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hhhhhh but what if everything was fixed and Joker was fixed and he was no longer Joker but Jack Napier instead after Bruce talked with him an actual meaningful emotional conversation (after Alfred sat him down and lectured him about his complicated bottled up feelings towards him) and made sure he gets regularly doses of therapy afterwards (with him accompanying him) and he tried another go at being a stand-up comedian and he was extremely successful and everyone laughed at his jokes and he laughed with them because he was genuinely happy and sometimes he’d end up having to pause mid-stage to wipe his eyes from tears of joy and then when everyone claps Bruce would be in the crowd somewhere and claps the loudest and they got married and shared custody of Robin together and Alfred slayed as a father in law and and wasnwjkwo
(whispers) it’s canon now.
#Adding the rings to their fingers added 20 years to my life#You should try it it’s like therapy#OH AND#this is sort of an au I thought up reaaaal late at night#Joker is cured but the chemical effects still very slightly remain#leaving his skin pale but not to the point of being canvas-white#And his hair black with a very very tiny leaning towards green#His other eye stays purple because I think it looks pretty on him#He’s no longer psycho but he’s still got his sense of humour and passion for pranks (not ones that kill you)#Bruce Wayne#Joker#Jack Napier#Bruce x Jack#Bruce x Joker#Batjokes#art#my art#headcanons (??)#Somewhat yeah!#Batjokes headcanons#Batjokes fanart#dc#superheroes#batman
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Mini Verstappen Series Masterlist
Paring: Single Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader
At the end of 2020, Max Verstappen gets the surprise of his life when he finds out that his ex-girlfriend had given birth to a son, his son. A year and a half later Max's longtime girlfriend of 8 months finds out about his son Nico.
This is an ongoing series. I'm always adding to it. The masterlist changes often.
I do take requests for this. If there is anything that you want to see happen in this series just message me in my ask box. All of my normal request rules apply.
Reader Face Claim: Hande Erçel
Total Published Word Count: 63,823 Words
Disclaimer: This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction, so enjoy it as such.
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0.0. Prologue - [December 2020]
Max finds out that he has a son. And it changes his world.
0.1. Be Something You'll Love and Understand [December 2020] Outtakes
He knew that he should have called his mom yesterday but he was still wrapping his head around the idea of being a father.
0.5. The Moment You Smiled At Me - [November 2021]
The evening that started it all for Max and Reader.
1. Mini Verstappen - [July 2022]
You get a small surprise the first time you visit Max’s apartment.
1.5. Girlfriend? - [October 2022] Request
You meet Nico.
1.8. Caught - [June 4, 2023] 18+ Outtakes
Lando swears he knocked before walking into Max's hotel room, maybe he should have yelled before opening the door.
2. Change - [November 26, 2023 + January 2, 2024]
It’s the end of the F1 season. Some things are changing for the Verstappen's.
SMAU #1. The Secrets Out - [December 31, 2023 - January 1, 2024]
It’s the start of a new year. You and Max decide to tell the world about Nico.
3. A Lioness Protects Her Cub - [May 5 - 9, 16, 23, 2024] Request
Reporters are vultures and Max picks out a ring.
4. Day At The Karting Track - [June 15, 2024]
Nico starts karting. It opens a small can of worms.
4.5 The Engagement - [August 15 - 16, 2024]
He moved his hand over yours, moving the engagement ring that he placed on your finger, side to side.
SMAU #2. Through Max's Eyes - [March 8, July 30 - August 15, 2024]
Max’s Instagram posts about Y/N, and a small life update from the couple.
5. Something Bad, Something Good - [August 17 - 19, 2024] Request
Reader deals with the haters on Twitter, Nico calls Reader Mama. Max claps back at the haters on Instagram like the malewife that he strives to be.
5.5 Time to Move? - [August 25, September 15, 2024]
When Max had brought up moving, it was because the lease on his apartment was going to be up at the end of the year. Maybe it was time to find a new place for all of you.
6. Race Day - [October 20, 2024] Request
Nico tags along with Max during a race day in Monza, well as much as he can.
6.1 Wedding Headcanon - [February 2, 2025]
Headcanons from Max and the Reader's wedding. Social Media posts from their honeymoon.
6.5. Give and Take (Kind of Love We Make) - [February 28, 2025] 18+ Request (The Morning After)
Max had a plan in his head for the evening. He had mapped out the track before, and intended to keep to his strategy until they got home.
6.7. To Constantly Be Away - [March 9 & 10, 2025]
Second race of the season and Max is already having a tough time with the car. Missing his family only makes it worse.
7. From Three to Four - [April 4, 2025]
Reader tells Max that your expecting, he doesn't have the best reaction at first.
8. Stones To Throw At My Creator - [July 2025]
He wasn't his father. He would never raise Nico like that.
SMAU #3. The Verstappens - [January 8, February 2, May 26, December 3, 2025]
Big things happen to Max and the reader in 2025. Moving, getting married, and a little surprise that neither of them were expecting.
8.7 Give Me Eyes To See - [December 7, 2025]
Nikita's first few days at home. Flashbacks to moments from the reader's pregnancy.
8.8 Nikita's First Christmas - [December 24-25, 2025]
Nico's first Christmas with his baby brother.
8.9 Ghost of Bittersweet Memories - [January 25, 2026]
A few of the drivers visit you and Max for the day, and you end up talking with Charles about a woman that he meets at an FIA event. (This is the conversation I referenced in Part 2 of Bittersweet.)
9. Glass Houses - [February 17, 22, 23, 2026]
When Raymond had called you about going and getting lunch, you should have known that something was going on.
9.5. All That I Can Give - [May 10, 2026]
Another Mother's Day and one of Nikita's firsts.
9.7. On Sleepless Roads, The Sleepless Go - [December 2-3, 2026]
It's the early hours of Nikita's first birthday, and you can't help but look back at the day you brought your son into the world.
SMAU #4. A Year in Moments - [February 10, May 28, August 2 & 27, October 22 & 31, 2026]
10. Redline - [May 25, 2027]
"I'm sorry, mijn leeuwin. I know you were excited to announce it to everyone."
10.5. Mommy and Me - [May 31 - June 6, 2027] Request
Late one evening after dinner Y/N brought up the idea to Max for her to take Nico out for the day.
11. X3 - [July 8-9, 2027]
“Hallo, kleine welp,” Max said.
11.5. She's Not Acid Nor Alkaline - [December 2027]
Max and Reader have a night away from the kids in Santorini for the 2027 FIA Prize Giving Gala.
SMAU #5. Welcoming Another Verstappen - [2027]
12. Hey, Little Sister - [March 27 - November 20, 2028]
SMAU #6. - [2028]
13. The End of An Era - [November 2030]
The days leading up to Max retiring from Formula 1. The Article announcing his retirement. And the last race of his F1 career.
14. Right On Track - [2036]
Checking in with the Verstsppens in 2036.
15. Letters From The Past - [November 17, 2038]
Max and Reader sit down to read the letters that Amelia (Nico's birth mom) wrote.
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10 things I hate about you series.
Part two
You and Logan locate the rumored dangerous mutant at a night club. And everything goes to hell when he finally sees your powers.
Read part one here.
Warnings! Violence! Blood! Mild angst! No smut yet! Age gap! Reader is late 20s and Logan is late 40s. Slow burn and enemies (?) to lovers. Barely proofread.
“Don’t fucking embarrass me. This is meant to be quick and efficient. In and out.” Logan grunted as you both stepped into the club. Your fingers clutched the inside of his elbow, his dark brown leather jacket crinkling from the pressure as you both walked.
The neon lights, smell of smoke and loud music thumped as you winced from the crowd. Logan bared his teeth at someone who stepped too close and you reached up and smacked him upside the head.
“Stop snarling at people. We’re trying to blend in.” You hissed at him before forcing a charming smile at the server who guided you both to a nearby booth.
“It’s not my fault people don’t know how fucking walk.” He rolled his eyes and plopped down. You sat close with him and he raised an eyebrow.
“Can I get you two started on water along with your drinks?” The waitress asked and you opened your mouth but Logan cut you off.
“Whiskey and apple juice for her.” You stomp his foot with your heeled shoe and clear your throat.
“I’ll have a Long Island iced tea. Thank you.” She walks away and Logan scoffs.
“Figures. You like those pussy little mixed drinks.” You pinch his forearm and he growls, jerking his arm away.
“Stop being a brat!”
“Then stop being an asshole! We’re supposed to be madly in love and married for thirty five years with four sweet beautiful hairy children.”
“In your wildest dreams, girl.” He dug into his pocket to look for a cigar and apparently gave up after a few seconds.
“So, is anyone setting off alarm bells?” You asked him and folded your arms. Your curve hugging red dress was above the knee and you had black heels on. Jewelry gifted by your grandmother years ago hung above your heart and dangled around your wrist.
“Everyone sets off my alarm bells. I don’t trust anyone.”
“Me either. And we don’t even know if this mutant can shape-shift.” You added with a huff. You tilt your head in curiosity when you notice a man lingering in the corner. He seemed…off.
“Yeah, I’ve been eyeing him the whole time.” Logan seemed to read your mind without looking in his direction and you glanced at him. You blink mascara lashes at him. “Then why are we sitting here?”
“Because I don’t want to give away anything yet. You’re free to go sit in the car.” Logan sighed and leaned back against the booth. The waitress came and set both drinks down.
“Thank you,” You both told her as she walked away. You took a sip of your drink as Logan chugged his whiskey in one gulp.
“You ever been on one of these before?” He grunted and you toy with the rings on your fingers.
“Once. With Bobby.” Your hackles raise when he grumbles.
“Mmm yeah. With your little boyfriend. Figures.” You grip your glass harder.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Logan gives you a smirk. Facial hair smoothed over and he adjusts his button down shirt.
“Yeah? Fucker looks at you like a meal when you’re together.”
“And you’re paying attention to how someone looks at me, why?” You counteract and Logan stiffens.
“Forget it. Now, it makes sense why you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Why are you such a fucking dick, Logan? I’ve done nothing to you.” You gritted your teeth, the lingering crush in the background for him as he pushed your buttons.
“I don’t like inexperienced mutants going on missions. Peoples lives are at stake and I don’t want to be responsible for some kid.” He glared, green eyes burning and you leaned in close.
“First of all, I’m not a kid. Second of all, I had a whole life before I showed up at the school. And third, if Professor X didn’t believe I could do this, he wouldn’t have sent me with you.” Logan meets your venom and his nostrils flare.
“Maybe he made a mistake. You haven’t even noticed our guy over there, he’s walking this way. He’s been eye fucking you this whole time. And I don’t like the looks of him.” Instead of raking him across the coals, you plaster on a seductive look when the stranger approaches you.
His entire demeanor is dangerous. You see a long thick knife buried in his pocket. His sharp jaw was clenched and his thin mouth reminded you of a birds beak. It was a complete trap and you felt Logan brace for any sort of battle.
“How about you walk me to the stage?” Logan jerks his head at you with wide eyes as you decide to drink the rest of your alcohol and take the other man’s hand.
“The fuck are you doing?” He whispered and you gave him a look that expressed, ‘Trust me’
“Anything for you, Angel. Doesn’t look like he’s showing you a good time.” You accept his hand and follow him to the middle of the building where people surround the empty stage.
There was a pole but no one was using it. The DJ removed his headset as you climbed up the stairs.
“Hey, looks like we got ourselves a performer tonight! Pick a song, gorgeous! Get everyone started!”
Logan was staring at you with a horrified expression as you curtsied and waved to the people. The man stood by closely, no doubt looking for the exits but he was falling in line perfectly with your last minute plan.
You pick out the song and the intro begins to play. Porn Star Dancing begins to echo and you slowly begin to dance along after making up your own choreography. Your past of gymnastics played a role in your flexibility as you roll your hips before kicking your leg up around the pole and spin.
The party goers soon start chanting the chorus to cheer you on as you climb the pole to the top, your knees locking around the metal and you hold yourself up. You briefly catch Logan pinching his nose in the corner before you slide down and fall to the ground in the splits.
You even surprised yourself with that one considering you hadn’t done it in a decade. You grinned, smiled and waved. The stranger was clapping slowly before he cracked his neck.
“Oh shit.” You felt the impact before you heard it.
The stranger flicked his hand and flames came out in a fury. A fucking pyro. Screaming started as he blasted a tunnel of fire towards the bar and Logan charged towards him with a roar.
The fire mixing with the alcohol, people were screaming and chaos erupted as small explosions brightened the entire building. Your nose burned from the smell of smoke and blood but your focus became razor sharp. Your mind seized the bodies, your hand extending and fingers curling in a fist.
Everyone stopped and hovered. It was painful, the weight burning your muscles and your head throbbed from using so much force but you made yourself remain still.
But Logan was too strong or too adaptable due to his regeneration ability as he broke free of your hold and sunk his claws deep into the belly of the pyro.
The flames were too intense for most people to see the brutality as Logan retracted the claws. Blood soaked the shining material as the other mutants fell to the ground in a heap.
You released the grip you had on everyone, your ability to also read mind came into play as you guided a female to go dial the police.
Logan’s fierce expression locked on you as he panted and kicked the body to the side. “Get everyone the fuck out of here!” He bellowed at the bouncers who weren’t fast enough to react.
You both were silent as you walked to the car hours later. The club was burned but not beyond repair. Ambulances took the injured and removed the body of the mutant. You didn’t dare speak before Logan as you carried your heels and tried to keep up with him.
You opened the passenger door and climbed in. Logan came into the driver side, slamming it so hard you flinched and feared it would crumble.
“You are a fucking telekinetic telepath.” His voice was so low you almost didn’t hear him.
The unspoken part was that it was the same ability as Jean.
“And you didn’t tell me that plan. You just decided to act on your own. And got people hurt.”
Shame ate away at you as you kept quiet.
“You should have just gone back here and let me handle it.” Logan’s temper was flaring.
“So it’s fine for you to do things your way, alone, but I can’t? Got it.”
“You have no fucking idea what you’re doing!” He yelled but you spun around in the passenger seat.
“Yes I fucking do! He would have killed someone if he got them alone! I got him in front of everyone and then he just randomly got brave!”
“Why didn’t you just use your powers in the first place?” Logan’s volume lowered but you couldn’t answer him honestly.
You couldn’t tell him that you kept your ability from him because you knew it would only remind him of the woman he loved. You couldn’t tell him that deep down, you didn’t want to hurt him but he was right.
You fucked up.
“I’m sorry.” You answered quietly and he sniffed.
“We’re going the fuck back and you better have a hell of a better explanation than that.” He went to start the car.
And it didn’t.
Logan rested his forehead on the wheel, trembling with rage and you reached forward. You could try to fix it but he shook his head. “Don’t bother. You’re too drained. Looks like we’re walking or finding a bus or whatever the fuck is around in this god forsaken place. And hopefully your fucking ADHD doesn’t kick in tonight.” Your jaw dropped as he exited the car.
You flew out of the car and trailed after him with bare feet. “First of all, I didn’t have time to grab my medication before we left and how did you even know I had it?” Logan rolled his eyes as his quick pace led you both down the empty road.
“You don’t have to. Be quiet so I can think about finding a ride or staying somewhere. Jesus Christ, where the hell are your shoes?” He stopped short and you scoffed.
“I left my bag at the motel.”
He rubbed his face with both hands. Logan set his hands on his waist briefly before he suddenly hauled you over his shoulder. You squealed and kicked as he started walking again.
“What the hell? I don’t even need shoes!”
“Diseases are real and you have to be alive in order to explain yourself to Charles.” He drawled dryly. His hard muscle dug into your stomach.
“You cannot possibly carry me for long.”
“I have fucking super strength, girl. And besides, I’m tired of slowing down for you.”
You both soon found a bus stop as Logan effortlessly carried you. He put you down as you both settled into the seats of the empty ride. Sleepiness was overtaking you and your eyes shut slowly. What you didn’t realize was that you had started to fall asleep on Logan’s arm.
And he didn’t move you off.
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The Drunk Dial
W.C.- 3.8 k
a/n; i know that this is extremely shitty
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Alessia Russo hated you. You would go as far as to say that she despised you. You don’t know when it started, but it’s been one of the only constants in your life ever since. Your parents divorce? Meh, she couldn’t give a damn. You break your arm? Good going trying to get her to sign your cast. You get called up? Ugh tell someone who cares.
It wasn’t like you didn’t try to become friends with the blonde, it was just that she rejected your every advance. In fact that’s all you did the first year or so, until you realized it was futile of you to even try. Ever since the two of you had been living in disharmony, arguing with the other every chance you got.
That’s why you’re so confused when you hear the voicemail she left you the night before as you’re walking to training. The slurred words quickly makes the confused look disappear, a smirk replacing it rapidly as you realize the ammunition you now have.
The girls look on in confusion as you basically skip your way into the meeting room, eyes scanning for the blonde head of hair you’d gotten used to seeing daily over the last few weeks. When you inevitably don’t see her, you take a seat closer to the door than you usually would.
“Oi, Y/n you’re in my seat!” Katie whisper shouts as she takes the seat right beside you, wanting her favorite seat back.
“Tough luck Katie, come earlier next time” You tease, adding an overdramatic wink at the end of the sentence to emphasize. You’re not even mad when the older girl pushes harshly at your shoulder, in too good of a mood to have it be dampened by anyone.
The meeting finishes as quickly as it had started, Alessia not appearing until the meeting itself had concluded and people had started to file out the door. Not you though, you stayed right where you’d taken your seat 20 minutes before.
Your humorous glare didn’t even falter as you felt the harsh one coming from the girl with baby blue eyes, who’d coincidentally thrown herself into the seat opposite of you. Jonas looks at Alessia expectedly as the blonde girl slowly lowers her sunglasses, the tall man expecting an apology from the obviously hungover girl.
“I’m so sorry for being late Jonas” The gaffer looks on in slight disbelief before sighing loudly.
“It’s okay, just don’t let it happen again” He fixes her with a pointed look, quickly disappearing from the enclosed space with Alessia nodding vigorously.
“Can I get you anything Russo? Water? Smelling salts? An alibi for why you’re late?” The teasing tone in your voice is almost as prominent as the striker's headache, the headache that makes her feel like her head is splitting.
“No but you could fuck right off!” Alessia rests her forehead on the cool surface of the table in an attempt at easing her pounding headache. She runs her hands over her sloppily tied hair, the bun she’d hastily thrown her golden locks into quickly falling apart.
“Ooohh, that stings.” Your hand comes up to cover your heart, like the women in those renaissance paintings. “Not the words, but the cloud of vodka that accompanies them” Your teasing continues even after she gives you the finger.
“Fuck you!” Alessia groans out through clenched teeth. With a response as quick as light, you counter.
“Oh you wish” You’re able to see the disgusted expression on her face from miles away, but strangely you also see the slight rosiness of her cheeks.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I went out with some old UNC friends last night” Your eyebrows furrow at her explanation, she doesn’t owe you one.
“Yeah, then you thought ‘Oh, I should call Y/n at 3 am’” The smirk on your face widens exponentially as Alessia lifts her face from the table, confusion on every corner of her expression.
“Really, yeah cause the first thing I do when I’m having fun is think abou-” Her sweet accented voice is cut off by her own, only the latter is slurred and barely audible.
“Y/n Y/l/n I’m ringing you because…what was it?” Alessia’s giggle on the recording of her voice cuts off her next words, “You’re probably asleep but you’re pretty…I don’t even know” The recording is cut off with the sound of someone shouting for shots. Alessia’s face is beet red by now, expressing every horrified thought running through her pretty head.
