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writingforfishes · 3 months ago

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Otto and Atticus Part 9-extended: The Antique's Store 1/4, 2/4 (reblogged), 3/4 (reblogged)

This is a continuation of Atticus' Birthday story found here: https://www.tumblr.com/writingforfishes/756206256931405824/otto-and-atticus-part-9-atticus-birthday?source=share

The story above is much more sexual in nature.

These next stories follow Atticus and Otto through the Antique's Store where Otto is taking his spouse for their birthday and back home. They will, as far as I have planned, be much tamer and won't require a filter.

Mentions of alcoholism and sobriety.

Fast but short-lived hiccups.

Generational gaps in understanding gender nonconformity.

Accidental misgendering of off-stage minor character.

Hiccups triggered by food.

Mentions of arousal/teasing.

Mentions of anxiety arising from being taken to a new place.

Mentions of anxiety/over-stimulation in being in a new place that is quite large and populated.

Mentions of soft bellies and body shapes.

Manual driving? I dunno, maybe someone out there has a trauma response to manual driving?

I use ellipses here to denote trailing off or uncertainty in dialogue. They do not mean anything nefarious. Just in case. I dunno. I'm 41. Please don't hate me.

Mild discomfort while hiccuping.

Disparaging Korean made clock movements.

Minors, do not interact.

Part 1: Soup

They had been driving away from town for a while now. Atticus looked out the window as they watched exit sign after exit sign pass. The writer was excited, but antsy. Classical music was playing from one of Otto’s playlists. It was helping to quell the anxiety somewhat, but their mind still swam as miles of road kept going by.

“You’re gonna love this place,” Otto said, noticing the nervous thrum of his partner’s fingers on their knees.

“Yeah?” Atticus asked, using Otto’s voice to ground them.

“Yeah. It’s in this big warehouse. There’s a food market there, too. We’ll get some lunch while we’re there,” he said. He took a moment to sip some water from the tumbler he’d brought.

Atticus sipped some from theirs as well, using his action as a cue. The water felt good and soothed more of their anxiety.

“Lots of clocks?” Atticus asked with a smile.

“So many,” Otto confirmed with a smirk in return. “And a whole slew of other things. It’s got old books, hats, belt buckles. Lots of old art, too. And there’s a lot of space, y’know? The aisles are wide. Super accessible. A couple started it back a few years ago. They had their own antique’s store, but when they started inviting other vendors to open booths in the first storefront it got so big they went in with the people that ran a small food market in the same strip mall and got this place. It’s a bit out of the way, but worth it for the quality of things you can find there.”

Otto drummed his fingers on the steering wheel a little and shifted as the speed of traffic changed. One day Atticus thought they might try to learn how to drive manual. Otto liked it because it kept his hands busy. He was naturally a high energy person and having something to do with his hands for long stretches of time was a plus. He also liked manual because he understood how it worked better than something like a CVT transmission. He had more faith that he could fix, if need be, his transmission than a newer car that depended more on electricity to accelerate and change gears.

“They sell tools too!” he continued. And Atticus smiled, enjoying the excitement in Otto’s voice. “I mean, they have the vintage tools like manual screwdrivers, but they have specialty tools they order new. They started ordering bulk from Timesavers sometime last year because so many of their vendors have clocks in their booths and some of them have missing parts and keys. So they sell a lot of clock and watch tools and parts. Really convenient. That’s how I first heard of it. One of my customers who’s a hobbyist told me about them. And the people who rent out their booths that I’ve talked to are just—they have some phenomenal stuff, man. Super nice people, too. The ones that I’ve met. Most actually know what they have and what it’s worth. They don’t up-charge from Google searches. They actually research it. Very few resellers, too. You know, people that order lots of cheap things from other countries and sell it for profit?

“Helped a few of them service a couple of clocks to sell or help them decide whether it would be worth the repair or not. Korean movements? Not really worth it, you know? Really cool atmosphere, though. It’s kinda like family even though it’s in this great big place. Everyone takes care of each other and has each other’s backs. They even buy stuff from each other’s booths!” Otto said and took another sip of water.

He downshifted as they finally turned on an exit Atticus wasn’t familiar with.

“Kind of like an...antique commune?” they asked.

“Yeah, kinda!” he agreed.

Atticus stretched with a yawn suddenly rubbing their belly, still accessibly soft with the heavy breakfast this morning.

“Think you’ll-um-get them again?” they asked shyly rubbing at the stubble on their face and neck. For all of the anxiety of being somewhere they’d never been, Otto’s hiccups were definitely causing some of the energy their body was interpreting into anxiety. They were full of anticipatory excitement at the possibility.

“I will definitely get them again,” Otto said with an amused sigh. “I can sort of feel it? In my chest and throat? It’s weird. On hiccupy days like this it’s like they’re just lying in wait. I do want to eat something before we start looking around, though.”

“Ooh, yeah. I could go for something to eat,” Atticus agreed.

From the outside the antique’s mall/food market didn’t look terribly impressive. But Atticus noticed how full the parking lot was as they stepped out of the passenger seat.

No sooner had Otto stood from the car than a man in a polo shirt exiting the front door called to him.

“Otto, man! You gonna buy some more clocks today?” he asked coming over to them. He seemed older, perhaps in his late 50’s early 60’s. He had a stout body-type, stomach hanging a little over his belted khaki pants. His beard was nearly all white. He seemed to have a lot of energy but his mannerisms implied an ability to be patient as well when he stopped and acknowledged first Otto with a pat to his shoulder and nodded to Atticus, clasping his hands in front of his belly while in conversation.

Atticus took a moment to consider why Otto was buying clocks. They hadn’t noticed any new clocks in the house. They tried to catch his eye but Otto flitted his gaze away as soon as they had locked eyes questioningly.

“Hey Gar! Yeah, man, we’ll see if we find anything. This is my partner, Atticus. It’s their birthday today,” Otto said with emphasis causing the other man to pull a quick face of recognition and then nodded, making a motion of closing his lips. “Atticus, this is Gary. He’s one of the owners of the antique’s gallery along with his wife Rose.”

“Hey, Atticus, Otto’s told me a lot about you! It’s really nice to meet you,” Gary said, holding out a hand.

“Uh, good to meet you, too,” Atty said. They subconsciously shifted their voice down. Talking to cis men gave them a desire to puff out their chest and make their mannerisms more guy-coded. They added a quick nod as they shook the man’s hand. “Hopefully he hasn’t told you too much!”

“Nah, only the good stuff! That you’re a writer and that you’ve been there for him through a lot. I’ve not known this guy for long, but glad he has someone like you on his side. Him and me, think we’ve been through some of the same struggles. We’ve talked a little about that. Anyway. I’ve also got a daught—sorry. Shit, I always flub that up. I’ve got a kid. They came out to me earlier this year that...uh...they’re non-binary,” Gary said.

“Yeah, it’s one of the first conversations we had, I think,” Otto interjected, having leaned a hip against the car in realization that this was going to take a second. He was used to Gary’s tendency to babble. Another quality, the clock maker mused, both of them shared.

“I think it was! But yeah, Otto told me about you and, I dunno, it made me a little less nervous for he-them,” Gary sputtered. “Sorry, I still mess it up a lot. I’m working on it.”

“It’s okay to mess up,” Atticus said. They’d made their way to stand beside Otto and their husband laid a soft hand around their shoulders. “As long as you correct yourself. It shows you’re trying. That means a lot.”

“I definitely am. Anyway, knowing there’s, you know, an adult out there that’s-uh-that’s non-binary and stuff. I was scared for them, y’know? How were they going to grow up? I mean, it’s not like there’s a path or...I dunno...I don’t know what to tell them or how to...help? But Otto told me about you and that you’re a writer and that you’ve sold your books and it’s just,” he sighed, seeming frustrated in his inability to articulate what he meant. “It gives me hope that they’re gonna be okay. If that makes sense.”

Gary laughed nervously.

“It does,” Atticus said with an encouraging smile. “They’ve got a dad that loves them so...I feel like they’re off to a pretty good start.”

“Yeah...yeah, damn. I’m sorry for talking your ears off! You know how I am, Otto. I gotta get going. The Mrs sent me on an errand and she is going to bite my head off if I get distracted! Anyway, good to see you again, Otto!” Gary reached in and Otto accepted a little hug from him. “Really nice to meet you, Atticus. I hope you have a good birthday. Cause this guy got you...well…”

Gary waggled his finger teasingly at Otto and the clock maker’s eyes widened and then narrowed as he batted the hand away.

“Dude!” he warned at Gary’s hint of what Otto’s plans were.

“I have had a pretty good birthday so far,” Atticus said, looking between the two suspiciously. “I feel like it might be a theme…”

“Get out of here, Gary! Stop talking!” Otto exclaimed, thwapping the older man on the back good naturedly as he finally started to leave.

“Report back!” Gary yelled.

“Shh!” Otto spat out as Gary went out of sight. “Jeez...can we just ignore that bit? Also, I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. He really is a good guy…”

“No, I can tell,” Atticus reassured him. “Really bad at keeping a secret, though.”

“The absolute worst. I dunno how his wife deals with him…”

“Well, you deal with me, so…” Atty said.

“Hm, true,” Otto responded smartly as he led his partner into the front door. He felt a pinch on his side and jerked. “Ow!”

“Oops,” Atticus responded curtly.

The inside of the warehouse was completely different from the out. There was a huge open space in the lobby with a secondary set of double doors leading to the antique mall portion but down a hall were various food market vendors and following that hall was the other half of the warehouse, more food vendors, and a large sitting area along with a secondary access to the antique’s mall space.

While the venue was bustling with business the open space made it seem much less crowded.

Decision paralysis and overwhelm kicked in as soon as Otto asked them what they were in the mood to eat and Atticus let Otto pick where to go as they followed taking in all of the visuals, smells, and sounds around them as they tried to adapt to the environment and space.

Otto ended up ordering a tomato basil bisque with a grilled cheese and Atticus waffled a little until they decided on a salad with grilled chicken, something to balance out the heaviness of the breakfast they’d eaten that morning.

Atty didn’t even really know what food vendor they’d ordered from or what had been available alternatively as they were so overwhelmed by exploring the atmosphere and people who walked by.

“I thought you said it was a small food market that partnered with...um...Gary and Rose?” Atticus asked as they took their food to the table Otto was walking toward. Otto being so tall offered a great guide to Atty as they often got lost in places like this.

“Yeah. Oh yeah, initially it was just that. Then they put the word out about the space and food vendors started opening shop. Lots of start-ups took advantage that wouldn’t have had the money to buy a store front otherwise. Rose comes from a lot of old money, apparently. Though you didn’t hear that from me. She put a lot into making sure everyone got an opportunity to take advantage of this spot since she knew the mall wouldn’t take up half the space of it,” Otto explained.

“Gary really does have no concept of secrecy, does he?” Atty noted.

“Not really, no. I think he spent a lot of his life trying to run away from connecting to people. Best way to do that is through alcohol, honestly. Even while you’re partying with hundreds of people you’re not really ‘there’, y’know? But yeah. He’s got some stories. Things that sort of shocked me. When he learned I was sober, I think he knew he could trust me and that I’d get it. I think he’s trying to make up for that lost time, now. He loves his wife and kid more than anyone I know. Guy’s got a damn big heart. And a really fucked up liver,” Otto added mirthfully.

Atticus snorted and then caught themselves, “Shit, should I laugh at that?”

“Yeah,” Otto said with a smirk. “He would.”

They finally sad down and Otto unpacked the soup. The smell was comforting and he found himself quite hungry despite still being a little bloated from last night’s antics and this morning’s food fare. Perhaps he was just as excited as Atticus seemed and that translated to wanting to eat? And he was excited. He really couldn’t wait to see his partner’s face at the surprise they had planned.

Otto swallowed the first spoonful of soup. It was very warm, slightly spiced, and he could feel the warmth go down his throat and immediately his diaphragm reacted to the change in temperature. He felt his body convulse involuntarily causing him to jump a little. Amazingly, Atticus was busy on their salad and hadn’t noticed.

He waited a second for any other hiccups, but none followed. Cautiously he took another spoonful, let it savor in his mouth and swallowed. The warm liquid triggered another spasm. He grunted softly. That hiccupy feeling in his throat intensified and he knew he was only a few more spoonfuls away from a full attack. That second spasm was more forceful, too. He wondered if he cold hold it off until he at least finished the meal. He paused, considering.

Atty caught him, body still and waiting, with same hand holding the spoon pressed against his mouth in a loose fist, spoon dangling from the tips of his fingers as he focused on something inwardly, eyebrows pinched a little.

“You okay?” they asked. The writer had been enjoying their salad more than they thought they would. They’d also been watching people pass by and taking in the social scenery. Otto being motionless caught their attention more than anything.

“Yeah,” Otto said tentatively, eyebrows pulling together all the more. “Every time I take a sip of soup I hiccup. They’re right here.” Otto tapped the base of his neck above his collar bone.

Atticus stopped chewing their salad to hone their eyes in on that place.

“Oh,” they said. “Um...you don’t feel sick, do you?”

“No-no,” Otto said, reassuring them quickly. “Just wondering if this is gonna turn into a full case...guess we’ll find out, hm?” There was a glint in his eyes. Of course there was always going to be a possibility of this becoming a day of hiccups, but part of him was delighted that it was actually happening. There would, of course, be consequences to his purposeful induction, but it was worth the adorable flush that came across his partner’s neck and wideness of their eyes.

Atticus swallowed their salad a little too eagerly and took a drink of water. They were extremely disappointed they’d missed the previous hiccups but, eyes trained on him now, they were determined not to miss anymore.

“Excited?” he teased, smiling knowingly.

“A little,” they admitted. “Not to an...actionable level.” They kept the statement diplomatic. Atticus really had no need to take care of their arousal again. But their body was going to react and they were going to be interested no matter what.

Otto chuckled at the terminology and jumped a little with another spasm.

“Hm,” Atticus said, feigning casualness.

Otto grinned a little and rolled his eyes in mild exasperation. Even though he’d only had the hiccups one time that day it was a strong and fast enough case that he knew any additional cases would be a little more exhausting than normal. But that excitement at seeing Atticus’ excitement was enough to be ready for the possible onslaught.

His hiccups persisted as he continued to eat his soup. His diaphragm reacted with each gulp and sometimes without the trigger of swallowing. They weren’t very strong, but he did still have to time his eating around them when they started to go off script of being triggered.

They got a bit more forceful when he started on the grilled cheese. Bread was the ‘enemy’ on his hiccup-sensitive days. He should’ve known that. Perhaps part of him had known that and wanted to give Atticus another show. Or perhaps it was just his absent mindedness forgetting what his triggers were on days like this. Regardless, the bready sandwich certainly encouraged the hiccup fit to strengthen. They became more audible, though still easily muffled.

Atticus continued to eat their salad, but they hardly tasted it as they watched Otto’s suppressed hiccups as he continued to eat despite them. His head and chest would jerk up and he’d have to pause for that half-second before taking another mouthful. As he began to muffle the sounds they started to make the writer pulled their legs together subconsciously. They were also getting faster and the adorableness of Otto trying to navigate the fit paired with the mild arousal they felt was almost too much. But it was an almost too much they could handle as they felt safe experiencing it.

A couple of times he was hit with a cluster of hiccups which he would let out a small grunt or sigh after before resuming eating. He probably didn’t even realize he was making the small sounds, but Atticus soaked up every movement and sound watching Otto in adoration. His hiccups and reactions were endearing to watch and their body let them know that it was paying attention, but Atty never felt the need to give into their arousal in the way they had this morning.

When he started in on his sandwich he jerked so powerfully and quickly that Atticus startled in how closely they’d been paying attention and the break in pattern of his hiccups. They heard a little thump in the back of Otto’s throat at that hiccup. The case also increased in speed and it was obvious Otto noticed as he chewed carefully and timed his swallowing.

A ‘hik’p!’ slipped out and Otto muttered, “Oh man…” He was no longer able to keep them all quiet or muffled with how hard they’d suddenly become. He could feel his stomach jiggling from under the table, how it jerked in and out. His neck movements caused his head to jerk hard as well, having to time eating even more carefully to line up the food with his mouth.

“Higgup! You just gonna-higgulp!-just gonna watch hilp!-watch me ea-hugguck!-eat this whole time?” he asked, amused.

“That was kind of the plan,” Atticus teased.

“Damn bre-herp!-bread made them wo-erp!-worse! Hickulp!” he said.

Even though, he used the last bit of that sandwich to sop up the last dregs of his soup, all the while jerking as his diaphragm and glottis continued to argue loudly over when to breath and when to not.

Eating that last bite definitely didn’t help. He took a few large straw-fulls of water but continued what seemed to have developed into a pretty powerful hiccuping fit. Otto was thankful for the food court being boisterous with activity as he’d yet to see anyone looking over his way despite how more audible they’d become.

But as much as he was enjoying the way Atticus was looking at him his neck had started to hurt again. It hurt in the back right where it met his shoulders. He couldn’t even suppress the motions on this case. Every hiccup came as a surprise to him. Usually, when he had them, he had the feeling he would hiccup a little bit before the next one, but as this case got worse he lost the ability to feel when the next one was going to hit. It was a bit unusual to not be able to predict them like he normally was. As a result his body was at their mercy even more.

Otto’s hand pressed against his chest and Atty noticed that his face had lost some of the mirth it had when his hiccups had begun. He didn’t look distressed, necessarily, but he didn’t really look like he was wholly unbothered, either.

“Oh man HUCKULK-man! These are hu-ULK!-are hard. ULK!Huck!-ugh! I can’t-ulk!-can’t tell when the-h’mlk!-their coming next ei-ulp!-either. Damn,” he finally admitted. He rubbed the back of his neck trying to take a measured breath through the onslaught. It was interrupted by more sharp hiccups and he winced, eyes closing for a moment at a particularly fast cluster. “HULK!HU-CULK!ULK!H’MUCK!mmk!”

A small hand slapped three packets in front of him so loudly he jumped a little (before he jumped with another hiccup). When he looked down Atticus’ hand lifted to reveal a packet of Real Cane Sugar, a white paper packet from a fast food restaurant marked ‘Salt’, and a plastic packet with yellow writing on it that said ‘Pure Lemon Juice’. Otto looked up to his partner’s smug face (as much as he could give them a steady gaze with how much he was jerking) and they grinned, lips pushing up the sides of their mustache into the apples of their cheeks.

“Never leave home without them,” they said a little haughtily.

“Do you HUCK-UCK!-always keep-HUCK!-alw-ulk!-ways keep these wi-UCK!-ith you? Huck!-HUCK’M!” he asked, grunting out another sigh as he started opening the sugar packet.

“Only when my extremely sweet husband decides to indulge in me for my birthday in a way that could bite him in the ass later on,” Atticus said.

“I think-HUCK!-there was-hulkUCK!-a compli-ulk-ment in-hulk!-in there-HUCK’L! some-uck!-somewhere Huck’l!HUCK!-uh!”Otto said.

“Otto,” Atty implored. “Sugar.”

“Yes hon-HUCKAH!-honey? Huck!HUCK!HUCK!Ow...” Otto exclaimed with a scowl at his interrupted joke. He wordlessly (though not soundlessly) opened the sugar packet and dumped it in his mouth.

