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damn-stark · 4 months ago

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Chapter 12 The Siren’s trick

Chapter 12 of Moonlight

A/N- Welcome back Margaery Tyrell and Sansa Stark

Warning- Swearing, talks of death, and sexual harassment, ANGST!!, fluff, SPOILERS, ser gwayne (tehe), LONG CHAPTER.

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- Only part of 2x03

(If you want to be tagged let me know)

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—Cregan this might be a cold continuation from what I was previously writing, but it cannot be helped. I did not want to leave you waiting, and I did not want you to hear rumors about me. And really, you are the only person I can tell what I’m about to say.

This will be my first and last letter. I am returning to King’s Landing, to infiltrate the Greens on Daemon’s behalf. I did not want to, I had told my mother I was not going, but just tonight they sent someone to kill her in her sleep, she got saved, but I cannot stay here and do nothing when I can be on the other side and be the thing she needs to win this war.

I might be killed, or I might not. I do not know, it’s a risk I am willing to take for my Queen. And if I am killed and this is the last time I ever talk to you, thank you. For everything…

I left my mother a note, I apologized for leaving and bestowing her with even more worry. I told her that I’m willing to do anything to help her get her throne back. Yet the one thing I did not tell her was how scared I am to return.

I’m terrified. I’m truly terrified. I knew fear, I felt it when I was in labor, but this fear I feel now is new, grander, and more horrifying, but it’s my duty to leave and help my Queen even if I have to leave behind all that I ever wanted.

I hope we see each other again. Take care of your boy.

Love, yours truly, your Darling.

“I know I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you apologize to Aerion as he begins to whine after being woken up when you take him from his cradle. “<But we’re going to see your father, hm?>” You try to assure him Valyrian so the guards outside don’t hear and go alert your brother or your mother.

And even if you don’t think Aerion would quite understand what you offer him in return for waking him up, he actually smiles faintly in response before he settles against your chest as you cradle him against you.

Luckily the guards don’t question why you’re taking your child out so late at night, they don’t care that you’re dressed in a different gown than the one you just wore earlier. They watch you scurry away in a hurry without as much as a single comment which will probably get them in trouble with your mother when she finds out you're gone, but they don’t know you’re disobeying her and sneaking off Dragonstone to go into enemy territory.

No one knows, you told no one to make it easier on you

and on them, and also so nobody would try to stop you; even if not so deep below the surface you’re hoping someone will catch you rushing down the corridors and stop you. You don’t want to leave, you don’t want to be under Aegon’s rule now that he’s king and no one can truly tell him what to do. Before he would already get away with commenting stupid shit when Aemond wasn’t around you, and your friend and handmaiden Vanessa was spared from his tactics because you would tell him to leave her alone, but now that he has superior control and power?

But then there’s also Aemond. You don’t want to face Aemond. You don’t want to look into his eye and pretend you’re okay with the heartbreak he caused you and your family. You don’t want to sleep next to the man who killed your brother, and no matter the gaping hole in your chest, you don’t want to let him touch you in the most intimate way. Most importantly you don’t want to leave your family again. You want to stay, you want to fight amongst them.

You want someone to catch you mid-escape and stop you.

Someone. Anyone.

You get closer and closer to the cave's mouth where the dragons come and go, where you’ll find Astraea and Vanessa waiting, and still, no one comes out from the darkness of their rooms, and no guards question why you’re strapping Aerion to your chest as you rush down the corridors.

You’re only paces away. Moments from reaching your dragon, and finally you run into a presence.

“Grandmother,” you mouth breathlessly and finish securing your child’s straps.

Your grandmother looks you up and down, realizing your gown is not one used to sleep, and Aerion is too secure around you to just be heading for a stroll. You’re up to something and she’s the only one to notice.

“Granddaughter,” she greets and glances out the window in the distance to double-check that it is in fact still nightfall. “Why are you not abed?”

You swallow thickly and even if you hope she stops you in your attempts, you interject with your argument. “The Queen got attacked by Ser Arryk, who pretended to be his twin.”

Your grandmother nods. “I heard. That’s why I am here. Is her Grace all right?”

You nod lightly. “Shaken, but okay…I have to do this,” you continue blurting in your defense. “I have to do what Daemon told me to do in hopes that it will be my mother's path to her rightful throne.”

Your grandmother nods again but this time it’s a much more gentle nod as her face fills with concern yet also shows slivers of pride.

“I don’t want to return to King’s Landing, I don’t want her to feel like I abandoned her, but if it stops more of the people I love from dying or getting hurt, and if it gets her on that throne then I have to try,” you share without making it a question because under your hesitation you believe what you say.

“Don't stop me,” you lie and internally shout the opposite with tears clouding your eyes, but not falling because you fight them back to try and look confident. “It’s the right thing to do. And I’m the only one who can do it.”

Your grandmother holds your gaze and right away reads you like a book; she sees your fear, she notices how you plead with your eyes to be stopped, but she also sees your desperation to help, she sees your determination, and your hunger to do more. She sees a warrior, a woman she’s proud of, and she can’t say no to that because she knows that beyond all that fear you’re desperate to help.

“They’re snakes,” she speaks sweetly but with confidence so you could feel the same. “And you’re a dragon. Always remember that.”

You draw in a deep breath and nod slowly. She approaches you and grabs your face, making you look her in the eyes and see the pride she feels for you.

“If you ever find yourself in trouble send me a raven or whatever it is you can. Meleys and I will be there as soon we can, okay?”

You nod in comprehension and grab a hold of her hands as if your life depends on it.

“I love you, grandmother. I will see you again,” you muster to say with a tender smile and no tears.

“I love you too,” she redirects as she caresses your cheeks. “Be careful.”

After one last lingering look you pull away before you’re caught by someone who will stop you, and step out into the cave still hoping the same, but feeling more empowered now to leave and play your part.

The feeling of being so close to the stars does have a way of calming the nervousness that has your hands trembling and ties your stomach into knots. The sight of the glimmering sea basked by the moon's light does help you escape your terrorizing fear and feel at peace, like all you’re doing is taking a late night flight, admiring the stars from the heavens, and answering the sea's call. It's easy to find your resolution in the tranquility, now rather than panic, the belief that your path will lead you right back to Jacaerys, your mother, your grandparents, and your cousins makes you feel at ease over your choice. This is also why you’re leaving, after all, to be with them in a better world.

Yet just as your breaths are calm, and your heart eases to its normal resting beat, the moment you see the crowded and lively city, the large castle on that cliff, and notice all the eyesores that are the Scorpions aligned the top of the wall, your stomach twists tighter to the point you feel like vomiting, your heart pounds faster, and your chest tightens which is a new and unwelcoming change.

“DRAGON!” You hear the echoes of men coming from below as they all work hard to point the scorpions at Astraea calmly coming to a stop so they don’t have the audacity to shoot her.

“Vanessa,” you say and peer over your shoulder. “Wave the white flag so they know we’re no trouble.”

You then glance down at your aware child and caress the back of his little head. “<We’re almost to your father, okay?>” You whisper to Aerion before you press a light feathered kiss on his head. “<You should be sleeping though, hm?>”

Aerion has learned to blow raspberries thanks to his uncle's Viserys and Aegon, so he responds with spit all over your chest.

“<Lovely,>” you mutter, but then again it beats getting peed on. Which he has done, a lot, luckily most times Aemond is the victim of his son's incidents.

“Okay,” Vanessa steals your attention as she grabs onto one of your shoulders to wave the white flag you made sure to bring for this exact purpose.

However, in the midst of waving the flag of peace, and while some guards hesitantly drop their threatening aim, a large arrow is shot at Astraea unbeknownst to you or Vanessa. It comes whizzing at you as the flag continues to be waved in the sky, but luckily, thanks to the gods, Astraea notices the arrow coming at her from the corner of her watchful eye and jolts down before taking a sharp turn.

You let out a shocked gasp whilst also becoming alert of all your surroundings, and Vanessa throws herself on your back to keep herself secured.

The arrow aimed at your dragon's neck luckily flies past you and her thanks to your dragon's efforts, yet missing doesn’t spare your dragon's fury that mirrors yours.

“<Stupid idiots,> you grimace and snap your glare at the men who are to blame, finding them confused but also alert. They don’t see your piercing glare, but your dragon mirrors it before she lets out a loud and furious guttural roar.

“<Astraea,” you call out and lean down as much as you can to caress her side. “Calm down. Calm down, girl.>” you coo in High Valyrian in hopes she’ll listen, but she’s too clouded with anger, after all, she knows you didn’t come with intentions of fighting, and she knows that Vanessa and baby Aerion are straddled on her so she begins to circle around as she shakes her head and keeps throwing out angry shrieks.

“<Astraea,” you call again without losing your patience. “calm down. Calm down. We’re okay. You saved us. We’re okay, calm down girl.>”

Astraea finishes her circle and opens her mouth, letting out low chitters as she prepares to blast out fire at the men responsible.

“<Calm,” you coo and pat her. “Calm, my girl. We’re fine. We’re safe. Calm.>”

Astraea slowly closes her mouth and peers over to meet your gaze and assure herself that you and those with you are fine.

“<We’re okay,>” you assure her and pass her the same emotion with your eyes.

Astraea holds your gaze for a moment longer before she looks ahead at the same time you do.

“Are you okay, Vanessa?” You make sure to ask in the common tongue as you let out a deep and relieved breath.

“Yes, Princess,” she assures you. “Aerion?”

You glance down at your son and see him smiling which probably means he found Astraea’s antics amusing.

“He’s fine,” you say with relief of your own and caress the back of his head while noticing that all the guards now drop their aim and depart from the Scorpions, letting you push your handles forward to nudge Astraea down.

Nevertheless, when Astraea is descending to the ground, just past the Iron Gate, all those nervous and uneasy feelings come rushing back after you were rattled with fear and anger over acts of stupid people who don’t know what white flags mean.

When your feet hit the ground though, and you see castle guards already waiting for you by the gates, all those feelings that overwhelm you, increase tenfold. Now your blood pumps so hard that it interferes with your sight.

“I have renounced the…false Queen Rhaenyra,” you hide the strain in your voice as you say words you don’t mean, before also saying words that actually hurt you to say. “I have come to pledge my loyalty to King Aegon.”

The guards look at one another with confusion so you interject. “Where is Ser Criston Cole? Why is he not here to greet me?”

A commander steps forward and raises his head before he fills their silence without giving you the answer you sought. “Give us your weapons, Princess, and come with us.”

You shrug the satchel of arrows and your bow off your shoulders before grabbing your gown's skirt and pulling it up, making the man look away and miss the dagger you had strapped around your thigh. Once he sees the weapon land at his feet he meets your gaze again.

“I request an audience with the King, and my husband,” you demand with your nose in the air as the men pick up your weapons.

“They were alerted of your arrival,” the guard says and steps back to point ahead.

Before you walk past the gates you scoff and sass him. “Was my husband alerted of the incompetence of your men on the wall, Ser? A white flag means what?”

The man swallows thickly and lowers his head as he doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Surrender or a request for parley.”

You feign a dry laugh and nod. “Yes, yet an arrow was shot at my dragon whilst my son and my handmaiden rode with me. I will have all the names of the squadron who shot that arrow.”

The guard nods and steals a glance back at your dragon still behind you, growling as she watches for any wrong moves that might be made.

“Come with us, Princess,” the guard finally guides you forward and you’re hastily helped in a carriage that rushes you inside the castle walls where you’re immediately repulsed by the green and gold banners that are plastered everywhere.

The sight of them actually saves you from your torment, but only for a little because once you’re inside you’re slammed with all your emotions and you can’t help how your eyesight only seems to focus on what’s directly ahead of you. Everything else is swallowed by darkness as all your senses falter, and your heart and blood pound.

A part of you immediately expects to get ambushed once you walk into the throne room, and another part of you fears being greeted by Aemond alone because you know he won’t delay, he would come straight down the moment he was told of your sudden and ominous arrival. You would worry over Aegon, but it’s still dark out, and you can’t imagine he dropped all his temptations because he was bestowed with a great purpose, so you know for certain he won’t be waiting for you upon the throne.

Nonetheless, when you hold Vanessa’s hand in anticipation and approach the welcoming throne room, all you actually see is an empty hall and an empty seat.

Hundreds of candles light the hall, but it doesn’t make the throne room feel less unsettling. You once used to feel unbothered by the great room, after all, this was your home, you knew the meaning this room held, but you could never say you felt awe. It was another room. Now though, you feel uneasy like, when you walk into a stranger's home. Most of the hall has remained unchanged, besides the banners and large statue of your grandfather King Viserys in construction, but besides that, it's remained the same. Yet you can’t help but feel at odds.

You don’t like the ill feeling, you don’t like that besides the guards and Vanessa, the throne room is lonely. It only works to worsen what you already feel. It only makes the Throne Room seem dark.

You’re consumed by darkness and it makes you want to run and return home where it’s warm and surrounded by those you love. You want to leave. You shift your feet to storm away without any thought, but at that precise moment, the throne room doors open once again, welcoming in a shining light that casts on the ground and rolls down to your feet.

You expect a rowdy greeting from the King, but in the silence you capture the shadow of a tall and slender figure get painted on the ground instead. Now you need no help figuring out who the shadow belongs to, you know who it is without having to look back. Just like you recognize the sound of his footsteps as they climb down the steps.

You would know his footsteps blind and deaf, by the mere vibrations that strike the ground. You could recognize him by just his alluring scent, by his breaths as they furl in and out of his body. He doesn’t need to speak for you to know that it’s your husband, it’s Aemond.

He was the light that filled this hall and unwantedly calmed down your urgency to run.

And as if attracted to the light, you look back. Every muscle in your body yells at you to not look, your mind shouts at you to avert your gaze, but your bleeding heart can’t resist, it makes you look back to see him; the man who killed your brother, your husband, your Aemond, surrounded by the very candlelight that attracted you.

He meets your gaze and you meet his, causing your heart to skip a beat, and a breath to escape past your lips, whilst you also capture the disbelief written so plainly all over his face. It's almost like he can’t believe you’re standing across from him, and how can he?

You look like a dream to him with the way the moonlight and all the stars shining through the large windows bask you in their luminous light, making you look like a beautiful deity. A divine angel sent to him from above with the blessing that is your child.

And how can he not expect you to be some otherworldly presence? He sent letters in hopes you could return home so he could explain what happened because he knows how much you love your brothers, but you never came. Not until now, here you are standing under the throne, watching him without missing a step, with betrayal, and heartbreak he can easily read off your face.

He expected anger, but all he sees is pain. Heart aching pain that sets his world off its axis.

He had hurt you before, six years ago, but not like this. Six years ago when he accidentally cut your face he saw disbelief and horror, pain too, but not like this, he never heard your silent ‘why?’ screams that your eyes shout out at this moment. He never saw sorrow droop your eyes like they do now, and his guilt for hurting you was never as tremendous as it is now.

He hurt you, the one who’s loved him like no one has before. The person who’s brought him only happiness, and a blessing in your son. That’s why he wants you to be angry because he did something he can’t take back—and he does expect you to be overcome with anger later, you’re not one to swallow it down for him. Yet right now all he sees is disbelief and agony that gets more and more painful the closer he gets to you, until finally, you rip your eyes away when he’s only a few feet away.

“Look,” you coo at Aerion with a smile and stinging tears brimming in your eyes. “Look who it is, my love.”

Aerion yawns back mindlessly since he can't pick up on your sadness, he just sees your smile that begins to fade as you pick him. When his eyes drift to the tall man getting closer to you though, that exhaustion that threatened to take him to sleep completely disappears. Instead, his face brightens the moment he sees Aemond, the father he’s longed to see since he left home.

Yet before Aemond can take Aerion in his arms, you halt your attempts to hand your child over when you catch the elegant silver armor of the Kingsguard gleaming against the candlelight as they approach from the far left end of the throne room. Only these Kingsguard members aren’t the ones from before, they’re new, younger, and probably stupider considering they’re Aegon’s drinking buddies.

You would want nothing more than to share a judgemental look with Aemond, but now that he’s closer you can’t even have your face turned his way; which is why you get the perfect view of the Usurper, the false King Aegon, trudging in after his dimwitted Kingsguard with his clothes unbuttoned, his hair unsettled, and his eyes red with exhaustion or something else you don't recognize. Either way, he doesn’t look Kingly, not even when he’s caught off guard, but you’ll give him the benefit of the doubt only because it’s the middle of the night—Unless he’s drunk that is…

“Your Grace,” you utter words that once brought you pride to say to your mother, but now bring you disgust to say to him. Even the thought of bending your knee is a struggle to think about, but you know that you won’t get far without showing the respect he wants to see, so you force yourself down to your knee to someone so undeserving.

Luckily he doesn’t sense that disgust, you mask your emotions well behind your sorrowful face set to hopefully gain their sympathy while you try to enchant them with your plea for mercy.

“So it is true,” Aegon breaks his silence while he slowly approaches you behind his Kingsguard, as if cautious that you would try anything with Aerion still in your arms. “You are here.” He scoffs and you catch a hint of amusement, but you’re left with nothing to do in the regard but pretend.

“I come to renounce the false Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen,” you swallow your pride and leave no pauses, even if you can feel yourself straining as it feels like you’re hurting your mother with such cruel words. “I come to pledge fealty to ward the King, as well as ask for his forgiveness.”

You pause and bow your head so he can feel pride and superior over your current state which is something you never once let him feel with you. Not until now.

“I come to beg for mercy and a second chance,” you go on and don’t stop even if you hear the main doors opening before two pairs of footsteps filter in to join the audience already gathered around you and your handmaiden; as if you were a spectacle to gawk over.

However, in many ways you are, who would’ve thought that Rhaenyra’s own daughter would leave her precious mother's side to join the enemy?

It was expected of you since your husband is part of the green faction, but Rhaenyra is still your mother, and you have had chances to leave her side already but you haven’t until now. Why?

That’s on everyone’s mind but yours, that’s why they watch you carefully and never let Aegon get too close.

“I saw my wrongdoings,” you continue to sing your plea with a soft and sweet voice. “I saw my mistake in trusting Rhaenyra. I cannot stand behind her, I cannot support her after what,” you swallow thickly and look up to meet Aegon’s surprised gaze. “…she did to Helaena and Jaehaerys.”

Aegon’s eyes harden and every form of amusement he had upon seeing you on one knee is lost and replaced by slow-burning anger that is so rare to see on him. Yet it does nothing to actually scare you.

“I'm sorry. Please forgive me, My King.”

Someone falls by your left side where Aemond stands as well, but you don't see who it is because you’re too focused on Aegon parting away from the safety of his Kingsguard to approach you with that same hardened gaze seething with anger.

“To your feet Sweet good-sister,” he rolls out as he also motions you up with his fingers.

You hesitate, but slowly push yourself to your feet, causing Aerion to squirm as sees his father again.

Aegon sees and his lips twitch before he smugly barks an order without letting you out of his sight. “Take the child.”

Your eyes widen and that sorrow you expressed turns to panic. “No!” You cry out and press Aerion against you to protect him from the reaching hands whilst you desperately look over at Aemond with no regard to your previous feelings that were just tormenting you and forbidding you from looking at him.

“He has no fault in this Aegon,” Aemond interjects right away, making you notice Ser Criston is the one by him since he moves in between Aemond when his sword hand twitches.

“Aegon,” you hear the Dowager Queen Alicent interject, giving away the fact that she was the second person who had walked in late.

You had wondered where she was, you’re sure she would’ve been told you were here right away. You suspected she would already be here waiting for you, but she came late.

“What?” Aegon chuckles and raises his hands. “I mean no harm to my nephew. He’s my brother's son. He’s just in the way.” He quips and makes sure to look at you with a new sense of smugness now that he has you rattled.

“No,” you remain defiant and glare at his Kingsguard slowly approaching you while also glancing over at Aemond seething and glaring daggers from the side—“I will not let them touch him. Not them.”

His Kingsguard stop as if they were listening to you and look over at Aegon in confusion as to what to do next. Especially because Aemond still stands there menacingly.

“I will take him,” Alicent volunteers instead of Aemond. “Give him to me,” she tells you and approaches you with her hands out.

You may not like her, but one thing is certain; whatever hatred she has for your mother is never redirected at Aerion, she seems to love him just as much as she loves Helaena’s children. And Aerion does love her too since he is more accustomed to her presence. It’s why after one kiss on your son's head you hand him to Alicent, and motion Vanessa with your eyes to stand by her.

“I never would have expected you of all people to return,” Aegon interjects, making you drift your gaze away from Aerion completely taken by his other grandmother, and refocus your attention on the man before you.

“Yet here you are begging for mercy.” He feigns a smile that falls quickly. “Why should I believe you?” His voice grows cold which contrasts his burning glare.

“Why…” he trails off and smiles tauntingly at the ground before he suddenly lunges at you and grabs you by the throat, but not tight enough for you to actually gasp for air. His grip is just wrapped around your throat.

Not like it matters to Aemond either way because he still reacts in the blink of an eye by trying to lunge at his brother. Albeit he gets stopped right away by Ser Criston; proving to you at that moment why Aemond hadn’t taken Aerion just now, he was more concerned about you and what Aegon had up his sleeve. And he has every right to worry because Aegon is daring now that he’s king, now that he has control and no one to really tell him to stop. He pulls out the Valyrian dagger that your grandfather Viserys would carry, and slowly brings the tip to your throat, making you fear him for the first time. Not because he’s terrifying, but because no one has threatened your life before.

“…shouldn’t I pluck your eyes out and send them to Rhaenyra?” He finishes what he was winding up to say. “Along with your head. Firstborn for firstborn, hm? That would be justice.”

Aegon is careful not to puncture your skin as he drags the tip of the dagger up your face, as if teasing you instead of threatening you.

“She killed my son, why shouldn’t I send her your head?” He sneers as he watches the way he moves the dagger up your cheek. “Unless it was you who sent them.”

The tip of the dagger is pressed against you so you're careful not to shake your head, even if you want to further get your defense across.

“No,” you immediately deny him even if you shouldn’t, you should stay quiet, but you can’t just stand quietly as he wounds you by throwing false accusations of something you would never do. “I would never hurt Helaena,” your voice quivers. “I-I love her. I would never hurt her. I would never hurt anyone’s child, I’m not a monster. I would never do that.”

Tears fall down your cheeks but Aegon wipes them away as he keeps moving the dagger up to bring the tip inches away from your eye, causing Aemond to groan and push back against Ser Criston’s arm.

“Let me talk to her,” Aemond interjects as Ser Criston digs his feet into the ground and fights back the prince's push forward. “I will talk to her Aegon.”

Said man scoffs and shakes his head. “No. Gods no. You’re too enamored by her,” he says and laughs. “She would just bat her eyes and you would let her go. You have always been too sweet on her. No. I will continue talking to her. If she behaves she will not get sent back to her mother. Do you understand?” He directs at you now and shifts his hand holding the dagger, causing the candlelight in the distance to reflect on the smooth metal, and entrapping your attention to the gleam before your focus gets entranced by the fires lit in the metal stands.

It’s just an arm's reach away, you can grab it and tilt it on him. Your hand wouldn’t burn, but he would. He would stop touching you and not be so close. It can work.

But the war wouldn’t end and you would only die or be locked away for certain. You can’t do it, you won’t. Thus you look back at his stupid smug face.

“I will spare your son's life because he’s my nephew, but you,” he presses and brings the knife back down to your throat. “You’re just another bitch—”

You clench your jaw, and Aemond grimaces, making Aegon’s smirk deepen.

“My brother would not do better, but there are plenty of bitches to choose from,” he remarks and starts to rub his thumb on your neck, making you stiffen and start to actually, deeply feel horror.

“Stop,” you plead quietly but loud enough that Aemond can hear. “Stop it.”

Aemond pushes back harder as he hears you, but Ser Criston still manages to hold his ground.

“Why should I not kill you now?” Aegon asks. “You’ve been parading about the Kingdom asking for other Lords' loyalty for your mother. You bent the knee to her. You have no real sense of loyalty.”

“I was wrong,” you repeat yourself. “I was blinded by my love for her, but I am not now. I see clearly now. You are the true King. I see that now. Besides, how could I stay over there with Daemon wanting to kill Aerion for what happened?” You throw out a lie so they’ll be more willing to believe what you're trying to sell. And you actually get Aegon to hum, but as he keeps making you uncomfortable by caressing your neck.

“You do have a dragon,” he gets a point across. “But would you really attack your family?”

“My grandfather,” you blurt in hopes that will get him to stop his threat and stop what he’s currently doing. “My grandfather is going to make Aerion heir of Driftmark, and Lord of the Tides, but those efforts will be for naught if you kill me.”

Aegon glances at his side before slowly pulling the dagger away from your throat.

“If you kill him Aerion would be the next lord of Driftmark, which means that we could give you control of the fleet,” you add, making Aegon stand still for a moment as he takes in what you just said.

“We need that fleet, my King,” Aemond jumps into your defense. “With Aerion being so young we would be in charge until he becomes of age.”

Aegon nods slowly in comprehension but he then tilts his head and clicks his tongue. “But killing Lord Corlys will take time. If it happens at all.”

“I will fight for you,” you roll out as enticingly as you can to try and enchant him with your voice. “Let me fight for you, for my family. I want to come home.”

Aegon sighs deeply and stares deep into your soul without looking for help from anyone. And you look at him and lift your chin slightly to exude confidence you don’t feel at the moment.

Not like Aegon actually notices how shaken and fearful you currently are, or else he would pick on that and really make you feel small. He only sees what you want him to see, it’s why your song works on him and all the others.

“Fine,” he breathes out and finally lets you go, making you fall on your knees out of defeat as to what he was doing, and letting Ser Criston let Aemond go.

“You may return home. You will not join any of my councils obviously, and your dragon will be put in the dragon pit. If you step a hair out of line I will have you killed and sent to your mother.” Aegon clarifies.

Astraea is the way you’ll get your messages across but getting her out will be no problem, and you didn’t expect to be welcomed at the council anyway. The plan was always going to be you using those tunnels your mother used to use. Aemond is the only one you’ll actually disdain.

“You should know,” you mutter to get the last word in, which is bold, to say the least, but you can’t stay quiet after he was touching in that way. “Ser Arryk was killed by Ser Erryk because he was doing his job by protecting the royal family. That’s how I escaped…” you trail off and slowly lift your head to look at Ser Criston with a smugness playing in your eyes.

The Kingsguard briefly meets your gaze before he turns his head away without inputting anything. No one actually says anything in the regard.

Aemond then proceeds to approach you and offer you his hand, but you just glare at him before you turn away and help yourself up to go to Aerion.

“Thank you,” you offer Alicent you’re genuine gratitude before you take back your son.

“Of course,” she says. “I’m glad you’re both back home.”

You offer her a fake faint smile before you turn away and walk back to Aemond to hand him Aerion, who is immediately over the moon by finally being carried by his father. You cannot say the same, you actually make sure to turn away quickly so you wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. Instead, you address the commander who had greeted you outside to avoid a silence.

“Ser, if you would be so kind as to round up your best men tomorrow at the training yards after breaking fast. My son and I need a sworn protector with this war so rampant. If I depend on the new Kingsguard I’ll find my son sold for a flagon of wine or a pretty whore,” you say without shame and watch the knight snicker and glance over at the men you were so boldly speaking of before he looks back at you and responds with a comprehensive nod, letting you not take a second longer to finally try and leave the damn hall and these people. Yet not before you wipe that smile off the commander's face

“Oh and give the list of names of that squadron to Prince Aemond, he would like to know who the men were that shot at my dragon and our child as we were waving that white flag.” You finish and peer back with a serious look that actually turns out to be menacing.

Once you’re out of the hall, you would have liked to say you could catch your breath and find any sense of satisfaction, but the tension is quick to follow you out.

“Vanessa,” you interject after a while of striding toward the royal apartments. “Just grab a change for tonight and tomorrow morning. We can get anything else we need tomorrow.”

Aemond hears your commands and looks away from Aerion to watch you instead.

“And don’t worry about a cradle, Aerion can sleep on my bed tonight,” you continue to give orders, piquing Aemond’s attention even more, and making him forget that child so fascinated by him.

“What are you doing?” Aemond asks, but you ignore him even if you feel ticked off.

“My old chambers are available, we will both stay there. I won’t put Aerion in danger.”

You know deep down Daemon won’t try and hurt your child unless he means to hurt your mother in the meanwhile, but your hatred for him blinds you and makes you see him as a threat even though there’s no real need for such hostility.

“Yes, Princess—”

“No,” Aemond cuts Vanessa off bluntly. “You will not move the Princess or Aerion’s things anywhere. They will not be moving anywhere. They will stay where we are.”