“The drunk dial. So much subtext. So much intrigue. So much booty call implication.” You’re oh so satisfied with yourself as Alessia opens her mouth to respond, but ultimately doesn’t. The chair bounces off the floor as the blonde legs it out the door, your laughter providing a back track.
The loud clicking of cleats against the floor catches your attention, and when Gio’s head pops into the room from the doorway.
“What happened with Less?” The younger girl questions, having seen Alessia running to the locker room only moments before.
“Russo drunk dialed me! After years of hating me, she called me drunk last night and I got the voicemail to prove it.” Gio’s expression turns from neutral to worried faster than a lightswitch turns a lamp on.
“The drunk dial?! Ohhhh this can’t be good!” Now it’s your turn to be confused, the girl in front of you extremely worried.
“Hey, it’s no biggie. We tease each other all the time, she hates me” You explain apprehensively, not wanting to make the girl more worried.
“That’s the point! What can she do when you hold all the cards? It’s like when two people see each other naked in sitcoms, the balance shifts.” The girl in front of you grabs your shoulder wildly, as to implicate exactly how important it is that you understand.
“So you’re telling me I need to show Russo the lady parts?” Your smile indicates that you’re joking, and Gio shoves your shoulder telling you to go and get ready for training. Still, the talk with the younger woman sticks in your mind throughout practice, especially when Alessia can’t look you in the eyes and when she doesn’t tackle you as hard as usual.
Eventually when practice ends you all file into the cafeteria for lunch, and you end up in line right behind the blue eyed beauty. The blonde avoids your every attempt at meeting her eyes and starting a conversation, not giving you her usual snide remarks. You’re worried now, her snide remarks usually hurting you but in a good way.
“Russo, once when I was out at the pub with the team I hit on a dude who I thought was a chick.” Her sky blue eyes meet yours for the first time since that morning, tens of different emotions swirling around in them.
“Why are you telling me this?” She questions.
“Well it’s to tell you that no one acts like themself when they’re drunk, I wouldn’t think about flirting with a dude sober. Sooo…” You answer her confidently, that confidence disappearing when she gives you a dirty look.
“Fuck off Y/l/n” Her voice is more venomous than a black mamba, and you have to hide the slightly shocked expression from your teammates who all look on in confusion at the interaction.
After getting your food, you make your way to where Gio is sitting in a conversation with Kathrine. The chair thuds as you drop down into it and you effectively pull Gio’s attention away from her best friend, the girl looking at you with a knowing smile.
“You were right, it’s all awkward now and she won’t even insult me.” You throw your hands up into the air as Kathrine looks on in confusion.
“Wait, let’s hear that first part again” Gio demands with a satisfied smile. You sigh, knowing that this was the only way for you to get her to help you.
“You were right.”
“And just one more time for good measure” You fix the brunette with a slight glare before once again telling her that she was right. “Oh it’s like music to my ears, now the only way to get everything back to normal is for you to even the score.” Gio tells you, Kathrine giving up on trying to understand what you were talking about.
“I have to show Russo my bits?” This time, unlike the other, you’re completely serious. Gio slaps her hand on her forehead at you as she tries to explain what she means to you.
“No, you have to drunk dial her! Have you ever acted drunk before?” The girl questions curiously, looking at you expectantly.
“No I’m not drunk, seriously I’m not drunk.” You slur your words painfully, swaying slightly in your seat to give it a realer look. Gio winces at the horrid performance, knowing that she would have to get you drunk for her plan to work.
“That was horrible, I’ll go home with you after the weight session and we’ll practice, okay?” You nod in response before digging into your food.
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After another rather awkward training session with the blue eyed girl, you find yourself in your apartment with your young companion who’s trying to coach you on how to act drunker than you are.
As Gio pours you another shot of the clear alcoholic beverage, you can’t help but wince slightly at the burning sensation at the back of your throat from previous shots.
“Bottoms up” The girl tells you playfully as you throw the liquid courage down the back of your throat. “Now, try again. Let’s see your drunk impression.” You imitate an old phone as you make beeping noises.
“Wassup Russo, your call was a nice surprise so I decided to give you a ring to thank you for it” The slurring words don’t help you in the slightest as Gio once again looks on in disgust.
“No, not like that, come on!” The young girl explains.
“Gio, I love you and all, but to be honest you’re a horrible drinking buddy.” You can see the girl's expression change drastically as she picks up the bottle of alcohol. Looking on in shock, you see how the brunette chugs the alcohol directly from the bottle.
“I thought you didn’t drink” You express, Gio looking at you like you’re crazy.
“I don’t, but it’s all for the plot. The things I do for you my friend, the things I do for you” Gio pours two shots for you both to take.
What follows is a night full of drinking with one of your best friends, and one very long very detailed call to your nemesis…
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The rude beeping of your alarm going off for the tenth time makes you groan, your head pounding viciously in protest of the light coming in through the blinds and directly into your eyes. Your back aches dully as you feel the hard floor beneath you, looking up to the couch you see Gio’s sleeping form resting all over it.
Crawling over to the girl, you slap her leg hard to wake her up from slumber. The girl wakes with a slight yell as she sees you lying on the floor, questioning where she was.
“What happened last night?” You ask, running your hand over your face, the apartment in shambles with empty bottles strewn around like it would after a high school rager. The young girl shakes her pounding head before perking up again.
“Did you call Less last night?!” You pick your phone up with a rapid pace, looking at your outgoing calls.
“One outgoing call to Russo, and one outgoing call to Kimmy…oh fuck me, that’s not good” You tell the girl, who nods with wide eyes nearly bursting out in laughter at your terrified expression.
“Oh fuck, oh shit, look at the time! We’re so fucked!” You scrambled up from your place on the floor, rushing into your bedroom to gather some new, not alcohol drenched clothes for you and Gio. Throwing the clothes on the youngster, you tell her to hurry up and put them on before you’re even later than needed.
You’re both out the door in record time, slipping the pairs of sunglasses you always kept with you over your eyes to block out the light even more.
Pulling up to training, the two of you rush out of the car and into the building. The locker room is nearly empty by the time you reach it, the only people there being the only two in the whole world that you didn’t want to see at that moment. Kim raises her brow at the door slamming open and as you look into her eyes, you see the disapproving look that’s settled there. When Gio runs into your back only moments later, it only becomes worse.
You rush to your cubby, located only meters away from Alessia’s, Alessia who looks at you with a satisfied smirk on her face. The stupid smirk entices you, and you wonder what you possibly could have said to get her to look at you like that.
Pulling your shirt off, you don’t notice her Alessia’s eyes follow the movement, her eyes locking onto the shaped abs and the ridges that appear on your arms as you struggle to get the shirt off. Just because you don’t notice doesn’t mean that Gio doesn’t, she smirks at the obvious attraction Alessia holds for you.
After getting your training clothes on, you make your way to the door where your skipper is waiting for you. She holds the door open for you before slinging her arm around your waist, you bringing your arm up and around her shoulders.
“Did you have fun last night?” The older woman asks you, your eyes widening slightly in surprise at her question.
“If I’m honest, I can’t even remember most of last night.” Your free hand comes up to rub at the back of your neck, the door behind you opening up yet again.
“Well, next time you and Gio decide to have a night full of drinking, please make sure that you dial Alessia’s number right away instead of calling me, okay?” Your cheeks darken exponentially at the blondes words, the woman a mentor to you.
“I’m so sorry Kimmy.” She smiles up at you in response, patting your stomach lightly before breaking away from you.
Back in the locker room Alessia is getting ready to get out of the locker room, that is before she hears Gio call her name.
“Alessia, I can see the way you look at her when you think no one’s watching you.” The shorter girl keeps her voice low, like she’s talking to a scared animal.
“What are you talking about?” The blonde questions, her eyes betraying her real feelings as the love shines through the apparent hatred.
“I’m talking about you and Y/n, listen I know that you hate her or whatever but the eyes never lie chica, the eyes never lie” And with that, Gio walks out of the room, leaving a stunned Alessia Russo behind.
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Only days later, it’s time for an away game and as you settle into your seat on the bus you can’t help but think about your blue eyed teammate. Staring out the window, you get startled out of your thoughts by a body flopping into the seat beside you. Looking to your left, you see the person you least expected to sit beside you.
Her ocean-like eyes look into your own for a second before she stares back towards the front of the bus. When she starts to talk, she does so in a whisper that barely gets heard over the bustle of the bus.
“So, you think I’m pretty huh?” She leans into your body slightly, her minty breath wafting over the side of your face. The cool mint contrasts the hot nature of your tomato red face, wide eyes scanning her side profile nervously.
“What? I’ve never said that!” Your voice comes out shaky and unsure as your eyes flit around the bus, now it’s Alessia’s turn to study you.
“Oh, so you don’t deny that I’m pretty?” She teases, your face becoming even more red than before if that was possible. The sputtering coming from your throat doesn’t help your case as you choke on your spit.
Alessia pulls up her phone to play the voicemail you’d left her only days before, the slurred voice on the recording obviously yours as it was your turn to be embarrassed.
“Hey Ruse-Cruise, I was just calling to tell you that you're so pretty. I can’t believe that you’re real, you always look like a fucking goddess and I’m so jealous that I can’t call you mine. Yeah, sober me is gonna hate myself for that but I don’t care. Kiss Kiss!” If you could, you would throw yourself off a cliff.
Pulling your hoodie up and over your cartoonishly red face, you wish for the ground to swallow you whole or at least get Alessia to move away from you. And after a bit, it seems like your prayers are answered because Alessia moves over to sit beside Lotte and Gio moves into the spot Alessia had occupied only moments before.
“Gio, kill me” You plead to the younger girl, who looks on in part amusement and part concern.
“That bad, huh?” Your head drops down onto her shoulder and you hum in agreement. “It’ll be alright, don’t you worry.” The younger girl strokes your back to comfort you, catching the eye of her partner in crime and nodding. The plan had to be set in motion.
—-
Ever since you had heard that godforsaken voicemail, you had been ignoring the older girl who it had been sent to. The only time you actually gave her any semblance of attention was during training or games, and even then it was only a second of eye contact or a quick word.
The striker's friends had even started to notice the effect your absence had on her, the girl much more frustrated and closed off than normal. It had gotten so bad that her performance on the pitch was worsening slightly. Something had to be done, and fast.
Just to their luck, the two matchmakers had created a plan that was sure to work.
When Gio comes running for you after training one day, her worried expression fools you just the right amount and as she runs away in the opposite direction you were going in, you just had to follow her.
What you didn’t expect was to be pushed into a storage closet only moments after arriving to where Gio had stopped, another body being pushed into you seconds later before the telltale sound of the lock clicking shut sounds throughout the cramped space.
The person leaning against you soon jumps away from you, a voice sounding from the other side of the door.
“I don’t care how you do it, but the two of you need to make up. Only then will you be let out.” The scowl on your face widens at the smugness in Gio’s voice and your fist pounds at the door viciously as you scream and yell for them to open the damn door.
In your attempts to get the girls on the other side to open the door for you, you don’t notice how Alessia starts to panic nor do you notice how she’s now on the ground.
“Y/n shut up!” Her tone is harsh as you continue to bang your fist on the door. “No seriously Y/n, shut up!” The way Alessia speaks has you looking towards her, seeing the dark silhouette of her body sitting on the floor.
“I don’t like tight spaces” She whispers into your ear after you’ve dropped down beside her, taking her hand in your own, you don’t have the stomach to tell her that her death grip is cutting off all your circulation.
“Hey, Russo, how can I help you? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me how” The free hand caresses her shin in what’s supposed to be a comforting action. All the years of supposed hate disappears when she looks up at you with tearfilled eyes, begging you to do something.
“I don’t care what you do, just distract me please” She begs. The idea that pops into your head will probably make her hate you even more, but alas it’s the only way to distract her.
“Fuck it” You lean in closer to her, the fact that she isn’t pushing you away is definitely a good sign.
“Can I kiss you?” You whisper against her lips, in place of a response she leans in slightly and presses her soft lips against your own.
The only way to describe her lips was that they were heavenly, and definitely distracting. They move slowly, testing the waters before diving in. Without breaking the seal of your lips, the forward slowly moves over into your lap, her hands tasseling in your locks whilst yours settle comfortably on her hips. The bruising grip of your fingers doesn’t let up even after the blonde pulls away from the kiss.
She twirls your hair between her long, perfectly manicured fingers and her intense gaze settles on your face, eyes flitting over it like she’s trying to commit it to memory. Your thumbs find their way under the hem of her shirt, stroking the skin softly.
“I’m sorry” She speaks up quietly.
“What could you possibly be sorry for, pretty girl?”
“The way I’ve treated you, I couldn’t even tell you why I did it.” Alessia explains, her fingers caressing your cheek sweetly. You lean into her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her palm before speaking.
“Eh, that’s all in the past, how about we make some positive memories to replace the old ones huh?” You whisper back, pulling the shorter girl in for another kiss.
“Hey, Gio! Can we come out now? We’ve made up” Alessia’s cheeks darken slightly at the particular choice of words. You two stand up as the door gets unlocked and opened, letting Alessia exit first, you soon lunge at the brazilian who’d locked you in. Pulling her into a headlock, you hear the sweet sound of Alessia’s laughter and you can’t help but laugh yourself.
Let’s just say, Alessia Russo doesn’t hate you anymore, the kisses you share deep into the night a sure indication of that…
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She could be my "woman"
◇ Pairing: Robert Fisher X fem!Reader/ (future Robert Fischer X android!Reader)
◇ Warnings: angst, androids, security, fear, business, robots as "slaves"
◇ Summary: Robert fears for his safety and tries his luck with Y/n's business.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. FINALLY wrote the first part of the fic I mentioned months ago!
Robert chuckled at that.
"What is this, a movie?" he mocked, trying to lighten the mood, his light eyes staring at the old woman in front of him as if she was nuts.
He called her that day for a specific reason... his security and now she was talking about some weird futuristic stuff.
"I thought we were talking about a security system, not personal assistants!" He reminded her slightly annoyed by the situation.
When he didn't receive a response, he tried again with a softer tone this time.
"I can see why your granddaughter would need someone to try this out," he started, rubbing his chin with his long fingers, "...But I can hardly be her test case.... I can't believe androids are that advanced."
The disbelief of the young man was understandable and the older woman got perfectly Robert's point of view but was still a bit offended by the lack of trust in her... after all the years she had worked with his father.
"You're underestimating my granddaughter, dear. I tested them out as well...they do anything and if someone tries to enter your dreams they come inside as well working as your bodyguard there too" she informed him with a soft nod.
Security and assistance, Robert thought not believing at a word.
He raised his eyebrow surprised by the informations but still with the feeling of being made fun of. "This has to be a joke," he said, shaking his head.
"Your granddaughter created androids that protect you even in your dreams? I've heard some insane things in my life but that tops the cake."
And as words of mockery left his mouth he couldn't help but imagining it happen to him... Having someone watching over him even in his most vulnerable moments... it wouldn't be so bad.
After a couple of minutes in silence the older woman spoke again, her shaking and wrinkly hands put a note on his rich desk
"Think about it, if you need more information just call my granddaughter, she will be able to explain everything to you."
It wasn't a bad idea after all.
Robert looked down at the card in his hand, sighing. He had hoped to convince the older wise woman to work with him as well, but this was a nice alternative.
And as soon as she left his office he grabbed his phone, he read the number and then dialed it.
He couldn't waste any precious time and luckily for him, he didn't have to wait much.
A female voice replied after just a couple of rings, introducing herself as 'Y/n Y/l/n' exactly as he expected. She sounded calm and young.. probably in her 20s, her tone made him feel at ease and it was quite charming even though a bit awkward.
"Good morning, miss. I'm Robert Fischer... I had a meeting with your grandmother today and she gave me your number. I'll put my hands forward and tell you that I don't really believe in all this, it seems excessive and not very functional to me but... I have nothing to lose so I'm willing to try, and even if it is a scam, I'm pretty sure I could deal with it very easily. If you know what I mean..." Robert informed her with a calm tone, his hand busy playing around with his pen as his face remained tilted and rested against the back of his chair... serious as his business mask.
It was business after all, he needed some kind of security around him and the guarantee of being 100% safe every day.
"But I would like to know more about this androids" he quickly added after not receiving an answer, his heart strangely beating fast in his chest and his hand sweated anxiously
"Oh, sure thing. I can do that, are there any specific questions? Or would you like to receive the policy first?" the voice replayed softly, echoing now in his empty office.
He could actually hear her moving around, probably working or getting ready for something in a rush... not that he cared though.
At the questions Robert sat up in his seat, his grip tightened around the pen as he thought quickly before dropping it on the desk and let his light blue eyes travel towards the phone.
"I want to know everything. Starting from how they work, what they can do, where they come from and most importantly... how protected I am with them watching over me" The business man listed while staring intently at the object as if it would make Y/n reply faster at everything.
There was a soft music in the background, he could hear it, even if a bit muffled, and his mind focused on it, snapping back just when her voice interrupted the melody with her owns
"Well first of all I won't tell you how I created them. I'm not stupid, am I? They can do anything you want them to, they come from my cellar" she informed with a soft chuckle after apologizing and explaining to him the reason of the background noises.
"You are 99,9% protected, they have the ability to watch over you whenever you need or don't need. Not in a creepy way of course. They have the ability to enter your dreams if someone else does, so that they can protect you.... They are also loyal to their owners and you can set the program you prefer. There are a lot of different androids... each one more adapt for a situation" she explained with a more focused and professional tone, her knowledge and passion for her creations showing just by the seriousness of her speech.
She made it sound pretty acceptable and intriguing, leaving Robert silent for a moment, still and lost in his thoughts as he took in the informations. He honestly wasn't expecting such a comprehensive answer from her.
"They sound like the perfect companions," the man said, making an attempt at joking before asking her other questions, his hands already turning on his laptop
"What kind of androids are there, where can I purchase them and what sort of program do you suggest should be installed in them?"
It really was catching his interest, even if he didn't really believe in all the progress the science was doing lately... but he still was willing to try.
"Well... They are like puppies, Mr. Fisher. Like pets, without need to care too much for them. And it's highly depends on your situation and what I have down here." She explained while probably pouring herself a cup of something.
A moment of silence and Robert hummed lost in thoughts again, surprised and amused by Y/n's analogy.
"I'm glad that I won't have to worry about them too much," he murmured, rubbing his chin "And I'll happily take a look at what you have available. My main concern is my dreams, so what do you suggest to deal with that?" He murmured out, leaning back to stare at the ceiling and glance at the phone... she wasn't answering anymore but he could feel that she was thinking intently.
Then... her harsh words of truth came out "Your voice sounds lonely, you are probably sitting in a rich office, playing with something in your hand while you talk to me— I want to try to give you my first invention" the young woman declared cheerfully, making sure he didn't took her analysis as an insult before starting to explain again.
"I'm pretty proud of her. And I will make sure to deliver everything as soon as the payment is done also I'm sending you the contract so that you know that whatever the android sees it will remain between you and them" the young woman quickly stated, ready to say goodbye and hang up.
It was convincing... enough to bewitch Robert and his business mind, which was now fully engaged, even though a part of him was still cautious.
He wasn't really sure about allowing someone else to intrude so deep in his personal space and in such a little time. "How do I know that the androids and their recordings will remain private? What if they witness something... embarrassing or something that should remain fully private?" The man asked lowly, tapping his fingers against the rich wood of his desk.. he couldn't and didn't want to afford a scandal.
"I make you sign the contract because of that. I have no intention to look through all the memory. I just delete everything when their work it's done" Y/n reassured him sweetly with a soft chuckle, giving her availability 24 hours a day, 7 days a week in case of questions or problems.
