#gonna run and hide now sorry bye

[ghost-proofbaby]

you showed me colors (eddie munson x fem!reader)

"YOU SHOWED ME COLORS YOU KNOW I CAN'T SEE WITH ANYONE ELSE."

summary: the soulmate au based on "illicit affairs" by taylor swift that almost no one asked for.

warnings: ANGST, HURT/NO COMFORT, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, strategic use of pet names, allusions to sex but none described, reader is referred to as a girl a few times, no use of Y/N, canon compliant. not really edited (cause i'm not putting myself through this shit again).

wc: 15.1k+

a/n: im genuinely sorry for once. blame @abibliophobiaa and @breddiemunson for this. also, thank you @hellfire--cult for helping me with the header!!! please take all those warnings very seriously. please. (also shout out to ash who got her own divider sort of so she'd know when to stop reading because my baby doesn't like angst 😅)

The first thirteen years of your life, you only had second hand accounts to trust when it came to colors. 

The sky is blue, soft and dreamy, nearly translucent until grey wisps of clouds would overrun it on stormy days (although, the clouds, you could make out). Most grass is green, verdant and rich as it sprouts from the hard dirt. Even the yellowing strands are most likely gorgeous, a sign of life and death, a sign that someone once stood atop the green and held their ground. Roses come in a rainbow of shades, but everyone seems to adore the staunch red ones the best. The plush pink of a lover’s kiss-bitten lips, the warm brown fur of the dogs you passed by on the street, the deep violet of the plums your mother proclaimed as her favorite fruit. A range of colors you had only ever heard of, never experienced yourself. 

For thirteen years, all you had was stories. Nothing tangible, nothing solid in your palms. Mere crumbs of a promise of what you would have one day, when you met your soulmate.

When you met him. 

It wasn’t the most pleasant of circumstances in which you two met. You’d spent a lot of your childhood fascinated with the concept and lost in daydreams about it – maybe they’d be a stranger you caught the eye of on the train, or maybe they’d be the one making your coffee at a quaint cafe in a big city someday. Whoever they would be, you wanted them to be made of all the fairytales. You wanted a meeting to challenge every romantic story you’d been fed through your youth, you wanted a love that would shake the very Earth you wandered from the first time your eyes met theirs. 

Your reality seemed as far from earth-quake inducing as they could get, at the time. Looking back, though, you wish you could plead and change your youthful mind. Because the day wasn’t perfect, the situation was terrible shades of melancholy, but none of that really matters; what matters is that on that sunny Wednesday afternoon, you met him. 

Scraped knees. You had scraped knees, sitting embarrassed and frazzled beneath a tree as you tried to sink into the shade surrounding its base and erase the memory of what had just transpired. You could still hear all the other kids’ taunts echoing through your mind, cruel and unnecessary words that were suited to follow you the rest of your days. Comments on your looks and teases of things you couldn’t change. Seeds of insecurity that were hard to swallow at the beginning of your teen youth. 

You were still picking at the edges of your open wounds with slow drying tears still coating your cheeks when his shadow joined the tree’s. 

“Are you alright?” 

You looked up immediately to find a boy standing there. Your eyes had traveled slowly, taking in his baggy jeans with patchwork knees and his oversized faded t-shirt first. Even with the hand-me-down clothes, you could recognize his gangly limbs beneath it all. A frail frame and hunger-panged face. An overgrown buzz cut, no doubt prickly as the hairs stood to attention. Sunken in eyes brimming with concern for you. Whatever shade they were, they had to be dark; they were nearly black in the shades of grey your eyes could currently pick up on.

The thing about soulmates, is the colors don’t happen until you touch your soulmate. 

“I’m fine,” you stubbornly replied, wrapping your arms around your shins and tucking your knees beneath your chin despite the sting. 

“You don’t look fine.”

“Then stop looking.” 

He threw his hands up defensively, shrugging a bony shoulder, “Sorry.” 

He wasn’t sorry. Even with the wince that graced his face, he wasn’t sorry for checking in on you. You knew it the moment you caught the broken skin on his knuckles, nearly matching the cuts on your knees. You had fallen on the pavement as you’d tried to run away from the bullies, determined to not let them see you cry. The entire ordeal had been mortifying. You wished you would have just stood there and cried, let them hear your sobs and let them crown you the school’s newest crybaby. 

“What happened to your hands?” you sniffled, moving to wipe at your nose. Your cheeks were drier now, the skin nearly stiff where the tears marks remained. 

When you mentioned it, he suddenly shot his hands out before him, flexing each hand for emphasis as he looked down with boredom, “What? The cuts? Carver has sharp teeth, ‘s all.”

“Carver?” One of the kids who had just partaken in tormenting you. 

“Yeah,” the boy nodded, suddenly plopping himself onto the ground beside you. You flinched and he grimaced in a silent apology once more, “I think he was in the middle of saying something when I punched him, but that’s not surprising. He always has his big mouth open-” 

He was cut off mid-insult by a soft snort of laughter. Looking up, all of the previous annoyance at his injured knuckles melted away as he caught you fighting back your laughter. 

“What? I say somethin’ funny?” he was biting back his own grin, raising an eyebrow. 

You only laughed more, shoulders shaking now with entertainment rather than sobs. “I- Yeah, sorry, I just- God, you’re right. Carver does have a big mouth.” 

“The absolute biggest.”

“Bigger than the Atlantic ocean.”

His chuckling joined yours, along with a face splitting grin and eyes that you swore shone between the monotonous tones. “God, bigger than the fucking Pacific ocean. Every ocean, as a matter of fact.” 

You both leaned back against the rough bark of the tree, just close enough you could feel his heat through the summer air but not quite touching. Not yet. You let the back of your head thump against the trunk and tried to not think about any of the debris sure to end up in your hair. 

“So…” you sighed once the two of you composed yourself from your laughing fits, “I’m assuming you punched Carver?” 

He only nodded in answer.

“Can I ask why?”

Part of you wanted to assume that the two events were connected; Carver bullying you, and this boy punching him. But you didn’t want to make such a bold assumption about some stranger. Fellow peer or not. 

“Because he made fun of you.” 

The assumption wasn’t so bold. Your chest constricted, you remembered the sting of your knees, heard the echoes of the other students’ laughter at your fall once more. 

“You punched him just because he made fun of me?” you tried to force out a joking tone, as if it wasn’t a big deal, as if it wasn’t making your heart swell, “You don’t even know me.” 

“Doesn’t matter. He made fun of you,” the boy said with concrete decisiveness. There wasn’t a quiver of doubt to be seen, as if the logic made perfect sense to him. Your heart swelled more, painfully so. He looked down at one of his hands for a moment, before suddenly shrugging and rolling his head to look at you, sticking it out towards you, “I’m Eddie, by the way.”

A certain security blanketed the moment. This kid, Eddie, had punched a guy for making fun of you. You’d never even spoken to him before that day, much less would you have considered bruising your own knuckles for him. But he had for you. Without hesitation, apparently. Just some boy with a sliver of a gap still between his front teeth, a promise of freckles across the bridge of his nose, and blood on his hands as a reminder of your honor. 

Teachers were certainly going to be coming to find the two of you soon. There would be consequences, most likely more on Eddie’s part than yours, but that didn’t matter. There, in the shade of an oak tree of a middle school you’d soon be departing only to join the ranks of some awful high school with bigger and badder bullies, with larger and crueler problems than skinned knees, you had a friend. 

“I’m-” you started, reaching out your hand to meet his halfways. But you stopped, because the moment your palm met his, it happened. Suddenly, quickly, unexpectedly. It nearly gave you an instantaneous migraine; the flood of color was so overwhelming. 