You clench your jaw but continue to ignore his grating presence, as well as Vanessa’s brewing confusion—“Don’t worry about protection, the night will be short tonight because of how late it already is. We will hopefully have that situated by tomorrow—”

“Are you listening to me?” Aemond blurts and catches you off guard when he grabs your wrist and pulls you to a sudden halt so you can face his pointed glare.

Yet you don’t give him the satisfaction of being submissive, or looking away and walking off. Nor do you actually give him what he wants, at that moment you remember that you have to hold back for the sake of your purpose and your Queen. There’s things you want to remark and throw at him as he ruffles your anger, as you look him in the eye and stand so close, but you need to hold back, it has to be helped even if a cascade of memories follows, and have you challenging his glare for a moment before you rip your eyes away and look at your son in his arms to remind him he’s here witnessing it all.

“Vanessa take Aerion for a stroll so he can fall asleep,” Aemond interjects as he holds your gaze. “It’s past his bedtime. We can spend more time with each other on the morrow.”

Vanessa glances at you for the okay, but you don’t look back at her, you keep your eyes on Aemond even if your heartbeat picks up under his heavy gaze, letting her come to the conclusion herself and take Aerion from Aemond.

The boy does begin to whine after being parted from his father, but you don’t stop her either, knowing that there will be tension you don’t want him to see.

“I am not going to stay in the same room as you,” you make yourself clear and pull your arm away to start storming to your shared quarters.

“Do you think I am going to leave you and Aerion vulnerable and all alone?” Aemond counters, making you scoff.

“Does it really matter what happens to me?” You spat back in regards to who he killed, but he chooses to ignore that.

“Of course, it matters. You know that.”

You shake your head in disbelief and continue on quietly, letting him fill the silence for you. “You will stay where you are. It’s where you belong.”

You continue to stay quiet all the way to your shared chambers, which is unlike you, he wants to hear you argue as if that will help cure the strain made by the murder, but you stay quiet and don’t even fill the air with anything when you’re in your room. You just go and try to grab something to sleep in, but he immediately stops you by grabbing your robe and throwing it aside.

“I said no,” he hisses, but you reach for another, making him grab what you pick up and pull back.

“Let go, Aemond, I am not staying here. I am not going to sleep with you!” You bark back and grab his wrist to yank it away, but he rebuttals by grabbing your hand and overpowering you with ease.

“You are staying, and Aerion is staying here where I can protect him and you,” he makes it clear to you, letting you realize as you try to avoid looking at him that Aerion’s cradle is placed at the end of the bed instead of being in his own quarters.

“I do not need you to protect me,” you counter and let go of the robe to try and reach for another, but he crouches down and grabs your arm right where Daemon had grabbed you, and pulls you up.

“Let me go,” you fight him and ignore the ache in your arms as he presses on your bruises. “Don't touch me. Let me go, you're hurting me.”

As soon as Aemond hears those words his grip eases, letting you rebuttal by pushing him away. “Leave,” you cry out and can’t find the strength to hold back anymore, you forget the role you’re meant to play, your purpose for returning, and let your anger burst out from its confinement, resulting in you shoving him back.

“If you don’t want me to leave then you leave. Go. Get out!” You exclaim.

Aemond lets himself get pushed back again and only makes you grow more aggravated that he refuses matching your anger. “I do not want to see you. I do not want you to touch me. I do not…” you trail off and push him back toward a shelf. “I do not want you here. Get. Out.” You innouncate through gritted teeth, but Aemond doesn’t get the hint, he doesn’t care about the anger behind every shove, or the disdain behind every single word.

“He’s gone because of you. My brother is gone!” You finally express what has been stuck in the back of your throat, what really fuels your anger. You finally share the betrayal that you have harbored and that has played in your eyes since you first saw him in that throne room. “Get out!” You raise your voice and shove him back against a wall, but get no reaction in any way. He lets it happen, he watches your anger, and he lets you express it even if it brings violence.

“Get out!” You cry again and hit his chest, hoping he will move, that he will finally stop infuriating you more and react by at least stopping you, but he doesn’t fight back, like usual.

“Out! Out! Get out, Aemond!” You start to lose your cool and hit him more and more, each time your fists getting backed with more strength, while your chest gets heavy, and your eyes finally start to fill with tears as the sorrow you held back breaks out and starts to accompany your anger.

“Fight me back! Fight back you fucking killer. Fight me back!” You shout shakily. “You killed him. You killed Luke. You took my brother away from me. You…” you come to a stop and can’t yell anymore, your throat stings, and your chest starts to ache to the point it gets hard to breathe really fast. “You…”

Aemond watches you move your hands back to go and hit him again, but this time before you can make contact with his chest, he grabs your wrists and pushes you back, making you hold his gaze as he does so and not let go, even if his gaze his heavy and burns in you, even if he pulls you back to him with ease and causes a warmth to wash over you as he holds you close.

“Let me go,” you try not to mewl, but you can’t help it anymore. You can’t hold that anger over your agony. “Let me,” you groan.

Aemond parts his lips but doesn’t end up saying anything, instead he only attracts your eyes to his lips with this need that comes from deep down. You do manage to drag your eyes up after a second but find his gaze heavy and focused on your parted mouth before he lolls his head to the side, and slowly meets your tear-filled eyes.

You proceed to flicker your eyes down and he leans forward, expecting you to pull away, but you stay put as if magnetized to him. As if a slave to your need dwelling deep inside where you don’t want it to be.

“Aemond,” you whisper and his blue eyes find yours, letting you see how dilated his pupils are, but also how soft his eyes are with…distress you can read with ease.

“Why?” You ask in the intimacy of the moment where it’s just you and him, your husband, your lover, and your best friend. “Why did you do it?”

Aemond's eye falls and his lips slowly form a frown. You want to see what he feels, what he fails to say so you tilt your head down to look into his eye and get your answer, but he turns his head away and mutters. “Why did you come back if you hate me?”

“I…” you don’t finish, but you softly shake your head just enough that he notices the motion and peeks over at you.

You need to say it. You need to say what you’ve felt when you were away. He killed Lucerys, your beloved little brother. He hurt your mother and your brother. He betrayed you in the worst way possible. But those feelings you had thought of only sprung up because you weren’t looking at him. It was easy to think you hated him, but now that you’re looking at him, now that you feel his breath unfurl over your lips, and feel his heartbeat under your palm as you press your hand against his chest, you can’t muster a syllable, or conjure it in your heart. No matter how hard you try.

“I did not come for you,” is all you can muster. “I came for Helaena. Not for you.”

And deep under your conflict and your mission that is true. You did come for her in her worst moments where she needs what her family can never give her.

“Hm,” Aemond hums and welcomes a coldness to your wrists as he finally lets you go.

“You did not answer me,” you bring up your previous question. “Why did you do it? He was sent as a messenger, not a warrior. He was just supposed to deliver a message and get an answer, that's all, so why? Did he do something? Did he say something?”

Aemond swallows thickly and his gaze gets hard before he deadpans. “You and Aerion are staying here. I will lock you in here if I have to. Do not make it hard.”

His gaze lingers on you for a second longer before he slips away even if he knows you are waiting for an answer. Just a simple one if need be, something to give you peace of mind, but he goes to the door looking like he isn’t going to stop until you fall on your knees the moment you can’t hold strong anymore. Everything you felt collapses over you and you break down.

Aemond hears your sobs, it unsettles him, and tugs at his heart, but even if you’re the only one who can ever cause such an effect, he doesn’t go to your side even if at that moment you wouldn’t have pushed him away. He lets out a deep breath and leaves you alone.

He doesn’t return until hours later just moments before the sun could break into the sky, finding Aerion fast asleep in his cradle, and you balled up on your side of the bed. He thinks you're asleep, but you couldn’t find it, so you heard him walk in quietly.

You hear him take his belt off, and pull his boots off to be able to approach the end of the bed without alerting the sleeping babe, going unaware at that moment of you peeling one eye open to watch him caress Aerion’s cheek ever so gently as to not wake him before he smiles faintly, causing your own heart to involuntarily pick up in its speed before it jolts when he steps back.

As to not get caught you immediately shut your eye and listen, catching his footsteps go around the bed and approach you.

At first, you think he’s going somewhere else, but his scent then intoxicates you as he stops beside you, causing your racing heart to ease as if his scent was the only key to calm down. He proceeds to stare and you know that you feel that deep down, you feel his eye on your face before it leaves a burning trail down the upper half of your body.

When it comes to your exposed arms that you can’t hide anymore, he hooks his finger on the blanket and gently pulls it down before he runs the tip of his finger on the bruise marked on your flesh, and keeps it there as if the touch alone will give him the answer as to what happened.

After a moment he groans with what seems to be frustration before he lifts his fingers and suddenly surprises you by caressing your cheek before he brings his face down, letting his long silver hair tickle your shoulder, while his breath unfurls over your cheek.

You try not to hold your breath or move, but he makes it hard as he lets the warmth of his lips mingle over your cheek.

Is he going to kiss you or not?

Yes?

No?!

You wait and wait until he suddenly pulls back and his footsteps recede, letting you open your eye to catch him walking around the bed as he takes his vest off, showing how his back muscles move fluidly with him. And thanks to the light starting to peek in you can see how smooth and sculpted he looks under such a soft light.

You want to see his face, his torso, and those perfect abs, but you close your eyes and remember what he’s done, and once again you’re cast with…sorrow.

——

*LATER*

Stupid ache…

“Vanessa, could you have tea prepared for breakfast? I woke up with all different kinds of aches,” you grumble and slip on your shoes. “My head is aching, and I feel a bit nauseous.”

Vanessa hooks the last jeweled chain on your back to the golden broach on the shoulder part of your deep blue gown, and then slowly peeks out from the side with her eyes filled with curiosity. “Princess I have been meaning to ask. When you were in Winterfell…”

Oh is she trying to get the gossip? With everything that went on after you returned from the North, you never had time to tell her what happened.

“Did you…”

Before she can finish what she was building up to the door opens and Aemond walks in with Aerion, making Vanessa groan because once again she was left to hold in her question.

“I will prepare the tea for you princess, but perhaps you should see the maester?” Vanessa purposely says at the wrong time, causing Aemond to peek over—“You did not eat your dinner yesterday because of your stomach ache.”

You side-eye Vanessa, but she doesn’t care that she just blurted your troubles for Aemond to hear, she slides behind you to fix the jeweled chains on your back.

“What’s wrong?” Aemond interjects in your silence.

You drop your eyes to avoid looking at him in the mirror and with your fingers trace the gold design that swirls with the wave patterns on your blue gown.

“Nothing,” you deadpan.

Aemond stays quiet for a second before you hear his footsteps approach you. “I saw bruises on your arms,” he doesn’t hold back from bringing up. “What happened?”

He will ask Vanessa, and she will tell him, so you just answer him in the most serious voice so he knows that his presence bothers you. “Daemon happened. He wanted me to leave and he was not kind about it.”

There's a second of silence before you hear a deep and frustrated sigh. You dare yourself to look up and catch Aemond’s gaze on your arm before he blinks and tries to meet your gaze, but comes up empty-handed when you look at Aerion instead.

“<Did you have a good time, my little dragon?> You speak to him in High Valyrian and watch him wave his hands excitedly.

“My grandmother says he could start eating solids when he’s 5 months old,” you direct at Vanessa, making her step away and nod with a happy smile.

“Yes, it’s possible, he’s starting to sit up alone, so he’s almost there.”

You grin at your child and caress his chin. “<Hear that? We will get you nice and plump in no time. As of now…” you trail off and take him from Aemond to walk away from the mirror. “How would you like to go with Aunt Helaena and your cousin Jaehaera, hm?>”

Aerion responds by reaching for your dangling earrings, so you lean your head away and shake your head, only getting him more intrigued.

“I’m heading to a council meeting,” Aemond says as you continue avoiding him. “I will talk to the maester to come see you later.”

“I can seek the maester myself,” you quip and scrunch your nose at Aerion to try and make him smile.

Aemond stays still and quiet before he walks away. When he reaches the door you peek over and see him stop again before he turns his head, but not completely. He just stands there for a moment with his gaze in the corner of his eye before he just walks out of the room.

“I do not know how I will do it,” you mumble to Vanessa the moment the door closes and he’s walking away. “I can not…pretend to be okay with him. I know I must try, but…I see…what my mind thinks what happened that day, and I get angry and sad.”

Vanessa walks to you to take Aerion and face you with a pitiful frown. “It will be hard, but you will not get anywhere if you do not try. Just take it step by step.”

You sigh deeply and nod softly. “I will leave now too to listen in to the meeting,” you change the subject. “I should make it back for breakfast with Helaena, I should not take long. That’s not my intention anyway.”

“Be careful,” your handmaiden warns you. “Try and remember your way back. Good luck.”

You giggle and pat her shoulder. “I will be alright. I do wish my cat was here though. He would make it easier to make my way around. If anyone asks for me just tell them I went for a stroll to catch my breath.”

Vanessa nods hesitantly and seems to want to input another warning, but she just bites her tongue and watches you walk out the secret door hidden in your quarters

At first, you admit you feel a bit turned around, all the damn tunnels are built almost identically. Plus there’s only the torch that you light as a form of light until you reach small windows, but those aren’t everywhere. Luckily though, you manage to remember where the council hall is. You do arrive a bit later than you hoped, but you got there all the same.

And it seems Ser Criston just arrived too, going off his greeting.

“Forgive my lateness,” you catch Ser Criston interject as he seems to sit down.

“Important business, no doubt,” you cringe at Aegon’s grating voice.

“You appointed new knights to the Kingsguard, Your Grace?”

Ser Criston is barely asking that? They were with the King last night.

Some commander he is.

“To replace those we lost,” Aegon remarks.

“The last one needlessly, some might say,” a man comments quietly but full of judgment. You can’t say you can place a face or a name to the voice though.

“Ser Arryk was awarded the great duty of ending Rhaenyra’s challenge,” Ser Criston argues pointlessly. “He failed to discharge it.”

At least he recognizes that error.

“He failed because the scheme was rash,” you hear the Dowager Queen interject before getting countered by the Commander of the Kingsguard.

“Perhaps, Your Grace but we cannot all hide in our castles waiting for war to come to us.”

You have to admit that it is true, but that does not excuse the stupid act they sent Ser Arryk to do. The Kingsguard protecting your mother aren’t bad at their jobs like he is.

“As now it surely will,” Alicent quips.

“As, now,” Aemond interrupts the bickering, managing to catch your breath in your throat at the mere sound of his voice. “It already has. House Bracken took it upon themselves to attack the Blackwoods who declared for the pretender. Lord Samwell Blackwood himself is slain.”

“Good,” Aegon says. “First blood in our name.”

Ugh, idiot.

“Both sides took heavy losses, Your Grace,” you recognize Ser Tyland made a point the King failed to see. “I-I’m not entirely certain we can declare this victory—”

“The Blackwoods and the Brackens had feuded for centuries. This is nothing more than an excuse for them to indulge their ancient grudge. It’s no true war.”

A sudden pound against the table shuts the speaking Lord up and makes you press yourself closer to the wall.

“Call it what you will,” Aegon follows by saying, making him the one who pounded whatever it was on the table's surface. “I call it war. And so will Dragonstone. The question is, what are we going to do about it?”

What is there to do? It was a stupid squabble between feuding families. There’s no significant point behind that bloodbath.

“We send a raven to Lord Tully,” you hear the maester come up with a solution amongst the other heads around the table. “These houses are his vassals, are they not? He must control them.”

“Lord Grover Tully is a flaccid, old fool who couldn’t control his cock in a cunny,” the Lord you don’t recognize cuts in with a hint of judgment. “Begging your pardon, Your Grace.”

“Do you have any better suggestions, Lord Jasper?” Aegon asks and once and for all brings a name and face to the voice.

“Your Lord Uncle Ormund marches from Old Town at the head of a great host, Your Grace,” the Lord rebuttals. “And your brother Daeron’s dragon nears fighting age. Call on them to suppress the Riverlands.”

Yes with Caraxes and Daemon going to the Riverlands? Tessarion would get ripped to shreds, he’s no more experienced than your dragon.

“At least they are months away,” Ser Tyland interjects. “My Lord brother Jason is raising a great army at Casterly Rock. In a matter of weeks, he will be able to harass the Blackwoods from the west—”

“Should we not aim to unite these armies?” You’re surprised to hear the maester give his opinion. “And then strike as one?”

He has a point. One big army is better than small ones.

“Ah,” Ser Tyland interrupts as he laughs mockingly. “The great military mind of the Citadel. Do remind me—”

Oh gods can this get any more childish?

Here instead of questioning the ruler they bicker with each other.

“This council must rediscover the discipline it lately had if its to be of any use,” Alicent thankfully shuts them up.

“The Riverlands are the key to the war,” Ser Criston moves the meeting forward over his rattling armor. “Harrenhal is the key to the Riverlands. I will ride out with those I can muster here. Men I know, men I’ve trained.”

Your interest finally piques and you push yourself off the wall to lean your ear close to the gaps on the wall that look in the council room.

“You need time to raise the numbers to challenge the Rivermen,” Alicent makes a smart point, but Ser Criston doesn’t seem to see it that way.

“Speed is my ally. I will turn the Crownland houses who declared for Rhaenyra to our cause. We will add their numbers to our own then turn west. Where I will enlist the Brackens, subdue the Riverlands, and take Harrenhal.”

Well, that’s a mighty goal. Smart yet a bit far-fetched.

“So impatient to ride with so few men,” Alicent says. “So like to be destroyed by the first stronghold you meet. A bold scheme indeed.”

Yes, especially because Daemon is also currently going to take the Riverlands as well.

“Well, the gods favor the bold,” Ser Criston quips a stupid comment that Alicent thankfully strikes down.

“They did not favor Ser Arryk.”

Ser Criston chuckles before he turns to get the favor from a war-thirsty mongrel. “What say you, my King?”

“And you’ll take Aemond and Vhagar?” Aegon asks, making you hold your breath out of anticipation as to what the response will be.

“Vhagar will remain here,” Ser Criston immediately lets you breathe, and doesn’t let the running thoughts that were building up, rush out and make a mess in your mind—“to defend the city.”

“Good. To war then,” Aegon exclaims, making Ser Criston hum in agreement and get the approval he was seeking for from the king.

“I’ll come, too, with Sunfyre,” Aegon continues making your lips twitch.

“Aegon,” Alicent calls out in protest.

“Your Grace.”

“You’ll need a dragon,” Aegon quickly throws out, making Ser Criston argue back.

“My plan is not to draw attention.”

“And-and what will you do if you encounter one or more of Rhaenyra’s dragons?” Aegon asks and you can’t help but answer in your mind that he’ll hopefully die.

“She’ll want to answer for Ser Arryk,” Aegon adds.

“We will be more like to encounter one if we field one of our own,” Ser Criston tries to make it clear to Aegon.

“That is precisely why you must remain, brother,” Aemond says calmly which actually surprises you. You would’ve thought he would volunteer to fight with Vhagar. “It’s a brave thought, but we cannot risk your loss.”

You smile in amusement at his words obviously not laced with genuine care.

“I’m as fearsome as any of them,” Aegon argues, making you stifle your laugh during the short and awkward silence that follows.

“We must also raise the matter on…” Lord Jasper interjects hesitantly after. “The Princess’s arrival. It is ominous, to say the least, and suspicious considering how much Rhaenyra coddles her children. We must press her for what she knows. If it’s true that she has switched loyalties—”

“No,” Aemond counters, making your heart skip a beat. “You will not do such a thing. I will talk to my wife.”

“We have already discussed all the matters with the princess herself,” Alicent interjects. “Her dragon will be put in the dragonpit, and we will keep a watchful eye on her.”

No tongues rise on the matter because no one wants to face Aemond’s wrath because he, unlike Aegon, has proven himself to be fearsome.

Nevertheless, you use this as your cue to leave and return to your quarters before you can be caught, finding it a much easier venture back than when you came. You surely do relieve Vanessa of any stress she harbored as she dramatically over-worried herself that you would get yourself lost.

“We should head out now,” you don’t take a moment to catch your breath or write the first letter to your mother about what you just heard.

“Is everything all right?” Vanessa queries.

You take Aerion from her and nod. “Things are as good as they will be at the moment. I need to send a letter to my mother to let her know what Ser Criston is going to do. Hopefully, Aemond is not clinging today.”

“We can always find a way to part from him,” Vanessa looks at the bright side. “It does not seem like he will be around much with this war needing constant attention.”

You scoff as you walk out of your room. “You would be surprised,” you mutter in return.

The moment you are out of your room and head to Helaena’s new chambers, you feel a sense of nervousness knot your already nauseous stomach, and rush through your veins to the point your hands begin to tremble at the thought of facing Helaena; seeing her grief, and seeing her pair of twins be left to one child.

It was not so long ago when you would both escape to your little Island with your dragons and her children. Now those are tainted memories of what she doesn’t have anymore.

What if she thinks you betrayed her and hates you for it?

You would understand, you would obviously try and explain that it wasn’t you so she knows she’s not alone in her grief, that she has you in the same way she has had you for the past year, but ultimately you would not blame her. It was Daemon, your family, your infamous side who killed her child.

Yet no matter how much your thoughts pester you, or how much you want to turn tail and return to your quarters, you’re more daring when it comes to her. You do hesitate a moment as you stand outside of her door with Aerion in your arms, but after beating down what’s making you hesitate, you knock and let your presence know.

Silence passes for a few minutes making you think you came too late, but then a few seconds later the door is opened by one of her ladies-in-waiting, leaving a clear view of her to you, and you to her.

“Good morning,” you greet softly as you walk in, seeing her put down what she’s sewing before she slowly meets your gaze with puffy eyes, but no tears brimming within. Her grief is clearly painted but it does not seem to bring her down like you thought it would. Still, you don’t feel any less guilty or sorry.

“Good morning,” she greets in return and then finds your son in your arms. “Good morning to you Aerion.”

The baby watches her before his eyes dart to Jaehaera and he becomes instantly infatuated with the little girl, so much so that he throws himself back against you out of glee.

“Someone’s happy to see you,” you direct at Jaehaera approaching you.

“Me?” She points at her chest and then flashes a grin that grows wider when you crouch so Aerion can be at her level.

“Hello Aerion,” she tells the baby and gently grabs his hand, making the baby firmly grab onto her.

“I missed you,” she tells him and shakes his little fist, making him slowly try and bring her hand to his mouth.

“He’s strong,” she comments with a giggle before she pulls her hand away and looks at you. “Can I play with him?”

“He’s a babe,” Helaena points out to her daughter, making her sigh.

“Well,” you try to console her. “He can sit with you and he can happily watch you play while he plays with some of toys of his own. You have to wait until he’s older so he can play with you.”

Jaehaera frowns, but she doesn’t argue. “All right then.”

You flash her a smile and stand to your given height to give Aerion to one of the wetnurses, so they can take the children to a different corner of the room while you talk to Helaena before your breakfast gets here.

“I planned to have breakfast a bit unexpectedly, I hope that’s all right,” you direct at Helaena who is watching her daughter for a moment before her eyes drift back to you.

“There’s no problem,” she assures you, making you nod gently before you grab your hands and fiddle with your fingers as you carefully think of what to say.

“Helaena,” you whisper, making her hum to probe innocently.

Before you can continue you briefly glance at her sitting on a couch before you go and sit next to her, making her turn to face you as you continue to struggle with how to tell her everything you feel in the bottom of your heart.

“I…I’m sorry,” you say what you have already told so many people, yet it’s not something you will get tired of saying because you can’t help or ignore your guilt, nor does this grief end. It keeps coming and coming.

“I’m sorry for what happened to Jaehaerys,” your voice quivers, and tears, the one thing you are tired of, well in your eyes, making them sting. “I’m sorry for what happened to you.”

Helaena’s eyes fall on her hands, and her lips fall to a small frown that only tears at your wounded heart even more.

“I know it must be hard, but I cannot be here and not come tell you that I am deeply sorry,” you continue as she stays quiet, and slowly reach for her hand. You know she’s not fond of intimacy, but you don’t overstep, you just drop your hand on hers, and she doesn’t move it away at that moment. Her hands stiffen but she lets you hold her hand.

“You and your children did not deserve that, he did not deserve that. I’m sorry,” you add softly, making her trail her eyes up to meet yours.

“But it is not your fault,” she says and surprises you. “You did not do it. Why are you sorry?”

You part your lips but can’t muster a thing, instead, you drop your head and lick the salty tears that roll down your cheeks and fall on your lips.

“Because it was not fair,” you bring up what you feel. “Because…it was a cruel thing to do, and agonizing to go through. Because…I know who sent those killers to you.”

A silence follows where Helaena slips her hand over yours and carefully wraps your hand with hers, making you blink repeatedly in disbelief before you meet her gaze with that same emotion in your eyes.

“It was still not your fault,” she presses ever so sweetly. “You did not send those killers, nor did you commit the act. I do not blame you, nor do I hate you.”

Your breath catches and a smile slowly tugs on your lips as your tense body eases with the relief that washes over you.

“I’m here for you, you know that? If you need someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on, I’m here for you. Always. I love you Helaena.”

She nods softly and offers you the sweetest smile that reminds you of the sweetest spring days. “I know,” she whispers.

You don’t expect her to say it in return, but you know her true feelings with the hand still wrapped around you.

“Why are you here though?” She suddenly blurts.

“I-I,” you pause out of confusion, but give her a clear answer. “I’m here for you.”

Helaena shakes her head and pulls her hand away. “You are not listening, why are you here? You should not have come.”

Your tears dry, and your confusion leaves no trace of the joy you were just beginning to feel

“I see it,” she presses and leans towards you. “A crown on a black veil.” She nods as if that helped you in some way. It only leaves you lost and a bit concerned.

“Okay…” you just give her the satisfaction of an answer to not leave things awkward. “Breakfast should be—”

And just as you’re going to finish, the doors open and servants with breakfast come in.

“I think Aemond missed you,” Helaena interjects while the breakfast is being placed. “And Aerion. He had his cradle moved after what happened with Jaehaerys.”

“Yes,” you mumble. “So I saw.”

Helaena gets off her seat and you mirror her to follow her to the round table, finding that breakfast looks unappetizing. The food looks good, but the nauseousness you feel is still lingering within you.

“Helaena I was thinking perhaps you could accompany me to select my new sworn protector,” you fill the silence as you take a seat. “I think getting out of your room and taking some air would be nice. Besides, I think a nice stroll in the gardens afterward would be nice, the weather is agreeable.”

Helaena sits beside you rather than in any other empty seat and looks at you before she queries. “What of the new Kingsguard that Aegon appointed? Why don’t you pick one of them?”

You meet her gaze and giggle before you look at the tea you requested getting placed in front of you. “No,” you put it simply. “One, that would be pretty foolish and Aemond would never allow that.”

She hums and the corner of her lips twitches. “I’m sure if Aemond could, he would be stuck to you like a shadow.”

You laugh softly and nod. “He tries.”

“I hope you and him reconcile,” she says. “It’s nice seeing him laugh with you.”

You swallow thickly and answer honestly. “I think it will be hard forgiving him for what he did.”

She hums and says one last thing. “Just do not wait too long, okay?”

Your heart skips a beat and your eyebrows furrow but you offer her a soft smile and nod. “Okay.”

She holds your gaze a second longer before she reaches over to serve herself some food. You try and do the same, but your stomach stops you from really desiring anything.

Helaena notices your reluctance and interjects as she leans toward you. “You should eat, it’s not good for the babes if you do not.”

Your eyes widen and slowly meet her gaze expressing only utter disbelief. “What?” You deadpan.

All Helaena does is offer you a simple smile before she starts eating, leaving you overcome with confusion, even if deep down what she said starts to make sense; Your over-exhaustion, your stomachaches, and headaches.

And it would track, Aemond and you did have sex before you left for Dragonstone, but…Cregan and you…

No…that’s a possibility you do not want to think about, and he’s always careful, and you…did not take Moontea this time, but it can’t be true, him being related is especially not true.

IF what Helaena said was true the babes are Aemond’s. And that’s even if Helaena is telling the truth, sometimes she has the tendency to say things that don’t make sense. Just like this, it's all just a jumble of words.

You will choose to believe that until you talk to someone who can actually prove it. Until then you pay all your focus on your breakfast with Helaena and keep yourself even more busy with choosing your sworn protector already discreetly picked by Daemon of all people.

You did not think he would care that much as to pay someone to keep you and your son safe, but here you are now standing on a balcony over a courtyard, hearing metal sing over the chaos playing all about the castle as men prepare to go to war with Ser Criston.

Usually, men just line up, and someone shares their achievements and a summary of how they became so high ranked and so on, but that all sounded so boring and you have lacked fun so you chose for a not-so-commonly picked choice and had them just demonstrate their skill.