Robert considered it all in silence, weighing his options carefully. On one hand, he was still hesitant about sharing his space with these things.
But on the other hand, they would be guarding his dreams, which was exactly what he needed. And their "mother" seemed trustworthy enough to make him take things further.
"I want to see the contract first," he stated thoughfully, adding after a small break of suspance "If I like its terms, I'm ready to sign."
And she already did, everything was in his laptop now. So Robert checked his emails, finding the contract attached.
He opened the PDF with a single click and began reading, his eyes scanning each word for any potential loopholes or hidden meanings.
After a few minutes of reading, he let out a sigh and printed it out, signing it before scanning it and sending it back to her along with a brief message:
"I agree to the terms, please start the installation as soon as possible. RF"
Since their call had ended just a couple of minutes before he could have finished to read it all.
Afyer that, the proceedings began and the young woman asked him a couple of personal questions, plus an address before reporting to him the date and the hour of the delivery.
'To: Robert Fischer, NYC'
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im reading an article about masahisa fukase, who took pictures of his wife every day she left the house. (the book is called "from window"), because i saw *this tweet and started reading replies which led to me reading the article where it explains she divorced him and how he went into a coma for 20 years, where she visited him twice every month.
and let me quote this part to you
He died in 2012, having been in a coma for 20 years following a near-fatal fall down the stairs of his favorite bar in 1992.
Yoko visited him twice a month throughout his long limbo - though, heartbreaking, he would have been unaware of her presence. "He remains part of my identity," she said, adding: "With a camera in front of his eye, he could see; not without."
it also says that he wished to control yoko, and also the world, by taking pictures. hoping to freeze time. and.. imagine this, specifically this quote and fukase's wish, with baxter.
baxter who is so helplessly in love with you. he loves you so much, that he takes every chance to capture your beauty.
he loves every picture of you.
but he's so obsessed with time. with mortality. with you.
he's missed out on so much during his younger years. pulling away from everyone who did love him, pulling away from those who reached out their hand to him.
mostly kept away from genuine, friendly people. they always knew how to pull him in, he was a sucker for kindness and genuineness. like you and your friends, or like qiu, tama, and ren.
tried to please his parents at times, mostly tried to rebel and irritate them. and succeeded, even when he wasn't trying.
so many years wasted.. hiding and running from life's simple pleasures. from friendship and companionship
that's why he keeps taking pictures of you, keeps trying to capture the world in a still state. because maybe. if it freezes for long enough. he can catch up...
but also, if you're always willing to be his muse. always a subject of his work.. then he still has control of himself. his life.
you're a constant. something that always happens without fail.
without fail, before you go to your destination, you're at the bottom of your window, posing for him. making a face. shouting at him.
even if you're upset at him.. you wait under the window while he takes that picture, a frown deep on your lips.
it's not much, but he still has something always in the palm of his hand. and that's you waiting at the bottom of the window.
but he loves you. God he loves you so much. some days you don't take pictures from through the window, he's too sick to get out of bed or he's gone ahead of you.
some days you're upset with him, or running late, and the only picture he takes is your frame running for the bus, the edges of your silhouette fuzzy and blurred.
but he still has pictures of you on your date the next night, and he has pictures of your bare form the night before yesterday.
but he's so busy looking through the camera... changing the setting, wiping his lense, and sorting his photos. that he doesn't notice when summer turns to winter. or winter into next spring. doesn't notice the new lines on your forehead or how your fingers sometimes shake when trying to open a jar
doesn't notice the gray in his hair. not the.. deep gray of his natural hair. but the light gray strikes that turn to ribbons of gray and white.
doesn't notice how dull his wedding ring is from years of wear and lack of polishing. doesn't notice how his favorite dress shoes have scratches and scuffs along the side and tip of the shoe
doesn't notice that his dinner is cold. doesn't notice that you don't hug him back when you go to sleep. doesn't notice your lipstick doesn't stain his cheek when he sleeps, or that your hoodie is too heavy and big on his shoulders.
only notices when the sunlight from the window hits your face perfectly, and he sees the age.
only when you don't smile or tease or shout at him from below the window like before.
only when you ate before him, telling him you couldn't wait for him to take pictures. when you stop talking to him so cheerily. when you stop looking at him with admiration and love, with awe whenever he holds the camera so expertly and insists on having you as his muse
he compares the photos from your youth and he sees happiness, he sees love, and life and he sees his whole world.
now, in some photos, he sees tiredness and aching, defiance. irritation. boredom, even...
your back is to the camera more than before. when you are facing it, your chin is tilted towars your book, or your eyes are closed, sleeping in your fluffy king bed. the light doesn't bounce off your ring like it used to.
the ones of you smiling, laughing at him from the other side, makes his heart thump and clench. he's racing.
but in others you look tired of the camera. your lips aren't frowned, but they aren't smiling either. and your eyes are heavy, not with lust or mischief or drowsiness. it's exhaustion, but it's the mental kind. it's the kind where you're at the end of your rope with this camera forever at the other end of your table
you don't see your husband
you see a camera. the damn camera that haunts you nightly and daily.
of course, there are ones where you smile. you're not entirely miserable.
but instead of seeing his beloved muse, his darling spouse. his hearts treasure.
he sees his treasure on display. in their pretty glass case in the middle of the showroom. he sees a ballerina trapped in her music box, forever spinning to the same tune.
he sees Mona Lisa looking at him through her frame, smiling and revered.
he tries to pull you from that painting. putting on his scuffed dress shoes and that same brown suit from your first date, he sets himself on the other end of you. not the camera.
he can't help but think of how the low lighting of the restaurant would suck to take pictures in right now. that he needs his setup, and he wonders if they'd be willing to let him bring all that to capture the moment here...
but you're twinkling. like you're afraid to sparkle but too enthused not to.
he swallows around the urge to capture time claws at his throat. it's beating down the door to his chest and he's trying to keep it from his aching heart.
he does try.
but when you run ahead to see the ducks on the lake, floating on top of the pearly lake, he can't help that his phone camera finds your form
it's not nearly as good as a real camera. it's pixelated and fuzzy. he has to step closer to get more details
but it's worth it, the way your face is bright and the way the wind blows is unusually perfect, shards of light slip through the cracks of thick leaves overhead
and when you turn your head, wanting him to see the family of ducks on the water, you don't mind the phone in his hand.
if you step into the frame for a moment, return to the stage of your music box, it's okay. because today was beautiful. it was so beautiful.
you sat in bed with him, the only thing between you two, the thin bedsheets and the breakfast tray. and the sand is still between your toes, and your feet are terribly dry from dipping into the sea.
baxter retracing the steps of your second meeting, plus a few extra stops to new establishments youve been waiting to enter, new mueseums and front row to your favorite theater show.
and his hand solid in yours, his eyes stuck on you like glue... so it's okay to let him pet your cheek and kiss you in the middle of this park.
because your heart is beating again with excitement, and you're thrilled with how much you had fun today.
and the next time, when he plans a sudden getaway trip for you two.
it's okay if he points the camera at you. because when you're bored, or teasing, or angry at him. you snatch it from his hands and now you're staring back at pictures of his porcelain face. with the filter on, you notice a new beauty mark under his eye easily, but you never needed it to know. but he did.
and you tuck the only picture he let you keep of his irritated face into your nightstand once you're home, you stick it under the one of him shielding his eyes from the sun and when you open thay drawer, the only thing you see is the top of his head and the birds in the sky.
there's thrills. there's always been moments of thrills. that's why youre in the frame, that's why you're his muse.
but when the day is dull. and most days are dull. some days, a couple more than you'll admit, you are tired of the camera.
some days, you want to smash that camera. smash the camera and bang your fists against his chest, slap his cheeks until he sees without the lenses.
but then he grabs the camera, and he parts your knee for you. tucks that hair behind your ear. folds the cuff of your jeans the way he wants. clasps his jewelry on your neck or wrist
and then you pick up the frame, and immortalize the moment, because even though your heart aches. and aches greatly. you love how he looks at you. how he captures your every move as if you haven't done it a hundred times before...
#this is a very messy ramble#i am sleepy but im mostly HEARTBROKEN BY THE DAMN ARTICLE#anyway...#imma pretend that this long angsty ramble made sense n imma try to sleep and forget abt the damn article 💔💔💔#olba#baxter ward#angst#ramble#baxter ward x reader
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Angel chapter 6
Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down.
Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Word Count: 5, 000
Warnings: dirty talk, oral sex (m receiving), choking, sex (p in v), cheating
A/N: English is not my first language.
Aemond is 20, Helaena, Aegon and Y/N are 22, Jason Lannister is 25
Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda @hamatoanne @aemondsdoll @schniiipsel @okfashionista @zillahvathek @teranya @tempo-rary-fix @reneki @moonmaiden1996 @padfooteyes @nina2697 @ryswritingrecord @iiamthehybrid, @justsumtuffstuff @aemonds-wifey @blacpiink, @devotedlythoughtfulanchor, @namelesslosers @gibbsgirl7
PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5
Next chapter will be the big final 😁
It has to be today. Today you will break up with Jason. It’s the right time. You were already decided and after sleeping with Aemond you were more than sure that you needed to end things with Jason. You realized what everybody around you has been telling you for months. You were not in love with him, and you probably have never been in love with him. And honestly, you started to think that he felt the same. When you came back from the bathrooms, looking guilty as hell, he wasn’t there anymore. Hel told you that he left 10 minutes ago. He had an important phone call from his work and he had to leave, leaving you there with your bestie to give you a ride home. You just spent 20 minutes in the bathroom fucking Aemond and he didn’t even notice. His work was always the most important thing in his life.
So, that was the reason why you were standing in front of Lannister Corp. now. Your hands were sweaty and you tried to practice your break up speech once again. You took a deep breath and walked inside. It was lunch break and he should be in his office. He always had his lunch delivered there from his favorite Chinese or Thai restaurants. Weirdly his secretary Cersei wasn’t behind her desk. You were happy about it, she was very strict older woman and she never let you in to see him without you having an appointment with him. Which was ridiculous, he was your boyfriend for Christ’s sake. You softly knocked and stepped inside his enormous office. “Jason, sorry to bother you we need to talk...” you started gently but froze when you saw the scene in front of you. Jason wasn’t alone at his office. He was there with some woman, who was currently sitting on his lap and kissing him passionately while playing with the buttons of his white dress shirt. “What is this? Who is this woman?” you asked him, your voice dangerously calm and low. “What are you doing here, you are not supposed to come here at this time of a day?” he frowned, looking more annoyed than guilty that you found him here in this compromising position. “Who is this woman, babe? Why is she talking to you like this?” the woman asked him, looking even more confused than you. “Don’t worry about it, honey. I will take care of it,” he smiled softly and kissed her forehead. You noticed a diamond engagement ring on her finger before he roughly pushed you outside his office. “What the fuck is this? She is engaged, Jason!?” you yelled at him, when he closed the door behind you. Sure, you were acting like a biggest hypocrite right now, you were also cheating on him, but at least Aemond was single without any commitments. “Yes, she is engaged. She is engaged to me,” he said with a cruel smirk. “What did you just say?” you gasped in complete shock. “Me and Rebecca has been together for 4 years. She will become my wife next summer,” he added and studied your shocked face. How could he do something like this to you? You felt guilty about cheating on him, you barely sleept this night, wanting to end this as soon as possible to spare him the pain and humiliation and he has been cheating on you since the very first day of your relationship? No, scratch that, he was cheating on his future wife with you, you were the other woman. You were his mistress. Suddenly it all started to make sense. He never took you at public places, so people couldn't see you two together and say it to his girlfriend. And this whole time you just thought that he is very private person. “I don’t understand it. We are together for more than a year!! How could you hide it for so long? Does my mother know about Rebecca?” you fired questions on him. “No, she doesn’t know a thing, she lives in her little fantasy world where you are future Mrs. Lannister and she is rich,” he snorted like if it was the most ridiculous idea in the world. “And how did I keep this a secret for so long? Well, unlike you, Y/N, I am discreet about people I fuck,” he added with venom in his voice. “What?” you gulped. Could he really know about you and Aemond? “You are not really as subtle about your lover as you think,” he barked. “You know about him? It was only a onetime thing,” you said, feeling guilty even though you just found out, that he is much worse than you. “Of course I know about it, I thought that you are better than this. But no, you are like every other whore in that school, falling for Aegon Targaryen and his charms,” he was so furious that he was almost spitting on your face as he was talking. What? He still thinks that you are having an affair with Aegon? You laughed at him and he looked like if he really wants to hit you. ‘ “Is that funny, to you?” he looked at you with disgust. “Yeah, very funny. Aegon has never touched me like this”. “Don’t lie, you little slut. I saw you walking from the bathrooms yesterday, you looked like someone who was just fucked. Only a few moments later Aegon walked out with his sex hair and smug smile on his stupid, ugly face,” he shouted and you really had to laugh at the coincidence. Aegon probably fucked that blonde bombshell in the men’s bathroom while you were with Aemond in the Ladies bathroom. And Jason was stupid enough to not notice that you walked from the different doors. “You know what? Think whatever you want. I don’t give a fuck. We are over. I don’t want to see you again,” you wanted to end this sick charade as soon as possible, go home, call Helaena and tell her about this absurdity. “Fine with me. I was about to dump your boring ass, anyway,” he shrugged. “Boring? You call me boring?” you snorted. “You are the most boring person I know Jason Lannister. You are snobbish, stupid, selfish and you suck in bed, big time,” you shouted at him, not caring about who will hear you. “It felt differently when you were moaning under me like a whore,” he laughed. “I was faking it, you idiot. But you know what? Someone gave me an earth shattering orgasm last night, and it certainly wasn’t you,” you shouted at his face and stormed out of the office, feeling sick of looking at his face any longer.
When you told Hel about all of this she was happy, that you are no longer dating that moron, but she was also very angry that he was making fool out of you for months. And she had the perfect opportunity for you to forget about Jason and have a rebound sex. She and Aegon had a birthday and of course they threw a big party at their house. It was more Helaena’s party than Aegon’s. You knew that he will stay for few hours with his twin and family and disappear around 6PM to have his own more wild party with his friends. He invited you to his other party, but you gently declined the invitation. It was getting late, Aegon was already gone, and you were sulking in the garden. Hel was in the middle of everything, talking with everyone that she barely had a time to try to hook you up with one of her or Cregan’s hot friends. You tried to avoid her as much as possible. You didn’t want a one night stand with some random guy. You weren’t really sad about the break up. You felt angry and humiliated but not sad, and you didn’t need revenge sex.
Aemond kept ignoring you the whole afternoon and you hated to admit that it made you more upset than the whole situation with Jason. He spent most of the afternoon around the grill with his uncle Daemon, who was hot as hell for his age, seriously, what was with the Targaryen men? Why were they all so hot?When he wasn’t chatting with Daemon he kept glancing on his phone and furiously typing something. He acted like nothing happened between you two. He barely acknowledged your presence. It felt like the old times when you were just his sister’s friend who he barely registered. It hurt you more than you were willing to admit. This was what you wanted, he stopped bothering you, flirting with you or trying to get into your pants. He already fucked you, so he lost interest. You expected it will happen, so why you were so sad? Suddenly he bolted from his chair and disappeared in the house. Few seconds later you heard his bike roaring in the yard. He left the party without a word, probably going to fuck one of his fan girls. Fuck, you were screwed because you felt tears in your eyes after this realization.