The first color you saw was the soft, whiskey brown of his eyes. Two warm and comforting orbs, blown out to be as wide as your own, as his face echoed back the same shell-shock on your own. His eyes were brown. Not grey, not black, but something more, something russet. Brown. 

Colors. You were seeing colors for the first time. You both knew what it meant. 

“You,” he breathed out with a boyish grin, letting you catch the pink of the tip of his tongue as he finished your introduction for you, both of your excitement buzzing in the breeze, “are my soulmate.” 

—

Fifteen was the age of awkwardness. Thirteen had been awful, sure, full of changes and growth and such, but fifteen made it seem like a cake walk. 

You wouldn’t have survived it without Eddie. 

Two years into the friendship, the two of you were inseparable. You had always spent your entire childhood assuming that when you found your soulmate, it would all fall into place, romantically speaking. But then Eddie happened. Eddie, your soulmate, fell right into your lap and you realized all of your childish dreams were pale in comparison. 

He was your best friend first and foremost. Even if he hadn’t been revealed as your soulmate on that day, you have no doubt that the trajectory of your friendship would have stayed on this path. From the beginning, both of you decided to Hell with society’s expectations of soulmates. Sure, most people didn’t find their soulmates until later in life, when it made sense for the sparks of romance to fly instantly, but the adults still seemed to expect that when the news broke. Your parents had been concerned, Eddie’s Uncle Wayne had been weary, your teachers had been blatantly confused. 

It was fun for the two of you, though. The thrill of introducing each other as, “This is my best friend. Oh, also my soulmate, but, hey. Technicalities, am I right?” 

Most of the kids in your grade hadn’t met their soulmates quite yet, especially those first few years. A sense of superiority sprouted in both of you to be able to know, to experience, to lavish in a world of color. To have the weight of finding your better part lifted off your shoulders so soon in life. 

You and Eddie had an entire lifetime to figure out the romantic aspect of it all. For now, he was your best friend, and you were his, and that was enough. 

Once you two had entered high school, one thing did become very clear: the parading of being soulmates had to cease. 

Jason Carver had been enough of a menace in middle school, but grew into a fully formed monster once he joined your ranks in high school. People were not kind to Eddie – they hadn’t been in middle school, when he first moved to Hawkins, and they weren’t going to change their tune suddenly in high school. The bullying you had endured had begun to fade, but his age of torment had just begun. 

You never once left his side. It didn’t matter to you if the entire school knew you were soulmates or not. It didn’t even matter that you two were soulmates; he was your best friend, and you would be damned before you left him to battle the tides alone. 

“I hate this,” he mumbled as he sat on the toilet of his shared bathroom with Wayne in their trailer, you kneeling between his legs as you blotted at his split lip with an alcohol wipe, “I should have punched the asshole back.” 

“No, you shouldn’t have,” you scowled, furrowing your brows even deeper in concentration, “And stop talking – you’re making it worse.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but you quieted him with a glare. 

Just as you wouldn’t have survived the Age of Awkwardness without Eddie, he wouldn’t have survived it without you. 

You finished cleaning off the dried blood before tossing the wipe into the overfilled trash can, sighing heavily as you fell back onto the ground and supported yourself against the wall opposite of him. 

You leveled each other into a staring contest, eyes blankly boring into each other with emotionless expressions. 

“You’re lucky Wayne isn’t home, y’know,” you finally broke the silence, shooting a hand out to grab his ankle and give it a squeeze, “He’d probably be driving down to the school right now and-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie waved you off, shaking his head, “I know. Trust me, I know. I think Principal Higgins is starting to hate him more than he hates me.” 

“Principal Higgins doesn’t hate you.”

“You’re right – he loathes me.” 

The hand that was squeezing his ankle quickly traveled up to his knee to slap it, “Eddie.” 

He raised his hands up in the air, lifting his brows for emphasis as he exclaimed, “What? You know I’m right, kid.” 

Kid. The loving nickname Eddie had adorned you with the moment he found out he was a mere six months older than you. You hated it, and he loved that you hated it. 

“The day you’re right is the day pigs fly, old man.”

Old man. The nickname that served as your attempt at a rebuttal. It didn’t work, not as intended. 

He chuckled softly at that, as he usually does when you call him that, and only smacked his palms onto his thighs, “Well, doc, I must say – you’ve done an exquisite job. Am I free to go?” 

You tried to fight your smile, tried to linger in the anger sparked from seeing Eddie hurt. Your disdain wasn’t directed at him; it was always a loaded gun pointed at whoever dared to lay a hand on your boy. You probably could have had a spotless reputation without Eddie Munson in your life, but you’d found your fists quick to fly in his defense. 

Your parents hated it. Wayne secretly adored it, even when he’d still join in scolding you and Eddie alike on avoiding violence. 

“Sure,” you shrugged, before grabbing his calves through denim to stop him. Dark blue denim, a deep shade of navy that you still hadn’t grown used to seeing. You hadn’t even realized jeans came in so many different shades until you met Eddie, and you’d always chastised him when he’d opt for a boring black pair, “But first, a payment is required.”

“A payment?” Eddie tilted his head, looking down at you curiously.

“A payment.” 

“And what would this payment be?” 

“A movie night,” you grinned wildly, finally letting your grip on him go, taking in the chestnut highlights of his curls and the red font of his t-shirt, a band shirt you’d never heard of but that he had recently gotten into, “Snacks provided by my loving host, you, of course.” 

He exaggerated his pondering, bringing a hand to his chin, stroking dramatically. As if he was ever capable of saying no to you. 

“Hm,” he hummed, his voice echoing through the tiny space and encasing you in warmth. As serene as that first summer day when he’d taken the leap of sitting down next to you in the grass, back to a tree, palm in your palm as colors had swarmed your vision, “I suppose that can be arranged.” 

—

Movie nights were a frequent occurrence. A sanctuary from the shit show of your small town. Sometimes, they had been the illusion of a bargain like that night, and others, they were an unspoken agreement. You’d show up to Eddie’s trailer or he would end up on your doorstep, your favorite candies in hand, and the two of you would just know. No words needed as you’d situate yourself on whoever’s couch, legs intertwining and blankets shared across laps. A bowl of popcorn that usually ended up being spilled inevitably. 

Movies were more fun in color. Some of your friends didn’t get it, still living in a world of black and white, but Eddie loved to listen to your rambles about how the vivid shades appeared across the screen. He loved the way your eyes would light up passionately, he loved how you still smiled so widely at special effects that were made more poignant by this gift the two of you had been given. 

Time. You two had been given the time most soulmates weren’t allotted. A gift you always thanked the Universe for. 

The latest Slasher film that had been released was currently displayed on the small television in Eddie’s living room, the two of you practically molded to the worn cushions of his sofa. Wayne had left within the first ten minutes for his shift, bidding the two of you a farewell with the warning of behaving. Vibrant reds splashed across the screen as one of the protagonists takes a stabbing, and while you should be shying away from the gruesome scene, you can’t help but stare in awe.

Even after years of experiencing colors, they took away your breath.

“Jesus,” you sighed wistfully, “How do they even make the fake blood? It’s so… so…”

“Red?” Eddie laughed from the other side of the couch, prodding at your thigh with his sock clad foot, “Probably food dye. Maybe some corn syrup.”

“It’s just so bright,” you eagerly leaned in closer to the TV, squinting with a wide smile, unaware of his stare. 