The cure did the trick. For a few seconds he sat after he’d downed the lemon juice with some deep breaths, still holding his chest.

“You good?” Atticus asked. For some reason their hand had found his and was holding it as if giving him comfort. It seemed silly to do so for someone having something as seemingly harmless as hiccups, but those sounded and looked incredibly uncomfortable. And all of Atty’s research on hiccups led them to believe that hiccups could potentially cause great discomfort; they never wanted that inflicted in their husband.

He took another deep breath.

“Whew. Yeah. Sorry about that. They kind of got out of hand,” he said sheepishly. “Um, how was your salad?”

“I honestly have no idea...” they admitted looking down at their empty container.

“You got a little turned on, right?” he asked, voice low.

“Right up until the end, yes,” they said.

“Still…” Otto waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“You’re just a little self-destructive, you know that?” they said.

“Listen, you’re the one who married an alcoholic.”

Atticus reached across the table and put either hand on the side of Otto’s face rubbing his short beard with their thumbs before squeezing his cheeks gently between their palms.

“I married a beautiful, intelligent, compassionate man who is also an alcoholic,” they said, amending the statement. “And it’s my birthday so I’m right and you can’t argue with me.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Otto said, diction affected by his lips being squished between the hands on his face.

“It is,” Atticus assured him. They finally released his face and Otto grinned back.

“And it’s your birthday so…” he said, trailing off.

“Exactly!”

Cleaning up their trash and putting the reusable trays in a marked spot above the trash cans they both finally made their way into the antique’s mall area.

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jules-loves-lukecastellan · 1 month ago

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“I don’t care about your family’s situation! I care about you.”

|Cooper Bradford x Boy! Otto! Reader

ꕥWarningsꕥ: Fighting

ꕥSummaryꕥ: (Reader) and Cooper get into a fight about whether or not (reader) is good enough for Cooper

“I don’t care about your family’s situation! I care about you.”

The sun’s rays poured through your white curtains, burning your closed eyes. You rolled around in your pink silk sheets, reluctantly deciding it was time to face the day. Reaching for your phone, a smile crept across your face as you glanced at the lockscreen: Cooper, with his charming grin, standing next to your golden retriever, Luther. His brown, milk chocolate hair and perfect white teeth always made your heart flutter.

Unlocking your phone, you scrolled through TikTok for a few minutes before a text from “coop💗🏳️‍🌈🤑” lit up the screen: “Good morning to my favorite boy <3. How’d you sleep?” You beamed at the screen, responding, “Good morning, Cooper 🫶! I slept well. U?”

After a few more back-and-forth texts, you reluctantly informed him that you needed to get up.

In your closet, you decided on one of Cooper's oversized T-shirts that hung loosely on your frame, providing comfort and a hint of his scent. The fabric felt warm against your skin, and you smiled at the thought of him. You made your way to the bathroom, only to find Oliver hogging it with one of his marathon showers.

“Oliver! Get out of there! You’ve been in forever!” you yelled, knocking on the door.

When he finally opened it, clad only in a towel, you barged past him, locking the door behind you. As you brushed your teeth, you played your music—today’s vibe was all about Chappell Roan, a fitting choice for the energy you hoped to carry through the day.

Once in the car, you turned to your mom. “Oh yeah, Mom, can Cooper please come over after school?”

“(Reader), you know I don’t like Cooper. He’s rich and snobby!” Katie exclaimed, her tone dripping with disapproval.

“But Mom! I’m gonna help him with his… math.” You clasped your hands together, trying your best puppy-dog eyes.

“Why does he need you to tutor him? He can pay someone,” she shot back, her expression skeptical.

“Mom, he’s my boyfriend! Plus, I’m helping him transform!” you insisted, emphasizing “transform” with flair.

Oliver chimed in, “I wish we were rich enough to pay someone to do my homework!”

Katie rolled her eyes, clearly used to this dynamic. “Alright! Get out of the car, all of you!”

Protests erupted, but she ushered you all out, and you hurried to find Cooper. When you spotted him, you waved goodbye to Taylor and Anna-Kat.

“Hey, C.” You greeted him with a hug, a quick peck on the cheek leaving you both grinning.

“Hey, no PDA around me, please. I’m already grossed out being the third wheel,” Oliver muttered, crossing his arms.

“Dude, you’re my best friend. No way your brother will come between us,” Cooper replied, wrapping an arm around Oliver’s shoulder and fist-bumping him.

Classes flew by, but during gym class, everything changed. The coach announced it was time for some relay races, and Cooper, always competitive, was ready to show off. As the warm-up began, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned torso. You felt your heart race, your cheeks flushing as you took in the sight.

“Dude, you’re distracting!” Oliver teased, rolling his eyes, but even he couldn’t help but glance at Cooper.

You couldn’t help but fawn over him, your eyes sparkling. “You look amazing!” you exclaimed, unable to contain your admiration.

Cooper shot you a confident grin, basking in the attention. “Thanks! Just trying to keep up my athleticism,” he said, flexing playfully. You felt a warm glow of pride, knowing he was yours.

During the race, every stride Cooper took seemed more impressive than the last. As he crossed the finish line, you clapped enthusiastically, feeling a wave of pride wash over you. He ran over, slightly out of breath, his smile infectious.

“Did you see that?” he beamed, his eyes shining. “I think I could go pro!”

“You were incredible! Honestly, I could watch you all day,” you replied, giving him a soft nudge with your shoulder.

The rest of the day felt like a whirlwind of excitement, and after school, you both settled at the kitchen island to tackle some math homework. “Alright, Cooper, now all you have to do is divide eight by both sides to cancel out the x,” you explained patiently.

“You’re so smart. You know that?” Cooper said, leaning in closer, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

You smiled, feeling your heart flutter again. Just then, Anna-Kat burst in. “Hey, can you help me with my project?” she asked, bouncing on her toes.

“Sure! What do you need?” Cooper replied, always eager to help.

You chuckled as Anna-Kat began dragging Cooper off to her room, whispering excitedly about her project. You felt a pang of jealousy but couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them. It was sweet to see him engage so easily with your siblings.

Later that evening, you and Cooper settled on the couch for some downtime. You were wrapped in a soft blanket, the television flickering with a show you both loved. As you leaned against him, he draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“You know,” he said, his voice soft, “I really enjoy these moments with you. Just us.”

“Me too,” you replied, feeling the warmth of his body beside you. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

As the night wore on, the cozy atmosphere made you both a little bolder. You found yourselves laughing and teasing, sharing inside jokes. When your parents walked in, they caught you two in a moment of playful shoving, giggling as you tried to get comfortable on the couch.

“Get a room!” Taylor called out, a playful smirk on her face.

“Come on, you know we’re just studying,” you shot back, laughing.

As the evening drew to a close, you both wandered to your room, ready to call it a night. You snuggled into your bed, and Cooper flopped down next to you, pulling the blankets up to your chins.

“Hey, want to watch a movie?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

“Only if we can cuddle!” you replied, a cheeky grin spreading across your face.

“Deal!” he said, settling in closer.

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The next day brought a new energy, and you both walked into school, hand in hand. As you strolled through the halls, a few kids shot glances your way, some admiring and some whispering. You tried to ignore the latter but felt a flicker of self-consciousness.

During lunch, while seated with Taylor, Oliver, and Anna-Kat, you noticed a group of kids nearby snickering. One of the moms, Tara, walked by, her voice dripping with disdain as she commented on your relationship. “Look at them, holding hands like it’s a fairy tale. Adorable, isn’t it?”

You felt your cheeks flush, and you turned to Cooper, who immediately noticed your discomfort. “Don’t let them get to you,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

“I know, but it’s hard not to feel weird about it,” you admitted, glancing down.

“Forget them. You and I are what matters,” he assured you, leaning in to give you a quick kiss, making your heart flutter despite the negativity around you. “Honestly, they’re just jealous because they’ll never have what we do.”

However, after lunch, you couldn’t shake the feelings of doubt. Later that day, while on a study date, you confronted Cooper about Tara's comments. “Maybe she has a point. I mean, you’re rich, and I… I don’t know if I fit into your world,” you said hesitantly, your voice shaking.

Cooper looked taken aback, brows furrowing. “(Reader), you can’t seriously believe that! I like you for who you are, not for what you have! Those comments are just mean-spirited nonsense.”

“But she makes it sound so easy for you to be with someone else. Someone who fits your lifestyle better,” you shot back, frustration boiling beneath the surface.

“Why are you letting her get to you? This is between us, not her!” he replied, his voice rising defensively. “I don’t care if you don’t come from money. That has nothing to do with how I feel about you!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t feel this way if you didn’t flaunt your wealth all the time!” you snapped, tears brimming in your eyes.

Cooper's face fell, and after a moment of silence, he turned away. “If you really believe that, maybe you should reconsider this whole thing.” With that, he stormed out, leaving you alone, heart racing and tears spilling down your cheeks.

Feeling utterly broken, you slid down the wall, sobs wracking your body. Just then, Oliver walked in, his expression shifting from confusion to concern as he rushed to your side. “What happened?” he asked gently.

“I—Cooper and I… we fought. He thinks I don’t want to be with him,” you managed to say between sobs.

Oliver wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. You two care about each other too much to let this ruin things.”

Moments later, Anna-Kat and Taylor burst in, immediately sensing the tension. “What’s wrong?” Anna-Kat exclaimed, voice laced with concern. “Cooper and I… We– we fought a-a-nd now… I think we might break up.” You said as you clutched onto Oliver’s shirt, putting your face in his shoulder, wetting his shirt.

Your three siblings had all gathered around you, comforting you and talking you through your immense pain you were going through. You didn’t know if you were going to be in a relationship with Cooper anymore and that scared you.

The school day came around the next day, but the echoes of your argument with Cooper lingered like a bittersweet melody in your mind. You navigated through classes with your siblings, but every time your gaze flickered to Cooper, your heart raced. You couldn’t shake the feeling that your earlier words might have left a scar.

At lunch, you joined Taylor, Oliver, and Anna-Kat at their usual table. They chatted animatedly, but your thoughts were elsewhere. You absentmindedly poked at your food, listening but not really absorbing anything.

“Earth to (Reader)!” Taylor exclaimed, waving her hand in front of your face. “What’s up with you? You’ve been super quiet.”

“I’m just… thinking,” you mumbled, glancing over at Cooper, who sat with his friends, his laughter ringing across the cafeteria.

“Thinking about Cooper?” Anna-Kat teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “Ooh, is there drama?”

“Not drama, just… confusion,” you admitted, biting your lip. “I don’t want to lose him.”

Taylor frowned. “You two love each other. Just talk it out.”

Oliver chimed in, “Yeah, just don’t do that weird ‘silent treatment’ thing. It makes it worse.”

As you watched Cooper joke around with his friends, a part of you felt a flicker of jealousy. The way he smiled, carefree and charming, made your heart ache. You remembered how he’d defended you just the day before, how his gaze had softened when you were vulnerable. The thought gave you courage.

“Alright, I’m going to talk to him,” you said suddenly, determination filling you.

“Go get him, tiger!” Oliver cheered, giving you a playful shove.

You took a deep breath, pushing through the crowd until you reached Cooper's table. He looked up, surprised, and the laughter faded from his eyes.

“Can we talk?” you asked, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your stomach.

“Sure,” he replied, rising from his seat. You led him to a quieter corner of the cafeteria, heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m really sorry about what I said yesterday,” you began, meeting his gaze. “I let Tara’s words get to me, and I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re worth so much more than that.”

Cooper’s expression softened, but you could see the remnants of hurt in his eyes. “I just don’t want you to feel inadequate. You’re perfect as you are. I like you for who you are, not for your family’s situation.”

“I know,” you whispered, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. “But sometimes it feels like I don’t belong in your world, and it scares me.”

“(Reader),” he said, stepping closer, “you belong with me. I don’t care about my wealth. I care about you and us. That’s all that matters.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell, and you reached out, taking his hand in yours. “Thank you for saying that. I don’t want to let anyone, even Tara, come between us.”

A small smile broke across his face. “Good. Let’s not give anyone that power.”

Just then, a familiar voice broke the moment. “Ugh, get a room!” Anna-Kat teased, peeking around the corner with Taylor and Oliver in tow.

You both laughed, the tension lifting. “Alright, you caught us,” you said playfully.

“I knew it!” Anna-Kat exclaimed, bouncing on her feet. “You guys are the cutest!”

“Just admit it, you love us,” Cooper said, grinning.

As the lunch bell rang, you all headed back to class, the air lighter now. The rest of the day passed in a blur of laughter and stolen glances between you and Cooper.

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After school, you returned home, the atmosphere buzzing with energy. You found Cooper in the kitchen, chatting with your mom while she prepared dinner. “Hey, lovebirds! How was school?” Katie teased, winking at you both.

“It was good,” you replied, feeling a warmth spread through you. Cooper grinned, leaning against the counter.

“Are you two finally going to start planning your wedding?” she joked, stirring a pot.

“Mom!” you exclaimed, your cheeks flushing. Cooper laughed, his gaze playful.

Once dinner was on the table, the family gathered around, and conversation flowed easily. As everyone chatted, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Cooper, who was animatedly discussing a recent basketball game. His confidence was infectious, and you found yourself hanging onto his every word.

Later, after dinner, you both retreated to your room. The comforting familiarity of your space surrounded you, and you settled onto your bed, pulling out a deck of cards.

“Want to play?” you asked, shuffling the cards playfully.

“Sure, but I warn you, I’m a card shark!” he replied, flashing a competitive grin.

As the game progressed, laughter filled the room, and you playfully accused him of cheating whenever he won. “You’re just too good!” you laughed, feigning frustration.

“Maybe I’m just that good looking and talented,” he quipped, leaning closer with a teasing smile.

Just then, Oliver burst in, a dramatic expression on his face. “Ew! Can you two not be all mushy and PDA-y in front of me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “We weren’t doing anything!”

“You were totally about to, though!” he retorted, crossing his arms dramatically. “I swear, you guys are way too touchy-feely.”

Cooper leaned back, a smirk on his face. “Just admit it, you’re jealous because no one’s cuddling with you.”

“Ugh, no! I just think it’s gross!” Oliver protested, but the corners of his mouth twitched in a smile.

Anna-Kat peeked in, overhearing the commotion. “What’s wrong? Is there too much cuteness happening?”

“Yes!” Oliver groaned, throwing his hands up. “It’s unbearable!”

You and Cooper exchanged amused glances, and the atmosphere felt warm and full of love. “Come join us, Oliver!” Cooper invited playfully.

“Not a chance!” he replied, rolling his eyes as he backed out of the room. “Just keep it PG, please!”

After Oliver left, you turned to Cooper, and he leaned closer, brushing your shoulder with his hand. “What do you want to do now?”

You grinned, “How about a movie?”

“Sounds perfect,” he said, settling beside you, the warmth radiating from him soothing your heart. As the movie played, you felt your eyes droop, your head resting against his shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice soft, “are you falling asleep on me?”

“Maybe,” you murmured, stifling a yawn.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” he said, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer.

You smiled, content and safe in his embrace, grateful for every moment shared.

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As the night faded and you drifted off to sleep, the chaos of earlier felt like a distant memory. The bond between you and Cooper felt stronger than ever, solidified through laughter, love, and a promise to always be there for one another.

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suffarustuffaru · 1 year ago

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why ottojuli would literally be the most toxic julius ship of all time (arc 8)

ok but i was talking about this recently with @deafknell and @mynameisrobiniamadumbass (a lot of the points in this analysis are due to them and also they really fed my brainrot aldsjflsjdflj so big thanks to them HAH) but julius and otto genuinely would be extremely toxic together. as of arc 8, their uglier traits have come to light, and being in each other’s presence has helped reveal that. (this analysis is also kind of building off my Other arc 8 ottojuli-related analysis here)

** im gonna analyze ottojulis relationship in CANON mainly, but i also analyze the possibility of romantic-leaning julisuba and ottosuba—either way, julisuba and ottosuba, platonic or not, are extremely important to both julius and ottos characters and how they interact with each other as well 👍

to start off—their relationships to subaru are quite literally almost the same dynamic in Very Different fonts. theyre subaru’s two closest male friends around his age, they both debuted in arc 3, got off on the wrong foot with him (julius dueling subaru vs otto pushing subaru off the wagon), but went out of their way to save him (again, julius dueling subaru to prevent him fromt being killed by other knights, otto trying to go back for subaru after pushing him off the wagon in arc 3 + otto in arc 4), and as/once they develop a friendship with subaru, its a tsundere + tsundere relationship where both sides end up bickering and teasing each other to show affection. you could even read julisuba and ottosuba as paralleling relationships—otto is the one being teased + getting flustered most of the time by subaru who is the one being teased + getting flustered most of the time by julius. and subaru brings out different sides to otto and julius too—for julius, he’s learning to gradually let go of his repression and not be so “perfect”… for otto, he’s developed a fixation on subaru, and it brings out More of his uglier traits.

subaru is someone that both julius and otto care deeply about even when subarus actions Repeatedly frustrate and even anger them. but because they care about him, they Want to be more gentle with him in their own ways. julius stays honest and tries to break the news to subaru about louis Without compromising on his own beliefs because its the awful truth that subaru needs to know (on top of trying to aid the emilia camp in vollachia in general). otto on the other hand, hides things from subaru and maneuvers events from behind the scenes for subarus sake. otto didnt plan on telling subaru something along the lines of what julius just said about louis needing to be dead, which is why otto gets pissed when julius flat out just tells the truth—subaru still needed to hear this, sooner or later, bc if he really wants to find a way to keep louis alive, he needs to be aware of the reality of the situation. but otto didnt agree with julius saying this regardless, which is likely bc otto feels julius ruined his plans on how he was going to handle the louis situation and/or otto is mad that julius made subaru upset.

so when otto and julius face each other, they’re strangers. they only know the other person as a friend of a friend (subaru), a merchant vs a knight. but unlike julius, who’s a knight through and through and yet is close to and wholeheartedly supports a merchant, otto is a merchant who’s always had a distaste for knightly ideals, and so HE’S the one who emphasizes this distance between himself and julius. this is even more interesting when you remember that julius, again, is a knight loyal to a merchant, while otto is a merchant who is loyal to a knight (subaru), so theres an interesting dichotomy going on there. but otto cant let go of his own beliefs, so he proceeds to place the same expectations that julius continues being boxed into—julius being the finest knight.

its even more important to remember that because julius’s name was erased, julius absolutely is even more of a stranger to otto. otto couldnt accompany subaru and other emilia camp members to the tower, and otto expressed his disapproval of the decision for them to even go to the tower in the first place (because he doesnt want them heading into danger again). on top of that, julius—a complete stranger—was accompanying them into the tower. ricardo entrusted anastasia to julius—a stranger—which is a decision that otto with all his paranoia could never do. and then julius comes back waltzing into vollachia and otto becomes frustrated.

julius apologizes to otto for interrupting in emilia camp affairs regarding louis, and he thinks otto is upset because he stole ottos role in the situation as internal affairs minister. but otto is really upset because he wouldnt have told subaru what julius just told subaru then about louis, despite the fact that subaru needs to learn this information (that louis will be found guilty by the world and Needs to be punished for her crimes). and julius knows that subaru needs to know this, which is why he said it. and its this misunderstanding between otto and julius that lets otto know, for certain, that julius really is like emilia and subaru. and its this realization about julius—that he walks in the light with otto’s friends—makes otto angry and frustrated and bitter enough to try and punch the wall and break his hand again.