The more you were thinking about it the angrier you got; at yourself for slowly falling for Aemond and at him for messing up your life like this. That asshole even had the audacity to steal your panties. Your best pair of panties you must say. The whole set cost you a fortune and you wanted them back. And this was the perfect opportunity to get them from his room, while he was gone. You looked at Helaena who was distracted by Cregan’s tongue in her mouth, and you quickly made your way inside the house. You tiptoed to Aemond’s room and quickly slid inside. You didn’t dare to turn on the lights, but the moon was shining brightly this night, so you could see the outlines of his room. You have been inside couple times when you were younger and you played hide and seek, so you had an idea how is the furniture positioned there. You slowly walked to his bed, looking under his pillow and blanket. The idea of him sleeping with your panties under his pillow made you strangely aroused. You quickly shook your head and kept your focus on a given task. You didn’t find your panties there, but his pillow smelled so much like him that you had to pick it up and smell it for a few moments. You walked from his bed toward his chest of drawers, stopping at the door for a moment, carefully listening if someone wasn’t outside. When you only heard muffled voices from downstairs you slowly continued your search party. You quickly opened the first drawer and only found leather gloves for his bike. You closed it and moved to the next one, it was filled with socks, you quickly rummaged through it, knowing that he wouldn’t let your panties lie on top of it where his mother could find them. You blushed when you opened the third drawer. It was full of his underwear and you gulped, suddenly feeling like a creep. You hesitantly searched the drawer, making decision that you should leave as soon as possible. You closed the drawer when you noticed a movement at the dark corner of the room. You froze as you noticed a dark figure sitting on the leather chair. You hadn’t noticed him earlier, because the moonlight wasn’t falling on the corner and your eyes weren’t so accustomed to the darkness like they were now. “Are you looking for this, angel?” he asked and twirled your panties on his finger. You could hear the taunting smirk in his voice even though you couldn’t see his face clearly. You couldn’t move a muscle, you felt like a mouse caught in the trap by a big fat cat. “Did cat got your tongue, Y/N?” he mocked you and as your eyes got used to the darkness in the corner of his room, you started seeing more of the scene in front of you. He was sitting in his big leather armchair in the corner, you knew from Helaena that he likes to sit there and read his books and text books. He was sitting there, his legs wide open, his hair down, and you weren’t sure but it seemed like if he took off his eyes patch. How the hell was this possible, you saw him leaving an hour ago and he didn’t come back before you stepped inside the house? “What are you doing here?” you barely whispered. It was a stupid question, considering that you were standing in his room right now. “Waiting for you, angel,” he smirked and he looked like some kind of dangerous assassin, lurking in the darkness of the room. He really was dangerous, dangerous for your fragile heart, which was beating fast at this moment. You felt the adrenaline running through your veins. You knew that you should get out of here as quickly as possible. There were people in the house, his mother Alicent was probably downstairs in the kitchen, you could easily run away from him, but you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think straight, not while he was looking at you with a predator gaze in his blue eye. You caught a glint of something blue in his other eye. You heard rumors about him having a prosthetic sapphire eye, but you have never seen him without his eye patch before. “Come here,” he ordered and you found your legs moving on their own accord towards him. You stopped before him, for once being the one who looks at him from above. “Give me my panties back, Aemond,” you demanded, but your voice was above a whisper. “If you want them so badly, you need to earn them, angel,” he smirked and patted his leg. “Sit,” he ordered and you obeyed him against your better judgment. “I saw you leaving,” you accused him. “Did you?” he smiled slyly. “Where did you go?” you asked him. “None of your business, nosy little angel,” he said mysteriously and wrapped his long arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You gasped as you felt the outline of his cock under your ass. “She couldn’t be fully satisfied when you are back so quickly,” you said sarcastically and he gave you a knowing smirk. “Are you jealous, angel?” he said lowly against the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “No, of course not,” you said quickly, trying to ignore his thumb making circles on your exposed skin between your shorts and tank top. “Liar, you are green with jealousy. You don’t give a fuck about your panties, you just wanted an excuse to see me again, or at least sneak into my room and sniff at my pillow,” he teased you and bit the top of your ear playfully while you blushed wildly. “I am not jealous. We are not together, we only fucked once in the bathrooms, it was a typical meaningless quickie, you can fuck whoever you want, I don’t care,” you stubbornly insisted on your answer as you tried to convince him and yourself. “You see, that’s the problem, angel,” he sighed and quickly manhandled you so you were straddling his lap. His hand wrapped around your throat as he pulled you closer to him, so you were staring right at his eyes. The rumors were right, there was a sapphire blue stone placed in his eye socket and it looked so fucking beautiful. “I can’t,” he growled and you rose up your eyebrows in confusion. “I can’t fuck or touch anyone else. Since that day when you almost cum on my tongue on our kitchen table I haven’t been able to even look at or touch another woman. It’s you who is constantly on my mind. I think that you bewitched me, angel,” he confessed and you watched him with eyes wide open. “I had to hop on my motorcycle and take a little ride around the block or I would have to bend you over the table in front of my whole family and fuck you raw. You look so fucking sexy in these short shorts, showing your perfect little ass to everyone around, it’s a warm night but I could still see your nipples standing under your top and begging for my attention”. He flipped your nipple with his thumb and you whimpered. “Naughty girl, walking around my house, dressed like this. Provoking me every time you bent over to pick up something and showing me your ass or cleavage,” he pinched your nipple and you rocked your hips against his lap, finding him already hard for you. “What is it, you needy little thing? Rubbing your cunt against my cock already? You want me to fuck this tight pussy, again, hmm?” he hissed in pleasure as you grinded on him again, harder this time. He awoke the side of you you never knew that existed. “If you want my cock in your pussy so much, you little slut, you need to earn it,” he smirked wickedly at you. “On your knees, little angel,” he released your throat. You could easily just hop off his lap and go back to the party like if nothing happened, but his confession about not being able to touch anyone else awoke something inside you. You wanted him, it was hopeless to deny that now, you wanted him since you were a teenage girl and your horny crush turned into something you were scared to call love yet. Was it even possible for him to love you back? He could be lying to you about everything. Maybe you are doing the biggest mistake and you will end up with your heart broken. But you knew one thing about Aemond, he wasn’t a liar or pretender. He was acting like a dick and said hurtful things to people but he never let anyone believe that he likes them if that wasn’t the truth. “Could you sit little bit closer to the edge, please,” you asked him, expecting him to laugh at you. “OK, angel, but only because you said please, like a good girl?” he smirked and sit closer to the edge with you still sitting on his lap. You started unbuttoning his shirt, waiting for him to stop you or push you on the floor, but he remained silent, watching your every move with lust filled eye. You undid the last button and opened his dark shirt, revealing his chest and muscled abdomen to you. You sighed happily at the sight in front of you. The moonlight gave him almost ethereal look. You started kissing his long neck, sucking at the pulse point, hearing him gasp which only spurred your actions. You placed opened mouth kisses down his throat to his chest, your nails scratched over his tight abs while your tongue circled his hard nipple. “Such a fucking tease, angel,” he groaned. You smirked and sucked his nipple into your hot mouth while squeezing the other between your fingers. “I said on your knees you little vixen, stop fucking teasing me!” he groaned and you knew that you were so close to crossing line when his patience will run out with you. You slowly slid between his spread legs and he fucking loved the sight in front of him. You started kissing you path down his stomach to the top of his black jeans. You slowly undid the top button and pulled down the zipper carefully. His cock was straining against the zipper and you didn’t want to hurt him. He raised his hips slightly so you could take off his pants. You were greeted by his hard cock. He didn’t wear any underwear under it. It hit the underside of his belly and you didn’t hesitate and licked him from the base to the leaking head while looking into his eye. “Fuck, angel!” he moaned and you felt your pussy throb at the sight. You took him into your hand, stroking him slowly, loving the deep breaths he had to take to stay relatively calm. You rubbed his length, getting the pre-cum from the tip and smearing it all over his thick shaft. You licked the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent vein with your tongue, while your fist played with his leaking head. “Fucking hell, angel!! I am gonna fuck you so hard, for torturing me like this,” he threatened and you finally opened your mouth and took him inside. He cursed loudly as you took as much of his dick inside your mouth as possible. Your hand played with the rest of his dick you couldn’t fit in. “Fuck, that’s it, what a good fucking girl,” he groaned you moaned around him, loving his praise. You started bobbing your head up and down his cock, sucking on his head every time you reached it. He tossed his head back and you loved to have this kind of power over him. You hollowed your cheeks, swirled your tongue around his thick length. “If you keep going like this, I will cum down your throat, angel,” he warned you but you didn’t stop. “You want that, don’t you? You want to swallow my cum, like a good little girl,” he purred the last words, realizing how much you love his praise. He fisted your hair into a makeshift ponytail and forced you to go deeper down his cock, making you gag around him as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. “Look at you, choking on my dick,” he groaned at the feeling and you tried your best to breathe through your nose while your mouth was full of his thick cock. You reached for his balls, fondling them in your hands and his hips bucked up involuntarily, forcing himself deeper down your throat. “You have been warned, angel. Swallow it all like a good girl,” he growled and painted your throat with spurt after spurt of thick cum. You did your best to swallow it all but it was too much and you felt a trickle of his cum running down your chin. You released his cock and licked his dripping cum from your lips. You looked so hot doing that he felt his cock throb again. “Get rid of these shorts and panties and come here, angel,” you hooked your fingers on the hem of you panties and slowly dragged them down your legs, swaying your hips seductively while doing that before you straddled him again. He reached for your chin and pick up the remains of his cum that your tongue couldn’t reach. You grabbed his hand by the wrist and sucked his thumb into your mouth. “So greedy to taste more of my cum, angel,” he smirked and moved his wet thumb from your lips to your clit and grinned when he felt how wet you were. “Awww, I don’t need you to wet my fingers, you are dripping for me. Is this all just from sucking my dick, angel? Are you this horny? Your pathetic boyfriend still didn’t fuck you?” he teased you and circled your clit agonizingly slowly. “I no longer have a boyfriend,” you leaned closer and whispered into his ear. Your soaked pussy rubbed against his flaccid cock, which was slowly getting hard again. “What happened in the paradise?” he smirked but you could see gleeful joy in his eye. “He is a scum, I really don’t want to talk about Jason now,” you said and kept dragging your wet pussy over his cock. “I see, you rather soak my dick with your juices, don’t you, my little slut?” he watched you as you were rubbing yourself against him. You felt him getting hard under you quickly and you raised your hips, ready to take him in. But he grabbed you under your throat again. “Easy, angel. I am in charge here,” he smirked when you pouted your lips. “Aemond, please,” you begged him as your pussy was clenching around nothing. “Please what, Y/N? Speak your mind!”he watched you with sadistic pleasure in making you suffer like this. “Please, fuck me. Please, I need it, I need you. Please, baby,” you whimpered and he fucking love to hear you beg for him like this. He reached between your bodies and stroked his once again rock hard cock. He teased your clit with the tip of it. “What did you just call me, angel?”he groaned and kept teasing your aching clit. “Baby?” you blushed when you realized that you used a very affectionate pet name but he seemed to like it. You felt the tip of his cock in your entrance and you rocked your hips, trying to push him further. He smacked your ass and you yelped in surprise. “I said that I am in charge, my naughty little angel,” he smirked and smacked your ass again, earning another yelp from you which sounded more like a moan. “Hmm, maybe you like being punished,” he studied your face as his hand slapped your ass once again. “Aemond, please,” you tried again, frustrated tears already forming in your eyes. “I can edge you for hours, Y/N. It would be quite a lovely sight, to see you crying in frustration, your pussy soaking wet but empty,” he kept teasing you and you were losing your mind. “Aemond, don’t be cruel. Please, I want to feel your big cock inside my pussy stretching me real good, please baby, give it to me,”he has never heard you talking like this, hearing his little angel talking dirty like this send a new rush of blood to his dick. “Well, since you beg so nicely, Y/N,” he slowly sank you on his cock and you both groaned at the feeling of him filling you completely. He gave you few moments to get use to his size in this position. “Ride me, angel,” he commanded and you happily obeyed. You started bouncing on his cock slowly. He took off your top and bra and you moaned when you felt his large hands on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh. “Faster,” he growled and pinched your nipples to spur your movements. You placed your hands on his shoulders for support and started to fuck yourself fast and hard on his cock. He captured your lips in bruising kiss, his hands moved from your breasts to your hips, helping you to keep riding him even faster. You knew you will have bruises there the next day and you couldn’t care less. “So good, so fucking good,” he murmured against your ear and you groaned in agreement. “You feel so good inside me, I am gonna cum soon, Aemond,” you whined as he started fucking into you faster from below. “A-a-a-a-mond?” you whined loudly, feeling your walls pulsing around his cock. “Cum for me, angel, I want you to cum on my cock now,” he demanded and you happily obeyed. The orgasm hit you both like a train and he quickly placed a hand on your mouth so your loud moan won’t echo through the whole house. “Fuck, angel. I need to get you somewhere where you can scream my name as loud as you want. I want to hear you scream for me,” he said breathlessly as you fell into his arms, absolutely spent. “Now tell me, why did you break up with that imbecile, not that I am complaining,” he asked curiously. “There were many other reasons, but I found out that he cheated on me, or better say he was cheating on his fiancée with me,” you admitted and Aemond frowned. “Yes, he had a fiancée called Rebecca for 4 years and I have never noticed. Go on call me stupid and naive,” you sighed, feeling defeated. “Yes, you are very naive, angel. But he is a scum,” he said angrily and you looked up at him. He really looked angry. “Did you say that his fiancée’s name was Rebecca? Rebecca Tyrell?” he smirked darkly and you didn’t understand why he looks so pleased. “I guess. He didn’t introduce us. Why are you smiling like a Satan?” you questioned him. “Because Aegon is fucking his dear Rebecca for the last 4-5 months,” he explained and you watched him for few moments in disbelieve and then you started laughing loudly. “Is it really that funny, angel?” he raised his eyebrow. “Oh yes, it is. This whole time he was accusing me of cheating on him with your brother, but in fact it was his future wife who was fucking him,” you kept giggling and he watched you with unreadable expression. When your laughter slowly died he took your chin between his fingers and forced you to look into his eye. “You might find the idea of fucking Aegon funny, but I don’t want to see you around my brother, angel. Are we clear? You are mine and he likes to steal what is mine!” he looked vulnerable like this. You heard rumors about a girl name Alys who was dating Aemond in high school and he really loved her but Aegon seduced her and Aemond pushed her away from him after her betrayal and since that day he turned into a heartless fuck boy. “I have no desire to fall for your brother’s charms, Aemond. I know Aegon for years, he fucks anything that moves, I have no desire to be another notch on his bedpost,” you assured him, leaning closer to kiss him when you heard loud banging on the door. “If you two are done, I want to talk to you Y/N. Alone!!” Helaena shouted from behind the doors and you gulped. This will be a very awkward conversation...
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19 - Targaryen Sisters Finally Clash
Part 20
The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess
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Flying over the green land I ended up hiding us behind one of the tall hills still with a good view of the army. Squinting my eyes tightly I could see some form of people on horseback charging at the army. But they seemed crazier than the one we had knowing that we were in trouble. “Mommy, what are we going to do out here?” My son asked me while he slid down her dragon tail helping his sister down.
“You two are going to stay right here. While I do what I can to protect our home.” I told him with a very stern voice.
Luciya pointed her index finger out towards the distance gaining my attention to the battlefield. “Daddy’s on a white horse.” She was in fact right because I saw the single horse galloping across the field.
Resting a hand to my ring necklace for comfort I knew Jaime could handle them until a familiar shriek came from the skies making me curse under my breath. “Seven hells. Please don’t be all three of them.”
Amethyst made a noise seeing the same creature I do. Shifting my gaze down to the ground I had her shoot up into the sky seconds before my Targaryen sister set them on fire. Flying through the clouds I saw our army had brought the giant crossbows. Men were screaming before I lifted my head up seeing Dany riding her dragon burning a section of wagons turning everything into a bloodbath underneath us. She nearly hit Jaime until I had my dragon bolt in her direction shouting in Valyrian. “Draycrays!”
My sister swung her dragon out of the way avoiding my attack. She flew up higher seeing me and Amethyst before she blew fire at us. Gripping her scales, my dragon does a flip in a barrel roll and accidentally sets fire to some of the lion soldiers. “Land - land - ugh! That’s a good girl.” ” I gripped her, tugging her in the opposite direction, getting her to land a few feet away, seeing most of the stuff on fire.
My eyes were forced to remain focused on everything on fire with people screaming in agony taking me back to the years my father was alive. “Vaella, what are you doing out here?” Tyrion’s voice rang in my ears.
“Coming to rescue my husband and stop my sister from taking siege of Casterly Rock. What the hell are you doing here?”
My dwarf friend responded, seeing me scowl at his words. “I am following the Queen I support in taking back the Iron Throne. She’s doing what she thinks is right.”
“Will she kill Jaime if she gets her hands on him? Will she kill me?”
He lowered his gaze. “Both are possible. I tried to talk her out of it but-“
“Shut your mouth! I will not let anyone hurt the people I love. I’ve lost too much in my life already ... .my brother was right I should’ve disappeared better like he attempted with Lyanna.” I felt tears welling in my eyes thinking back on the night I got to hear his plan to flee the city for good and had his sights set on Dorne.
Rhaegar dragged me through one of the passageways of the Red Keep until I could see that we were sneaking into the streets of Kings Landing. It was common for him, but not for me. “What are we doing out here? I’ve never been - where are we going?” I was what some would whisper a tower princess.
“I needed somewhere beside the castle to tell you something important without fear of fathers spies hearing our conversations.” My brother finally explained by the time we had snuck up onto one of the old tavern rooftops where no one would find us unless we talked rather loud.
Holding the hood of my black cloak over my head I questioned him. “What do you need to tell me, brother?”
“I am going to be leaving soon. I intend to run away with Lyanna Stark, the woman I truly love.”
“Rhaegar!” I raised my voice clasping my hands over my mouth terrified someone had heard me. I slowly lowered my hands changing my tone to a whisper. “Have you lost your mind? You’re already wed and she is promised to Robert Baratheon.”
He put his hands on my shoulders trying to calm my nerves down. “I know the risks. But I can’t stay married to a woman I don’t love.”
“What about the throne? You’re our fathers heir. Viserys is only seven years old. He can’t run an entire realm if father dies.” I pushed his hands away, running my fingers through my hair.
Rhaegar raised his hands up. “I’m sorry, Vae. I don’t want to be a prince anymore. I want real love and a family in the countryside with her.”
“Is there any way I can talk you out of this?” I asked with very little hope.
He shakes his head no sending me a half smile where I knew he would never push the love for Lyanna away from that day on. “I’m sorry but no, dear sister. If you want a simple life like me you should run with me. You should do whatever it takes to keep you and your loved one safe.”
I got drawn away from my memory hearing a spear bolt fly up and strike Dany’s dragon causing it to let out a wounded cry in agony. Shifting my gaze out onto the fiery field I noticed it was Bronn who had fired the hit. Men around us along with horses were burning from fire. Wagons were destroyed and I suddenly realized that this would be a nightmare for Jaime. He may not see the same danger from me but he definitely sees it in the Dragon Queen. "Tyrion, we have to stop her. She'll kill everyone in the Lannister army."
"She wants to be a different queen. She wants to stop the wheel." He looked up at me before Amethyst released a call out to me. Turning my head in her direction I could see Jaime and his white horse focused on the dragon and its queen who had now crashed onto the ground.
Slowly walking towards Amethyst I prayed he didn't do something stupid. Only another dragon could beat another dragon. "Jaime, in the name of the gods, don't do anything."
"Flee you idiot." His little brother mumbled beside me watching the dragon girl attempting to pull the bolt out of her dragon's side. The creature made some loud noises but she couldn't get it out on her own. I felt sorry for the creature as I climbed on Amethyst’s back. "Vaella, if you charge at her. Her dragon will kill you."
Resting my hands on her scales I felt the baby kick inside my belly. "If I do nothing and he charges, she will kill him." I hated to think that someone who shared my blood would kill people, similar to our father.
Focusing my eyes back onto Jaime I cursed under my breath seeing him start running forward on horseback grabbing a spear on the way charging at her. "You idiot. You fucking idiot!" Tyrion mumbled before I kicked her in the side and she shrieked shooting up into the sky.
Flying as fast as we could, I still wasn't close enough to him when the dragon turned its head. The dragon queen saw him moving out of the way before hers breathed fire. "Jaime!" I shouted at the top of my lungs seeing someone tackled him off his horse and into the water.
“Daddy!” Rhaegar and Luciya cried out as they ran on the ground from their hiding place that I had left them at, running to the spot that Jaime had been at with Danny’s about to open its mouth at them.
Amethyst dove down towards the ground blocking her body in front of my twins and Daenerys. Sliding down the dragon wing I stand in front of the three of them where I clutched my hands into fists at my sides shouting her name. “Daenerys! I will kill you if you lay a hand on my children.”
“How dare you threaten me. State your name so I may know the woman so bold to challenge me. I wasn’t even aware another dragon lived in Westeros.” My sister raised a brow standing a few steps before me.
Keeping my gaze locked onto the gaze of my sister. “My name is Vaella Lannister, formerly the daughter of Kings Aerys II and Rhaella Targaryen. I am your older sister. This is my dragon Amethyst and my children Luciya and Rhaegar.”
“When you say Lannister do you mean Jaime Lannister?” She asked me in a very cold tone.
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Narcos Fic: Old Habits Die Hard (Chap. 19)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24
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Pairing: Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo
Words: 7,943
Summary: Javier and Horacio deal with the aftermath of a fraught morning and try to make the most of life in Madrid. Meanwhile, Señora Romero and Chucho have some words of wisdom (as usual) for them.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Emotional smut (including ass play, spanking and aftercare), brief discussions of PTSD symptoms and healing, grief and parental loss, discussions of sexuality/coming out, allusions to period-typical and historical prejudices, smoking, swearing.
Notes: So, here's the second part of their Madrid adventures at last! But where to next? 👀 I'm currently working on chapter 20, which is taking a while because life, and also I swear the closer to the end I get, the harder it is to write lol.
Thank you once again to anyone still reading, or anyone who has recently jumped on board this emotional rollercoaster. I'm blown away by the comments I've received over the last couple of years and I still love hearing from people, so please feel free to drop me a line if you'd like to ❤️
I’ve also added to my OHDH trivia post to cover this chapter if anyone is interested.
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Chapter 19: In The Same Boat
After breakfast and back at their apartment, Horacio took a shower, relieved to finally be rid of his running clothes now that the sweat had long since dried.
Javier soon joined him, capturing his waist from behind as eager lips met salty wet skin.
Horacio didn’t question why Javier was on his second cleansing of the day, instead nudging against the ridge of his shoulder, letting the steam envelop them and the hot jets wash away the stress of an eventful morning.
They wanted answers about what happened in their absences, but for now, their bodies did the talking. They gave into unspoken needs and an insistent craving to be as close as possible now further hurdles had been overcome, even if they weren’t sure which ones yet.
If Javier was hungrier and more demanding with what he took, Horacio indubitably noticed but didn’t object. How could he mind Javier’s nails scraping and scoring, marking Horacio like conquered territory?
Or the way he crouched between Horacio’s spread legs, parting generous handfuls of firm flesh, mouthing and biting with fervour along each buttock towards their inner seams, the bristle of facial hair scratching in all the right places.
Javier was guided by the moans above him as his nose pressed forwards, licking a trail north and south, alternating between flattening his tongue and outlining meandering patterns, skirting down to Horacio���s perineum and back up. Because anything less wouldn’t have been enough.
