#I just get emosh ok

[foreverfearlessred]

I’m still there, dust collecting on my pinned up hair

[waloeders]

aueugh busy preppin for pride tomorrow i am. freshly hair dyed. sign ready. nails painted. we are so back actually!!

[burnthybread]

do ye ever reflect on how stupid you were for people. i made you spicy honey fried halloumi bites for lunch and you couldnt acknowledge me after my friend passed

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

A Perfect Score - Epilogue | FigureSkating!AU

Summary: months have passed since the finals with no sign of Aemond, making you wonder if anything has changed | Word Count: 6k~ | Warnings below the cut~

Series Masterlist | Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist

Warnings: p in v sex, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), degradation, praise, *a finger in the bum*, butt play, ass eating, orgasm denial, creampie, ass slapping, pussy slapping, face slapping

A/N: *don't get emosh, don't get emosh, don't get emosh* I can't believe it's really REALLY the end! I've had this idea for the Epilogue for AGES and can't wait for you all to read the last instalment of our figure skating couple <3 would die for them and hope you enjoy!

"Good, but bend your knees!" You shout to El who's still got her hands outstretched haphazardly, wobbling on the ice as others whizz past her, knocking her off balance.

She throws a middle finger.

Charming.

You laugh as she pushes off to do another lap, reaching down between your legs for the bag and pulling your phone out for any new texts.

Nothing, you sigh.

El makes you jump, bumping into the ledge, "Will you stop being a simp and checking your phone every two seconds? He's going to text you!"

You click your phone off, "I know. I'm just so impatientttt…" you whine, exaggerating your frustration.

El rolls her eyes, "He'll get in, bud"

"Ew, don't call me that"

"Besides, if he gets rejected, he could always be your new manager, pal" she grins.

"You're so fucking gross, you know that?"

She shrugs, a grin that spells victory, "that'd be kinda hot to be fair. Going everywhere with you to competitions, organising your hotel rooms, fucking you over his des-"

"El! For fucks sake" you whisper-shout, heat rising to your cheeks.

A few other skaters on the ice turn their heads in judgment, making your face burn with embarrassment.

"Gods, so uptight" El jokes, a mischievous grin on her face.

To tell the truth. You missed Aemond. In all aspects.

You hadn't had sex since being in Dorne. And you hadn't seen him since the hospital.

Even though you texted most days, after months of seeing him everyday, it was quite the shock to the system.

It felt like there was a hole, conveniently Aemond-shaped, that was deepening the longer you two were separated.

"Oof!"

You both look up, to see Floris on the ice, wobbling her way back onto her feet, grimacing, "I'm ok!" She reassures, pushing off to skate slowly.

You nod in Floris' direction, "Is she okay skating?"

"Yeah, the physiotherapist said it'd be good to get her doing things like this again" El replies, looking over her shoulder at her sister.

She turns back to you, "Your manager doesn't hang around here anymore. Not since Floris has started coming back".

You resist the urge to frown.

Coward.

“Got you”, El smirks mischievously, "will you tell me what happened one day?"

It was something you’d thought about for some time. To tell her, or not? Floris certainly didn’t know the deeper details, but you knew she would have had suspicions.

Aemond was obviously unbothered if such information circulated, having put a very large proverbial wall between him and Otto the moment he was discharged from hospital. And yet, it still wouldn’t feel right, airing out all the Targaryen dirty laundry like that.

Even if he said it was okay.

But maybe, on a deeper level, Floris and El at least, deserved the truth.

"One day" you promise.

The cold winter chill nips at your bones, even through the layers of thermal clothing you've got piled on, the thick socks, boots and an overcoat, it still feels positively freezing.

“Who are you texting, missy?” you tease, bumping El on the shoulder, shoving your hands into your thick coat pockets.

She flushes, from the weather or the embarrassment you are unsure, but she puts her phone away quickly, “Nobody, you nosy cow”

King's Landing Winter Wonderland, Christmas Market and trinket shops, though it's far too early for any of that, it gets the people into the spirit. Stalls line the market square with several of them selling holiday related items as well as food, with an ice rink circling the entirety of the perimeter.

The air smells of mulled wine, cooked meats and the laughter of families and couples alike. With their warm breath creating clouds of white with each exhale.

El has you excitedly tucked into her arm, telling you all about her newest boyfriend, who for all intents and purposes is both hot and a keeper.

Ah, so that’s who she was talking to.

"He's already talking about us moving in together! Before the end of the year" She says excitedly, but her face falls, "but…I don't want to leave you in the lurch paying the rent by yourself".

You scoff, "I won't take you away from good dick because of fucking rent" you smirk, "if you want to, go for it".

She arches her eyebrows in uncertainty, "You sure?"

You pat her gloved hand with yours, "very", you smile, "as long as he doesn't steal you away from me, I want the lowdown".

"Oh you'll get that alright", she laughs.

Having poked your heads into a few stalls, and several sips of mulled wine later, you smirk as El is glued to her phone. Again.

"That your man?" You ask.

She quickly puts it away, biting her lip, "Yup" she replies, "wanna go skating?"

You roll your eyes, "It's not like it's my fucking job, El. Sick of it".

"Oh come on! I won't have to use the kids stabilisers anymore!"

She gives you her wide, puppy-like eyes.

Ones you know you can't refuse.

"Fine" you sigh.

She is far too excited to say that literally a few hours before she was struggling to use her two flippers to stay upright on the rink. Nevermind going backwards.

It’s quite entertaining to see her drag you by the hand excitedly to the ticket gate.

“One ticket for skating, please! Size 5!” she beams at the receptionist, who looks like he’d rather be dead right now.

You furrow your brows, “One? Did you want to go on by yourself and I watch or-”

“Nope! Just you” she grins.

“Me? El, what in seven hells are you on abou-”

She shoves the skates into your hands and practically pushes you past the gate, waving you off, “no questions!”

You don’t even really have time to cuss her out/question the situation, it feels like your brain is in overdrive.

There, either hand leaning against the entrance to the ice rink, where the public are zipping around slowly, laughing, pink in the face, hand in hand, is Aemond. The familiar ribbons of platinum hair that have fallen from the hair tie, now slightly waved from the moisture in the air, sways with the breeze at his shoulders.

He has that slack smirk on his face, his tall broad form leaning on one side, ankles crossed with the low quality skates on, tapping the tip onto the ice.

Even in a heavy looking coat, his hair messily done up and pink cheeks from where the cold had been hitting them, he still looks every bit as handsome as you remembered him.

It makes your heart sigh to see him smile at you with that glimmer in his eye. Blinking slowly and admiringly at you.

"Hey, Princess", he greets warmly.

You almost drop the skates in your hands, the cold wisps of wind making you realise now that your eyes are all wet.

You're sure his name slips out before you crash into his arms, flinging yours around his neck.

He smells just like he used to.

And all those good memories just flood back at once, making that wetness behind your eyes form actual teardrops that line your cheeks.

You feel him laugh a little, one of his big hands on your back, "missed me then?", he prods in a smooth tone.

Fuck. His voice.

You didn't realise you'd missed hearing it so much.

When you pull away, to properly look at his face, he's still smiling, in that classic 'Aemond' way.

You're so engrossed with just looking at him, you nearly flinch when you feel his thumb wipe your under eye softly, wiping the moisture away.

His gaze softens, "don't cry. I don't look that bad, do I?"

Giving a watery laugh, you shake your head, "Just missed you".

His hand is still around your waist, inadvertently pulling you close to him so your hands hover over his chest, "Now, now, don't get all soft on me".

Your cheeks hurt from smiling.

"How?.."

Aemond gestures with his head, "El organised it".

"But…she's-"

"With her new boyfriend, don't worry. It's just us, princess" Aemond smiles, picking up the skates you'd dropped.

"For old time's sake?" He smiles.

And all you can do is blush and smile up at him like a little lovesick teenager.

It feels utterly strange to get back on the ice with Aemond again, even if it is a public one in the middle of a Christmas market. Even more so that he's not flinging you around in all sorts of twists and jumps.

But it feels nice.

Hand in gloved hand, you glide about together, catching up.

Alicent, you learn, has gotten back in touch with her long time friend. Aemond furrows his brows when he recollects that usually she's on facetime with a glass of Dornish Red in one hand and creasing up in front of her iPad at something her friend has said.

Aegon. Well, he's Aegon. Aemond's words, not yours. But he's working on getting a teaching qualification so that he can coach skating instead. It's nice that he was able to find something to use his skills for. Other than womanising.

"Had minor surgery on my nerves…they think it'll do the trick for some years, hopefully forever" he says as you weave on either foot.

"Well that's good" you smile, "does it feel better?"

He nods, "Oh and Hel has a new partner".

You look over quickly, one eyebrow poised, "And? Was I right?"

Smirking, Aemond has to resist the urge to roll his eye, "Yes, you were right".

"Yes! I knew it! I knew she was bi!"

You flush when some families around you look over when you shout it a bit too loud.

Oops.