He was quiet for a moment, simply enjoying your joy. Your awe and wonder at the world, the way it seemed as if you two had just met that day rather than years before. As if colors were still a fascinating color to you. Eddie had grown used to them, let them become a part of his daily routine, but you always seemed to shine a new light on them for him. 

Around you, all the colors seemed a little bit brighter. 

“How do you do that?” he whispered so softly, it nearly got lost in the noise of the movie’s climax.

You hummed in response, eyes never leaving the screen. You were watching the movie in fascination, and he was watching you in serenity. 

His miracle. His gift. His soulmate. 

“You just…” he trailed off, no longer caring about the movie, “You always treat them like they’re brand new.” 

It caught your attention. The way his tone was so… velvety, so caring, so affectionate. You looked at him, “I treat what like they’re brand new?” 

“The colors.”

“Because they are.” 

The same assuredness as he used that very first day. As if it were obvious, as if it were simply a matter of fact and not such an endearing trait. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and it only made his heart clench tighter. 

You were his soulmate. 

“We lived without them for thirteen years, old man-”

“Thirteen years and six months, in my case,” he piped up in interruption, wearing a Cheshire grin. 

You nodded and rolled your eyes, “Yes, in your case. Thirteen years, give or take. I just… I don’t know. They still… they still get to me. I don’t think I can ever get used to them. Are you?” 

“What? Used to them?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t know how to explain it to you, not at that moment. How could he articulate to you that after so many years, the colors had dulled ever so slightly? The novelty had worn off, had run its course. The only time they’d ever become as vivacious as the first time was when he looked at you. 

He couldn’t. He couldn’t explain it to you, so he only shrugged, “I guess.” 

I guess, except when I see the color of your eyes, and I realize they’re my favorite color. Except when I notice the varied shades of your hair, and realize how lucky I am to see them in their full glory rather than shades of grey. Except when you wear that favorite mauve lipstick of yours, and I can’t get over the shape of your lips. Except when you wear that pretty red dress, and your confidence has my head spinning. 

I guess, except when it’s you. 

“Well, that’s just sad,” you huffed, focusing back on the movie after kicking gently at his shin. You lapsed into a comforting silence for a few more minutes, letting the movie fill the air. The same cycle; you watched the screen, he watched you, and the Universe watched both of you with a smile as it knew that the right choice had been made. The two of you were meant for each other. In this life. In the past lives. In the next lives. The two of you were the epitome of soulmates, even if the concept had never existed before. 

Thank the Universe it existed. Thank the Universe that he found you that day, below an oak tree, scraped knees and all. 

His voice shook as he quietly confessed, “I love you, you know that, right?” 

The movie faded in a blur for you instantly. Your neck could have snapped from how quickly you turned your attention to him. “What?”

“I love you,” his voice continued its waver, not from being unsure but from pure emotion. The flood of love that pulsed through his veins currently. 

You smiled, the apples of your cheeks punctuated and the chip in your tooth from your youth he hadn’t had the privilege of being apart of on showcase, “Well, yeah. Duh. I’m your soulmate. You kind of have to love me.” 

“Even if we weren’t soulmates,” he rushed to clarify, suddenly leaning forward and grabbing your knee beneath blankets that smelled of home, “Even if you weren’t my soulmate, I would love you.” 

Your face softened. He wished he would have kissed you in that moment. 

But the vulnerability was terrifying, and all that could echo through your mind is the fact that you two had time. So instead of matching his serious tone, you joked, “Well, it’s a good thing I am your soulmate, then. It might have been awkward for your hypothetically soulmate you would have had instead in that scenario, trying to explain why you love your best friend more than them.” 

“Shut up,” he laughed, squeezing your knee tighter, “I’m being serious, kid. I love you. I really, really fuckin’ love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

“You’re only saying that because I’m the reason you see colors.”

“Fuck the colors,” he was quick to reply, “The Universe can take back the colors, as long as I still have you.” 

There it is. The earthquake you dreamt of as a little girl. The trailer’s across the park never felt it, the kids surely getting into trouble in the forest behind Eddie’s home didn’t notice it, but you felt it. A rumble through your chest, a groundbreaking discovery, a world-ending confession. Your world began, and your world ended, and your world restarted with Eddie Munson. 

“You don’t believe me,” he noted, suddenly shimmying out from beneath the blanket.

“Wait, hold on-”

“Stay here.” 

You stayed frozen in your seat, wide eyes following his broad back and the army green of his t-shirt. No longer a frail frame, face filling out with puberty. He was becoming a man. No longer the young boy who took punches and threw them back twice as hard. 

He was becoming a man, he was your soulmate, and he loved you. He loved you enough he would give up what everyone else considered the greatest gift, just for you. 

Eddie Munson didn’t need colors to love you so ardently. And you knew, at that moment, that the same could be said for you. You would have loved him no matter what. The moment his shadow had spread over you beneath wide leaves and simmering heat, he was destined to hole up in your heart, never to leave again. 

By the time he had returned to the living room, you had paused the movie, eyes locked on where he emerged from the hallway with a polaroid camera in hand and a mischievous grin gracing his features. The camera had been a joint gift from your parents and his uncle the previous Christmas. 

Your eyes weren’t on the camera. They were on him. His hair had grown over the years, wild auburn curls finally surpassing his ears. The awkward style made for ridiculous bed head, something you’d been witness to many mornings after impromptu sleepovers. 

You were fascinated with the way the sunlight caught each strand as they bounced with his eager steps. The trace of gold you could outline. Shades of autumn you loved to run your fingers through when he’d offer the opportunity.

He shook the camera into the air for emphasis, finally catching your eyes’ attention, before he propelled himself back down onto the couch across from you, both of you sitting up instead of being reclined now. “Let me show you something.” 

“O-Okay,” you stuttered out, unsure. 

He fiddled with the camera for a few moments before he brought it up to his face, resting against his cheek as his eye peered into the small peephole. You were so busy memorizing him like that, that the flash of the camera took you off guard and effectively blinded you for a few seconds. 

“What the-” you started with a scowl, hands flying up to rub your knuckles into your eyes in a sorry attempt to rush away the stars blocking your vision. 

“Just wait,” he insisted, snatching up the polaroid the moment it printed from the camera. When you flashed him an unconvinced look, he continued on, “Trust me.” 

He didn’t have to ask twice. You always trusted him with your entire being, whether for better or for worse. 

The polaroid was slow in developing. Eddie hummed to fill the silence, occasionally fanning around the small capture of you that was slowly filling out in color rather than blinding white. You spent your energy on trying to decipher what song was stuck in his head and not focus on how slow those damned photos always seemed to be in coming to fruition. 

It had only been a few minutes, but it had felt like an eternity when you finally gave up on figuring out the song and succumbing to your impatience with a sigh, “This is the world’s slowest magic trick ever.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but tossed you the camera. You thanked the Heavens for fast reflexes as you were able to catch it rather than let it fall to the ground. The two of you would have never heard the end of it if you managed to break such an expensive gift. 

“Hey!” you shouted as you clutched the camera tightly to your chest, “Be careful with this thing, Eddie. It’s fragile.”

His eyebrows raised from behind where he held up the polaroid he took of you to his face, “Is it? Can we really be sure that it’s that fragile if we don’t knock it around for good measure?” 

“We can,” you snappily replied, glaring down at the camera and fighting amusement, “If you want to throw it around, be my guest. But you’ll explain to Wayne why you broke it – not me.” 

“Of course, kid,” he grinned so wide that it spread to his cheeks peeking out either side of the photo still obnoxiously close to his face, “What else is a best friend good for? Basically signed up to be your permanent scapegoat until the end of time the moment I gave you the gift of colors.”