All Horacio could do was steady himself against the wall with one hand, the other rolling over supple skin and the taut ridges of his pectoral and abdominal muscles, ebbing and flowing like the Sierra de Guadarrama, a bittersweet reminder of his Andean homeland on their doorstep.
He engulfed and tweaked his nipples, journeying below the soft slope of his stomach and groin, fondling his balls, his fingers briefly making contact with Javier’s mouth and grounding them instantly.
A desperate growl rumbled through Horacio’s chest as he clenched his fist around the shaft of his cock and tugged in time with Javier lapping at the tight ring of muscle until he broached it. Shallow thrusts to begin with, increasing the depth and pace the fiercer Horacio shook and shuddered.
Javier never grew tired of being the one to reduce Horacio to a lascivious wreck, knowing it was an honour exclusively bestowed upon him, made even sweeter now they were no longer looking over their shoulders, waiting for a cruel twist of fate to intervene.
With that thought fresh in Javier’s mind, he didn’t hold back, devouring with ravenous greed, the ache in his knees insignificant compared to the sounds he was drawing from Horacio, who was all wounded grunts and choked back sobs, and it was music to Javier’s ears.
It didn’t take much for Horacio to fall apart on the fire of Javier’s tongue and the ice of his own iron grip, his eyes screwed shut and his spare hand thumping against the porcelain tiles as he came with a silent cry, teeth clamped down on his bottom lip for the benefit of their neighbours.
Once Horacio had recuperated, Javier peeled himself off the floor and manoeuvred them under the faucet, their mouths fusing together as they rinsed off. There was no let-up, the rough collision of limbs building momentum until Javier’s breathless invocations echoed as loudly around the room as the sweet percussion of a palm against his ass, a slow burn blush blooming with each prayer answered.
“Are you sure?” had been Horacio’s first question, always compelled to check in whenever Javier displayed vulnerability like this.
But Javier was certain. He needed it in the way his lungs sucked on air. Needed Horacio to hold the reins now, to clear his mind so he could focus on the present. On every sensation, word of encouragement and exhalation. To leave physical evidence on Javier’s body, an undeniable reminder that Horacio was here, safe, and trusted to take care of him precisely how he desired.
So, who was Horacio to refuse? Not when Javier’s supplicating gaze scorched his own, kindling an inscrutable and mortifying urge to sink to his knees and recite the Pledge of Allegiance.
But instead, he positioned Javier facing the tiles, smoothing his hand back and forth, massaging each pert cheek to stimulate the blood flow, letting the anticipation build because he knew that was part of the thrill for Javier, not knowing when he would strike.
Seconds of stillness followed; the steady stream of water the only sound to be heard until Horacio permeated the silence with the flat of his palm.
He started off with little more than a mild tap, gauging where Javier was at, easing into it and letting him dictate how far this went.
A series of progressively bracing swats came next, alternating from side to side, caressing the areas he targeted as a balm to the prickling heat. “You’re doing so good for me, Javier,” he praised, his free hand stroking up and down Javier’s back in reassurance. “Tell me what you need.”
Javier’s forehead rested on his hand against the wall, his teeth wedged into his fist whenever Horacio let loose. “I need more,” he stated after taking a deep breath, knowing Horacio would waver in granting his request without such succinct clarity.
Several more vigorous slaps ensued, causing something between a huff and a groan to release from Javier’s throat as his body jerked and his cock twitched. “Harder,” came his response no sooner had the vibrations reached the seat of his ass.
Horacio took his time despite Javier’s demand, subduing with delicate circles as though polishing fine glass, allowing the cascading water to counteract the sting.
There was an agonising pause, rendering it impossible for Javier to second guess when it would end until it was too late.
A crystal clear thwack crackled through the air, followed by another and another, sending Javier into a wave of spasms that left bite marks on the back of his hand and tears welling in his eyes.
He was sure there must be pain buried beneath the pleasure that he would feel later, but for now, he was floating, delirious, gone. Fuck any drug the cartels had to offer because no way in hell could it ever be as good as this.
But he was determined not to take himself in hand or grind against the tiles; that was too easy. This required complete concentration and discipline, reducing Javier’s existence to nothing but Horacio’s touch and his response.
“Horacio, please.” He panted out his final beg for mercy, knowing it wouldn’t take much more to bring him home.
Horacio couldn’t be sure if it was the light glinting in the trickling water droplets, illuminating the imprint of his hand that had him fraying at the edges, or how his palm tingled, triggering a chain reaction all the way down to his groin again. But before he could stop himself, he covered Javier’s back with his body, his left hand meeting Javier’s on the wall.
The scent of Javier’s shampoo was potent, intoxicating, and lethal as Horacio buried his face in a mass of thick, damp hair, almost knocking the wind out of them simultaneously. They kept still, both trying to deepen their tremoring breaths, Horacio counting to 10 in his head and Javier closing his eyes in preparation.
Horacio retreated, leaving his left hand connected with Javier’s whilst his right resumed its position, gently cupping and kneading, teasing his knuckles between Javier’s cheeks.
There was a lull in movement, the tide receding as a prelude to the incoming tsunami, their pulses deafening in their ears as time froze and suspended them in a torturous self-imposed vacuum.
But then a seismic release set them free, plunging Javier’s weight against the tiles, no amount of chewing on his fist able to suppress the whimpered cry or control his quivering form as he came with Horacio’s name somewhere on the tip of his tongue but lost amidst the onslaught of concentrated bliss.
He couldn’t move even if he wanted to, merely trying to breathe whilst Horacio removed the shower hose from its cradle, letting the restorative warmth of the water soothe the tenderness, the temperature gradually reducing to lukewarm then cooler once Javier was accustomed to it, extinguishing the flames.
Horacio dried them off, dabbing the towel meticulously over Javier until he replaced it with chaste kisses then sweet almond oil, mapping a path across his ass, covering every inch, and taking extra time with the rawest patches of skin. He needed this part of the ritual as much as Javier did. Needed to be the caregiver at both ends of the spectrum and to still be touching Javier because that was what he needed in return.
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They delayed dressing in favour of entangling themselves beneath the bedsheets after rehydrating and sharing a bowl of fresh strawberries bought from their favourite food market the previous day. It wasn’t as though they had anywhere to be, after all.
A solitary cigarette passed between them, the only nicotine-fuelled vice of the day worth having anymore. It was customary for either man to trace patterns through chest hair as he took a drag, their fingers and lips meeting somewhere in the middle, transferring cigarette and smoke in one smooth motion.
Their cigarette was now stubbed out in the ashtray by the bed, swapped for playing with each other’s hands whilst Javier lay tucked into Horacio’s side.
His fingers skimmed over the coarse edges of Horacio’s, sliding to the softness at the centre of his palm, then down to his wrist. Javier lingered until he got what he came for, the slow, steady beat keeping his own rhythm in check after a fraught start to the morning.
From there, Horacio dusted kisses across Javier's knuckles until Javier unfurled his fingers, offering them up for the same treatment, and Horacio gladly obliged.
It could have been minutes or hours they lay like this, lost in touch, neither wanting to break the spell.
But as Horacio’s hand snaked up Javier’s torso, pausing to play with the warmed silver chain, he folded first. “I’m sorry I was late.”
“You don’t need to apologise for being cornered. These things happen.”
“It wasn’t just that, though.” Horacio stroked his thumb over the surface of the cross. For comfort or courage, or both, he wasn’t sure. He explained everything about Álvaro, even down to the disconcerting parallels he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. “He could’ve been me, Javier. He was me. And if it hadn’t been for you – for us – I think he still would be. Either that, or I’d be dead.”
“But he’s not you. You’re not that man anymore. Look how far you’ve come, Horacio. You got out. And you found your inner cowboy.”
Horacio gave Javier a withering look, ignoring the devilish spark in his eyes. “I’m not a fucking cowboy.”
“But that’s what you want, though, right? To be a rancher?”
Horacio had thought long and hard about this, especially when confronted with the ghosts of his old life. Any worries about being lured back in were swiftly abated. If anything, it confirmed what he, deep down, already suspected. “Yeah, I think I do. But only if you still want to move back to Texas.”
“I thought I’d never move back. But after I left Colombia, you seemed so at home. And for once, so did I.” Javier didn’t say the rest out loud because he didn’t need to. His book dedication had done it for him.
“I was,” was all Horacio managed to get out before he kissed Javier, unhurried and thorough.
“It’s not like I’ve got any career plans lined up elsewhere anyway,” Javier added once they pulled apart.
“There’s still time to figure it out.”
A knowing smile passed over Javier’s lips. “That’s what Señora Romero said this morning. After I fucking lost it because you were a few minutes late.” His smile morphed into a self-deprecating scoff, traces of embarrassment still left over despite the kindness he had been shown.
“What?”
Now it was Javier’s turn to open up; for the second time that day. He reclined against Horacio’s chest, the fingers stroking through his hair relaxing his mind and muscles as he talked.
“Fuck, Javier, I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, hey, no. It’s not your fault. And it’s not your responsibility to fucking babysit me. I was fine after a drink and a pep talk.”
Horacio strained his neck to meet Javier’s eye with an incredulous look.
“Okay, well, after that, then.”
“I didn’t go too far, did I?”
“No. It was perfect,” Javier replied without hesitation, meeting Horacio’s gaze head-on and with ease. A simmering afterglow had overtaken the initial sensitivity, but he was confident he would feel it for the rest of the day, maybe even tomorrow if he was lucky. “Was, er, was it good for you too?”
The luscious whip of his palm was still vivid in Horacio’s mind, along with Javier’s pleas for more and the spiral of his tongue as he fucked and feasted. Not to mention how the tension they had been carrying throughout the morning visibly dissipated in the aftermath.
“I think perfect just about covers it,” he replied, hunting down Javier’s mouth again before they collapsed into each other’s arms.
“Señora Romero’s been through a lot too,” Javier said after a soporific silence almost tempted them towards slumber.
“I know. She never talked about it much. But after the bombing, she mentioned Spain was always carrying old wounds.”
“I guess we all are. So, there are bound to be bad days sometimes.”
Horacio hummed in agreement against Javier’s forehead. “I should’ve been there with you, though.”
“You’re here now.”
Another string of kisses followed, the next more charged than the last. Because now wasn’t just tomorrow, the next day, week, month, or even year. Now was the rest of their lives.
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They could easily have whiled away the rest of the day in bed. But the sun’s heat had broken through the haze of early morning fog by lunchtime, and it was the ideal afternoon for a walk around El Retiro Park.
The park was rarely quiet, but it was vast enough to disperse the crowds into all corners. They started with the gardens and fountains, one, in particular, stopping them in their tracks.
“Well, that’s…striking,” Javier said, cocking his head and taking off his aviators to get a better look at the imposing statue in front of them.
“La Fuente del Ángel Caído. The Fountain of the Fallen Angel. It’s the moment Lucifer was cast out of heaven.”
Javier turned to Horacio with a raised brow. “So, are you an expert in all artistic impressions of the devil, or just this one?”
Horacio feigned an irked glare. “I used to run this way sometimes with it being so close to the Consulate.”
“Oh, well, that’s a relief.”
It was the truth, but at that time of Horacio’s life, there was a strange and dark affinity to be found with the story of a fallen angel in exile. Occasionally, he would stop to study the fountain in all its horrifying glory, a visceral reminder of why he was here.
They quickly moved on to the Palacio de Cristal, the weather optimal for the impressive architecture above them. Sunbeams descended a halo down from the glass roof, a hush spreading through the crowd as they craned their necks in awe. It gave the building the peaceful atmosphere of a church, but it was a world away from the harsh wooden pew Horacio had prayed in every week.
Without meaning to, his hand brushed against Javier’s as they stood side-by-side, barely a hair’s breadth between them, and too subtle to be noticed by anyone around them.
Javier didn’t flinch, didn’t even look in Horacio’s direction, yet for the briefest of moments, their fingers connected in a way that could have been passed off as accidental if necessary. But of course, they knew there was nothing accidental about them whatsoever.
They came to the lake next, sitting on steps that led up to a grand monument by the water. On the base of it lay a statue of King Alfonso XII with three smaller ones beneath representing peace, freedom and progress, a stark contrast to the Fallen Angel.
“I never found the time to come down here before, but it’s a beautiful spot,” Horacio said, wishing he was wearing his Stetson now he was having to squint in the sun.
“Yeah, it is.”
Somewhere between arriving at the lake and finding a free spot, Javier exchanged conversation for staring out across the water.
Whilst watching the hire boats glide backwards and forwards, out of nowhere, he was reminded of the river back home. The traffickers made it look as easy as a leisure pastime. Like they never got the memo about the turbulent currents that required navigating life as the Rio Grande did, flowing in limbo and helplessly watching the gulf between each side widen like a splitting wound.
Javier vaguely remembered hearing stories from his Abuelas and Abuelos about their journeys across the border. But it wasn’t a subject he and Chucho talked about much. Officially, that was due to Chucho being so young at the time, but unofficially, Javier wasn’t stupid. He knew of the bleak dangers and challenges involved with moving to el otro lado, as he often heard the other side called, more so now than back then, and he always suspected there were stories his Pops would rather keep to himself.
“Hey, you still in there?”
Horacio’s voice brought Javier back down to earth. “Yeah. Sorry.”
It was typical of him to be sitting here ignoring Horacio and the scenery in favour of daydreaming about the very place they came here to take a break from. Their late morning interlude had apparently taken it out of him, and he was already reverting to losing himself in thought rather than focusing on the present.
But as Javier went through the day’s events, his attention still on the lake, an idea came to him. He could sense he was being watched as a playful smirk took hold. “Fancy a ride?”
It didn’t take long for Horacio’s mind to wander, despite the fact he could plainly see what Javier was referring to. Always the tease, which he’d no doubt pay for later. “Only if you take it in turns with the rowing.”
“Deal.”
Soon after, they set off from the jetty in a pale blue and white rowing boat. Horacio took the oar first, the reason already paying dividends as he watched Javier trying but failing not to fixate on Horacio’s arms.
“Nice view out here,” Horacio deadpanned.
Javier cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, triggering a welcomed reminder from a matter of hours ago and handing victory straight to Horacio. “You could say that.”
That was all Horacio had wanted in the way of revenge because two could play at that game.
They rowed in comfortable silence, taking in their picturesque surroundings and the fact it was easy to be around others yet still be alone here. From a quick glance at other boating parties, there was a diverse mix of groups and couples, and no one appeared remotely interested in them for a change. It was an antidote to the heavy conversations and emotions from earlier, even if that had been a necessary step for them to take.
“Do you think this still counts as a bad day?” Javier asked now that Horacio had taken a break from rowing, letting them slowly drift in the deserted end of the lake.
“A bad start, maybe. But I think we might’ve just about salvaged it.”
“Me too.”
Their eyes met across the boat, the afternoon light casting them in a golden hue. Their feet were the only part of them touching, both a frustration and a catalyst. But they knew that would be rectified once in the privacy of their apartment.
“We better be getting back,” Horacio said with reluctance. “Especially as it’s your turn to row.”
That earned him a “Fuck you” and a splash of water in his general direction.
But Javier accepted the oar, and set a course back to the jetty, Señora Romero’s words still echoing in his ears.
Because she was right; they couldn’t always be in the same boat. It was unrealistic to expect otherwise. But they could work hard to be as much as possible. They could take turns to bear the load, be the other’s anchor and cherish the times they succeeded. And today was proof of that.
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In the week before Easter, there were celebrations across the city for La Semana Santa. Whilst Javier and Horacio preferred peace and quiet to the processions through the streets, they couldn’t say no to Señora Romero’s invitation to a festive meal.
As it turned out, they were also roped into helping with food preparations in exchange for an extra pitcher of lemonade and leftovers to fill their freezer up to the brim.
Señora Romero’s family were to visit the next day, so they made multiple batches, and it was all hands on deck. They prepared an array of dishes, including espinacas con garbanzos, empanadas, croquetas de bacalao, bartolillos madrileños, buñuelos de viento, flores fritas, and torrijas, passing along their contributions like a conveyer belt, Señora Romero issuing instructions without even looking up from her work.
“My Mamá would’ve evicted us from the kitchen by now,” Javier said after his first attempts at frying flores fritas resulted in a sea of uneven misshapes floating in the pan of hot oil.
“No such luck today, Javier. Try holding the mould for longer in the oil after each one. The batter won’t stick to it if it’s not hot enough.”
Javier did as he was directed. And lo and behold, Horacio soon was sprinkling sugar and cinnamon over light, crisp, fully-defined flowers.
“And give yourselves some credit,” Señora Romero continued, finishing cutting up her empanada dough and spooning filling into the segments. “Your tamales are delicious. My lot will be lucky if there are any left by tomorrow. You’ll have to tell me your secret.”
Repeating their success from Laredo had been a challenge in their apartment kitchen as it wasn't as well-equipped or organised as Chucho’s. There must have been something about the simple domesticity of the situation that appealed to them – or perhaps memories from the guesthouse – as they found a pleasing way to pass the time whilst their tamale fillings cooked, involving Javier sitting on top of the kitchen unit, legs wrapped around Horacio and their hips grinding together. They didn’t undress, the friction of their jeans enough to have the desired effect.
“Oh, just plenty of practice over the years.” Javier's tone was guileless, although the roguish expression he fixed Horacio with told another story.
The heat rising in Horacio’s cheeks rivalled the pot of oil simmering on the stove, and it was time to rescue the conversation fast. “Erm, yeah, the pork ones are my Abuela Margarita’s recipe. Alejandra and I made them every Christmas. My Papá would watch us like a hawk. He said it was so we didn't burn the house down, but I think he wanted to be first in line for the tamales.”
It seemed stupid in hindsight, but Horacio looked forward to his Papá checking up on them like that because it at least meant he was home and spending time with them rather than with his work. It meant he was proud of Horacio, even if it was in the most trivial of ways.
“My Mamá made them when I was a kid. Pop insisted on the beef being from our best cattle, though, because he always wanted the best for us." The mischief in Javier's eye had been replaced with something more earnest. That had been the one role his Mamá allowed his Pops to undertake when it came to the tamales, and it was a role taken seriously.
“So many of my family’s traditions started in the kitchen. Recipes I use in the café were handed down to me through the generations, ones I’ve made with care and love; over and over again. What better way to remember those no longer around?" Señora Romero broke off to place her tray of egg-washed empanadas into the oven. "And that would certainly explain it too.”
“Explain what?” Horacio asked.
“Your secret,” she replied with a simple smile, as though it was the most obvious statement anyone could ever have made.
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The morning passed in the blink of an eye as they filled the apartment with a tempting blend of aromas, and it was late afternoon when they sat down to enjoy the fruits of their labour.
Plates, bowls, and dishes filled the table, and they tucked into a feast that rivalled one of Chucho’s. Not that Javier dared to ever tell his Pops that.
Once they had eaten as much as their stomachs allowed and chatted over coffee long past sunset, Javier bid Señora Romero goodnight, taking two large Tupperware boxes of leftovers back to their apartment, a haul that would stave off hunger for at least a month or two.
Horacio stayed behind to help Señora Romero clear up the kitchen. He was the designated washer whilst she dried, on account of knowing where to put each item back in its rightful place.
Once all the cutlery, cups, and plates were washed, Horacio refilled the sink, a comfortable lull in conversation settling over them.
“It was him, wasn’t it?” Señora Romero asked after she delivered a second load of dishes to be washed. “When I asked if there was someone back home.”
Horacio switched the tap off now the sink was full, concentrating intently on swirling soap suds and a cloth around the serving bowl he had plunged under water. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, dear. You didn’t owe me an explanation then, and you don’t owe me one now. I understand when the newspapers have been no better than the days of Franco. And mark my words; those were dark, dark days.”