Aemond tugs you to his side by your waist, humming in a kind of quiet laugh. A comfortable silence descends, just enjoying one another's company.

"I got in", he says suddenly. Stealing your attention again as your feet synchronise in short glides.

"Got in?"

"KLU".

"KLU? Oh my god-" you surge up, his face between your hands, but he doesn't complain, and kiss him fiercely, "Congratulations, Aemond. Oh my gosh, that's-"

You beam with pride.

And you can tell he genuinely loves it, by the way he blushes slightly.

"And" he goes on, his face close to yours, smirking at the confused look on your face.

"And?..."

He licks his lips before he speaks.

"I got a place" he adds, "and was wondering…if you…"

He trails off. And your face settles into realisation. Your heart hammering in your chest, like the engine of an old train.

He shrugs, clearing his throat, “You know, because we basically spent all our time together during the championships…”

You swallow thickly, "Really?..." it comes out weaker than you intended.

He nods, “It’s just out of town, not far from here really” he gestures in the vague direction with his head, the hand that’s resting at your waist dropping somewhat.

Blinking the emotion from your eyes, you swat his chest playfully, “Alright, Mr Moneybags”

He doesn’t laugh, like you expect him to, but he does smile at least. At this point, you seem to have come to a stop, your skates nestled between his to keep you both stable.

His darkened gaze just looks at your face. Studies it.

Like he’s opened a book and is reading through the pages.

When he looks at you like that, you can’t help but feel a flutter deep in your chest. It feels like he is drawing on you softly, like a thousand little butterflies have landed on your face, and are slowly opening and closing their wings.

You shudder when his warm, ungloved thumb brushes against your cheek.

“What?...” you smile at him affectionately.

He hums, a cloud escaping his lips as he speaks, “I’ve missed you”.

All you feel is the ledge of the ice rink press against your lower back and yours and Aemond’s noses brushing against one another as he presses his warm, comforting lips to yours.

He takes his time, moving languidly against your lips with a soft, wet beat, his tongue parting your lips as if he had been waiting all this time to taste you properly.

He tastes just as you remember.

A hint of cigarettes that he’s tried to hide with spearmint.

When you break away, you can’t ignore the warm feeling that blooms in your gut. In all the time you’d spent apart, you forgot how his lips felt on yours, how his hands felt on you, and how his mere presence around you made arousal creep up your thighs.

Gods, it’s been so long.

A blush creeps up your neck to your face, and Aemond smirks.

“Stop that”

Your lower lip catches between your teeth before you reply, “What?”

He leans against the ledge, caging you in with his own body.

“Blushing”

His voice lowers.

“Otherwise I’ll give you something to blush about”

The tension was thick as you and Aemond trudged through the Christmas Market after vacating the ice rink. You tried to lighten it by doing idle things like looking at the homemade ornaments on one stand, to sharing a cup of mulled wine between you, feeling the way the liquid warmed your insides.

That warmth was nothing compared to the way Aemond looked at you.

It reminded you of all those months ago, at the hotel, before the dynamic of your relationship changed. The way he used to stare at you from across the room, in what you wrongly thought at the time was out of disinterest and detest.

How wrong you were.

Shooting off a quick text to El, who you were sure was already back at the flat anyway, enjoying all the ‘assets’ of her new boyfriend, you walk hand in hand with Aemond back to his apartment.

He was very intent on showing you his new place. And your insides fluttered in anticipation, heat crawling up your neck.

His apartment was nice. Not that you expected any less. It was several floors high, showing a good view of King’s Landing and the bright, illuminated Christmas Market in the square below. Even from here, through the tall and wide windows of the living room, you could see the couples zipping around the ice rink, as you both were just a few moments before.

It had that ‘new apartment’ smell, but whenever you brushed past a coat of his or a blanket, it smelled like him. The walls were bare, but you were sure that Aemond would decorate when he was properly settled.

“Is Vhagar going to be coming here?” you ask, cupping the warm mug of tea in your hands as Aemond gives it to you.

“Maybe. She’s quite settled at Mum’s though so…I don’t want to make her anxious”.

You nod, ���It’s a nice place”

“Will look even better when you’re here” he smirks, bending down to huff himself onto the sofa, “I’m sure you have better ideas than I do on interior design”.

You simply watch him for a moment, the warmth of his apartment making your previously cold hands feel prickly. Your fingers tap against the ceramic, the sound of Aemond’s playlist rumbling quietly from a speaker in a different room.

Placing the mug on the coffee table, Aemond exhales as your legs rest either side of his torso, moving to sit atop him with your hands stealing beneath his shirt, watching as his pink lips part for breath.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, princess” he murmurs against your lips as he leans up, his large hands squeezing your ass, moulding the flesh to his grip and eliciting a low gasp from your lips.

"Who says it's a game?" You whisper back, teasing him by brushing your lips against his, moving your hips on him and smiling when you feel him harden instantly.

" - fuck - "

You know he hates it, just hates it, when you smirk at how pent up and desperate he gets. But you just can't help it. Not only is it all too easy, it's just too fucking tempting too.

How easily such a large, overbearing and domineering man, can be subdued to a mewling, near-begging mess just by the soft movement of your hips.

"Baby, please -"

Reaching down between your bodies, Aemond outright moans when you palm his erection through his jeans, sitting against his thigh quite obviously. You tease your hand from the base to the tip, squeezing through the denim, seeing the way Aemond almost knits his brows together in barely-contained pleasure.

And any time he tries to reach up, to kiss you properly, you pull back, allowing him to chase you.

"Oh, fuck you-"

You yelp in surprise as Aemond lifts you, keeping your legs around his waist as he pushes his bedroom door open and dropping you onto his mattress. And before you even have a moment to sit up on your elbows, he's on you, kneeing your legs apart and caging you to the bed with his body.

"Can't fucking wait any longer - need you, baby-"

Fuck, even the way he says that has arousal pooling between your legs, the desire to push your thighs together strong, but weakened with Aemond's body keeping them apart.

He's so fast and rough, the way he unbuttons your jeans and pulls the denim down your legs, taking your underwear with it, that you feel for a moment he may have torn something.

He practically fucking growls when he he looks between you, his thumb teasing your clit, finally able to look upon you the way he's wanted to for months.

"Already soaked for me, aren't you?" He coos lowly, teasing your bud in sure, confident circles, before swatting your heat firmly with a wet smack, "such a good fucking slut for me".

You mewl, pressing your lips together, a flush enveloping your face at his words. It's been so long since you were intimate with him, it will take a few moments to get used to it again and fall into that rhythm.

That, and you can't help but flush in embarrassment at the realisation you've not shaved your legs, genuinely not having expected to see him today.

It doesn't seem like Aemond cares.

With a fist over the collar of his shirt, he pulls it over his head, showing his lean and well-muscled torso lit with a warm amber glow from the bedside lamp.

You jolt in surprise as his fingers pull you by your thighs further down the bed, a gasp flying past your lips as his tongue and teeth nip and kiss at the inside of them. The sensation bordering on pain and pleasure at the same time.

"You don't know how long I've waited to taste your sweet pussy, princess"

You have an idea, by the way Aemond mouths at the crease between your thigh and hip. But you don't say it out loud. The anticipation of his mouth so, so close without touching you where you need him most is agonising.

" - fuck - Aemond -"

Your back nearly arches off the bed as he flattens his tongue against your warmth, swirling around your clit first before diving into your folds to feast on you, his fingers digging into your flesh for leverage. The feeling of his grip into your flesh burns pleasantly as he tugs you towards him, your lips parting with hurried pants tumbling out.

Your legs tremble as his low moan vibrates through your core, electricity creeping up your spine as he laps at you with vigour, his sharp nose nudging at your clit as he moves side to side to eventually fuck you with his tongue.

For a split second, you worry if he can actually breathe.

But as your embarrassingly quick orgasm starts barrelling towards you without warning, it somehow gets pushed to the back of your mind, you reach down, threading your fingers through his hair, chanting his name as if it’s all you can say as he groans against your cunt.

His hands hold you down by your thighs, tugging you back to his mouth in soft micro-movements as you shake against him, head thrown back against the pillows with your breath hot in your chest, unable to catch it well enough to form any other sound than moaning unabashedly.

Aemond outright moans as you cum against his tongue, the lewd sound of him licking up everything that comes out makes a heat creep up your neck. But you can’t find it within yourself to be embarrassed. Not when he makes you feel like this.

You can feel the moisture on his face when he takes mercy, drawing his lips away to kiss and nip at the inside of your thighs again, giving one firm bite before he pulls away with a smirk on his face, no doubt happy at the mark he’s left behind.

Your eyes feel heavy as you lift your gaze to him, now perched on his knees as he pops the buttons of his jeans off, the veins on the back of his hand straining, making you feel somewhat lightheaded.

“ - can’t wait to fuck you again - you don’t know how long I’ve wanted be buried inside that pretty little pussy -”

You lick your lips as your mouth goes dry. He always manages to do that. Somehow turn you into a limp, mewling mess in no time at all.