“Perhaps there’s no need for such a show of violence,” Helaena gives her opinion as she stays back in her seat. “Go with the man Aemond wants you to pick.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “No,” you deadpan and cross your arms over the railing to lean your head over and watch as a man with short black curly hair suddenly pulls his cloak off to hurl it at his opponent and blind him.

You grin at his quick thinking and watch this tall, well-built man kick his opponent back while he’s blinded and trying to take the cloak off his face, resulting in the cloak to slip off but a few seconds too late because the intriguing man pulls out a dagger and thrust forward.

Albeit the opponent blocks his attempts with his arm, making you unfold your arms to press your hands on the cold stone and push yourself forward out of excitement.

The man proceeds to use his arm to dismantle his opponent's block by shoving his arm away, before he quickly grabs his arm and spins around him to be able to wrap his other arm around his opponent's neck, and point the tip of his dagger at an artery; with that finishing the last match, and making you beam and clap.

“Well fought!” You exclaim, causing the man to let go of his opponent so they can both face you and bow their heads. “What’s your name Ser?”

The man you called on lifts his head and you meet the most mesmerizing blue eyes that remind you of the bluest sea water.

“Ser Jason Waters, Princess,” he announces, making your grin twitch as you realize that this tall man below is the man Daemon hired for you.

“A bastard from King’s Landing,” the commander beside you whispers in your ear as if that affects his quick thinking or his battle experience—“Go with Ser Aldous from the Crownlands. That’s the man your Lord husband thought capable. He has battle experience, and he is well-honed.”

You scoff and give him the same attitude you just gave Helaena. “I do not care what my Lord Husband wants, and bastard or not that does not affect Ser Jason’s skill. Tell me his triumphs.”

The man hesitates but responds with what you asked for. “He fought at the Stepstones when he was ten-and-six with Prince Daemon until the war ended.”

You look over to flash the man a smile as you hit your palms on the stone. “See, he has battle experience too.” You look back at the man and focus your eyes on the scar that travels from the right corner of his forehead and all across his face to end on the left corner of his jaw.

“Tell me, Ser Jason, how did you get your scar?” You probe with genuine curiosity. “My grandfather Lord Corlys says a scar is always a story. What is your story?”

Ser Jason huffs lightly and glances down with a small smile that carves adorable and deep dimples on his cheeks.

“I,” he clears his throat and bats his lashes before he faces you. “I fought a Dothraki Screamer after I departed from the Stepstones.”

Your eyes widen and you quickly poke him for more with a bit too much excitement. “A Dothraki Screamer? Really?!”

He nods. “He almost took my face but I ended up winning,” he boasts with a shy smile. “Not that I am saying it was easy. It was…it was difficult.”

Your smile widens at his stumble of words before you look at the Commander. “Has Ser Aldous fought a Dothraki screamer and won?”

The commander sighs and argues. “But Prince Aemond—”

“I will make sure Prince Aemond does not take his anger out on you. I made this choice, I am capable of choosing a worthy protector for me and my child,” you interject to assure him, but then Helaena breaks her silence by calling your name before giving her opinion.

“Maybe you should listen to Aemond. I do not think Ser Jason is a wise choice.”

Her eyes snap to the man she can see through the gaps of the railing, and draws in a deep short breath before meeting your gaze and breathing out.

“You worry,” you tell her. “Just like, my Aemond. It’s okay.”

Helaena holds your gaze for a second longer with a very hard and pressuring look before she drops her head and nods stiffly.

“Let me just close this matter up and we can go for our stroll,” you assure her and return your attention to Ser Jason. “I will see you on the Morrow for your first day, Ser Jason. Thank you. And thank you to the rest of you, do not worry I am sure your skill will still be needed, I will make sure to recommend you to good positions.”

The other knights bow their heads to express their gratitude, but you focus on the man in the middle and understand now why Daemon chose him of all people to protect you and Aerion while you’re here in the jaws of the enemy. He’s well-traveled and has been holding a sword since he was a boy.

You have to give Daemon his flowers for this one thing.

“Thank you, Princess,” Ser Jason speaks up with his head raised and a crooked smile on his lips. “You bring me a great honor. I will protect you and yours with my life. I will not let you down. I will guard you even from the shadows that lurk in the night, and the cowards who call themselves men.”

You offer him a faint appreciative smile and as his crooked smile falls to a soft and gentle one, his blue eyes seem to deepen more, bringing this innocent look on his face that slowly pulls your smile down as you’re reminded of your sweet brother, Lucerys.

He would have been Lord if he had lived to be older. He could have had many different dangerous experiences like this man, he could have grown as sweet looking as this man, and held great achievements like this man, but he can’t. He was taken before he could really live a life of his own. Now you’re left just looking at this man below and getting reminded of what can’t flourish because Aemond made sure to kill it.

“Thank you, Ser Jason,” you offer the man softer than before and give him one last smile before you turn to try and leave. However, before you can you catch this certain familiar gleam in his eyes that steals your attention for a lingering second before you rip your eyes away and finally give Helaena all your attention.

“Now my Sweet aunt,” you probe as you hold your hands before you. “Why do you doubt Ser Jason?”

Helaena glances at you with a bit of surprise because you’re asking her for her thoughts that others would have disregarded.

“I just,” she says and turns her head away as she holds her hands. “I have a bad feeling about him.”

You take in what she says and quickly try to reassure her. “It’s normal to doubt people now more than ever, we are at war and tragedy has befallen everyone, but we cannot live our lives paranoid. But I will tell you what, I will be cautious, okay?”

Helaena nods softly and you add a remark. “Plus, the knight Aemond picked was old don’t you think?”

Helaena giggles and nods. “He was.”

“I’m sure it was done on purpose,” you comment on your husband's jealousy.

“You think?” Helaena asks, making you nod with a teasing smile playing on your lips.

“I know so. Now,” you change the subject to something she likes. “Tell me what have you caught as of late?”

Helaena’s shoulders release from their tense hold and her eyes glimmer for the first time. “I caught fireflies the other day by the pond, but I think they’re too beautiful to keep, so I let them go.”

You hum and feed her interests. “They are quite fascinating, they’re like little stars.”

She hums and carefully holds some of your fingers, making your heart happily skip a beat. “Did you know that they flash their lights for different stuff? Like when they’re trying to attract a mate, or deceiving others,” she muses. “And many people mistake them for flies or bugs, but they are beetles in truth.”

You hum. “I did not know that,” you share.

“Well, now you do.”

You giggle and nod. “Yes, I do. Now I think if I could be any insect I think I would be an orchid mantis. They are very beautiful.”

Helaena laughs softly and lolls her head towards you. “You’re funny.” She says, making you smirk.

You end up taking the long way to the gardens and find yourselves walking through the training yard that is flooded with men all preparing to go off to war, but halting the moment they all spot Queen Helaena walking by. All except for one man in bulky silver and green armor; he walks away from his horse with a half-smug smile on his face. And it's only when you get closer that you start to predict who he might be just going off the flaming tower on his chest plate.

“My Queen,” he finally pays his respects and bows his head. “And…” he leaves room for you to introduce yourself, and you do, making his eyes brighten and the smile turn more smug.

“Ah, the Realms Golden Girl, how nice it is to meet you at long last,” he rolls out of his tongue with a sense of cheekiness, but not filled with deceit, more so like he’s trying to seduce you.

But, as charming as he does speak, he can’t reel you in. You smile, but you also glance at Helaena in confusion, yet she doesn’t seem to understand you asking for help, so the man before you bows his head at you before he finally introduces himself; “I am Ser Gwayne Hightower.”

Ah, Alicent’s brother.

“It is an honor to meet you. I have heard a great deal about you,” you just say out of respect but you could care less even if he is a bit handsome for a Hightower.

“Hm,” he hums with a growing smirk. “In all my comings and goings never have I met such an enchanting beauty,” he flatters you and you can’t help but show off a shy smile—“my nephew is a lucky man.”

You scoff softly and he leans closer. “I am going off to battle with the Lord's Hand…”

You scoff at the title given to such an unqualified man and he seems to catch your drift and matches your mocking smile before he continues.

“I would fight more fiercely if you granted me your hand,” he speaks smoothly, but you still don’t fall prey to his attempts. Albeit you do give him your hand and watch him gently bring your hand up to his lips to press a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

Once he lets go of you his smug smirk deepens.

“I wish you well in your travels, Ser, I hope to see you again,” you offer him even if deep down you do not mean it at all and you pray and hope for his and all their downfalls. “Now if you will excuse me, the Queen and I have to go.”

“Of course.” He bows his head at you before drifting his attention to Helaena one more time. “My Queen.”

She offers him a faint smile before she pulls you away with her to finally get away from the clustered place and walk through quieter spaces until you both find joy and peace in the castle gardens.

Winter is coming, like the Stark’s like to say, but the garden does not lack life. It’s a lively contrast to the chaos ascending everywhere, and a peaceful escape where you can admire the vibrant autumn flowers that show their beauty off like stars at night. The trees are bare with the leaves rusting and breaking away, but the vibrant leaf colors that litter the ground steal the attention from its emptiness. The only thing that does make the garden feel lackluster is the lack of roses. They don’t bloom like they do Winterfell.

“Look,” Helaena calls for your attention and makes you tear your gaze away from the calm sea in the distance. “An orchid.” She shows off the beautiful light pink flower before she drops it on your lap. “Now you’re one step closer to becoming an orchid mantis.”

You burst out laughing and she giggles with you.

“You know,” you add after you catch your breath. “I have this gown I have been meaning to wear. It has blue winter roses embroidered on the corset and on the borderlines of the skirt. It is very beautiful. We should have a gown designed for you of your favorite flower so we could show off together.”

Helaena hums and nods. “I would like that.”

“Good.” You say with a smile and stand back up to continue down the gardens, coming to find Lord Larys Strong wandering around the pond.

“Your Grace. Princess,” he greets and bows his head.

You offer him a faint smile in return and steal a glance around before addressing him. “Enjoying the kind weather?”

He hums. “Making the best of it before winter comes.”

“All we will get is light snows and bitter winds this far South,” you bring up and walk closer to him with Helaena falling behind. “We will live.”

“I suppose winters here don’t compare to those in the North,” he says, and you shake your head lightly before peering back to watch Helaena slowly make her way to you.

“I would just like to say that it is odd seeing you and Prince Aemond be so estranged,” he says and slowly drifts back to him. “Not long ago you were almost inseparable.”

You avert your gaze and purse your lips together before you mutter your comment. “Well, sadly there are matters that create a strain.”

“I am sorry to hear about your brother's passing, it was such a tragic affair.”

Your eyes snap up and rather than expressing gratitude, you hardened your gaze to pass him a warning glare so he can tread carefully.

“Marriage is a complicated thing, more so with a war that tears your gaze between two sides, and secrets that lurk beneath the surface,” he doesn’t listen, he’s bold, so you lift your chin and make your glare more menacing.

Lord Larys catches the threat behind your glare and checks that Helaena is distracted by what’s in the pond before he quietly brings a point to this babble.

“I just hope Prince Aemond’s frequent brothel visits are not the secret truly keeping you apart.”

Your heart drops and every attempt to be seen as menacing falls flat. Instead, anguish begins to surface, it takes your attention and leaves you lost in thought for the rest of the day.

And you know you have no reason to be upset after you lay with Cregan. You shouldn’t care because you hate Aemond after he killed Lucerys, but knowing he went to see other women, imagining him kissing another woman, and picturing him looking at them the same way he looks at you; like there’s only you and no one else, like you’re all that’s beautiful in the world, crushes your heart.

You don’t want him touching anyone else with the same gentle touch he blesses you with. You don’t want someone else tasting the sweetness of his lips, or seeing how completely vulnerable and loving he can be. You don’t like that someone else is seeing parts of him that are only meant for you. You don’t want him to admire someone the way he admires you.

You want to be the only one he finds beautiful, you want him to only love you, just like it always has been. You don’t want to share him.

Yet you also can’t be so selfish. You know what you did, and the bad thing is you don’t regret it. You shouldn’t expect loyalty when you broke it first. You can’t be seething in jealousy when you were the one who kissed another man and became intimate with him. That’s selfish too, and you can’t be selfish.

But oh!

You can’t stop tormenting yourself with images of Aemond kissing other women, and other women kissing him. You see it in the books you try to read to keep yourself distracted and hear the sounds of his pleasure in the crackle of the fires that gives light to your chambers and also keeps it warm. You’re tormented by the ugliness that is jealousy, and also getting torn apart between not deserving to be jealous. And him coming into the room does not make it easier because now you’re also plagued by memories of what he did.

You’ll probably find yourself broken down soon enough.

“Where’s Aerion?” Aemond asks first as he takes some weight off him by putting his sword aside.

“With your mother,” you deadpan and flip mindlessly through a different book. “She wanted to spend time with him and Jaehaera.”

Aemond hums and he then approaches you to lean over the couch and try and give you a peck on the cheek, but you lean away, leaving his lips to meet a cold emptiness.

He proceeds to linger the way you left him before he purses his lips and steps away with a deep sigh.

“I see you are still playing at that game,” he says boldly and pulls your attention away from the book to lift your head and focus on nothing in particular as you run over what just came out of his mouth.

When you know you heard him right a crease carves in between your eyebrows as they pinch together, your eyes narrow and almost seem to emit flames with the rage that makes you forget the purpose you really came. That’s all meaningless now as you shut the book and throw it on the couch before you get up and spin around to snap back. “Game? Is this some jest to you, Aemond?”

Said man slips his eyepatch off and throws it on the table, choosing not to feed the dragon he already stirred awake.

“Tell me? Was killing my brother some game to you?” You don’t hold back and march around the couch to get closer, but he keeps getting away as he works to take his leather vest off.

“Is my grief, my guilt, some game to you? You know I-I couldn’t even face my mother, or-or Rhaena, because of what you did? I blamed myself!” You throw at his back which moves further and further away. “Is that funny? Do you think I can just forget and pretend everything is alright? Like-like you did not break my heart in the worst way possible?!”

Aemond finally stops walking away, but he doesn’t turn around or speak, and that only triggers your anger to get more heated.

“Aemond?” You call out so you can get something, a hum if that’s what he wants to give, whatever, you just want a response to let you know he’s paying attention.

“Tell me. Is all I am, is all I feel is some game to you?”

His head slowly lowers, and angry tears form in your eyes while you start to believe what you’re accusing him of in his lingering silence.

“Tell me…because if I am…” you trail off and don’t finish because you fear accepting that it will be true. “Aemond,” you call out again in a broken voice and with a burning glare that falters while you storm over to him and stop halfway. “Aemond,” you whisper before your nose furls and you cry out desperately and with frustration laced within. “Aemond!”

Said man slowly turns on his heels with his eye glossy and downcast, his lips out in a pout, and his eyebrows formed in a shaky furrow.

“No,” is what he says under his breath but doesn’t dare look you in the eyes, he’s like a wounded boy filled with fear. Not of what lurks in the shadows, or of some great fear; he’s afraid of what will come out of the scolding, afraid that he will be received with disappointment and a cold shoulder.

“No what?” You press to know and step closer. “No I’m not some joke to you, or no you did not mean to betray me in that way?”

“Bloodshed was inevitable, if not me, it would’ve been someone else,” he brings out his first excuse.

“Okay,” you whisper and nod in understanding while you turn away and hold your hands as you take in what he said. “Okay.”

“You are not a joke,” he responds to your other question as he finally breaks away from the spot he was stuck to. “My intention was not to hurt you. You know that. You of all people in this fucking world is all that matters to me. Ever since I was young and got pushed around for being different. You,” he makes that word clear with a sense of a deep meaning, no deceit, devotion and passion. “I did not want to hurt you. I did not mean what I did…” he trails off in a whisper that wouldn’t have been audible if the room wasn’t cast in silence.

Yet does that really mean anything now that he did it? He can’t take back what he did, he can’t bring back Lucerys because he did not mean it. It still hurts and he can’t take that pain away with those words.

“All those times,” your voice quivers as your heart speaks for you. “…I spent missing you, wanting to come back home to you, and for what?” You say to the tension in the room and hear his lips part before his steps hit the ground louder and louder as he makes his way before you.

When you’re face to face, heart facing the others heart, his long and slender fingers reach for your face, but because of the violence done to you in the past days you pull your head back, making his hands freeze and tense for a second before he tries again and this time makes contact with your warm cheeks, providing more warmth that you can’t help but melt into.

You do hesitate looking into his eye because you know what you will see will only make your heart sing, but he demands your attention and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. At that moment letting you see the sweet man you have always loved, a soft and enamored man who shows his tender affection in his eye that gleams like the full moon itself.

“I sent you letters,” he brings up softly and glances at your lips as his breath catches.

You part your lips and feel a desire slowly take hold of you, but you are not done, he can’t just shut you up with sweet words, so you quickly rebuttal with an icy quip. “Full of empty words.”

You resisted what you otherwise would have fallen trap to and reel away from Aemond to face him with a serious look that falters between anguish.

“But what could I expect? You only wrote for 1 year when I was in Winterfell…”

“That again,” he mutters and drops his hands on his thighs as he shakes his head.

You scoff and nod angrily. “Yes, this again! Because I waited, you were my best friend! And I was alone! All I wanted was reassurance from you, and you left me alone…and now all I wanted was you to tell me what you feel, I would have loved the truth, but,” you pause and feign a laugh. “You led me on like you did nothing. Like you were doing nothing when in reality you killed my brother and lay with whores,” you spat out. You did not mean to. You wanted to hold it just for the sake of not sounding bitchy and hypocritical, but it hurts not knowing why HE did what he did.

Was he looking for just one little excuse to be with someone else? Have you not been enough? Were you not giving him enough attention? Enough love? Are you not beautiful enough for him?

It’s true you talked to Cregan in your year here, but only as friends before and after you married Aemond. You missed him but only when you felt alone here, but after Aemond made you feel loved, Cregan was a sweet memory of a first love. And now? You were hurt, you wanted to feel loved after getting your heart torn from your chest. You do not regret because that will tear you apart, and you do not want to deny what you did. You did it; you take responsibility for it, you won’t regret it especially because you felt happy in a dark tormenting storm…

But Aemond?

“Who told you?” He demands to know and at that moment proves Lord Larys’ accusation right.

“It does not matter who told me,” you sneer through gritted teeth. “You did it…You do it.”

Aemond drops his eye and his lips curl to a snarl before he answers firmly. “Not since you returned.”

You shouldn’t but you feel like someone is just crushing your heart.

“No…then what about last night? When you left.” You press for more even if the little voice in your head is telling you to stop fishing for more.

“You did not want to see me, remember?” He sasses you. “Was I supposed to stay here just to have you glaring at me?”

You snap your eyes to him and narrow your glare, making him avert his gaze and answer quieter.

“I was with Ser Criston for a time before I took care of those men that shot at your dragon while our son was strapped on your chest.”

The corner of your lips twitch, but that does nothing to win you over.

“And the other times,” he continues and takes a step forward to close the gap left between you by grabbing your face and forcing you to meet his gaze. “Meant nothing. It was nothing but comfort while I was tormented. I did not touch her the way I touch you, I did not kiss her in any way, my heart, my lips are yours. I am yours. It meant nothing,” he makes clear by pouring out his heart, and bringing tears to your eyes.

Yet your tears aren’t out of relief that he gifted you the confession that his heart only yearns for you. You start to cry out of guilt and…regret.

You did not want to feel regret. It was a cemented knowledge, but you are the bad person here. You are horrible for becoming one flesh with another man, for feeling love and appreciation for someone else who is not your husband. Perhaps what Aemond did was bad too, his affair was emotional, but that night your heart belonged to Cregan, and now…if what Helaena said was true then your sin might come to life.

How could you be so horrible?

Why did you have to dig for the truth? It would have been better if you just simmered in your jealousy, but now?

Gods.

You turn your head away to not face him, but he just moves his head in search of your teary eyes. And when he finds your gaze he wipes the tears off your cheeks and parts his lips. Yet nothing comes out but a punctured breath as his eye grows tender and bright like the stars and the moon that reign the sky, but infinitely more beautiful, and just for you to admire and cherish.

Profound enamourment also fills his eye and only works to make his confession of love louder without any need for words.

If only you could give it all in return. You can’t share that intense love because resentment and hatred are still very much alive in your heart. Besides, now guilt for what you did takes a space within you, only further pushing that affection.

“Come with me,” he beckons, much to your surprise.

“Where?” You ask.

“Out,” he only surprises you more. “In the city.”

You scoff. Is he being serious? Or is this some jest? He says the city at night is for delinquents to rage, you always have to force him out with you to do something fun.

“We shouldn’t, I—”

“Now it’s you who’s protesting,” he cuts you off with the corner of his lips perked. “Just come with me for the night. Please.”

You lower your face and remark. “You do not like going into the city. I always have to beg you to come out at night. Then again you have been out, so.” you remark bitterly.

Aemond slides his hands down to hold your shoulders and even if he is annoyed at your remark he insists. “I…just want to show you some fun,” he uses your own persuading words against you purposely.

“Aemond,” you protest and he grabs your face again to pull you towards him, making your eyes flicker to his lips just a hairsbreadth away, calling for your warmth and taste to reunite and mold back together like a missing puzzle piece.

“Please,” he insists softly and pulls away to offer you his hand.

You glance at his hand offering you an attempt at a rekindle and then look back at his eye and the sapphire glimmering against the candlelight, and it's almost like it's giving a hopeful glow in the same way his eye, his lips, and eyebrows express the hope that you will accept.

A part of you says no, you will worsen your guilt, and it won’t be fun if you’re bitter and hold resentment with each word, but also another part of you is too curious and intrigued by the fact that he's the one offering you a night out first and not the other way around.

Both sides fight a short bloody fight, with one choice coming out triumphant. But deep down was it so hard to choose?

As if attracted to a dark calling of temptation you give him your hand.

A/N- No don’t take us out into the city Aemond, you’re so sexy and smitten aha 🫣

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kedsandtubesocks · 2 months ago

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Dragon!Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

summary: there’s a creature lurking behind your family’s lake cabin, but what will you do when it decides to start following you around?

written for @quinnnfabrgay-writes & @hauntedhowlett-writes #MONSTERSMASH24 challenge

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, human/monster relationship, magic transformation & magic elements, mention of drug consumption, one brief scare of possible animal attack, smutty thoughts, monster!smut, voyeurism/consensual voyeurism , masturbation (f), scent kink, oral (f receiving), mentions of mating, light size kink, monster!dick humping, no use of y/n, sweet & chaotic!Dieter

word count: 4.5k

a/n: so yeah I can’t believe I wrote this & I’M SO SORRY for posting it on the very last day of the challenge (pls forgive me) but here are are lol omg biggest thank you to @hauntedhowlett & @ahauntedcowboy for letting me scream about this, and to you, if you decide to read this, thank you so much ♡

The cozy cabin would be your home for the next few weeks during your break away from school before the new semester starts. You needed to get away, clear your head. It’s why your mom suggested taking a nice trip away to the family cabin your grandparents owned. Now the solitude, the comfort of the lake and the forest, all of it sounds healing.

Your luggage still sits inside and the place needs to be cleaned up a bit… but you happily stand on the patio looking out to glimmering water. The lake’s reflective dance and the stretching forest off to the side cloaking the cabin in a rustic dream make you exhale comforted.

Until sudden rustling comes off to the side among the bushes. Your eyes flicker, rapidly scanning the area.

“Beware of bears!” Your grandpa had joked on the phone, but he’s right. The wilderness held dangerous creatures.

You just never assumed a mythical beast would be one of them.

A dragon slowly lifts its head up from behind a shrub, and you wonder if you’re imagining things. A piece of you even thinks this is maybe a bad internet trend or prank video you’re caught in.

The dragon is beautiful with sleek horns. The scales shimmer a unique rustic ash color. But now with the hints of sunlight leaking through the trees the color on the scales become almost reflective of a duo chrome peacock green. The unflinching sharp eyes blinking at you are a deep tiger's eye gem brown.

“Don’t scream.” A voice suddenly says and you realize -

It’s the dragon talking.

“Is this a prank?” You blurt out worried about possibly being on a bad TikTok.

“If it is, it would be a really fucking good prank now that I think about it.” The dragon’s mouth barely moves, but you know it’s him speaking.

His voice is clearly human, smooth and aware.

“That’s a good animatronic then.” You nervously comment.

“I’m not an animatronic!” The dragon huffs even flaring his eyes upset. “I’m a real man! Or… dragon fuck. This is confusing.”

Slowly, you walk cautiously and backwards back to the cabin door.

“No wait!” The dragon rushes out of the bushes and the rest of his body follows revealing an intimidating creature, including a tail flickering nervously.

It seems real, doesn’t seem like a puppet, and you think something that moves this fluid can’t possibly be some robot left in the woods.

“I’m Dieter fucking Bravo. You gotta help me!” His voice becomes panicked, louder, scaring you.

You scramble back into the cabin, slam the door and try settling down. Because there possibly might be a real dragon outside your door.

After that you stay locked inside the cabin, almost afraid to move.

You swear soft whines come from outside the window, but you refuse to check and possibly find monster eyes gleaming out from the woods.

Once you’re calmed, you remember what the creature said.

The dragon yelled that he was Dieter Bravo. And the name sounds vaguely familiar.

So grabbing your phone, you start googling.

The news rushes in, bombarding you.

Oscar Winner Dieter Bravo Still Missing

You click the first article.

“Dieter Bravo is an eccentric man to say the least. But after two months with no communication to even his agents, people are now starting to get worried…”

No fucking way.

The more you deep dive, the more you become entangled in this web of the missing actor.

There’s even conspiracy theories arguing he was abducted by aliens.

“No guys he’s just filming that new marvel movie remember” someone comments on the YouTube video you watch.

That creature said he was Dieter Bravo. You can’t wrap your mind around the possibility the beast is the same man.

So the next morning, when the sun barely peeks through the clouds, you step outside. You glance around finding no sign of the dragon.

Even getting braver you walk off the patio and check around the cabin.

“Can I have some of whatever you cooked yesterday cause it smelled fucking amazing.”

You almost scream hearing the sudden inquisitive and smooth voice. The dragon’s snout peeks out from behind a thicket of trees, and sharp inquisitive eyes intently stare you down.

“You said you’re Dieter Bravo.” You demand surprisingly firm.

“It’s ‘cause I am!” He urges franticly, now whipping his full head up to stare at you. It’s a mind melt having a full on discussion with a dragon.

“What if you just ate him?” You narrow your eyes, still not convinced.

The dragon shrieks insulted and raises its head up more.

“I didn’t! Unless you count the times I bite my lip and swallow the dead skin or whatever!”

Soon the dragon starts listing off facts like Dieter’s birthday, the secret tattoo he has on his ass, he even says who his agent’s name is. It’s all rather convincing.

“Look,” he sighs, annoyed and lowers his head. “I was staying at one of the luxury cabins way the fuck past the hiking trails and wandered away… then I found some magic looking mushrooms by a tree and-”

“You ate unknown mushrooms from the forest?!” You interject sharp.

“They looked really good!” He whines. “And how was I to know they were actually real fucking magic mushrooms that would turn me into this?!” The dragon whips its scaled tail around to emphasize his point.

You almost get knocked off your feet.

So this dragon really is actor Dieter Bravo.

“How have you stayed hidden this long?” You ask stunned.

“Cause I’m a pro champion winner of hide and seek, duh.” He scoffs proud. “Plus there’s an abandoned bear cave I’ve started renting, and nobody has been out here for weeks.”

“That is until you showed up.” The dragon nudges towards you.

“So can you help me!? Please?” He quickly whimpers, staring up at you like a cat trying to plead for treats.

“How am I supposed to help you?!” You fire back confused.

“I don’t fucking know! But you’re the first person I’ve actually talked to in two months, and I just can’t think straight anymore!” He sobs dramatically, flinging his body onto the dirt forest floor now almost mimicking a toddler throwing a small tantrum.

“Listen, I almost had to eat a fucking possum you gotta help me!” Dieter continues to wail, and you shush him from drawing attention.

“Fine! I’ll try to help!” You agree hastily.

Before you can say anything, the dragon, no - Dieter, rushes forward and you almost scream.

He’s around the size of a large truck. Seeing such a large creature, a deadly one at that, rushing towards you activates a primordial fear.

Until his large face presses against your stomach.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He cries excessively.

“I’ll give you whatever you want! Take you to Oscar parties! Do you wanna meet like, fucking Hugh Jackman or someone else I think I can make that happen?!” His joy and relief are tangible in his rambling.

You laugh nervously, but feel more at ease.

And so a dragon follows you home.

He waits outside the cabin because he is too big to fully fit inside. But Dieter stays surprisingly close, even presses his nose against the window as if he’s a sad stray wanting to be let in.

Now you enjoy meals outside with him most days.

