this place for us, Y/n. - The oldest kissed her neck gently as he spoke. - To build our lives here, just like we always dreamed. - Aemond slowly moved away from her, leaving a soft caress on her left cheek and then looking away at the wooden box.

Y/n bit her lower lip in curiosity as she watched him trying to discover the contents of the box, until he took a paper from inside and after closing it again, unfolded it, making Y/n feel her heart almost collapse when Aemond placed the slightly crumpled paper in her hands. An old, faded drawing of orange walls, white windows, beautiful classic columns, colorful hydrangeas everywhere. The drawing of the house she had made all those years ago.

-You saved it. - She whispered, holding the paper with trembling hands, raising her wide eyes to look at him.

-Of course I did. - Aemond smiled wistfully with tears in his eyes, caressing her cheeks with his fingertips. - It's our dream, the future that I promised you.

Y/n looked around once more, finally noticing the beautiful hydrangeas growing everywhere. Mainly around the grass field where the space for the house to be built was located.

-I've only been here twice since that day. - He looked at her with a serious look. - Once on the day I bought the property and had the wall built, and the other on the day I hired a gardener to take care of everything.

Aemond couldn't help but smile as he slowly saw Y/n's amazed gaze as she looked in all directions, admiring the beautiful place that had once been so common to her eyes.

Just as they always did in the past, the two joined hands and walked side by side to a large tree and sat in the shade, surrounded by several very well-kept hydrangeas. They had barely sat down when Y/n leaned over to hug Aemond, who was leaving the wooden box on the grass. In the middle of the hug, she began to speak, her lips on the older man's chest.

-I'm sorry, Aemond. - She sniffed lightly. - I should have told you how I was feeling, I didn't want to feel this way but… I was so angry with you for this whole situation. For everything that happened, it wasn't your fault, but I felt it. - Y/n took a deep breath before continuing to speak.

-The only thing I could think about was how much I loved you and how much you had moved on without me and forgotten me in the years that passed. - The youngest couldn't lift her head and look him in the eyes, feeling so ashamed of such thoughts now that she knew better.

-I would never do that. - Aemond lifted Y/n's chin, looking very serious. - I swear I tried to convince them to bring you home, I swear Y/n. I offered to stay in your place, to go study in the north… I… I would do anything to have you back.

-Helaena told me what happened after I left. - She looked at him from under her eyelashes with an extremely low tone of voice.

-How much did she tell you? - A resigned sigh left Aemond's lips.

-Not much. - Y/n shrugged, still looking at him in that same way.

-My mother offered me a deal after you left. - Aemond began in a low voice, determined not to hide anything from her anymore. - If I had a weekly conversation with the septon, she might reconsider your departure.

-Conversation with the septon? - Y/n raised an eyebrow at her cousin in disbelief.

-It was more like a weekly purification ritual. - He smiled melancholy without being able to look her in the eyes, the mere mention of those moments making him feel disgusted.

- I didn't want you to know about that. - Aemond murmured, still with his head down. - I didn't want you to think that for a moment I wanted to purify myself of something we did, I didn't want you to feel sad for me when you've already been through so much worse.

With tears in her eyes, Y/n slowly pulled him towards her, making Aemond lean towards her at the same time, eager for the gentle touch he missed so much. The youngest hugged him tightly, tangling her hands in his silver hair, almost losing her breath when she felt Aemond return the hug with the same intensity.

-It's okay Aem. - She whispered to him gently as she carefully stroked his hair. -I'm here with you.

-Let's not hide things from each other anymore. - He murmured, stroking her hair gently. - Let's always be honest about our feelings.

Y/n felt a pang in her chest when she heard that, an overwhelming feeling of fear climbing up her spine and completely freezing her back. For a moment she held her breath, biting her tongue and cheeks lightly, feeling unable to say what she had to say with such a strong wave of fear overwhelming her. And then her mother's voice seemed to whisper again in her ear.

"Royces don't run like cowards!"

-Courage - Y/n whispered softly to herself almost in a sigh as she clenched her fists tightly, making Aemond frown.

-Are you okay? -He asked against her hair, gently inhaling the scent of shampoo in the process as he gently stroked her arms.

-I need… I need to tell you something. - Y/n began with a trembling voice, feeling smaller every moment as she shrank more and more against her cousin. -Please Aem… don't… -She held her breath momentarily before speaking, her eyes suddenly looking opaque. - Don't look at me differently after that.

-What? - He hugged her protectively while displaying a confused expression, practically sighing the words against her hair. - Not in a million years would I look at you any differently than I am looking at you now.

The youngest shuddered when she heard those vows, breathing deeply through trembling lips as she tried to utter the words that hurt her so much, like a thorn in her chest that had never been removed. Slowly all the feelings from that night five years ago returned to her. The anguish, the fear, the pain… she could almost hear her own screams amid the septa's furious words as she dragged her to the infirmary. And after all that, the purest terror and despair she had ever felt in her life when she found out what was happening.

-I was pregnant when they took me away. - Y/n finally whispered against Aemond's chest as tears ran down her face.

The older man's expression slowly fell as the words hit him. At that moment, it was as if Aemond felt his own heart freezing in his chest, along with a sick feeling in his stomach that made him feel like he was going to vomit.

-Pregnant? - He whispered, his lips suddenly starting to tremble.

-A month that night, probably. - She sobbed harder, clinging tighter and tighter to Aemond, who held her tighter and tighter against his chest, staring blankly as he felt his vision gradually blur. - It must have happened before your trip to the Vale.

The moment Y/n said that, a bitter taste filled Aemond's mouth, the clear memory of the night in Driftmark where the two of them had snuck into the room, but before anything else, the younger woman took the antibiotic for the throat infection.

He should have been more attentive, he should have paid attention to that small detail, but as always, Y/n's mere presence drove him crazy to the point of forgetting even his own name, let alone things that at the time seemed so insignificant compared to the joy he found next to her soft body.

And now Y/n was there, with her head buried in his chest, sobbing in pain. Aemond didn't need to ask her what had happened to know, but he needed to hear, he needed to hear it from her lips so that his troubled mind could believe.

-Wh-what happened? - He asked after a few moments gathering courage, uttering the words with tears in his eyes, his voice trembling and stuttering as he hugged Y/n.

-It was my fault. - She cried even more as she bit her lips to try to contain her sobs of pain and pressed her eyes shut. - I didn't know… I didn't know I was pregnant. - She looked into his eyes and Aemond felt his own heart break into pieces with the pain he saw in her.

-I stopped eating as soon as I arrived in Oldtown. - She sniffed, trying to breathe through her tears, barely able to speak without sobbing. - I didn't leave the room, I barely drank any water.

-The doctor said my body was too weak to… to… keep the baby. - She collapsed into his arms at that moment amidst her sobs, feeling as if the dam of repressed pain that she had been filling for years had irreparably broken, and Aemond held her even though he wanted to fall too upon hearing all that, each word a knife to his heart.

-She said it was a miscarriage. - Y/n finally murmured the words minutes later, her gaze lost as the sun lowered on the horizon more and more. Tears ran freely down her face, her red and swollen eyes slightly out of focus, as if she were suddenly reliving that horrible moment.

-It was almost eight weeks when it happened. - Y/n sobbed, pressing her eyes shut as if that would ease the traumatic memories. -It hurt so much and I cried so much, but not because of the pain, but because I was losing him.

Aemond felt his throat close up as he heard that, the memory of the dream he had had on the night of the storm coming back to him vividly. The crying from Y/n, the screams of despair as she called out to him, the pain he saw in her blood red eyes. She was losing him that night, losing their child. Tears inevitably ran down Aemond's cheeks at that moment, as he tried to process all of that.