Something you have in common, clearly.

With your heart beating erratically, body throbbing in the afterglow of your orgasm, that feeling is enhanced still when Aemond tugs at his length needily, his shoulders rising and falling with the desire to just stuff himself inside you as deep as he will go.

You can only watch in awe as his fingers wrap around himself, the tip ruddy and desperate, with arousal coating it with every slow and calculated fist. His stomach muscles clench and unclench uncontrollably, his chest muscles moving steadily with each deep breath.

It feels exciting, how utterly small you feel when he leans over you, once again grasping your legs to spread them before him. His long, thick fingers tease your slick folds, before he guides the fat head of his cock to your centre, watching with parted lips at the way your eyebrows furrow in both relief and pleasure as he stretches you around him slowly.

“ - ohfuck - ”, he moans lowly, sinking himself slowly into your warmth and basking in the closeness it offers, “ - fuck, baby, so tight for me -”

Being with him like this again is like sinking into a warm bath, with the rolls of steam batting at your face. And his words are so soft, they’re like dozens of little snowflakes settling on your face in a flurry. All cold and numb, and yet warm and fuzzy at the same time.

It’s completely instinctual, the way you turn your head, slightly embarrassed as Aemond holds either of your legs apart, his pelvis smacking against yours as he eases himself into a steady rhythm.

“ -aw, don’t tell me you’ve gone all shy on me -” he mocks, his eye glimmering with mischief as he looks down at you, “-where’s the needy, little slut I used to know, hm? -”

You gasp as Aemond pushes both hands down, pressing both of your legs towards your shoulders, bending at the knee so that he can kneel higher, using the new position with gravity to fuck down into you faster and rougher.

The new position has you pretzeled before him, completely unable to do anything but throw your head back against the pillows and turn bright red at the wanton, breathy moans that slip out.

“ -Aemond -”

“ - what’s wrong, baby? -” he coos, “ -is this too much for you? Hm? I know you’re more flexible than this -”

Fuck.

Each rough push of his length into you from this angle has the curved head of his cock brush against your sweet spot with devastating precision. With every thrust, the air seems to expel forcefully from your lungs, not helped in part by the fact that Aemond has your legs pressed hard against your ribs.

All you’re able to see through bleary eyes is the way he smirks down at you with his hair stuck to his tacky face, his chest heaving with hurried breath, and every now and then, his neck muscles straining as he tips his head back and groans loudly as you inadvertently squeeze his length when he bullies the end of you.

The air is charged, hot and humid. And you barely register the fact that music is still playing in another room, and that the curtains are pulled back. Though there’s no chance of anyone being able to see you both from how high his apartment is, it still makes your insides tighten that it’s happening so unabashedly with the city right below you.

His hand drifts down your thigh, watching as you squirm beneath him as he presses hard on your stomach, your eyes closing tightly at the feeling of him closing you around his length as it pistons roughly into you. He smiles slightly, almost as if he can feel how deep he reaches inside you.

“ -Oh fuck, baby - can fucking feel you gripping me -” he moans helplessly, leaning over, the sweat on his forehead slightly illuminated by the warm lamp’s light, “-does my girl like being a dirty little slut?”

You barely even register he’s speaking, everything sounding utterly muffled and just too much all at once. His low voice only serves to make that coil wind tighter in your gut, reacting to the way he never lets up his pace once.

You jolt slightly when he taps your cheek twice, a little rougher than you’d anticipated.

“ -I’m fucking talking to you -” he growls, moving his hand from your stomach up to bunch the shirt in his fist, exposing your pebbled nipples to the warmth of the room.

You nod helplessly, “Yes - yes -”

It’s all mindless babbling, and Aemond knows it as he grins, his eye flitting down to watch the way your breasts bounce as he fucks you.

“ -please, Aemond -”

“ -please what, hm? You want to cum, is that it? But you’re too fucked stupid to say it?”

As much as you hate to admit it, his words send a bolt of humiliation through you that does nothing but excite you, your core throbbing around his length with every calculated word he says.

"Aw, poor thing -" he jeers, "- I'm going to have fun with you-"

Wait what?

This isn't said 'fun'?

Oh shit.

Before that familiar coil can wind itself any tighter, Aemond pulls back, grunting as he manhandles your hips to turn you over and his palm cracking against your backside, smirking in victory at the mewl it gets out of you.

The skin there blooms with warmth, more so as Aemond’s tantalisingly hot skin presses against it once more, your lips parting in what can only described as a relieved moan as he slides into you again, his cockhead hitting the spongey end, filling you utterly.

"-Aemo-"

Smack.

"Not my fucking name, Princess. C'mon, you can do it" he purred, pressing his hand against your back, pushing against your spine and forcing your face against the sheets.

A choked moan almost slips out, with him tugging your hips up to him in such a curved position, his cockhead bullies your sweet spot, dragging his length along your sensitive walls, propelling you to an overwhelming orgasm.

"Go on - beg me for it or I won't let you cum-"

The idea of him denying you yet again when you were so close last time just seems utterly unbearable. So despite the humiliation rocking through your core with each harsh smack of his hips, despite the overwhelming heat of the room and most of all, despite your pride.

You do.

"Please - daddy - need it-"

If you could see him, you'd hate it.

Because he grins. Ear to fucking ear like he's wanted to hear it for months.

"Aren't you gonna beg me for permission to touch yourself?"

You suck in a breath, squealing muffled against the sheets as he gives another hard thrust. Clearly, despite appearances, on the verge himself.

"-can I - can I touch myself - please, daddy -"

"-fuck- baby, touch that little clit for me, yeah? - want to feel you cum-"

His voice is strained, pushing you with each thrust further and further against the sheets, your arms near giving out with the weight of him on you. With difficulty, your hand snakes between you and the mattress that constantly dips with how rough Aemond is being, and finds your bud, running the slickness that has collected over it, tying up your pleasure into two feelings.

Aemond’s lips part, staggered breaths the only thing coming out, as he feels your walls flutter around him, looking down at the way your bodies meet with a soft smack every time. You feel so warm and tight, gods he’s wanted to cum since since you started touching him through his jeans.

But now, pulling you by your hips to spear you onto his cock, he’s so so close.

Just wants to feel you first.

“-baby, you’re doing so well for me-” he breathes quickly, his gaze flitting briefly from where he’s pistoning in and out of you, to your sweat slick face, pressed against the sheets, biting your lips harshly as you pleasure yourself in tandem with Aemond’s movements.

As his hand slid down past your hips, his thumb tracing the bottom of your spine, you suck in a harsh breath when he softly grazes over your puckered hole, still fucking shallowly as if to tease you and him into teetering on the edge of a climax.

You're barely able to see behind you, pressed so hard into the sheets, but he looks good fucking you. His chest shines with perspiration, the chain dangling around his neck teasingly, and his abdominal muscles clenching and unclenching with restraint.

And then you see him smile.

"-oh? We've never done this before have we, princess?-"

Oh shit.

After all the exertion of your passion so far, your slick has easily made its way onto your thighs, so Aemond doesn't have to move much to drag some of it on his thumb and circle your hole with light, delicate motions, moistening the area.

Humiliation creeps up onto your face, eyes slipping shut. No guy before has ever really tried to do this. So this is uncharted territory. But despite the brief embarrassment, you have to admit that the feeling of Aemond ever so slightly pressing his thumb against you as he continues to thrust brutally into your cunt just feels new in the most amazing way.

His other hand still grabs the flesh of your ass, tugging you back to his cock in a frantic rhythm. The mewls coming out your mouth now sounding so unlike your own.

Aemond knows by the way your hips move up to meet his touch that you like it, but are too embarrassed to say.

"-how about it, hm? - you want me in both your pretty little fuckholes? -"

"-yes - yes, please daddy, I-"

Making sure his thumb is slick enough, your puckered hole also, he slides in slowly, using the palm of his hand to grasp whatever of your ass cheeks as he can.

You almost hear his choked moan.

"-fuck-, you're so tight here, princess - you gonna let me fuck it one day, hm? - you'd be so fucking good here-"

The batting of his cock against your upper walls has you very nearly sobbing outwardly, combined with the feeling of him in such a new place, pressing in, you'd forgotten you'd stopped pleasuring yourself. Completely embroiled in this feeling.

He chuckles darkly, crooking the digit ever so slightly, leaning over to press against your back "-you'd fucking let me as well, wouldn't you? -"

The curling of his other fingers on the flesh of your backside has him smiling at the sounds it emits from you.

“-did I say stop, hm? Keep touching yourself - cum for me-”

You know that as soon as you do it’s all over.

His voice, combined with all three feelings at once, tugging at that pleasurable spot inside you that has white, hot pleasure soaring through your bloodstream, has a long, choked moan filling the space between you. And you’re surprised to hear that the same sound slips past Aemond’s lips as well, the air of his breath batting against your neck as he tries to bury himself as deep inside you as he possibly can.