“So what brings a hottie like yourself to a creepy cabin in the woods?” He asks when you sit outside with him and almost choke on an inhale.

However, you do explain how this place is your grandparents and you’re simply staying here on a small break.

“Ah, a mini mental health retreat,” he says sagely, nodding his dragon head. “I dig it.”

That makes you grin.

A sort of ridiculousness bubbles in you whenever you google and search up websites about breaking spells or curses. But you have to believe a remedy, or something like it, exists especially when tangible magic now sits curled right beside you. Dieter’s head rests against your thigh while he breathes in and out with a steady rumble. The soft sunlight allows the delicate shimmer of his scales to dance beautifully.

You glance down to the dragon sleeping peacefully.

Dieter grew close to you instantly. You also hate to admit how fast you’ve bonded to him. He’s wildly easy to talk to and pretty funny. When you take walks by the lake he trots right besides you, not even bothered about being seen.

“If I wasn’t so worried about the government or aliens shooting me down or carrying me off to some sketchy ass lab, I’d take us flying.” Dieter comments one evening when you decide to simply enjoy the cool evening and shimmering stars above.

To prove a point, the dragon spreads open his wings to stretch them. They’re glorious, bat-like in their structure and towering over you in a mythical shade. You feel so small compared to him, but in a way that comforts you, almost like standing against the grandeur of many redwood trees.

“Honestly I don’t think you’d be that good a pilot anyway even as a dragon.” You tease.

He scoffs horrified. “Excuse me! I played a pilot in a Grey’s Anatomy episode. So I know how flying fucking works!”

You burst out laughing, buoyant.

You begin wondering if maybe Dieter imprinted on you, but realization creeps in that you’ve maybe done the same to him.

On warmer days when you want to enjoy the lake, you wait until the dragon wakes so you both can enjoy the water.

You jokingly tell him he looks like the lochness monster as he swims.

“Nessie’s got nothing on me.” Dieter huffs.

Then, he playfully swishes his tail in the water, creating a large wave that hits you with a cold splash. Immediately you childishly kick splash back at him.

The dragon snickers so human, and your heart jumps.

It’s getting harder to ignore the blooming affection growing more for him.

Dieter sleeps besides the cabin now, specifically your bedroom window. Because of that you try keeping sounds low due to his incredible hearing.

Mainly because you’ve been looking up videos of him, anything from his interviews, to compilations of his movie roles.

One scene of him in a ‘so bad it’s good’ 2000’s rom com has been replaying in your head for days. The way Dieter greedily grasps his love interest's cheeks, how he kisses deeply possessive and consuming like a raging storm -

You wonder if he always kisses like that.

He’s ridiculously handsome. Both as a human and… even as a dragon.

But you stomp those thoughts away. Dragon or not, he’s a celebrity, an actual actor who has been linked to other famous people.

He possibly wouldn’t even look your way.

“Hey,” Dieter perks up and moves to rest his large head across your tummy while you lounge in the hammock by the lake.

You halfway lie saying you’re just tired. Then a sudden fanged sense of curiosity possesses your fingers, and they move before you can stop. You trace along his sharp bone like horns then down to the scales of his face. They’re cool and sturdy to the touch.

Dieter closes his eyes, relaxing more against you.

He’s settled down more, mellowing out into a zen peaceful version of himself that isn’t pestering you about ideas on how to break the magic placed on him. You even feel more relaxed, especially with him here.

When you first decided on this small break, you were slightly worried about being alone for this long. Instead, like something out of a strange fairy tale, you now can't imagine being here without this strange creature.

Slowly, then all at once, Dieter becomes clingy.

Rapid in his curious questions, he’s annoying and ridiculous at times but still incredibly endearing to talk to. As twilight approaches in soft glory, the dragon shifts to curl around you, a scaled mythical barricade that refuses to let you leave.

“No…don’t go back in. Stay here with me.” He purrs. “It’ll be like a fun camping trip.”

You snicker, even though your heart races at his plea.

“Maybe next time.” You suggest, and Dieter pouts huffing out a puff of smoke in protest.

In the shower your mind wanders to some cheesy romance books your best friend once showed you.

One was about a witch who fell in love with an enemy dragon cursed to destroy her. That story had you in a chokehold. Especially the scene where the witch got affected by a spell that backfired. It made her aroused and the only way to dispel the effects was through sex. And of course her dragon enemy was the only one present who could help the witch.

An image flickers in your mind repeatedly of Dieter with his shimmering gemstone eyes and you clutching onto his horns as he -

Soon enough your back hits the shower wall and your fingers drift down as your eyes flutter shut, allowing yourself to sink into that fantasy.

You try to keep your whimpers quiet, but a part of you… wants Dieter hear.

Your fingers curl and move, drawing out your arousal.

But then you hear it - a rumbled groan.

An embarrassed heat knocks into you.

That’s when you remember you left the window to the bathroom open. You’re about to apologize until Dieter speaks first.

He growls out your name, a whimper over the rush of the shower water.

“Oh, I can smell you.” His words slice through you and unleash a damn.

Your heart races, and your mind shuts down.

“More, gimme more please.” Dieter urges and your fingers pick up a frantic pace.

“Dieter.” You croak out his name.

“Fuck yeah.” The dragon pants, and you swear the walls shake a bit as if he’s trying to press past them, maybe even burst through to you.

“Shit baby, wanna eat you up so fucking bad.” Dieter slurs and knocks your climax out of your chest. You come fast.

“Fuck.” He now whines impatiently. “Want you more. Wish I could do more.”

You exhale trying to steady your breathing and also feel a tug of sympathy for him. You stay quiet, don’t know what else to do.

But after slipping into your pajamas, you notice Dieter has gone dangerously quiet.

So gathering up a bunch of blankets and pillows, you head outside deciding maybe to actually camp out with him.

Yet, in the stretching darkness, Dieter is nowhere to be found. Your heart breaks a bit.

The next morning Dieter is still missing.

You head to the small grocery supply store to grab a few items. The television talks about a storm approaching and you wonder if that’s why he left.

You spot a reasonably priced extra large tent, almost a canopy, that you maybe could use to keep Dieter safe and dry besides the cabin.

You hope he returns soon. As you struggle to try putting the tent together, the thunder rumbles in the distance.

Twigs snap and footsteps approach the path around the cabin. Slightly panicked, you start glancing out into the woods.

A part of you now hopes it's a dragon.

Unfortunately a mountain lion instead stares at you from among the tree line.

Your heart drops.

The large hunter stays still and so do you.

With your heart racing you slowly back away hoping to head back into the cabin.

But the large cat prowls forward out of the trees, a slow stalk.

Terror crawls all over your body.

A sinister rumble floats out into the air, and you think it’s the thunder getting worse.

That rumbling you mistook as thunder instead clearly floats into a terrifying growl.

You have to think it’s the mountain lion about to pounce any second.

Suddenly Dieter flies out of the trees. His maw is open wide, filled with shark sized sharp teeth. The beast lands before the prowler, a monster from a hellish nightmare.

The mountain lion bares its fangs, hissing loud and tries to swat its paw at Dieter. But the dragon remains unbothered and instead snapping his jaw shut towards the cougar almost trying to chomp at it.

It’s enough to frighten the large mountain cat, and it retreats away fast.

Dieter continues growling. His eyes are dangerous slits, a crystalized predator. You can’t move, too stunned to even think. But then your dragon blinks, coming back to his senses and rushes towards you.

He says your name worried as his face rubs all over you.

“Tell me you’re alright?! That stupid cat almost tried to attack you! I was so fucking close to biting his head off or shit charbroiling it-”

You reassure Dieter you’re alright, even wrap your arms around him best as you can.

You’ve never held him like this. His warmth in your embrace reminds you of a burning heartbeat, the thump of a flame too powerful to extinguish.

“Where were you? Where have you been?” You ask weakly.

“Didn’t wanna hurt you last night.” Dieter admits. “My mind…this dang freaky monster mind of mine kept telling me to do… things.”

You cautiously ask what.

He buries his large snout against you.

“Like fucking mate you.” He mutters, and your legs almost give out.

“Oh.” Dieter says and inhales deep. “Oh, damn… you like that huh?”

He can smell you, caught your wave of arousal already making you wet.

Soon enough he moves down, and you try to shoo him away until he presses his nostrils straight between your legs and inhales. You slap your hand over your mouth to stop the whimper that almost leaves you.

“I’m drooling.” Dieter slurs and even allows his mouth to stay open panting, a monster in heat. “God, you smell even better than last night.”

“Dieter.” You whisper.

“Please baby, please.” He pleads now gently nipping at your clothes with his sharp teeth.

“Don’t… I don’t want you doing this just because of your dragon brain taking over.” You fidget hearing your true feelings bubble out.

“No, I’m not! Promise.” Dieter says truthfully.

He even shifts his draconian face to place kisses against your thighs. “Would want you even as a man. Fuck it even got me messed up thinking how frustrated I was I couldn’t do shit with you as a man…”

“But now...” he drags his scaled nose up your legs, and your eyes close. “Kinda wanna enjoy being a dragon with you.”

“Wait…With me?” You asks a bit hesitant.

“Uh yeah.” He snorts. “Only you…Cause I trust you baby.”

Opening your eyes, your gaze meets Dieter’s peering up at you. A monster of devastating destruction and terror you just saw now at your knees so large, powerful, and beautiful.

Your hand caresses his face, and he closes his gem eyes.

You lie down within the half made tent. However, it creates a wonderful cave-like cover for you to slide into.

“What the crap is this?” Dieter nudges into the tarp as he wiggles as much as he can into the covering.

“Rain is coming, wanted to get something to keep you dry, you dick.” You playfully reply.

Dieter’s dragon eyes soften, pupils expanding like a cat’s, and he moves to nuzzle your neck. You lean back against him and exhale against his cool scales.

Then he descends, a beast ready to consume.

You think of the monster books your best friend lent you.

Now you can say it doesn’t do the truth justice.

After you slide off your shorts and underwear Dieter’s tongue, thin and slippery, long and precise with its movements, licks across your bare thighs. It traces against your skin leaving you wiggling wanting more.

Then he dives into you. His tongue slithers around your clit then wiggles into you, and your body snaps up galvanized by this unbelievable pleasure.

“Damn baby, this is incredible.” Dieter slurs drunk. “You’re incredible.”

You get it. It feels like your body is going to melt off your bones. Then his sharp dragon teeth very gently nip at your thigh, and your mind blanks.

When your climax hits he greedily slurps it up. You whine a bit overstimulate when he continues lapping at you.

“Mate,” he mutters. “Wanna mate you so bad.”

You softly coo at him, running your hand against his horn.

This idea has been infesting your mind for weeks. Now it’s here.

“Turn on your back for me.” You softly tell Dieter who effortlessly moves, doing as he’s told. Now he’s the one lying down covered by the half canopy.

On his back you’re smitten by the sight of his soft colored underbelly.

Then his monstrous large cock makes your mouth water and body shiver. You knew it would. But now you realize there’s no way his very rigged and large cock could fit inside you.

“Don’t even know if I can fit.” Dieter whimpers. Pre-cum starts pebbling, leaking, at the head of his cock and you already ache to taste.

“Shh…” you comfort him again, kissing the scales along his belly.

“I have an idea.” You whisper low.

Even with your weak and slightly shaky legs you manage to climb on top of him.

Then you settle down, resting on him. Both you and Dieter instantly moan.

“Fuck, already feel you. You’re so warm.” he sobs.

“You too.” You hiccup. His cock is heated, throbbing against you.

Then you grind your hips, dragging your pussy down against him, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Dieter’s growls shatters the air, and you try to soothe him, settle his noises. But it’s hard, even for you. The more you grind and hump against him, you can’t even silence yourself. His rigged cock feels divine rubbing against you. Soon enough it’s simply you and him melting into each other.

You grind and grin, speeding up your hips. You’re lost in the pleasure, lost in the molten fire scorching your skin that before you know it, you come and pleasure crashes into you a consuming wave. Dieter moans, a half mixed noise so human yet monstrous.

“I’m… I’m gonna-” He growls, unable to even speak.

“Give it to me, please.” You beg.

When he comes it’s hot, sticky and there’s so much. But you feel beautifully dizzy and drunk, especially as his cum pools against your thighs sticking to your skin. It’s dirty, raw, but incredible.

Especially as Dieter shifts to now have you lying below him and his wings open up to create their own canopy against you, shielding you from the world.

After cleaning him and yourself up with your discarded shorts, your dragon curls against you

“Holy shit balls,” Dieter exhales with his warm breath that tickles. “That was the hottest kinkiest sex I’ve ever had. Didn’t think you’d have it in you. When can we do it again?”

You playfully swat at him.

“Hey, it’s all a compliment! I’m saying it was hot as fuck!” He argues and you snicker, but now in Dieter’s warmth exhaustion creeps in cozy and effortless.

The thunder rumbling becomes a soft lullaby mixing in with the content purr thundering from your dragon.

You turn and rest your face against the side of Dieter’s massive muzzle. Placing a soft kiss against his scales, you let your eyes close.

You rest safe with your dragon’s keep.

Soft raindrops falling against your legs waking you up wearily. You’re thankful at least half the tent keeps you covered as the rain pours down.

But you now notice you’re missing one dragon.

Instead the most handsome man you’ve ever seen sleeps besides you, curled against your shoulder while he snores.

Dieter’s utterly gorgeous. Peacefully resting, mouth slightly open, you ache to trace his sharp nose. His fluffy hair looks like an adorable bird's nest. You’re so in awe of this unreal man it takes you a moment to realize he’s a dragon no more.

You yelp surprised and bolt up from him.

“Wha? Whazzit?” Dieter wearily asks waking up.

“Dieter, Dieter wake up.” You urge, and he yawns as he stretches.

“Ready to go for another round huh, honey cakes?” He smirks sleepy but coy at you.

Then his eyes go wide as he realizes it too.

He shrieks, scrambling to sit up.

His hands press against his body and even glances down between his legs.

“Phew! Had to check my dick just to make sure, but we’re good.”

You roll your eyes until his wide beautiful earthen ones turn to you.

“I’m a real boy again!” He cries then gathers you into his arms squeezing you tight.

“Sex broke the spell!” Dieter declares, and you excitedly laugh rubbing his gorgeous back.

“You broke my spell.” He softer says, rubbing his nose into the top of your head.

“I don't know if it was me…but glad I could help.” You hug him back.

“Okay, as fuckin’ cool as it was being a dragon, and yes I’m already messing my dragon dick, I didn’t realize how much I missed being human. Like… I’ve just been wanting to hold you.”

His words are ridiculous, perfectly Dieter all while being endearing. You snort, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

Rain pours down harder, slipping into the collapsing tent. Laughing and getting soaked in the downpour, you finally let Dieter inside the cabin. He of course happily follows you eagerly.

A knock at the door wakes you the next morning, breaking your soft spell among the blanket’s warmth and Dieter arms.

A park ranger and police officer stand on the other side of the door.

“Sorry to bother you this morning,” the park ranger sounds sincere and apologetic. Then he gives a look to the officer.

“But uh… have you… seen any weird suspicious activity around these parts?”

You’re a bit confused, and the officers must see that in your face.

The cop sighs. “A man came in yesterday screaming that he saw a dragon fly over while he was on the hiking trail nearby.”

A bark of a laugh escapes you, and you apologize for the outburst.

“No, it’s alright. It is kinda ridiculous to think about.” The park ranger warmly reassures you.

“No officers I’m sorry I haven’t seen anything of the sorts.” You relay to them.

“The only bad dragon around these parts is me.”

You sigh already tempted to shove Dieter away. In your soft robe he slinks his arms across your shoulder with a sleepy yawn.

The police officer and park ranger now stare like gaping open mouth fishes seeing the missing actor.

“You’re…you’re…-”

“Yeah, yeah I know who I am.” Dieter interjects, waving his hand casually. “And I’m not missing. Nor did the aliens take me as much as I hoped they would.”

He moves to curl against you more. “Just been here with my hot new girlfriend that’s all.”

The title sets your heart on fire. The officers wish you a good day. The park ranger even asks for an autograph from Dieter, which he of course gives.

“Now, if you excuse me, I gotta show my baby the real dragon here in the woods.” Dieter says without shame even winks and you shriek embarrassed, apologizing profusely.

You chide Dieter smacking his chest as he snickers proud.

“Come on,” he urges, nibbling at your cheeks. “Let me show my mate how badly I need her.”

You can’t argue with that.

Later that night falling asleep again in his arms you notice the same dragon rumble still deep in Dieter’s chest, a blissful rumbling purr.

#if you’re reading this thank you so so much know me & dragon!dieter think you’re precious treasure and adore you #also Kaitlin & Paige thank you both again so much for hosting this #monstersmash24 #dragon!dieter #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter 🤎

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mixtape-racha · 1 year ago

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boyfriend!kim seungmin thoughts

(a/n: this is for @urprincessblog who requested seung's version in my asks!) | sfw and nsfw below the cut

warnings: use of "sir", mentioned sub!seung, public sex, mentioned jeongin

sfw

boyfriend!seungmin who has a whole album in his phone dedicated to .5 pictures of you - especially when you're asleep, at the club or doing tasks

boyfriend!seungmin who sends you a picture every time he sees a dog, and fully expects you to do the same

boyfriend!seungmin who usually finds himself sitting on the floor between your legs when watching tv because he likes it when you mindlessly play with his hair and using your thighs as a pillow is a bonus

boyfriend!seungmin who still makes you a christmas stocking every year because "he needs to stay on top form for when you have kids"

boyfriend!seungmin who makes joint pinterest boards with you for your dream house, car, wedding, etc.

boyfriend!seungmin who has a list on his phone of baby names that he adores, but he'll never tell you about in case you laugh at him

boyfriend!seungmin who changes your name in his phone frequently to whatever stupid nickname he'd made up for you that week

boyfriend!seungmin who hides things around the apartment for you to find at random times - phone charger in the cereal box? tv remote in the fridge? portable charger in the bathroom cabinet? all him

boyfriend!seungmin who whines when you want to watch a musical, but ends up singing along and refuses if you want to turn it off before it finishes

boyfriend!seungmin who makes you a lunchbox every day because he knows that you're prone to forgetting to eat if you're stressed or tired

nsfw

boyfriend!seungmin who has a designated pillow that sits under your hips while he's fucking you !! it never stays on the bed, its usually tucked under so he can grab it when he needs it

boyfriend!seungmin who isn't particularly vocal during sex - usually huffing, groaning, and occasionally letting out a whimper or whine when you clamp down on him

boyfriend!seungmin who pretty much cums on the spot the first time you look up at him all wide and teary eyes, makeup running and said "please, sir, need you to cum inside me"

boyfriend!seungmin who is obsessed with gripping your love handles while he's pounding into you - why would he not take advantage of natural handles given to him so lovingly?

boyfriend!seungmin who has only subbed for you once, and will never admit out loud how much of a rush he got from being a brat and watching you get riled up

boyfriend!seungmin who takes you lingerie shopping and ends up fucking you in the changing room pretty much every single time

boyfriend!seungmin who has a polaroid in his wallet of you on your knees, his cock nestled deep in your throat, and he uses it as visual stimulation when he needs to get off quickly on tour

boyfriend!seungmin who used to pay his roommates to leave so he could fuck you before he got his own room at the new dorm

boyfriend!seungmin who let jeongin fuck you one time and slowly jerked himself off watching, and fantasises about doing it again with each member a different time

boyfriend!seungmin who told you he loved you for the first time while balls deep inside you the first time you had sex, and he nearly cried when you both came

(a/n: scheduled post!)

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Fixer Upper

Part 19

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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“(Name), wake up. We’re leaving.”

(Name) swatted at the hand shaking her, whining as she attempted to pull the comforter that had been yanked from her form back over her. “Noo, five more minutes…”

“We don’t have five minutes, now get up!”

She squeaked when she was yanked out of bed, stumbling to catch herself against the wall. “Huh? I…”

“I already packed your suitcase. We don’t have time to change, now come on.”

(Name) rubbed at her eyes as she felt her shoes being thrusted onto her feet, the girl wincing. “Hey, I can do that myself…”

Kurapika sighed, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the door. “You’re barely awake, just keep moving and I’ll take us to where we need to go.”

(Name) finally got a good look at her surroundings. They were walking down the hallway outside their hotel room, and from one look outside the nearest window, she could see it was still dark out.

She didn’t question why Kurapika was suddenly in a rush to leave, only squeezing his hand gently. He glanced back just for a moment, quirking an eyebrow in her direction.

“Good morning.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the blonde turning back as he kept moving. “Good morning.”

——————

“Here.”

Kurapika handed (Name) a small coffee before sitting next to her to sip on his own. She mumbled a thanks before blowing on it.

He pulled out one of her favorite pastries, one Leorio had informed him about only a few minutes before over text.

“Mmm…”

She munched on it as she thought about her plans for the day. “Why-“

“Why did we leave so early? I…”

He thought back to the reason as he chewed on his own pastry.

Kurapika tossed and turned in bed, face twisted in agony as a nightmare plagued his sleep.

In his dream, he watched as someone broke into their hotel room as the sun rose, approaching the bed him and (Name) slept in.

He watched in horror as the figure placed a hand over (Name)’s mouth, pinning her down and pulling out a knife.

Kurapika woke with a start, eyes wide as he scanned the room before they landed on (Name). She was still asleep, breathing rhythmically as she held onto his shirt. He relaxed slightly, but couldn’t shake the unwavering paranoia that told him he needed to get them out if there, and fast.

“I… I had a bad feeling.”

He expected her to sigh and scold him for rushing her like that over just a bad feeling, but she just nodded and took another bite of her pastry. “I see… mmm…”

She glanced up, looking at the bags under his eyes. “You tired, Kurapika? You look like you didn’t get much sleep.”

He sighed, finishing his pastry before downing the rest of his coffee. “I’m fine. We should leave York New as soon as possible though. Considering…”

He handed her his phone, seeing an article on the screen.

“Oh shit, that’s-“

He covered her mouth, nodding.

Their faces were plastered over the screen, thankfully barely recognizable due to the wigs and her makeup.

‘Two assailants murder renowned flesh collector in the middle of a restaurant.’

(Name) blinked. “Assailants? But they were poisoned, we didn’t assault them.”

“We also didn’t murder him.” Kurapika corrected, pulling his phone back to read more. “Thankfully they don’t seem to have any clues as to who we are or what we want.”

Kurapika sighed. “I’ll book us some tickets for as soon as possible. We-“

“Actually…”

Kurapika paused, about to sigh in aggravation, but one look at her face made him go quiet.

“I… I would like to go somewhere first. If that’s okay.”

——————

Kurapika held a bouquet of flowers, following (Name) as she made her way downtown.

“We’re almost there.”

A sullen air had taken over the two, (Name)’s eyes cloudy. She opened the gate of a cemetery, Kurapika closing it behind him as she headed towards the back.

‘That’s where they keep… the newer graves.’

Kurapika watched as (Name) knelt down in front of a grave, not caring that her knees would get dirty. She brushed away the leaves and debris, sighing softly once it was clean.

‘Here lies Ponzu and Pokkle, inseparable even in death.’

“Ponzu and Pokkle?”

Kurapika nearly dropped the bouquet, eyes wide. “When..?”

“Nearly a year ago, when the Chimera Ants attacked. They were on some mission, Ponzu still lacking a hunters license. They asked me to come with them, but I was busy with a job of my own. They…”

She began choking up, Kurapika watching as she swiped away tears. “They were killed on that very mission. Gon and Killua…”

She took in a shaky breath. “Gon and Killua found what was left of Ponzu after. For a while, we hoped Pokkle was still alive. But…”

She shook her head, tears dropping down onto the ground. (Name) gestured for the bouquet, Kurapika quickly kneeling down beside her and setting it in front of their grave.

The bouquet was mostly made up of poppies, with other various flowers and greenery making it full and pretty. Kurapika stayed quiet. Although he had known Ponzu and Pokkle, he hadn’t been nearly as close as (Name) had been to them.

“They were there for me after my… wrist was broken.”

He winced at that. ‘The wrist that I broke…’

“They wanted to stay with me, just to make sure I’d be okay, but I convinced them otherwise. Leorio was staying with me already, I didn’t want anyone else to waste their time on me.”

It hurt to hear her say that, knowing that he was partially to blame for that line of thinking. “… I’m grateful for them. I’m glad… they were there for you.”

He gave her 10 minutes before he tugged on her sleeve. “(Name), we need to go before we miss our train.”

She nodded, placing her hand over his. “A few more minutes, please.”

Kurapika stayed with her as she grieved. He noticed that despite having experienced so much loss in his own life, he was at a loss on how to comfort someone going through the same pain he had.

So he thought back to what he had wanted when he first processed his clans death, at the ripe age of 12 years old.

“…”

Wordlessly, Kurapika leaned forward and wrapped his arm around her in a half hug. She leaned into him, finally letting herself cry into his chest.

“It’s all my fault… I could have been there! I could have saved them!”

Kurapika had heard the same words before, except this time they weren’t coming out of his own mouth. “…”

He didn’t know how to reassure her it wasn’t her fault, maybe because he couldn’t tell himself he wasn’t to blame for his clans murder. Kurapika only held her a little closer, hand running over her hair.

——————

(Name) was quiet on the train ride home, only occasionally trying to converse with her friend. He didn’t mind, Kurapika had only gotten a few hours of sleep before he’d woken up in a hurry.

“You should try to get some sleep, Kurapika. We still have another two hours until we get there.”

(Name) sat right next to him, putting a hand on his knee. The blonde had been tirelessly typing away on his laptop, researching Dracule Midnight to his best ability.

“I’ll sleep when I’m done.”

He’d said it a bit harsher than he meant, sighing when (Name) quickly retracted her hand away. “Oh… okay.”

She stood up and walked to the door, glancing back for a moment. “I’ll go grab us something to eat. What would you like?”

“Anything is fine with me.”

She nodded, then closed the door behind her. Kurapika groaned, leaning back in his seat. The only information he’d been able to find so far was the fact he was a part of the mafia, meaning he’d have to use the official hunter website to do some digging later. He didn’t like pulling his license out in public if he didn’t have to.

Kurapika was still debating on whether he’d be going home with (Name), or getting another ticket out of there. He didn’t really have anywhere to go yet, but he was also nervous about his strange feelings for her.

“Kurapika~”

She bumped the door open with her hip, in a better mood than before. He blinked when she placed a plate of food on the table in front of him.

“Got you a grilled cheese and tomato soup! Oh, and…”

She placed a fruit cup next to it, Kurapika’s eyes softening when he read the label. ‘Peaches.’

(Name) remembered what fruit he’d chosen for his waffle the other day, and had gotten him peaches. He opened the pack, using his fork to pick one up and eat it.

Peaches made Kurapika think of a time when life was simpler. They tasted similar to a fruit native to Lukso Province. As a child, his favorite dish was a baked good using that fruit, and now as an adult, the closest he could get to replicating that was eating peaches themselves.

They ate silently, (Name) occasionally dropping some of her food into his plate for him to try. Even when it was something Kurapika disliked, like strawberries, he ate it anyways.

And how could he not, when she smiled so sweetly when he did?

‘I guess… staying with her until I get more information is okay. After all, she’s involved too…’

But as he thought this, his heart thumped against his chest when she leaned against his shoulder, the girl nodding off.

——————

The two exited the train station, spotting Killua and Leorio waiting for them nearby.

“(Name)!”

“Leorio, Killua!”

She ran towards them, the two laughing as they hugged her. “Did ya have fun in the big city, sunshine?”

“Haha, yeah, as much fun as you can have on a business trip.”

Killua held her tight, nuzzling into her shoulder. “I missed you, (Name). Leorio’s cool, but… he’s not you.”

(Name)’s lip quivered. “Killua…”

She squished his cheeks and planted a kiss on his forehead. “My sweet boy, I’m sorry I was gone so long. We’ll spend some time together today, before I have to leave in the morning.”

Kurapika paused, Leorio taking (Name)’s suitcase from the blonde. “You’re… leaving tomorrow? To where exactly?”

(Name) walked hand in hand with Killua as she explained. “Yes, I have a job in a neighboring country, so I’ll be gone for a few days. I’m so glad we got home early, that means I get a rest day!”

Killua held onto her hand a little tighter as Kurapika’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t understand, why did you agree to come on a mission with me, when you would have to leave for another one the same day we got back? What if you got hurt, or were too drained to use your nen?”

She shrugged as Killua glared at the blonde. “Then that’s something I’d have to deal with. You needed help, and I was available. I’m sure you’d do the same thing for me.”

Kurapika winced at that. Would he really do the same for her? He didn’t know.

“So, I do need a favor from you Kurapika.”

The blonde perked up, catching up with her and Killua. “Leorio watched Killua for me this weekend, which I appreciate a lot by the way!”