A righteous anger erupted from the surface in Señora Romero’s tone. It was one that Horacio had rarely heard but recognised and understood instantly.
“Spain’s old wounds,” he stated rather than asked.
“On good days, I like to think of it more as scar tissue.”
“Makes sense.”
“We used to hide people whenever there were raids. Sometimes you’d know why they were hiding. Other times, you didn’t ask; you just did it. Anything to keep them from harm. So, please know that you and Javier will always be safe here.”
“Thank you. That means a lot.”
“How was it living in Texas?”
“There was gossip, a few looks and comments, as you can imagine. But Chucho, Javier’s father, was like – he treated me like family.”
“Sounds like we’d get along. And what about your family?”
“I, er, haven’t told them. Alejandra knows I’m here but not why or who I’m with. I never told her or my Mamá about Laredo either. So, I know I owe them the truth.”
“It’s your truth, and you decide if or when you share it with anyone else, Horacio. I can’t pretend to know your family, but if my child or brother had been through everything you have, I’d count my blessings he was alive and well. And happy.”
A palm landed on Horacio’s soapy hand resting at the edge of the sink, the last few dishes now cleared. He had no words to offer beyond thank you, even if that felt wholly inadequate.
He wished her goodnight, returning home to join Javier in bed, both wiped out after a busy day of good company and far too much food.
Horacio slotted himself in front of Javier, back to chest. Slow, deep exhales and groggy mumbles passed between them as Javier instinctively scooped Horacio closer to him, an acknowledgement of each other’s presence without the expectation of conversation.
Javier soon fell back to sleep, leaving Horacio caught somewhere in the middle as snapshots that could have been dreams or memories – or both – played like an old slideshow in his head.
In one, he and Alejandra were kids again, flicking water from the kitchen sink and squealing with delight. He couldn’t see them, but he knew their parents were in the next room as faint traces of their voices travelled through the house.
In another, Horacio was his current age, standing at the sink in what he remembered of Alejandra’s kitchen in Manizales. Every surface was piled high with dishes waiting to be washed and dried. A flash of movement in the corner of his eye revealed his Papá walking briskly across the room, his police uniform a vivid green even though the outline of his form was incorporeal.
Horacio followed and called after him as they made their way through the house, but there was no response. He looped back to where he started, his father now gone as he stood by the sink with hands submerged in hot, soapy water. He noticed the dishes stacked on the drainer were somehow clean, so pulled the plug, water whirlpooling down the drain until all that was left was suds…and a glint of gold. He reached through the bubbles until he was grasping his father’s necklace.
That was enough to pull him fully awake, the spasm in his limbs causing a chain reaction as Javier roused too.
“You okay?”
“Hmm, yeah, I think I was dreaming. I’m fine, though.” Horacio shuffled them around the other way, placing a reassuring kiss at the nape of Javier’s neck. “Go back to sleep.”
It was likely an exchange neither would remember in the morning. But as they settled down again, and Javier placed their hands over the crucifix at his sternum, Horacio swore he could feel an invisible weight around his own neck.
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The transition between spring and summer in Madrid was abrupt if you weren’t used to it. But one advantage to August was most Madrileños escaped to the coast or mountains for respite from the heat. It left the city emptier than usual, which was more than fine by Javier and Horacio.
It was a strange contradiction for them to seek refuge in a city as lively as Madrid when they preferred the tranquillity of ranch life these days, but city living brought anonymity. Las Posadas was like being under the microscope, whereas no one bothered them here.
Prime shaded spots in the park or the outdoor seating at cafés and restaurants were plentiful. And there were no problems hiring a boat at El Retiro Park before the hottest part of the day kicked in. Then they would hide out in their apartment during siesta hours.
It was doubtful if many people actually slept during siesta these days. But it did mean some shops closed for a few hours, and a general hush would fall over the city.
Sometimes, they would watch T.V. and old films or listen to the radio. Occasionally, Horacio would read aloud to Javier like last Christmas, the significance of Lorca’s words being spoken in their shared apartment, in this country not lost on them. On reflective days, it was rare but not unheard of for hands to connect, their cross clasped between their palms and their minds quiet.
There were also regular phone calls to Laredo, Miami and Medellín. It was funny; in the months they had been in Madrid, Javier had spoken more with his Pop than his entire time in Colombia. His Mamá was often a topic of conversation, Javier making sure to tell his Pops he’d been reading her book here as instructed.
“She always had her head in a book. And she always dreamed of travelling. She was like you when she was younger; she had her heart set on leaving Laredo. Even though your grandparents did everything they could to keep them here. But maybe that was why she wanted to spread her wings; I don’t know.”
“What changed her mind?”
“She met me.”
“Oh, well, good to know ruining lives is a Peña family trait.”
“Think of it as a gift, Mijo. I can’t take all the credit, though. She built herself a good community here. And then, she got involved with the farmers’ unions before she was ill. I think she was just getting started.”
They moved on to how Abuelito Mauricio never intended to settle permanently in Texas. He had left Abuelita Imelda and their brood – Chucho being the eldest – back in a rural town in Guanajuato, and he would send his wages home to them each month. Once the then-small plot of land he scrimped and saved to purchase grew, and made a profit, the rest of the family followed.
“What did Abuela Rosa and Abuelo Guillermo do again?”
“Your Abuelo ran a grocery store downtown, and your Abuela was a seamstress. She did more than that, though, especially in the ‘30s, when they nearly lost the store. Some of their extended family were repatriated back to Michoacán. And many of their customers left for Mexico too. So, they had no staff, and takings were down. Your Abuela managed every cent and dollar of their finances. She’d mend clothes for a small fee or in exchange for food to make sure they never went without.”
“Sounds hard.”
“It was. The ranch struggled too. There weren’t many workers left, and most people couldn’t afford a lot of meat. But we were luckier than most. Some never came back, and even those who did were strangers on one side of the border and a threat on the other. Things got ugly for a while.”
“What happened to the ones who came back?”
“They had to start from scratch again. Local charities were set up to help with travel costs, finding somewhere to live, reuniting separated families, that sort of thing. Your grandparents did what they could to help. It was your Abuelita’s idea to build the guesthouses. Your Abuelito took on labourers struggling to find work for the construction. Then they hosted a few families until they got back on their feet. I think that's why your mother wanted to keep them over the years – because someone always needs them.”
It wasn’t the first time Javier had been told about his family history, but it might have been the first time he asked. And it was strange how differently the same pieces of information could be interpreted depending on the stage of life in which they were shared. In his youth, it was hard to see the drawbacks of leaving Laredo. Because anywhere else had to be better.
But now, all he could think was how much of a throw of the dice it was. Too many families weren’t as lucky as his parents; they never got the option of crossing back over the bridge or pursuing the illusive American Dream. And if fate had decided otherwise, Javier could have grown up on the bank of the Río Bravo rather than the Rio Grande.
Chucho would also discuss ranch business with Horacio, updating him on staff changes, how the newborn calves were thriving, and the latest local gossip.
“Ciro’s thinking of selling up,” he informed Horacio one afternoon.
“Hasn’t he threatened that before?”
“Oh, plenty of times when his back plays up. Or when the weather’s on the turn. But Malena’s health isn’t so good now. And like me, Ciro’s not getting any younger. He was talking about moving closer to their daughter in San Antonio.”
Ciro and Malena Ortega owned the corn farm next door and had been there long since before Javier was born. They had always shared a close professional and personal relationship with the Peñas by selling them feed grain for the livestock and helping in any way possible during and after Mariana’s illness.
“Have they found a buyer? Or are we going to need a new supplier?”
“Not sure yet, to be honest, Mijo. I’ll keep you posted.”
They rounded off their catch-up with the latest on Luna’s, Sol’s and Leo’s adventures. But when Horacio discovered that Luna still waited outside the guesthouse door from time to time, he almost booked himself on the next flight to Laredo.
He had also managed to catch up with Trujillo a couple of times. But it was hard pinning down a busy Major tasked with clearing up whatever dregs were left of the Medellín cartel. After Steve opened his big mouth about Trujillo’s girlfriend, Horacio had half a suspicion he was being avoided deliberately.
In Miami, Connie was back in the E.R. part-time now Olivia was old enough for day-care. A promotion and countless commendations had been thrown Steve’s way since the New Year. If anyone suspected he was the source of the Cali intel – and both Javier and Steve knew someone would – they didn’t let on, apparently too busy getting off on the reflected glory of the Escobar circus.
“There’s a rumour we’re gonna be offered a fuckin’ book deal,” Steve said with a bemused snigger during one of their phone calls.
“A rumour from who?”
“My boss. My boss’ boss. Probably my boss’ boss’ boss. How about it, Javi? Fancy being an author now you’re unemployed? We could make a fortune.”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” was Javier’s only response to that suggestion.
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Regardless of what they did during siesta hours, one thing often led to another. They were hot and sweaty anyway, might as well fully commit or continue in the shower if the heat got too much.
Even though they didn’t have jobs to get back to, it was an indulgence to set aside time in the middle of the day for sex. It couldn’t have been further from their previous lives. But here, they could drag it out as long as they liked, teasing and edging each other, keeping their bodies still for as long as possible. It was as relaxing as it was arousing, intimate as much as it was erotic, and an apt way to spend downtime gifted to them by the city that once kept them apart.
This time, they had been reading on the bed before becoming distracted by lying mouth to cock in exquisite symmetry across the mattress. It was all bobbing heads and bucking hips swallowed down with muffled purrs of pleasure until they were satiated.
Fresh out of the shower, Horacio lay back on his pillow with a towel around his waist. From this angle, the mirrored wardrobe door reflected the image of Javier in the same attire as he shaved over the bathroom sink. There was still something sacred about witnessing the day-to-day rituals like this, and it was impossible to take them for granted.
“Did you always know?” Horacio asked once Javier re-joined him.
A vague question on the face of it, but Javier had already seen his copy of Giovanni’s Room on Horacio’s nightstand with a bookmark slotted in the centre of it.
“Not always. But there was this new ranch hand when I was about 10 or 11. He must’ve been 23, 24. I never spoke to him, just watched him work. I thought I wanted to be like him – I think everyone thought I’d follow in Pops’ footsteps back then. But, er, one summer, I walked in on him changing his shirt in the stables and,” Javier broke off with a boyish grin, “that was that.”
“So, that’s why you have a thing for cowboys.”
“Just the one cowboy these days, actually.” Javier shifted to face Horacio, fingers dipping beneath his towel seam until he squirmed. “Nothing ever happened with him; I was just a kid. I tried to ignore it, went to church, chased girls. And obviously, I couldn’t tell anyone. But it was always there in the background. Like some sort of...fucking unscratched itch. Then at high school, I met Antonio.”
Javier hadn’t said his name out loud in decades, but it stung more than expected. Antonio was Javier’s first…not quite everything, but it felt like it at the time. For almost two years, they were inseparable. They shared similar heritage and backgrounds, although Antonio’s family were crop farmers rather than ranchers. Not that it mattered when they had twice as much land to explore in the holidays or when Javier needed to escape the deafening quiet of the farmhouse now that it was just him and Pops. Or when they hid in the cab of one of Antonio’s father’s harvesters, passing a bottle of Chucho’s whiskey between them until they were drunk enough to take the plunge.
The following months were a whirlwind of exhilaration, fear, discovery and shame. Like the door had been unlocked on something that had never been a possibility until it was. However, they knew it couldn’t last. It had been a close enough call on the afternoon that Chucho came home earlier than expected. But the beginning of the end came when, without warning, Antonio’s family sold their farm and moved back to Mexico. Javier never did find out why, but once the place was up for sale, Antonio was no longer allowed to visit the ranch. And the only time they saw each other, and the only place they could say goodbye, was at school.
It was clear to Horacio that Javier wasn’t going to elaborate further. And if he wasn’t telling, Horacio certainly wasn’t asking. “I was in my first year at the Academy.”
“You about to make me jealous with stories of all the men in uniform you had your way with?”
“If you must know, there was just one…Andrés.”
Horacio hadn’t thought about him in a long time, a ghost from the past he preferred to keep there. He and Andrés were assigned to the same training barracks when they were cadets. There were supposed to be another two trainees sharing their bunkroom, but one withdrew his place at the Academy at the last minute; the other was a no-show at the first induction meeting and was automatically excluded.
Without the camaraderie of other cadets in their sleeping quarters, they had no choice but to rely on the other for company, which was no easy feat at the beginning when neither was particularly talkative. Bit by bit, they bonded over their work, discovering they both had fathers further up the ranks. It was often a bone of contention for other cadets, but that was never a problem between them.
There were subtle signs, lingering looks, and shared smokes even before they started gravitating towards each other in the shower blocks. Whilst there was an unspoken eyes-down rule that wasn’t worth a man’s life to break, when they were the last ones left under the spray, gradually, glance by glance, it was broken until their eyes locked, breathing hard, fists clenched by their sides. Nothing happened there and then, but it was a different story later that night behind the safety of a closed door and beneath starched sheets.
They never talked about it, couldn’t even if they’d wanted to, which they didn’t because there was nothing to acknowledge in the first place. Yet it happened again and a few more times after that, always under the cover of darkness, apart from one reckless time in the shower block when they didn’t have the discipline to wait, the thrill of it heightened and tempered by the possibility of being caught in the act.
But then, one morning, Horacio woke to find Andrés’ bed made and his belongings gone. He had requested and been granted a transfer to his father’s regiment without telling anyone. A perk of being a General’s son, Horacio supposed. He never heard from Andrés again.
“Even after him, I brushed it off as…circumstantial. An occupational hazard.” Disbelief caught in Horacio’s throat at the blatant denial in that sentiment, but it wasn’t like he knew better. Not when dread and nausea washed away any unnameable fleeting feelings that may have surfaced in his pre-Academy days. “Women were the only option, so I buried myself in work and tried to forget.”
“Before ‘81, right?”
“Yeah. So, maybe a blessing in disguise.”
“No maybe about it.” Javier’s sight line suddenly landed on the ceiling, even though he was the one who went there first.
This wasn’t a subject they liked to talk about, but there was no escaping the way the last decade and more had played out, even when they were neck-deep in the world of cartels and cocaine. Maybe now the dust had settled, and their minds weren’t so full of work, they were finally able to come to terms with all of it. Maybe now they could see so much of their pasts had been born out of fear.
“I still got tested when I was with Juliana, though. And with you.”
“I was the same after Lorraine. And definitely when I was in Colombia.” Javier couldn’t help but laugh, even though it wasn’t funny to think of those days anymore. Not because he was ashamed of sex, but he couldn’t deny it had been a sticking plaster at times. In his defence, despite the stance of the Catholic Church, he used condoms. Until Horacio, that was. “I never would’ve let you…if I hadn’t been sure.”
“Me neither.”
Horacio rolled on his side until they were face-to-face, his hand cupping Javier’s cheek, gently coaxing his gaze back to him.
Their lips met, both fully aware they had survived two war zones when the odds were stacked against them. When too many men like them hadn’t been so lucky. They had seen the headlines, the ostracization, the mishandling, and those in power looking the other way. But they were still here, alive and well. Surer of themselves and each other than ever before.
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Javier sat down at the kitchen table, bleary-eyed and reaching straight for the pot of coffee left waiting for him, the rich scent alone beginning to stir him awake. As much as he preferred staying in bed wrapped around Horacio, that wasn’t the most comfortable option at this time of year. At least there was still shade to be found outside at this hour, and Horacio was to bring back a breakfast of hot, fresh churros from Café Romero on the route home from his run. So, Javier could hardly complain.
He was several sips into his coffee when a key turned in the lock.
Horacio came through to the kitchen carrying the churros and what appeared to be a newspaper with a small envelope perched on top of it.
“Perfect timing, I’m starving,” Javier declared as he grabbed the bag and divided the churros across two plates.
Horacio murmured a vague “Me too” in reply. But his attention was focused on the envelope, which was addressed to him in familiar handwriting.
He tore the edge of it carefully and pulled out a card, a proud smile spreading across his lips after just a couple of seconds.
“What’s that?” Javier asked as he dusted excess sugar off his fingers.
Horacio handed the card over without elaborating.
Javier read it and soon had a smile to match Horacio’s. “I take it we’re going, then?”
“Of course we are.” He joined Javier at the table, his stomach swooping like he had missed a step on the stairs. “But I think I need to make a phone call first.”
#Narcos fic#Narcos#Javier Peña#Horacio Carrillo#Carrillo#Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo#Pedro Pascal#Maurice Compte#Narcos fanfic#Narcos fanfiction#Narcos fan fic#My Fan Fic#My Narcos Fic
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Emerald Bank - POV Amgar
The green tower at the very edge of the city glowed brightly as Amgar descended the ramp to the main doors. She was straightening her blue tunic, which she had told to washed, cleaned of all urban dirt, decorated with silver raspberry-shaped pins and added a glittery shine. The whole thing looked quite rich. On her head she wore a green velvet cap from Verturia - the latest fashion from the famous designer Tera. She had to present herself as best as possible to the members of the banking council.
Amgar came from the illustrious Franciallas banking family. The last of the family. She never met any of them. It was just a name and a story she knew. She had no foster family. She was raised by an institution for highborn orphans. Funds were withdrawn from her family accounts and sent to the best schools and best practices so that she could one day become a member of the banking council.
The council consisted of three councilors. Her seat was empty for 20 years while she trained and studied, and the bank was managed by the other two councilors. One of them was Rionel Srebrna, a famous seducer and participant in many scandals. The second was the aged Otto Xenic. They both disliked each other due to differences in their views on life, but they were professional enough to care for the legacy.
Amgar approached the door and pulled out a green card with a silver raspberry. She placed it against the scanner and went inside.
She was greeted by the sight of a blue carpet in a room with many windows. In the middle of the room there was a large bench with three thrones behind it. Her heart tightened in her chest as she looked at the silver throne with a raspberry engraved on it. She moved closer and touched the armrest. The silver was cold but comforting. For a moment she imagined her dead parents… would they be proud… or…
She opened her eyes to the creak of a door on the other side of the room. A bald man with yellow eyes in flowing black robes with intricate gold embroidery on the sleeves and chest entered. He wore gold, round earrings in his ears.
'Lady Amgar' bowed his head and approached her, offering a gesture of friendship. His fingers lifted her hand as he kissed the back of her hand. 'It's an honor to meet you, my name is Lord Otto Xenic.' His yellow eyes stared at her.
'It's an honor,' she replied quietly, noticing the ring on Lord Otto's finger. Ring - eavesdropping. Hardly anyone recognized them, they were of different shapes and patterns, but Amgar had the advantage in that she used to make such rings on commission… you can't mistake those few streaks that an inexperienced person would not notice… but she made such rings in dorm every week during teenage years.
'Beautiful ring,' she smiled.
'A family heirloom,' replied the unfazed lord.
Amgar took her seat, glanced again at the councilor next to her, and wondered why the bank lord had a ring to record conversations.
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Because God is a Promise Keeper.
This is my boyfriend, Max— the guy who God had spoken to me about in the secret place and has been preparing me for for the past 3 years. This is who God has given me and he’s a pretty awesome bean. What God has spoken, what God has promised, will come to pass. None of His words will ever return to Him void, but will accomplish what He pleases and will prosper wherever He has sent it in the earth.
In April 2020, God told me I’d be getting married, and that year was full of many confirmations, though I didn’t yet know who my husband was.
In 2021, God told me who my husband was (Max), but I wavered in faith. I believed, then I doubted. Believed, doubted. Believed, doubted. And that doubt led to confusion, which God is not the author of.