You’re trying to suck in breath without really realising it, the earth-shattering orgasm making your body go all rigid for a moment before you relax against the sheets, with the pleasant weight of him above you.

Everything feels warm. His bedroom right now feeling like a large blanket has enveloped you both. It seems a weird thing to think in the moment, with Aemond’s half naked body hunched over you, his cock twitching and pulsing, whimpering as he is still emptying himself inside of you and feeling the aftershocks through your fleshy walls.

All his micro-movements seem overly-sensitive. And when Aemond exhales, lifting himself off your back, lifting your lids to open your eyes feels like the most difficult thing you’ve ever done.

“-sorry-” he whispers cautiously as he pulls his softening cock from you, immediately feeling the warm rush of cum coating your inner thighs.

Warmth blossoms once again to your cheeks as he stays still, and you think he must be staring at the way he leaks from you, sighing in a sort of perverted admiration.

You don’t even have time to open your mouth before his thumb slips out your other hole, only to jolt in shock once it’s immediately replaced by his tongue. All those dulled out endorphins that were dissipating into your limbs feel like they all gather back, and you squeeze your thighs together, fisting the bedsheets so tightly they could’ve torn.

Both of his hands seem to find their home on each asscheek, spreading them so he can easily swirl his talented wet, muscle around your hole, fucking moaning as he does it. All your nerves ring semi-uncomfortably, overstimulation nipping at the edges of the pleasure.

“-fuck, Aemond, no no, please-” you plead, emitting a weary, exhausted laugh when he chuckles and pulls away, landing one softened smack against the flesh.

“-Mm- another time-”

Lethargy pulls at your body as you lay on your front, blinking slowly as you feel the mattress rise, pressing your lips together as Aemond disappears into the en-suite, tucking himself back into his jeans.

A moment later, he comes back with a warm washcloth, offering to clean you up. But you simply smile, pushing yourself to sit up, “I’m good”, you smile, with a flushed face, feeling slightly bashful after what you’d just done together.

One long shower together later, you lay in his bed, looking out at the city beneath, the cascade of brightly coloured lights littering the dark space between buildings. Aemond’s shirt easily reaches to your thighs, with nothing beneath, not having anticipated staying over anywhere today.

Aemond sighs calmly, his chin on the top of your head, pressed against your back, with one of his hands running through the tresses of your hair, every now and then stroking at your scalp, which has your eyes slipping shut at the pleasant feeling.

“Well, princess? Do you like it?” he asks, his voice all soft and tired.

You meet his lilac gaze, tilting your head slightly in question.

“The apartment”.

“It’s perfect”, you smile, reaching up his cheek and running the back of your fingers over it, the scar tissue feeling slightly different in texture over your skin, “you sure you want me to move in?”

He blinks slowly, a smile rising to his lips, his hand coming to yours and pressing a soft, tender kiss to your wrist. And though not directly sexual, it makes your belly do little backflips, feeling so intimate and captivating that warmth floods your skin through his lips.

“Of course, princess. I can't do this without you”.

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[toomuchracket]

I’d love it with d word matty 😭🫶🏼

yes! so when matty becomes a literal d word, i think it's - naturally - your parents and siblings who are first to visit you and your daughter in hospital. literally everyone except the baby is crying (she's too busy sleeping in her little clear box and then in matty's arms lmao. i have a feeling he would be so reluctant to ever stop holding his baby lol) over how teeny she is and how beautiful and how happy they are that she's here, denise and your mum especially. the day after they've been in, it's the boys' (and their families) turn. i think adam and carly and baby hann are probably the first ones to arrive; baby hann tackles matty's legs, and then matty lifts him up for a group hug with the entire holt-hann family, while you stay sitting on the bed holding your daughter grinning at them. when the hug stops, matty puts baby hann down and stays just hugging adam (bless) while carly and her son head over to you - she half-hugs you and says "congratulations, gorgeous girl!" and coos over your baby, while her baby climbs up onto the bed to cuddle into you and look at his new little cousin (carly takes 85788 pics of this) and give you the congratulations card he made for you at nursery (which makes you cry). adam comes over to kiss your head and meet your daughter (he tears up), while matty greets the three amigos who have just appeared in the doorway lol - charli pats him on the head and is over to see you and her niece immediately, squealing about how beautiful you both are, while matty hugs george and ross and all three of them cry a little bit lol. ross - still emosh - makes a sarky comment like "jesus she just looks exactly like matty. hopefully that means she's got your personality, love. that would be for the best", and george clips him on the back of the head like "you're so blind. that is literally her mother's entire face. she just got matty's hair. god help you trying to style it when she gets older, by the way, babe". and you laugh like "it's cool i'll just get you to help me cut it, you've got experience with that", which makes george cackle and hug you as best he can like "love you, honestly. and i love your husband. however i think i love your baby most" - matty's like "smh george after everything we've been through. valid though she is literally perfect. takes after her mum" and he leans down to kiss you softly before being like "ok let me take her now pls", and you fake roll your eyes like "not you hogging our baby again. but ok i need to properly hug everyone". so matty takes your daughter, cooing at her lovingly, while you give everyone a proper hug each. afterwards, the boys (adam carrying baby hann) all crowd round their boy and his daughter smiling - you take a pic, and pretty soon every single one of them has it framed in their house. very cute vibes all round <3

[woah-were-halfway-there]

I kind of love all this Brian talk! It's making me a bit emosh. I'm thinking about when Mias first born and Austons acclimating to fatherhood. Maybe he and Brian sit down and have a heart to heart and what's one piece of really good advice Brian says to him about his new role as Dad that Auston really internalizes?

Honestly this Brian talk is making me so soft so I’m here for it 🥺😭 please ok and maybe it’s within the first couple of days of Mia being born because Auston’s parents stay with them for a bit to help them adjust and Carson’s resting because she hadn’t gotten much sleep and Ema is out getting a few groceries for them. So it’s just Brian and Auston, and Auston’s holding itty Mia just not being able to look away from her because she’s there and she’s real and Brian just watches feeling so so proud and enamoured. And then Brian initiates their heart to heart. He starts off with saying how proud he is of Auston for taking on his role of Mia’s dad so seriously already and it leads to Auston to talk about his worries. The being away and just not being the support that both Mia and Carson need him to be. And Brian listens but reminds him how new this is all is. It’s a learn as you go type of situation and Auston can’t beat himself up for something he hasn’t learned to navigate. And Auston would say “but what if I never figure it out? What if she grows up to resent me?” And Brian would remind him about Carson. How they’re a team and if Carson, the parent that will primarily be home with Mia the most, has a say in it (which she does) Brian knows she won’t let that happen. Brian’s talked to Carson and knows her really well, she would never ever paint Auston as the bad guy in their kids eyes and is willing to make sacrifices to ensure they always know how loved they are by their dad. She wouldn’t do that if she didn’t know how much Auston loves them. And with saying that I think Brian would also remind Auston how Carson is a huge piece in it all and any issues or concerns they may have, they need to communicate with each other about it. They’ll only figure it out if they work together, but Brian has no concerns about that. He knows everything will be ok for them

[withleeknow]

WOMAN I’M AWAKE HELLO GOOD MORNING MY LOVE ARE YOU WELL? ARE YOU OK? BECAUSE I AM NOT. 

the way you effectively listed out the order in which my twitter feed was arranged this morning - the algorithm is algorithm-ing 🫡 JIN LOOKS SOOOOOOOOOO WELL AND HEALTHY AND THE BOYS LOOKED SOOOOOO HAPPY (seeing yoongi's eyesmile has me esp emosh) ASFDFGHHJJKLL MY HEART IS BURSTING (っ- ‸ - ς)

MY BREADCHEEKS (tell me this isnt his smile - ˙ᵕ˙ ) ARE BACK and honestly until his live I didn’t realise just how much I missed his sassy aura so so much like: him yeeting flowers out of the frame https://tinyurl.com/bddw6ray

RM WITH A SAXOPHONE I DIED LAUGHING THERE’S ALWAYS ONE IN THE GROUP AND WHEN IT COMES TO BANGTAN, IT’S ALWAYS HIM. like, I’ll give you another angle of the vmin hug that is absolutely sending me: https://tinyurl.com/26ww6das

this was actually the first thing I saw this morning: https://tinyurl.com/2m48bh5x I fully teared up at how endearing this is - the way they’re holding onto one another THE HYUNG IMPACTTTT HE HAS 🥺🥺

I'm literally typing this waiting for my meeting to start but PRIORITIES BC OUR ASTRONAUT IS BAAAACCKKK <3

oh i am not okay! i'm in the office and i keep tearing up just thinking about them. my beautiful beautiful beautiful seven i love them so very much 😭 BREADCHEEKS AND BOONGI 😭 and look

THE ETERNAL ROOMMATES ARE BACK TOGETHER FINALLY 😭

the flower yeet... his first live and he's already so chaotic i expected nothing less. everything is starting to fall back into place onigiri i'm so happy :((( i was lowkey hoping that he would slice the cake open with his bare hands again but oh well lmao