-The septas kept repeating how horrible I was in the eyes of the gods for being pregnant before I was married. - Y/n laughed sadly as more tears rolled down and she looked away from Aemond again, unable to bear to see him cry. - And all I could think about was how things should have been, how our baby should be born and how you should at least know about him.

Aemond had never felt so small and powerless in his life, not even when Y/n had to leave, deep in his heart and soul he knew he would have her back one day. But this was different, it was irreversible. This pain was irreversible, he could never fix what happened, he could never meet his lost child, he could never take away from Y/n the tragedy she had been through.

-Remember what I told you in Lys that they had forbidden me from going on excursions to the city? - Y/n muttered very quietly, looking at her hands and feeling her head hurt a little. - A few months later, when I was allowed to go on my first excursion, I ran away and tried to call you. - She sniffed, lifting her head briefly to look at him. - That was why. To tell you what… what had happened.

-But one of the girls saw and told the septa. - She spoke in a bitter voice, squeezing her own arm tighter. - They never let me leave after that.

-Bastards… - Aemond growled angrily, his eyes burning with fury and tears as he pulled Y/n to him again and pressed his body to hers even harder than before, feeling the coppery taste on his lips. The memory was still fresh of the Septa telling Helaena that Y/n was fine and being very well taken care of. - Damn bastards.

-I swore I would tell you as soon as I found you. - The youngest moved away from him a little to look at him, her eyes still full of tears making Aemond's pain and anger for everything that happened triple.

-But when I saw you again… I couldn't tell you. - She covered her face as if she felt ashamed. - Cause it was all my fault! - Y/n practically squeaked against her hands. - What a shit mother I am, I couldn't even keep our child and… and… - She sobbed, feeling her heart compressing in her chest.

-Don't ever say that again. - Aemond held her face firmly between his hands, looking at her very seriously, while a tear ran down his cheek. - None of this was your fault. Nothing.

-Look me in the eyes, love. - He asked in a sad voice and Y/n obeyed a little shakily, breathing deeply and trying to regain control over her own emotions while feeling Aemond's gaze upon her. Her skin crawled as she looked straight into his eyes and saw all the pain that she so wanted to avoid was printed there, but along with that pain she could clearly see the purest love that had always shone every time Aemond looked at her. - I'm sorry for not being with you at this horrible time, I really am. We were supposed to be together. But you need to know you didn't do anything wrong.

Y/n felt more tears running down her face as she looked at the older man, absorbing every word he said.

-You would never intentionally hurt our child. - He caressed her cheek with his thumb, his voice full of a mixture of pain and conviction, Y/n laid her face against his palm feeling her own breathing calm down.

-It still hurts, Aem. - She confessed with a choked voice full of emotion. - I buried all of this inside me for years, so it wouldn't hurt so much and I could handle it. - She gasped. - But it still hurts…

The two of them hugged for what seemed like hours, watching the sun descend closer and closer to the horizon, while its golden light illuminated them softly.

-I-I had to take an elective class at college. - Aemond spoke with a slow and shaky voice, randomly after a few minutes. - I was so tired of everything that I missed the deadlines and ended up taking biology…

Y/n frowned in confusion upon hearing that, subtly tilting her head to the side, trying to understand the older man.

-In one of the classes we learned about something… fetal microchimerism. - He looked at her very seriously, wrapping his hands between hers and gently frowning. - It's something that happens during pregnancy, with the mother's and baby's cells.

-The two share each other's cells, and even with the abortion, in a way… - Aemond gave Y/n a small, melancholic smile, slowly leaning his forehead against hers. - The child remains with the mother forever.

Y/n's heart little by little began to flutter in her chest with each word Aemond said. And when he finally finished, she could barely breathe with the idea that a part, even a small one, of her long-lost baby, lived with her. An innocent and sincere smile appeared on the girl's lips and for a few moments she just stood there processing that information.

-I don't want to forget him, Aem. - She finally sighed with her eyes closed. - Never.

Hearing Y/n say that, Aemond got up from the lawn, carefully letting go of his cousin and leaving a kiss against her hair in the process. With just one look she understood that she should wait there, so she just watched him walk through the trees, returning moments later carrying some stones in his arms, making the youngest look at him confused.

-We need to say goodbye to him appropriately. - Aemond whispered, crouching down in front of her with a sad look. - Even if he didn't really come into this world. - He smiled melancholically at her who sniffed, staring at the rounded stones in his arms.

There was no body for the two to burn, as was common in the Targaryen family over the centuries, but just like the Royce tradition they could make a tomb of stones. Even if symbolic. Even if just to remember.

With a sigh Y/n got up from the ground, taking some of the stones from Aemond's arms, dividing the heavy load between the two. Side by side they walked to a small clump of colorful flowers at a slow pace, breathing deeply the sweet scent of the meadow as they looked at each other.

-This looks like a good place. - Aemond's voice sounded solemn amidst the cheerful humming of the birds around, making Y/n nod positively with her head looking at the beautiful flowers.

With an almost reverent care the two distributed the stones together, placing them one by one until they organized a firm pile that stood out among the flowers. With each stone placed Y/n felt lighter, as if those stones had all been piled on top of her for the last five years and now they were finally being removed.

Slowly a smile appeared on Y/n's lips as she placed the last stone in place, looking at the small monument with affection and letting a tear fall, she brought her right hand to her lips, kissing the tips of her fingers and then placing it on the stones, while she felt Aemond hug her with tenderness and affection.

The older man's heart ached with each movement, watching each of his cousin's reactions carefully, and even in the midst of the pain of saying goodbye to a being he had never met, a sweet relief warmed his soul when he saw the peaceful expression on Y/n's face at the end of her simple tribute.

-I always kept asking myself, what if this happened because I shouldn't be a mother? - Y/n whispered one of her greatest fears out loud for the first time as she looked at the stones and felt the cool wind slowly dry the salty tears on her face. - What if this was a warning from the gods to me?

-You will be the best mother this world has ever seen. - Aemond turned and smiled melancholy at her, carefully bringing his right hand to the younger girl's face, who sniffed in return, smiling slightly.

-You will have a peaceful pregnancy, with me by your side taking care of you, as it should be. - He gently wiped her face, which was still damp with tears, with the tips of his thumbs, with each word Aemond said, Y/n's heart warmed.

-I'm sorry for not protecting you back then, for not protecting you both. - He murmured in a pained voice, staring into her eyes while holding her face between his palms.

-But things are different now, darling. - He gently brushed his nose against hers. - I promise you they are, and that I will never let anyone hurt you again. - Aemond pressed his eyes tightly as he spoke, his jaw clenched as if the mere idea of Y/n getting hurt again caused him pain. - That I will take care of you, protect you and give you the life I promised you. The life we both dreamed of.

With the last words he left a slow and chaste kiss on her lips. Holding the youngest's locks of hair firmly between his fingers, sealing that promise in the best way he could, making Y/n almost float out of her own body, only being pulled back to reality when their lips parted.

The increasingly golden rays of the sunset made the beautiful meadow practically shine under Y/n and Aemond's eyes. The flowers seemed even more beautiful through that light, and with a last breath before they walked away, the youngest leaned over and picked a beautiful blue Hydrangea, placing that flower on the small tribute made to her lost child.

Maybe Y/n would never get over that pain, maybe she would live with it forever, but for some reason the crushing guilt of having failed seemed to lift from her shoulders, slowly dissipating like the clouds in the orange sky of Kings Landing. With a final sigh she turned around, finding Aemond's outstretched hand in front of her, and smiling peacefully, she took his hand, following him back to the large tree where they had sat in the shade earlier.

As they walked, the sound of the birds seemed to get louder, as did the sweet scent of the flowers and grass, which seemed to become more and more pronounced. The cool breeze of the wind caressed both of their skins, and Y/n couldn't help but smile at the sight of Aemond's beautiful silver hair flying against the wind.