this is also because theres a possibility that otto is jealous of julius. this post is a rarepair analysis too HAH so you could Definitely read it as otto being jealous of julius as well. because ottos anger, frustration, and bitterness towards julius mirrors arc 3 subaru’s behavior towards julius. otto and subaru were both pissed at julius for interfering as an “outsider”, and i think that, like subaru in arc 3, otto is upset at the idea of being left behind in the dust by julius in regards to subaru and emilia. julius is someone who can walk in the light with emilia and subaru, which is something otto cant do, and julius is a strong combatant thats especially useful for vollachia, which is yet another thing otto cant do, and julius agrees with otto on killing louis despite also being idealistic like emilia and subaru, which is something otto cant do. julius can have both—be with emilia and subaru while acknowledging that louis needs to die—and it angers otto, who not only needs to be needed but also is questioning his worth here in vollachia. julius throws a wrench in all of ottos issues and worsens it tenfold, Especially when you remember how similar otto can be to subaru. otto and subaru are stubborn, especially when it comes to their goals and beliefs, prone to sacrificing for the people they care about most, prone to keeping secrets, need to be needed, and question their own worth.

and also the way they get flustered when teased is Similar. theres that too. (which is yet another ottosuba vs julisuba parallel.)

but subaru was jealous of julius, so what about otto? well—otto is someone who might be prone to getting jealous. in an otto’s diary episode of breaktime season two, this happens:

(sorry about the timestamps at the bottom wkdndnd im too lazy to grab new screenshots)

so basically whats happening here is that otto hears emilia gush about subaru and tell stories about subaru to frederica, and otto feels envious listening to this. you could interpret that any way you want, but i think that the implication is that in this moment, otto is envious of emilia and subaru being so close to each other. you could also interpret it as otto being envious of emilia because HE wants to be closer with subaru, which i think is also entirely plausible because in this exact same scene, he notes:

the whole point of ALL otto’s diary episodes in breaktime season two is that otto is writing in his diary about all his experiences in arc 4, many of which involve his developing relationship with subaru. and theres no denying that by the time we get to arc 8, otto is now at LEAST a little bit fixated on subaru (ill go more into this soon). ottos now aware of julius and julius’s close relationship with subaru after all theyve gone through in arc 5 and 6, and so now otto is in direct competition with julius. physically, in terms of the difference in their physical power, politically, in terms of julius being part of the anastasia camp, and emotionally—in terms of julius being so close to subaru and being exactly what otto wants. otto wants to be useful. otto wants to have the power to accomplish his goals. he wants to walk alongside emilia and subaru, but he cant while julius easily can.

another important thing is that the key difference between julius and otto is that julius’s “ugly” traits are Barely even bad, while otto’s are far Worse.

and this is further highlighted by the fact that julius’s development in arc 6 mirrors otto’s current arc in arc 8. julius got so stuck in his head that he kept trying to fight his own idol over and over again, hurting himself repeatedly in the process, trying to prove he was useful because he needed to be needed while no one around him really needed him in the way he wanted. the only person he couldve depended on was subaru—until subaru forgot him. of course julius undergoes some development and subarus memory comes back, but julius still cant rely on others. julius Still depended on, needed, and hes there to help in vollachia while, as i said earlier, otto is questioning why hes even here if he has no use. because julius and otto cant depend on others. theyre depended on by many other people (otto playing a key supporting role to his camp), so theyre not allowed to falter.

but otto is faltering, while julius has managed to pick himself back up again even after arc 6. youd think that out of most people, julius is someone who would be able to understand how otto feels—ottos desperation to prove that he has a reason to be here and his desperation to prove his usefulness—but, as ive mentioned earlier, ottos flaws are glaring now. julius’s flaws are different—the gluttonies mention iirc that he was a little mean to his brother at points, which quite frankly isnt that bad especially when you remember how joshua is as a person + julius is Quite Literally an extremely good person otherwise, and then theres the fact that julius wants louis dead, which. yeah thats completely understandable after what louis did to him and his brother. and he most certainly is far from the only one to want louis dead. julius still has good intentions at heart, and he doesnt mean anything regarding louis lightly. in the ex novels, he feels guilty about balleroy (another enemy that julius fought) dying and wishes it didnt have to turn out this way. this is even more poignant when you remember that balleroy happens to be one of the dead that comes back as a zombie in arc 8. its a physical manifestation of julius’s guilt, and knowing julius, he will/likely does feel at least a little guilty about louis given 1. subaru cares about her and 2. she acts exactly like a little kid now.

as for otto—while being a realist is understandable, hes actively withholding information. he kept the tome secret for a year with the intention of restoring it just so HE can read the information in it and then destroy it afterwards so no one else gets to it. he didnt want to tell subaru that louis will likely need to be dead anyway. he doesnt voice his own desire to kill louis. he doesnt reveal his dps ability to read intent. he doesnt reveal that bc of his dp he knows louis is Innocent now. and other than actively withholding information, he outright says / tries to do things like the following quote:

julius doesnt want to hurt anyone. julius wants to save as many as he can and his last resort is hurting people—such as wanting louis dead. but for otto—if its necessary, no matter how morally wrong it is, he’ll do it for subaru and the emilia camp’s sakes. otto is actively malicious AND manipulative.

which is why i think otto is fixated on subaru. otto has a lot of parallels with arc 3 rem—otto was the second person to die for subaru, and the second person to give subaru an important arc-defining speech to uplift him. otto, like rem, is willing to do anything for subaru. except ottos definition of anything doesnt just mean risking his life for subaru. it also means that ottos willing to sacrifice almost anything and anyone else for subaru. otto in arc 8 straight up thinks this:

“his reason for being was to keep saying that the point of compromise subaru had found was unacceptable”—otto places his reason for existence, his reason for being here in vollachia, his purpose, and the reason why hes Needed, on opposing subaru. on doing the dirty work for subaru.

its interesting, then, that both otto and julius’s fights against gluttony in arc 5 mirror each other. julius loses his name because he gives it in battle. otto figures out how erasing works and instructs everyone else not to say his name. julius is injured by gluttony in that his name is gone. ottos legs are injured by gluttony. and when otto fights ley and julius fights roy respectively, ley impersonates rem and roy impersonates joshua.

i mentioned the otto/rem parallels already, but its poignant that joshua was the one roy chose—not only bc its confirmation to us and julius that joshua got eaten, but also in that joshuas relationship to julius is complicated. joshua hates julius. joshua has this massive inferiority complex regarding julius, because julius can accomplish all these things that joshua wants to accomplish but he cant, and yet joshua keeps this hidden by gaslighting himself and everyone around him by playing up the adoring younger brother to an EXTREME. not that joshua doesnt admire his brother, because joshua does, just that its messily tangled with the envy and resentment—but joshua hides all his feelings behind the adoring younger brother act. to otto, ley appeared as rem—another lover to subaru (apart from emilia of course, along with the fact that otto himself Does love subaru) that otto doesnt know at all and yet parallels heavily. to julius, roy appears as joshua—the brother julius has now forgotten, the brother that resents julius and is jealous of julius in a similar way to julius being jealous of reinhard. julius does parallel joshua, in some way, and he doesnt even know.

and if ottos jealous of julius now, it mirrors joshuas jealousy regarding julius. if you put julius and otto together, theres the potential that julius will unknowingly “ruin” otto in the way that he “ruined” joshua, placing even more pressure on julius while otto and joshua stay in the background, in the shadows, and grow bitter of everyone shining in the light. and as for otto, ive mentioned all the things that julius has above otto already, but heres one more—

you could interpret julisuba as a healthier version of ottosuba.

as ive stated earlier, ottosuba and julisuba have Parallels. and of course, im not saying that julisuba are perfect people either, but the thing about ottosuba is that—like otto as a character—it seems innocent at first. with julisuba, its derogatory at first—subaru is the aggressor and the party in the wrong, while julius is forced to publically beat him and humiliate him in order to save his life. but julisuba later grow a very close bond (with…. quite a lot of homoeroticism HAH). meanwhile with ottosuba its a little Less rough. apart from otto pushing subaru off the wagon in arc 3 (which again, ended in otto dying while he was trying to save subaru bc he regretted what he did), ottosuba stays more in the background until otto takes more action in arc 4. and when we get to know ottosubas developing friendship in arc 4, we agree with otto. otto, who tells subaru that theyre friends, who goes out of his way to help subaru, who snaps some sense into subaru and makes a plan with him to tackle the obstacles in arc 4. but the thing is, we knew ottos flaws from the start. he does whatever necessary to accomplish his goals even if its morally wrong (pushing subaru out of the wagon in arc 3). otto gets mad at subaru for being reckless, grows violent with subaru as a result, and helps subaru in any way he can whether subaru wants it or not (arc 4). but in arc 4, ottosuba seems more like a nice friendship. its a breath of fresh air to see someone go out of their way for subaru like this. and im not saying that ottosuba isnt a great relationship, but by the time we get to arc 8, theyre codependent. otto needs to be needed. otto needs subaru to stay alive and out of more trouble, so otto decides to do whatever it takes to do that. otto gets mad at julius for trying to interfere in that, and otto also gets mad at roswaal and proceeds to assume—in his paranoia and anger—that roswaal only wants otto to be less difficult so its easier for roswaal to complete his own scheming. ottos protective of subaru to the point where you could interpret it as obsessive /possessive.

julius, on the other hand, is honest with subaru, as ive said, about what will likely happen with louis. julius is honest. sincere. he refuses to ever betray his loved ones, but he also refuses to lie to them and be their yes man—because its for their own good. otto is not. otto is willing to lie and play dirty even with his own loved ones if he thinks its for their own good. like joshua, otto hides his true feelings on certain things until it bubbles up to the surface—which is why he ends up punching walls out of anger and stewing in his frustration. julius has morals and ideals that he wouldnt want to cross. julius hates the idea of even hurting people. otto has next to zero reservations about this, if not none. once he deems it necessary, if theres something stopping him from doing it, it definitely wont be himself.

and—just a quick mention of ottos possible jealousy again + julisubas homoeroticism (that is, by the way, acknowledged by canon in the form of reid thinking theyre boyfriends), if you want to interpret ottosuba as romantic as well, you could easily interpret part of ottos anger towards julius being the result of him wanting to be the only man around subarus age whos close to subaru. julius is a direct competitor in that aspect too. because otto is genuinely happy for emisuba, especially when theyre both his friends, so while he did get jealous over them (which is canon, according to ottos diary), he doesnt have a problem with them. meanwhile, julius is a complete stranger to otto that got to accompany subaru to the tower—as the one other guy in the party too, by the way—while otto couldnt because he was injured by ley, who was impersonating rem, another one of subarus romantic interests. otto is already mad that subarus chosen vollachia and louis over ottos desire to just choose their self preservation. julius is salt in the wound because to otto, subaru leaving for the tower kinda looks like subaru chose julius over otto—and then julius came to vollachia and reunited with subaru, which is more salt in ottos wounds.

and if you want to make this more messy, ottos admiration and endearment to subaru can easily be paralleled to julius admiring reinhard. subaru and reinhard already parallel in general, but otto and julius were quite literally pining (platonic or otherwise) for subaru and reinhard before those two even recognized otto and julius as friends. make of that what you will.

so additionally—like how julius could “ruin” otto, otto could “ruin” julius. julius can beat otto in a physical fight without breaking a sweat. but unlike subaru, otto has no morals holding him back and hes absolutely capable of figuring out how to beat julius psychologically. otto also has no problem using julius if he really needed to. additionally, if you happened to put otto in a situation where he had julius’s life in his hands and he could get away scot-free with just killing julius—theres a good chance that otto could go ahead with it to remove julius as a threat + cripple anastasia substantially. and, like subaru, otto is capable of really Testing julius’s patience. if you forced them together for long enough with the way their characters are in arc 8, julius very well could snap. julius and otto are both characters whove been dealing with a bunch of shit and are growing tired of it, especially julius. otto may be more volatile in comparison, but julius of course is only human and will crack a bit under the pressure. because otto would place all these standards on him that julius is always cursed to have—ottos already done that in arc 8 by just referring to julius as a knight and therefore his enemy. and thats on top of otto and julius’s relationships to subaru making this Already Complicated.

and if subaru saw two of his closest friends fighting like this, all three of them would be Very Upset about it.

regardless, anastasia camp and emilia camp relations in general are fascinating because at this point, with ottos whole Thing against the ana camp, julius + his friendships to emilia and subaru, and garf and mimi, the two factions are closely connected now. julius and otto though? yeah theyre a powder keg of a rarepair bc i think theyd end up strangling each other wkndjdndjd. and what i mean is that as a rarepair, julius and otto and subaru are in the weirdest most fucked love triangle of all time right now HAH.

also in this scenario—when anastasia finds out about otto messing with julius, otto is not gonna be safe.

#if this is too long to read heres the tldr: as of where otto and julius are as characters in arc 8 rn they could awaken SO MUCH of the worst #in each other fr.#and platonic or previously romantic or not ottojulisuba might just be in the worlds worst love triangle 👍👍👍👍#my other ottojulisuba post was foreshadowing to this gigantic post ig 😭😭😭 listen i was just laying in bed with my heating pad and then i got #possessed and wrote this. crying.#pls. my ottojuli agenda is so real rn pls believe me. otto is cursed to have the most derogatory relationships with every knight ever.#subaru. reinhard. julius.#rezero #otto suwen #julius juukulius #ottojuli would look st each other and be like ‘subaru im so much better for you than him hes literally insane :)’ and subarus like um wtf is #going on with you two.#im so predictable with my posts these days. cries.#arc 8 spoilers

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luv-assangiebatch · 1 year ago

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Mendax Undercover - Chapter 5: SATC?

^^ Kat talking about her interaction with Julian. ❤️‍🔥

I wrote another chapter! The next one is gonna be more difficult but it should also have some good stuff in it.

After the five friends met at Astrid’s desk on the 1st floor, they decided on a place to have lunch. There was a quaint Indian food restaurant called Tandoori Palace Gate that was near Santé Genomics. It had great food, a lunch buffet, was decently priced, and offered a calm, relaxing atmosphere. This was a typical go- to for many people in the biotech sector, and these friends quickly made it a favorite mid-day hangout where they could socialize and catch up. Once they were seated and settled, they soon ordered and then began their chat session. The topic of the hour was Kat’s new story regarding the latest interaction with the otherwise elusive bioinformatics VP.

“Okay so what is this story, what happened?” Bethany inquired with playful excitement.

The other three focused on Kat with a curious air.

“Oui, tell us!” Astrid echoed.

Kat fanned herself a little bit as she exhaled, trying not to blush too much like a giddy schoolgirl. However, it may have been a bit too late for that.

“Okay well—we ran into each other at the coffee station again…” Kat began.

“Ahhh coffee…” Marilu mused. “I bet you needed some after last night—I know I sure did!” The others laughed in agreement.

“Yes, that was fun, but we can’t make a habit of staying out that damn late—not unless we all call off the next day or use PTO or something…” Juniper added, rubbing their tired eyes. “Oh but you were saying, Kat…?”

“Ah yes, so the coffee station. Well, he has this habit of sneaking up on me and taking me by surprise…he’s like some sort of sneaky ninja…”

“Or sexy ninja…” Astrid added with a smirk.

The others groaned and nodded in agreement. Even though Marilu and Juniper were asexual and aromantic, they could still appreciate the allure of a handsome man. Plus by now, all of the friends were emotionally invested in Kat’s new crush.

“Anyway—so he startles me again and I of course fumble my coffee cup, thank goodness it wasn’t full. It just kept bouncing off my hand until it flung towards him and he caught it!”

The friends giggled.

“Right, so then we just started chatting a bit—he made a crack about me going for the caffeinated stuff…oh! Then I offered to pour him a cup and then he had to run off to a meeting, and asked me to bring it to his office…”

The friends leaned in, interested to hear what came next.

“Have you ever been to his office before?” Marilu asked.

“I hadn’t!”

“What’s it like?” Juniper asked.

“Oh…I dunno…it’s nice. It’s big. Large windows on the far wall, and a conference table in front of those. Then bookshelves and cabinets behind his desk…I dunno, looks like a typical executive’s office...”

“Nothing personal in there? Décor?” Astrid asked.

Kat tilted her head for a moment. “You know, no—I didn’t really notice anything… I think he had a small fridge in there, maybe? Behind his desk…but that’s it…”

“Not surprising…” Juniper began. “I was talking with Otto in bioinformatics and he said Julian hardly talks to anyone…you have probably talked with him more than anyone on his own team has!”

Kat shook her head. “No way, that can’t be right…”

“He seems like the type to keep to himself,” Marilu noted with a slight nod.

“Takes one to know one!” Bethany teased.

Marilu shrugged. “Yeah, fair…” They were being amusing in their own way.

“Ooooh, but I haven’t gotten to the good part yet!” Kat exclaimed, getting a bit giddy. “Okay so… I go into his office thinking I’m just going to drop his coffee off and leave—but then he’s like, ‘hey my meeting was canceled,’ and I was like, ‘oh that’s cool,’ and then he was all, ‘why don’t you stay and chat a bit,’ and I was all, ‘bpbpbpbpbokay!’”

Laughter filled the table. As Kat continued, her speech and hand gestures were becoming more dynamic as her cheeks flushed slightly. She was beaming.

“Anyway, so yeah, we just chatted a bit about how we ended up at Santé, and I told him about a couple of fun pubs around for dancing and stuff and then he was all, ‘maybe you can show me sometime…!’” Kat started to fan herself again.

The others expressed surprise with dropped chins and more leaned in gestures. “Whaaaaat…” they sang in unison almost.

“He is so into you—he has to be!” Bethany exclaimed, then taking a sip of her Lassi.

“But you guys, it gets even better… After that, he asked about my graduate research, and then, well, long story short—he said that the company is on him to do some research so he asked if I would like to work on my research with him!”

“Woooooah!” the friends chimed.

“I know!” Kat brought her cold glass of water to her cheeks and forehead for a moment, trying to calm her excitement.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little jealous,” Juniper responded. “I wouldn’t mind some hot VP wanting to help me further my graduate research…”

“You could end up publishing a manuscript with him!” Bethany exclaimed.

“And presenting together at ASCO… Oooh overseas trips together…?” Marilu mused.

“This could also mean lots of late nights together, eh?” Astrid inquired with a raised eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you have to do research after the normal workday?”

“Ooooh…” the others chimed in unison, agreeing with Astrid’s thought.

“Yeah…maybe…I guess we’ll see! But yeah, I am pretty elated about this, you guys… I really don’t know why or how this is happening, but I guess I’ll try to enjoy it and not screw it up by doing something stupid!” Kat scoffed at herself. “Hopefully I can control the clumsiness around him if I have to see him more…”

“Awe Kat, you’re so hard on yourself,” Juniper said, being a supportive friend as they often were. “You are so passionate about precision medicine and what we do, and I bet he sees that in you and knows you will take it seriously.”

“Thanks, my friend,” Kat nodded to Juniper. “So yeah, that’s my big news for the day…how is everyone else doing?”

“I’m so fucking tired…!” Astrid growled.

“Didn’t you leave with that businessman last night?” Bethany asked.