“And yet, I’m the one usually talking us out of trouble,” you dramatically called back, finally looking up at him and holding up the camera, “What am I supposed to do with this?” 

“I dunno. Break it, take a picture of me. The choice is yours, sweetheart.” 

He still hadn’t put the photo of you down, so you finally reached across the sea of blankets to yank on his forearms. Once you were faced once more with those warm doe eyes rather than the blank back of a photo, you narrowed your eyes at him in indecision. 

He was still smirking. Wide enough that his teeth just barely peeked out between his barely parted lips. You recalled the tales of kiss-bitten lips, the way you’d heard adults describe that deeper shade of pink, and for a second, you considered that it would look good on Eddie. Something about imagining him flushed and bruised by love and lust rather than malice made your gut twist stormily. 

“Picture it is,” you muttered, “Put that stupid polaroid down and smile for the camera, pretty boy.” 

“You think I’m pretty?” 

The camera went off mid-teasing, his dimples on full display and eyes shining wonderfully with the flash of the camera. 

“Nope,” you mumbled, “Just said it so you’d keep smiling.” 

It was a lie. A horrible, pathetic, and badly-veiled lie. 

The photos developed faster. Yours is finally in full color and detail by the time the two of you can make out the shape of Eddie in his, and he was quick to toss it to the side before he shoved yours into your lap. 

“There, look.” 

It wasn’t anything magnificent to look at. Just another photo. The same old color of your hair, baby hairs frizzing at the edges. Same old eyes fighting from crinkling in adornment at the boy before you. You weren’t anything special, not in your eyes. But Eddie’s expectant stare told you that there had to be something more there, something he was waiting for you to pick up on. You scoured the background of the photo for pops of color only to come up empty-handed. All you could find were the tired dark tones of the Munson’s furniture and living room behind yourself in the picture.

“Eddie, what am I supposed to be looking at?” you squinted, bringing the photo closer and trying to figure out the useless puzzle he had presented you with, “It’s just a picture of me-”

“Exactly,” he interrupted, “A picture of you. My soulmate. That right there,” he leaned over and plucked the photo from your hands, holding it up tauntingly just out of reach, “Is a picture of the girl I love. A picture of the one person who makes colors worth seeing, and makes colors worth losing.” 

The sentiment had you choked up. 

“You’re my favorite person,” his voice dropped to a whisper, and he held up his hand with his knuckles facing you as he put down the polaroid in his lap, “Have been since that very first day.” 

There was still a faint scar, right there, clear as day. It casted over the knuckles of his ring and middle finger as a permanent reminder of that fateful day. As if the colors weren’t enough, as if the swell of your heart inside your chest wasn’t enough reminder of the love and care you’d always felt pulsing from Eddie.

You reached out to the coffee table suddenly, picking up the photo of him, glad to see it finally developed. You didn’t even glance at it before you held it up to him, “And this is a photo of my favorite person.”

“You didn’t even look at the picture.”

“I don’t need to,” you breathed out, moving the picture out of your vision to look at him dead in the eyes, “He’s right here in front of me. In full color, treating me far kinder than I deserve.” 

His touch was ginger as he pinched the corner of the photo and took it from your grasp, placing it down atop the polaroid of you, “Don’t do that. You always deserve my kindness – you deserve the entire world’s kindness. I’ll kick the ass of anyone who argues otherwise.”

A soft and shy smile ripped at your lips, made the corners and your cheeks ache as you shrugged, “Whatever you say, old man.” 

He only looked at you, only wore the lovesick look of a man face-to-face with his soulmate.

The movie was long forgotten. All snacks carefully put on the table before Eddie threw the blanket off of the two of you and scooted backwards while leaving a space large enough for you between his legs.  

“C’mere,” he beckoned, motioning for you to crawl forward and fit your head to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed you impossibly close to him, until your cheek was tight to his t-shirt and your ear was thundering with his racing heartbeat. 

You melted into him easily, letting your own arms encase him to the best of their abilities in this position. You took a few selfish moments to just be there with him, to just let his words sink in beneath your skin and the reality of them weigh heavy on you. The heavier it weighed, the further into his embrace you pressed. 

The warmth of serenity and peacefulness of the picture perfect moment nearly lulled you to sleep. But even in the drowsiness, you felt the kiss he pressed to the crown of your head. 

“I love you, too,” you admitted, muffled by his chest. You hoped he felt the words and wouldn’t teasingly make you look him in his eyes as you confessed, “I love you so fucking much. I couldn’t do this without you.” 

“Sure you could-” he began, but was cut off but the abrupt lifting of your head, just as he fingertips had started on a path down your spine.

“I couldn’t,” you insisted, “I really, really couldn’t. I need you to stick around for a long time, Munson. I’m not in the business of losing my soulmate until we’re old and grey and gross. I want to keep you around until I lose count of all your wrinkles and weird moles.”

He chuckled, and the force vibrated against your shoulder digging into his torso. 

You retrieved those two polaroids before you resettled against him, your back now pressed to his chest as you held the two snapshots side by side for both of you to look out. 

He was right. You think you get it. 

When you look at the photo of yourself, you see nothing extraordinary. But when you look at the photo of Eddie, everything just… the world seemingly stops, all moving parts suddenly snapping into place. A boy vibrant with color and glee, a boy who tugged on every heartstring you’d hung in your chest throughout your lifetime. It sent warmth to every crevice of you, from the top of your head where the ghost of his lips still lingered to the tips of your toes wiggling beside his within thick socks. 

It’s more than an earthquake or the world stopping. Eddie doesn’t just stop or begin your world – he is your world. 

A world of wild hair, charming smiles, unfiltered laughter and fierce adoration. Even the brightest shades out there that you had yet to discover were dim compared to the boy photographed in time for you. 

His arms slide around your shoulders, tugging you in even closer,“Just out of curiosity, what is your cap on wrinkles you can count? Because I’ve seen Wayne, and some photos of my old man, and let me tell you – time is not kind to us Munson men.” 

You rolled your head and pressed a kiss to one of his forearms before smashing your cheek into it, breathing deeply as his fingertips drew random shapes over the spot on your chest that your heart rests beneath. 

“As many as it takes, old man.” 

“Whatever you say, kid.” 

You brought a hand up to curl around the arm, right beside when you kept your cheek nuzzled. He finally laid his palm flat against your chest, and you wonder if he can feel the way each beat of your heart called out his name. It was okay if he didn’t – he had all the time in the world to figure it out. 

—

“I just don’t understand why you’re so mad!”

“I’m not mad, Eddie – I’m fucking pissed!” 

“Okay, then I don’t understand why you’re so pissed!” 

Seventeen is the age of being reckless and redundant. Of big feelings and reckless decisions. It is the time in your life for being an absolute idiot. 

Eddie Munson was proof of it as the two of you stood outside of his van, the whistle of the winds around you two from the impending storm lost on your current screaming match. 

“Figure it out,” you seethed, stomping your feet almost childishly as you began to turn away from him, “And while you do that, leave me the fuck alone.” 

“I- Hey!” he reached out for you, but you’re already quickening your pace and hopping up onto the sidewalk, “Hey! Don’t fucking walk away from me!” 

You didn’t reply, only widening your strides. 

He called out your name, and you heard his frustrated groan before he easily caught up with you. 

Damn him and his newfound height. 

“Would you just listen to me?” he shouted, latching onto your bicep and spinning you around harshly to face him.

You yanked yourself out of his touch quickly, eyes blazing, “Why should I? I’ve seen what I needed to see, Eddie. Just go back inside to your preppy girlfriend. Forget about me. Pretend like she’s never stood to the side while her boyfriend bullied you like- like- like some asshole.”