She yelled out the last part, causing Leorio to blush. “It was nothing, sunshine. He only bit me twice, and to be honest I deserved it the second time.”

Before Kurapika could ask why he deserved it that second time, (Name) continued talking. “But this week he’ll be pretty busy with studying and tests. No offense to you, Killua, but he’s a handful.”

“Only for annoying people.”

She gave him a look, causing the boy to quiet down. “What I’m trying to ask, is if you could keep an eye on him while I’m gone. It’s just three days, I’ll be back Thursday evening. I’ll give you everything you’ll need to watch him, just-“

“Yes, I’ll do it.”

The other three turned to look at him in surprise. “Wow, really? I thought you’d be skipping town after your little mission.” Killua said, staring at him.

Kurapika cleared his throat. “I decided it made more sense to stay here until I get more information on my target.”

“So you’re staying because you have nowhere else to go?”

Kurapika stayed quiet.

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.”

The car ride home was deafeningly quiet, with the only sound being Killua humming along to a few songs on the radio.

——————

Killua seemed to be attached to (Name) by the hip once they got home, following her around the house as she did some minor cleaning and got dinner started. She was cooking something Leorio requested in return for him watching Killua that weekend.

“He sure is clingy.” Kurapika said as he watched Killua wait for her outside the bathroom. Leorio looked up from his textbook, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe, but it’s understandable. He was really worried about her, you know?”

Kurapika folded his arms over his chest. “He didn’t need to worry, I was with her.”

Leorio thought for a moment, looking at the blonde. “I think that’s the exact thing he was worried about.”

Kurapika tried not to look hurt at that, considering he knew Killua’s worry wasn’t unfounded, but Leorio must have noticed it anyway.

“Hey, you got her back safe and sound, so it should be f-“

“KURAPIKA I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

The two blinked at each other as the sound of Killua rushing downstairs and jumping over the bannister was heard.

“Killua wait!”

(Name) was rushing down after him, attempting to calm the boy down before he reached the others.

“I told you, if she came back hurt I would-“

“But she’s fine, there’s not even a scratch on her!”

Kurapika seemed genuinely confused as the younger boy grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him off the couch.

“Oh yeah, then tell me what that is then!”

He pointed to (Name), who was now wearing a tanktop. “What? What are you talking ab-“

“Her neck! Don’t lie and say you can’t see that big mark right there!”

Both Leorio and Kurapika looked to where he was pointing, the former giving Kurapika a suspicious look.

It was a hickey, one that Kurapika had given her himself during their mission. “Shit, Kurapika, couldn’t keep your hands to yourself?” Leorio asked, snickering.

“Wait, I can explain! It was-“

“A curling iron.” (Name) finished, face hot with embarrassment. “When we went on our mission, I curled my hair and burnt myself. It wasn’t Kurapika’s fault.”

Killua looked to both of them, narrowing his eyes at the blonde before letting him go. “… hmph.”

Leorio helped Kurapika up, sighing softly at his friend. “Tell me what really happened later.”

(Name) took Killua’s hand. “Come on, Killua. Let’s get dinner finished up, okay?”

——————

Dinner was awkward, Killua on edge after the previous encounter. He didn’t seem to believe either of their words entirely, keeping a close eye on Kurapika throughout dinner.

“This is great, you two really outdid yourselves.” Leorio said, happily eating the hamburger steak he requested. (Name) smiled, ruffling Killua’s hair.

“I know, right? I think we’ve got a little chef on our hands.”

Killua seemed to perk up at her words, sitting a little straighter. It wasn’t often that someone said he could be anything than a killer, and it was almost always (Name) that encouraged his more creative sides.

“Do you need any help packing? I’ve-“

“No sir, you’ve got to get home so you can rest and wake up early for your exams. I packed up the leftovers from tonight for you.”

(Name) pinched Leorio’s cheek before kissing it, the tall man sighing in contentment. “Ahh, you’d make such a good wife, (Name). You know-“

Kurapika cleared his throat, tapping his nails against the table as he stared down his taller friend. “You should get going, Leorio. I don’t want you to sleep in accidentally.”

That familiar, nasty feeling washed over Kurapika as he watched Leorio give (Name) a hug before he left. Killua seemed to notice him staring, quirking an eyebrow in the blondes direction.

“What are you all huffy about, blondie?”

Kurapika turned his gaze to killua, lip twitching slightly in annoyance. “I’m not huffy, just… tired.”

“Speaking of you being tired, why don’t you get some rest?”

(Name) grabbed Kurapika’s empty plate, giving him a smile. “After all, you’ll be watching Killua, so you’ll need plenty of-“

“I’ll be researching tonight. I don’t have time to rest.”

(Name) paused, eyebrows furrowing. “Kurapika… I know you’re trying to do as much research as possible, but you should really take a break. The information will still be there t-“

“Didn’t I say I’ll sleep when I’m done!? God, were you not listening earlier?” He snapped, standing up. “I’m going to my room.”

He shut his door a little harder than usual, the sound of the lock clicking into place making (Name) flinch.

“What the hell is his problem? Oughta go and teach him not to bite the hand that-“

He stopped when he caught sight of (Name)’s face. “(Name)… hey it’s alright, I’m sure he didn’t mean it. And even if he did he’s kind of a jerk anyways, you shouldn’t…”

She shook her head. “Come on, let’s get the kitchen cleaned up.”

Kurapika sunk to the floor, holding a hand to his chest. ‘Why… why did I say that? Why do I feel so… irritated? She didn’t do anything wrong…’

When his thoughts drifted back to (Name) and Leorio, smiling at each other as they said goodbye for the night, he felt his heart start to hurt again.

‘Why does that make me so… so…’

The blonde settled into his desk chair, opening up his laptop. ‘No matter. I need to focus…’

———————

Killua clung to (Name)’s side as they walked into the airport, Kurapika grumbling behind them.

‘Can’t believe the little bastard isn’t carrying anything…’ Kurapika thought, pulling (Name)’s suitcase along.

“It’s only a few days, Killua. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He didn’t seem to care, holding onto her shirt. “… you’ll bring me back some cool stuff, right?”

(Name) laughed, pulling him in for a hug. “Of course.”

Kurapika helped load her suitcase onto the airship, sighing when she turned. He waited near her for his own hug, but only received a pat on the arm. “Bye Kurapika.”

Ouch. Was she upset about him snapping at her yesterday?

The blonde slowly lowered his arm, eyes half lidded as he watched her airport depart. ‘She didn’t wave back…’

Killua waited until the airship was out of sight before he tripped Kurapika.

“Hey, what the-“

The white haired boy continued walking, ignoring Kurapika’s questions. “Why? What was the reason?”

“No reason. You must be clumsy.”

‘He tripped me! I know he did!’

The car ride home was was quiet, with Killua staring out the window.

‘He must miss her already. I should say something, something to cheer him up!’

“She’ll be home soon, you don’t have to worry.”

Killua turned to look at him, completely unimpressed. “Unlike you, I actually care about (Name), so I will worry regardless.”

Ouch.

“And don’t try and be Buddy-Buddy with me. Not after you couldn’t even apologize for snapping at her yesterday.”

Kurapika gripped the steering wheel. “Killua, you-“

Killua put on a post of headphones before Kurapika could finish his sentence. ‘Did he just…’

Kurapika typed away at his laptop, glancing down at the list (Name) wrote for him. ‘I need to go grocery shopping…’

He sighed, leaning back in his desk chair. ‘The only problem with that is…’

He looked at his desk, spotting the framed photo (Name) placed on it before they left on their mission. In it, Killua and Kurapika were playing a game in the arcade they’d visited before they split up.

‘…’

They had a lot of fun that day, everyone together and smiling. Back then, Kurapika thought they’d have many more days just like that.

Now he wondered if a day like that would ever happen again. Killua seemingly hated him, despite his efforts to be as neutral as possible. While he couldn’t be the same Pika that (Name) knew before York New, he was trying to at least be a Kurapika that could be cordial with them all before he had to cut (Name) out of his life again.

But that didn’t seem to be enough in Killua’s eyes. Kurapika hadn’t intended on this happening. He wanted to keep his other friends at least, but it seemed like the more he pushed (Name) away, the more the others retracted as well.

He’d seen how much of a menace Killua could be, and wasn’t particularly looking forward to watching over him.

‘Wait…’

Kurapika stood up, pulling on a hoodie (Name) helped him pick out in York New. ‘This is the perfect chance to try and bond with him, to make things different!’

“Killua, we’re going to the grocery store.”

Kurapika regretted his choice almost immediately.

The first thing Killua did when they entered the grocery store was leave Kurapika’s side, wandering off in a random direction. “Killua, where are you going?”

Killua flipped him the bird in response, leaving the blonde groaning in exasperation. ‘That’s alright, I’ll just get the shopping done.’

He looked over the list, peering down the aisle. ‘Mostly snacks… Jesus how much does this kid eat?’

Kurapika placed the first item into the shopping cart, huffing. ‘Well… I guess I can’t judge. My eating habits aren’t exactly normal either…’

The sound of an alarm going off made him pause in the middle of the aisle. “…”

He continued shopping, deciding to take the (Name) approach and pretend he didn’t know Killua when he saw him run by, being chased by employees.

That was, until Killua ran towards him. “Dad!”

Kurapika yelped when he was tackled by his younger friend, who gave him a wicked grin before his expression changed. “Dad… I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“Hey, are you this kids mom- er, dad?”

———————

(Name) yawned, pulling along her suitcase into the hotel she’d be staying at. ‘I’ll need to iron out my uniform before I start tonight…’ she thought, opening up her room.

Ring!

(Name) pulled her phone out of her pocket, raising an eyebrow when she saw Kurapika’s contact lighting up the screen. It had been literal YEARS since he’d called her, his contact image still being a picture of him she’d taken after they saved Killua. Even though he’d come back into her light, he had yet to call her or text her.

“Hello?”

“(Name), Killua threw a gallon of milk at an employee and now we’re banned from the grocery store. They’re putting my picture up and everything!”

“Why didn’t you just pretend you didn’t know him?”

“That’s the problem! He kept calling me dad, and I… I didn’t know what to do!”

(Name) slapped a hand over her forehead. “Oh my god. Drop him off at Leorio’s, go to the grocery store down the street, then if you have anymore trouble, call Leorio. I’ll be busy with work until I come back.”

(Name) could hear Killua talking in the background. “Put Killua on the phone.”

“Killua, it’s (Name).”

Kurapika handed the boy his phone before turning his attention back to the road.

“(Name), I can explain.”

“Well hurry up, I’ve got to shower.”

Killua took a deep breath. “I was really bored.”

“Killua.”

(Name) plopped down onto her bed, chucking into the phone. “Is that it?”

“… no. I…”

She softened when his voice got quiet. “I was still mad that Kurapika snapped at you. You didn’t do anything and… and he shouldn’t yell at you like that.”

(Name) sighed, pulling off her shirt and setting it on the bed. “Okay, okay. You shouldn’t do that, but I understand your feelings. But be good for Kurapika, okay? If not for him, then for me. I’m going to be busy, so if he has to call me again it’ll interrupt my work.”

“… I’m sorry, (Name).”

She held a hand over her heart. (Name) didn’t enjoy scolding Killua, often letting him off easy. “It’s okay. I have to go, but I’ll call you before you before you go to bed, okay?”

“Okay… bye (Name). Love you.”

“Love you too, Killua.”

He hung up, handing Kurapika’s phone to him. The blonde glanced at him. “Tattletale.” Killua said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I wouldn’t have to tattle if you behaved.”

“Maybe if you put that effort into being nicer to (Name), she’d give you a chance.”

“A chance?!”

Kurapika’s face went red, having to swerve to not veer off of the road from the shock. Killua only snickered.

As Kurapika pulled up to Leorio’s apartment, the tall man walked out, wearing sweatpants and a tanktop.

“Hey, (Name) called. Killua, you should really think about what you do before you throw a milk gallon at someone. You’re just making things harder for (Name).”

‘Okay just ignore the fact that I’m the one that got banned.’ Kurapika though, pouting.

“I know…”

Leorio patted the boy on the back, leading him inside. “Hey, grab some of those white cheddar Cheetos, I-“

“It’s already on the list.”

Leorio sighed, looking into the sky. “(Name) really is an angel, she’s always thinking about us.”

Kurapika gripped the wheel, eyes softening. “Yeah… she is.”

——————

Kurapika pulled back up to Leorio’s apartment an hour later, texting him that he was there. The two walked out, Leorio carrying a backpack.

Killua got into the backseat this time, Leorio climbing into the front.

“Uh… what are you doing?” Kurapika asked as Leorio set his backpack down.

“I thought it was best if I come over to stay while (Name) is gone. I can study there, and if I’m around Killua should mellow out a little.”

Kurapika furrowed his eyebrows. “But (Name) asked me to-“

“She only asked you because she felt bad asking me to watch him two times in a row. I was already going to watch him, but you asking her to go with you meant she needed a babysitter. (Name) dislikes asking for help as it is.”

Kurapika looked to the road as he began driving back to (Name)’s house. “Oh…”

“She didn’t really have many options, and you were staying there anyways. But…”

Leorio glanced at Killua, who was pouting in the backseat. “Killua can be a handful, especially when he feels like his friends are being treated unfairly.”

He gave Kurapika a look, before texting someone on his phone. The blonde sighed as he pulled into (Name)’s driveway.

‘Killua must of told him that I snapped at (Name) earlier.’

It felt like the distance between him and his friends was widening. (Name) was the glue that kept them together, and she wasn’t there to keep the peace.

“Alright, Killua, you know the drill.”

Killua nodded, grabbing the groceries and running inside. Kurapika and Leorio walked in behind him, the latter going straight to the couch. “I’m going to be studying, you can handle dinner, right?”

Kurapika glanced between the frozen chicken nuggets and macaroni. “… yeah, I should be able to handle it.”

Killua finished putting up the groceries, then shrugged on his jacket and boots.

“Where are you going?” Kurapika asked, glancing outside. “It’ll be dark in around an hour.”

“None of your business.”

Kurapika blinked, about to argue, but Leorio spoke up.

“Be back before dark.”

“Aight.”

Killua grabbed his backpack before running out the door, leaving the blonde with a scowl on his face.

——————

Kurapika finished dinner, looking over it proudly.

He’d made macaroni, chicken nuggets, and even steamed some frozen vegetables. “Alright… now to-“

Killua came through the front door, dropping his backpack on the ground before plopping down on the couch next to Leorio.

“No luck today?”

“No…”

Kurapika walked over, wearing (Name)’s apron. “What are you talking about?”

Killua turned, making Kurapika hiss. “Yikes.”

The boy was covered in what looked like cat scratches, Leorio already opening up his briefcase. “He found a stray cat and has been trying to catch it all weekend.”

Killua huffed as Leorio cleaned his wounds. “And don’t tell (Name) about this, not until she gets back. She really likes animals and won’t be able to focus on her job if she knows there’s a cat nearby.”

Kurapika tilted his head. “I see…”

“Also nice apron.”

The blonde blushed, turning on his heels to make everyone’s plates.

Leorio and Killua sat down at the kitchen table, looking at their plates.

“…”

Kurapika sat down with his, glancing between the two. “… is something wrong?”

“… is this Velveeta?”

Kurapika hesitantly nodded. “… yes?”

Killua huffed, taking a bite and chewing. “… and… the nuggets…”

“What’s wrong with them?” Kurapika asked, picking one up and taking a bite. “They taste fine?”

“Uncultured.”

Leorio snickered at Killua’s face as he begrudgingly ate his food. “Aww, Kurapika, why didn’t you get the dinosaur shaped ones?”

“Because Killua is 14 and doesn’t need dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.”

“And you don’t need to stay here, yet here you are, living here rent free.”

Kurapika scowled, pointing a fork in his direction. “That’s hardly fair, you know (Name) won’t accept any monetary compensation from her friends.”

“Do you really count as a friend though?”

The table went quiet at that, Leorio rubbing his temple. “Will you two knock it off?”

“You’re an unappreciative brat!”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you, blondie!”

Killua grabbed a fistful of macaroni and threw it at Kurapika. “This is what I think of your stupid Velveeta macaroni and cheese!”

The blonde gasped, easily dodging it. “What the hell is your problem?!”

He threw a chicken nugget right at Killua’s face, making the white haired boy climb over the table to attempt to attack Kurapika.

Leorio stood up, grabbing them both by the collar. “What the-“

“Let me down!”

The two struggled, but couldn’t rip themselves from Leorio’s grasp. “If you two want to act like children, you can sit in timeout.”

He placed them both in their rooms before walking back into the living room to study in silence.

——————

Kurapika sighed, closing his laptop after writing down all the info he could get on Dracule Midnight.

‘Nearly all the information I needed was on the Hunter Website…’

He held a hand over his eye, shivering. ‘If… if (Name) hadn’t stopped me, I would have…’

He shook his head. “… Killua?”

He knocked against the wall twice, waiting a moment for a response.

“What the hell do you want?”

‘Ah, so you can hear people through these walls. Noted…’

“… I’m sorry I didn’t… make dinner correctly?”

Killua sighed, leaning against the wall. “That’s… that’s not what I’m mad about. I mean yeah, (Name) is way better at making dinner than you and you should be ashamed that couldn’t even make macaroni and chicken nuggets right, but…”

Kurapika frowned, holding onto the pen in his hand so tightly it cracked.

“… I know. I’m… I’m going to apologize to her later.”

Killua didn’t even have to say what he was angry about, Kurapika already knew. He’d overheard him in the car.

“… do you promise?”

Kurapika placed his pen down, sighing. “Yes, I promise.”

“Good.”

The sound of the door to Killua’s room opening then closing made Kurapika turn just in time to see Killua open his door. “Then come on, The Real Housewives of York New will be on soon.”

Kurapika was lead from his room to the living room, where Leorio was putting away his textbooks and turning on the TV.

“You two ready to behave?”

Kurapika huffed, crossing his arms as Killua furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re pushing your luck, old man.”

Kurapika snickered at that, going to the kitchen to put up the leftover food. “Okay, so what’s The Real Housewives of York New?”

“Like my family, but stupid and-“

“Stupid assassins?”

“No.”

Leorio stood, stretching lightly. “Does she keep them upstairs?”

“Yeah, in the last drawer on the left.”

‘What are they talking about?’

Kurapika followed Leorio upstairs, stepping over bits of macaroni. ‘I’ll need to clean that up later…’

“Ahh, here they are.”

Leorio pulled out three face masks, grinning up at the blonde. “These will make your face so soft and smooth, just like a girls-“

Kurapika stared down at him, unimpressed.

“Well, I guess you don’t really have to try to achieve that…”

The blonde crossed his arms over his chest. “…”

He noticed they were the same ones (Name) wore when they watched that movie together, eyes softening slightly. “I’ll wear it. Why not?”

They all settled down on couch, Kurapika stuck in the middle. He had his legs crossed, holding a bowl of popcorn as the green face mask he was wearing made his face tingle.

‘Is this what womanhood feels like?’

Leorio shoved his hand into the popcorn bucket, causing popcorn to fly and hit both Killua and Kurapika in the face. “Hey, careful! You got it on my face mask!!”

Killua reached over Kurapika and smacked Leorio upside the head. “Sorry…”

“If I stab you in the chest will those water balloons you got installed in your chest explode?”

“Yeah, maybe faster than your man blowing his load inside me last night!”

Kurapika gasped, face turning red. “Oh my god.”

Killua and Leorio laughed. “Holy shit, Marvin is in for a real beat down.”

Kurapika stared open mouthed at the two, unable to even speak for a good minute. “I… aren’t they sisters? Wouldn’t that man be her brother-in-law?”

“Oh they’ve fucked worse.” Leorio said, waving his hand dismissively.

“That does not make me feel any better.”

“He can’t even pay child support, I don’t want him anyways!”

“Yeah, who do you think paid for these water balloons of mine, broad?”

“He… bought breast implants for her instead of feeding his children?”

“Yeah, total Ging move.”

The three continued watching, Kurapika occasionally clutching his pearls at the vulgar content displayed before him.

“Her wig! She’s bald! She’s bald and she’s torturing people who have hair!”

Kurapika held a hand over his chest, eyes wide. “What a foul woman, who steals their daughters husband then sells their pet on Craigslist for $35?”

“Oh, that’s just Tabitha for you.”

“Classic Gemini.”

“What are these words you’re speaking to me? What the FUCK is a Gemini? None of these words are in the Kurtan Bible.”

“There’s a Kurtan Bible? Bros got the Bible 2.0, twink edition. Do JC and the boys have red eyes?”

“Do NOT call Jesus Christ JC?”

“… would their eyes be red because of the scarlet eyes or weed?”

They all bursted out into laughter, Kurapika leaning over. “Oh my god…”

Leorio glanced at the clock, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. “Alright, alright… it’s bedtime.”

Kurapika looked up as well, eyes widening. ‘It’s 12 am already? Where did the time go?’

It felt nice to laugh and joke with his friends again, almost like nothing bad had happened between them.

Like he’d never hurt the women they cared for the most.

Killua rubbed his eyes, standing up. “Hmm… (Name) should have called me already.”

“She’s in a different Timezone, bud. It’s only 7 pm there.”

Killua grumbled, shuffling to his room. As he walked, they heard his phone start to ring, the boy perking up and bolting to his room.

Kurapika snickered. “Hah, mommas boy.”

Killua flipped him the bird before shutting his door.

Leorio picked up his backpack and began walking upstairs. “Goodnight, Kurapika. Don’t forget to lock up.”

Kurapika watched as Leorio passed the guest bedroom, heading straight for (Name)’s room. “… Leorio, what are you doing?”

“… going to bed?”

“In (Name)’s room??”

Leorio huffed. “Yeah. She has heated blankets and the softest pillows known to man.”

“…”

Kurapika sat back down, folding his arms over his chest. “I… I want to sleep in (Name)’s room…”

“You can just come sleep with me you know. I don’t bite, unless you want me t-“

“Hey, guys?”

The two looked up to see Killua standing in the hallway, holding his blanket. “… I…”

“What, miss your mommy-“

Kurapika stopped when he got a good look at Killua’s face. He looked uneasy, reminding the blonde of the night he ran upstairs to (Name) after a nightmare.

“Hey, you alright bud?”

Leorio was quick to come back down the stairs and place a hand on his shoulder. “… why don’t we have a sleepover tonight, huh? We can make a big pallet and watch some movies.”

Killua nodded slowly, holding onto Leorio’s sleeve. “Yeah… yeah that sounds fun.”

“Alright, bud. I’ll go grab some blankets from (Name)’s room. Hey, Kurapika, turn the TV back on and get Netflix set up.”

Kurapika nodded, walking over to the TV and turning it on as Killua plopped down onto the couch.

———————

Kurapika helped Leorio lay out some blankets and pillows, something inside him relaxing when he smelled the familiar scent of (Name)’s perfume. When Killua laid down, Leorio covered him up with a big quilt.

Killua seemed to relax instantly, cuddling into the blanket as his eyes started to drift closed. Leorio laid down next to him, placing a hand on his back. “That better?”

He nodded slowly, pulling the blanket up to his chin. “Yeah, you can run a decent sleepover, old man.”

Leorio snorted, ruffling his hair. “Yeah yeah. Go to sleep, or (Name) will kill me for letting you stay up too long.”

Kurapika laid on the other side of Killua, eyes softening as he watched the boy drift off.

“… (Name) made that quilt.”

Kurapika blinked at Leorio’s words, looking up to see him staring up at the ceiling. “She did? It’s huge.”

“Yeah. She’s always making something, whether it be crocheting, sewing, baking….” Leorio laughed, folding his glasses and placing them on the coffee table. “Ahh… I should sleep too. I have a class at 10 am.”

Kurapika looked at the quilt that covered them all, cuddling into it. ‘I feel so… relaxed when I’m under this. Like… like (Name) is right beside me.’

It didn’t take long for the two to fall asleep, following behind Killua.

————————

(Name) sighed, placing the last bandage on a patient before patting their arm. “You’re good to go.”

The patient gave her a smile before walking away, leaving her alone.

“(Name), excellent work as always.”

A breeze blew past her, (Name) turning to see the window was now open. She sighed, walking over to close it as the man who spoke to her plopped down into her chair.

“You sure do know how to make an entrance, don’t you Chrollo?”

The man laughed, leaning back in her chair. “You sound annoyed. Aren’t you happy to see me? I even came baring gifts~”

(Name) raised an eyebrow as Chrollo set a piece of paper on her desk before standing up and closing the distance between them. “It’s half of the info you asked for. You’ll get the other half when you fulfill your end of the bargain.”

Chrollo smiled at her, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on the back. “Well, you could get that info now, if you just let me open up those pretty legs and-“

She yanked her hand away, face getting hot. “I told you that our relationship is business only, Chrollo. Geez…”

She stormed over to her desk, looking over the paper.

Dracule Midnight

Nen ability: Hemokinesis

Strength: 4/10

Intelligence: 6/10

Abilities: 5/10

Interests:

Weaknesses:

Threat level:

She glanced up at him, scowling. “Hemokinesis, what is that?”

Chrollo gave her that smile he had when he knew something that she didn’t. “You can work it out, dear. It’ll cost you extra for an explanation.”

She placed the paper in her pocket, folding her arms. “Okay, okay. When will you be needing my services?”

He wrote something down, handing her the paper. “In around a month, at that location and time.”

“A month? But he’s not patient enough to wait that long! I need that information now!”

Chrollo shrugged, opening up the window. “Maybe tell that boyfriend of yours to take chill pill.”

“He’s not my-“

Chrollo was gone before she could correct him, her face hot. She didn’t have time to process anything, the door was already opening. “(Name), we’ve got another patient for you!”

———————

Kurapika woke up early, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the room. ‘(Name)… where did she fall asleep at?’

He sat up, slowly remembering that (Name) wasn’t there, and wouldn’t be back for another day.

Kurapika spent the day going researching in the living room, occasionally glancing at the door or clock and sighing loudly.

Leorio left for classes at 10 am, and after lunch, Killua left to go and try to catch the stray cat again.

This left Kurapika alone for the majority of the day, the blonde bored beyond belief. When he couldn’t look at his laptop anymore, he sighed. ‘That’s enough research for now…’

He closed he s bedroom door, looking around the house. This was the first time he’d been left alone here, the only other time he was alone in the house being the time he came back from fighting a fake Phantom Troupe member.

‘Maybe… I can explore a bit.’

Kurapika explored the first floor of the house, walking into each room and looking around. He made note of potential exits in each one.

There were two rooms downstairs, his, and Killua’s. Kurapika noticed how sparse his room was compared to Killua’s, who’s was decorated with posters and painted his favorite color.

‘Well, my room is a guest room, so…’ He closed Killua’s door, sighing.

‘All that’s left now is upstairs…’

Kurapika climbed the stairs, standing on the second floor feeling… strange. When (Name) wasn’t there, it felt weird to be up there. The only room besides hers was another plain guest room, not even worth exploring.

The blonde walked forward, slowly pushing her door open.

He was always slightly taken aback when he opened her door. It was like stepping into another world, where the air smelled like fruity candles, the walls were pink, and made his body feel weird.

It was very her, every little trinket making him smile softly. ‘Ah, that does suit her.’

Kurapika sat on her bed, which now only had a sheet on it due to Leorio stealing her blankets for their sleepover. He breathed in, visibly relaxing as he breathed in (Name)’s scent.

He leaned back on her bed, staring up at her ceiling. She hung up little shiny stars that dangled and glittered. ‘She must of put a lot of effort into making this space her own…’ he thought, looking at her wall.

He glanced around the room, his eyes stopping on her dresser. Kurapika began to sit up to go and look inside it, but stopped himself. ‘No, you can’t do that. She..: probably keeps her…’

His heart began to thump against his chest, the blonde standing up. ‘Well…’

Kurapika walked over, curling his fingers around the handle of the top drawer. ‘Just… just curious. I’ll look, and I’ll go.’

His breath hitched when he opened the drawer. Neatly folded in rows, were pairs of panties. He bit his cheek, lip poking out a bit as he slowly picked up the first pair he saw.

They were white, with a red strawberry pattern dotting along the surface. He sighed softly, nodding. ‘Yeah, this is something she would wear.’

He continued to stare at the pair before putting it back in its spot. Kurapika was about to leave, before he spotted them.

A simple pair of white, cotton panties.

‘…’

He picked them up, cock throbbing at the memory of his sexual awakening. “… she won’t miss one pair, right?”

———————

Leorio got back from his classes at around 4 pm, collapsing on their pallet from the night before. Kurapika and Killua watched as he wallowed around, sharing a look.

“Are you alright, man?”

“No.”

He looked at his backpack, eyes watering. “I still have homework to do… I’m so tired.”

Killua patted his head. “You wanna order takeout and make fun of The Real Housewives?”