Astrid chucked. “Ah yes, I did…upper-class connard,” she added with disdain.

“But he was handsome—was he not very nice?”

“Bof… he was fun for a night—to dominate, you know…but they are all the same. Thinking the pretty French girl is so exotique…it’s so…ennuyeux, non?” Astrid rolled her eyes. “But I give them what they want, a show, eh! It’s fun for a night.”

Bethany grimaced. “But what about finding a real nice man and falling in love?”

“Pfft—l’amour, c’est la guerre,” Astrid quipped.

Bethany looked at Marilu and Juniper.

“Don’t look at us, we’re ace…” Marilu noted, crossing her hands back and forth a bit.

“That’s not to say we don’t believe in others finding love, “ Juniper added. “I just think it’s very tricky, and rare to find a good one. Most of the time it’s just too much hassle, and who has time for that nonsense?”

Bethany sighed, then looked hopelessly at Kat. “Kat, what do you think? Do you believe in love?”

Kat shrugged. “I am generally a skeptic… However, deep down I do want to believe, wish for it… It’s been a long time since I met anyone who made me think of stuff like that though…”

“Until now…?” Bethany inquired with a hopeful smile.

Kat cracked a shy smirk, almost feeling like she were caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Yes…Mr. VP…well…he is giving me the feels for sure. He is just so…enchanting…” Kat sighed hopelessly, then immediately scolded herself in her head for being such a silly schoolgirl.

“Oh my God, I just realized something…” Bethany added while covering a giggle with her hand.

“What?” the others asked.

“We are just like the ladies from Sex and The City…!”

“Huh?” “What?” “How do you mean?” the others inquired simultaneously.

“Oh my God, yes! It’s so obvious!” Bethany laughed, so proud of herself for discovering this parallel. “Sex and the City—the biotech version!”

The others just looked back and forth at each other, then back at Bethany for further explanation.

“Okay so I’m totally Charlotte—the one with the more reserved and traditional outlook on love…”

“Ohhh…” the others began to nod as she continued.

“And Astrid here is Samantha, feeling power in her sexuality and having fun with it. Then we have TWO Mirandas!” Bethany gestured toward Juniper and Marilu.

“Ah yes, the romance skeptic!” Juniper laughed. “I even have the short red hair!”

“And Kat…” Bethany motioned toward the variant scientist. “Well, she’s our Carrie of course…and Mr. VP is her Mr. Big!”

The table roared with approval.

“God…” Kat sighed. “He’s even elusive like Mr. Big was…”

“Oap, there she goes…” Marilu waved a hand in front of Kat’s eyes to bring her back down to earth.

The table giggled as they continued to finish their lunch before heading back to the office.

And just like that… Basel was starting to show Kat there was room in life for friendship and potential romance as well as a successful career, and maybe having it all wasn’t as rare as most people thought.

#mendax undercover #assangie #kassangie #fanfic #my shitty writing #cameos #getting closer to some good flirty stuff soon!

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emodialisse · 2 years ago

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Raise A Glass To The Unfinished Works I Wrote On My Way Home

I'm gonna post here some ideas I'm working on since last year for possible fanfics I'll post, not that I expect people to read, I just like to expose my silly thoughts. I deleted a few works here because I wasn't really ready to share them yet, but now I'm saying fuck it, we ball.

Caution warnings for: unlikely friendships, heavy themes within mundane scenarios, Otto's (shameful) military history and how it affected his life, family issues, internal homophobia that's treated like a plot device, Peter's anxiety putting himself in armed conflict situations, too many headcanons to fit into your luggage, drama, and all the characters running on five cups of coffee and takeout in a daily basis.

There will be more posts about specific works and I'll cite which character they're focused on. Let's start off with this one, that I wanted to base my entire alternate universe within the game (not Diaverse, that's an AU based on Earth 616)

– An alternative meeting between Otto and Peter much earlier in the game. Focused on Otto's point of view.

Otto has been struggling with his finances ever since he stopped taking up every job offer because he's hopeful to invest on a start-up. There's a planned trip for Schenectady to visit a relative he hasn't spoken to since his father's passing, but to level out that he has the company of Anna Watson, one of his ex-wife's friends that stook out the most for her support and their common relation to one May Parker. Anna makes a visit to Otto and they start to discuss plannings for the Mother's Day celebration that's gonna take place in the Parker's residence. Anna is insisting that Otto don't bother to help because she knows his situation is tough, but he's quite offended by that and tells her he is capable of handling himself.

Yes, the idea was to introduce Peter and Otto at this party. But they don't hold up a very productive conversation. Actually, May's the one to provide information about Peter, since the boy's very shy in Otto's opinion (he doesn't know Peter idolizes him to the point of hero ship). And in talking with May, she likes to draws the similarities between them, and furthermore asking why Otto has been quite distant and hasn't talked to her like they used to do. Otto gives up and tells her he hasn't been the same since leaving Oscorp, and is impressed because he never mentioned that to anyone. Especially because he thinks back to how he felt when his father died, it was the same week he had that doctor's appointment and so many exams had been scheduled. How sour the nights tasted on his tongue, and he swears there was a day his hand twitched with the weight of a [gun]. May tells him there's too much on their heads lately, Otto agrees and says she is quite busy herself, referencing May's participation in protests. May then reveals she's mulling over an opportunity to do something for herself that doesn't evolve around Peter and Ben's world (It's F.E.A.S.T). She loves them, but Peter has grown up too fast and she smiles remembering about that one time they brought a very cheap microscope for him, he looked so happy but even more out of their reach, ready to seek his own ambitions. Otto connects it to his adulthood. They talk some more until Anna arrives, as well as a few more guests, namely Mary Jane Watson and Harry Osborn. Otto knows them, Harry a little bit more, and immediately jokingly offers him a drink since his “peacock of a father” isn't there to complain at the lack of white wine. Otto knows Harry tries to, but he isn't remotely like Norman at all. There's a bit more story between Otto and the Osborns, because he had known Emily in health and sickness, and she was the only reason he continued to assist in Norman's research.

The idea was to play around with a thought I had: “This teased friendship with May... and then Peter... Why not expand on Otto's history connecting him to important people on Peter's life as well? Maybe a foster sense of belonging overgrows him whenever he sees Peter working on a contraption, May playing around to make him laugh, Anna's visits... and then his trip to Schenectady is cancelled since he's no longer feeling homesick, and starts to see more to this life he has build where he is right now.”

Anyway, this probably will manifest into a mocking one shot, where I'm gonna include Otto receiving visits from a chosen group of people [grant committee] from a heath care organization specialized in assisting veterans from the army, to his laboratory. He's still figuring out the name. All the while having some talks with May, now well adjusted on her job in F.E.A.S.T and they touch on the terms of grief and how it changes the relationships around you. She felt helpless, and that made her understand Peter a bit more, even before what happened [arriving late, be it for school or other compromises]. Even Anna was also a lot more present on her life after that, May jokes about growing sick of how much she craves Anna's carrot cake and hibiscus tea every time she shows up at her doorstep, claiming she has never been a fan of neither of those things.

The idea was to motivate Otto to interact more with the boy when he showed up at their home in Queens, leading to him to offer the internship in the future. Despite the game having Peter say it was because of May's word alone, I wanted to expand more and have it make sense for the context of both Otto's and Peter's lives connecting paths in some way. First May comparing their behaviors, Otto's conversation in Peter's bedroom at the Mother's Day party where Peter told him they met once in Midtown High. At the time Otto was in a dark place and apologizes for not remembering Peter's face. And of course, graduation day. Everything to lead up to Peter visiting the laboratory for the first time, and he feels like it's a Christmas morning. When Peter reads the plate “Octavius Industries” he thinks too loudly that it escapes his mouth about the lack of creativity in the name, as it's too much similar to other famous enterprises. Otto is confused to why would that be a bad thing, and Peter tells him people are sick of seeing fancy names and not actual changes. Otto tells him there was none of that discussion when he was in grad school, and Peter responds stating that Otto had never "hit the pot" back then. There's a little bit of backstory, because I can't contain myself, about Otto smoking weed in the army and other little rebellions he did because he was away from home, but that's for another day.

I did plan romance between them in this work, but it'll be official only next in a series I wanted to start based on this. It would explore other characters as well, like Robbie and Betty from the Bugle, Mary Jane, Curt Connors and Martin Li. And of course, many are focused on Peter's point of view by then.

Here's a preview of the three main stories (much like the game has three chapters in the DLC, ha) all to build the timeline filled with the how's and the why's of their relationship. To name a few: How did Peter know he was in love, wasn't it just a hero crush? Otto had definitely fallen first, that's for sure, and has been pining over something he thinks he don't deserve. Why does he feel that way about Peter specifically? Is it the age thing? The work thing? Is it his hot dog stinky breath thing? The thingiest thing that things? Well, that and other questions I have from the many conversations with my mirror that needed answers, so I wrote it all down in my WhatsApp group in the exact exasperated way, with additional exclamation points and emojis.

– Betty is Peter's oldest and by far his most successful workplace friendship, he scaped many of Triple J's trash talking because of her, and she was the one who put most faith in his passion for photography beyond his work with Spider-Man. He's surprised one afternoon where she announces her marriage to Ned Leeds on spring and handles him an invitation. Peter has some controversial opinions about Ned but is nonetheless attending because whatever makes Betty happy must have some positive side to it. It's a short story centered around Peter venting about his insecurities regarding romantic relationships, so the stage Otto and him are is pretty low.

– Otto is planning to take Maria Alice's hand the next weekend, but some circumstances at Oscorp are making harder and harder for him to concentrate on the perfect scenario to ask her, and Norman seems to be holding secrets from him. Luckily, Curt Connors, the intern that had been working with them for six months now is not so dull headed and actually helps him behind the curtains with a special case that arrived this morning. This will be a multiple chapter work to explain why Otto was so much in a dark places at the time he left Oscorp, discovering things not only about one of his closest friend but also realizing some things about himself. Let's just say Otto's affinity for Peter and their future relationship isn't entirely unknown waters. That leads me to think Otto is pretty much more confident about this thing between them because, despite what believe, Otto is more experienced than Peter, in matters of the deep form of love that is.

– Robbie Robertson and Mary Jane Watson have to work alongside Spider-Man thanks to the causality of the trouble they're putting themselves into for someone they believe is NYPD's bait to dismantle Fisk's art auctions networks linked to the criminal underground, only because like them, the guy was at the wrong place at the wrong time, but heavy allegations are working against them, and it's up to Peter Parker to believe that the police might be wrong, but Robbie and MJ aren't going to sit down and watch the circus burn. This is also going to be a multiple chapters work, focusing more on establishing Robbie as the owner of the Daily Bugle and how he could restore its reputation after the rash exit of Jonah Jameson, as well MJ's journey to debut herself in her new job as an investigative reporter. It's kind of a sequel to that one story with Betty, because it features lots of scenes with Otto and their developing relationship, a little more mature from the conversations they had and all the miscommunication. I think an action packed mystery works perfectly to conclude a romance.

When this is finished, I'll probably do anthology works, which I'll discuss later in other posts. Just a little reminder for myself to not loose track of the stuff I have divided in many google Docs that are driving me insane. That and I want to talk about Diaverse Octospider too, because why not?

#otto octavius #peter parker #dia talks #dia writes?#octospider

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writingsofwesteros · 2 years ago

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Ooohh! I have so many ideas now.

What if the Tywin Stev Otto trio would gang up on each other.

Like Otto has been super busy as Hand of the king so Stev and Tywin corner him in his office. Stev is just in a robe. He looks up and asks what they are doing here and says that he’s busy, but Tywin replies you’ve left our queen wanting. You know her appetite. She needs her tower and her lion to be fulfilled. Then he unties Stev’s robe and fondles her in front of Otto to tease and torture him, she whimpers helplessly and wantonly, I need you my darling, I always need you both. You’ve ruined me for just one man, she says and overstimulated and edged to brink tears pour down her face.

Please Otto…..I need to feel you both….

Tywin just standing silently behind fondling Stev and looking at Otto his eyes saying, our beautiful horny wife is here in front of you wanting us and you’re gonna do paperwork……

I love that!!

You’ve ruined me for just one man

Fuck that's hotter than it should be!

Otto has to punish her that evening for distracting him so well

#the iron doe otto/tywin

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just-some-random-blogger · 7 months ago

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The door to your chambers bursting open with a thud, the thick wood slamming against the old masonry of Maegor’s Holdfast, is what forcefully pulls you out of your slumber.

Maegor? 😋😋😋 What are you doing in my falafel? I'm gonna pretend I know what his holdfast is lmao

Every sense of tiredness that has lingered in your bones vanishes suddenly at the noisy intrusion, more so as you spot the armor-clad silhouette of your husband standing at the threshold of your marital quarters.

😋😋😋😋😋😋 just how I like him

Whenever Daemon barges into your chambers at this hour, still wearing his armor, you know he needs to be consoled and pampered.

😩😩😩😩😩 what a pathetic beef stroganoff

A few, determined strides is all it takes him to enter the room, closing the door behind him as loudly as he’s opened it before.

DAMN he's so loud

He always states that there are quite a few practical reasons for it, with easier and quicker access to your cunt being the main one of them. Albeit you know for certain that he just loves to feel your skin on his when he falls asleep, solely embraced by the warmth and softness of your body snuggled up against his.

Born to be a baby girl forced to be a whore 😔 it's ok daedae embrace the baby girlism

“Va aōha ybon,” he rasps, voice deep and commanding, and leaving no space for any kind of objection. On your knees.

youtube

It usually requires your help to strip him off his heavy armor, but much to your surprise, Daemon manages to shred himself out of the majority of it all by himself, driven by sheer lust and hunger for you.

Ladies if he wanted he would look at this desperate man

Your hands lie folded in your lap, thumbs brushing over each other in a way to keep yourself calm. You have been married to Daemon for two summers, but know his silence never means anything good. It is threatening, and more often than not getting you into trouble, because he always has something to say.

😭😭😭😭 bestie really said he's a yAPPER HAHAHAHAHAHH TRUEEEEEEEEE

While the pad of his thumb brushes over the curve of your lips, his other hand slowly unlaces the front of his breeches, easing the confines of his half-hard member, and causing a wave of arousal to seep out of your cunt, anticipation making it clench around nothing.

Im a simple girl, my lips get swiped I get sniped

“I do not care if the king knows or not,“ he spits, impatiently tugging the front of his breeches down just enough to free his cock and stones. “He is blind, guided by the incompetent leech that claims to be his hand.“

Daemon @ otto

You slowly tug him to full hardness, stroking him the way you know he likes, even though your pace is a bit slower than usual. You listen to him rant about his brother, and the insolence of his hand, Otto Hightower, merely humming whenever your husband expects you to.

Literally her

Chop chop prince boy just fuck me already

A sharp tug on your hair catches your attention and makes you yelp, your wide eyes finding your husband‘s demanding ones. “Quit playing games,“ he growls. A warning. But he should know by now that you are not one of his hounds, and what works with them doesn’t necessarily intimidate you.

Make me

Daemon bows forward, looming over your frame but coming close enough for you to feel his breath fanning over your face. Goosebumps prickle on your skin, and his intense lilac eyes send desire straight to your jumbled mind.

Hey 😋

HE SPITTTT YOUR HONOR IM GOBSMACKED USUALLY ID BE ALL

But he had me this round. I'm not sure how I feel. Flabbergasted is what I am

Daemon rarely enjoys having you talk back at him, to tease him, and right now clearly isn’t one of those moments.

My my my not so fond of yappers huh. Telling

I do, but I like it more when you do not speak at all.

TRY TO STOP ME THEN

“Ñuha sȳz riña,” he rasps, pulling you up on your feet to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The taste of him on your tongue spreads over his tongue and causes him to groan. My good girl.

Sorry I folded way too quickly

“Tonight is the night I shall put a child into you. I want to see your body swell with my seed.”

OK ❗❗❗❗❗❗

STRESS RELIEF.

Daemon Targaryen x female!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; implied canon typical incest/ targcest (no named relationship other than husband & wife but reader speaks high valyrian), oral (m receiving), balls sucking, balls worship, cock slapping, breeding kink, fem reader (no mentions of appearance)

WORDS: 2.9 K

NOTES: I KNOW I said you won't get anything from me for the next two weeks, but this is an old story I love and edited, and I'm always in the mood to suck his balls. Ty Lana @zaldritzosrose 🤍

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

The door to your chambers bursting open with a thud, the thick wood slamming against the old masonry of Maegor’s Holdfast, is what forcefully pulls you out of your slumber.

As your eyes shoot open, you need a few seconds to adjust to the dim light of your chambers, the flame of the fireplace long extinguished and indicating it’s been a while since you found sleep.

He appears to be even more bulky and bull-like with the natural broadness of his shoulders accentuated by the heavy armor and the golden cloak, and just that sight alone has an aching desire filling your veins.

It’s the closer look you take that makes you aware of his labored breathing, chest rising and falling with heaving breaths, almost seeming as though he’s in great stress.

Whenever Daemon barges into your chambers at this hour, still wearing his armor, you know he needs to be consoled and pampered.

“Husband?” Your soft voice finally pierces through the silence, still thick with sleep from being awoken so abruptly.

A few, determined strides is all it takes him to enter the room, closing the door behind him as loudly as he’s opened it before. Although you know something is plaquing his mind, and that he’s not usually as harsh towards you as this, you still flinch at the thud.

Sitting up straight with the bedcovers bunched in front of your breasts, you have a puzzled look on your face. One of the few things Daemon has established fairly early into your marriage was the strict prohibition of you wearing any kind of smallclothes or nightgowns to bed, as he wants you to lie just as bare next to him as he always does.

Clashing of metal accompanies his heavy footsteps as he approaches you, stern gaze fixed on your small frame.

The closer he gets, the more you are able to make out his chiseled features with long strands of his silver-blonde hair framing them perfectly. Even in the almost non-existent light of your chambers you notice the dark blown eyes, the adored lilac almost fully eclipsed by pitch black.

“Va aōha ybon,” he rasps, voice deep and commanding, and leaving no space for any kind of objection. On your knees.

You comply swiftly, the bedcovers thrown aside to reveal your naked form. A somewhat feral growl ripples through your husband’s chest at the sight, the curves and dips of your body enhanced by the light the moon casts through the windows.

The stone floor feels cold and hard as you sink to your knees, causing you to shift your weight from one knee to the other and back, trying to mend the discomfort at least slightly.

Where his silver hair is usually well combed and neat, the loose tresses now cascade down his shoulders and back visibly tousled and dirty.

As he stands in front of you in his full glory, only clad in a pair of dark breeches and a loose tunic, you hesitantly reach to place a hand on his sturdy thigh while his hand cups your cheek in return. Finding yourself leaning into the touch, you’re quickly repulsed as you catch a whiff of what smells like sweat, dirt and… iron.

“What have you done today?“ you ask innocently, though you aren’t sure if you want to hear his reply – that means if you even get one.

“Oh, we have restored law and order,“ he purrs, the cocky smirk on his lips indicating that he’s more than satisfied with the outcome of it all. “The Kingsguard cleaned the streets from the city‘s scum.“

Listening intently, you just nod in acknowledgement, not at all surprised by your husband‘s actions. “And does the king know you did that?“

A musky scent hits your nose when you catch sight of his thick cock. His musky scent, mixed with the salty smell of sweat. It has you licking your lips like a greedy whore, and if anything, you love it. It’s a sharp reminder that you have married a hardworking and ambitious man, and not a boy.