In March 2022, full of frustration, I prayed to God about this one last time: “God, I’m tired of being confused. Please just make it clear to me. If Max is my husband, simply tell me yes or no; let the first page that I open to be “yes” or “no.” With confidence and desperation, I grabbed a Bible from my grandma’s closet, and with my eyes closed, opened it up. When I opened my eyes, the very first word that my eyes landed on was “yes” (Job 13 message translation). It was a little scary, but God left me amazed. From that day forward, I believed without wavering.
In March 2023, Max asked me to be his girlfriend, and I of course said yes.
Now it’s only a matter of time until we’re married just as God said we would be. When will it happen? That, I don’t know. But I believe God and I believe that I will see a performance of everything He’s ever promised me. Soon there will be a ring on my finger and I’ll be able to tell my full testimony of what God has done in my life regarding the promise of a kingdom marriage.
Who knows, maybe this time next year, I’ll be married.
I just wanted to share this for anyone who has been and still is waiting for God’s promise to come to pass in their life. He’s such a faithful God. It may seem like it’s been forever or that you’re never going to come out of the waiting room, but God is not slack concerning His promise, nor has He forgotten. Have faith in God and take advantage of your time in the waiting because God is still making the necessary arrangements and is adding in the last few touches. And in due time, you’ll see that the wait was worth it all along, because what God is about to do in your life will be exceeding abundantly above all that you could ask or think.
Isaiah 55:10-11 | KJV
10 For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater:
11 So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
Ephesians 3:20-21 | KJV
20 Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,
21 Unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen.
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[ID copied from alt: A drawing of Dipper and Mabel Pines re-imagined as 20 somethings. Dipper has basically the same haircut along with bushy eyebrows and a whispy goatee. Mabel has poofy bangs and a long side ponytail. They are both wearing sweaters that say "24". Dipper additionally has on a vest and Mabel has on a party hat.
Panicking and grabbing his face, Dipper says "25 next year. We're gonna be 25 next year. I cant be 25! I still eat SANDWICHES every night for dinner!" Concerned, Mabel gestures with her hands and says "Dipper, stop it! You're thinking about this all wrong!" The scene cuts to a close up of her face. She says "It's not-" Mabel clutches her chest in fear as she continues "Augh! I'm gonna be 25! The world is ending right before my eyes!" adding "It's-"
Mabel puts one arm around dipper and gestures out to the world with the other as she smiles and says "Wow! We're gonna be 25! How cool is that??" Dipper looks disgruntled, but doesnt say anything yet. Mabel turns her head toward dipper and says "We'll be the age of so many sitcom characters! Think of all the zany shenanigans we might get into!" Jaded, Dipper responds "Right. Because being a washed up wreck with a hectic love life is something I'm always aspiring towards"
Mabel frowns at him. Dipper looks away sorrowfully, he says "That was mean, I'm sorry. I'm just not really feeling it this time Mabel." Mabel's expression saddens. The scene switches to just Mabel. She rubs her temples and puts on a serious face while she thinks "Come on girl, think. There must be SOME way you can get through to him!" From off screen, Dipper says "I'm sorry Mabel, I didnt mean to ruin the birthday vibes. I just-"
Mabel closes her eyes and cuts him off, saying "Shhh, shhh shut up". She turns to him and points at him while yelling "BIMBO!"
Dipper looks away in confused discomfort. Blankly, he asks her "What?" Mabel throws up her hands while she says "Bimbo Baggy! Hot elf movie! You made me watch it because you said it would teach me life lessons!" The scene shifts to just Dipper. Smiling, he says "Oh, lord of the rings?" Off screen Mabel replies "Yeah! That one! How old are the characters in that?"
Dipper holds his chin and grins while he looks up into the air. He says "Well, I dont remember if they mention it in the movies, but if you read the books you find out the Hobbits' ages range from 29 to 50. Though for Hobbits their coming of age isnt until-" With a look of mild shock he says "30".
The scene shifts back to Mabel smiling sympathetically. She says "I have read the book. if being a 25 year old man is going to make you feel like you have to act all professional and serious and junk, maybe we should just be hobbits. Then maybe you can have fun like youre supposed to." Amused and touched, Dipper responds "Mabel, you dont have to trade away your sitcom era to be a hobbit with me."
Mabel smiles and shoots him a finger gun as she says "I never said it wouldn't be a hobbit sitcom. I'm gonna have relationship troubles with a hot elf who is cheating on me with an even hotter dwarf." End ID]
Cheers to everyone who is coming up on or has already entered their hobbit era! May the years bring you many new adventures! But be wary of hot elves!
And happy 24th birthday Dipper and Mabel!
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Haruto locked the dorm door He didn't want anyone walking in during this call. Wig in place? Check. Contacts? Check. Trendy outfit? Check. He took a deep breath setup the call.
<Video Call> Uncle Kenji didn't leave him waiting like he he did some of his other clients. They were family after all.
Hatsumura Kenji was a man in his early fifties, with salt and pepper slicked back hair and a face that looked two steps away from the underworld. He wore gold framed, tinted glasses with what looked like diamonds across the brow. For as long as Haruto could remember he'd only seen Uncle Kenji wear flashy suits that reeked of money. Today was no different. The older man wore a silver suit with a shark skin sheen.
"There's my boy," Uncle Kenji waved ring covered fingers at the screen when Haruto's image appeared. The gold rings were also an Uncle Kenji staple. He was sure if the old man took them off there would be tan lines against the man's tanned skin.
In the background , Haruto could make out the floor length windows of Uncle Kenji's high rise office. From memory, he knew there was a large mahogany desk, plush leather chairs, a matching couch, all in a rich chocolate color. There were framed pictures of Uncle Kenji's success stories. People he'd made famous. He desk, free from most clutter had had a hand full of tokens. One was a picture frame with the Ono family that was over a decade old. "I knew you would give your old uncle a call. Performing is in your blood."
"Yeah," Haruto said softly. He never really had to say a lot when Uncle Kenji was around. "What happens now?"
The plush leather chair creaked as the older man leaned back. He brought his hands to form a pyramid with his fingertips. "Now I need something to market," he said . "Are you still writing those songs?"
"Yes Uncle," he said. Haruto wrote a handful of songs since he came to Mugen. Three of them were offerings at Obon.
"Good,"said Uncle Kenji. "How about you send me 50 or so in the next month?" he said in a light tone.
"How the hell am I going to give you fifty songs on a month?" Haruto gasped.
"You are a bright boy," the agent said. "Let's see, what else, what else?" he tapped his fingers to his lips in thought. The musician's eyebrow twitched.
"What do you mean what else?" Haruto asked.
"You, my boy, are not a one trick pony, We got good reviews from your debut in America but the people will want more. The problem isn't your talent Haruto," said Uncle Kenji. "You have that in spades. It that no one knows who you are. The world is flooded with millions of hopefuls busting their butts. Your name helps but we still need that extra push to get you above the rest. "
Haruto could only listen. He'd made it his life's work to stay out of the spot light. Now that he wanted to step into it there weren't enough bulbs. Wait, social media.
"Uncle what if I do another cover?" he said. "Not like the one I did in America, but something else. "
"It's going to have to be one hell of a cover Haruto," said Uncle Kenji. "The Internet is flooded with them. "
"I know," he said. He had to think of something fast. "What about a duet," he said. "A duet in a music video. Full story and everything." he added.
Uncle Kenji watched him. Even though a monitor it felt like he was being broken down into little pieces.
"Alright, "Uncle Kenji said clapping his hands together. "Let's shoot a video. I'll set it up. Have this other person's people hit me up and we will work out the details. " Haruto nodded. That wasn't so bad. Now he just needed to find someone for this magical duet.
"Thank you Uncle Kenji," he said bowing his head. When he looked back at the screen he was still being analyzed. "Uncle?"
"What changed your mind?" he asked. Haruto shrugged. He knew that wasn't enough.
"I have to do something with my life right?" the 20 year old said in an even tone. That appeared to be enough. Uncle Kenji smiled.
"That's my boy!" he leaned forward and pointed at the screen. "I knew, i knew! I told your father that you would not be one of those who just lived in your father's shadow. You, Haruto have an amazing talent. Get me those songs as soon as you can. Your name will hold some sway, that and the video, we will take over the world." Haruto bowed his head again.
Just be a candle and share it with the world,he thought. He could do that.
"Have a good day Uncle Kenji," he said
"You too Haruto," he said. " Study hard, and don't forget those songs." With that, the call ended.
<> As soon as the screen went blank, Haruto fell back on the bed rubbing his temples.
He needed fifty songs and a duet partner. Fuck, he thought.
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I love to see my favourites suffer so. Had to write this. This is the first fanfic I’ve ever written and I’m still learning how Tumblr works so bear with me. Rafayel’s story will follow!
Caleb at Zayne’s wedding.
The Dreaded Day
It had rained for days, but the sun was now shining straight through the clouds to Caleb’s living room. He sighed and clutched the invitation in his hands. Caleb had feared this day. His two best friends were getting married. He had hoped that something would intervene at the last minute, like some freaky Wanderer accident. Anything so he didn’t have to attend.
Caleb was standing beside a mirror dressed in his best suit that had always been a bit ill-fitting for him. Oversized suit jacket made his shoulders look even broader than usual. Caleb stretched both hands and the crumpled invitation fell to the floor. He took a deep breath and walked to the door before he could change his mind.
Despite all the odds, the day went by. Even the worst of them did. Caleb had felt sick to his stomach throughout the whole ceremony, but he could only smile and pretend everything was okay. He didn’t want to be here, but he knew this day meant everything to the only person he held dear.
“Congratulations, pip-squeak!” Caleb heard himself saying as he hugged the bride and lifted her up.
“Thanks”, pip-squeak said, and her laughter rang in his ears.
”Zayne”, Caleb added, nodding to the man after realizing Zayne was watching them closely. “You have a beautiful bride! You better be good to her or-“ Caleb started but closed his mouth quickly. Zayne and pip-squeak were looking at him with way too serious expressions on their faces. Caleb cleared his throat and laughed.
”She is more than capable of taking care of herself. I just. I always thought pip-squeak…” He began but decided to take the safest route.
“I always knew you two would be endgame. Again, congratulations to both of you”, Caleb said, briefly looking at them before turning his head to his right.
”Isn’t that aunt May? I had something to say to her”, he said and quickly walked away from the happy couple.
“Caleb, wait!” he heard soon after and turned to face the voice. It was pip-squeak, but this time she was all alone.
“We’ll always be us, you know?”, pip-squeak started. “This”, she said, first gesturing with her right hand to the patio around them and then waving her ring finger on the left, “doesn’t have to change anything.” There was a small pause before she continued:
”You do know you’ll always be my brother, and no one can take that away from us.”
However, he wanted to be more than just an adoptive brother. He wanted to throw away everything they had. He wanted to confess his feelings, burning and destroying everything and everyone so they could be together forever. But he was too late. He had been too late ever since he came back from the dead, and pip-squake and Zayne were already dating. He’ve had his chance for over 20 years of her life, but he never said anything. So he just smiled the best happy smile he could muster and answered, “I do”.
Angsty Fanfic/Headcanon Request
Anyone want to write up how each of the guys would react to being invited to MC's marriage to one of the other guys? For the heartache.
Apparently I just want to be in pain. 😅
Maybe a follow up, for healing sake, each guys' reaction to marrying MC.
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Living for the hope of it all
“I stayed there” series ~ part VIII
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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader
Warnings: smut 18+ <minors dni>, oral ( f receiving), fingering, cursing, strong language, body insecurities, alcohol, anxiety, angst, fluff…. Hope I got it all
Plot: how can you handle the paparazzi when you are just a regular girl? How can you let Austin fully in, when you think you aren’t worthy of him?
Word count: ~6500
Disclaimer: the article at the beginning is made up by me and I don’t believe any of what I said it there, but you get it, fiction . Also this is not proof read so please ignore any mistakes, I’m too tired to check for them now.
Is he still playing Elvis?
"The ‘Elvis’ actor , Austin Butler, is quick to jump from one girl to the next, similar to the king of rock and roll, the 30 year old actor seems to go through lovers so fast that the lines between each relationship blend.
Just the other day, Butler, was photographed in L.A. sharing steamy kisses with a mysterious girl. The two of them had a brief make out session in the stars car and then drove away together. These pictures come out at a time when the actor is still believed to be in a relationship with 20 years old, model Kaia Gerber.
Could Austin have gone too far in his role as Elvis? As we know Presley was a womanizer back in the day and was accused of many infidelities.
No official response has yet to come from Austin or Kaia and the mystery girl remains unidentified, but with how crazy the fans are over the whole ordeal we are sure that won't stay like this for long"
I feel the phone slipping from my hand, but the intercom in the airport announcing the flights, wakes me up and I clench my fingers around the device. This can't me real, but it sure as fuck is. Pictures of me and Austin kissing in his car, right before we drove out. My face is pretty much covered by my hair and Austin's hands, but as the article said, fans usually figure these things out, quite fast. My heart feels like it weights about 300 pounds in my chest. If my mom sees this, I'm done for. If they find out who I am, I'll have this all over me, paparazzi, crazy fans upset I took their chance. My whole career could be ruined. And what if the article speaks the truth, what if he lied? About him and Kaia? Oh god I'm so stupid. Fuck me!
I want to smash the phone on the pavement, jump on it and light it on fire. This article just destroyed everything and it reminded me I'm not enough. If I were a celebrity like him, this would've been water under the bridge, but I'm a commoner, I'm a nobody. I have to keep calm for today, this is Emma's and Betty's day, I have to be ok for them. I can fall apart after they leave for their trip to Bahli, tomorrow. I close the article and wonder if he's seen. Probably not yet, since it's 6am and he's probably sleeping.
Putting my phone on 'do not disturb' I put it at the bottom of my bag and scan the airport for Emma's black hair. Sure enough she's found me before I did her. Walking towards me with a huge smile, I try to fake my bast one for her, ignoring the sting in my eyes. "Emma, it's so good to see you!" I say hugging her tight. "I missed you to flower" as we pull apart and help her with the bags, I laugh at the nickname she gave me years ago. "So when is it going to happen, I can't wait" she squeals, clapping her hands. I stop in my tracks, face shocked. "What- what do you mean?" I ask.
Emma giggles shaking her head. "Come on, flower, you know Betty, she can't keep a secret if her life depended on it. She texted me a picture of the ring a moth ago, she thinks she grabbed my phone and deleted it before I saw, but the message popped up on my computer as well." Letting out a shaky laugh, putting a hand over my heart, I keep on walking towards the car. "I should have known" we laugh as we load her bags in my car. "Yeah, she tried really hard, so don't tell her I know" Emma begs, buckling herself in the passenger seat. "I won't" and as realization hits me, I look at her smiling. "Does this mean, you'll say yes?" Tears of joy gather in my eyes as she nods her head, whipping away some tears as well. We hug tightly and cry together. At some point I don't know it I'm crying happy tears for them or bitter tears for me, but when we bring ourselves back together, I feel so much lighter.
Turning on the car and backing out of the parking lot, I turn the radio on. "So we kinda have to stay away from Betty and the apartment for the whole day" my fingers drum against the steering wheel with the beat of the music. "And our first thing in the list is breakfast." Emma giggles in her seat. "Can I pick where we eat?" She asks and I nod approvingly. "Anywhere that has mimosas, I was told to bring you in slightly buzzed." Throwing her head back laughing, she puts the directions in my gps.
The place she chose is sweet and small, it has those L.A. vibes of nature, fairytale cafe. We order and enjoy a good breakfast, over some juicy gossip about some of her colleagues as well as some of mine. She tells me about the job at the D.A.'s office, Emma is excited to finally score a secure job since finishing law school over a year ago. I tell her about my new cat and she begs me to take her over to the apartment real quick so she can meet the fur ball. I of course decline and tell her she and Betty will have the place all to themselves tonight and she can enjoy meeting Boots later.
After breakfast we drive to the mall, she insists on buying new outfits for the both of us. "We need to look fabulous in my engagement photos, no way are we going to wear something old." Her wish is my command today, so I bite my tongue accepting my fate. If you know Emma, you know, fashion is her favorite thing in the world, so it takes us no less then 4 hours to find something to wear. A blush pink short dress for me, with a decent amount of cleavage showing, but still modest and a champagne gold sequence strappy dress for her. Both are beautiful and suit us perfectly, they are elegant, yet not to over the top, but still not sure if they worth 4 hours of dressing and undressing.
For lunch we decide to eat at the mall and share a pizza. "So what about you, do you have a thing?" Emma asks and I lift a single brow at her. "I don't" as soon as the words leave my mouth, they stab me in the gut. Just a few hours ago me and Austin advanced to the status of boyfriend and girlfriend, but now that I wonder if I'm just a side kick, a curiosity, I can't think of us like that. "Why does it sound like there's more to that?" I try to hide my discomfort with a giggle, drinking some water. "Because you're a lawyer and you are used to reading into everything?" I try to reason with her, but I know she said that, because I'm an open book when it comes to feelings. "Plus today is about you!" I say hoping that she would drop it. Closing her eyes and putting her arms up in defense she gives up on the topic.
We decide best way to kill some more hours is to just go and watch a movie. I have to clench my fists and bite back my fight as she suggests that we go watch Elvis, since the movie is still in cinema and she hasn't seen it. Emma doesn't know about Austin, I mean she knows about Austin my ex, that broke my heart, but she doesn't know it's the same Austin, that's stareing me down form the Elvis movie poster. He's barely recognizable, jet black hair and sideburns, chin up, looking confidently at the camera. Sometimes I really wish that I could hate him, Ive tried but that's just something I couldn't do, my heart knows what the truth is.
Shaking my head I look away from the poster as Emma comes up with the tickets in hand, giggling like a little kid. "Ok child, let's go, I'll buy you a lollipop" I say patting her back. After the lollipop is bought, we walk inside the cinema and take our spots. Anxiety I bubbling in the pit of my stomach, as the intro starts, knowing I'll be watching two and a half hours of Austin dressed as Elvis.
When the movie ends I find myself once again crying, because I know that the Austin who made this masterpiece is not the fit for me, he needs more, he always needed more. It hurts that I let him back in my life, it hurts that I wanted him back and I can't have him. I try to collect myself and walk out of the cinema, listening to Emma babbling about the movie and how much she loved it. I'm walking and I'm talking, but it feels like I'm not there. I've only felt like this once in my life, after...well by now we all know, after what.
Me and Emma quickly change outfits in the mall's bathroom and she does a little makeup number on both of us. She takes a couple of mirror selfies and we are on our way. The drive to the dinner where the engagement will take place, is filled with laughter and singing. When we get there we are both in hysterics, laughing so hard you can probably hear us for miles away. "Come on lets turn you into a mrs" I say and grab Emma by the hand, walking her in.
After a beautiful speech and some more crying, everyone is enjoying some champagne, before the cake. Betty approaches me, her smile is huge and contagious. "So I don't want to rain on your parade, but as I was getting the apartment ready for my night with Emma, thanks by the way for letting us use it." I wave her off. "Just wash the sheets after" she laughs blushing, getting a bit lost in thought, probably about their unholy activities that are to come. "Sure, sure, but as I was saying, I was busy getting the apartment ready, when a certain blonde dude knocked on the door. He looked like he had been crying and to be honest I think he was still in his pajamas. Anyway he asked for you, said you aren't answering any of his texts or calls." My hand start to sweat and I have to grab the champagne glass a little harder for it not to slip out of my grasp. "Ok, and what did you say?" I ask clearing my throat, hoping to rid of the lump there, but it doesn't work. "I told him, you were out busy the whole day. He then asked when he could come back to talk to you and I said you're spending the night over at your parents. He didn't say anything more and than left thanking me." I nod, brushing some hair behind my ear. "Ok" Betty looks concerned at me. "What happened? I was asleep last night when you came back, but you seemed happy this morning." I shake my head, tonight , is her night, not mine, we can drop me for now. She gets that without having me say it and drops the subject for now.