“… yeah.”

They spent the night together again, though this time Kurapika seemed a little..: off. He kept glancing at the front door, a frown on his face. Kurapika sighed heavily, cuddling under (Name)’d quilt further.

Leorio was the first to pass out, exhausted from his classes. Killua scoffed, turning to Kurapika. “What’s up with you?”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Well you’ve been sighing like a maiden who’s husband is off at war.”

Kurapika huffed, turning away from his younger friend. “I’m just tired.”

“Uh huh. It’s totally not because you miss (Name).”

Kurapika sat up, cheeks a light pink. “I do not! And even if I did, that has nothing to do with me sighing…”

Killua sighed, rubbing his temple. “God, I forgot how much of an idiot you are.”

Killua placed a hand on Kurapika’s shoulder. “Kurapika, you like her. A lot.”

He patted Kurapika’s shoulder before laying back down and pulling the blanket up to his chin.

“I- I WHAT?”

“Hey, shut up, Leorio has a class tomorrow!”

Kurapika stared open mouthed at him before standing up and sprinting to his room. ‘No, no I… I can’t like her, it’s…’

He remembered everything leading up to this moment. The fuzzy feelings he had when she was near him, wanting to kiss her, his sexual awakening happening because of her…

“I… I like (Name). Oh my god.”

He sunk down into his bed, holding his pillow to his chest. “I like her. I… want to… I want…”

The blonde felt his face grow hot with thoughts of her, now put into a different perspective. The reason he felt the way he did was because he liked her, romantically. This made Kurapika’s heart thump against his chest, his mind racing.

‘What am I supposed to do about these feelings? They… they make things complicated.’

He glanced back to his desk, seeing the framed picture. He picked it up, chuckling softly at her smiling face. ‘Well… I just need to… try and figure things out. Maybe…’

His mind drifted, thinking of the kiss he shared with (Name) just a few days prior. His pants tightened, a sigh leaving his lips.

‘What a pain…’

But as he dipped his hand below his waistband, he couldn’t help but blush as he thought of her, this time it felt… different. It didn’t feel as wrong to think of her when he touched himself now, almost… right.

“(Name)…”

——————

Kurapika waited near the front door, pacing around the living room. The day had been gone by incredibly slow, the blonde having grown impatient. Now that he had a word to put to his feelings, he wanted to see her again.

He’d already been restless before, but now he knew he liked her, it was agonizing waiting for (Name) to get home.

“Can you stop pacing? You’re giving me major bad vibes. Or maybe that’s just you in general.”

Killua sat at the kitchen table, building a small trap. He’d yet again attempted to catch the stray cat that day, with no luck.

“She was supposed to be home at 5:30 pm, it’s nearly 6 now.” Kurapika said, holding his arms over his chest. His dark blue tabard swayed as he tapped his foot, glancing to the clock, then to the door.

“She probably stopped to pick up something for dinner. (Name) will be home soon, don’t get your panties in a twist. You’ll get to smooch her soon.” Killua said, finishing the trap.

Kurapika’s face turned a bright red. “I plan to do no such thing! I’m just worried about her.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, lover boy.”

Killua stood up suddenly and walked towards the door, opening it and running outside. Kurapika followed him out just in time to see Leorio pull up.

(Name) jumped out of the passenger seat to Leorio’s car, Killua instantly sprinting forward.

“Mom!”

He jumped into (Name)’s arms, the girl spinning around and laughing as he held onto her. “Aww, Killua, did you miss me that much?”

“Mhm…”

She cooed at him, kissing the top of his head before giving him a good squeeze. “I missed you too, baby. Now help Leorio with the bags, okay?”

He nodded, giving her one last squeeze before moving to grab her suitcase and takeout bags.

“(Name).”

(Name) looked up to see Kurapika standing before her, face slightly pink. He was staring at the ground, fiddling with his tabard.

“Um… welcome back, and…”

He looked up, giving her a sheepish smile. “I wanted to… apologize for snapping at you before. I-“

His breath hitched when she pulled him in for a hug, arms hovering around her. “Oh, Kurapika… apology accepted!”

Killua snickered at his flustered expression as he passed by, causing the blonde to pout. But Kurapika couldn’t feel upset for long, not when (Name) was holding him, giggling into his shoulder. “How was work?” Kurapika asked, pulling away. She shrugged.

“Meh, alright. Did my job, got paid.”

She shouldered her backpack. “Come on, let’s go eat dinner. After that, I have a surprise for everyone!”

As they sat down at the dinner table, (Name) handed out a few things.

“Ooo!” Killua said, holding up a tshirt with the name of the city on it. “It’s hideous!”

“Haha, I knew you’d like it.”

Kurapika blinked. ‘But he called it hideous..?’

“And this is for you, Leorio!”

Leorio pulled (Name) into his arms, kissing the top of her head. “Thanks, doll face. Needed a new coffee mug.”

She giggled, handing him the coffee mug before wiggling away. Kurapika watched this interaction, biting his cheek to prevent himself from reacting.

‘He’s too touchy. I hate it. Makes me…’

Kurapika blinked when (Name) sat next to him, handing the blonde a small box. “Here you go, Kurapika.”

“For me? You got me a gift too?”

She nodded, giving him that pretty smile of hers that made his heart race. “Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

He looked down at the black box in his hand, glancing back up at her. “Go ahead, open it.”

Inside the box were several silver charms, Kurapika’s eyes widening. “These are…”

“Charms for your chains!”

She pulled one out, holding it in her palm. “Each one represents one of us! Killua is this cat…”

Killua perked up, looking at the charm with his catlike eyes. “Leorio is the stethoscope…”

Leorio peeked over Kurapika’s shoulder to look, smiling. “The leaf is Gon, and I’m this flower!”

She held up what looked like a little dandelion charm, giggling. “It fits you, (Name).” Kurapika said, opening up his palm. She placed the charm in his hand before pulling out the last one.

“And this one…”

She pulled out a charm that looked like a realistic heart, placing it in his hand. “This one represents you. A heart.”

Kurapika stared down at the small charm, confused. “Why did you choose a heart for me?”

She smiled, poking his chest. “Because you have a big, kind heart, and when I think of you, it’s the first thing that comes to mind. You care a lot for the people you love.”

Things quieted down, Kurapika closing his hand around the charms as he began to choke up. “(Name)… I…”

She placed both of her hands around his, smiling. “Come on, conjurer your chains. I wanna see how they look!”

He nodded slowly, summoning his chains on his hand. (Name) squealed, taking his hand gently and beginning to clip the charms into place.

“There we go! Ahh, look Kurapika!”

He held up his hand, twisting it around as the charms jingled softly. “They’re… they’re beautiful.”

She grinned, intertwining her fingers with his. “Now, even if you’re gone, you’ll have something to remember us all by! We’ll be with you, even if you think you’re all alone.”

He couldn’t help but tear up, lip beginning to quiver as he stared at the little charms. Kurapika’s heart swelled, and before he knew it he had pulled (Name) into his arms and buried his face into her shoulder.

“K-Kurapika, are you alright?”

He nodded, staying quiet as she gently rubbed his back. “There, there…”

Killua watched the scene, leaning back in his chair with a smile. ‘Maybe… maybe (Name) was right. Maybe he’ll be better.’ he thought, relaxing as he munched on his dinner.

Leorio’s eyebrows furrowed, holding onto his coffee mug tightly. ‘I really hope he’s changed. She loves him, and even if he doesn’t feel the same, she wants him in her life.’

Kurapika, however, wasn’t thinking about if he was ready to change or if he deserved (Name), he could only think of how nice it was to be held and cared for by her.

And how addicting her touch could be.

‘I… I want to…’

He pulled away, wiping his tears and continuing to eat dinner with the others.

‘I want to make her mine.’

————————

After dinner, (Name) met Kurapika in his room. Now that he knew he liked her, having her sit on his bed felt different, more… intimate.

“So, while I was out I got some information on our target!”

(Name) pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to the blonde, who looked over it before laughing. “You got his nen ability? (Name), that’s amazing!”

She blushed from his praise, twiddling her thumbs. “Oh, it was nothing. Just turning in a favor with a colleague.”

“Well you should give me your colleagues information. How did they even get this kind of info? Dracule’s nen ability is a well guarded secret, even amongst the Hunter Association.”

(Name) looked away, laughing. “Sorry, Kurapika, but my colleague is very picky with who he works with. Shit he only works with me because my nen ability is useful to him and I saved one of his… associates.”

She’d nearly said Troupe members, sighing softly at her quick save. “I see…”

Kurapika could tell she was hiding something, but was too elated with the new information to care. “This will make confronting him a lot easier.”

“Speaking of that…”

(Name) leaned onto his bed, turning her head to look at him. “Have you found out any other details that will help nab him?”

Kurapika nodded, grabbing his laptop and opening it. “Yes, and considering it pertains to you, I’ll tell you.”

“Pertains to me? What do you mean?”

The blonde blushed, scratching the back of his head. “Well, that’s the thing…”

He turned his laptop towards her, showing a picture of Dracule Midnight spotted walking into a club with a woman. Dracule was a tall, thin man with long black hair and a handsome face.

“How does this pertain to me?”

Kurapika bit his lip, clicking on the next picture.

“Oh.”

She could make out the woman much better now, and realized just why Kurapika had said what he did.

The woman had a nearly identical body type to (Name), and Dracule had a hand on her thigh, smiling to show off his sharp, pearly white teeth.

“He… seems to have a type.”

Kurapika clicked through several more pictures, showing Dracule with dozens of other women with a similar body type to (Name). “He has a wife and children, but has been spotted entering this club with several different women.”

Kurapika crinkled his nose at that statement, clicking off of the pictures. “Its disgusting, really. I can’t imagine making a family, only to go off with some random women every night. Why marry if…”

He clenched his fist, taking a deep breath. “That’s off topic. Anyways…”

(Name) smiled, leaning her head against his thigh. “Anything else?”

Kurapika repositioned his laptop so it hid the fact that he was now hard, just from her being so close to his crotch. “Well, there’s a favor I need from you.”

“And that is?”

She tilted her head, her cheek squishing against his thigh. ‘Cute…’ he thought, eyes softening.

“I… it pains me to ask you for help again, but could you… accompany me again? If you could… seduce him long enough to get his guard down, we could have a real chance of beating him.”

(Name) snorted. “Me? Seduce him? I get that he has a type, but I-“

“(Name).”

He pinched her cheek, the girl yelping in surprise. “You should have no trouble with it. You’re…”

He paused, looking down at her. (Name) had this sleepy look in her eyes that made her look even cuter than usual, her soft cheek still pinched between his finger.

She was lying on her tummy, her nice ass on display. Kurapika took a moment to compose himself before speaking. “You’re capable enough. With the right dress it should be easy.”

He let her go, clearing his throat. “My intel said he’ll be going back to the club next Sunday, which means we have some time to plan.”

(Name) nodded, rolling onto her back before sitting up. “Alright. If that’s all, I’ll be heading to bed. Goodnight Pika-“

She immediately covered her mouth, eyes gone wide with fear and panic. ‘No, no! You idiot, everything’s been going great and you just ruined it! He hates that nickname, now he’s going to hate you even m-“

(Name) turned, tears beginning to bead in her eyes. “Kurapika, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean t-“

He was blushing, eyes that familiar shade of red that only she got to see. Kurapika shook his head rapidly. “No, no… it’s nice. I’ve missed it.”

(Name) stayed still for a moment longer, seeming hesitant. “… are you sure? You’re… not angry with me?”

Kurapika felt his heart twist painfully at the underlying fear in her voice, the slight tremble to her words. “No… I’m not angry. It’s okay.”

She nodded slowly, glancing to the door and back to him. “Oh… okay. I’m going to bed now, goodnight… Pika.”

She scurried away, closing his door behind him.

Kurapika waited until she was out of sight to lean into his pillow, giggling into it. ‘Pika… she’s calling me Pika again. God, why does that make me so happy? (Name)…’

He stared with his eyes half lidded at the door, slowly slipping his hand into his pants. ‘(Name)… I want to hear her call me Pika more…’

Kurapika, now experiencing his first crush, imagined (Name) sitting in his lap.

��Pika… I missed you so much. Please…”

She whimpered, pulling her panties to the side. “I want you, Pika. I need my Pika inside me, need my Pika to knock me up.”

Kurapika pinned her down, cock prodding at her folds. “God, (Name)… you’re mine, all mine, okay? My love, I’ll give you whatever you need. Anything.”

She cupped his cheek, cooing softly. “My Pika…”

Kurapika gasped as he came, holding a hand over his mouth as he moaned out (Name)’s name. “(Name), fuck…”

He cleaned up his cum, sighing softly as he pulled his pillow closer. ‘Mmm…’

Kurapika scowled, remembering how possessive he felt of her in his mind. He wanted her to be his, only his, and that… made him nervous.

He wanted (Name) to live a normal, happy life. Could he give that to her, when the path he was on would only lead to bloodshed and death?

Selfishly, he decided to not think of that now. His mind was clouded with thoughts of a life with her, the lines between rationality and his need to be near her blurring.

Kurapika fell asleep, imagining (Name) curled up in his arms next to him.

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ihearttish · 1 year ago

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Sundress szn ☀️

Pairing: Shuri Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Contains: (18+ smut) , (some fluff if you look through a telescope?), (public sex) & (some cursing.)

Tags: @abenomeiiii @playhousedistee @vampzxi @heejayy @amplifiedmoan @inmyheadimobsessed @sapphicvqmpires @oceean @bstaytrippin @myaraines @everythingiseverythingl @shurilover

(comment to be added 💟)

Synopsis: While out shopping for your bae-cation with your girlfriend, she simply just can’t seem to be able keep her hands to herself.

A/N something short and sweet while i get my thoughts together for my lil bitty series, hehe :) as always, ignore any errors because… ya girl didn’t proofread NUFFIN!! Anywhosies, iii hope ya enjoy babies! 💕 P.S there are two parts of this so stay tuned 😗!

“Baby, y’know I’m tryna beat the traffic and you really in there taking your sweet little time?” Shuri groaned in annoyance. “Don’t rush me,” you chuckled. “I’m trying to look presentable.” You shout out from the bathroom where you’d been applying final touches to your appearance.”

“What? Mama, you look good as always. Bring that ass on already.” The annoyed tone in her voice didn’t match the smile you knew she had on her face like always. Even with the door shut. She couldn’t quite help herself when it came to you. It’s what you most admired about her. That same, radiant smile that would be permanently living rent free on her sweet little face you yearned to look at each and every day.

You stepped out of the bathroom after what Shuri would swear had been ages later, now ready to go. Shuri had been waiting right outside of the door and the look on her face when she laid her beautiful brown eyes on you was almost priceless. She stared at you, in awe it seemed, like she’s never seen anything like what had been standing in front of her before, this earned her a smirk from you. “What baby?” You chuckle, wrapping your arms around her small body, pulling her into a snug hug and looking up at her.

“I don’t know if we’re ever gonna make it out at this point.” Shuri licked over her lips with nothing but lust in her eyes that you found yourself getting lost in by the moment.

“And why is that?” You endeavored hiding your smirk.

“Not sure if i can handle being out in public with you looking as good as you do, my love.” By now, a quite visibly big smile emerged across your face at her words. “Yeah? I look good?” You brushed your lips across hers. “Mhm.” She mumbled in the kiss.

“Okay baby, we g-got to g-go.” You somehow managed to get out in between kisses from your girlfriend. “Let’s just stay in and I’ll take you out tomorrow. I promise.” Shuri continued leaving trails of kisses on your lips and down to your neck, her hands wandering your body and began making their way down to the curves of your perfectly sculpted ass, which she grabbed onto as you tried to back away from her.

“Nooo, you said we’d go to the mall.” You whined out.

“Fine.” Shuri left one more kiss at your temple. “However, i cannot promise you anything about my actions in them stores, y/n.” She smiled. “I mean look at you, that damn dress is just begging me to lift it up and-“ You brought your index finger to her mouth, shushing her.

“As much as i liked where that was going, somethings telling me to stop you right there because I’m afraid if i let you finish that sentence, we’re not leaving this house any time soon.” You removed your finger from her face. “I’m okay with that.” She grinned. Of course she did. “I’m aware.” You backed out of her touch and headed down your stairs and your girlfriend followed suit behind you.

…

The whole car ride, Shuri followed her duties as a driver with her passenger princess right beside her, mainly why you liked for her to drive instead of you. Her right hand rested in your lap, the placement you absolutely loved. This time, she gave you a few more glances than she usually would during a car ride. You found it cute that you’d catch her staring at you, admiring your presence and your beauty which she normally did but right now, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you. Those dangerous eyes. “You look so good, y/n. Making me wanna put this car in park right the fuck now.” Shuri looked at you and then back at the road.

“Aww, thank you, sweet face.” You leaned in to kiss her cheek before pinching the flesh you just placed a kiss on. “Let us get to our destination first, we have shopping to do.” You squeezed her hand that laid in your lap. “Then, maybe we can arrange something on the way back home.”

“Yeah?” Shuri’s lustful eyes were now on you again.

“Yeah.” You answered.

“Alright then.” Shuri’s eyes went back on the road before her.

…

You and Shuri have now entered five different stores, you were there to shop for clothing for the vacation she’d booked for your 4 year anniversary. So far, you’ve only found two outfits for you both in two out of the five stores you’ve been in. Yet, in all five, Shuri couldn’t help but to be touchy-feely on you in each store. She made sure to hold your hand, grip your waist, rub on your soft ass when nobody would be looking, (not that she’d care if anyone were looking anyways) and rubbing small circles on your back at the checkout lines. It was an endless series of events which you loved.

Her touch made you desire more and more of it but in other intimate ways. You needed more outfits though and you weren’t leaving this mall until you walked out with enough for the both of you and the sake of this trip. Which means, you both would have to hold off a little bit longer. You knew you could, but you knew it’d be way too much for Shuri.

Why not amp her up a bit? You thought to yourself. Having a bit of fun messing with her was now apart of your mission on the search for these pieces of clothing.

…

you’ve now found four outfits for each of you now and you only needed at least two more for the both of you. Shuri said you’d need a couple fancy dresses for a few of her plans she had, so you entered another store that you both hoped to be the last.

Shuri was behaving a bit too well so you decided to toy with her to see how well she’d behave now.

“My panther, come here please.” You called out to her, she had been looking at the suits the store had on display on her own. Of course, this made her eyes shoot up at you. You knew exactly what you were doing. It drove Shuri crazy when you’d call her that. She likes it most in the bed room. Shuri knew now, you were definitely trying to get her railed up.

She came quickly over to where you stood with an innocent smile on your face, pretending to be interested in the clothing that hung up before you. “You like this, baby?”

“Love it. What are you trying to do, y/n?” Shuri whispered.

“What you talking about? Should i get this dress and these shoes?” You bent down, right in front of her to pick up the pair of heels that were on the bottom shelf rack that you could’ve picked up without bending down so obviously dramatic. Your ass pressed against up her front. Before you stood up, Shuri left a long drag on your ass. As short as your dress was, you were sure she seen that you weren’t wearing any underwear. When you stood up and faced her, she’d already been glaring at you. Gnawing on her bottom lip. “What size is that dress, my love?” Shuri smirked. “Um, a medium. Why?” You questioned. The grin leaving your face. You thought your actions already were for sure enough to get a better reaction out of her.

“Hm, it looks a bit big. Might want to try that one on.” If Shuri bit down on her lip any harder, it’d bleed for sure.

“O-okay. Come with me?” You ask. “Always.” She replies.

…

You and Shuri made it into a fitting room and she took a seat in the chair inside the room. “Go on, try it on.” You turned to face the mirror and started taking down the straps that rested on your shoulders of your dress first, you moved slowly as you spotted your girlfriend in the reflection of the mirror watching your every move from the corner of your eye. Soon, your white dress dropped down to your ankles.

You turned to face Shuri since she’d been holding the dress you were meant to try on. You extended your hand out to reach for the dress and she jerked her hand back away from yours. “No panties, y/n?” Shuri eyed you. “Naw, i got on panties they just invisible. Give the dress to me, Shuri.” You reached for the dress once again and Shuri snatched it away from your reach, just like she did before. Shuri sat manspread with the dress held high above her head, knowing you couldn’t reach it.

“You know, as for someone that’s ass naked and standing right in front of me right now, it’s quite ridiculous that you’re being a smart ass to me.” Shuri stood up, now hovering over you since she was slightly taller than you were. “Not like you’re gonna do something about it.” You knew she would. You wanted nothing more right now. Not in public though, you’d think she wouldn’t be up for doing such sinful activities. Not here, not now, anyways.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“…nnghh” you breathed out as Shuri grabbed your onto your throat, caressing your skin ever so gently over your windpipe. “My love, you and i both know that’s not true, right?” Shuri’s free hand wrapped around your waist. “You think i haven’t noticed you trying to toy with me, y/n? I— I notice everything.” Shuri tried her best to be as maintain her whispers as long as possible, being that this store was busy with customers running in and out and there being nothing but a thick fabric used as a door.

Anyone passing by or in the next room over to the left or right of your room could possibly hear anything said. “And you’ve still done nothing about it, princess.” You spat, bravely. Before you knew it Shuri’s hands were now all over your body as she kissed you passionately. Your body grew hot as her fingers trailed in between your legs. Her tattooed hand rested right below your bellybutton, making you breathe out in desperation. You looked at her with lust in your eyes, begging her with them to just give in and make you feel good already, to ease the throbbing sensation on your already leaking cunt.

“My panther, p-please can you f-fuck me.” You tried your best whispering to your girlfriend. “Right here?” She smirked. “Right fucking here.” This time, you didn’t give a fuck about whispering or not, you were just ready to be pleasured by the girl you loved most. And with that, Shuri’s digits circled around your clit in a slow motion, causing you to moan out at the instant pleasure you felt on your aching bud. “Unnh. Baby. Fuck, that’s it.” You moaned into her neck as you hugged her tightly while propping up one leg up on the side of the wall for easier access. “Shh, keep quiet, my pretty baby.” Shuri reminded as you couldn’t help but to continue spilling curse words out of your mouth left and right as Shuri’s skillful digits moved gracefully around your clit.

“Look at how wet you are. All this for me baby?” Shuri’s fingers trailed down to your entrance where she circled her index finger around your awaiting hole. “Y-yes” you mumbled in the crook of her neck as quietly as you possibly could. “Yes what?” Shuri teased you, sliding in her index finger slowly but leaving it there. “Yes, my panther! Fuck!” This time, your cries weren’t as muffled as before and you were sure someone had to hear the sound that just escaped your lips. “Fuck me Shuri, p-please!” You begged. Which, Shuri loved. She rammed her fingers in your hole, squelching sounds already leaving your dripping cunt. Shuri’s fingers fucked into you harder and harder as your moans became almost impossible to control, your legs started to tremble as you felt your orgasm building up, about ready to burst.

Your chest heaved up and down as Shuri repeatedly hit your g-spot, making you squirm in her arms. “F-fuck, Shuri, Shuri, Shuri-“ you repeated. “I know mama, let it out for me.” Your gripped onto Shuri as hard as you could, your legs shaking, you, a whimpering, and an utterly sticky mess. “I- i’m-“ you moaned out. Shuri’s fingers slowed down a bit but never stopped hitting your g-spot. After a few more pumps inside of you, you completely unraveled in her arms.

You came, nothing but a creamy mess was left leaking down your thighs and all around your lover’s fingers.

“Fuck, y/n.”

Your breathing was all over the place and your curls were frizzy and remained in your face as you tried to hurry up and come down from your high, you collapsed in Shuri’s arms. “You alright?”

“Y-yes.” You breathed out. “Good, because I’m not done with you. You know that right?” Shuri asked before bringing her cream coated fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean. You couldn’t see her, but the sound of her licking away, you knew good and well what she had been doing and it made you want her even more right about now. “Leave?” Was all you could say at the moment. “Yes love, we can leave. come on, let’s get your dress back on.” Shuri gave you kiss on the forehead.

Shuri helped you slip back on your dress and your sandals and moved your curls from out of your face, grabbed your hand and opened the curtain. On the way out, to the left of you was an old lady, you and Shuri both noticed her staring as soon as you stepped foot out of the room. She’d had an disgusted look on her face. You and Shuri both turned to each other and all you could do was laugh as you walked out of the fitting rooms before putting the pretty sparkly dress you’d been looking at back where you found it and exiting the store hand and hand with your girlfriend and that innocent smile plastered on your face from earlier as if she didn’t just make you cum on her fingers just a minute ago and also because you knew she would devour you in the car sooner than later.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 months ago

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Little Earthquakes - Chapter Five.

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed.

Words - 3,495

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Minors DNI!

You could have given her weeks, months, even years and still, Holly would never tire of it, the feel of Nathan’s mouth between her legs. Not only was he amazingly skilled at it – and the double tongue piercing only enhanced his aptitude further – but she knew he thrived upon having a mouthful of her just as much as she did.

What a stark change from her ex-husband, a man who would huff about having to do it, to be with one now who loved burying his tongue within the dewy folds of her cunt.

“Enjoying yourself down there?”

Running his tongue in a slow, flat drag over her clit, he paused, sucking it, nodding with a quiet groan. “Definite yes.” And lord, how he truly was. Sex with any other girl since her had been more out of necessity than anything else, a simple thrill to chase while attempting to do whatever the hell it was that he was doing.

Not even he was too sure why he was acting like that to sate his fear, because it didn’t work.

With Holly, though, he took his time in enjoying it, enjoying her, savouring every last moment of the incredible sexual connection he’d found with her. Backing off the contact a little, he made her keen for it again, whining as his tongue gentled against her, moving his mouth away to plant kisses up her inner thigh.

Nothing was rushed when he finally returned his mouth to her, each lick slow, a sensual delivery of wet warmth, his hands gliding over her thighs as he skimmed the softest of licks upon her clit. The feel of her dampening his chin got his cock hard, dying to bury it deep within her but at the same time, in no rush to move from where he was. Looking up at her, he smiled against her pink, loving how much she was enjoying his mouth.

She gleamed, each little tickle gilded in tingles, his breath hot at her folds as he laved them again, sucking on her softly, mindful not to give her too much, even though it was exactly what he craved. A little tease never hurt anyone. That softer touch did nothing but inflate her craving, Nathan grinning to himself, tongue softly fluttering over her opening, skating over the dew of her pent-up longing for him to, well…

“Oh… fuck!” she gasped at finally feeling him sweep a firm lick at her, the wide drag of his tongue over her clit causing her to quiver, waves of bliss at being satiated washing over her. His need is to devour strengthened, tongue pressing repeated flat licks against her pink heat, tasting, dragging her folds thoroughly before settling to work side to side over her bud.

She shook against his mouth, her hands becoming lost in the silken, dark brown of his hair, tugging gently as he rolled his tongue over her bundle in a slow, gentle circle. He watched her intently while eating her with aplomb, her body trembling with a series of lustful quakes, soft sighs escaping her mouth, entangled fingers tugging at his hair.

Her clit hardened against his touch, his tongue bathing it in wet heat even further when he thumbed the hood, pulling it back gently to reveal more of her potent little pink bud to each roll of his tongue, his precise circles continuing, pleasure rocketing through her. When he gently rolled his piercings over it, too, she almost jolted off the bed.

“Too much?” he asked, her hips juddering like a live wire was running through her bones.

“No, just enough. Please, Nath. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice almost strangled, she was so deliriously aroused.

“I won’t, promise. Not even when you come.” He winked at her before his dark lashes fluttered shut, cheeks hollowing as he sucked upon her again, the coil within her groin twisting violently in response. Gasping, she began to pant hard, the suction increasing steadily, a deep groan vibrating through it, prompting her to wail in bliss.

His hands pressed into her thighs, opening them again after they’d begun to close around his head, one moving to grip her waist, steadying her against the onslaught to come as the other slipped down to join his mouth. Stroking her folds with the back of his fingers, he added to the extremely rigorous stimulation of his tongue as it lashed her clit with wild licks, his middle digit then pushing against her sodden entrance, sinking into the slick of her cunt fully to curl around and rake against the sweetest of spots.

Firm, precise strokes had her reeling, her chest heaving as she cried out, sparks glittering through her. She began to shake, Nathan adding a second, then a third finger into her plush heat, Holly feeling herself stretched wide as they drove in and out relentlessly. Her nerves buzzed, his tongue igniting heat down to her bones as she began to clench around him fiercely.

Every pant was replaced with a soft, helpless cry, her voice breaking on his name as she cried out, her entire body shaking as white-hot heat jumped with the lightning from strike point to strike point, sharp and uncontained, her fluttering cunt flooding against his fingers. After chasing her release with ardent beats of his tongue, he made her see stars before removing his hand to suck upon her instead, orgasmic nectar bathing his mouth, his groan guttural. Just as he promised too, he didn’t cease.