His hair was longer now. Ringlets that cascaded to brush over the top of his shoulders – shoulders that had broadened impressively as he neared the end of his youth. His newest clothing staple covered them; a denim vest you’d helped him distress and sew multitudes of patches onto, a display of his favorite bands that had only painted a new target onto his back. 

Satan worshiper. That’s what they called your soulmate in terrified whispers amongst the halls at school. That’s what all the PTO mothers’ eyes silently cursed when they’d see him with you at the grocery store. 

He’d made quite the image for himself. And you’d stayed by his side, defending his honor at every chance. Your best friend, your soulmate. 

Only to find him eating the face off of some cheerleader at that goddamned party. 

Yeah, you didn’t need to listen to him. You really had seen enough. 

“She’s not my girlfriend!” he waved his arms wildly, the storm roaring loader with his increased volume.

“What is she then?” you insisted with venom, crossing your arms and effectively closing yourself off from him as you took another step back, “Just some one night stand? Some fun to have before you have to accept that you’re shackled to me for the rest of your life?” 

You hated the way your eyes burned. You cursed the tears gathering as you glared at him viciously, masking all the pain with as much rage as you could muster. 

He wouldn’t even kiss you, his soulmate. But he would kiss her. 

“Stop putting words in my mouth,” he warned lowly, tone no longer making a spectacle of the two of you, “You know that’s not how I see it.” 

“You won’t even kiss me.” 

He was stunned into silence. As you spat out the words, the first few tears slipped.

It was about more than the pretty blonde girl you’d found him with. It was about more than the fact he was kissing someone else. 

“I… What?” he whispered, his entire body going slack with defeat. 

The tears fell more rapidly now as you replayed the moment in your head. The two of you were only at the stupid party for Eddie to deal weed from some weird guy he’d met in the arcade, a way to make extra cash. Cash he claimed he was putting towards your future together. You had no idea how you’d gone from sitting on the couch together to tipsy, joining a circle of fellow peers who momentarily forgot their cruelness between shots of whiskey and pours of vodka. 

You were going to hate the game of Spin the Bottle for the rest of your life. You were sure of it. 

When Eddie’s turn had arrived, when the neck of that dingy beer bottle casted shades of ambers in your direction, you had been so excited. Your heart had been in your throat, your head dizzy with the excitement of him finally kissing you. Your soulmate by Nature, your best friend by choice, finally would be kissing you. You had been so sure it was an affirmation from the Universe that the right choice had been made when it came to the two of you. That it was all real, and the colors weren’t a product of your delusion. 

And then he said no. 

“You wouldn’t kiss me,” you choked out, pulling your arms around your torso tighter to fight back any shivers or shaking, “The bottle landed on me, on your soulmate, and you wouldn’t even fucking kiss me. The one person you should have kissed. And you didn’t.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock, a deer caught in your headlights, as he started to stutter out a sorry excuse. 

You didn’t want to hear it. You only threw your head back in bitter laughter, spinning on your heel and preparing to leave him behind once more.

“Wait,” he begged, grabbing your shoulder this time. 

You shrugged it off harshly, “For what? For you to make up some bullshit excuse for it? I don’t want to hear it, Eddie. I get it. I’m so sorry that I’m your soulmate. I’m so sorry you’re stuck with me. I’m so-” 

He cut you off by rounding in front of you, blocking your escape route and cradling each of your cheeks with determination as he forced you to meet his fiery gaze, “Stop putting words in my mouth! That’s not why I did it, okay? It’s not!” 

Your tears fell more rapidly, so quickly that his thumbs couldn’t have kept up with swiping them away if he tried. Instead, he let them puddle against his palms, focus solely on your eyes as he bore into them and whispered, “That’s not why I said no. And it’s not why I kissed that girl, okay? You’ve got to believe me, kid.” 

“Don’t-” you started, but he shook his head, determined.

“No, no. Hear me out. Please. You know I don’t see it that way. You- You’re- I’m not shackled to you. You aren’t some sort of damnation for me. Do you get that? You aren’t some life sentence or burden – you’re….” he trailed off, and you could see the tears gathering in his eyes. Constellations in his lashes to match your own. “I said no because I’m terrified. O-Okay? I said no to kissing you because… because… what if you’re the one shackled to me?” 

The crack in his voice reverberated through you. Aftershocks rattled your bones at his confession. 

“I- We haven’t crossed that line. And I just… if I crossed that line, and if you decided I wasn’t what you wanted…” his eyes searched yours for answers you couldn’t provide to him, not as your brows creased and your chest tightened, “If I kissed you and you decided that the Universe made a mistake, that I’m not actually your soulmate… I- Fuck, I couldn’t take that, kid. I couldn’t.” 

You’re no longer poised to run, to escape him and all the emotions drowning your lungs. You felt your shoulders drop, your defenses burned to ash as you stood with two solid feet on the quivering ground below you. 

There were a million reassurances on the tip of your tongue, but instead you only said, “Why did you kiss her?” 

The question that had pinned you as a flight risk. Because if what he told you was true, and you did believe him, then it didn’t make sense. Nothing that had happened that night made sense if what he said was true. 

“I don’t know,” he seemed even more confused than you, “And- God, I’m fucking sorry for such a shitty cop-out of an answer. But I just… I don’t know. I just did. She was there, and she kissed me, and I kissed back. I pretended she was you, like a fucking idiot.”

The honesty threatened to shatter you, but you decided it was better to hear his truth than risk being lied to. You could move past the anguish in both your eyes, the confusion and the hurt having brewed – you wouldn’t have been able to move past some half-assed lie in an attempt to save your feelings. 

“I regret it,” he whispered, “The moment I kissed her back, I regretted it.”

“Why?”

An opportunity to seal a bandage over the bleeding wound. A chance for him to make it all better. 

“Because she isn’t you. She isn’t my soulmate - she never could be. It’s you, and it was always going to be you, even if the Universe didn’t agree with me.” 

You took a moment to try and picture a world in which the man stood before you wasn’t your soulmate. A world where your palms touched, and your world hadn’t exploded in technicolor. Another Universe where the first color you had seen hadn’t been warm, brown, honey coated eyes. A twisted timeline where you hadn’t been awarded the gift of memorizing the red of his guitar, his sweetheart, or the calm blue tint his room bathed in every early morning. A world where you don’t know the shade his skin turns in during golden hour, or can’t see the way his few tattoos he’d gathered in the past year on his skin are actually a fading shade of blue-green rather than stark black. A world where you couldn’t pick up the Fruity Pebbles stuck between his teeth as he rushed to class late and you teased him mercilessly for it. A world without color - a world without the guarantee of Eddie Munson. 

A breeze roared by, and you could hear the Universe you were in whispering to stop it, to not do this. Because you weren’t living in a world without color. Your world had burst to life when your palm met his. You knew all the colors of his lifeline like the back of your hand. 

“It wasn’t worth it?” You knew the answer. You still needed to hear him say it.

And say it he did, nodding in confirmation, “It wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth it.” 

He could have left it at that and you would have offered him your forgiveness anyways. Even if the bond formed between you two didn’t feel like a shackle of chains binding you two together, you knew that there would always be an invisible string wound around your soul and connected to his. You could have spent longer being mad, you could have still walked yourself home and left him broken in the middle of that neighborhood street. But even if you did, you would have eventually found your way back to him. Whether you left in anger, whether you left in sadness, whether you left in mourning – your final destination remained the same. Him.

You may have all the time in the world with Eddie, but even a second spent upset with him felt like a second wasted. 