THAT ANGLE WAS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING LMFAO WHAT THE FUCK 🤣 photo of all time. i'm gonna frame that on my walls my god. but my baby mimi is so soft and tender, the vmin hug is completely taking me out. it was the first thing i saw this morning when my friend sent it to me and i just- 😭 look at them !!! why do we have a whole year left just get the soulmates back together already ffs 😭

everyone loves kim seokjin our world wide handsome 😭 this is so wonderful i am overflowing with so much love i have for them, i hope they live forever 😭 and we still have tomorrow!! more emo hours coming our way courtesy of kim seokjin. and !! and !! and !!

if i were home rn i would definitely be sitting in a puddle of my own tears. i love him so much HE'S FREE WE GOT HIM BACK 😭

[tonguetyd]

hii!! instead of sending the 💌 i am taking this opportunity to tell you that i LOVE every time i get to read your tags in one of my posts (esp my silly shitposts your tags make me laugh every time), i know we aren’t close mutuals but just about any time i see your url in my notifs i go “there she is!!” 🖤

Ok I had to let my brain wake up enough to respond to this with more than just a keysmash and crying emojis. Unfortunately, looks like I’m too emosh to do anything but that sO

JSJAKTKKRJWKXJABWBYKAIWNTBMSOAKWMTBEIXOAKMYN 😭😭😭😭😭

I can only add funny tags because the shitposts are so great, they bring me so much joy, I love seeing your little purple icon pop up in my notifs too, very happy you are here

[hoonvrs]

saintt hello OMGG its been way longer than what it should’ve been ✋😔

ive been ok school struck me which was why i was never on here for a while, finals got me stressing like crazyyy (hows school for you?)

im so mad that i blink and winter break is almost over like working my butt off in school should not just give me a 2 week break hello??? the ppl at my school are bad in general which is why i don’t wanna go back 😭😭 the cocky popular girls be tryna cause problems with meee (bye so sorry for that rant)

i hope u had a good holiday with your familyyy esp new years since it was recent,, did u have a good one?? (I hate how everything was going well until i got sick the day after new yearsss)

bye i keep ranting but i miss talking to u smmm i hope ur always doing well <33

CHAE CHAEE wayy too long i’ve missed u pooks

goodluck with finals😭 wishing u all the best bae, unis fine tbh but i have two essays that i haven’t start so😄

girllll i had FIVE WEEKS off and it felt like a weekend like HUH???? the girls🙂 i’ll get them for u

new years was goodd a bit emosh cause when isn’t it not it’s but other then that i was happy cause i wasn’t sick for new years which is rare and omgg are u okay now?? take care of urself before i do it myself😡

ALSO NEW THEME HELLOOOO wonbin heyyy twirls hair

nooo i love ur ranting and I MISS U🫵🏼 more. hope everting works out well for u lovie mwah

[stoppit-keepout]

i’m rereading terra ignota...

I got Too Like the Lightning out as an ebook from my library so I was able to highlight with WILD ABANDON. I went particularly feral over:

foreshadowing/delayed decoding stuff where they have conversations about Secret Affairs right in front of you, the reader, without you, the reader, becoming aware of what was going on.

crimes and general freakery (affectionate)

Utopia ;; and Martin ;;

potential 9A sightings

Heads up that the selection of quotes/associated commentary might contain spoilers for the whole series. if you (ps?) are interested in a subset that only spoils for TLtL and/or Seven Surrenders, lemme know.

right [taps papers on desk] let’s go :)

Chapter 2: A Boy And His God Carlyle Foster: “If I were going to abuse my position, all I need is the Saneer-Weeksbooth bash’s door key to wreck the world.”


gosh, I... I sure hope... nobody in the Saneer-Weeksbooth bash’ would ever misuse their power... Wonder if this has occurred to anyone else, Carlyle! Really makes u think.

Chapter 3. The Most Important People in the World Ockham Saneer, speaking to Martin (et al.? #damnatioMemoriae): "You think just because your bash' ponces around the Sanctum Sanctorum you can waltz in here and improve on my security?"

i feel sick, and by “sick” i mean “thrilled.”

(Ockham Saneer) Humanist: "A mass crash is not the danger. The system will ground all the cars if any tampering's detected, and they can self-land even with the system dead. The problem is shutting down all transit on Earth for however long it took us to recheck the system, could be minutes, hours. The Censor told me a complete shutdown would cost the world economy a billion euros a minute, not to mention stranding millions, cutting off supplies, ambulances, police. That's your catastrophe."

looks directly into camera. DIRECTLY!!

"Martin Guildbreaker." His eyes widened as he realized his mistake. "I mean Mycroft, my real name's Mycroft, Mycroft Guildbreaker, but everybody calls me Martin. But I'm not in a cult or anything, it's just one of those nicknames that happens."

things that will absolutely convince people you’re not in a cult: telling them “I’m not in a cult or anything.” also, Martin, sweetheart... you are a Mason...

Chapter 4. A Thing Long Thought Extinct Mycroft on Danaë: But I do know who would win a worldwide vote for the face on Earth most likely to launch a thousand ships.

we’ll see about that :|

Mycroft to Danaë: "Martin understands better than anyone how important it is to keep press and public from hounding Hive leaders' children."

but he’s not in a cult or anything.

Chapter 5. Aristotle's House Mycroft: "Could you resist, day in, day out, if you could resurrect a friend?" Carlyle: "No. No, I couldn't. No one could." I did not correct him.

ok this one’s here partly because it made me emosh, and partly because uh. No one did!

Chapter 7. Canis Domini Lesley Saneer (on meeting Dominic): "What are you supposed to be?"

fucking pwned, get ‘em Lesley!!

Chapter 8. A Place of Honor Bryar Kosala just likes helping people, and is good at running things, and when invited to become the world's Mom she said, "Sure."

can’t tell if it’s my own agenda speaking or if this seemed just as sinister the first time i read it. “likes helping people” “good at running things” ok sure whatever.

Before taking Servicers out for ice cream: "She [Kosala] did not have a smile for Mycroft Canner."

... u in that crowd of Servicers, 9A? [squints] anyway, Kosala can smile at whoever she wants, Mycroft, but also you pointing this out DID make me grumpy at her so gj.

"Jung Su-Hyeon Ancelet-Kosala is a good person, a worthy successor to the Censor and deserving of a place on a legitimate Seven-Ten list someday."

looks directly into the fic that i need to finish writing... camera

Chapter 9. Every Soul That Ever Died "This will be the gentlest of sessions, as Carlyle takes a child down the many paths of skepticism, not to conclusions, but to questions. I will show you worse in time, but you will never understand this history if you do not dare read about another's God."

welp! <3

Chapter 11. Enter Sniper Ganymede at a big party in front of lots of witnesses: "It's been too long, Doctor Weeksbooth. We hear excellent things about your work on the system, innovation after innovation. Admirable. We all sleep the safer knowing the Hive has you guarding its interests."

this made me feel like I was absolutely losing my mind, I had to stand up and walk around. INNOVATION AFTER INNOVATION, HUH. you are at a PARTY.

okay I’m gonna go walk around again now.

"Poor Cato." Sniper mussed his ba'sib's hair. "You were great! No one could have lived the part better. But the spotlight really isn't your place, is it? Don't worry, I'd never mix you up in any real trouble. Cross my heart." Sniper spoke the last words, and made the gesture, looking not at Cato, but straight at Ganymede, holding his President's eyes with a rare expression of true gravity.

MAYBE I SHOULDN’T’VE SAT BACK DOWN. cross my heart.... Ada Palmer, your mind...

Chapter 13. ... Perhaps the Stars "There is one race in whom ambition flows still. I do not mean the Humanists' lust for fame, Masons' for power, or the driving need of Europeans and Mitsubishi to prove their nation-strats superior to one another---those ambitions are appetite or envy by finer names. What I speak of is the primordial ambition which brought us from the trees, which launched the first ships across then-infinite oceans, and drove one brave ape to approach the heavenly destroyer 'fire' and make it ours. Reader, we no longer aim for Earth nor atom, but, so long as the Utopians still live and breathe, they will not give up on our last great dream: the stars."

;~; whispers “never gonna give you up...”

The coat of ruins shrugged. "We're used to it." You may not believe me, but I wept.

of COURSE i believe you, Mycroft. Jesus. also, me too.

Chapter 16. Thou Canst Not Put It Off Forever, Mycroft "¿How long until the next Mars launch?" He asked Cato in Spanish, His voice soft to the point of weakness, as when one talks to one's self to relieve too long a silence. "Two days, fifteen hours," Cato answered automatically, like a child caught mid-daydream by the teacher. "¿For how many generations has the Saneer-Weeksbooth bash' been Humanist?" "I don't know. Ten, maybe." "Thank you. I am J.E.D.D. Mason. The safety of your bash' and the incomparable service you provide humanity has been entrusted to Me, by order of all seven Hives and the will of the Alliance. I am looking for My dog. ¿May I come in?"