Your hand instinctively curls around his member, your index finger and thumb barely touching. His girth has always been something that impresses you. He’s considerable, leaving you wondering at times how it even fits into your mouth and cunt.

Once his cock stands to full attention, throbbing in your hand, you release it and instead fondle his stones, heavy and hot in your hand. The fleshy pouch they sit in is a bit darker than the rest of his pale skin and visibly sagged, but doesn’t hang too low.

Your actions earn a disapproving tsk from Daemon, despite the visible twitching of his cock at the new stimulation, and he wastes no time in fisting a good bit of your hair to shove your face towards his crotch. The scent is more prominent the closer you get, but not at all repulsing. Instead, it arouses you even more.

You’re not sure if it’s Daemon‘s usual lack of patience or his abnormal obsession with the king and his entourage that makes him greedy and needy for your touch, but you decide to not give in to him so easily.

Gently squeezing and fondling the sack of his stones, your tongue licks a flat stripe from the base of his member up to the bulbous tip of it. A salty taste lingers on your tongue, the few beads of his arousal quickly gathered and swallowed by you. You hum appreciatively at the taste, seemingly pleased to witness the affect your touch and presence has on your husband‘s body.

Your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock, kitten-licking it until his heavy pants are replaced by annoyed huffs and grunts. Daemon doesn’t like you teasing him – not when he craves relief.

You keep your eyes neatly trained on him, studying his changing expressions to know whenever you’re playing with fire, and when it is best to follow his commands. Switching the positions of your mouth and hand, warmth brushes your face before the familiar musk seeps into your head.

Closing your eyes as all your senses are clouded by him, you latch on Daemon’s sac of stones, nuzzling your nose into the dark, coarse hair to take one of them in your mouth. Low purrs ripple from your throat, sending vibrations through his body.

You haven’t noticed, but your thighs clench and unclench repeatedly with each suck of your mouth, trying to soothe the aching settling at the apex of your legs. However, it doesn’t grant you the friction you crave.

“My, my, now look at that,“ Daemon coos. “Sucking my stones like a common whore. So desperate to have your mouth filled by me, hm?“

The condescending tone of his voice sends shivers up your spine, and you keen at the degrading nature of his words, moaning around his slightly slacked flesh.

Daemon is unable to tear his dark blown eyes from your full mouth struggling to take both of his stones. You’re trying so hard, but your mouth isn’t slack enough, causing you to nearly choke yourself trying to please him.

Droplets of your saliva dribble from the corners of your mouth down your chin, gathering in your jugular notch, and really making you look like you belong to the Street of Silk; a common whore desperate for her mouth to be stuffed by something, and not caring if it was filled by his stones or cock.

While you are messily suckling the sack of his stones, you tease a few licks up his length, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of it with the tip of your tongue.

You relish in the way he twitches and squirms under your touch, the deep grunts only spurring you on even more. But you also are soaked for him, core clenching and aching, begging to be used.

Daemon has started to tug himself off at the sight of your lips around his flesh, big hand the perfect size for his considerable length, while his other tightly fists into your hair to keep you where he wants you.

You hollow your cheeks around him, sucking with the tip of your tongue dragging over the sensitive skin. The familiar taste of manhood lingers on your tongue, and your jaw goes slack, finally managing to engulf his whole sac with your mouth. But when you try to pull away for a breath, Daemon only snorts and pulls you right back to his stones.

He harshly tugs on your hair, tilting your head back so you are forced to look at him when he slaps his hard cock against your face. Your saliva adds a sheen to his flushed skin, making him glisten in the dim light, and catches your attention, your eyes trailing over the length of his cock – you want nothing more than to feel those veins on your tongue.

As his cock repeatedly makes contact with your swollen lips and cheeks, the indecency of it all sends heat straight through your body, for it’s the first time he has ever done something like that.

“What a wanton harlot you are,” his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Whores of the Silk Street do such things.”

While his degrading words go straight to your head, making you eager for more, you still cower beneath his dominating presence. “Yn ao hae ziry,” you reply, cocking your head sideways in an innocent way. But you like it.

It seems that your feigned innocence doesn’t convince him, because you suddenly feel something warm and wet dripping down your cheeks; his saliva. He has spat on your cheek, spreading it over your heated skin with a satisfied smirk ghosting over his features. Daemon rarely enjoys having you talk back at him, to tease him, and right now clearly isn’t one of those moments.

At the realization of what he’s just done, you feel your voice tighten in your throat, your lips pressing into a thin line as embarrassment floods your veins.

“Gaoman, yn…,” he muses, bending back and tracing the tip of his length along the slit of your pouty lips. “...nyke hae ziry tolī skori gaomā daor ȳdragon rȳ mirre.” With these words leaving his lips, his cock hits your cheek once again, almost as if he’s making fun of you. I do, but I like it more when you do not speak at all.

The grip on your hair loosens only for him to cup your cheek, fingertips digging sharply into the flushed skin of your cheeks. His other hand repeatedly taps the tip of his cock against your swollen lips in a demanding manner, begging for entrance.

“Open your mouth, or else I am opening it for you.”

You wet your lips, just the mere thought of having him down your throat causes a sense of soreness to linger in the back of it, and Daemon seems to notice your apprehension.

“I see your mouth begging for my cock, you filthy slut. Don’t act like an insufficient brat for you have done this plenty of times before.” He is right, but that doesn’t mean you’ll ever get used to his sheer size. Your thoughts, however, are cut short because Daemon isn’t Daemon, if he doesn’t take matters into his own hands.

The tip of his cock prods against your lips, and with the grip on your face tightening, you are all but forced to part them for him. There’s only little to no time to adjust to his size granted to you, because he sheaths himself inside of you in one, swift thrust.

A few seconds pass in which neither of you moves. Your nose is nuzzled against his pubic bone, the tip of it brushing the wispy trail of his hair, and you try to stifle the urge to gag and choke around him, your hands getting ahead with clutching his muscular thighs to keep yourself grounded.

Every muscle of his body twitches with pleasure as he grows accustomed to the warmth and tightness of you, his head tipping back to release a bawdy groan.

And then his hips start to buck into your mouth, allowing a wave of fresh air to fill your lungs when he almost completely pulls out; only the tip remaining embraced between your lips. A firm hand locks behind your head to stop you from pulling back.

Daemon’s hips thrust into your mouth with reckless abandon like he belonged into it, the bulbous tip hitting the back of your throat but never giving you anything you can’t handle. He knows you can take it, and that you like it.

The lewd noises of his soaked cock easing in and out of your warm mouth fill the room, spurring him on even more. At this point, you are soaking wet for him, droplets of your arousal leaking onto the stone floor beneath your legs.

Your cheeks hollow around him as you choke and sputter around his length, spit dribbling down your chin and bosom. His stones tighten with his cock throbbing on your tongue, ready to spend himself down your throat at any given moment, your previous teasing clearly coming in handy.

There are tears brimming in your eyes, unhelpful when all you want is to look up at him, watch how he scrunches his brow and puckers his lips as he gazes at you in rapture.

“That’s it,” Daemon groans, the pace of his hips faltering as he chases his release. “Take it all.” And that is when you felt it.

His hot seed spills down your throat, coating your tongue. You gag slightly when his hips start to stutter, cock twitching and pulsing with the force of his peak. Droplets of his seed spill from the corners of your mouth, mixing with your saliva and dribbling down your chin while you struggle to swallow the rest.

Nonsense spews out of his mouth as his groans grow more wanton, no doubt losing awareness of his volume. You are destined to be the main topic of the court's whispers in the morrow, just like your mother and father have been before you.

His fingers comb through your hair slowly, stroking your head as if he’s thanking you for a job well done, while he rides out his peak with languid thrusts of his hips.

When he finally stops to regain his composure, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he takes, he allows you to pull back from him, a string of your saliva connecting your swollen lips with the bulbous head of his cock, only breaking as you lick your lips to gather the remnants of his spent.

“Ñuha sȳz riña,” he rasps, pulling you up on your feet to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The taste of him on your tongue spreads over his tongue and causes him to groan. My good girl.

Like a man possessed, he flips you around and easily throws you onto your marital bed. When you land on your stomach with him following closely behind, mounting you and straddling your arse, you squeal and chuckle, ecstatic that it’s finally your turn.

“Tonight is the night I shall put a child into you. I want to see your body swell with my seed.”

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#daemon fanfic #daemon smut #girl bye i need to sleep my head hurts

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lokipokey · 3 years ago

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good fucking girl

† kinktober day 10 – praise kink + gagging

pairing: doc ock x apprentice!reader

warnings: 18+ only, praise kink, oral male receiving, gagging, brat tendencies, fingering, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, unprotected sex, age gap, size difference, the word sweetheart used as an endearment

word count: 1.4k

summary: working under nuclear physicist doctor otto octavius has you thinking about what it’d truly be like getting to work under him

note: if ur not already a doc ock thot then hop the fuck on !! it's a wild fuckin ride and there is also no way off

read me here or on ao3

“Oh, sweet girl, look how good you take it,” the gravel in Doctor Octavius’s voice is much more prominent now, your lips gliding effortlessly down his shaft until your nose hits his stomach. “Good fucking girl.”

His hand finds its way into your hair as you kneel there before him, fisting a bunch of it at the scalp gently, desperately needing something to tie him down to reality as his hips met your mouth. Your eyes flit up to watch him come undone; he unravels above you at the unearthly feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around him like this.

You moan around him, the vibration sending you both spiraling. Your fingers haven’t stopped playing with your clit since you started sucking him off, his praises fueling the fire raging in the pit of your stomach. The size of this man, so thick and lengthy down your throat, was easy to imagine stuffed deep up your cunt, rutting into you over and over and over until you were seeing stars. You could feel your arousal seeping down your inner thighs. You hadn’t realized how touch starved you were until this man had put his hands on you, even in the most innocent way. The light graze of his hand on your lower back as he approached you from behind to take a look at your work’s progress, the nudge of his fingers against yours when handing a needed tool in the lab to him, the way the front of him would slide against the back of you when trying to work together in your shared lab space — all of it was gradually building up inside of you until you couldn’t even be in the same room as him without soaking through your panties. And to think he had no idea at the time that you had reciprocated feelings.

You slide back off his cock to take just his head inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before flattening it against his tip, licking a fat stripe while looking up at him through your lashes.

Otto sucks in a sharp breath, tightening his grip he has on your hair. A curse follows his shaky exhale. Maintaining his gaze, you take him completely down your throat again, essentially swallowing him, holding yourself there until you’re gagging around him. You can taste his precum on your tongue as you continue to repeat the motion, tears welling at your lids and saliva building at your lips and seeping down your chin. You watch as his eyes roll to the back in his head.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I — I’m gonna—”

Before he can finish, you pull off his cock with a wet pop, your eyes not leaving his reddened face. If looks could kill, the one he gave you in this moment would have dropped you instantly. A stupid grin takes full advantage of your lips.

“Mm, you have to be quiet, Doctor,” you hum softly, looking up at him from your position between his legs. “I can’t have all of Oscorp hearing this.”

Without hesitation, a metal tentacle irately wraps around your waist and slams you onto the lab table behind you. You find his eyes again, watching them flash with a new kind of lust, taking their time flitting down your body splayed and restrained at his hand before him. He slowly approaches you all the while, pausing when his eyes land on your sopping cunt. His tentacles reactively tighten at the sight, squeezing you hard in his grip. You can’t stifle the yelp in your throat, writhing in his clutch for a little leeway. You try to hide the grin toying at your lips.

Otto strokes the insides of your thighs as they rest open on the metal table. “Not so cocky now, are we?”

Your hips involuntarily buck toward him, desperate for his touch. You glanced down at his cock, so close to your entrance as he raked his palms up and down your thighs.

“My dear girl, you think you deserve my cock after what you just pulled?” he whispers, one hand drawing awfully close to your core, staring attentively down between your legs. “Ah, look at you, sweetheart…”

Gingerly, he starts rubbing big, slow circles on your clit. You gasp breathlessly, looking down to watch him play with you.

“Now tell me, darling…” Otto plunges two fingers inside you swiftly and in the same fluid motion pulls right back out, returning back to tracing circles on your clit. “What the fuck are we going to do with that mouth of yours?”

Panting, you buck your hips at the loss of his fingers, your body begging for them back. “Jesus fuck, Octavius — please!”

With a chuckle, his pace slows even more so. “I could do this all day,” his cock twitches against you and you groan, and he quickly picks up the pace. “Say my name.”

An unintelligible string of curses pour past your lips as your brain can’t keep up with his fingers. You become entranced in his pace, how quick and slick he’s toying with you, making you laugh internally at how easy it is for him to make your pussy drown in its own arousal. You moan out his name.

“Louder,” he urges, eyes not breaking from your face.

Replacing his fingers back inside you, he finger-fucks your cunt with quick, deep thrusts.

“Otto!” you scream, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.

With your feet up on the table, you use them as leverage to fuck yourself on his fingers. You can’t help how loud your noises have become with how desperate Otto has made you for his touch after all this time.

Several quick knocks on the door have you paralyzed in place as you shoot a look toward the entrance, hearing an alarmed voice yelling on the other side. You watch as an appendage flies to drill it shut, in addition to the back door, though nothing slows his pace.

With a smirk, he leans in closer to you. “Look who’s too loud now, darling.”

Below him, you throw your head back, gritting your teeth as he adds in his other hand to toy with your abused clit. It’s all too much for you now— you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck— I can’t— I can’t—"

“Can’t what, sweet girl?

After all this time leaving the lab with these thoughts in your head, these fantasies you believed to be only yours, going home to fuck yourself at the thought of him — you were here, his fingers deep in your pussy, wanting you just as much as you had wanted him.

Your moans go quiet as your eyes flutter shut, body ceasing movement. You were so close, so lost in the euphoria, a blurry haze took over your sight as you tried to look up at him. The only thing your mind could focus on was his hands on you. Touching you so good. Fucking you so good. Working you closer and closer to coming utterly undone.

Before you could stop it, right next to your high, all his contact was gone. Your head shoots up off the table, finding him and his cocksure grin peering down at you. Your face pulls into a tight-lipped grimace of wry amusement. “You cocky bastard.”

“What’s that? You want my cock?”

His hands quickly find your hips and in one quick motion plunges his cock as deep as he can into your cunt. Your scream surprises the both of you, your arms twisting free from his metal appendage and clutching onto his forearms as he fucks you relentlessly. Nothing could have prepared you despite how many times you had played it out in your head. He was so fucking thick, so big, filling you entirely… your body had gone numb as it rocked back and forth atop the table, the metal tentacle at your waist slamming you down onto his cock to meet his thrusts, as he overpowered you.

He stands so intimidatingly over you, captivated by the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth, fueled by the thought of his cock making you come unglued like this. His cock twitches inside you. “Come for me, my dear, you’ve done so well.”

With a guttural groan, you let go. Your walls squeeze him hard as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his hand on your clit slowing. You feel him release inside you moments after. Your head feels light, almost dizzy, as you lay there in awe. Your chest heaves with breathy moans, your eyelids heavy with euphoria.

“Mm,” his hands find the inside of your thighs again, stroking them in praise, his hips leisurely still meeting yours as you lay there breathlessly on the table. “Such a good girl.”

#doc ock #otto octavius #doctor octopus #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x you #otto octavius x reader #doc ock x you #doc ock x self insert #marvel smut #tppkinktober2021

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writingforfishes · 12 days ago

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Hicvember: Random Case

I cranked this fucker out all tonight. So, enjoy me making something and having to release it into the wild without overly editing it like it's some sort of homework assignment!

CW:

loud squeaky hiccups

brief mention of fatness (positive/in humor)

atticus' embarrassment

mention of Olivia (Otto's birth giver)

a new hiccuper has entered the fic

short case

mention of a vibrator

slapdash knowledge of tea and herbs

mild teasing

Margie ran an apothecary downtown. She’d started it before gentrification got into full swing on the street her shop resided. Nowadays she got college students and tourists in addition to regulars coming in the store. When she first started her business, she would frequently have 5 customers the entire day. While she was grateful business had picked up since the addition of other popular shops, she was also frustrated to see most shop owners were young folks who’d moved from either richer areas of the city or other states. Very few owners were locals of the neighborhood. It was definitely a double-edged sword.

It was summer so the shop was back to being slower. She was happy for the rush when the college kids were in town, but she was grateful for the slow days as well when she could spend the day catching up with her inventory and refilling the shelves and containers with herbs, spices, and teas.

The door jingled as it was opened. When she looked up Margie smiled at the couple who entered.

Otto and Atticus had taken a day for errands. They were both dressed in their usual casual dapper attire. Otto had his curly hair loose and wore a button up with a vest and Atticus had on a flat-cap with a short sleeved patterned button up over a graphic tee. They both waved to the auburn-haired woman at the counter and Margie waved back, her dark brown eyes squinting in a grin.

“Hey! You two need a tea refill?” Margie asked.

“We certainly do!” Otto’s voice called out.

The couple closed the distance to the counter. Atticus stood in front of Otto as Otto put his hands on Atticus’ shoulder, lightly rubbing them.

“Let’s see if I can remember,” Margie said pushing up the billowing sleeves of her peasant top and thinking, “Green tea...lemon ginger...mmmm, Earl Grey and...lemon balm...something...shoot.”

“Lemon balm lavender chamomile,” Atticus supplied helpfully.

“Right! Lemme get those mixed for you!” she said. “Is that helping by the way?”

“It is!” Atticus said. “I mean, I’m still an anxious mess, but now I can at least get to sleep at night.”

“Hmmm,” Margie said, tapping her mouth. “I’m going to put some Ashwagandha in there, too this time. Might help with the anxiety.”

“Will it help with the looming deadlines and existential dread?” Atticus asked dryly.

Margie giggled.

“Sweetie, if I could find something that helped with that Cindy and I might actually have settled on a wedding date,” Margie said with a shake of her head.

Margie and Cindy had been engaged for a couple of years now. The only thing stopping them from getting married was every single maladaptive coping technique to both of their forms of ADHD and their ever-changing desires for wedding themes, not to mention having to deal with family members on both sides and all of those opinions.

“I still call being a flower person at the wedding,” Atty said as they watched Margie bring down the canisters of dried tea and herbs. “When I was younger, I wanted to be a flower girl so bad. I am determined to be a flower person at someone’s wedding one day. I don’t care if I’m 80 years old. I’m gonna do it, dammit!”

“Yes, you will, dear,” Otto said as he rubbed their shoulders more purposely. It was just on the edge of being a condescending remark. But there was enough genuineness in the gesture for Atticus to let the teasing slide.

“Well right now th—the theme is fairies,” Margie said. She’d ignored whatever spasm had interrupted her. The second one hit her after her sentence finished and she frowned a little.

Atticus blinked at the movements Margie made as her speech paused. They swallowed hard but tried not to focus on it.

“I will wear the fuck out of some fairy wings, then! And if you have any nieces or cousins, I will fight them for the role. Just warning you!” they said as they upped their snark with the nervousness that came from having noticed the possible beginning of a case of hiccups.