When the two finally sat down again under the tree, Y/n's eyes strayed to the wooden box that Aemond had brought with him, suddenly curious again.

-I… - Aemond murmured hesitantly. - I kept a lot of our things. - He caressed the lid of the box with his fingertips as he spoke. - I clung to every little thing that reminded me of you to keep me alive.

-I know you kept it. - Y/n murmured back, feeling her cheeks heating up instantly, lowering her gaze. - I opened the trunk when I was at your apartment yesterday.

-Were you the one who opened the trunk? - For a moment, relief threatened to bloom in Aemond's chest at the idea that it hadn't been his mother, and that all the memories he had kept so carefully for years hadn't been tainted by his mother.

-Yeah. - Y/n smiled shyly, still embarrassed for having gone through Aemond's things without permission, even though many of those things were hers too. But little by little the smile faltered on her lips as she remembered what had happened between her and Alicent the previous afternoon. The contempt in the woman's eyes as she spoke each cruel word to her.

-Y/n? - Aemond's voice called her carefully while stroking her hand. - What happened in my apartment yesterday?

She looked at him confused from under her eyelashes when she heard the question, feeling the older man's warm touch soothing her.

-I know my mother was there. - He concluded with a much more serious look, clenching his jaw as he spoke, fearing what could have happened to have shaken the youngest in the way he had seen. - What did she say to you?

-She was… unnecessarily cruel. - Y/n muttered with a hesitant voice, but with her eyes filled with a subtle glint of fury. - Basically, she blamed me for everything wrong that had ever happened in your life so far.

Aemond's chest burned with anger when he heard that and he squeezed Y/n's hands more firmly between his.

-Listen to me now. - He growled with a firm gaze, his eyes slightly wide and his nostrils subtly flared. - I don't regret any decision I've ever made involving being by your side. The consequences of my mistakes are mine, not yours or anyone else's, Y/n. You understand? - Aemond asked seriously and she nodded slowly without looking away.

-Good. - He murmured, nodding subtly, but still with the thought of his mother blaming Y/n tormenting him, especially after the pain of betrayal that burned in his stomach for what she had caused. For what she had made them lose.

-I can already see her mentioning that stupid incident with the dog… - Aemond muttered angrily. - We were children, Balerion bit me, it could have been any of us. - He grumbled, rolling his eyes. - Even Aegon, Helaena or Daeron.

-But it was you. - Y/n arched her eyebrows, carefully stroking the place where she knew the scar was under Aemond's clothes, the guilt for what had happened not yet having completely left her.

-Yes, that was me! - He stared at Y/n, shoving his hands through her hair as he spoke. - Because I love you and I would rather die than see you hurting yourself if I could avoid it.

-You know your mother won't accept this, don't you? - Y/n stared back at him, concern written all over her face.

-I don't give a damn about what my mother, my grandfather or any of those vultures in the press think. - He growled, pressing his forehead against Y/n's. - No matter what they say, we were both meant to be, meant to be together. And I will never give up on us.

The youngest's heart fluttered incomparably when she heard that, beating so hard she thought it would come out of her mouth. Overcome by the euphoria that only Aemond could cause her, Y/n closed the distance between them, kissing the older man on the lips with praise, tangling her hands in his silky silver hair just as he tangled his own hands in hers.

-I have something to give you back. - Aemond sighed against her lips as they broke the kiss, still with his eyes closed. Without waiting for Y/n's response, he reached into his pants pocket, taking out the sapphire pendant necklace that he had carried with an amulet for the past few days, watching the younger woman's eyes shine with joy as they landed on the beautiful silver jewel.

Without saying a word, Y/n slowly turned around and lifted her hair, exposing her neck. For a moment she caught her breath as she felt Aemond's warm touch mixed with the familiar cold of the metal against her neck. The weight of the necklace fit her perfectly, not feeling heavy like the diamond necklace she had worn to the charity ball, but rather ideal, like a part of herself.

-Thank you, Aem. - She sighed with a smile, leaving a peck on his lips, holding the beautiful blue pendant between her fingers and looking at it right away.

Aemond smiled sideways, feeling his chest burn when he saw her again with the necklace around her neck.

-It worked, you know? - She rolled her eyes, still looking at the pendant with affection. - I always thought of you when I looked at the necklace. It brought me hope on bad days, made me believe that one day… things would be okay.

-I have one more thing to give you. - He murmured, leaning over and leaving a kiss on her shoulder.

Under Y/n's curious gaze, Aemond picked up the wooden box on the grass, carefully opening it and taking out a small black velvet box. The youngest immediately felt her heart palpitate in her chest, and her stomach freeze at the same moment, bringing her right hand to her mouth, biting the soft skin of her index finger gently while looking at Aemond with her wide, shining eyes.

-I bought this some time ago. - He murmured, leaving the wooden box against the grass once more and looking in Y/n's direction with a small smile on his lips. - More precisely, a year after you left, I thought about going to Old Town and taking you away from that place, but there was no way I could do that.

Aemond held the velvet box tightly between his fingers and Y/n could barely breathe as she stared at him at that moment. All sound around them seemed to have disappeared, not even the wind seemed to make a sound against the leaves. It was just the two of them under the almost setting light of the sun on the horizon.

-So I waited. - Aemond continued with a firm and low voice, caressing the velvet of the box between his hands. -I waited for your return during each of the days we spent apart, I would wait for you for another five years, or a lifetime if necessary, as long as you are mine forever. - He stared at her with a raw and sincere look at each word spoken.

-I can see that the more time passed, the more I lost control over everything, over myself and over my life. - He sighed resignedly, swallowing dryly for a moment and closing his eyes.

-But Y/n, you are my destiny! The only one I want today, tomorrow and always is you. Only you! - He practically growled as he knelt before her who was still sitting staring at him with teary eyes.

-If the stars don't align of their own accord, then I will align them all myself. - He growled, holding her hands between his and squeezing them. - But I will never… never again, let them separate us again. That's a promise!

-Then please say you'll be mine forever. - He opened the velvet box and a hot tear of pure joy and emotion ran down Y/n's cheek as she smiled uncontrollably at the sight of the beautiful silver ring with designs that resembled two intertwining vines and a beautiful sapphire stone adorning it in the center.

Not even when Aegon convinced her to ride the roller coaster at Casterly Rock, Y/n felt so many butterflies flying in her stomach at that moment. Never in her life could she remember her heart beating so fast. Nothing she had ever felt before compared to the feeling of seeing Aemond on his knees with that velvet box in his hands, staring at her with that passionate look in his eyes.

Feeling his heart burn with emotion at the sight of the youngest's eyes shining with expectation, Aemond finally uttered the words he had waited his whole life to say.

-Marry me, Y/n. - His voice sounded firm even in the midst of the raw nervousness he felt, and his eyes couldn't move away from Y/n's, who looked at him with a glow of happiness so deep that it almost eclipsed the sun itself.

The moment the older man closed his mouth after pronouncing the proposal, Y/n had already jumped on him and knocked him onto the grass, kissing him passionately as she tried to nod her head positively, barely managing to stop smiling amidst the kisses.

Aemond's silver hair spread across the grass like a halo. While Y/n's joyful laughter invaded the clearing, seeming to echo along with the wind, replacing the sad sobs from earlier.

-Yes. - She exclaimed with that innocent joy that Aemond loved so much in her, her beautiful skin seeming to shine under the last rays of golden sunlight. - I will marry you! - She smiled, sitting on his belly with both hands resting on her chest to keep herself steady.

-That's all I want most in my life, Aemond! - She laughed emotionally, leaning forward and brushing her lips against his as she said this.