Not even forever felt like long enough. You knew that now, glaringly obvious by the chain of events the night had followed. 

And so he could have left it at that. And all would be well. Wounds would heal and time would soothe the ache that echoed. But he didn’t. 

He took a step closer. Took a shaky, deep breath. And then another step. One foot after the other until he was toe-to-toe with you as he breathed out, “You’re my future. You’re everything to me. Soulmate or not, you’re all I want. I want to grow old with you until I lose count of your wrinkles, and then some.” 

His chin tilted down, lips daring closer and closer to yours as your stare into his eyes refused to waver. 

Deep, deep brown. Endless, molten, a kind of comforting that says you’re home, you can rest now. How fortunate you were to see the twisting of lively carob and umber rather than lifeless greys. 

Your eyes tried to flutter close, but you couldn’t let them, not yet. Not until he was close enough to feel his breath on your chin before he let out a raspy, “Baby.” 

You folded immediately, took the plunge as your eyes finally shut and you pressed forward with fervent. 

It wasn’t like the movies. It wasn’t fluid and instantaneous. There was hesitancy and there was awkwardness, and your noses bumped one anothers hard enough to make both of you chuckle into the rarity of space left between your mouths as you both gasped in waves of air before returning to one another. His hand took its time before it grabbed your waist, and it trembled the entire time. Your arms shook the entire way they lifted until they wrapped around his neck and shoulders, unsure of where exactly to lay comfortably. 

But none of that mattered. Because he was kissing you – your soulmate was finally kissing you. And you had never kissed another soul before that night, but you knew immediately you’d never want to kiss another soul. 

It wasn’t like the movies or fairy tales, but it was enough. 

And you knew he felt the same way when the kiss was broken by the grin that split his lips just as the sky began to spit out the beginning of its inevitable downpour. 

—

You hadn’t heard from Eddie in three days. Which, fair enough. Finals season was nearly upon you two and you knew he had been stressed. Since the night of that party nearly a year before, you two had become even more inseparable if possible. You two had finally crossed a line, had finally accepted your status of soulmates, and no one would dare to demand the two of you detach from each other’s sides once you made the announcement that you were officially together. 

Wayne had worn a knowing smile. Your parents had simply warned Eddie to not hurt you (as if that was even an option for him at this point). Even Principal Higgins had offered a polite smile when he caught you two holding hands in the hallway, surprisingly not commenting on the public display of affection. You two were officially dating, officially succumbing to the status quo of what soulmates should be. 

Everyone had already sort of known there was something there between you two, but making it official removed any sliver of doubt any of them may have harbored. 

And so it was fine if Eddie needed space. It had been that way before your first kiss, occasionally learning how to stand as your own entities rather than solely a joint force, and it could continue to be that way after your first kiss. 

But after three days, you had started to worry. 

Pacing your room, you told yourself you were being ridiculous. This was fine. Space was good – space was needed. 

Space didn’t help with all your what-ifs, though.

What if he was hurt? What if he was sick? What if he was mad at you? What if the longer you gave him that space, the starcher of a revelation he would have that he didn’t need you? What if the two of you had flown into all of this too fast, too quickly, too soon? It may have taken years to get there, but what if Eddie suddenly decided the last year had been too much? 

You were in your car, driving recklessly down the streets that would lead to his house, before you could even think of another what if. 

If it was that last thought that crossed your mind, if everything between the two of you had become simply overwhelming for him, you convinced yourself it would be okay. It would be just fine, you could handle it as long as he told you as much to your face rather than hiding behind distance put between you. It remained a mantra spinning through your storming mind the entire drive; it will be fine. It will be okay. As long as he says it, I can handle it. Anything for him.

You never considered that one of the other possibilities was more likely. Not until you had your car haphazardly parked in front of the Munson’s trailer, fist banging on their front door before Wayne threw it open with tired eyes and wrinkles bunched in concern. 

“Is he here?” you breathed out in lieu of a proper greeting, breathless from your jog up to the damn porch from your car that you hadn’t even bothered with locking up.

It will be fine. It will be okay. As long as he says it, I can handle it.

Wayne understood immediately, stepping to the side as he nodded and motioned for you to come in, “He’s in his room. But listen, he got some news, and he’s not do-”

You didn’t hear the rest of Wayne’s warning, too busy storming past him and flying to Eddie’s bedroom door. You didn’t even knock, bursting through the door and already fighting tears as you geared up to hear Eddie say that he needed time and space, that he had gotten sick of you, that he wanted to experience more life before you guys really gave any of this a fighting chance. 

“Eddie, can you please tell me why you’ve just up and disappeared-” you cut off your plead the moment you laid eyes on him. 

He wasn’t facing the door. He was curled up in bed, back to you, clad in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. You could see the stubborn knots that had built up in his hair, immediately keyed in on the way he was trying to collapse into himself. His knees were nearly buried in his chest, and if you squinted into the dark room, you’d see the outline of his spine beneath the flash of skin peaking out from where the back of his shirt had raised. 

It wasn’t just the state of him; the state of the room also immediately silenced you. 

Almost as if a war path had been torn through it days before, the bedroom was messier than normal. Eddie was never the most organized or pristine person, but he kept his living space well enough to… well, live. Kept the floor always within sight, tried to never let any collection of trash overflow on the tops of his dressers or desk. He even found himself emptying his ashtrays without your reminding most of the time. Usually, most of the clutter simply came from mountains of papers detailing campaigns or writing new songs, or different sets of dice being left out from planning said campaigns. A t-shirt here, a pair of ripped jeans there – sure. He was a teenage boy. It was expected.

It looked as though a level five hurricane had hit Eddie Munson’s room. 

Clothes strewn everywhere, dresser drawers thrown open and never closed. Beer cans collected across each surface and both ashtrays were overfilling with cigarette butts. You even spotted two half smoked joints on his bedside table. His sweetheart had been taken off of its wall mount and laid to rest on the floor. He would never have let his prized possession be discarded like that. Ever.

Your voice came out weak as you took a step closer to the bed, “Eddie?” 

You’re surprised he heard your whisper. He stirred, and your eyes followed the dust particles dancing in the single stream of sunlight that was bursting through a hole forgotten in his makeshift curtains. Navy blue sheets the two of you once used to make a pillow fort in the Munson living room, thinned to the illusion of a sky blue in some patches.

You’d always warned him they make shit curtains; he’d always shrugged and said it added to his feng shui. 

“Eddie,” you whispered again, knees knocking against the edge of the mattress as you looked down at his broken form, “I… What happened? Are you… are you okay?” 

You hadn’t known how to approach it. Whatever happened was even worse than the first time he’d received a phone call from his dad in prison. 

He mumbled something against the pillow he has one arm curled under.

“What?” you questioned, nearly ready to climb into that damn bed and force him onto his back, force him to look at you if only so you could guarantee there were no tear tracks on his cheeks. 

You don’t have to, though. Eddie finally loosened his grip on that pillow and rolls ever so slightly, just enough for you to see half his face and feel your heart break at the confirmation of tears. Translucent pink eyes, glossy wet cheeks, the tip of his nose glowing as his gaze met yours. He looked tired.

“I’m getting held back,” he croaked, “I fucking- I flunked. I’m not graduating.” 

You nearly sighed in relief. For his sake, you don’t, but the weight on your shoulders lifted immediately. 

“Oh, sweet boy,” you murmured, giving into the need to crawl into the bed. You folded your knees as you situated yourself on the bed behind him, and the moment you’re situated, he wasted no time twisting himself to face you and bury his face into your side, “Why didn’t you call? You had me losing my goddamn mind-“ 

A strangled sob rattled against your side. One of his hands gripped your thigh, fingertips holding on for dear life, “Because your soulmate is a fucking loser.” 