It was too much, his grip upon her narrow waist keeping her steady as her overstimulated body quivered against his mouth, his tongue circling her aching bud once more. He ate her like a bear devouring fresh honey, hungry and without pause or reserve as her sweet slick bathed his eager tongue.

He had her ascending again sharply, this time though moving to kneel before her, sinking himself into the quivering warmth of her cunt. His thumb dragged sparks at her clit as she came undone again, her back arching like the bending of a bow, his mouth upon hers, drinking back each soft mewl.

The heat of his cock forced a gasp from her, her nails digging into his shoulder, Nathan virtually growling against her neck, nipping her just below her ear as he bottomed out, dragged back and plunged into her again. Her wail made his insides throb, hands roaming her, mouth catching hers in a smouldering kiss, Holly arching against him as his head dipped, mouth closing over her nipple, a long sigh exiting her parted lips.

A furnace of heat roared steadily between them, Nathan sitting back on his heels, pulling her up with him, their kisses all honey and embers, staring at one another, foreheads touching, hands stroking. The lewd sound of his cock cutting through her slick filled the room along with her soft, breathy moans, his fingers losing themselves in her hair.

It bloomed brightly, her pleasure igniting, gasping as the hard thick of him speared her deep. She rode the crest of the wave he fucked up into her, his breath blasting hard against her neck, his own release rushing through him seconds after as he let it go, the coil snapping within him, pulsing waves of cum deep into her fluttering walls.

Breathless, dreamy bliss abounded, kissing one another softly, hands wandering each other’s sweaty skin, the tingles of their release ebbing away gently, nerve endings still twitching as Nathan unfolded his legs from beneath him, lying back with her against his chest.

“Proper knackered now.” he panted, Holly laughing softly. It had been a twelve-hour day for him, one of his regular clients managing to talk him into opening early for an hour long sitting he wanted to get done prior to his holiday, Nathan bolstering himself with a vodka-laced coffee in order to feel awake enough to be up so early.

He just about had the mental comprehension to set an alarm on his phone for the following morning, which would give him plenty of time to get ready and back over to Queen’s Park. When that alarm did go off seven hours later, though, he immediately hit snooze, not wanting to move. Turning over, her curled around Holly, kissing her shoulder.

“Can you call the shop and tell them you’ve taken me prisoner?”

She snorted softly with laughter, stroking his forearm. “What are the ransom terms?”

“None. I’m a happy captive,” he croaked, his voice still thick with sleep. “Really don’t wanna go.”

And god, she didn’t want to let him either. They’d fallen into such a happy little bubble the previous night, sitting out in the garden, talking and laughing, Holly truly getting to know him a little better. He was sweet, interesting, intelligent, talented, and oh so funny. Everything she looked for in a man.

“You kind of have to, though. I bet you’re booked all day, aren’t you?” she spoke, turning to cuddle up against his chest. “Let me have ten minutes before I have to begrudgingly let you go.”

Kissing her head, his hand wandered up and down her bare back, his brain ticking in thought as he woke up more. “There’s a way around it.”

“Doubt you could move your clients to my bedroom, y’know.”

He laughed, scratching his chin. “If you’ve not got any plans, you can always come with me? I’d say chill upstairs in my flat, but it’s a right fucking hole, so you could hang out with us if you want, and I’ll take you out somewhere tonight?”

His offer was very tempting, and all she had planned that day was sitting to work on a few designs. She could do that anywhere, too. “Alright, yeah. That’d be great. I still want these ten minutes in bed, though.”

“Mm,” he hummed, moving to kiss her neck. “I might need a bit longer than that.” One very heated morning quickie later and they both got up, Holly making coffee while he took a shower, getting in herself before putting on some casual clothes, her loose-fitting jeans and a little strapless top, shoving her feet into her slides before packing an outfit change for later, fresh pants for the following day in case she stayed at Nathan’s that night, and a few toiletries.

Joining him in the kitchen, she was just about to order them an Uber when she noticed the look on his face, Nathan frowning as he tried not to laugh. “What?”

“Nothing. Just wondering if the Jim Henson company know you’ve murdered a Fraggle to make your slides.” They were the fluffy kind, and she loved them, but it wasn’t the first time she’d been teased over her casual footwear choice.

“Leave my shoes alone,” she warned, watching him shake with soft laughter.

“As a vegetarian, I should be against this kind of vivisection,” he teased, looking at her feet. “You alright down there, Wembley Fraggle?” His laughter only grew as her lips tightened. “Nah, he’s dead.”

“As if you remember the character names!” It had been years since she’d even thought about the old children’s TV programme, Fraggle Rock.

“As if you skinned one of them,” he continued, bobbing his tongue between his teeth, dodging the slap she made for his arm. He pulled her close, kissing her hair. “I’m only messing, cutie. Just don’t tell me you wear Crocs, or I’m never coming back.” The look of disgust on her face had him laughing hard, throwing his head back, Holly moving over to the lounge.

“Right, let me just get my iPad and I’m ready.”

“Nah, don’t bother. You can use my MacBook, save you bringing it.” With that, she finished booking the Uber, both leaving the flat, Nathan winding her up all over again by whistling the Fraggle Rock theme tune as they did.

“You’re a shit,” she scolded, heaving herself up to sit on the wall outside of her flat.

“I’m a fucking delight!” he chirped, moving between her legs to kiss her. “One who’s gonna love having you there with him all day.” Even though he’d only be able to give her sporadic attention around his day rammed with almost back-to-back appointments, having here there in his world gave him a feeling of excitement, getting to spend time with her around.

When they arrived at the shop, Holly kindly offered to go and get them some breakfast and coffee, Nathan beginning setting up while she walked four doors down to the local cafe. They were sitting down at the desk eating sandwiches when Kelsey arrived, entering through the back of the shop.

Hearing female laughter, she felt her back stiffen, wondering what random he had down there with him. At least he was actually up in time, though. Opening the door, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Holly there laughing hysterically from behind her hands.

“Can’t believe you don’t remember, nah, I was pissing crying laughing. These cute little snores and then all of a sudden, waaaaah!” he exclaimed, hugging his sides as he cracked up.

“Morning, my lovely little hetero’s!” she beamed brightly. “What are we laughing at?”

Nathan pointed, still in soft fits. “Her over there and her 3am waaaaah’s!”

“First you shoe shame me and now you’re sleep noise shaming me?” she cried, folding her arms before moving out from behind the counter. “I’m going home. You don’t half know how to embarrass a girl.”

“Oi, you’re going nowhere,” he spoke, grabbing the back of her jeans and hauling her into his arms, Kelsey watching the exchange with delight. Ahhh. Sweet Nathan had returned. “Kels, we need the lesbian opinion. Holly’s slides. Fashion or Fraggle?”

Looking down, her mouth dropped open. “Fashion! I love those! I’m too butch to be girly but those are sick!”

Holly lifted her chin defiantly, poking Nathan with her fingernail. “See?”

“Female conspiracy,” he muttered, popping the last piece of sandwich into his mouth, giving Holly a wink before moving to the light box area. “Oh, I got us a table at Namaaste Kitchen in Camden for eight tonight. Foods meant to be amazing, so I thought we could give it a try.”

She was looking forward to it already, continuing to eat her breakfast while chatting to Kelsey, retrieving one of her sketchpads from her bag at her request to show off some of her current projects.

“Max Mouse! You drew him? My kids love those books!” she cried, looking at the rough sketches of the little cartoon critter who Fallon and Flynn adored so much.

“Yes, I’m drawing up the mock ups for the story board. Keep it under your hat, but the new series is coming out just before Christmas.” she replied, Kelsey storing that information in way of present ideas for her little ones. Leaving her to it, she greeted her first client of the day just as Chris was entering the shop too, but definitely kept a watchful eye over Holly here and there throughout her day.

Well, that wasn’t strictly true. It was the way Nathan kept glancing over at her adoringly every so often that she noticed, smiling to herself. Maybe the further things went with the lovely new lady in his life, the less he’d fall into the behaviours that she found so concerning. Seeing him restored to his usual self, going over to spend a few minutes with her between appointments, stealing little kisses here and there, she truly hoped player Nathan would be somebody he left behind.

After all, she knew when her Gilly was smitten; he’d been exactly like this back when he’d first met Lisa.

Also, they looked so good together, such an attractive pair, she couldn’t help but notice when they arrived back in the shop after heading upstairs to get ready later that evening. Holly had such effortlessly on brand style, dressed in black shorts that showed off her amazing legs, teamed with a lacy, long sleeved black bodysuit, Nathan actually smartening up for once in grey jeans and waistcoat paired with a black shirt.

“Oooh! Legs!” Kelsey exclaimed, Holly doing a little dance that made her chuckle.

“Oi, eyes off, Chapman,” Nathan chided her, wrapping his arm around the beauty by his side. “See you Tuesday.” While he might have told Kelsey to keep her eyes to herself, he couldn’t do the same himself. She was an absolute knockout, and he was the one she was out with, looking adoringly at, kissing sweetly in the back of the Uber as they made their way over to Camden.

She was more than just stunning, though, Nathan learning more and more about her as they ate, the summer evening still quite stifling in heat, but comfortable for the breeze as they sat at an outside table.

“Nah, you really worked there?” He didn’t know why it had been surprising to hear, that Holly had worked with homeless people in the past, given her caring nature.

Finishing her mouthful of grilled artichoke, she nodded, wiping the corner of her lip with her thumb. “I did. Well, I volunteered. It’s always been important to me to give back, y’know? Especially since my dad was homeless for four years in his late teens and early twenties. “

His eyebrows rose sharply. “For real? That's mad!"

“Yes, he ended up on the streets because him and my nan became estranged, all down to him not being able to stand her boyfriend at the time. This isn’t nan who left me the flat, by the way. That was granny Hattie, my mum’s mum. But anyway, he lived rough for four years, had addiction problems, drank too much.

“Then one day, he got himself a space at a homeless shelter and made friends with the staff there, used to help them out in the office for his board. He’d always been really good with computers, and the guy running the shelter put him in touch with his brother, who was in IT management. My dad went for an interview, and because of his aptitude, he managed to get a job and work his way up the ladder to one of the partners at the company eventually.”

“No way, that’s fucking sick. Literally went from nothing to being one of the bosses.” Hearing such truly was impressive to him. “Does he still do that now?”

Her smile fell a little, Holly looking away for a few moments. “No. He died three years ago. Sadly, his old issues with alcohol rose its ugly head again. Poor bloke ended up drinking himself to death.”

Nathan was out of his seat in a second, moving to give a hug as soon as he saw the tears pool in her pretty eyes. “I'm so sorry, Holly. That’s proper messed up.”

Clutching his forearm, she waved her free hand, sniffing and drying her eyes with her thumb. “Thank you, but I’m okay. It’s just sad to talk about. All I wanted to do was save him, but you can never save an alcoholic from themselves.” He could well imagine that, kissing her head as he rubbed her shoulder supportively. “Anyway, it’s in the past. To use a Nathan-ism, it is what it is. Let’s talk about something else. Tell me all about how you first started Carpe Diem.”

He was only too happy to oblige, assist in taking her mind off the little blip of sadness that had arose. “It used to be a small DIY shop owned by Dawnii’s grandfather, and he sold it to us for a fucking steal when he retired. We did it all up around working other jobs, I was still over at Spear Tattoo in Bromley with Chris, and Kels even further away than that in Ilford. Pissing knackered us all out, working long hours and then hauling ourselves over to Queens Park to carry on working every night,” he revealed, Holly listening with interest.

“You did all of the refit work yourselves, then?”

“Yep,” he confirmed, sipping his beer. “Dad taught me how to plaster because he always said it was a good skill to have, and he was right. Then he came in and did all the electrical stuff and the plumbing, and we fitted all the counters and the floor ourselves.”

She really liked that about him, how much of a hard worker he was, the determination he’d had to make his joint business venture work, even down to the three of them literally building their dream together. The more she listened to him speak of his life and what he loved to do, the more one resounding thought became stuck in her head. She quietly hoped that one day, this thing with him would no longer be casual, because to her, he was just the type of guy she could see herself falling for.

The reality that lurked just under Nathan’s surface was likely far from it, though.

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sandcobangevent · 7 months ago

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The five time Sherlock smiled, and the one time he laughed

by @player-tag and @subtlehysteria

John would like to believe that he’s not usually a jealous type, and especially to a mere acquaintance, but sometimes his brain gets a little ahead of him.

The first time he notices Sherlock smiling at something that isn’t a case, John is sitting on their couch and scrolling through Twitter (or X, whatever they call it these days), reading reactions to their first case together, gleeful about the positive reception they’re getting. He’d sent a few screenshots to Sherlock, consequently he had got left on read, but he sighed and moved on.

Then, Sherlock walked in, a scarf around his neck and half his face from the freezing London November.

“Hi,” John greeted, smiling, “Did you know we—”

Sherlock’s phone dings, and he grabs it out of his pocket. Then, to John’s absolute astonishment, he smiles (one eerily similar to the Grinch, John then thinks) and clenches his fist in excitement.

“Somethin’ good?” John asks, hopeful.

“Great,” Sherlock is typing a response already, from the way John can see his fingers flying across his phone screen. “I need to go. Tell Mrs. Hudson to get us something for dinner.”

“That’s not—” John can’t be bothered. “Her name’s Mariana, Sherlock. And where are you going, anyways? Who are you talking to?”

“Stamford.” He doesn’t explain past that, rather just throws his scarf over his shoulder and speeds out of 221B, excitement clear in his gait.

“Wait—” But Sherlock is out of their apartment, and rushing god knows where. John wants to call him, demanding at least an explanation, but he sighs and decides not to push it. Who was he to question Sherlock Holmes, anyways?

John’s talking to Mariana on their couch, Sherlock lying on the floor by their feet, scrolling through his phone.

“I’m just pointing it out,” Mariana says with a suppressed smile as she’s talking to John. “Me watching makeup videos is literally more productive than you watching sports videos.”

“That’s a little unfair,” John says (he Does Not whine, as Mariana seems to be implying with the lift of her eyebrow). “Me watching football isn’t—”

“At least I’m learning how to do makeup, like—”

“Like that’s important,” John says, rolling his eyes.

Then he realises that that’s the wrong move.

“John,” Mariana says, almost gasping, and sounding offended. “That’s a little sexist, isn’t it?”

He’s blushing red, and trying desperately to defend himself, letting out lame excuses, when he glances over at Sherlock and sees him smiling, still looking at his phone. “Are you having a laugh at me?” he asks, as Mariana is still half giggling next to him.

“Hm?” Sherlock asks.

“What are you smiling at?” John asks.

“Oh, it’s just Wiggins. He sent me something funny,” Sherlock says, shrugging, then goes back to typing.

John glances over at Mariana, who’s no longer smiling, just staring confused as him. He raises an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t ask me,” she says. “He’s never laughed at any of my jokes, so Wiggins must be hilarious.”

“Should I—?” John asks, half awkwardly.

“Nah. Leave him.”

Then she goes back to watching her videos, commenting every now and then at John, who’s still kind of curious.

“Mariana must be awfully lonely when we’re out like this,” John is saying, as they’re on the underground, whilst on a case.

“I’m sure she’s fine all by herself, Watson” Sherlock is saying, and John would assume he’s being patronising if it was anyone else. But this is Sherlock, and anything he says is almost a hundred percent genuine. “In fact, I’m certain she’s enjoying her time away from us. Being cooped up with us isn’t good for one’s mental health.”

“I feel like I should be offended,” John says, frowning.

“Don’t be. I didn’t insult you, I insulted both of us.”

John snorts, and goes back to his phone. Sherlock is typing something, by the clicking sounds of his phone that he seems to always have on.

John is sure he almost falls asleep after a bit. When he does open his eyes again, he glances over to see Sherlock smiling at his phone, and a laugh seems to be building in his throat.

“What’s up?” John says, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He still feels a little drowsy, but he's not sure if it’s a five-minute-nap drowsy or a five-hour-nap drowsy. It could be either, since Sherlock was probably unbothered with waking him up.

“Oh, nothing,” Sherlock says, coughing out the smile and putting his phone away. “It’s just Mrs. Hudson.”

John blinks. “It’s Mariana,” he automatically corrects, so he’s not too bothered by it now. It’s just reflex at this point. “What’s she done that’s so funny?”

“Nothing.”

John wants to ask again, but then Sherlock announces that it’s their stop, so he just sighs, shrugs, and runs after the detective, eager to solve another case.

“Who’s it this time?” John asks, when he sees Sherlock smiling endlessly at his phone.

“Whatever do you mean, Watson?” Sherlock says, seemingly actually perplexed, which is definitely a first for him.

“Who’s text are you smiling at?”

“Oh, it’s Victor.”

“Excuse me?” John’s more just surprised than confused. Sherlock doesn’t seem to be the type to reconnect with college friends, even if they were as close as Victor had said.

“Victor Trevor, you know, the man—” Sherlock is clarifying, when John shakes his head.

“No, no,” he says. “I know who you mean. I’m just, er… Surprised? You don’t seem the type to reconnect and—”

Sherlock shrugs. “Victor was my only friend in Uni. Of course I’m going to have an attachment to him, even if we don’t share that many interests, or really anything, anymore.”

John is nodding, though he’s not sure why. “Yeah. Uh. I guess. I mean I’m still friends with all my army pals so uh—”

“As I’m very aware, unfortunately,” Sherlock says. His phone dings, and he goes back to reading and texting.

“Er. Ehm. Have… fun, then, Sherlock,” John says, nodding. Sherlock isn’t looking at him, so he isn’t quite sure why he’s nodding. “Say hi to Victor from me.”

“Thank you, Watson. Will do.”

John is maybe a little jealous. Maybe hurt.

“I know… yes…” Sherlock is saying to his phone, rolling his eyes, when John walks in. He holds up a finger, takes his phone off speaker, and continues speaking, mostly nodding and saying affirmations as he listens. John just stands there awkwardly as he’s talking.

After a few minutes, Sherlock smiles softly at his phone, and says. “Yes, I know. Just text me the details and I’ll sort it out.” He hums a few more affirmations, then smiles again. “Yes, yes. See you soon. Goodbye.” He puts his phone down on the table.

Sherlock strides over to the door where John is standing, and as he’s passing John, he says, “Just give me a few minutes, Watson. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

“Right, er, oka—” Sherlock is out of the door before John can finish what he’s saying.

John has no idea what possessed him to walk over to Sherlock’s phone. He knows he’s being needlessly jealous for no actual reason, but John still wants to know.

He flips over Sherlock’s phone, and the screen lights up. The background is one of some plants, one that rotates in Sherlock’s seemingless endless phone wallpaper gallery. John thinks the one on the screen right now is gladiolus flowers.

The text comes through before John can put the phone down. The name attached is ‘Mycroft’, which has a bored face and a clock emojis after it. John isn’t sure who Mycroft is, as Sherlock has never mentioned him.

John definitely feels jealous for some reason. He doesn’t even know who Mycroft is, and maybe that’s why he’s so offended. Sherlock was talking to them so softly, and smiling genuinely.

He probably shouldn’t care, but they’re close enough friends that Sherlock should tell him about anyone else he knows, right? John isn’t overreacting, is he—?

He’s going to talk to Sherlock about this. He will.

The next time he sees him. If it comes up.

+1.

John’s laying on his bed when Sherlock barges in, as always, with no warning. The sun is setting, and John feels sleep creeping on him. The darkness always makes him tired.

“Watson!” He veins, giddiness clear in his tone and volume. “Mrs Hudson just received the most curious of emails, and I wanted to discuss the contents with you.”

“Mhm,” John confirms, as he sits up. Sherlock sits next to him, starts talking rapidly about something that John can’t quite comprehend.

John has no idea when he zoned out, but suddenly he hears the silence and turns to Sherlock who's staring at him with curious eyes. He seems to be waiting for something.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, can you repeat that? I zoned out for a sec,” John laughs and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling somewhat embarrassed that he’d zoned out so easily and quickly.

“Are you quite alright, Watson?” Sherlock asks, instead of going on about the email he was talking about.

“Er, yeah, I’m fine,” John’s somewhat puzzled. Sherlock doesn’t usually ask. “Why do you ask?”

“You seem… off,” Sherlock, to John’s surprise, seems hesitant and shy. “I’m not the best at reading people’s emotions unless I’m on a case, as you know, but I feel like you are… bothered, or preoccupied, by something. Is… something wrong?”

John blinks at Sherlock. Oh, that’s actually kind of sweet of him , John thinks distantly. He runs the idea through his head a few times, and finally decides to be brave. He can do it.

“Er…” John begins, and he looks away from Sherlock. He sighs and then takes a deep breath. “Do… Do you like me, Sherlock?”

Sherlock’s lip twitches, and John feels his red heat with the rush of blood. He wants his mattress to swallow him whole. “Not like—” He begins quickly, anxiously. “Not like, like like! I mean as in, like— Do you enjoy my company—?”

Sherlock’s laughing. Full belly laughs, clutching his stomach and almost giggling at John’s question. John is blushing, but he knows Sherlock doesn’t mean it scornfully, because the way he’s laughing just seems to be innocent and more surprised than anything. John continues to stare.

Sherlock holds up a hand, and tries to suppress the giggles as he asks, “Why do you ask, Watson?”

“Well,” John veins, still beat red in the sunset heat but also kind of smiling. “You never seem to laugh at my jokes, and you never smile much at me, but so many times now you’ll receive a text from someone and just smile or suppress a giggle and it’s not even—” John shakes his head as Sherlock continues to suppress a gleeful smile. “Like! You smile at Mariana’s text and Wiggins and Victor’s , for God’s sake! Like— who the hell is Mycroft ?!”

Sherlock’s laughing again. “Are you jealous , John?”

“Oh, piss off,” John says, pushing Sherlock’s face away as he himself looks away, blushing but also smiling slightly. He can feel his heart lighten in his chest, so that’s all good.

“John, you do realise that your jokes are absolutely awful, and that’s why I never laugh at them?” Sherlock says, as his laughter dies down and John looks at him again.

John smiles and rolls his eyes. “Dickhead.”

Sherlock’s grin suddenly softens to a smile. “I do like you, Watson. That’s why I never feel a need to smile at you. I’m comfortable, and not masking. You do realise that, right?”

“Well, yes, but—” John shakes his head. He knows he was probably being dramatic. “Yeah, I guess I was just being sensitive.”

“Maybe a little bit,” Sherlock says, grinning.

John shoves him.

Sherlock laughs again, and John laughs with him.

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martinys-world · 11 months ago

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The girl 9

Sorry for the late update. I have not proofread it. If you want to be tag please comment so that I can start taking people in it.

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When someone is in trouble a beam of some sort goes off. Like a beam for the key earlier. Sometimes it a little blue orb. Sometimes it’s a bright line on the ground. The leads the way. It’s completely random. Like it can be line then orb then line, it could be beam then line then orb. Once it was line 6 times then went to beam and orb again. They were all different scenarios. But one thing they have in common is that something need my help.

When any of my charms break it “shows” me a path to the one in need. Only i can see. K said he can see it sometimes but i also hang out with him a lot. Some my magic might run on him. When i told him about it. His reaction was “ like that episode of fairly odd parentswith the substitute Mrs. Sunshine.” When he say my confused face he said never mind. I was like okay.

After that ramble. I should get back on topic. The charm broke and now it is showing me an orb and it toke me to the roof top and leading me to the park i think. Maybe Central Park I don’t know, let alone care. Right now I was trying to focus on not falling or tripping. The orb leaded me to an opening and stop moving like a movie put on pause.

“ what am i here for?”

I heard a sound whine sound. Who ever it was EXTREMELY upset. It was coming from inside the park. Looking at the orb confuse. It went up and down as like it trying to say yes, or that what you are here for. Looking away from the glowing light.

“ i wish you can talk so it not just a guessing game.”

What I didn’t know was the orbs was shaking as if it was laughing. It kept laughing until it faded away into nothing. One thing I learned was expect the in expected, or it pointless to play what is it or what has happen. I try not to guess, but sometimes it’s hard not to guess. Sometimes i think it’s an abuse story or a child gets extreme lost. A drunk man getting robbed. I would never guess this. Not for a thousand years.

The scene smell like blood and tears. Seeing the yellow raincoat. I knew it was buster but his coat was duller and there was another color on it. The color red. That was not a good sign. The red was not just on him it was sprawled on the side walk. Somehow it gotten on the black lamp post. He was hugging something against his chest. Clinging to it for dear life. It wasn’t an object it was a being. I saw the brown and white colors. Oh no.

Buster was holding Altan for dear life. Altan was bleeding. “What happen?”

“Those pricks.”.

The pricks he talking bout a bunch of people that don’t like what they call the low life’s. The ones that don’t have homes or jobs. The ones where they pretend that nothing will be wrong. The ones that thinking engorging the problems will make it go away. Stuff doesn’t go away. People don’t go away. The worst part is that most of them are teenagers that are influenced by there parents. These teenagers are troublemakers. The adults are to busy working that they cant do the shenanigans themselves. So they let there kids do the trouble for them. There little stunts have been nothing but words, never any indication of violence. I would never expected this from anyone let alone someone just learning how to drive a car.

What hurt the most was I couldn’t do anything. I was no vet and there was no way he was going to live long enough to get to one. My extra equipment was left at Noah because i was in a rush here. Even if i run at full speed there and back. She lost to much blood to survive. No one likes to say the truth, but it was loud and clear.

Feeling hopeless and no solution in site. I kneel next to buster. I petted the injured one. Buster didn’t jump. He just let me be. The sound of sobs and hingeing in my ear was deafening. Trying so hard not to feel useless, i rub Altan head and told her she a good girl.

“Let my power shine make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was ours. Heal what has been hurt, change the fates design. Save what has been lost bring back what was ours. What was ours.

While saying/singing those words. My hand began to glow. Like it did with spelling but it wasn’t green like last time it was yellow. Yellow and bright. My body and mine were apart. I didn’t realize I was doing anything. The last thing I remember doing myself was rubbing Altan head. Tell how good she is. Then she began to kiss me. I was confused. What happen? Did i do that and it’s thing that k says i do. I zoned out the situation because it was too much for me.

Like always i had no time to think. I felt relief when i knew she was okay. I didn’t care that i didn’t know, what happens or how she was suddenly able to walk around. I was definitely crying my heart out. That feeling whatever it was, cut short. Buster was feeling more than happiness.

"What are you? How did you do that? "

I forgot buster was there. Why dose he look scared?

“What are you? "

He was backing up get away from me. The scene felt like a human and a predator. He was the human and i am the predator. But that was not the scene. if anything i am kitten getting yelled by his owner. Him being scared was scaring me.

"Buster. I am sli-" i began to say.

"What was that light. What else can you do. Can you control minds like you do bodies. Did you mess with my dog."

He was doing a defense mode. He was turning into a predator. He was ready to attack me. Altan was whining. She didn’t want us to fight. Trying to show use she okay. Like it would stop the fighting.

“Buster let’s clam down an-“

" don’t tell me to clam down. You did something that….. did something. go away. I never want to see you again."

The one word i would never use with Buster scared or afraid. In that moment i was terrified. This was not the buster i knew. This isn’t the Buster that always had a smile. The one i shared my money and food with because he was nice to everyone else’s besides me. This was not the Buster i platonically love. This has to be a dream right. When i close my eyes. I was going to wake up on the Diaz’s couch or in the back of Reek’s car. Just like i did this morning.

Buster held something in his hand. I could not tell you what it was, only that it was aimed at my head. I turn and was running my feet to the ground trying to get a move on. My hands landed on… water? Realizing my surrounding. Water was everywhere. My body was soaked, when did it start raining. When i gotten up i heard a clunk form next to me. I didn’t want to look behind me. Still believeing this was some type of dream but body didn’t have the same belief, began to run. To where I don’t know. I was too busy feeling scared and what ever else i felt.

At some point i began jogging and finally began to feel the cold. I couldn’t read the street signs because of how dark, plus with the rain everything became blurry. My backpack was at Noah’s place. That also met my phone was there. No contact with K. I felt lost and vulnerable for the first time in years. The unknow was scaring me. What could i do?

While my tears were blending in with the rain. I didn’t hear the noise behind me. I saw the light reflecting off the water before i noticed the noise. The light disappear. Then a car was next to me. I saw the sliver coat before the door open. I realized that no one was inside.

“ i would get in before you turn into water.”

Mirage. How did he even find me. I walk to the door and hop in. I was ready for tonight to be over.

When the door was close, the car began to move. We were probably going to Noah’s place again. I went to fetal position, it just felt right to hug my knees to my chest. I felt so much that i couldn’t comprehend. Did i lose buster. How am i a monster. Did i save Altan? There was so much that happen and I couldn’t make a sense of it.