With relief almost overflowing from his eyes, Aemond held her by the waist and sat down on the grass with Y/n still on top of him. His eyes glistened with tears as he took the ring out of the box and placed it on Y/n's trembling ring finger, whose eyes burned with anticipation as she bit her lower lip, looking at her own finger, feeling herself shiver at the soft touch of Aemond's lips on the ring as he looked at her from under his eyelashes with affection.

In pure devotion, Y/n plunged her fingers into Aemond's hair, almost pulling him by the ears in a new passionate and happy kiss. Hardly able to believe that this was real, hardly able to believe what was in front of her. Leaving her forehead pressed against his as she breathed deeply, closing her eyes and trying to convince herself that it was really real.

-Did you like the ring? - Aemond smiled against her lips, leaving a kiss as sweet and soft as possible in the process.

-More than anything. - She smiled back, opening her eyes again and looking at him as she reached out her hand to admire the beautiful ring with affection. - It's perfect in every detail.

-That's good, because I chose the stone to match something very special. - He murmured, tilting his head and leaving a kiss on the necklace that rested again in its rightful place on Y/n's neck.

-You really did well on that one, sir. - She sighed at the sweet sensation of Aemond's lips against her neck, the smile not leaving her lips as he gently caressed her hair. - Because this is the most beautiful ring I've ever seen in my life and it will match practically everything.

-That's because it was made with you in mind, my lady. - Aemond smiled against her neck, leaving another gentle kiss there, making Y/n squirm in his arms. - I chose the stone. - He left a chaste kiss on her ear. - And the model personally. - He kissed her temple, gently nuzzling his nose into her hair. - Everything thinking about you.

-I love you Aemond. - She whispered, leaving a kiss against his jaw. - I love you so much.

-I love you too, my dear. - He murmured against her hair, smiling slightly amid the hug.

-Will you never let me go again? - Y/n frowned, almost gasping the words.

-Never. - Aemond promised in a whisper, holding her even tighter against himself. - Never again.

Visenya Hills already had its bright lights from the sept of Baelor lit, illuminating everything in a long distance. The birds had already stopped their singing, and the only sound present there was that of the owls, the wind and the occasional car passing by on the road.

Darkness had already taken over the meadow, and the only thing that illuminated them was the moonlight, but Y/n would not fear, she would not fear anything as long as Aemond kept his arms around her, protecting her from everything and guaranteeing her his most precious possession, his love.

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A/n²: I wrote and rewrote the final scene about a thousand times, it took me about two weeks alone. I hope it was up to par, and the music also helped a lot in the creation. If you want to listen to Die for You by Starset, I highly recommend it because it's a new perspective from Aemond's perspective on everything.❤️‍🩹

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Book Club - Pt4

modern!aemond x fem!reader

Previous Parts

Summary: Your relationship continues to grow and so do your feelings for one another. You spend more time together and make it clear that you both care for each other deeply.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, wine, fingering, p in v, unprotected, emo bc i’m emo

Authors Note: nah fr this man has to spend time and $$ keeping his hair looking the way it does and I’m actually jealous

Word Count: 3.9k

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I slowly slip out of the bed, making sure Aemond stays asleep. I make my way to the kitchen and begin pulling out things to make pancakes. I pull the recipe up on my phone and silently pull things out of the pantry and begin to mix the ingredients. I pour the batter into the pan and sit there waiting for anything to happen.

“Of course.” I mutter turning the stove top on. As the batter begins to bubble I flip it and groan that the side is burnt. I let that one finish and try again on the next one and the first side comes out perfect and I groan as the other one side comes out burnt. “Gods..” I sigh ready to try again.

“Turn the heat down.” Aemond hums from behind me and I turn and look up at him with a frown.

“I wanted to do this for you.” I sigh and he pulls me against him.

“Can I help you?” he kisses the top of my head.

“I guess since I ruined it.” I mumble against his chest.

“You didn’t.” he holds me tighter. “Show me the recipe.” I groan as I pull back to hand him my phone. “It’s not your fault they could’ve added better steps.” he tsks setting my phone back on the counter.

“So I couldn’t even pick a good recipe?” I furrow my brows.

“No no,” he cups my cheeks shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.” he pulls me against him. “Come on, let’s make them together.” he smiles down at me and pulls me back over to the stove.

“What do I do?” I frown looking at the pan.

“Turn the heat down a little bit.” his voice soft. I turn the knob and scold myself for not learning basic cooking skills.

“Now?” I look up to him.

“Pour some in the center.” I make my circle and set the spoon back into the batter. His arms wrap around me and I lean back into him while we wait. “When it bubbles like that, flip it.” he hums and I use the spatula and look up to him with a smile at the color.

“How will we know now?” I lean back into him.

“This side is quicker. You can check in a minute or two.” I check the side after a minute and breathe out relieved it still needs to cook. I give it one more peek and smile as it’s perfect.

“Aemond, look.” I turn with the plate and smile widely.

“Good job.” he smiles. I turn back around and try again. He sits on the other side of the counter after the second perfect pancake. I keep going and turn to him after a couple minutes with a full plate. “They look perfect.” he smiles at me and I feel my cheeks heat.

“I hope they taste okay.” I nibble my lip and he gets up and comes to my side and helps me plate them. He offers me syrup and we sit at the counter. “Let me try them first.” I grab his hand looking at him worriedly.

“Whatever you wish.” he smiles at me encouragingly. I take a bite and look at him with a smile. “Are they good?” he watches me nod. He takes a bite and smiles and we continue to finish our plates.

“Thank you for your help.” I pull his lips against mine.

“Of course.” he murmurs against my lips before pulling me against him again. We pull away and begin to clean up the dishes and kitchen before we start our day.

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You: Do you want to go to a midnight release for a book with me? Unless that’s past your bedtime 👀

Aem: What day? I can make an exception and stay up past my bedtime for you.

You: On Friday and aww Aem 🥹 you’re so sweet to me.

Aem: That works. You’ll be here for dinner anyway. What book is it for?

You: One of my fated mate ones that you think is just porn. 🫣

Aem: It is just porn. 🙄

You: You seemed to like it just fine when we were the ones doing it. 🤭

Aem: This is not an over text conversation.

You: 🫢🫡

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“Why don’t you host one of these at your store?” he hums from the driver's seat.

“I don’t want to work after. I want to start reading right away. Gods I’m so excited.” I’m practically bouncing in his passenger seat as he drives us to the store.

“I honestly didn’t know they still did these.” his eyebrows raise as we turn into the gradually filling parking lot.

“I’m so thankful they do. It’s so fun to be surrounded by people who are excited about the same thing as you. And we get to shop for books at night.” I play with the rings on his fingers as he parks.

“I’m sorry I didn't read the book with you.” he turns to me and scrunches his brows.

“No no.” I shake my head. “I just want you here because I like your company and you’re so pretty and I want to hold your hand and give you kisses and buy books with you.” his face gets redder the more I go on.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you treat me.” his words cause me to frown.

“The way you deserve to be treated? Adored? Cared for?” I place kisses across his knuckles.

“I don’t, I..” he shakes his head with flushed cheeks.

“Let’s go buy some books.” I place one last kiss on his palm. We get out of the car and our hands slip into one another. The bookstore is filled with people but it’s not overwhelming. We walk down the main aisle and start looking at all the different sections.

“What do you want to look at?” I hug his side looking up to him.

“Anything you want.” he kisses the top of my head.

“We’re already here for me.” I purse my lips.

“Well there is a book I wanted to look at.” he hums.

“Then lead the way.” I nod smiling.

“I don’t want you to make fun of me.” his words soft and I shake my head looking at him.

“When have I ever?” I scrunch my brows. He sighs leading me into the history section. I stay glued to his side as he looks around for the title. “I didn’t know you were such a nerd.” his head turns to me quickly.