“I’ll heep! pass that on heep! to Cindy! Heek! Goodness!” Margie said finally relenting to having to notice her body’s involuntary movements. She covered her mouth with her hand as the high-pitched squeaks continued to interrupt.

Otto, for his part, was suddenly engaged not only in the hilariousness of Margie’s normal speaking voice being naturally husky mixed with endearing squeaks which were almost too high pitched to listen to comfortably, but Atticus immediately tending in front of him more than merely being startled by the sudden hiccups.

Otto, who was usually the victim of hiccuping more than any of the couple’s friends, opened his mouth and widened his eyes in shocked amusement.

“Are you...okay?” he asked trying not to smile too much.

“Yeah heep! These came hee’ulp! came out heek! of nowhere! Eep! I don’t ev—even remember ee’up! the last time heeulp! I had the hicceep! hiccups!” Margie answered, hand to her chest now.

Atticus could only watch their friend as the hollow above her clavicle hollowed and Margie’s brows furrowed adorably with each hiccup. The sound she made was startling, but the frequency and her frustration was both endearing and arousing.

“Um,” Atticus said trying to act like a person who was totally normal about hiccups. “A-are they always this...uh…”

“Adorable?!” Otto finished for them. Atticus was startled into a laugh and rubbed Otto’s hands in silent gratitude for his interjection.

Atticus stole a look up at their husband to find a face of delight and amusement above the scruffy jawline.

“They are heeeep! not adorable! They are hi’eep! annoying. I’m sEEP!sorry. I used to eek! to get th—these in class when HEEP! when I was a kid. Teacher mameep!made me waIP!wait outside because I was disturEEP!disturbing the class. They’re so loud heep! loud and shrill. I really hi’EEP! can’t control it!” Margie said and held her hand on her mouth.

Even when she suppressed them the high-pitched sound could be heard through her mouth and hand. Her neck pulled in all the more with the attempt.

“I think that was more a sign of a bad teacher than you being annoying,” Otto consoled. “I mean, I got pulled out of class for my hiccups too. Heh, remember when I was helping you move into this store? I think that was the first time you saw me hiccup.”

“I had HEEP! completely forgotten that! Mmmp!” Margie remarked with the shrilled suppressed hiccup as an exclamation mark.

“It’s funny,” Otto said casually. He kept one hand on Atticus’ shoulder, thumb rubbing it soothingly, and the other hand gesticulated. “I never realized how often I got hiccups while sober until Atticus moved in with me.” He felt them jolt under his touch.

Atticus had no idea where Otto was going with this but felt heat prickle their neck. For her part, Margie hadn’t seemed to notice, though glanced down as the writer was mentioned.

“Atty noticed when I hiccuped more than I did!” Otto said. It was probably the biggest understatement he’d ever made.

“I did do that,” Atty said, determined to stay as normal as possible.

“Apparently, I’m a pretty hiccupy guy!” Otto said with a shrug. “Made me remember all the times in the past before I started drinking heavily, too. I would get them all the time when I was a kid. Didn’t bother me at all. Was the one thing Olivia didn’t call me out on. Being too loud when I was excited was a problem. Me hiccuping a mile a minute and causing everyone to stare at us was apparently endearing. And if anyone complained she would actually defend me. Which is...actually really weird come to think of it.”

“Well, there’s heep! one thing she heek! she got right,” Margie said with an eye roll. She was well aware of Otto’s experiences with his mother. “Well, that aHI’eep!and having you.”

The sounds of clinking scoops into glass jars were creating a very satisfying sensory experience to go with Margie’s hiccups. Atticus was well stimulated, to say the least. But they were holding it together pretty well. Otto was also doing a decent job of grounding the by keeping a hand on their shoulder.

“I agree with that last one,” Atty added. “I don’t think I knew you helped Margie with the shop!”

“Oh yeah. You were so scared, Marge. She took the biggest leap when she stopped bartending. And this was before Cindy and her were dating,” Otto said.

“I w—was having hip! anxiety attacks every day. I put everything into this place. Every last dollar,” Margie explained.

“Yeah...that first year was rough,” Otto admitted with a wince.

“Well, it would’ve been rougher if you and Mark hadn’t stepped in financially to help out,” she said. “I felt like an idiot. I didn’t know how to run a business. What did I think I was doing? But then things started to pick up. Cindy and I started being a thing. She had connections. Got the word out. Pushed me out of my comfort zone to advertise and represent my business. Hell, before she showed up this place was called The Apothecary. When she suggested Two For Tea: Apothecary and I said she’d have to stay with me now for relevance she said, ‘Well, that was kind of the plan, toots!’”

Margie chuckled to herself as she envisioned Cindy’s bedroom eyes as she had winked at her that day. She felt herself blush a little.

“Ah, I didn’t know she came up with that. That’s actually really sweet,” Otto said smiling down at Atticus.

“I agree,” Atticus said. They were actually relieved that Margie’s hiccups had stopped so they could focus more on the conversation. “Extremely gross. Very cute. I approve.”

Margie laughed. Then she paused.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so glad those damn hiccups finally went away. I’ll have to tell Cindy, though. She gets them a lot, too,” Margie said.

“Yeah, her and I talked about that a little. She told me about when she was a kid and she was in--” Otto started before Margie interrupted, laughing.

“In church! Yeah! And her hiccups went in time with the choir singing? And the congregation laughed and that was the only time she ever felt accepted and appreciated in her church. The little fat metronome. Her words, not mine,” Margie said with a chuckle.

Otto laughed too. Atticus forced a laugh because, again, this is what normal people did when they talked about hiccups, right?

“Okay, I’ve got you all set up,” Margie said laying the bags of dried tea and herbs out on the counter. “Green, lemon and ginger, Earl Grey, and the ultimate tea for anxiety and sleep. Report back to me on that, Atticus. I’m hoping that Ashwagandha will help.”

“Will do!” Atty said, dutifully.

The couple paid, said their goodbyes while exchanging hugs, and walked out the door.

“So, how are you holding up?” Otto said, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Atticus held out the anxiety and sleep aid tea mix with a stern look.

“I’m going to need, like, 2 mugs of this and maybe a vibrator session, but I’m holding up surprisingly well considering!” they said.

Otto couldn’t help it when he burst out laughing.

#Hicvember #hicvember2024 #hiccups kink #hiccup kink #hiccups #18+ mdni #otto and atticus #hic fic #non kink blogs do not reblog #minors dni #hicfic #not safe for minors #margie

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camilbarnessss · 2 years ago

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¤ The Invitation ¤

{ Aemond Targaryen }

| When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Haelena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in.

Masterlist

Warnings: using of the "f word" sometimes, sexual incitiment while being drunk, foreplay above the clothes, light sexual harrasment ("Light" because it happens for a quick moment and nobody got hurt, I am not dismissing it), TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Aclarations: As said in the summary, the story will take place during Aegon and Haelena's wedding time, wich in my head happened around one year before all the events of The Dance of Dragons. So everybody basically looks/is the same as we know, just that maybe a little more "childlish" when some circumstances, and things are at least a little lighter between the families. A little. Baela Targaryen is not Rhaeny's ward in here, she lives in Dragonstone too. Aemond and Daera are obviously adults already. ALSO, DAEMON IS THE GOOD FATHER THAT WE WERE ROBBED OF.

Enjoy your reading! Likes, comments and reblogs will be really appreciated ♡♡♡

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Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon,

it would mean the greatest pleasure to the crown for you and your families to attend the betrothal of Prince Aegon II and Princess Helaena of House Targaryen, wich will be taking place in The Iron Throne's room in a fortnight. We might be expecting both of your arrival at The Red Keep's gate, are also gonna be expected prince Jacaerys Velaryon, prince Lucerys Velaryon and prince Joffrey Velaryon, as well as the princesses Baela, Rhaena and Daera Targaryen

Seven blessings,

Otto Hightower. Hand of The King "

Rhaenyra's eyes were furrowed as she read the invitation, maybe for the eleventh time since the ship she was in sailed from Dragonstone three days ago now.

-You will not find anything new in there, I can promise you-. Daemon's voice spoke at her side, but that didn't make her to look away.

-I can't help but confess it would be a little more pleasing if at least this were from my father's own hand-, she sighed, wrapping back the papyrus.

-But it was grandsire's hand!-. From behind, Luke jokes funnily. Both his mother and Daemon turned to look at him, uncapable of hiding soft smiles.

-Go on and march to your chambers, Lucerys, it would be truly disrespectful from you to arrive to The Keep smelling of wet sweat-, Rhaenyra ordered with her calm voice.

-But...!-, the child planned on complaining.

-Come on now!-. Jacaerys, after a glance from his mother, took his little brother's arm and drag him down the ship's stairs.

-Seven hells!-. Luke swears as they now walked through the narrow hall under the vessel's surface-. Nooo!-, he vaguely groans.

-Luke!-, grunted Jace rolling his eyes.

-I do not wish for a bath at the moment!-, he discussed.

-SHUT ALL OF YOUR MOUTHS, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!!-. A very loud scream of distress reached every ear on board, startling many.

-They better keep it quiet if they know what's safe-, said Rhaenyra raising her eyebrows.

That was Daera Targaryen's voice, prince Daemon firstborn and first girl.

-Ahh, she can take it-. He scoffed-. My daughter should know better, these are not hours for dreaming in bed-, he employs a reproachful tone.

-Ouh, let her be-. His wife scoffed with a tiny smile. He looked at her in the same way, thinking.

-You may wake her, father...- Rhaena's soft and teasing voice comes from not to far. Baela, at her side, laughs in snicker, looking down.

-Girls-. The Iron Throne's heir reproached them.

-Indeed you should-, Luke suddenly nods, relaxed, and Jace agrees with a hand movement.

-Boys!-, Rhaenyra jumps, not knowing when they arrived again.

-As my children desires-. Daemon laughs, walking backwards-. Then I might...-he turns around, interrupting himself.

-No need, no need-. The oldest Targaryen child comes out, now awake, with a sign of peace on her raised hands.

Baela, Rhaena, Jace and Luke snorted in disappointment, fading their smiles when realizing their wishes of bothering their sister would not be fullfiled.

Daemon smiles, looking at her oldest for a few more seconds before turning around and going back to the side of his wife. Daera takes the opportunity for heading to her siblings, looking at them annoyed.

-When sleep was finally breaking my walls!-, she complains.

-Were you even sleeping?-, Luke snorts.

-Did you even take your bath?-, Daera smiles fakely.

While the others laughed, he sharped his amused eyes to her.

-Luke!-. Far from them, Rhaenyra's voice insisted.

-But...!-, the blue eyed one squeaked.

-Go!-. All of his four siblings screamed.

-FUCK!-. Luke accidentally shouted, running back down in an instant. All of them laughed their asses off as they saw how Rhaenyra's eyes went wide open while she instantly followed him, mad.

-Ane we never saw Luke again-, Baela whispered misteriously.

-You just unmasked my Name Day wish-, Daera joked, and Rhaena snorted in disbelief.

-Do not wish for such thing-, she corrected.

-Let her dream-, Jace laughs a little.

Daera smiled when she heard a roar. All of them raised their heads, looking at the full sky above them. Full of dragons.

Syrax, Caraxes, Vermax, Arrax, Tyraxes, Moondancer and Kalistrox, Daera's golden dragon, were owners of the clouds around them, flapping constantly their magestics wings.

-Am I the only one rooting for a race at the moment?-, the oldest whispered, smiling at Kalistrox while he was playing with Moondancer.

-You are not-, Baela smiled-. Who arrives first at the Dragonpit gets to choose what the others will wear for the wedding!-, she happily dared.

-No, do not leave, girls-. Rhaena murmured tiredly, and her sisters understood immediately, recalling that the youngest of them girls did not have possesion of a dragon yet.

-Rhaena is right, do not be hot headed, princesess-. Jace said, almost having agreed to the race dare-. We must mantain our bearing upon our arriving to King's Landing-

-King's Landing can kiss my bloom, I am a dragonrider first han anything-, snorted Daera. Baela and Rhaena giggled daringly, while Jace sighed a smile at her, shaking his head.

-I'm only proposing to at least pretend that we have respect for the queen and her children-, he calmly reflects.

-Huh...indeed-, Rhaena laughs with no grace, while Baela clenched her jaw, and Daera spoke.

-The same respect the fucking greens gave us when stealing Vhagar from our mother's warm corpse it's what we may show, indeed-, she murmured coldly.

Jace sighed, unable to defend that action from the past years.

-Then let's do it for our grandsire-, he then proposed, smiling.

-Viserys is actually an uncle of ours, my prince-. Baela funnily recalls. He smiled at her, like a fool.

-Ah yes...I tend to mistake on the matter-, he apologized.

Rhaena and Daera shared a bored and burlesque glance, rolling their purple eyes.

-What are we speaking of in here, little beasts?-. Daemon suddenly finds himself approsching to the young ones, who made silence while smiling, looking at each other-. Oy?-, he raised an eyebrow.

-We want to race to the keep-, Daera confessed rapidly, facing him. Her father looked at them almost amused, tilting his head in silence.

-And disrespect our welcome by those cunts?-, he spitted, and they four helded back their laughs.

-Mother would not let us-, Jace says.

The Rogue Prince narrowed his eyes, smiling invingtly to his oldest two rogues princesses, who stared at him with hidden hope, wich made him smile even wider.

Knowing what those looks meant, Rhaena supported her body on the ship's wall as she sighed with acceptance. Daemon looked at her with soft eyes, like waiting for her permission.

-Travel safe-, she nods to her father.

Jacaerys, Baela and Daera smiled wildly.

And just minutes later, the ship rocked from side to side as Moondancer, Vermax, Kalistrox and Caraxes passed far too close from above, now with their riders on their back.

-Noo! Wait, wait!-. Luke emerges fastly from downstairs, with only a towel of furr wrapping his body-. Wait for me!-, he screamed foolish, in vane, knowing the dragons were now too far.

Contrary to what he thought, his siblings heard him squeaking from their height, making them laugh loudly as their dragons roared with them.

-We can accompany each other-, Rhaena proposed calmly.

Luke turned into a statue just like the ones from The Old Valyria, turning around slowly and finding Rhaena staring at him softly and innocently. He became as red as the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen sigil, remembering he had just a towel on him.

-Ow, fuck...- Rhaenyra's disappointed tone raised as she came from the stairs, staring at those four dragons getting away in the sky-. The queen won't like this...-she sighed.

-...I hope so-, Rhaena whispered happily, looking up front too.

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Behind the safe gates of The Red Keep, a buch of guards were standing firmly with their armors, and in the middle of them were The Green Queen, Alicent Hightower, her father, Otto Hightower, and the queen's dearest boy, The One-Eyed Prince... Aemond Targaryen.

The silver haired one was at his mother's left, while at her right it was the knight Criston Cole, or Crispin, as The Rogue Prince would prefer to call him.

Aemond had his rigid arms crossed tightly behind his back, as quite as a stone in a desert. He kept staring ahead, ignoring all the looks that some of the guards and maids of the place thought they were pretty good hiding.

Bloody miserables, the royal one thought.

-Ah, where must they be?-. Alicent sighed with a little impatience, havind her hands resting on her belly-. I should be making company to Helaena while she is readying-, she stammered.

-The Blackwater's watch towers already have sight on their ship, my queen-. Cole informed emotionless.

-They'll be here in no time-, nodded Otto with a confident expression.

-Yes, very well...-. The Queen smiled softly.

Aemond tried to not roll his eye. He'd wish to be anywhere but here. He'd rather be riding Vhagar right now instead of this endless waiting for his half-sister's annoying family.

He could tolerate, at most times, his cousins Baela and Rhaena, who often like to think they are braver than they actually are. But he just could not stand his nephews, Lucerys, Jacaerys and even the little Joffrey. Those spoiled bastards. Oh, and his oldest cousin, the Daera cunt, who never seemed afraid of speaking her fucking mind, just as her father, always making innapropiate jokes and comments with no consecuences. Another spoiled silver haired, that's what she was.

From a moment to another, all the guards, maids and royal presents jumped scared in their places, looking up at the mere moment when Caraxes's loud whistlening passed just from above at a high speed, being followed by...

-Kalistrox-, Aemond named smartly and surprised. His mother, fearly attached to his arm, breathed with quickness while looking up-. Moondancer and Vermax, those are dragons from the blacks-, he murmured rapidly.

-They are...-Cole followed the dragons with his sight, confused-, they are being headed to the Dragonpit-, he noticed.

-They are being ridden-. Deduced a serious Otto. Aemond felt his bloob boil at that moment.

-How dare they? We have been standing here for-

-Something happened-, feared a worried Alicent, interrupting him and starting off from a moment to another, being followed instantly by all the guards and her father.

Aemond tighted his fist.

-Hmm-, he shook his head in dissaproval, quickly following too.

-WOO HOOOO!-, Jace was happily screaming from the high skies, feeling all the wind on his face.

-Soves, Moondancer, soves!-. Lauged Baela, speaking High Valyrian, with her eyes closed. [ Fly, Moondancer, fly! ]

Daemon held both of his arm opened from side to side, smiling gracefully at Daera, who laughed vividly as she dared to copy him. He chuckled letting the breeze ruffle his hair.

In a laugh, she ordered Kalistrox to go higher, almost arriving to the pit.

-DRACARYS!-, she shouted loudly.

While directing to the Dragonpit as fast as they could, The Greens looked surprised at the sky when a big flame came out of Kalistrox. Aemond furrowed his lips, annoyed, thinking how fucking childlish she was. And they are supposed to be the same age.

Quickly, the greens arrived to the pit, instantly ordering to every dragonkeeper to clean the arena.

-Hurry up now!-, Otto clapped while staring at the white clouds.

With lips opened, Alicent saw how Caraxes landed roughly aat the sand, moving his large neck while looking down at all of then in the middle of his iconic whistle.

-Greetings!-. Daemond shouted from his place. Otto couldn't hide the annoyance on his glance at him.

Soon, Vermax and Moondancer landed too, with their riders closing powerful smiles as they looked down at the others. How hard Aemond wished Vhagar was there, but she did not even fit the Dragonpit.

-Wait...-Alicent breaths slowly, sensing her son taking her hand softly-. Where's Daera?-, she asked nervously.

The Rogue Prince looked mockingly at her, for then raising his eyes at the same time that a powerful roar was heard in the middle of the silence. The sun appeared to turn itself off when a dragon's silhouette passed just in front of it, drawing that huge shadow above them, wich made them look up.

Kalistrox, The Golden Ray.

Aemond clenched his jaw, jealous at the glorious entrance his cousin was having as her dragon was showing off his big and glittering wings of gold, flapping them until landing just between Caraxes and Moondancer, both dragons welcoming him with greeting roars.

Alicent stared with attention to the four beasts parked on the other side of the pit. She forced herself to smile when seeing how their riders began to get down.

Still on dragonback, Daera locked both her eyes with Aemond's single one. They stared at each other coldly, with the girl showing the beggining of a burlesque smile. He then saw how she used Kalistrox's right wing as a stair, stepping down confidently.

-Dohaeras, Vermax-. Ordered Jace as he saw how the dragonkeepers were starting to getting close to the creatures. Daera pat Kalistrox's head with a smile as she got away from him. The dragon roared softly, seeing her leaving. [ Obey, Vermax ]

Queen Alicent smiled when the three Targaryens and the Velaryon boy stepped closer. When they were face to face, no one said a word, just looking at each other with hided discomfort. Aemond grunted, but Otto spoke.