Your chest cracked further, a valley beginning to form as a hand buried into the back of his head, holding him to you as the other hand moved to rub his back in soothing motions.

“My soulmate is not a fucking loser,” you tried to keep a gentle tone rather than scold him at the moment. He didn’t need scolding — he needed patience, he needed care, he just needed you to be there, “Keep talking about him that way, and I’ll have to get the fighting gloves.” 

He wetly laughed into your t-shirt, and you were sure that there would be tear stains when he finally lifted his head, “I’m the one who taught you how to throw a punch, baby.” 

“Exactly. Which means I’ll have you on your ass in ten seconds flat.” 

It was a few minutes of silence that followed; just you holding him, just him clinging onto you. His life line — his single ship of hope in what had been a terribly rocky sea the last few days. An irreplaceable peace settled across all the wounds and damage that had been done in private. You had been right. He should have called you immediately. He should have known that if anyone could make the situation feel less like his world was ending, it was you.

His soulmate.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you questioned in a soft, lulling tone. The endless patterns you’d drawn on his back had nearly put him to sleep, “Maybe be a bit kinder to yourself this time?”

“I just…” he started, finally removing his face from being buried against you, “I sort of had a hunch. O’Donnel wouldn’t round my grade, you know? And I’ve skipped a lot of classes, I know. But hearing Higgins say it just… just…”

“Made it real?” you offered a weary ending to his sentence.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Real. It made it really fucking real.” 

He didn’t feel judged at that moment. He felt seen as you continued on, “It is real, and it sucks. But it’ll be okay, Eds. I mean, I was already planning on the community college for my first year, maybe even taking a year off. If you need any help with classes, you just gotta ask me. Don’t forget I was one of O'Donnell's pets, as unfortunate as it was. I know how to work that woman into rounding up some grade.”

You rambled on a little more, all the while still stroking his hair and back, offering even more solutions. The longer you spoke, the better Eddie felt. You made it all sound so easy — like this was nothing, like it was the smallest of blips in plans that had been years in the making. You weren’t upset, you weren’t disappointed. He deserved your negativity, and instead only received your optimism.

You were with him for the long haul, he realized. Truly. It wasn’t just some one off promise or chain of the Universe holding you to him. He wasn’t dragging you down.

When you finally trailed off, his lids finally heavier than his heart, he sighed, “I love you. You know that?” 

“I love you,” you smiled, “That’s kind of part of the soulmate package, isn’t it?”

“Fuck the soulmate part,” he lifted out of your hold despite everything in him screaming to stay put, to let you to continue to coddle him, “I’ve seen plenty of people be shitty to their soulmates. I watched my dad-“ he cut himself off, throat tightening with memories of his parents. You don’t make him finish that sentence, only nodding in understanding, “The Universe doesn’t force you to be a good person. You choose to be that. Every single day, you choose to stand by my side. You always have. You could have made me feel shitty about this, could have let me see how bummed you really are about sticking out another year here, but…” 

But you didn’t. 

Your eyes softened, a stormy shade of his favorite color, “Do you remember the way you punched Carver that day, before you even knew me?” 

That very first day. The day two souls destined to intertwine had come in contact. The day the Universe had sighed in relief as your palm met his.

He nodded.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you whispered, “You didn’t even know me. And yeah, whatever, maybe the Universe nudged you to do it, whatever. But there’s tons of people who know their soulmates for years and never realize it. Tons of people go to school and never interact with their soulmates. But that very first day… the first day you were at that school, the first day you saw me — we met. You defended me. And that counts for something. And I like to think it speaks more about us than it does about the grand scheme of things,” you brought a hand up, wiped away whatever tears were left on his cheeks with enough tenderness he almost started to sob again, “You didn’t know I was your soulmate. I was just some random classmate, and you defended me without even thinking about it. And I will always do the same for you. Always.” 

You always had, you always will. The two of you had proven, time and time again, that you will always choose one another. It was never about that inevitable bond. 

“I don’t deserve you,” he confessed, quickly moving to keep your palm there, resting on his stubbled cheek, “You deserve a soulmate who isn’t a fuck up. Someone good, someone who can give you the world and someone who… who isn’t repeating another year of fucking high school.”

“You still don’t get it,” you grinned sadly. Your fingertips press into that soft spanse right before his ear, cradling him more urgently on their own accord, “I don’t want or need someone else. You do give me the world- you are my world, you idiot.” 

Idiot sounded perfectly aligned with lover as he leaned forward, burying his face in your neck. Home — he was home as you wrapped your arms back around him, pulled him a little closer in your embrace, clung to him as tightly as he clung to you. 

All the colors in the world, and the only ones the two of you cared about were the ones confined to that small space for the time being, shades of you and shades of him, all overlapping perfectly in sync. 

—

You stay true to your word. The first time Eddie repeats his senior year, and the second time. 

Endless nights are spent studying, you forcing him to focus when he couldn’t, trying to invent new ways to learn that work for him rather than against him. He’s brilliant; you never let your boy forget that. 

It’s nice for a while. Sickly sweet kisses and teasing exchanges. Enough lovesickness to make even those around you two nauseous. Nights spent out by Lover’s Lake, exchanges of promises of a future to come and discussions of whether your kids will have his eyes or your eyes. Kids. You two were discussing fucking kids. And it had scared Eddie half to death to even bring it up, but you hadn’t been phased. You’d answered terrifying question after question with ease, had even joked about what color flowers the two of you would have at your wedding and listened to Eddie describe the house he’d want to grow old in with you in excruciating detail. Sometimes the two of you even brought up what kind of dog you’d have, fantasized about the big yard which would not have a white picket fence (because, according to Eddie, that shit was too cheesy even for him in all his adoration for you). It made Eddie realize that after all these years, maybe you had become the brave one.

You’d both succumbed to the stereotypical soulmate trope. Become exactly what society had expected from the two of you since the beginning. And honestly, you couldn’t even be mad about it. You get it – you got the allure as you had laid with a head pressed to Eddie’s chest, observing all the stars again, a night sky the vision of black and white as your vision went blurry with fatigue. 

“You know, that house sounds awfully expensive,” you yawned, curling a bit tighter into his side. You’re in nothing but his t-shirt, his chest still bare from the night’s activities.

Another new development. Even after all your time together, you two continued to find novelty to explore. New ways to learn each other, new ways to love each other, new ways to further tie your two souls together. An unbreakable knot. If anyone, the Universe included, tried to loosen it, you would spill blood without second thought. 

“Oh, it absolutely will be,” he chuckled, vibrations echoing in your eardrum, “But that’s fine. We’re going to tap into that rockstar money, baby.” 

In between talks of the future, more honest versions had arisen. Eddie and his band. You and your aspirations. Things that neither of you laughed at quite as much as the talk of children or houses with wraparound porches because they were in reach. 

“Do you think you’ll have groupies?” your voice was a murmur, mouth half pressed into his skin as you lazily traced circles on his pec you aren’t using as your own personal pillow. 

It made him chuckle once more, “Groupies? Sure. Don’t think any of them will be very successful, though.”

“Bold of you to assume I meant just you,” you’re able to snark back even half asleep, “Gareth deserves to be fawned over, too. Jeff is definitely a ladies killer.” 

Your hand moved just fast enough out of the way for Eddie to lazily mimic stabbing himself in the exact muscle you were painting invisible imagery across, “You wound me, sweetheart.” 