“See?” he says exasperated, starting to pull me out of the section.

“I’m kidding,” I giggle trying to haul him back. He exhales deeply with pink cheeks. “Aemond, I knew you were a nerd, it's not some revelation I just had.” his eye widens and he successfully pulls me out of the history section. “Aemond,” I whine, pulling him back. “Let’s get your history book.” I look up to him trying to hide my smile and he flares his nostrils. He pulls me back into the empty history section and I watch him look around for it. He pulls a book from the shelf and turns to me with a content smile. “I didn’t-“

“Not another word.” he holds my chin and I blink up to him.

“I’m sorry.” I bite my lip trying to suppress my smirk.

“You aren’t.” he hums pursing his lips.

“I can think of a couple ways to make it up to you.” he lets go of my chin and tugs me to get in line to get my book. “Well tell me about your history book while we wait.” I try to pull the book out of his hands and he tightens his grip on it. He glares at me and I pull him into a hug, squeezing him tightly.

“I stayed up late for you and all I get is you teasing me.” he wraps his arms around me pulling me closer.

“You get to hold my hand and kiss me too. Seems like a fair trade?” I tilt my head with a smile. He leans down and I start to close my eyes thinking he’s going to kiss me.

“Only good girls get kisses.” he whispers into my ear and stands back up watching my cheeks flush.

“Aem,” I pout.

“Turn around, the line is moving.” I huff as we start to shuffle up to the register. After we check out we make our way back to his car and I settle into the seat and pull my book out of the bag.

“Look how pretty.” I coo showing him before he starts our drive home. I pull out his book and start to look through it and he groans. Once we get back to his place he grabs the book out of my hand and hauls me out of the car with him. After he seals us inside he turns and looks down at me.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” he raises his eyebrow.

“I still think you’re a nerd.” I smile and his eye widens.

“You are in quite the mood tonight.” he shakes his head and starts to pull me down the hall.

“You’re not going to offer me a snack or tea?” I giggle wrapping my fingers around the doorframe as he tugs me past the kitchen.

“I’ll give you something else to put in your mouth to keep you quiet.” his voice low.

“Not even taking me to the library?” I drag my feet pulling him back and he turns, pressing me against the wall.

“What is it that you want tonight because I’m ready to put you over my knees.” he boxes me in with his hands.

“I mean I was gunna read but I like your offer more.” I smirk up at him.

“Then go read.” he steps back and nods me into the library and I frown scrunching my brows.

“But I want-“

“What makes you think you’re getting what you want tonight?” he smiles watching me pout.

“Are you going to read your nerdy history book with me?” he clenches his jaw at my words. I look up at him waiting for his reaction. I step forward and he watches me intently. “No?” I tilt my head looking up at him and he grabs my wrist and tugs me into his room.

“Was it your plan to just tease me all night?” I try to hide the amusement on my face.

“No,” I shake my head, avoiding his gaze.

“If you’re going to lie, at least try to make it convincing.” he tilts my face up to his with his hand.

“I wasn’t teasing you.” I whisper and he starts to chuckle.

“Mm,” he purses his lips. “Want to try one more time?” he smirks, dipping his hand below my skirt. I look up at him with wide eyes knowing he’s- “Where are your panties?” he looks down at me with a dark eye as he slides a finger up my slit. “Do not tell me you forgot them.” his voice low.

“But I did.” my voice breaks as he circles against my bud. He pulls my skirt further up my waist before dipping his fingers into me. “Please.” I softly gasp and he starts to pull off my shirt with his other hand. He removes his fingers from my core and looks down at me. “Aemond please,” I reach out for him.

“Enough,” he says through his teeth and quickly turns me around. He pushes me onto his bed and I start to lift myself up only for his hand to keep me down. I hear him fumble with his clothes and feel the bed dip. I try to turn my head to look at him but he brings his hand from my back up to my head to keep it placed on the bed. “Be a good girl and I might let you come.” I whine at his words as he chuckles.

“Please,” I arch my ass up. He chuckles and slides his hands down my back to pull my skirt further up my waist. I feel him lean back while his fingers dig into the tender flesh of my ass. He spreads my cheeks roughly and I whine, leaning back into his hands. One of his hands comes down hard before he starts to alternate. He lands his hand on me particularly hard and I mewl leaning back into him. He trails a finger down my slit and chuckles.

“Gods, you’re so fucking wet.” he dips a finger into me and I sigh pressing my face into the pillows. “What’s got you so worked up?” he twists his finger and adds another while I whimper pushing back into him. “I asked you a question.” he presses his thumb against my bud and I groan rolling my hips. He lands his other hand on my ass and I clench around his fingers.

“You,” I pant breathlessly. “You, Aemond, please.” I whine reaching back to grab his arm. He starts to push his fingers into me quickly and I claw into his arm. “Yes, please,” my voice breaks as he swirls around my bud. He pulls his fingers out of me and I lift my head up for him to slam into me a moment later. He grabs my hand on his arm and my other one before placing them behind my back as he hammers into me. My face slides against his sheets as he hits a spot that has me seeing stars. He leans over trapping my hands between us.

“Nothing to say?” he chuckles in my ear as he grinds into me slowly. I mumble incoherently into the pillows before his hand buries in my hair turning my head to the side. Small gasps fall from my lips as he slowly pushes into me. I’m being smothered by him and my stomach coils as he continues to whisper into my ear. “I can tell you’re going to come. Ask me nicely and I’ll let you.” his lips press against my neck.

“Aemond,” my breath catches as he starts to move his hips faster. “Aemond please, can I come?” my toes curl as I tremble beneath him. “I’m- Aem, please I’ll be good, please,” pleasure slurred pleas fall from my mouth as my body sits on the edge.

“Come for me.” I fall apart at his words and he lets out soft curses as I pulse around him. “Fuck,” he pants. “Always so good for me.” he spills his pleasure inside of me and collapses on the bed next to me. He pulls me against his chest and smooths my hair back. He leans down and places his lips softly on mine and I cling onto him. He slowly takes my skirt off and my bra and then pulls me back against him. He places kisses across forehead and I hold him tighter.

“Aem,” my voice soft as I pull him down to me. He hums as I hug him closer. I press my lips against his neck and reach up to whisper in his ear. “I still think you’re a nerd.” his fingers dig into my sides. I place a couple more kisses on his neck before laying back down against his chest.

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You: I really want to braid your hair 👀

Aem: I guess I could let you do that.

You: Yay!! I really thought it would take more convincing.

Aem: I’d probably let you do anything you ask.

You: Anything? 🤔

Aem: Within reason, yes.

You: Interesting. I’ll keep that in mind.

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I thought he would be more reserved about me braiding his hair since he seems to keep it so well groomed. He didn’t have an issue showing me all his products and tools although he did seem a little shy. I reassured him that his efforts paid off and he handed me a brush and an elastic with a smile. I have him take a seat in front of the mirror and he watches my movements in the mirror as I remove his eye patch. I begin to untie the previous elastic and slowly run my fingers through his hair.

“Gods, your hair is so beautiful.” I hum watching my fingers glide through it with ease. “It’s so soft and so smooth.” I look at him in the mirror and see his cheeks flushed.

“Thank you.” his voice hushed as he leans back. I forgo the brush and continue to allow my fingers to lightly smooth out the rest of his hair.

“You’re just so ethereal.” I start to part his hair in three sections and begin at the top. He leans back into my hands as I start the plait. I take my time enjoying the silkiness of his hair.

“Your fingers feel divine.” he hums. I continue to place each strand over the last making sure to keep them neat and clean. When I glance up at him he’s already looking and I look away with a smile as I finish up his braid.