I CAN’T PICK OUT JUST ONE PART OF THIS. Cato being as open a book as a human can be, J.E.D.D. Mason never being able to turn the dial down from an 11, the casual dehumanization of Mycroft, His dog.... catnip to me, all of it.

Chapter 17. Tocqueville's Valet Mycroft speaking to the Major about J.E.D.D.: "They are a good Person, Good, honest, kind, trustworthy, and keep Their promises more absolutely than anyone I've ever known."

let’s hope!!! Also love the capitalization of Good.

Chapter 18. The Tenth Director "These Nine Directors don't believe Utopians will really live on Mars in 2660. Utopians do."

I say again: ;~; Utopia.

Mycroft to J.E.D.D. "And if hired Utopians were to plan such a thing [as the Black Sakura break-in] for one of the other Hives, they would succeed, and they would make sure we did not suspect them." I cringe even now repeating this, reader. Do not fear the Utopians. Anyone would call Utopia a fearsome foe, but they do not play these Earthly power games, and, like a nest of hornets, they sting only when provoked.

We Thought We’d Redacted This, Episode 1

Chapter 19. Flies to Honey Chagatai speaking to Thisbe and Carlyle: "Mycroft dropped off a pretty battered young thing they said they rescued from somewhere. Servicer Mycroft, not the Mason, Servicer business as I understand, somebody's ba'sib."

[squints] whose ba’sib, Chagatai. whose!!!

Chagatai's paraphrased answer to Thisbe asking about J.E.D.D. Mason's hobbies: J.E.D.D. Mason's most common activities, at least at home, were reading, conducting business over His tracker, sitting perfectly still doing nothing, and, the all-time favourite, lying perfectly still doing nothing.

never gets old <3

Chapter 22. Mycroft is Mycroft Carlyle doesn't think Mycroft is reformed: "You create things, Bridger, you don't make people into different people." Bridger: "You should talk to Mycroft, you'll see how different they are."

uh ?? UH??? (while I fully believe Mycroft had his come-to-J.E.D.D.sus moment and got the bug protection shoes and spurned violence etc. before he met Bridger, ... Bridger, did you do something? Bridger, kiddo, I think you did something!!! )

Chapter 24. Sometimes Even I am Very Lonely "the deadliest majority is not something most of my contemporaries are, reader, it is something they are not."

;;

Chapter 25. Madame's "Can you imagine a nobler act, reader? Sacrificing his [Diderot's] own chance to add his voice to humanity's Great Conversation to safeguard the Conversation itself?"

unexpected 9A emotions here, gonna go crawl into a hole, brb

Chapter 26. Madame D'Arouet Narration: "Fear forced Utopia to act. They chose a gentle protest. When the Graff trial began they called in sick, "indefinite stasis," as they put it, not one, not hundreds, but all four hundred million at once. The laboratories, factories, think tanks, presses closed. For three weeks the world tasted life without four hundred million vocateurs. Hate rose, and fear, all the arrows of complacent Earth against Utopia, and it was that threat which steeled Mycroft MASON to step onto the Senate floor and stop the Nurturists' Eighth Law at any price. Your hero gave his all for them, reader, for Aldrin, for Voltaire, for Apollo Mojave, not for his Masons, not for Eureka Weeksbooth, not for you."

Mycroft MASON [handshake emoji] tumblr user stoppit-keepout

28. The Enemy Mycroft to Eureka about the Wish list: "You need to be careful---it may have started as a joke, but in the wrong hands it could make the whole Hive look like murderers."

can’t have that...

Ok and this part was just Mycroft’s backstory because I got kinda confused. I feel like there must’ve been foul play RE: the destruction of his & Saladin’s birth-bash’, but I can’t tell if it’s textually-supported, u know? Was this an O.S. thing? Just random bad chance? anyway:

Gardens at Alba Longa very imperial; Brill suggested Aeneas MASON make it into a Denkergarten

Emperor built 5 bash'houses, invited 5 coolest bash'es to live there

"The committee picked one bash' of ex-European Masons, one of Cousins who would later take me in, one mixed Brillists and Humanists, one Cousins and Masons, and, that rarest of treasures, the Mardi bash', which boasted six Hives and a Hiveless, while Apollo's constant visits almost granted it the seventh. Much has been written of my house, the fifth house, the service house, the groundskeepers and maintenance staff that served this think tank, and what inferiority complexes I might have picked up even before the accident as I grew up knowing all my playmates were genius children earmarked for greatness while I was not. It is somewhat unfair of me to contradict my biographers at this late point, but, for the record, I and, while they lived, my ba'sibs knew full well that a committee had chosen the other bash'es, while Aeneas MASON himself selected us. If we had to squander some hours on the not-unpleasant task of gardening, it was the only way the Emperor could secure an undebated seat for the one bash' for which he held the highest hopes. He visited me in the hospital after the accident that claimed the others, and from how he wept I might have been the last chapter of a now-lost masterpiece."

that’s rough, buddy.

Apollo Mojave to the Mardi children: "Would you destroy a better world to save this one?"

putting that in my roster for when I’m baby-sitting for my friends.

Tully Mardi to his crowd: "War! I'm talking about war! Revolution! Blood! You think it can't happen, that without nations, without armies there can't be war? We have police! They're forces enough. It can happen, and it will."

Tully Mardi Shut Up Challenge. But also reminding me of my favourite Fantasy High side characters, the Cubbies. (”laws are threats made by the dominant socio-economic, ethnic group in a given nation. It's just a promise of violence that's enacted and police are basically an occupying army, you know what I mean?“)

Chapter 30. Deo Erexit Sade Headmaster Faust is an avatar of curiosity. "What project would that [the Utopians' most sensitive one] be, Mycroft? What constellation?" "Cultural preparations for Mars," I answered without actually lying.

is this finishing Apollo Mojave’s manuscript?? am I a fool?

31. Dominant Predator Saladin soothing Bridger: "No one else can hurt you while I'm here."

welp!!

Providence had its king [Bridger] defend himself: "I wish you really were Apollo Mojave." The child sniffed. "Apollo would be able to figure out what the bad guys want, and make me understand it, and then we could make a plan, and get Utopians to help."

don’t remember if this made sirens go off in my head before, but !! bridger it’s rude to wish people were other people...

Chapter 32. That There Are Two [starts off with a long Servicer interaction]

[squints VERY HARD] u there?

"I've seen this [Bridger's collection of toys] before," Carlyle whispered. The Message doesn't have to be a burning bush, reader. From the Maker of planets, atoms, and electrons, the Message can be a thought.

CHILLS.

~

ok that’s all I had highlighted! feeling better now that it’s out of my non-backed-up notes app and out into the world! also feeling regretful that now I have to like... do my job for the rest of the day... terrible. I wanna restart Seven Surrenders instead. :(

[fkinavocado]

actually while we’re on it, let’s talk first kiss stories, lemme hear 🫠

omgosh ahahah well my first kiss was initiated by me when i was 14 and it was more a peck than anything. then at 15 i got with this guy that was super sweet and i've never french kisses so slowly and sweetly than i did back then istg it was so good he was so gentle and sweet (i know i keep repeating this word but it just stands out to me)

but my favorite kisser was my first love and fun fact (🥲) we're both not over eachother at 30 (we were together at 17 through 20) and whenever we kiss ever since it's the same istg it's sooooo good like we're back in time in an instant 🥹uff ok i'm getting emosh dhsjsnsn

[theres-a-tvjoe]

listen I ambushed @zainclaw with a headcanon and now you all have to suffer too so hear me out (Eddie and Buck aren’t together yet in this hc but it is imminent)

Buck secretly has a beautiful singing voice. Like really beautiful. And fucking no one knows.

Until one day Eddie brings Chris by the firehouse on the way to a doctors appointment to say hi to the fam and Chris sits next to buck on the couch and says ‘buck will you sing the tangled song for me’

And buck kind of pauses, cause everyone else is just over by the kitchen and he’s shy okay, he’s never sang for anyone but Chris. He doesn’t think he’s good, obviously. But whenever Chris is anxious or really sleepy for feeling unwell and buck has watched him while Eddie runs errands or works or whatever, buck will sing to him and it helps.

So buck is like ‘I don’t know buddy, maybe we could save it for when it’s just you and me?’

And Chris is like ‘please buck, I’m scared for the doctor’

And ofc buck can’t say no, he starts really softly singing ‘at last I see the light’ from tangled (this guy gave me buck voice inspo)

And he gets so wrapped up in singing for Chris that he doesn’t know everyone else has stopped talking and is just staring with their jaws on the floor cause what the fuck buck has the voice of an angel

Eddie is obviiii vvvvvvv emosh about all this, hen freaks out, Bobby is so soft about it and buck is so fucking shy when everyone compliments him ok cause he doesn’t think he deserves it obviously

ANYWAYS ALL OF THIS LEADS TO THE FOLLOWING

Imagine, IF YOU WILL, like Bobby’s 50th birthday or something. Big celebration! Important fam event!