"Want to talk about it?"

Shaking my head no, my eyes went to look out the window. It may have been blurred from the rain but it was better than my head. Nothing was said for the rest of that night. We both were driving down the cold empty streets. I couldn’t began to explain how i was feeling, but the streets represent part of my emotions.

Meanwhile

the only sound that was heard in the quiet night was a Nokia phone. It buzz against the couch, until someone pick up the said phone. when the button clicked was when they began to hear other voices.

“Sliver please explain, why you are jump on roof at this late at night."

" I would like to figure that out."

k eye turn into shock when, it was not the person he thought he would hear.

" Who are you?"

" My name in Noah?"

" Let me guess she left her whole bag at your place. then ran off randomly?"

" yep."

" Did her bracelet snap or was it something else?"

"bracelet, how did you know?"

" Not the first time, someone need her."

while moving the speaker part of the phone away from his mouth. k began to walk up some stairs.

"hey t and v. I know that you are getting off but let the next shift know that 1. I want camera on sliver, until I say other wise. 2. seen the live feed to the office?"

While multiple confirmations where said. K open the glass door to the room above all the computers. the sound of button being press. Papers being shuffle. the click of computer mouse. were muffle as soon as the door closed.

" Can you please explain what going on with silver?"

k put the phone on speaker while he sat down.

" I can't say anything, I am sorry."

"why not?"

" rule is sliver has to tell you."

"why not you, mr?"

" because you are part of sliver world. I would gladly tell you if i meant you but when star goes on these adventures, I can't jump in."

" why is that?"

" because she will go completely AWOL. she will not contact me at all. so I will have to do this massive hunt for her. It just simpler this way."

" what?"

" something happen her and she need to walk away for a bit."

" that how she in New York?"

" yea. the only way I was going to let her go bye herself, is that she keeps contact every 3- days unless other wise."

" you sound like a parent."

K was chuckle. " I guess somedays."

" how and when will she tell me."

" when she trust you."

there was nothing else said. K knew what he wanted to say, because K was there at one point in his life.

" I guessing she left her bag there?"

" yes. it's actually next to me."

" it won't be long now."

" what do you mean?"

" how st- I mean sliver works is that. she always have her bags on her. they are a life line in fact. leaving them there means she trust you enough to leave them."

K look at the screen. to see that sliver ran into the park. going back and relaxing again he focus his Conversation with Noah.

" what do you mean life line.

" well if she docent have her phone or not answer me. I would kill her. no, if, and, or, buts."

" you do sound scary."

K snorted at the comment. " sure lets okay with that." looking at the computer K notice a light in the little group. it was a sign that he was going to have a lot of cleanup to do. it was also as sign to cut his conversation.

" Look Noah, I have to go. Someone need my help here."

" this might sound crazy but this helps a lot."

" I know it will always feel like she docent trust you or that there something she doing but won't say, but look at the little things. she leave her bag with you. She is probably sleeping there. it won't be lone until she says something."

"okay"

That simple okay was sort of was a nod, that they understood each other. that Noah couldn't ask anymore question even thought he wanted to. K couldn't tell him, even if he wanted to. The phone ended on an understanding that they both have to do some waiting.

when k knew the call was ended. he pull open the draws next to him. he need to do something real quick before he forgot. he pulled out a stack of files. he saw that reek was the first file. he put it to the side. saw what said kris Diaz and Brenna Diaz. h tossed those with reek. he found what he was looking for. he grab a sticky note and put under Noah face's.

a good one. sliver trust? look into?

Closing the file. he put the family together pushing the files to the side. There was one underneath. It was someone wearing a yellow rain coat. he looked back at camera and notice the same raincoat.

" looks like I will add notes to you also."

holding buster file he got up and went to the door.

" sliver what did you do now?"

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keisurou · 3 years ago

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eyes on me.

mdni. written for @bakugosbratx on behalf of @httptamaki‘s love letters collab <3 i’m so sorry for the lateness, and thank you for waiting bella! you guys can all check out the rest of the works here!

warnings: yandere!megumi, pinning, mean megumi, dry humping, implied friends to lovers, nipple play, i honestly don’t really know anymore, all characters are aged up as always, idk it feels kinda rushed, unedited.

Megumi is so sick of you right now.

You’re pouting, with your little sighs and mournful groans as you lean against his sofa, your blue sleep shorts riding dangerously high as you drape your leg over his thigh. You’re pouting as you play with your food, picking at the pink icing of the cake slice before making a face at it, mumbling how it resembles Itadori’s hair; which is baffling since you’re the one who picked it out from the cake shop.

You’re pouting over a boy on Valentine’s day.

“But you don’t understand, Megumi” you let out a childish whine, your arms flailing in the air. “Do you even know how long I waited? How utterly humiliated I was?”

He sips at the can of coke and eyes the clock; he was waiting a long time too. Longer than he should have because he knows for a fact that both Itadori and Kugisaki were finished with their work an hour ago. “I understand.”

It’s a flurry of limbs and within a second, you’re on all fours, leaning in impossibly close as you inch your face closer to his. “Gumi, do you have any nice friends?”

“Itadori and Kugisaki are nice.”

“I can’t go on a date with them.” your lips form into a soft pout and Megumi forces himself to relax. “Maybe I should just give up on dating altogether,”

You’re alone at Megumi’s place after dark and you’re pouting about not finding a decent date. He drains the rest of his drink and watches the way the aluminium can scrunches beneath his fingers. You haven’t mentioned the letter yet, and it pisses him off all the more. “You didn’t get any confessions at work today?”

“Not at work, but there was a letter in my mailbox actually.”

“And..?”

“And what?” You give a little shrug of your shoulders. “They didn’t even leave a name. If they’re not serious about me, what am I supposed to do?”

He casts you a sidelong glance. You’re already staring at him openly and it takes him a second too long to school his face back to nonchalance. “What are you looking at?”

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” He bristles at the comment. Of course you had said it harmlessly, just in passing but it frustrates him all the more. It makes him hate himself and he’s positively spiteful because he knows that’s probably the reason why you never even considered him to be a potential date in the first place. “Pretty and nice; can’t believe you’re still single.”

You couldn't believe he was still single? You couldn’t believe that after countless years of following you around on your impulsive shopping trips or tagging along ‘as a friend’ whenever you wanted to go out to the movies maybe he wasn’t just being nice? You really couldn’t believe that maybe he actually had a reason?

“God, you’re so stupid,” Megumi can’t help the way his lips curl into a snarl as he looks at you, can’t help but ignore the way you splutter indignantly, a protest on the tip of your tongue about how you’re not stupid or dumb as he says. “Do you even look properly or are you only capable of finding assholes who don’t know how to treat you right?”

“Megumi what—“ You furrow your eyebrows, shifting back on the sofa at his sudden change in demeanour. “What are you saying?“

“You don’t know?” he scoffs. His words are harsh and bitter. It’s hard to calm down right now, it’s hard to forget your blatant disregard for his feelings when you probably haven’t even given him a second thought. It’s hard to not grab you by your wrist to pull you forward until you’re sitting on his lap, your body flush against his. It’s even harder for him to not rock up against the softness of your body, to not feel the soft warmth of the juncture of your thighs against his cock through the flimsy layers. “Shit—you feel good,”

“M–Megumi, I don’t—I don’t—” your pupils are blown wide, hands grabbing at his shoulder, creeping slowly to travel to the skin of his shoulder blades. “We’re friends, Megs. Friends don’t do this, friends don’t—”

“Yeah?” His hand trails over the swell of your ass, squeezing and palming at the flesh before he gives a mean roll of his hips. He lets out a breathy chuckle at the way your body jerks suddenly, a squeal catching in the back of your throat “Guess we’re not friends anymore.”

It’s fascinating the way your lip trembles; the way tears pool at the corner of your eyes and that amidst all this, your hips slowly rock back and forth over his hardness. His lip twitches, canines flashing as he leans forward to catch your lower lips in between his own, nibbling on the softness before biting down to hear you squeal once more.

“Megumi...” his name is a sigh on your lips, breath fanning across his cheekbones as you lean forward until he can feel the outline of your breasts. Your tongue darts out, swiping across your bottom lip before you suck it into your mouth and he can’t help but force your mouth open, pushing two fingers inside. Your tongue is warm. It’s warm and wet and slippery when it flicks against his fingers. He presses against your wet muscle a fraction more firmly and you let out a moan in protest.

“Still think I look pretty?” He’s being mean, he knows that but it’s hard to stop when you look so pretty crying up at him, tears clinging to your lashes as saliva coats his fingers. His voice is a murmur against your jaw. “You should take a good look at yourself,”

His hand is hot even through the layers of clothing you have on. It makes everything more sensitive, and you can’t help but arch into his touch as a hand comes up to cup at your tits, squeezing them roughly until he can feel the nipples through the shirt. The top is very well-loved, the material threadbare and soft. It makes him want to see how sheer it can get if he stretches it enough, and within seconds he’s bunching the fabric at the small of your back to watch the way the shirt moulds against your tits, nipples peaked and aching for attention. His mouth is relentless, sucking against the buds through the cloth until it’s wet and practically see-through. It makes you shiver, hands sliding up from his shoulders to his head, pulling at his hair. It makes him moan into your tits, and he bites down against it as his hips buck up to grind against yours.

“Always so fucking needy, aren’t you?” his fingers brush against the hem of your shorts and it makes your heart stutter, makes you wetter with your slick saturating through the material of your shorts as your hips rotate in a full circle over his erection. It’s easy enough for him to slip his hand in and come into contact with your naked cunt, fingers skirting over your pussy lips to graze slightly over your clit. It’s barely there but it makes you clench all the same, a low whine slipping out as you tilt your hips to try and chase his fingers. “Always looking for attention, but never in the right place.”

Your head spins. It’s hard to concentrate on anything properly when he whispers in your ear like that, teeth grazing the sensitive shell of your ear before laving it with kisses. How long as he thought about this? How long as he thought about you like this? The thought makes you a little breathless, a little giddy and you can’t help but feel a little annoyed at yourself. After all, who knows how much time you had wasted already? It prompts you to grab ahold of his shirt, slipping your own palms underneath to feel the wide expanse of hard muscle and hot skin. His stomach flexes underneath your fingers as you trace over the ridges of his abdomen and you can’t help but mewl, shifting your hips even closer to his as you feel his hand pinch at your inner thigh.

“You want something? Gonna beg for it, huh?” his fingers slide along your folds, slick with your arousal. A finger nudges along your clit for a second before it’s gone. If Megumi was a lesser man, he would have laughed at the way you sob into his shoulder, your hips shallowly rocking over his cock, mumbling ‘please megumi, it’s not enough’.

And he knows it. It’s definitely not enough for him, and it probably never will be because even though you want him now, even though you’re desperately grinding against him for his fingers and his cock, he won’t forgive you for overlooking him all these years. Not just yet, at least.

“‘Gumi—‘Gumi please—I can’t—”

“That’s enough,” he exhales loudly with a pained groan. Megumi’s grip on your hips is hard, fingers digging into the flesh as he drags you off him. You watch, transfixed as he shucks his pants, and his boxers come into view. It doesn’t stay for long, and within seconds, he’s pushed them down to lay helplessly at his ankles, cock erect and flushed at the tip, leaking pre-cum. Saliva floods your mouth and you squeeze your thighs together as his hand flies to his thick length, thumbing at the tip before stoking down slowly, almost teasingly. You’re tempted to follow his hand with your tongue, to press a kiss to the weeping slit so you can hear him give a strained cry of your name.

“‘Gumi?” your drop to your knees, and inch closer until you can hear the the obscene squelch as he fucks his fist lazily, letting it slap against the hard planes of his abdomen every now and then. The action makes your mouth water, makes you a little restless as you try and shuffle closer to admire the vein that runs along the underside of his cock. “Do you need help?”

His eyes are hooded as he takes you in. A hand reaches out to caress your cheek before his fingers grip at your harshly jaw and forces you to come closer. “Do a good job, yeah? Maybe then I’ll let you cum.”

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Heartbreak Anthem

Summary: Nat finds out. (Part 12 of Midnight Special)

Pairing: hot dad!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.8k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, consensual somnophilia, dirty talk, verbal degradation, cream pie, Angst (with a capital A)

Please look at the chapter title and the tags and don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. This is the second pillar of angst in this story and I’m afraid this chapter ends on a rough note. But fret not! I do not write unhappy endings and I will certainly not start now, you just need to trust me on that. As always, please let me know what you think in a comment or a reblog!

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It was still dark by the time you opened your eyes. Sleep was muddling your brain, images of the coast and a smiling Boba still floating around your mind, and you yawned, realizing you had never slept as good as when you got to sleep next to Boba. And in his own bed, the proximity was even better.

It was exactly this proximity that seemed to have woken you in the first place. You could feel him shift next to you, the shared blanket down by your hips as his fingers brushed over your back.

“Boba?” you mumbled, resting your cheek on your hand, “What’s going on?”

His voice was rough from sleep as he answered you with another question. “Remember what you said you wanted to try?”

It took you a moment to gather your thoughts but when his lips brushed over your neck and his fingers trailed over your tailbone, dipping between your legs, you knew exactly what he was talking about.

You smiled, humming your agreement when you remembered he could hardly see you. Sleep was still muddling your brain and s you only wiggled slightly, not really wanting to wake up. Not when his body pressed against yours in such a way that you could feel how aroused he was.

“Good girl,” he praised against your pliant body and a warm shudder went through you, “spread your legs for me.”

You shuffled, doing as he said and you felt the blanket being pulled away from your body. But the cool night air had no chance to make you feel miserable because the missing blanket was immediately replaced by his warm body as he straddled the back of your thighs.

“Is that okay, little one?” he asked hotly, his hands drifting over your bare skin, cupping your butt, “Is it okay if I touch you?”

“Please,” you sighed, relaxing back into the pillows, “Please touch me.”

He leant down, his breath hot by your ear as he ground against you. “I bet you wanted to be woken up by my fat cock stuffed in that little pussy of yours,” he growled, the outline of his cock clear against your skin, “You just want to be fucked so hard you can’t do anything but take it.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. Words would not come out of your mouth but Boba knew what you wanted – what you needed. He always did.

His fingertips dug into the soft flesh, spreading your cheeks apart and you whined when you felt his bare cock brush against your folds. “You’re already so wet,” he announced smugly, moving his hips once more so he was nestled between your cheeks.

Your veins filled with lust and you whined, trying to arch your back and push your ass against his cock, get him to rub against your clit again and again and again and –

“Look at you,” Boba chuckled, his big hand splaying on your upper back and pushing down, gently forcing you back into your pillow, “Humping against my cock like the little cock whore you are.”

You relaxed into the softness, letting him take all the control he wanted as you felt him spread your thighs further apart before his fingers appeared at your hips, pulling you up and towards him just the tiniest bit.

Your walls clenched around nothing and the air was warm between you, filled with quick breaths and rushed movements as his fingers circled your clit quickly. It was like you were already on the edge, his touches bringing you closer and closer but it was not what you wanted.

What you wanted was him inside you so deep it felt like a dream in and of itself.

With a low groan, Boba pushed inside you, the fat head of his cock splitting you apart so deliciously that you felt your legs tense. Your walls stretched around him, fighting to accommodate the sheer width of him and you whined, biting into the pillow lest you were too loud.

“Relax, princess,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling out again. You could feel your wetness on his shaft, easing when he pushed into you again, his way much smoother this time, your core tightening in a knot. “There we go,” he praised, pushing in a bit more, your pussy fluttering as his hips were flush against yours.

Your fingers gripped the bedsheets tight, the sound stuck at the back of your throat as he fucked you.

“You’re so pretty like this, little one,” he rumbled, “So soft.”

You hummed, just allowing yourself to feel the way he moved inside you, the way he rubbed against your walls. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and his grunts in your ears made your cheeks grow hot. “My little slut,” he growled, his lips skimming over your shoulder blade, “My perfect little slut, so eager for me. Does it feel good? The way your pussy is stuffed so full of my cock.”

You whimpered.

“Tell me,” he hissed, his hips slapping against yours, his cock reaching so deep it was just on the very edge of pain, “Tell me how it feels, princess.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as he rocked against you, your body pushed up on the bed.

When his palm landed on your ass in a smack, the moan you had tried so hard to keep off broke free, the sound muffled in the pillows, “I believe I asked you a question, little one.”

“F-feels full,” you gasped, trying to move back against him, “Your cock is” – another thrust that had you gasp – “It’s so big, Boba.”

“Yeah?” he breathed, “You like to feel stuffed full of my cock?”

“Like to feel full of your come,” you replied, your entire body trembling when your clit rubbed against the sheets, “Please, I – I need –“

His body pushed and pulled yours like the waves, his cock causing waves of pleasure to course through you. “What do you need, love? What do you need me to do?”

“Fuck me harder, please,” it burst out of you, “Please, I want it harder, Boba.”

His fingers dug into your hips. “Your wish is my command, princess,” he groaned, his voice even deeper, sending shivers down your spine to where he pushed inside you.

What followed had your mouth drooling and your toes curling as he picked up the pace. He fucked into you hard and rough, his fingers so deep in your flesh you were sure there would be bruises your panties would cover up in the morning.

“Go on and take it,” he instructed, his cock splitting you anew, “Come on my cock, I can feel your pussy clenching around me. I‘ve got the plug still here, princess, I can keep my come in you all night.”

The mention of the toy had your eyes roll back in your head, your pussy clamping so tightly around him as you came. You whined, not knowing what to do with all that he gave you except to just take it. Just like he had said.

You could feel him rutting into you, his hands tightening on your body as he came inside you, his come bubbling out around his thick cock as he kept fucking into you.

“Stars,” he groaned over the squelching sound of your pussy as he pulled out slowly, “I’ll never get tired of this sight. How are you feeling, little one?”

“Still sleepy,” you mumbled, the post-orgasmic bliss having taken a hold of your body, your fingers flexed on the sheets, “Will you come cuddle?”

A kiss was pressed to your lips in the darkness, “One moment, my love.”

You waited patiently, hearing him rummage through the nightstand until you felt the familiar pressure against your still fluttering hole. “Is that okay?” he asked quietly, his free hand brushing over your back.

You nodded before remembering that he could not see you. “Yes please, sir,” you could hear his sharp inhale at the nickname, “Thank you.”

He pushed the plug inside you slowly, effectively keeping your mixed juices from spilling between your thighs. “Does that feel good?”

“Very good,” you confirmed in a mumble, reaching out your hand blindly until you found his skin. Seconds later, his hand picked up yours, raising it to his chest and you smiled when you could feel his heartbeat underneath your palm.

“Now come back to bed,” you yawned, “I was promised cuddles.”

He chuckled lowly, the bed dipping as he climbed over you onto his side of the bed. “Then cuddles you shall get.”

It took only a moment before he had pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you as his lips pressed against your temple.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face.

The next time you woke up, it was decidedly brighter outside. Boba was once again touching you, although this time in a less sexual manner. His fingertips drew patterns over your back, circling the same spot over and over again before wandering to a new one.

You wondered how long he had been awake.

“Today’s the day,” he whispered against your shoulder blade, “Are you nervous?”

You smiled, stretching your arms above your head before turning towards him. Seeing him having just woken up was still one of your favourite sights in the entire world. “More excited, to be honest,” you replied, running your hands over his chest. His skin was warm from the blankets and you shuffled closer, your heart blooming when he grinned sleepily, putting his arm around your shoulder and kissing you.

“I can’t wait to tell her,” you confessed against his lips, “I can’t wait for her to see how happy we are.”

“Me neither, princess,” he whispered back, his hand cupping the back of your neck as he held you to him, “Me neither.”

The worst thing was the waiting.

Even when you slept in, made a late breakfast and took your time showering: the dinner reservation was at 7 and there were still a few hours separating you from finally telling Nat everything that had been going on.

Boba finally took the lead and dragged you with him to the couch, pulling you on top of him as he switched on the TV and you snuggled into him like a starfish. “I know you,” he said, shuffling until you laid on him comfortably, “You won’t be able to focus until this is all over.”

And he was right.

As time passed and the afternoon came closer, you found yourself relaxing, completely melting into him as countless movies passed on the screen.

It was only when his phone started vibrating on the coffee table that you got woken from your little bubble.

“What is it?” you asked, watching as he fished for his phone, the screen lighting up.

Boba sighed, “I have to take it,” he said, sitting up slowly, “I’ll be back in a minute, princess.”

You smirked, pulling up the hem of your shirt, flashing him a god part of your upper thigh, “Promise?”

His eyes slid to the skin of your bare legs, draped over his couch and you lifted your leg, grinning at him. “Behave,” he warned you, lifting his phone to his ear and winking at you.

The pillow was comfortable under your cheek, still warm from Boba leaning against it. The sunshine warmed your legs and with Boba’s voice quiet in the background, you felt so comfortable, so at peace.

This was a life you could get used to. Weekends spent on the couch together, watching the seasons change outside while you lived in your little bubble.

Boba was still in his office, still on his call, and you could hear him discuss one matter or another through the door. You sighed, pausing the movie and closing your eyes. The longer he was gone, the more you found yourself getting tired, like a cat making a sun nap. Yes, that sounded like a marvellous idea …

The door opened and you smiled, expecting Boba to come back and relax with you. But when you heard footsteps that sounded way harsher than socks on wooden floors and they came from the entranceway, you tensed.

“Hey dad, Rob said you had a phone case that I might use? Mine broke today and I really need –“

Fuck.

The panic you felt froze the blood in your veins. This was what a deer in headlights must feel like. Because as Natalie came into view way too quick and slow at the same time, all you could think about was that this was not how it was supposed to be.

But it was already too late.

Words got stuck in your throat and you both froze. Highly aware of how you were wearing Boba’s shirt and only Boba’s shirt, you tried to tug the hem a little lower.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a panic, “We were to meet tonight.”

“You are not seriously asking me what I am doing in my dad’s house, are you?” Nat frowned, the phone still in her hand. Her eyes roamed over your figure, noticeably stopping on your bare legs and the logo on Boba’s shirt. You could see the way her throat moved as she swallowed the realization that it was his shirt.

You were wearing his shirt and nothing else and you were in his house when you shouldn’t be and Natalie was here and Boba was not and why did this have to happen now?

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” she scoffed, shaking her head and her curls whipped around her face.

A thousand words of apology got stuck in your throat when you realized what she meant.

“You knew?”

“Of course, I knew,” she rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed, “I’m not stupid and it’s not like you were great at hiding it.”

Dread settled in your stomach and you wondered where Boba was. Your heart was pounding so loud in your chest that you had trouble hearing your own voice, let alone anyone else’s. Except for Nat’s – because hers cut through the air like a knife just like her eyes as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Suddenly you remembered all her words about your mystery guy, how she warned you about incompatibility, how she pointed out red flags that weren’t there. And how she had been uncharacteristically hesitant to meet Boba’s new girlfriend.

Because it was you.

“But … “ you frowned, “I don’t understand, why did you give John my number if you knew I was with Bo – your dad?”

“Because I didn’t think it was anything serious,” she spat, “And it shouldn’t be. That is my dad we’re talking about. My dad!“

“I know but – “

“You didn’t even tell me!” she hissed, the anger so strong it made you flinch away from her, “Don’t you think I can put two and two together when the two most important people in my life go behind my back? My dad never takes anyone up to his house and the alleged first time he met you I find you guys in his kitchen? Do I even want to know what you did there, huh?”

Your ears burnt in shame at being figured out so quickly and you avoided her eyes, shuffling your feet as you tried to think of something, anything, to resolve the situation.

“Oh stars,” she grimaced, “I can’t believe we even have to have this conversation. I told you I’m not interested in his bed bunny, whomever she is.”

“I’m not his bed bunny,” you protested, hurt tinging your voice, “I’m his girlfriend, Nat.”

Nat seemed unimpressed but you took it as a good sign that she was still standing in front of you. She had not hurdled insults at you or insisted on leaving. Maybe there was still hope.

“I am so sorry I didn’t tell you,” you whispered, “I can’t imagine how weird this must be for you and I understand why you’re angry, really, I do. But … Nat, I really like him and he likes me too. What can I do that you will see that I meant no harm?”

“Stop this,” she waved her hands around, “I don’t know why you’re even considering staying with him after you found out he is my dad. What kind of friend would do that? Does it mean so much that you just decide to throw away our friendship? I never took you for the back-stabbing kind of friend but maybe I was wrong.”

“You – you don’t mean that,” you murmured, feeling your heart break in your chest. With all the horror scenarios your mind had painted of the moment Nat would find out about your relationship with her father, you had never dared to think that she would make you choose. And maybe that had been good because just the mere thought of her implication had you dizzy.

These were the two most important relationships you had right now and right here. Nat was your best friend, she had taken you under her wing, made you feel welcome when you had still struggled with adapting to a new life after your breakup and had pulled no questions asked. She was the matchmaker of all your friendships here, your key to the social life you had now. She was important to you.

But Boba.

Boba was the man you loved. The man who had seen you for who you were the moment your eyes met. The man who had helped you to feel free when you had limited yourself to take up the smallest space possible. He had made you confident. His love had made you confident. And in turn to see your love help him open up, see these other sides of him made your heart grow fonder in a way you could not even explain.

Not even in the moment where you really needed to.

“It’s my dad,” Nat said, completely oblivious to your inner struggle, “I mean it. If you want me to ever forgive you, I need you to stop this. Right now.”

You shook your head, swallowing back the sob that tried to work its way up your throat. “I love him,” you revealed, tears in your eyes. But where the confession had caused Boba to acknowledge his own feelings towards you, it only made Nat’s frown deepen. It almost looked like she was … disgusted, maybe, and never had it felt like a slap to the face like this.

“It’s my dad,” she repeated, more insistently, “What are we even discussing here?”

No words left your lips and you felt your heart speed up even more at the panic and pressure you felt right now. You wanted to take her by the shoulders and tell her how happy you were, how bad you had felt to hide it from her, how you would never be able to choose between her friendship and Boba’s love.

“Hey, who’s – oh –“

Boba came to stand next to you, dressed in his jeans and dress shirt. Thank the stars he had decided to get dressed. You did not want to know how she would have reacted had he just been in his boxers. Although you figured it couldn’t get any worse than it already was.

You turned your head to look at him, to anchor yourself to a familiar face – a friendly face – and see how he would navigate this situation. Because if there was one thing you knew it was that Boba always knew what to do.

But his mouth was a thin line and his eyebrows were knotted together in worry. You felt bad for a moment, to expect him to be able to take this situation off your hands and deal with it when it might be just as much if not worse for him. This was your best friend and his daughter.

Nonetheless, when his hand came up to brush over your lower back you felt reassured. You allowed yourself the time to take a deep breath and push your shoulder back.

You were an adult, you could handle this.

“Yeah,” Nat’s eyes focussed on where he touched you, “Oh.”

You tried to find the words, anything to get her to see that you liked Boba and that your friendship was worth everything to you but … but you loved him. And you could not leave him.

“Listen, we wanted to talk to you tonight,” Boba started, his voice calm and collected but he was interrupted by Nat.

“No, you listen,” she huffed, “I’m done being okay with whatever this is.” She grabbed her bag with a glare at Boba, then looked at you, “Don’t call me. We’re done.”

“Nat!” Boba called, making a few steps forward to follow her, “Let us talk about this!”

But the redhaired ignored him, simply hurrying out of the house and throwing the door closed behind her, leaving you alone to pick up the pieces.

You were not sure what had happened after she left. You only really came to when it was dark outside. You were sitting on the sofa still, your hand buried in a soft blanket that had not been there before.

You could hear Boba talking in the other room but could not make out any words. You felt horrible, truly, even worse than after your breakup with Dreks. Because this was a breakup, kind of. The end of a friendship that had given you so much and that had seeped into every aspect of your daily life.

You looked up when you heard Boba come back from his office. He had his phone in his hands and he looked tired. “I, uh, I cancelled the dinner reservation,” he said quietly and you nodded, looking back onto the coffee table.

He sat down next to you, his weight causing the sofa cushion to dip a little and your body almost automatically leant into his. You weren’t sure but it felt like the first touch since Nat had left, his arm slowly coming around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

“I am sorry,” he sighed, “I thought she would take it better than she did.”

“I am sorry,” you whispered into his shirt, “I should have thought of something better to say but she – she was so angry, Boba. I never thought she would be this angry.”

He hummed, his lips pressed against your temple. “Nat is my daughter but she is also an adult,” Boba murmured, rubbing his hand over your back, “I understand why she is hurt but I am convinced she just needs time. It didn’t work out the way he hoped but,” he sighed, “at least she knows now. The ball is in her court.”

“I suppose you’re right,” you mumbled, trying to focus on the silver linings, “I just hope she’ll be able to forgive us.”

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