“I’d be more than happy to brush your hair everyday.” I place a soft kiss on the back of his head. I place a small elastic at the end of the braid and let it rest over his shoulder. “All done.” I get up and stand in front of him. “You look absolutely perfect.” my eyes roam all over him.

“Thank you.” he nibbles his lip and goes to put his eye patch back on.

“Let me.” I hum and he hands it to me skeptically. I feel his eye on me as I focus on placing it right. “Why do you wear it at home?” I fix a couple of his fly aways and sit back to admire him once more.

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” he starts to fiddle with his fingers.

“Why would I be uncomfortable?” I tilt my head.

“Because it’s grotesque. It’s scary. It’s-“

“Hey,” I grab his hands in mine with a furrowed brow. “Don’t talk about yourself that way.” he looks at me with a scrunched brow.

“They’re just facts.” he sighs, folding our hands together.

“They are not.” I shake my head. “You have a beautifully sculpted sapphire in its place. I personally,” I tilt his chin to look at me once more. “Think your scar is very attractive.” his eye searches mine.

“You don’t have to say that.” he shakes his head.

“I mean it.” I nod my head. “Gods, Aemond. You literally look like the fantasy princes I read about. The first time I saw you I was speechless. I was sure you knew how handsome you are. The way you carry yourself. Your demeanor. Just, you.” I grab his hands. I wipe the tear that slips from his eye.

“I shouldn’t act like this in front of you.” he scolds himself, sitting back and wiping his face.

“I want you to feel safe and comfortable around me. You can be yourself.” I nod at him and watch his eye look me over.

“It’s not very fantasy prince like of me.” he tries to form a smile but ends up frowning.

“I want you as you are.” I cup his face. “I like you as you are. I lo-“

“Don’t.” his voice breaks. “You don’t have to say that because I’m crying.” he covers my mouth. I slowly pull his hand away and offer him a reassuring smile.

“I want to say it because I mean it. Unless it’s too early or if you don’t feel the same way. Or if I’m being overbearing.” I scrunch my brows suddenly self conscious. I try to control my breathing as the silence grows between us.

“I love you.” his voice is soft and my head snaps up to his.

“I love you.” a smile spreads across my face. I scoot closer and he pulls me into his lap.

“I’m so lucky to have found you.” he hums, wrapping his arms around my waist. “You’re so beautiful and so sweet to me.” I cling against him and he starts to press his lips against my hairline. “And now you’ve told me you love me.” he sighs, tightening his arms around me.

“I do love you, Aemond.” I press my lips against his chest.

“Gods know why.” he murmurs above me.

“Because you’re smart and thoughtful. You cook me the best meals I’ve ever had and you read books with me. You listen to me ramble on for hours and then take me to your bed and worship me. How could I not love you?” I hum trying to hold him impossibly closer.

“Ever since I was a child I was convinced no one would love me.” his soft words cause my eyes to tear up. I pull back and look at him with watery eyes and pull him into the tightest hug I can. His arms wrap around me and I feel my tears slip down my cheek onto his neck. “Why are you crying?” he hums, rubbing my back.

“Cause I’m sad for baby Aemond.” my hand rests on the nape of his neck.

“It wasn’t my intention to make you feel bad for me.” he tries to pull back but I cling onto him.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” I shake my head. “I just, you deserved better, sweet boy.” his arms squeeze against me.

“It’s okay.” he pulls me back and wipes my eyes. “I’m okay.” he nods.

“Tea?” I tilt my head untangling myself from him.

“Wine?” he raises an eyebrow and I nod, pulling him up off the ground with me. He leads us into the kitchen and pulls down two wine glasses. He grabs down a bottle and retrieves his opener. He passes me a glass and walks around the counter with his own. He leads us back out to the couch and we curl up together with our wine. “They made a movie of your favorite book.” he hums, grabbing the remote.

“I know. They actually did a pretty good job.” I lean my head on his shoulder.

“Do you want to watch it? With me?” he’s hovering over the rent button and I nod my head and the open credits begin to play. Our wine glasses slowly empty and we curl up under the blanket. I rest my head against his chest and let the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep.

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“I’m sorry.” Aemond mumbles, kissing my head as I wipe my eyes. He’s carrying me to his room and he sets me on the end of the bed and starts to slip our clothes off. We crawl under the blankets and face each other just taking each other in. He takes his eye patch off and offers me a small smile and I scoot closer. He kisses my forehead and pulls me against his chest. I kiss across his chest before leaning back to look up at him.

“I love you.” I pull him down into a soft kiss.

“I love you.” he murmurs against my lips before we drift off.

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huramuna · 2 years ago

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blue dove - oneshot request.

dark aemond x best friend / modern

request: Helloo! Can I get a dark modern aemond who is in love with best friend reader and is possessive and jealous whenever reader meets a guy and aemond does everything he can to keep reader to himself only with smut plss😊😊🙏

warnings: smut (specifics under the cut), possessive aemond, gaslighting, manipulation, toxic dynamic, aemond is his own warning here. reader isn't described, she/her pronouns. work is 18+, minors do not interact or you shall be smited.

word count: 3.7k

a/n: this is my first time posting smut & also writing it in a long time-- leave a like and comment if you liked it! <;3

paparazzi - lady gaga • baby hotline - jack stauber's micropop

content: p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, pussy slapping, hair pulling, copious biting, creampie, breeding kink, belly bulge

She had a few constants in her life, things that would never change, no matter how hard she tried.

One; she would never be able to drive herself anywhere. She was befallen to being a frequenter of public transport, cycling, and whatever other benign thing she could rope herself into that didn’t involve getting behind the wheel of a car.

Two (which tied into one); she would always suffer from crippling anxiety. She didn’t know why she was this way, nor could she fix it. She tried every cure— smoking, medication, meditation, hypnosis, and other obscure treatments. She used to be a bright and sprightly child, shining with confidence and determination— she had all the makings to become something special.

She was in all of the gifted classes, read well above her grade, was an eloquent writer and an aspiring artist. Until, of course— something in her snapped. Around the age of hitting puberty, rather than blossoming into what she should’ve been, she wilted. Wilted into a shadow of what she was, who she was. Suddenly, her gifted mind turned into one that was average at best, and at her worst, stuck into remedial classes.

She hardly remembers who she was— and dreams of what could’ve been.

The third thing tied everything up into a bow; Aemond Targaryen. Her best friend since elementary school, they’d always been glued at the hip. Even now, almost two decades later. He had seen her at her best and her worst— and so had she.

They were both on the smaller side as kids, scrawny and short— this made them an easy target for bullies and the like; how it usually goes. After Aemond lost his eye, she became fiercely protective over him, even throwing out a few punches and getting beaten into the dirt if anyone said anything untoward to him.

That was when they were kids, though— when she was fierce and lively. Their roles have somewhat reversed now. Aemond grew into himself, shooting up to well above her height, while she stayed sort of small. He protected her when anyone looked at her the wrong way, even if she didn’t see it.

They were both twenty-six now, sharing a birthday just a few days apart. They were always close in everything.

It was a crisp autumn day, her oversized sweater rippling slightly in the growing breeze. Shivering, she knocked on the door of Aemond’s flat.

“Aem,” she hummed softly, “I’m here.”

A few moments later, the door opened— in all his six foot tall glory, Aemond. His hair was down and a bit messy. A plain white shirt and gray sweatpants were his lounge clothes of choice, it seemed.

He perked a brow, “Didn’t feel like using your key?” he asked, moving aside so she could walk in.

“Oh— yeah, the key,” she scratched the back of her head with a halfhearted chuckle, “I forget— and I don’t wanna just barge in…”

“You aren’t barging,” he mused with a small smirk, “I gave you a key for a reason— I trust you. Aegon doesn’t even have a key.”