-Your queen awaits for your paying of respect-, he said, and Alicent smiled softly, nodding.

-Your grace...-Jacaerys and Baela made a courtsy.

Daemon and Daera couldn't be more annoyed.

-Your grace-, he quickly nods, looking away.

-Auntie-, Camila smiles, and Aemond roared at her.

-How dare you to-, he was again interrumped.

-My mind must be playing me a boring joke as I was not speaking to you-. Daera smiled widely when staring at him. Aemond breathed, insulted.

-Children-, Otto warned.

-Enough-, Daemon shuts his daughter. She shares an annoyed look with her two siblings.

-Too early for discussions, we agree-. The Queen smiled-. Though...we were expecting you in The Red Keep, as it was agreed-, she said narrowing a little her eyes.

-Ah yes, apologies-. Daemon talks with no true repentance-. But my children desired for a race. The sea was turning too blue, you see-, he excused.

-Aren't the boy a Velaryon?-. Aemond looked funnily at Jace, who clenched his marked jaw.

-Shut up-, snorted Daera, and nobody did a thing at the show of disrespect, making the one-eyed hold his breath angrily.

Alicent gulped, nodding in silence while staring at the young ones, who also stared at her.

-You have grown, indeed-. She smiles a little, something Jacaerys responded to-. I might ask, where is Rhaenyra?-, she knitted her eyebrows.

-Apologies, your grace!-. And at time, Rhaenyra's agitated voice made everyone turned. There she was, entering the pit holding Luke from an elbow and Rhaena at the other, while she was holding hands with the youngest Velaryon brother.

-Oh, so lovely to see you-, Alicent whispered.

Aemond's eye burned when looking at Lucerys, who easily ignored him while making his reverence to the queen, for then looking at his siblings with bother and jealousy, just as Rhaena did as well. Jace, Baela and Daera just smiles innocently.

-We seemed to had a little...logistics disagreement on our arrival's about-, Rhaenyra sighed and excused as she looked at Daemon, who was simply calmly smiling at her.

-We shall not let disagreements ruins today's special occassion-, recommended Otto wisely.

-Oh Helaena, the dearest, where is she?-. Daera asked dreamly, recalling about the wedding.

-In her very chambers, very busy-responded Aemond with his wide open eye, tilting his head.

Rhaenyra sighed, rapidly noticing that the usual repercussions between them both did not even matter to wait until supper, at the least.

-Shame, I was planning to give her my very condolences-. Daera said sadly. Baela opened her eyes really big while the queen gulped at the oldest.

-Beware your words, cousin-, Aemond murmured.

-How hot it is in here!-. Jace suddenly reclaims, getting everyone's attention-. We probably must head to the castle, my brother here wishes for a bath-, he smiled pointing at Luke while looking at Alicent.

-I am bathed!-, Luke mimed with his angry lips.

-Quiet-, Rhaenyra whispers-. Jacaerys proposal do sounds quite tempting. Our crew is tired fron the trip, as well as our dragons-she admits with a quick smile.

-We will be instanly scorted back to the castle, of course-. Otto nods politely.

Daemon rolled his eyes as they started to walk. Daera furrowed her eyebrows when she feels Aemond closening to her from behind.

-Your family would be already resting ages ago if you would have just arrived at the very Keep's gates-, he whispered at her with poison.

-Oh no! Now I have to walk ten steps to the keep. The one-eyed prince would never endure that-, she mocked with fake sadness.

-Hmm, a five year old is the one speaking to me-, he taunts.

-Then we have finally found a similarity between us two, my prince-. Daera smiled.

-You...-he groaned.

-Oh go to-, she sissed.

-Daera-, named Daemon and Rhaenyra.

-Aemond-, named Alicent and Otto.

The named ones roared like dragons as they got as away from the other as they could.

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-Seven hells-, murmured Daera from the balcony of her chambers, having her pointy nose scrunched-. Could it smell worse?-, she asked herself in disgust.

-What does it smell like, sister?-. Baela laughs a little, approaching from behind with a soft smile, wich vanished as soon as she received the town's wind-. Seven hells-, she closed her eyes.

-King's Landing? More like Piss's Landing-. Scoffed Daera, and her sister chuckles one more time.

-Come on then, come inside the two of you-orders Rhaena, who was lying on her oldest sister's bed, for this was her lodging.

-Good offer-, murmurs Baela stepping back inside. Daera, instead, stayed in there, enduring the smell of King's landing to, well, appraise it's views.

She looked around with a crooked tiny smile, analyzing her far surroundings. Pass The Red Keep's gates, she would stare at the crowed town, where everybody in there were risking their lives just by being there, from Flea Bottom to the Street of Steel and The Hook. Daera looked there almost dreamly, wishing to be anywhere but here.

-We need to go to a ball, sisters-she suddenly points, thoughtful. Baela and Rhaena look at her from the bed, curious.

-We are, Daera, tonight's moon will held a great one-, remembered the youngest.

-I am not speaking of pity balls such as the one of tonight-, she scoffs funnily.

-Daera!-, named both sisters with warning, laughing. Daera chuckled while looking at the blue sky above her.

-I am making reference to our kind of dance balls-, she clarified then.

-Ouh...-Rhaena smiles, with complicity.

-Going out to the town?-, Baela smiled nervously, and the other two nodded excited.

-We should not-, laughs Rhaena.

-The idea is already in my mind!-, discussed the middle sister, startling on the bed.

-Wait, wait-. Daera shushed them, looking pass the gates while speaking-. It would not be wise to be planning our trip by ourselves-, she said.

-Jace and Luke-, nodded her sisters with a smile.

-Shall we go look for them?-, asked an excited Baela.

-Calm your fire, sister, we cannot go out right now as we are supposed to be getting prepared-, recalled Rhaena in a laugh.

-The maids aren't even at presence-, snorted Baela.

-But nust be on their way-deduced Daera-. We'll meet the boys at Haelena's wedding, that's at sure, so let's wait until then to give them the proposal-, she planned naughtly.

-Gods, Father and Rhaenyra will kills us if they find out-, feared Rhaena.

-But they will not find out, or find us either-smiled Baela, and the oldest looked at her proudly.

-Sss, sss!-. It is heard from far the balcony, causing Daera to knit her brows-. Princess, cousin!-, a voice called from down.

A disgusting voice.

While hardening her expressions, Daera looked down. Behind the gate's security and safety, she noticed her ugly shit piece of cousin, the drunk ass rapist, Aegon Targaryen.

It looked like he was just resting in the middle of the place, while everybody around him were occupied in some labor or work to do. Typical of him.

-Ay...-she made a face, disgusted.

-I expect the best of wedding gifts from your benevolence, cousin!-. Aegon shouts smiling. Daera silently stared down at him from her tower, while seeing how he licked his teeth pervertedly at her.

Fucking dull bastard, Daemon's oldest thought herself.

-My prince, attention!-. Suddenly, Cole's voice called at him from close. Daera just came to realize that it appears both of Queen Alicent's son were training the sword at the moment.

-Aegon!-, called Aemond desesperately.

-Easy, easy!-. Aegon smiled while heading to them after taking a last gaze at hid cousin. Aemond's eye instantly followed there, founding Daera at a balcony, already looking at him.

They both stared with annoyance, until the princess snorted with sourness, and turned around with a superior feeling, wich made Aemond humms in annoyance.

-Child-, he grunted.

-Cunt-, scoffed Aegon rolling his eyes.

-Fuckers-, snorted Daera entering her chambers at last.

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Ah yes, the wedding was as boring as it was unfair for the lovely bride, Helaena.

The ceremony had just ended, and it was "boring as a blind whore", as Aegon himself murmured under his breath while looking at his sister, now wife. It was all very sad and miserable, truly.

Groom and bride, say brother and sister, did not even stare at each other during the whole act. They weren't the only ones blinking with distress and boredom, for most of the guests weren't able to keep their eyes open for a long while, stunned by the pure silence on The Iron Throne's room and the lack of happiness and enthusiasm in it, like in the glory days of Viserys The Peaceful, who used to host warm and full of joy dances, when his former wife Aemma still breathed among them. There was no love anymore at that cold throne's room.

-Cheers!-, shouted an already drunk Aegon.

-Eeey!-, the whole hall cheered in response.

But, as it is often common in the Westerosi's planned weddings, the funny part comes with the supper at dance, for the most, for they could drink, eat and dance as much as they wanted to. And as always, Aegon wad really dedicating himself to this first part.

-Umm...-he hummed while looking for his cup's end, sipping from it stopless. At his right, Helaena was silently seated, lips pressed and eyes lost in the food on her plate. She was everything but hungry, or happy, at this moment.

-With easiness, Aegon...-spoke a tired Viserys almost breathless, looking at his shame of a son.

-Helaena, sweet thing...-Alicent, from a few seats from her, spoke softly-. You haven't touched your supper. I specially asked the cookers to-

-The dragon won't follow the lighthouse-, Helaena abruptly snapped, looking at her mom with eyes wide open. Alicent sighed sadly, looking away. The princess stared at her plate again, as hard as a rock.

-Poor soul of hers...-murmurs Daera.

She and her family stood at the dance room, being surrounded by all of the lords and ladies who were happiky dancing around them at the music being played.

-It shatters my heart, truly, to see my sister like this-, confesses Rhaenyra with a hand on her belly.

-Troubles me more what will happen later this night-, feared Daemon with a disgusted face, staring at Aegon. Rhaena and Luke copied him.

-Needless to recall-, scoffed Daera staring at her poor cousin, and then at the creep one, who chewed his meath mouth opened.

-Prince Daemon!-. It appeared, from the distance, that Lord Jason Lannister eas approaching to the family with great interest.

-Seven fucks-, Daemon sighed.

-We may leave!-, insisted Daera taking her sister's handd.

-What? Where are you going?-. The Rogue Prince looked at his girls in disbelief.

-Away from the lion's den!-, shouted Baela.

-Girls!-, reproached Rhaenyra.

-Almost coming!-. Jason laughed while tripping on his feet.

-Marvelous talk-, said Jace and in a blink he and Luke ran behind the girls.

-Boys!-, their mother groans angrily.

-We may cherish this encounter!-. Jason arrived smiling drunkly. Rhaenyra and Daemon looked at him tediously.

Meanwhile, the Targaryen girls and the Velaryon boys found their way far enough from there. They reached a confortable corner to stop and stay, well aparted from the dancing crowd.

-At last, I'm breathing-. Thanked Luke in a sigh.

-I envy you then-, snorted Baela while looking around-. I feel everyone's staring at us-, she confessed.

-We happen to be the best looking people on the dance ball, keep up-. Daera snapped her fingers, making them laugh. She obviously didn't want to mention the reason of why a lot of the persons were looking at them. Luke and Jace hair color always causes controversy wherever they go.

-I just desire for this night to be over-, wished the older brother, and Baela smiled sadly at him.

-It soon shoul be-, she conforts him.

-...It should not-, denied Daera looking around with a sneaky smile. Baela and Rhaena smirked as well, while Jacaerys and Lucerys shined in confussion.

-What?-, they both asked.

-We are going out-, said the oldest.

-What?!-, both brothers screamed.

-Shush!-, the three sister reproached.

They shushed.

-We are going out?-, repeated Luke, smiling.

-Is it not a wonderful idea?-. Rhaenyra smiles at him, who excitedly nodded.

-It is one of the worse, if I might-said an insecure Jace, causing them to look at him confused-. The last time we did this we almost got caught on town-, he remembered in a cautious whisper.

-The last time in here, in King's Landing! But how often do we not get away with it on Driftmark and Dragonstone?-, recalled a proud Daera.

-You know we are masters in this, Jace, do not be too modest-. Baela elbowed him amusingly, and Jacaerys sighed.

-The capital is different-, he murmured.

-We are differentl!-, declared Luke with excitement-. Nobody knows our faces-

-Everybody knows their mane-, Jace pointed at the sisters's hair, fully silvered-. That was our mistake last time-, he remembered.

-Mistake wich will not be committed again-, Daera shook her head-. Come on now, Jace, it will be the funniest-, she smiled elbowing him, and so did Luke-. Besides, we could use a real dance...-

-And we know a perfect place-, smiled Rhaena nodding.

Them four stared at the older brother with suspense, waiting for his answer. Soon, Jace's negativity flew away, sighing and forming a smile at them.

-Mayhaps we can-, he nodded.

-Oh yes!-, they all cherished with joy.

-But! we are going out after bedtime. People will do notice if we leave now-, Jace pointed.

-Aye-, nodded the four of them.

-Well, if you excuse me now, I am going to make one last invitation-said Daera, looking at the royal table where the newlywed couple was seated.

-Aegon?!-whispered Luke disgusted.

-No! Not Aegon!-, she quickly snorted. They sighed in relief, and she began to walk-. Am speaking about the bride...-she murmured.

Daera walked in a straight line towards the high table while staring at the sad Helaena, whose eyes started to shine when noticing her cousin approaching. The bride smiled, and so did the princess.

-May I ask...-. Until, suddenly, Aemond's tall body emerged from nowhere, blocking her path as her sight too-...where are you headed, cousin?-, he asked tilting his head with fake interest-. You are not invited to our table-, he denies.

-Oh you!-. Camila gasped taking a step back inmediately, putting a hand on her chest. He smiled burlesque, staring down at her with his lonely eye from his height-. You might also want to calculate better your approachings, cousin, for your face is not as appealing as you think it is-, she snorted.

-Hmm, very funny-. He spoke emotionless with his eye wide open. Daera breathed deeply, looking up-. But I am afraid I did not questioned you about the matters of my approachings-, Aemond murmured.

-Very clever-. Daera fakely smiles-. I happen to be on my way to give the bride the very wedding gift of mine-, she informs in a sigh.

-Lovely-, he humms-. Though I happen to found nothing on your hands but...-he looks at her from head to toe, slowly. Daera shrivered a little, opening briefly her lips while catching that move-...your nails-

-Ah, a better sight than expected you have-. She congrats, and he tightens his hands behing his back-. I- I apologize beforehand, but I must ask, do you not have a better thing to put your eye on right now?-, she raised a burlesque brow-. Always picking on your little cousin-, she sighs dissapointed.

-Do not flatter yourself that much, you are not any more little than me-, he denied with his melodious and sly voice, keeping his straight posture.

-A few moons always count-, she defended-. Now, there must be at least one lady expecting for you on the dance hall, or am I wrong?-. Daera smiled, almost amused by the obvious answer.

Aemond stares at her hardly and serious, recognizing the sarcasm on her annoying voice.

-How many wouldn't want to be, right now, under your...-. And just as he did before, Daera looked at him from head to toe, siding a slow smile as she thought of something. Aemond burned from inside, noticing how her eyes locked right on his eyepatch-...gaze?-, she completed.

He raised his angry stare, looking around with desesperation, holding every impulse ri tear her apart with his blade. Oh but how could he? The Targaryen girl smiled, knowing how to get under his skin.

-Now, if you excuse me, cousin, I'm heading to your sister-, she whispered, dodging him and proceeding on her walk like nothing happened.

Aemond stared blankly at the nothingness for a few seconds, and then looked at some of the lonely ladies of the hall.

-Hmm...-he hummed, heading there with an increasing smile-. Lady Martell!-, he then calls.

When Lady Dina Martell heard that voice calling at her, she turned around, finding herself almost fainting in fear when seeing The One-Eyed Prince heading to her with a wide smile and his hands crossed on his back.

Stopping suddenly her steps in the stairs, Camila turned around with a surprised face, following him with her watchful eyes.

-Oh Gods...-she whispered, stiff.

From the stairs, Camila holded a laugh. She decided to take a few steps down, amused by this.

-My lady-, Aemond arrived in front of her, with his heart racing really fast, pretending to not notice her fear-. Are you enjoying yourself with the party?-, he formally asked.

-Of course, my prince-she nodded with a huge fake smile.

-Have you found...everything at your confort?-, Aemond widens his smile, expecting for a larger answer.

-Indeed, my prince-. Lady Martell nods again, looking the same.

Aemond sighhed, looking sided to his cousin. Camila still stood there, watching amused at his direction.

-Fuck-, he whispered under his breath, feeling the pressure, to then quickly smile ar her again-. Can I offer you a dance, my lady?-, he proposed, handing her a hand.

Daera crooked a pity smile for the lady, knowing she would have to say yes. Or that's what she thought it was going to happen.

-Daughter, here you are!-. A desperate Lord Arlon Martell came to reach for his daughter's hand, at wich she instantly held to. Aemond's smile began to fade, looking at both.

-Yes, father-whispered the girl.

-My prince-, the lord nodded to the eyed-one with a quick smile-. I apologize, I must take Lady Dina to an urgent matter of ours-, he excused sadly.

It was so fake. The prince gulped, and from her place, Daera had her lips seriously pressed, noticing the lady's obvious disgust of him.

-Of course-, Aemond murmured-. Another time-, he softly smiled.

-May be-, nodded the lord, and at an instant he dragged his daughter away.

-Thank you, father...- Aemond was able to hear her whisper.

He clenched his jaw hardly, tightening his posture while staring blankly at nowhere.

-Ish...-inconfortable, Daera was true face pitied.

After biting his own tongue, Aemond looked up his shoulder at her, coldly. Daera opened her mouth without knowing what to say. Then, he turned around and walked away, soon dissapearing into the crowd.

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-Where are they?-, whispered Luke.

-It has been minutes!-, complained Baela as well.

-Shut it you two!-, Rhaena reproached.

-Be patience-, said Jace raising his eyebrows.

-Gods-, Luke sighed, taking support in the short wall behing him.

The night was very fallen at this point. The royal ones and their maids were already in bed, tired from the past wedding. Though not all of them were in their chambers.

Luke, Rhaena, Jace and Baela are on a very discreet point of the castle, on some stairs that would take them just where they expected to.

-Op! There they are!-, snapped a smiling Rhaena.

Daera appeared from the top of the stairs, running down while the hood she was wearing, as all of them were to, fluttered in the wind as she approached. The princess was not alone, though, hand-helded with another hooded one, slightly taller than her.

The siblings smiled wide open, jumping on their places while they arrived in front of them.

-Bloody hells, that was a trip!-. Laughed Daera, breathless.

-Why did you take so long?-, asked Baela smiling at her sister's companion.

So Haelena raised her head, revealing her irritated eyes from crying and a broken smile she forced. Daera looked at her siblings with a discreet warning, and they really tried to hide their sadness and worriness.

-We were making sure to not awake Aegon-, the dearest spoke softly.

-Oh...-Rhaena nods, thinking how obvious it was that she had just been abused by her brother.

-Do not worry, sweetest, he was too drunk anyways-conforted Baela, and they laughed just a little.

-That is what I told her-nodded Daera elbowing Halaena, who smiled tender at her, chuckling low.

-So...so now you ought to share chambers?-, questioned an unconfortable Jacaerys.

-Indeed-, she nodded, just as unconfortable with the fact.

-I'm sorry-said Luke heavily compassionate-. I wish you could come to Dragonstone with us-, he dreamt.

-Yes, you could choose the chamber of your liking!-, Rhaena smiled widely.

-Sounds dreamy-, the bride openly smiled, embracing herself.

Daera appreciated them for a short while, loving how they put effort in making her feel better. And they were just getting started.