Athena and the Nash-Grant fam ask buck to sing for Bobby’s bday. They beg. Buck is sooooooo unsure, so shy. But Athena says it would mean the world to Bobby, so he agrees. May plays the piano for it.

The song buck sings is ‘in case you don’t live forever’ by Ben Platt and I’m posting the fucking lyrics because they are exactly Buck’s feelings about Bobby and Bobby needs to know he has a son that loves him that he has never let down and that he’s bucks hero and I am SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT THIS OK

You put all your faith in my dreams

You gave me the world that I wanted

What did I do to deserve you?

I follow your steps with my feet

I walk on the road that you started

I need you to know that I heard you, every word

I've waited way too long to say

Everything you mean to me

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you now

I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth

I'm everything that I am because of you

I, I've carried this song in my mind

Listen, it's echoing in me

But I haven't helped you to hear it

We, we've only got so much time

I'm pretty sure it would kill me

If you didn't know the pieces of me are pieces of you

I've waited way too long to say

Everything you mean to me

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you now

I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth

I'm everything that I am because of you

I have a hero whenever I need one

I just look up to you and I see one

I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you now

I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth

I'm everything that I am

Whoa... whoa...

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth

As long as I'm here as I am, so are you

Please listen to it and imagine a nervous af buck in the grant nash backyard under twinkly lights singing this for Bobby’s birthday and the entire firefam is there and not a dry fucking eye in the house ok

Sorry if none of this made sense but I am weepin

[stillbandofbrothersthirsty]

ok but which BoB guy get which song from Olivia Rodrigo’s new album?

1st off, this was SO fun for me to think about so thank you!!!💓 2nd, my response is probably longer than you expected so buckle up.

1. brutal (Toye)

Snarky, clever, a little angry? This one makes me think of Toye. Aside from the title describing his war, the lyrics are emotional and vulnerable at an arms distance which is how I understand Joe - secretly emosh with a hard shell.

2. traitor (Welsh)

This is pretty headcanonny but I can totally see Welsh being the guy who has a partner and is too afraid to break up with them because he doesn’t want to hurt them. So he breaks up with them in an irresponsible way, waiting until he’s fallen in love with the next person. It’s nothing against him bc it comes from a kind place but definitely misguided & eventually he’ll mature out of it.

3. drivers license (Don Malarkey)

This song screams Don to me because it is mourning this loss of innocence and previous love without being angry or hateful. Don’s grief KILLS me & to see him lose his innocence.. definitely something to mourn 😭

4. 1 step forward, 3 steps back (Nixon)

Soo this is one of the songs for my OC, Emily & Nixon’s relationship so to me this is Nixon’s song.

5. deja vu (Liebgott)

Lieb has this idea of what he wants in love and his future so I can see him matching the girl to what he likes, which is a way I interpret this song.

6. good 4 u (Martin)

(Johnny is my love sooo) Maybe this is just me & my issues but I always picture him being a bit of a withholding partner who’s selfish in a way I love but shouldn’t. I can see him really f*cking a person up....cuz unless you’re his person is he really gonna care that much?

7. enough for you (David Webster)

Anyone else get pseudo-feminist gas-lighter energy from him?

8. happier (Skip Muck)

Okay so I was really thinking about this song then pictured Skip Muck & almost started crying. Just listen to the lyrics and think about it... 🥺😭

9. jealousy, jealousy (Buck)

The guy who is MADE to be a G.I. and everyone looks up to him so much but I kinda feel like he doesn’t appreciate himself enough. Like leave you with for German’s? F*ck that Buck.

10. favorite crime (Spiers)

I mean... how can this one be anyone but Spiers?

11. hope ur ok (Babe)

Babe has a good memory for the people in his past and empathy for them and the people in his present. This song gives me sweet Babe vibes.

[deansawthetvglow]

yes! it was a good one!🥰 i knew i knew a thing lol.

yoU are soft. chaoticly soft. like, you don't try to be soft but you wind up that way away, is the vibe i get. like "he's an angry sleeper, like a bear." but a cuddly marlo instead of dean. (i've started to ramble but, like, yeah)-🦥

i feel too much i feEL TOO MUCH GOD DAMMIT

How’d u know the dean comparison would get me 😭

i been lying here for like 7 minutes now just looking up at the stars n clouds n thinking abt u and this nd post-finale unstable that i am im just— im so emosh im so im so —

ok maybe im overreacting but

i feel a lot and im really i dunno u know me so well pls

also please keep sharing with me please dont go away please share with me the small things in your day or reach out if u need a smile pls dont disappear ok

[pricetagofficial]

Hi Brett can I just say the way that I love your no nonsense attitude regarding ship bashing and how respectful you seem. And you love Nemo and Coco?! I love those films man, they make me so emosh. Day by day you just get even more awesome to me ugh I'm so close to just coming off anon and finally revealing myself (the date of the wedding getting closer by the min lol) I hope you're ok. How's your day been? Sending some deserved love your way: ❤❤❤❤🧡🧡💛💛💖💖💜💜💚💚💗💗💞💞💓💓💘💘💝💝🖤🖤

Oh hai! Honestly, I just don't care. Why waste my time worried about what others think, it isn't beneficial to me so 🤷‍♀️ But Nemo is my favorite movie and I wanna know who you are! But I respect the anon choice, you do you boo. 💖💖💖💕💕💖❤ and my day has been pretty good so far thanks for asking!

[vexedtonightmares]

hi! i love your writing! i was wondering, could you possibly write something about lucas and the girls talking about lucas and eliotts relationship...i get so emosh just thinking about the girls seeing how far lucas has come and gushing over their boyfriends with each other!

someone tell the boys 

They were all drunk except for Imane, which was to be expected. Come to think of it, Lucas wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up here, because he was pretty sure this had started out as a girl’s night, but at this point he was drunk enough that he didn’t care. 

Manon was laying with her head in his lap and she looked minutes away from falling asleep, so he ran his fingers through her hair because he didn’t know what else to do when a girl’s head was in his lap. 

She blinked up as him blearily and gave him a sleepy half smile. “That feels nice, Lucas. Do you pet Eliott’s hair like that?”

“What?” He blinked down at her and laughed softly. She gestured vaguely to her head, then patted Lucas’ hand. 

“You know… Eliott has great hair�� you should pet his hair like this…” she trailed off, giving him that same dopey smile as before. Manon really could not hold her alcohol well at all, and it amused Lucas to no end. To get one thing straight— well, gay, really— he did pet Eliott’s hair like this, but he wasn’t yet drunk enough to go into any sort of details about his relationship. He didn’t mind talking about it when Eliott was around, but he always felt sort of shy about the matter when he wasn’t. 

Lucas laughed again, ruffling her hair over her face and jolting slightly when he saw Daphné had sat down beside him and was looking at him with wide eyes. 

“Why didn’t Eliott come tonight?” she asked, pouting. 

He raised an eyebrow, because if anyone should have been pouting, it was him. “Boy’s night with Idriss and Sofiane,” he answered, taking a small sip of whatever concoction Emma had poured for him. He could hardly taste the alcohol in it, which was either a good sign, or a very bad one. Knowing Emma, he was betting on the latter. 

“Aren’t you a boy?” Daphné pressed, and Lucas raised both eyebrows.

“Last I checked.”

“Then why aren’t you at boy’s night?” she asked with a scandalized gasp. Lucas caught Imane rolling her eyes in his periphery, and if he wasn’t pleasantly buzzed, he would have been right with her. 

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and spoke softly. “Because those aren’t my boys. I love Idriss and Sofiane, but they’re Eliott’s best friends, not mine. I spend time alone with my best friends too.”

“Awww, I consider you a best friend too!” Daphné engulfed Lucas in a bone crushing hug, even though he most definitely had not been talking about her. 

Emma clearly picked up on this, snorting and sitting on his opposite side, lifting Manon’s legs and placing them on her lap. Manon stirred slightly, but remained half asleep. “I think he was probably talking about his boys, Daph,” she said plainly. 

Daphné pulled back, scandalized. “But…”

“Don’t worry, I love you too Daphy. Just not quite as much as the gang,” he reassured her. 

She huffed. “Well, I don’t love you as much as Basile anyway—”

“I should hope not,” he laughed, but she ignored him. 

“—and Basile and I, by the way, we tried a new position the other day, it was—” she continued, only to be cut off by Imane. Lucas sighed as waves of relief rolled off him. The last thing he needed was to know Daphné and Basile’s sexual history. He’d already heard enough from Basile, he didn’t need any more details, especially if what she was about to say was what Basile had tried to explain to them over text the day before. 

“Speaking of Sofiane, did I tell you guys about my date the other day?” she said hurriedly, and Lucas smiled covertly at her. He knew she would never willingly divulge information about her relationship unless the situation was dire. Plus, she was probably betting on the fact that none of them would remember in the morning. 