She kicked off her boots, “Well, Aegon is an idiot— he would just come here to raid your fridge and steal all your… expensive liquor,” she giggled, genuinely. Unwrapping the scarf from her neck, she instantly felt herself warming back up, “I don’t get how you like that stuff anyhow— it tastes like… spicy brown piss or something.”

Aemond snorted, “It's top shelf whiskey, my dear. Not ‘spicy brown piss’ as you so lovingly put it,” his hand reached out to her bare neck, thumbing over her throat for a moment before he walked towards the balcony, sliding the door open. Lighting up a cigarette, he took a deep drag, “You just don’t have a sophisticated enough palate to get it, dove.”

She let out a mock indignant snort, moving to the couch, “I have a sophisticated enough palate when it comes to things that are actually good— like well-marbled beef or earthy mushrooms stewed with thyme and garlic. Not alcohol,” she scrunched her nose, “That shit will kill you, Aem,” her eyes flicked to his cigarette. Another one of her one-and-done vices she used to have— her and Aemond started together, as she’d heard it might help her anxiety. It didn’t help, and tasted horrible, so she quit the next week.

Aemond, however, didn’t quit. That was eight years ago. When Aemond fancied something, he never gave up; that she knew for a fact. He gave one of his signature toothy grins, blowing smoke in her direction, “Lots of things will kill me, dove. If I die from smoking, so be it.” he took another drag, a deep and performative one.

She let out a quiet ‘hmpf’ noise, grabbing her phone out of her pocket. They were used to sitting in silence with each other, leaving one another to their own devices— as long as they were in the room together, it was fine.

Aemond watched her as he finished up his cigarette. When she would look up, he would look away, as if he wasn’t just staring a hole through her. She could feel his gaze— his blind, milky blue eye boring into her, while his undamaged eye observed her like she was a specimen underneath a microscope.

Every expression, every minute movement of her face was absorbed by him. He knew her better than she knew herself— and that was fine with her. She hardly knew herself anymore, anyways.

Her jaw clenched as she looked through her phone, scrolling through messages. The quietest of sighs left her, deflating her ever so slightly.

“What is it?” Aemond asked, suddenly appearing next to her, settling down on the couch.

She blinked profusely a few times— he was so silent when he wanted to be. She locked her phone and put it aside, “Oh— that guy I’ve been talking to… we were supposed to go out tonight. Apparently something came up…” her voice trailed off as she looked down at her hands, cracking her knuckles idly; one of her nervous habits.

Aemond’s jaw clenched, his hand flexing slightly— then he relaxed, “I’m sorry, dove,” he murmured, “Maybe we can do something tonight, just the two of us? I’ll order Thai.”

She continued to crack her knuckles, “I-I dunno— I don’t want to be a burden. We don’t have to do this every time a guy cancels on me…”

It had become a longstanding tradition for takeout at Aemond’s flat when she got ghosted by a guy— which admittedly, happened a lot.

His hands were on hers in an instant, eclipsing them and prying them apart, “Stop that,” he said firmly, “You are not a burden. You never will be a burden. I won’t hear another word of that shit, got it?”

She fidgeted slightly at his harsh tone, but nodded, “… can we get Italian tonight instead of Thai?”

His tone and demeanor softened instantly at her acquiescence, “Of course, dove.” he gave her hands a quick, firm squeeze before letting go— one of his hands resting against her neck, arm wrapped around her.

They feasted and laughed all night, watching some of their favorite shows; overdramatic reality cooking competitions. They bickered back and forth about who should’ve won, who should’ve cooked what and who they think should’ve been eliminated.

At the end of the night, she was exhausted, leaning against him. She had eaten enough pasta to feed a small horse.

“Don’t think I’ll make it back to mine tonight Aem,” she mumbled, her forehead pressed against his arm, “Too bloated. Might fall asleep on the train if I try to go home— can I stay here tonight?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” he said softly, his hand caressed behind her head. He always got touchy-feely late at night like this, and she didn’t wholly mind— it made her feel special.

She usually wasn’t keen on physical touch from anyone but Aemond, no one else got it right. She had a few flings in college and they all ended sourly— all of her romantic ventures seemed to end sourly. Aemond, however, was always there— always there to pick up the pieces, to tell her that she is worth it, to make her feel like she mattered.

It was him— always him, wasn’t it?

The realization dawned on her, making her heart ping-pong in her chest. She… loved him. She did, didn’t she?

“You can sleep in my bed, if you want,” he suggested softly, unaware of her inner turmoil.

She felt like her eyes bulged out of her head at that proposition, “Uh-uh,” she managed to croak, “Don’t wanna take up your space n’ all that…”

He didn’t press the issue. “Goodnight, dove.”

She wrapped herself in a blanket, getting comfortable on the couch— as much as she could, anyhow. Eventually, from sheer exhaustion alone, she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, she didn’t know what time it was— it was still dark outside. She blinked a few times, looking around. It took her a minute to remember she was at Aemond’s.

Her eyes, blurry with sleep, landed on a figure— Aemond, illuminated in the darkness across from her. He was holding his phone— no, that was her phone.

He was looking intently at something, holding his phone in his free hand, typing something into it, obviously from her phone.

Why was Aemond on her phone? Not that she minded, of course, she had nothing to hide— but what… what would be so interesting that he was saving from her phone to his?

“Aem?” she murmured softly, “What are you doing?”

A moment of panic went over his face— she caught this immediately, as she could count all of the times on one hand she’d ever seen him make that look. That is when she knew something was wrong.

“Nothing, dove— go back to sleep.” he cooed, trying to sound as soft and soothing as possible.

But it didn’t work, her guard was up, her suspicions raised. She got up from the couch, “Aemond. What are you doing?” she asked again, a bit more firm.

“Nothing— I just needed… to get something off of your phone.” he said, still obviously hiding something.

“What would you need off of my phone?” she pressed, walking up and snatching it back from him.

On the screen— it was her dating app profile. The list of messages of all of the people she’d talked to were pulled up, including all of their personal information.

“Um… what— Aemond, why are you looking at all of their profiles?”

He stared at her for a long moment, his brow furrowed. He finally spoke after a stretch of silence, “I had to. I had to, you know. They aren’t worthy of you, none of them.” he said, his voice taking a serious note.

Shivers ran down her spine, “Aem— what the fuck are you talking about?”

“They needed to be told that you were already spoken for— that they needed to back off.” he moved a bit closer to her, his closeness suddenly oppressive.

She shook her head, still not understanding, “I-I don’t… wh—,”

He was on her then, grabbing her hands as they went to crack her knuckles, his grip on her tight, “They aren’t fucking good enough for you— no one is— no one except me, dove,” he growled low, his one seeing pupil blown wide like a predator, “You really think that every man you tried to go out with willingly ghosted you? Sweetheart, you can’t be that dumb.”

Suddenly, it all began to make sense. All of her failed attempts to date after college were failures— and it wasn’t because of her. It was because of Aemond.

She had spent years thinking that it was her fault, her inadequacies—

“Look at me,” he grunted, one of his hands going to her chin, forcing her gaze upward. Tears were streaming down her face, “I did it for you— for us— I am the only one capable of loving you,” his thumb caressed her bottom lip, parting it ever so slightly, “You think that anyone else on this planet would be able to handle you— besides me? I know you better than you know yourself. No one else would be able to handle all of your little quirks, your insecurities, your fears, your anxieties— but I will and I do.”

She sniffed, “I-if you liked me that way— why wouldn’t you just tell me?”

The pad of his thumb swiped the gathered wetness from her lip, “I’m patient— I’ve been patient— I needed you to realize,” his thumb slipped between her lips, pressing down onto the soft of her tongue, earning a small whimper from her, “That I’m the one— that you and I were made for each other, hm?”