-Alright then, we are not here to dream-. Daera clapped. Halaena smiles funnily as the others did to-. We are ready, yes?-she asked.

-Masks-ordered Jace, and they all raised different kinds of masks on their hands, smiling-. Lovely-, he laughs.

-We might be ready. But, cousin, are you?-. Daera suddenly faced Haleana, who opened her eyed big.

-I am-, she hungrily whispers.

-That was personal-, noted Baela in shock.

-Ready for what?-. Lucerys asked Daera.

-For a true fucking dance-, she declared. The bride's eyes shine while she loudly laughed, nodding happily. They all copied her.

-Very well...shall we leave?-. Rhaena smiled.

The One-Eyed Prince was returning from a lovely ride he just had. He smelled like dragon, which he loves. His lady Vhagar always enjoys a ride at night, just as him, away from the sight of everybody. Sadly, she does not fit in the Dragonpit like the others dragons, so he always lets her near the Blackwater Way, far enough from the town and close enough to the castle.

This is also the reason of why he doesn't use the common gates of the keep, for they are too apart from his destin. It is also why he has to wear a hood everytime he goes out, because he doesn't wish for a commner to recognize him. Or well, his hair and eyepatch, to be frank.

-Hmm-, he hummed at the thought of a warm bath, wich he'll have ordered when arriving to his chambers.

But, oh, something caught his careful eye. He instantly stepped aside behind a column when his eye reached six people who were also hooded. They were jogging and giggling while heading to the hidden backdoors, from where he was just returning. Aemond narrowed his gace, noticing that those were Rhaenyra's bastards and Daemon's bitches.

Oh he was so ready to step in, interrupt their path and probably to cause a fight that he himself will come out as winner. But then he saw her.

He saw his lovely sister between them. Helaena was laughing and jumping the highest while being handheld with Daera. She looked so happy, nothing like in her wedding.

Aemond kept his place, hided, for then seeing how, with one step, they sneaked out from the castle, closing the little door behind them. The one-eyed sighed, staring at his tower and soon forgetting the bath he was just dreaming of. He grunted, and followed them without one more thought needed. What the fuck were they doing with his sister? And to where?

-Oh gods, we should have had eaten something before leaving-, Daera sighed.

-You must be joking, wasn't the wedding's feast enough?-, snorted Baela.

-It was not that great-, whispered Helaena shaking her head.

-Ha, cheers!-. Thanked Daera, making her laugh.

Aemond now walked a few steps from behind them, quickly being among all the people that circulated the narrow street they were in.

-It smells delicious-, he heard his sister says.

-Do not let the smell trick you, aunt-. Luke laughed, and she looked at him curious.

-Is it bad?-, she asked.

-Rats are not bad-, denied Daera.

-Is it a rat I am smelling?!-, the princess loudly whispered.

-It is-, the oldest sister smiles proudly.

-Daera is the only one here that likes rat-, snorted Baela with her nose scrunched.

From his distance, Aemond did the same face, disgusted and confused.

-I can't stand it-, denied Jace in a sigh.

-Back in Pentos, when I was a child, I could not have enough of them-, smiled Camila, hugging Luke from a shoulder.

-Gods, now I want to try one!-, Helaena laughs.

Aemond jumped, worried of her desires.

-DO NOT!-. All of the siblings shouted-. Not in King's Landing-, says Baela.

-Why is that?-, asked the dearest.

-Your kingdom's rats are not as...safe...as Pentos's-, explained Daera with a soft smile.

-Oh I see-, the princess nodded sure.

So they are past The Keep's gates just to speak about filthy rats?, thought Aemond with tediousness.

-We are here-, Jace suddenly said.

They stopped, on so did Aemond, staring catiously.

-This is it then-, Helaena smiled, looking at the closed doors in front of them. Music was being heard from inside.

-Masks, everybody-, ordered Daera raising hers. They all reached their masks, putting them on, which Aemond looked at confused.

-I like this-, Helaena innocently claps while smiling.

-And you are gonna like it far more-promised Jacaerys with his front and nose covered by his mask, only letting his eyes at sight.

-Ready?-, Rhaena smiles at everyone.

-Ow no more bloody words have to be spoken!-, grunted Daera pushing everyone inside with her arms while hearing them giggling loudly.

And, in a second, they abandoned the hall.

Aemond sighed restless, looking at those doors. He looked at a commoner on his side, busy in dusting a heavy blanket.

-Oy-, he called, gaining a bad glance from the woman-. What is that place about?-, he asked pointed at there briefly.

-Go and find out, twat-. She spitted, turning around.

Aemond kept on staring at her for a few moments. If they just saw his hair, the treatment would be very adverse, he was sure.

-Hmm-. And so, he decided to listen, and went to finding out, leaving the "twat" part out of his mind.

He crossed those doors, entering the place with a discreet posture, but ready to fight anything.

But the prince ended up finding a lively and festive room full of people. This people were all wearing masks, for some reason, ones were fulled faced while others just covered from the nose up. Music was being played stopless by a drunken tiny orquest, who were just exquisite at their doing. Everybody was dancing, laughing, drinking and eating at the place. There were adults and there were children, all of them apparently having a splendid time.

This was anything but the King's Landing he grew to know.

For this, now his eye was wide open, looking around, at everywhere, with interest. He soon noticed an abandoned mask on one of the tables, so he quickly took it and put it, leaving his mouth out. It was a bit unconfortable to wear because of the eyepatch, but he wouldn't take it off for anything. Humbly, he prefered for the commonfolk to keep on having fun.

Aemond walked among the people, looking for his relatives, and soon he found them. He couldn't believe his gace when seeing a freed Helaena dancing happily with Luke and Rhaena. She was shining behind that mask and under that hood. Her pale skin was now red becayse all of her snickering and the human heat concentrated in the room. Aemond's heart got warm at seeing her like this, though a part of him did not wanted to believe this was thanks to his nephews and cousins makings.

-Oh I cannot breath!-, Daera laughs like an aninal, holding her chest while dancing with Jace and Baela.

-It is so agglomerated!-, smiles a red Helaena.

-The more the better the music!-, cheered Rhaena.

-Aye!-, agreed Luke while clapping and jumping with her.

Aemond was walking in slow circles around them, staring from the distance how they all looked full of joy and happiness, he dares to say. Happiness. All the contrary to the wedding.

Weirdly, at the moment, he wasn't feeling uncontrollable desires of teasing them or to discuss with them. It is like they were children again, just for a short moment. And, for this, he began to smile softly, staring quietly.

Time passed, maybe one hour, in wich the olders of the group started to take some drinks, such as Baela, Daera and Jace. Helaena, who was actually the eldest of them all, did not wanted a sip of anything, and she just wanted to dance.

-Lovely-, Baela sighed at her drink. She surely has her lady mother's soft manners.

-ANOTHER!-, Daera roared and gave a big clap when letting her empty cup fall on the floor. Apparently, she has her father's not so soft manners.

-Ohh it burns!-, Jace squeaked at his beer. Hmm, not very strong of him, Aemond thought.

Rhaena and Luke were dancing together, and soon Jace and Baela were too, leaving the two princesses alone. Aemond saw how Daera hold her tightly and began to quicky dance, them both laughing as if their lifes depended on it.

He smirked unconciously at this, being able to hear Daera's drunken laugh from his place. She definitely is highly drunk, for she is the one with more drinks on her name. Aemond found this quite funny, actually, and surprising. She doesn't get drunk like his brother Aegon does, no, she actually takes the alcohol to scream and shout as much as she wanted to, being truly free among everyone else. He confessed to find that admirable, and still funny.

With that smirk still on his lips, Aemond took a brief sip from the beer he got for himself not too long ago. And when he looked up front again, he noticed a slight change of scenario.

Helaena was apparently stolen by Jace and Baela, with who she was dancing now. And Daera, sillies by her drunkness, was left alone, having presented the perfect prey for a man that was slowly getting closer to her, pervertedly licking his dry lips. She was not even aware of it, dancind and clapping on her own worriless.

Aemond left his cup on the table, forgeting about it and staring at her directly. The twat, she wasn't doing anything!

And the man kept getting closer from her side, desiring to touch her body.

Aemond bursted both of his fist on the table as he got up, looking mad at there. His longs legs begab to walk quickly, calculating that it would not be wise to make a rampage at the place or moment, meaning that he could not punch him.

He sighed stressfully, and that man's hand reached Daera's hood.

-You should take this off-. And while he gross voice was speaking, Aemond stepped in like a lightning, reaching Daera's hand in a second and dragging her away in a milisecond. They got fastly away from the man, who blinked in total confussion.

-What in the Seven Hells?!-, Daera shouted among the people, seeing how a hooded man was dragging her-. Let me go!-, she groans.

And that man also groans, facing her closely. Daera opoened her eyes big when looking at his face.

-Aemond...-she named. He let her hand go, looking down at her-. No, what are you-? Do not dare to ruin us!-, she furiousky screams.

-Easy, cousin. If I would have wanted to sabotage your trip, believe me, I would have done it long ago-, he murmured with superiority.

She furrowed her eyebrows, confused as hells.

-Why did you drag me then?-, she asked, almost smiling.

-I just saved you from the grosiest man of the Seven Kingdoms, who was planning to expose your silver mane, among other things-, Aemond quickly whispered, surprising her-. And that is why royalty does not leaves the Red Keep without guards on their back, cousin-, he reproached.

Daera sighed, letting him smell the wine on her breath, which scented almost sweet when mixed with her saliva.

-I won't take your words-. She denied, and he stared serious-. Guards or not, apparently you did had my back, cousin, did you not?-, she slowly smiles.

Aemond looks at her deeply, knitting his eyebrows a little when doing it.

-...His intentions were hostile-, he declared in a low voice, looking at her eyes.

People still danced stopless around them both.

-Thank you, my prince...-she drunkenly whispered, slow. Aemond happened to gulp, surprising himself when feeling how his cheeks burned.

-How did you know it was me? I am wearing a mask-, he then asks, changing the subject and looking around.

-So am I, but your mask does not do it's better job at masking your bloody eyepatch, I'm afraid-, she says, chuckling a little. Aemond hided a smile, bitting his inner cheeks. Was she really being funny?-...Besides, you have been following us since we sneaked from The Red Keep out, so it has been easy to keep you at sight-, Daera simply smiles.

Aemond really did froze, looking at her speakless.

-I have five annoying siblings, I must confess am good at noticing a lot of things-, she explained amused, looking into his eye.

-Then why did you get surprised when seeing me?-, he asked curious.

-A princess better act when it is better for the princess to act-. Daera whispered cleverly. Then she tip-toed a little, staring at his face closely-. I was about to play a tremendous act to that man who was dearing to almost touch me, you would have enjoyed a bit-, she amusinglt murmured.

Aemond could not hide his smile this time, laughing a little at his cousin's words. She smiled as well, staring at him stopless.

-So you were aware of that as well-, he deduced in a scoff.

-Oldest sister, I already told you-she whispered too.

-Hmm...-he hummed, almost confused while looking at her-. You seem...-he started to say.

-I am more docile when I am boozy, that is truth-, she nodded. He seemed surprised at how easy she confessed it-. That's why I hate it-, she snorted.

-Then don't, cousin-. Aemond snorted too.

She looked at him, dilated pupils.

-You will find it amusing, cousin, I am most than sure you will, but... I happen to enjoy doing things that I hate-, Daera whispered. Flirty.

Aemond's previous smile faded a little, staring at her soul with suspense, and honest amusement, looking tempted.

-Sounds like madness to me-, he shook his head briefly, causing her to smile in a sigh-...How so?-, he questioned, interested.

Daera parted her lips, staring at him while leaning to his face. Aemond looked at her carefully, feeling her heat from up close.

-To give you an example...-her mouth almost reached his ear, being at the height of his neck-...I have always wanted you to fuck me, cousin-, she quietly murmured, just for him to hear.

And that's when Aemond face teared apart, frozing completely. His eye opened so wildly it hurted, at the same time that he felt a burning wave passing through all of his body, every inch of it, at the raw confession.

Daera smiled flirty while reading his expressions.

-Princess...-he says breathless.

-But you never call me "princess"-, the brown skinned one funnily pointed.

-Princess-, he insisted, tense.

Daera took two steps back, looking at him. He looked at her as well, shoulders coming up and down with his breathing. The princess cut her gace ane began to walk. Aemond turned bemused when she passed right beside him.

Oh she was heading to the door.

-Wait-, he murmured.

Oh fuck, and she just passed the door!

He jumped in his place, took a quick glance at the happy Helaena, and then ran to the door. If he lets something happen to Daera, his mother would never forgive him, not vefore Daemon sliced him in two.

-Where are you?!-, he shouted when coming out. He did not found wise to cream her name.

-Here!-. Aemond turns his head when hearing her voice-. My Lord Cousin...-, that came from an alley. He grunted, heading there at an instant.

So he found Daera in there, almost covered by full darkness, resting her back on a dirty wall.

-This is enough-, he shouted-. We are going back to the keep- he seriously ordered.

-No we are not-, she shook her head, silly and drunk.

-Let's go!-, he grunted reaching her arms.

But Daera used that contact to suddenly lay him against the wall, pressing his wall in it and changing their positions. He looked at her shocked, and she was just smiling.

-I will get what I told you I want-, she said.

-I will not touch you-, he denied. Though his eyes glanced quickly at her sweated neckline.

-But you want to, I know you do-, Daera laughs breathless, looking at him as he was a God.

This is such surrealistic.

-You are slushed-. He looked like he tried to remember it to himself, not to her, gulping.

-Better...I won't remember a thing then-, she says, approaching, and planting a kiss on his pointy jaw.

At that moment Aemond lose it, grunting strongly as he stamped her on the wall, standing behind her back and immobilizing her arm.

The bitch dared to moan at this.

-It is not funny-, Aemond whispered.

-Your sister is, and I was hoping that you were too-, she sadly smiles, having her head turned to look at him.

-Is that what fun means to you? To tempt me in a- in a King's Landing dirty alley?-, he spitted, pressing himself against her.

-It is exactly what it means to me, at this time of the night-, she moaned in the middle of her dragged words.

Aemond snorted incredulous, planning on saying sonething, anything! But, then, Daera began to move slowly, rubbing her ass against Aemond's tight lap. He groaned surprised, forgetting everything, but he did not get away. He pressed himself more to her, furrowing his eyebrows at the feeling of pressure on his pants.

-Princess...-he whispered in shock, closing his only eye.

-You never call me princess-, she recalled with a laugh.

-And you never had expressed your desires to me-, ge groaned, pushing her back with one hand.

-...Fair point-, she nods.

Daera rubbed against him, moaning into the wall when feeling how quickly his cock started to grown in his pants and into her ass's cheeks, hardening.

The One-Eyed prince moaned loudly, putting one hand on the wall and the other one on her waist, letting her arm go. He moved againts her with a growning desire, being capable of feeling her lack of underclothes.

-You are madness itselft...-Aemond whispered, enslaved by her body's lust. And his.

-Fuck me-, she squeaked.

He bited his lips at the command, burying his pants deeper on her dress's skirt. It was feeling so good, just rubbing and rubbing his erections against her fabric with force, and she was so, so warm. And dragons do love fire.

Daera suddenly turned and faced him, takings his hips with her hands and pushing them closer to now rub him against her very core. Aemond swore with desire, resting his nose agains her hair while rocking his hips back and forth and from side to side.

It was all happening so quickly.

Daera moaned at the pressure and pleasure, holding from anywhere she could in the wall while feeling how he was literally using her dress's folded pleats as a cunt, touching hers by close constanly with his clothed cock.

-How are yoy so hard, cousin?-. She whispered in a sigh.

-It is your bloody fault-, he grunted against her forehead, suddenly kissing there with his wet lips-. I don't know how you did this...-he sighed a moan.

-You did it first to me-, Daera groaned, squeezing his butt to push him closer. Aemond moaned lowly tiltening his head, now beginning to kiss her sweet neck-. You fucking...-she ran out of air.

-Your fault-, he repeated breathless, kissing and kissing her naked shoulder. It was so delicious-. Bloody yours-, Aemond sighed in pleassure.

-Bloody ours, my prince-, she clarified biting her lips.

Blinded in lust, he moaned as lower as he could, massaging both sides of her waist while kissing her jaw and moving from above her skirt. He was reaching more speed, almost cumming on his own pants.

-Do not stop-, she pleads, eyes closed.

Aemond squeezed hardly her waist, biting his lips at the same time he began to form a satisfied smile.

-Can I touch your cunt?-, he weakly asks for, almost shy, whispering in her ear.

-Yes, yes-, she wildly permitted, making him smile-. But first let's head to my chambers...-she whispered.

-We are far from the castle-, he remembered while tracing down his hand her abdomen, slowly.

-Are...are we not in the castle?-. She suddenly asked.

And that's when Aemond remembered his duty and place back again.

He got apart from a moment to another, looking at her harshly and scared with his eye wide open underneath that mask. Daera breathed quickly and a little distracted, looking at him vaguely.

-Aemond...-she silly whispered.

She was as drunk as a Baratheon, and here he was, almost having creamed his mere pants just because of some words of her, like he was Aegon. How low of him.

-You can touch it-, remembered Daera tightening her legs while looking at him-. Touch my cunt, Aemond, finish-, she groaned.

Aemond roared taking her arm and dragging her out, at last, of that alley. She was obligated to fastly walk back to the dance room again, crossing those doors and listening to the loud music being played.

-What happened!?-, madly, she asked for an explanation of the abrupt interruption of their encounter.

-No words of this to your beloved siblings-. It's what he says, without looking at her, and she stared at him coldly-. Or mine-, he added.

-There you are!-, Baela is heard.

They both turned, finding all of their siblings approaching with surprised and dismayed faces. Aemond made sure to hide his still living erection. He really started wondering how did she got him so hard...

-Aemond-, Helaena stopped surprised when seeing him.

-What are you doing in here!?-, snorted Rhaena in desbelief.

-Enjoying the ball, cousin, just as you all-. Aemond smiled burlesque-. But it is time to go now-, he ordered.

-Sure-, scoffed Lucerys.

-Let her go!-, grunted Jace taking Daera's free arm and getting her away from him on an instant.

Daera and Aemond looked at each other briefly.

-How did you found us?-, Baela asked madly, having Luke behind her.

-We share the same hair, children, some hoods are not enough to fool me-, he said serious, and they snorted while Helaena smiled a little sad, wondering why he didn't dance with them then-. Well, some of us do, I might add-, he stared at the Velaryon boys, needing to focus on another thing that werent't Daera's image.

Luke and Jace tighted their fists when being offended.

-Alright!-, the very Daera grunted, as firm as she could-. We are now leaving. The hour is late and we must return before somebody finds out we are gone-, she ordered. Aemond stared at her with his lips furrowed. His erection shook when seeing her commanding.

Slowly, they all began to nod to her. Aemond grew jealous, for nobody paid attention to him before.

-I had the best time!-, Helaena smiles opening her arms and hugging Luke un these.

Her brother stared angrily, until Daera reached his attention just by sighing.

-Lead the way, then, cousin-, she taunts.

Aemond stared at her with a soft warning, to then turning around in a low humm, opening the doors.

-Oh but the dragon won't follow the lighthouse-, Helaena whispered suddenly to herself.

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