Hugging her and Emma I say my congratulations and walk out to my car. I'm tired as it is and I have a two hour drive ahead of me, from the dinner to my parents house. I try not to think about anything else other than driving safe. When I get home, using my spare key I get in. All the lights are out, which means that my parents are sleeping, so as quietly as I can, I make my way to my bedroom. Taking a quick shower kinda helps me, but still there's a undeniable ache in me. Coming back to my room dressed in a towel I open the balcony door to let some fresh air in and then quickly changing into my pajamas.
Slipping into bed and turning off the bedside lamp, I try to sleep, but I can't. As preoccupied as I am with my own thoughts, the sound of footsteps outside my window, makes the hairs stand up on my arms. Leaving o the ground floor it's easy to climb in and out of my bedroom, over the balcony. Grabbing whatever I find on my nightstand to use as a weapon, I make my way out in the balcony. I almost let out a scream, before the figure climbing the balcony, lunched forward and covers my mouth with their hand. I try to hit the person with what I took from my nightstand, but they are faster and catch my arm, before I can even touch them. A chuckle escapes the person and I recognize it immediately, but my body is still on alert mode. "Oh fuck, no, (y/n), it's me, it's Austin, don't cry! I'm sorry."
Slowly the hand holding my arm, from hitting him, comes down to my waist and the hand covering my mouth, cups my cheek. I let out a shaky breath and try to relax a bit in his arms. "Shh, all this time and you still haven't gotten any better at self defense, baby!" He chuckles and I look at my hand to see that I'm holding a hairbrush, not a very effective weapon. I get out of his arms, suddenly annoyed at his presence. Walking back in my room I sit on the bed and put the hairbrush down. "Can we talk?" He asks whispering. "You need to go, if my mom-"
"No, we need to talk, you've been dodging my calls and text, I know you must of read that piece of shit" he says brushing his hands through his hair. "Was it?" I ask and he looks confused. "Was it what?" Austin asks, I like that he's keeping the distance between us, it's easier to think if I don't have his arms around me. "A piece of shit? Because I don't know-"
"Know what?" He interrupts me, his voice raising a bit. "Keep your voice down!" I scold him. "I can't have that Austin, I'm a regular person, I will work a regular job, where I'll have to help people. I can't have paparazzi chasing me and fans trying to tag me down." I say and I can see that every word hurts him, but I don't know if it's because he knows I'm right or because he disagrees. "I know, I should've been more careful, I'm sorry." He tries to come closer but I don't let him, putting a hand up to stop him. He falls to his knees a few steps in front of me. "It's not your fault, I'm just not what you need. Maybe you can fix this, you know, call the model back, try and make it work with her, she'd be-" he grabs my small hands in his, clutching them to his chest, blue eyes pleading with me in the dark. "No, don't, please, she's not you. I beg you (y/n), don't do this to me, not over a gossip page headline." I close my eyes. I can't look at him like this, it hurts too much.
"You were right to break up with me, I would've only hold you back-" my voice breaks as a sob makes it's way through my mouth. "Not true, if you were there, I wouldn't have spend the past 7 months since I've been done with the movie, in therapy, constantly trying to reach back to who I was. When I'm with you I'm the best version of myself." I try to take my hands out of his, but he's so much stronger and he pulls me off the bed onto his lap. Wiggling around to get away from him, I give up when his strength overwhelms me. "Austin I can't love you again, I'm afraid I'm not enough!" I say trying to keep quiet. My mom walking in on this is the last thing I need right now. "You are so much more than enough, it's my fault for not making it clear enough, but I don't want a girl who knows how to deal with the media, I want my girl, my girl who always makes me laugh. My girl who always teaches me new things. My girl who can't cook to save her life, but is the biggest culinary critic I've ever met. My girl who can talk you into loving the same things as her, because she has such a way of making everything sound 10 times better than it is. My girl who can recite the whole Taylor Swift discography in one breath. My girl who's touch I crave all the time, who's lips taste like oranges and who's hair smells like propolis and burnt pear. All I've ever wanted is my girl and that girl is you!"
I look into his eyes, his face is tilted up and tears are slowly rolling down each side. My mouth opens and closes, I can't speak, I think I've lost that ability. No one's ever spoken like that about my. I bring my head down and kiss his tears away, taking care of each cheek, making sure they're equally loved. Then I make my way to his lips. I hover there a moment, keeping our lips close, but not close enough to touch. Austin is frozen in place, his hands holding mine close to his chest, eyes closed and lips slightly open. I touch my lips to his, both of us sighing into the kiss. Neither of us moves and we just stay like that, lips touching moving over one another. It's slow, full of emotions, my heart is pounding in my ears, my stomach hurts and all of my muscles feel petrified. But then his hands let go of mine and hug my back, bringing my chest flush with his. I tangle my fingers in the soft locks of hair on his head. The kiss becomes fluid, hands are everywhere, touching everything, pulling at clothes and giving goosebumps everywhere they touch skin.
I put my arms around his neck and hug him tightly, hiding my face in his neck. Austin's breath is coming in short gasps as he holds onto me. "I want you!" I say breathless. I wait for him to respond, but he doesn't. Struggling, I concentrate on his still shallow breath to keep me sane. "Are you sure?" Austin speaks so low I have to make an effort to hear. "Yes!" I'm sure, I need him. I want him. I'm done of holding back, I'm done questioning everything. "I believe you Austin and as much as I try to fight it, I know that I can't ever leave you." His lips crash against mine, kissing me hungrily and there was raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around my waist, pulling me closer if that was possible. Heat rose up to my chest and all my senses unfurled as the taste of him nearly silenced all my thoughts. Nearly, because the sudden thought that we're still in my childhood bedroom with my mom sleeping down the hall, washes over me like cold water.
"Wait!" I push against his chest and he looks at me panting, pupils blown with lust and lisp red from all the kissing. "What's wrong?!" Austin is panicked, scared of what made me stop. I smile viciously and I see him relaxing a bit. "My mom is sleeping down the hall, we can't, not here at least" there's a glimmer in his eyes as the last few words leave my lips. He chuckles and pushes some of his hair back. "Wanna run away?" I laugh and cover my mouth to make sure I keep quiet. But as I look at him I see that his serious, not an ounce of joke on his features. "You're serious?" I ask and the breath gets caught in my chest when he grinds me over his hips. "Serious as I'll ever be. If this is what you want?" One of his hands stroked my hair as he starts to kiss my skin, leaving a warm feeling everywhere his lips touched. I tremor at his actions and I move my hips against his, moaning before I can stop myself. "Yes, please!" I say out of breath, like I just ran a marathon. I feel him smile against my skin and when he giggles his hot breath fans over my exposed skin. "Ok, come one!"
Austin gets up and pulls me with him. He starts walking to the balcony and I follow him, but then I remember I need my things. "Wait, I need my things." I say as I move frantically around the room, trying to rid it of any evidence that I was here. With my arms full, I drop half of what I'm carrying in his arms. "Ok, you ready?" He asks smirking at me. Nodding, I wait for him to jump over and then he helps me do the same. As stealthy as possible we sneak to his car, but before I get in, I remembered my own car. "I need to drive my own car, they can't know I was here!" I whispered. His brows draw together in confusion. "Didn't they see you when you came?" I shake my head. "They were asleep, I only got here like an hour ago." I explain and he just nods. "Ok, just drive close behind me, all right?" I nod and go to my car, getting in with shaky limbs. I take a minute to breathe and then I hear Austin's car start, so I do the same with mine to make sure I can keep up, even though I know where he lives, right now I need to be as close to him as possible. I can't believe this is really happening, but there's no one else I could've seen myself doing this with.
Thankfully he doesn't live too far away from my parents house and it's just a 15 minute drive. I can't park my car faster and I almost scream at my stupid seatbelt, for not unbuckling fast enough. I get out of the car at the same time as him and I walk up to him, making an effort to stop myself from running to him. Austin's hands catch my face and I hug his waist. It's a mess of lips meeting teeth and tongue. My knees go weak and my skin feels like it's on fire, despite the chilly air outside. His hands travel down my body and reach the back of my thighs. "Jump!" He takes his lips away from mine for long enough to say that and then his back, calming my mouth again hungry and intense. I do as told and jump up , wrapping my leg around his waist. I'm so caught up in the feeling of his arms wrapped around my frame, that I don't feel is move until my back meets a wall and the cold seeps through my thin tank top making me shiver. "Fuck, I have to unlock the door" I laugh at how angry it makes him, that he as to stop what we're doing to do something as simple as unlocking the door.
I start to get off of him, but his hands hold my legs in place and he shakes his head. "Stay!" He says. I feel one of his hands move to the front of his pants. Austin grunts in frustration when the key doesn't seem to want to fit in the hole. "Fucking shit!" He curses under his breath and I giggle at him. Putting my hand over his shaking one, I help him put the key in the hole and in a second the door is unlocked and slammed open. "What would I do without you?" He asks smiling up at me. "Fuck on the front porch?" I say shrugging my shoulders. "Someday, sure, you just wait!" I'd laugh if he didn't look so serious right about now. I feel his chest shake with laughter as he wraps his arms around my waist to hold me close as he walks inside, closing the door behind him. "I wouldn't laugh if I were you Butler, I might take you out on that" I whispered in his ear and his whole body gets tense. "Such a tease, who would've thought." He says clicking his tongue. I giggle pressing my lips to the shell of his ear.
When we get to his bedroom he slowly crawls on the bed, with me tightly wrapped around him. Then my back hits the fluffy bed and it all feels so real. He must of felt that I was worrying, because he turns my face to look at him. "We go as far as you want, ok? You have the lead here, baby. I'm all yours!" He says kissing the top of my nose, making my heart skip a beat. I nod and bring him in for a kiss, his body resting over mine, bringing in a new kind of warmth. I feel safe and hungry, but not hungry for food, hungry for his touch, for him to melt into me. Before I become aware of my fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, feeling his skin, soft and radiating heat.
I gasp at the feeling of his hips slowing moving against mine. "Ah, Austin, please!" I say moving his shirt up so I can finally bare his chest. His lips trail kisses from the corner of my mouth, over my jaw, down my neck, stopping there a little longer to suck and lick, making me move under him, trying to get my hips to meet his. I can feel him through his sweatpants and when his crotch grinds over mine, is hypnotic, the feeling building in my lower belly. When his calloused hands move under my top, raising it up, my breath picks up, his mouth is busy leaving open-mouthed, soft-lipped kisses over the tender flesh of my shoulder. Before the material goes up, over my breasts his stops. "Can I?" He ask and I somehow manage to moan a breathy 'yes'.
When Austin throws the garment somewhere in the room and I'm bare in front of him, I try to cover myself, but he stops me. "You are you beautiful, please never hide from me, (y/n)." He goes back to planting wet kisses all over my shoulder and then he slowly moves down. My hands fly up to his hair, as he sucks one of my nipples in his mouth. It's feels so good, I throw my head back and moan, pulling on his hair. He growls against me and I feel the vibrations rummage in my chest. One of his hands is holding my hips in place, while the other massages the breast that's not in his mouth, twisting the nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers. "Austin, baby, feels so good!" I hum, drunk on the pleasure. His mouth switches places with his hand, showing both of my breasts the same kind of love. "You make such pretty noises." He moans against my nipple and I fight his grip, to grind my hips up into him. "Please!" I'm begging for his to do more, to touch me more. I can feel him smile and I tug his hair.
Austin leaves open-mouthed kisses all over my stomach and when he reaches my shorts, hooking two fingers in the waist band, he looks up at me. His eyes are so full of lust, there's barely any blue left. "I'm going to take these off, can I?" I nod frantically, brushing the hair out of my face. "Yes, please!" I pant. He takes them off slowly, along with my panties. Getting off of the bed, he takes off my shoes, which I still had on and then starts to undress himself. I look away, feeling my cheeks burn. "Don't look away, look at me." I look at him, but I keep my eyes fixed on his. That is of course until he moves down to take his own shoes off and discard the pants and boxers, that pooled at his feet. Wow, he's beautiful, all of him. Sure I've seen men naked before, I'm going to be a doctor, so anatomically the human body is no mystery. But I've never felt like this like I want to touch and memorize every inch of him, like I want to know the way every patch of skin feels under my lips.
He climbs on top of me, hands holding my waist, and lips hungrily engulfing mine. I can feel him hard against my belly and I move under him, causing my skin to touch his penis. He moans into the kiss. "I want to kiss you here." He says, one of his big hands cupping my pussy. I shudder at the new sensation, bucking against his hand. "Yes, please, Austin" licking his lips he moves down my body, hooking my legs over his shoulders, grabbing my thighs to keep them open. The position suddenly makes me feel nervous and shy, so I try to close my legs but he won't allow it. Feeling me move his eyes snap up at me. "You ok? Do you want me to stop?" I shake my head, trying to find the right words to say. "No, just, I'm not pretty Austin, it's just, you looking at me like this, what if, I mean, I'm not-" I can't make sense of what I'm saying but he understands. "You are the most beautiful girl, (y/n), I love every bit of you. I love you belly" he goes over to kiss my belly, grazing the skin with his teeth and making me giggle at the ticklish feeling. "I love you thighs" he says and moves to kissing over my hip all the way to my inner thighs. Making me squirm underneath his touch. Austin is kissing, biting and licking everywhere, everywhere, but where he promised. "Austin please!" I whine, buckling my hips up.
First I feel his hot breath and then I feel his soft, warm lips, kissing and sucking. Then his hot tongue licks at me. I whimper, pulling at his hair with one hand, the other one, grabbing the sheets. "So sweet, keep making those pretty noises baby, you sound heavenly." He praises me, going back to continue his ministrations on me. His tongue flicks and twirls around my clit, driving me crazy, turning me into a moaning mess. I feel one of his sleek fingers play at my hole and then he pushes it slowly. I move against him, trying to feel more. Austin catches onto my frustration and easing a second finger in, he gives me a moment to adjust to the stretch. "So tight and sweet, such a lovely pussy, all mine." I grunt as he curls his fingers up, moving them in and out of me, sucking and licking at my clit. It's all too much, it's so good and intoxicating. My hips buckle to meet his moves. The knot forming in my lower belly, feels like it's closer to snapping, I get tense, this is all new for me. "Relax baby, you're going to cum, come on, don't hold back" Austin says as the hand that was preoccupied with holding my hips in place, moves up to my boobs, pinching my nipples. That's when I feel it, the knot snapping and everything around me going blurry. I bite the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. As I pull in his hair he moans against me as he's still playing with my clit, slowly moving his fingers to help me ride my high.
Pulling his fingers out of me, the empty feeling makes me whine, as I clench around nothing. Austin licks his fingers clean as he moves over to the nightstand to get a condom out of the drawer. Coming back over me, he sits on his knees in between my legs. "Want to help me?" He ask, and I snap my eyes, that were previously looked on his hard cock, up at his face. He's smiling at me and that somehow eases my nerves. I nod and he takes my hand by the wrist, guiding it to his length. "Just, wrap your hand around it" I do as he says and look at the muscles in his abdomen move. Guiding my hand up and down, he moans, throwing his head back and cursing. My heart flutters knowing I can make him feel like this. His hand leaves mine and I move on my own as he opens the condom. Putting the condom on his tip he speaks. "Pinch the tip of the condom and roll it down slowly, it's ok if you get it wrong, I have more." He laughs as he finishes the sentence. With all the concentration I can muster I do as he says. "Perfect!" His hand grabs my chin and tilts it up so I look at him.
Austin kisses me slowly, pushing me against the bed, caging me. One of his hands is holding him up so that he's not crushing me under his weight and the other moves between us to bring himself up to my entrance. I can fell the tip resting there and he puts his hand on my hip to stop me from thrusting into him. "Are you sure you want this? We can stop, if-" I kiss him to stop the unnecessary babbling. "I love you, I'm sure." He tenses up and brings his face up to look at me. "You what?" He ask unsure that what he heard was real. I stroke his face gently. "I love you! I don't think I've ever stopped" he blinks quickly and even I the dark I can see the tears welling up in his eyes, but then I feel the hot liquid touch my face and roll off of my skin. His lips ghost over mine, I can taste the salt in his tears and the sweetness of him. He pulls away quickly, too quick. "Say it again." He demands and I smile. "I love you" he kisses me shortly and starts pushing in. "Again” he grunts. I moan feeling him slowly stretch me, it's definitely a lot more than his fingers and it stings a lot, but somehow there's pleasure in the pain. "I love you" kiss "I love you!" Kiss.
We go like this until his all the way in and his pelvis hits mine. It's hurts a lot and I try to breathe through it. Austin kisses my face, my lips, my eyes, my nose, everything. "I love you too, you're doing so good for me, baby" I squeeze him and his hips flutter against mine. Feeling him move brings a new kind of good to the mixture. "Move please." He pulls back slowly and then pushes back in, I feel so full and my walls hug him in. "God, so warm and perfect, made for me (y/n)" he huffs as he starts a steady pace. We move in sink, hips meeting halfway way and hands grabbing all that they can. "I love you, fuck this is so good!" I moan kissing him, walking my tongue over his lips. He gasps into my mouth and our tongues start to dance, battling for dominance. The knot from earlier comes back and I feel like I need more. "Aus, I'm close, more, please, shit!" He starts to move faster, covering my mouth with his, to swallow all my cries. Austin brings one hand between us and draws circles over my clit. "Cum for me, (y/n), come on baby!" He whispers in my ear and biting down on his shoulder, my orgasm wishes over me harder then before. His hips start to lose rhythm and his moves get sloppier, as he soon stills. Austin grunts and kisses over my shoulder as I feel him twitch inside me, while my walls still flutter around him, squeezing him, from my previous orgasm.
I feel so good, so warm and tired and when he moves over, to go into the bathroom, I shiver at the absence of his body on mine. He comes back with a towel in hand and he wipes it over my thighs, making me tremble, since I'm still sensitive there. When he’s done, Austin throws the towel somewhere in the room and moving me up on the bed he brings the coves over me. He joins me under the warm duvet and I hug his side. The feeling of his skin on mine must be the best thing I've ever experienced. "I love you!" I say sleepy as he strokes my hair with one hand, his other one moving up and down my upper arm. "I love you too!" He kisses the top of my head. "So does this mean I can still take you out tomorrow?" He mumbles against my hair.
I shake my head and as serious as I can I say "No, I just wanted you for the sex." His chest moves with laughter and the sound fills me up with joy. "Flattered to be at your service, ma'm!" Austin says making me giggle and bury my face in his shoulder. "Ok I may allow, one date, if you make me your famous breakfast tomorrow" his hands move me to lay on top of him, with my legs straddling his waist. I sit my head in the palms of my hands on top of his chest and look at him smiling. "Just one date?" Austin asks coming in for a kiss, but I pull my head back so he can't reach my lips. "Maybe, if the breakfast is extremely good, there will be more, than one!" One of his hands goes to the back of my head and as we both laugh we meet halfway in a quick kiss.
I remain like this on top of him, as his hands rest on my back. I play with his hair and rest my head on his chest, over his heart, listening to the beautiful sounds it makes. Our breaths calm down and soon sleep catches both of us. And we fall asleep like this, skin on skin, my ear over his heart, my hands his hair and his lips kissing my head. It's perfect, it's how it should've always been, just us.
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