She garbled a tiny reply, but it didn’t come through from his digit suppressing her tongue. Even through this— it felt like betrayal in some aspect to her— she couldn’t help but feel… warmth. Something akin to sickening elation. The good and bad parts of her were fighting, her emotions swirling within her.

He removed his thumb from her mouth, smearing her lips with her own saliva. He craned his neck downward, “Don’t you want me, dove?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over hers. They were exchanging breaths, sharing their oxygen between one another without actually touching yet.

She was still crying— but she nodded slowly, “Y-yes,” she murmured. After all— he was right, wasn’t he? Who else would deal with her? Who else would love her?

He lifted his hand to her neck— he always had loved to rest it there, why hadn’t she seen it before? — his fingers pressing ever so gently against her skin. He closed the almost nonexistent gap between them, their lips pressing together.

She hummed a tearful whimper as they kissed, the delightful warmth spreading throughout her body, mingling with the sting of betrayal and disgust. Eventually, his tongue invaded her mouth, lips moving together as if he wanted to fully consume her. She’d never been kissed so desperately before— it was as if he was starving.

They fell into a rhythm, his hand lowering from her neck down to her collarbone, tracing the very being of her. She didn’t know what to do with her hands— her fists were white-knuckled, clenching at his shirt as if to hold on for dear life.

His large hand palmed her breast, immediately eliciting a response from her in the form of a gasp. She felt him smile against her mouth, pulling back ever so slightly, “So responsive for me already— I knew you’d be,” he hummed, his thumb rasping over her sensitive nipple, causing it to harden immediately. It sent shivers straight to her core, where she felt a growing wetness.

He shifted them back to the couch, placing her on his lap, “I’ve been waiting for this for years,�� he growled, nipping at the soft flesh of her neck, “I’ve been in love with you since we met— all of that time. I’m a patient man,” he continued, leaving little red marks on her skin, biting gently, then kissing, “I let you have your fun in college— I let you fuck your way through a few guys, letting that first one take your virginity— should’ve been me,” Aemond bit down into her shoulder, slowly moving his way down her body. His hands lifted her shirt off easily, practically snapping the wires of her bra in tow. “Now, my dove, we are going to make up for lost time, hm?”

He tossed her bra aside, her breasts, well endowed as she was, rested heavily upon her chest. He pawed at one right away, her nipple pebbling into a stiff peak.

“Why didn’t you tell me— why,” she mewled. It’d been so long since she’d been touched this way, and never so attentively. Her skin felt like it was on fire.

“I needed you to realize it,” he explained, biting at her nipple. She let out a cry, earning a laugh from him, “I only needed a little more time. Too bad you’re a light sleeper, hm?”

Her body felt tight and hot, as if she was going to melt if she didn’t relieve some of the growing ache between her legs. She felt his hardness— pretty significantly, in fact— pressing against her pelvis. Almost out of primal need, she began rocking her hips against it, hoping for some friction.

“Needy girl,” he admonished, “But I’m a giver, aren’t I?” his hand slipped beneath the waistband of her pants, down to her damp core. “So fucking wet for me already, hm? Just needed me to tell you that I love you and you’re practically gushing in my lap.”

His fingers parted her folds, honing in on her clit almost immediately. She fidgeted, pressing her head to his neck, breathing heavily against his skin. He worked at a slow pace at first— but she didn’t need much to begin barreling towards her first peak.

Aemond’s free hand snaked into her hair, yanking her back from his neck, “Don’t hide,” he purred, “I want to see your face when you come on my fingers, dove.”

She looked a mess, her face red and tear stained, kiss swollen lips parted as she whimpered in pleasure. She wasn’t loud in bed by any means— her little whines and moans were enough.

The cord within her began unraveling, slowly, slowly, as the pleasure intensified. He was able to achieve a level of euphoria that she could never do with her own fingers, nor could any other man.

“Aem, Aem— f-fuck,” she cried, tears still streaming down her face, “S’close, p-please.”

He grunted a moan in response, as if the act of getting her off was getting him off in turn, “Come on, let go for me.”

The pleasant feeling of wetness turned into a rush of pure ecstasy as she reached her peak, whimpering unintelligible praises while struggling to keep her eyes open.

“That’s it,” he cooed encouragingly, “Fucking beautiful.”

He kept up his ministrations on her pearl well after she came, causing her to squirm, “Too much, too much,” she murmured, a fresh string of tears falling down her cheeks.

The sight of her tears made him throb a bit— it was a wonder he lasted this long without fucking her already. He stopped his assault on her clit, prodding his fingers into her mouth so she could taste herself, then he licked them clean himself.

Shifting their positions slightly, he laid her down gently on the couch on her stomach as he pulled his sweatpants down. She glanced back, zeroing in on his member— he had a sizable length and girth, his tip messy and wet from her grinding earlier. Her mouth felt dry and wet all at the same time and she swallowed harshly.

He wiggled her pants and panties down her legs, her now soaked undergarments sticking to her folds. He gave her a playful swat between the legs, causing her to jump.

“So sensitive,” he hummed, pulling up her posterior in the air. His hand smacked lightly against her bottom before gripping it, “This; is mine,” he moved his hand down between her legs, pinching her clit, “This is also mine.”

She let out a mewling moan, keening under his possessive declarations— she found herself not only blooming in pleasure between her legs at such language, but her heart wrenched and wrought against her chest in a delightful pain. She wondered if this is what it was like to be in love.

“This changes everything, you know,” he said as he positioned behind her, moving the head of his cock between her legs, gathering the wetness there and creating a sticky friction. “There isn’t going back to the way things were— you are well and truly mine now, dove.” he cooed before easing himself inside of her, hissing lowly at the tight fit.

He bottomed out in her quickly, his member prodding against her sweet spot. Aemond let her adjust to his size for a minute— while also focusing to ensure that he didn’t come immediately. After a few moments, she relaxed— so he began to move.

His pace was slow and meticulous, filling every nook and cranny of her, committing the shape of her to memory. He paid close attention to when she would clench when he hit that spongy sweet spot, her hand going to the arm of the couch to find purchase, anything so she still felt like she had control.

Her mouth was agape, strings of saliva wetting the leather couch. “A-Aem— p-please,” she simpered, asking for what— she didn’t know, she just needed more.

He took it as a spur to increase his pace, the room filled with her tiny whines, his grunts and skin slapping against skin. His arm hooked under her chest and pulled her back, switching their position to where she was pressed against his back. His legs hooked between hers and pried them open, “Keep them open, sweetheart,” Aemond bit into her neck once more, leaving a few more additions to her growing collection of marks by him, “Need more of these on you, then there won’t be a,” his stopped as he groaned, his pace quickening, “fucking doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong to– you’re mine, always been mine– fuck.” his mouth was upon her ear, muttering sweet nothings to her as his free hand pressed her flat to his chest. He thrusted upward, taking her hand and putting it over her abdomen– the bulge of him inside of her could be felt, “Mine have, mine to hold, mine to fuck– mine to breed,” his breath quickened– he was close.

The double entendre of feeling the bulge inside of her and the head of his cock bullying that sweet, spongy spot just right– pushed her over the edge for the second time. She clenched and fluttered around him, earning an animalistic growl from him as he came, ropes of his seed coating her walls.

They stayed like that for a while, his cock softening inside of her while she regained her breath, coming to terms with the situation she was in. Soon enough, he pulled out, his seed dripping out of her. The stimulation to her already battered core made her squirm.

He leaned forward, still encircling her, encompassing her in his arms. “Tell me that you love me.”

She didn’t know when she started crying again– or perhaps she’d been crying the whole time. She sniffed, acquiescing, “I love you, Aemond.”

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