The other four girls squealed, Manon even waking up enough to sit up and lean in to Imane, legs still splayed across Emma’s. Lucas zoned out a bit as they talked, knowing he’d probably get a similar run down from Eliott later based on whatever Sofiane had told him. Eliott had actually invited him to hang out with Idriss and Sofiane, but Lucas never knew what to do when he asked, so he’d turned him down. He wanted Eliott to have time with his friends without his boyfriend tagging along, even if they were all technically friends. Eliott did the same with the gang sometimes, finding other places to be sometimes when the four were hanging out. It wasn’t very often he did so, mostly because Lucas always wanted Eliott with him, but he appreciated Eliott’s efforts to give him time alone with his friends, so he wanted to return the favor.

It wasn’t until Imane looked at him with wide, pleading eyes across the circle of girls and him that he realized he’d been out of the conversation and should probably intervene to save her. 

“Do any of you guys care if I turn on some music?” he asked loudly, more loudly than probably necessary. As the rest of the girls turned to frown at his interruption, Imane smiled gratefully. 

“I have a new album I want you guys to listen to!” she cut in, extracting herself to go grab her phone from the other side of the room, patting Lucas on the shoulder as she went. 

“When will I ever have what Imane and Sofiane have,” Alexia sighed dramatically, resting her head back on the couch cushion she was leaning against. 

Daphné frowned. “Don’t you have Arthur?”

“I don’t… know,” Alexia admitted, and Lucas tuned in further, because this was the first he was hearing of this. He’d been equally surprised both when Arthur came out as bi to him, and when Arthur said he was planning on asking Alexia out on a date, because the Arthur Lucas knew didn’t do dates, not unless he saw it going somewhere. He and Arthur did like to hold it over Yann and Basile’s heads that there was a gay majority in the gang now, especially when Eliott was with them, to which Yann would always flip them off and Basile would say he didn’t care because he had Daphné. Yann and Chloé had also broken up after a little while, but he seemed happy being single for the time being. 

“What don’t you know about it?” Manon asked matter-of-factly, still the most to the point even in her current drunken daze. 

Alexia sighed again, gesturing vaguely with her hands. “He’s so all over the place. Sometimes he’s there, like really there, but then other times it’s like he forgets I exist. Not in a mean way, though, I can tell he still likes me, but I don’t know if it’s a friend thing or a relationship thing.”

Yeah, that sounded more like Arthur. He really wasn’t a relationship person, but it did say something that he was trying in some respects, albeit clearly not enough. Emma rolled her eyes. “Then tell him to be straight up and get his shit together. If he wants you, he wants you. If he doesn’t, his loss.”

“I don’t think it’s quite that simple Emma—” Manon cut in, and Lucas was inclined to agree. Arthur was never a very straightforward person in regards to his romantic life, and forcing him to make a choice, while probably necessary, didn’t need to be so black and white. 

Alexia agreed with Manon, “You guys just don’t know Arthur that well. Even if I ask him straight up, I don’t think he’d give me a straight up answer.”

“Lucas knows Arthur,” Imane pointed out as she sat back down, and Lucas glared at her. The last thing on earth he should be doing was giving Alexia relationship advice, and yet. 

She looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, and Lucas’ defenses crumbled. If he was sober, he probably would have resisted better. At least, that was what he was telling himself. “I do know Arthur,” he agreed carefully, “But I do have to warn you that he’s not the most… committed when it comes to relationships. In all the time we’ve been friends he’s never once dated anybody, but he’s hooked up with a lot of people.”

“Lucas!” Manon chastised him, watching as Alexia’s face grew weary. 

Lucas backtracked, “That doesn’t mean he never will, though! I mean, you’re the only person he’s ever told me about before hooking up, or asked my advice or anything.”

“He asked you about me?” Alexia squinted, like she wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not. 

“I mean, he told me he wanted to ask you out on a date,” Lucas said, then froze, wondering if he’d accidentally given something away, “Unless you don’t know that yet, then forget I said anything.”

Alexia laughed. “We’ve been out on a date.”

“Ok cool. Um, then… I don’t know, I guess it is best to be straightforward with him, but I can’t guarantee he’ll be straightforward back. Arthur is quite a mystery to us all.” Who allowed him to give any advice, how had he found himself in this situation?

“When did you become so wise Lucas?” Emma asked with a frown. He wasn’t sure if the frown was in relation to the question, or if she was drunk enough that she lacked control over her face muscles. 

“When he fell in looooove,” Manon teased, coming back over to sit beside him with a thud. He sighed, rolling his eyes. He could argue against wise, and he was sure Eliott would agree with him, but there was no use denying the fact that he was head over heels in love, even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t, because he would shout his love for Eliott from every rooftop in the world if he could. 

“Seriously,” Daphné complained, “How is it fair that he gets to be one half of the cutest couple ever?”

Lucas looked at her with wide innocent eyes. “Because I’m cute.”

His comment earned him a pillow to the face from Emma, but he was laughing too much to care. 

“Seriously, though,” Manon said, “I know you guys have been together for a little while, but I really am so happy for you. You deserve it.”

“Manon, it’s too early for you to get so sappy with me,” he said, but what he meant was I’m not quite sure if I do yet, but I hope so. She simply smiled, understanding him like she always did. 

Emma frowned. “I mean, if this is where being a sneaky little shit gets you, I would have tried it years ago.” He knew she was joking, because he knew she forgave him, but he still always felt a pang of guilt whenever she mentioned everything that had happened between her and Yann and his part in it all. 

“You stole your best friend’s boyfriend,” he said, instead of letting his mind dwell too much on the past. “That’s pretty much the definition of sneaky little shit.” 

She opened her mouth, then closed it, bursting into silent giggles. “You’re right. I guess it didn’t work out too well for me.”

“Yann is single again,” Lucas said, wiggling his eyebrows, even though he knew that would probably be the worst thing in the world. Yann and Emma were never meant for each other like that, and Lucas knew that the friendship they’d created despite everything was worth too much to the both of them to go down that road again. 

Imane pointed at him menacingly. “Don’t put ideas in her head Lallemant. For what it’s worth, I’m team Alex.”

“Thank you,” Alexia said sincerely.

Manon raised her eyebrows. “Really? I would have thought you’d be team single Emma.”

Imane shrugged and sat back. “Please don’t take offense to this Emma, but we can all tell when you’re not hooking up with anyone and it throws off our whole vibe. You and Alex were a perfect fit in that respect.”

Lucas widened his eyes and looked between Imane and Emma. He should really come to girl’s night more often, this was fascinating stuff.

“No offense taken, I wish I was hooking up with someone, but I think I burned that bridge with Alex too much to go back,” Emma said with a sigh, but she shrugged it off like she did most things. “Oh well, maybe I’ll just have to move in on Idriss.”

“If you even think about it I’ll break your shins Borgѐs,” Imane said menacingly, and Lucas couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him, earning another one of Imane’s trademark glares. 

Within seconds though, the rest of the girls joined in his laughter, and soon after that Imane cracked a small grin and laughed along with them. Lucas couldn’t help but wish Eliott was there with him, enjoying that moment, but he also couldn’t wait to tell him everything later. Those were some of his favorite moments, when it was just the two of them laying opposite one another in bed exchanging stories about their days and running fingers up and down each other’s spines, jaws, arms, hair, and everywhere in between.

It was with that thought that Lucas checked the time on his phone and realized it was later than he thought. He groaned and flopped off the sofa onto the ground, if only to escape the chatter still happening up above. Manon poked her head down first to look at him.

“Lu?”

“I’m… tired,” he said, words coming out more slugglishly than he’d intended. In response, she grabbed a few blankets and laid on the floor with him, spooning him from behind and resting her arms around him. If he couldn’t have Eliott for the night, Manon was a good substitute. Not exactly the same, but she’d have to do. He heard an exclamation from Emma and turned just in time to see her wrapping herself around Manon, eyes closing almost immediately. He laughed a little to himself, closing his own eyes only to be startled by Daphné lying in front of him.

“Uh, Daphy?” he asked, but she just shushed him.

“I prefer to be the little spoon,” she said by way of explanation, and he was too drunk and tired to argue, so he wrapped his arms around her without complaint and found his face buried in her hair. It smelled sweet and fresh, not wholly unpleasant, but also unlike Eliott. 

He didn’t stay awake long enough to see if Alexia and Imane joined them, but if the hushed laughter was any indication, he was sure they did. It was so easy to drift off then, once the voice settled down, thinking of Eliott and the girls and how a year ago he probably would never have found himself lying here on Manon’s floor surrounded by a group of people who accepted him before he even accepted himself. It was nice to see how far he’d come, even if there was still lengths to go.

Lucas let sleep take him, and with it came the hint of a smile, Eliott on his mind and in his heart.    

If Eliott came to Manon’s later that night to surprise Lucas and found him in the middle of a giant spooning pile, fast asleep with the rest of the girls, he didn’t say anything about it. That didn’t mean he didn’t take a picture, though, just in case he needed blackmail material in the future. Lucas Lallemant may have been an idiot, but he was Eliott’s idiot, and that small fact made the world so much brighter for the both of them.