From this angle, you could catch the exact shade of brown that his faded freckles shone. You could see the differences in tan skin, see where he’d left a pair of sunglasses on his chest during a lake day over the summer and the tanline had remained stubborn. That had been a good day – Eddie had thrown you off the dark, wrapping his arms around you and turning the world to a blur of passing greens and blues before you’d been dunked beneath the lake’s surface. The cold water had stunned you, but him joining you seconds later hadn’t. Always by your side, even when he was being a little shit.

You’ve gone quiet on him, mind overcome with fond memories as the silence came naturally only for a few seconds before Eddie felt the need to fill it again. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, the hand that had mock-stabbed himself now curling around your forearm. 

Your hand against his chest turned to a fist, pressing deeper into the skin, just to feel him closer, before you teased him, “How do you even know I’m thinking? What if my mind is just blank right now?”

“Psychic-soulmate-telepathy powers,” he answered without hesitation. When you only huffed, clearly unimpressed, he pressed a kiss to your temple before whispering in honesty, “You were smiling.” 

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. Usually, you loved memorizing all the colors of him. You loved taking in his doe brown eyes and the harsh blush of his swollen lips. You’d memorize the twinkling of pink staining his skin across his chest and up his neck. You’d pick at the vibrant cherry shade of his painted nails, a sharp contrast from the usual black or sharpie scribbles he’d wear on them instead. 

That silver glint of his rings. The forest green of his plaid boxers. All shades in the palette of Eddie Munson, your soulmate. 

You love him so much, your chest is ready to burst from it. And you told him as much, too.

“I’m just really glad I have you,” you said for only him and only the trees to hear, “I’m really happy you came after me that day.” 

There’s no rush to memorize all his colors and all his shades. You had all the time in the entire world, and then some. The only reason anyone had ever reported losing their colors was due to the death of their soulmate, and he wasn’t in any danger at the moment. He was there, sturdy beneath you, deep breaths syncing with your own. 

If you didn’t learn them in this life, you wouldn’t rest until you found him in the next to finish what you had started. 

“Yeah?” you could hear his grin as he held you a bit tighter. Another deep breath, another expansion of his ribs, and you feel all that time laid out at your feet. A lifetime of learning and memorizing Eddie Munson. A life well spent, “I’m glad, too.” 

“Did you have even a single moment where you…. I don’t know, hesitated coming after me?” your speech began to slur, and you knew you were one foot in unconsciousness at that point. 

“Never,” that same certainty he has always held since day one laced his tone, “Never. I just- I went for it. I made Jason Carver eat his words, and I ran after you. The only thing I’ll ever regret is not throwing a second punch at the asshole.”

Your smile widened, and you knew he felt it. Imagined the comfort he felt at the feeling. Imagined the peace that was washing over him just as it encased you, “But not about coming after me?” 

“I don’t regret coming after you,” he told you, not growing the slightest bit annoyed at your need for constant reassurance. His fingers and palm slowly spread across your lower back, the warmth of their weight carrying you into sleep, “I’ll always come back to you, baby.” 

—

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. 

Spring break was supposed to be nice. Time spent with friends, lazy mornings that you and Eddie slept through, night drives spent screaming out in relief to empty highways because he made it – you both made it. The college transfer was already put into motion, making it so you’d start the fall semester at a University in upstate Indiana. Eddie had taken a few roadtrips with you at his side, already having gotten on the good side of a boss at one of the car shops within range of where you’d be attending. You two had littered his floor with ads for apartments, the ones in your price range circled in brilliant and glaring red. Everything had been perfectly in line. Everything was set in place. Spring break was supposed to be a break to just be kids one last time – it was supposed to be nice. 

But then Chrissy Cunningham happened. And Jason Carver, and an entire town of people who had always hated your soulmate. Suddenly, your own plan for the future had been scrapped, and in its spot a line of new dominos had been placed. One falling down after the other, too quick for you to keep up with.

A group of strangers had banged down on your front door. Had demanded to know where Eddie was, claimed they were friends trying to help him. You hadn’t even seen the news yet. They’d tried to fill you in, but only confused you more in the process, because the words Eddie and murderer should have never been used together in a sentence in the way they claimed the entire town was currently spewing. 

You were his soulmate. They were sure you’d know where he was, but you didn’t. 

That didn’t matter, though. The young boy, Dustin, had been determined. You’d heard all about him from Eddie – about the brilliant mind hidden beneath baseball caps and unruly curls, about the smart mouth you witnessed mouthing off to Steve Harrington first hand as you’d been searching for your boy. 

It reminded you of Eddie. It made you ache. It made you only more voracious in your search. 

And you’d found him – terrified, alone, trembling and crying. A version of him you’d never been privy to had pinned Steve fucking Harrington to the wall of Reefer Rick’s boathouse with a broken bottle to his throat. Wild, scared eyes and hands that shook harder than the day his father had called him and he’d put a goddamn hole through his kitchen wall. More desperation on his face than the day he’d informed you he’d be repeating his senior year for the first time. Shoulders more tense than the night you’d nearly walked away from him over some silly kiss with a cheerleader. 

When he saw you, he’d shattered completely.

The sight of you had him collapsing into your arms, unable to explain himself in full sentences as he gasped and panicked and clung to you. And you had held him, had forced the others to give him time. You were like a feral animal, standing between him and them, friends or not. Your claws and teeth alike had been out, ready to mar anyone who would dare to lay a hand on your soulmate. 

He’d calmed down. He’d explained. And then they had explained and reassured Eddie that he wasn’t crazy. His eyes had found yours over and over, and not a single time did they hold a single doubt for him in them. You believed him; you would always believe him. The cries of the town had been nothing more than static noise. You knew the man before you, you loved the man before you. Your soul knew his intricately, intimately. It would always know him, no matter the circumstance and no matter the troubles to come. In this life and the next.

The colors were never the gift. The gift the Universe had offered you had always been him. 

You stayed with him those short few days. Ran from Carver and his posse, swam in the lake and had kept a level head as you formulated a plan. Find a walkie-talkie. Call for Dustin, call for help. 

When the rest of them had jumped into the lake after Steve, you’d put a selfish hand on his bicep. For a moment, the only thing you were thinking of was him. You couldn’t lose him. 

When he jumped in after Robin and Nancy anyways, you’d followed, no hesitation. 

A dreary, nightmarish world. You’d followed him into Hell – quite literally, it seemed. Except they didn’t call it Hell, they called it the Upside Down. A place made up of all the things children fear, of awful creatures that only served to attack, to kill, and terrible storms of flashing red lightning. A blue tint to the town you’d come to know. Shades of flesh and shades of grey – shades of death – flooded the place. And only you, Eddie, and Nancy could see them. 

Nancy’s soulmate was somewhere far away. Somewhere safe. But she understood that protective stance and the way you’d stuck staunchly at Eddie’s side. She got it. 

A stolen RV, shields made of trash can lids and nails rather than make believe, goddamn spears made at the hand of people all far too young to be handling these things. They were handling the end of the world, and you suddenly hadn’t felt as brave as Eddie always claimed you were. The plan was formulated, and the entire time, you had a sinking feeling in your stomach. You watched Eddie play fight with Dustin, real weapons discarded to the ground, and you listened to Robin whisper the same sentiment to Steve. 

“I just have this terrible, gnawing feeling that… it might not work out for us this time.”

You agreed with Robin. You hated that you agreed with Robin.

And so you stood like a watch dog at Eddie’s side, nearly lashed out when it was suggested you might be more helpful joining everyone else going after this Vecna rather than staying with Eddie. 

It was his turn to put a hesitant hand on your bicep. Brown, russet, umber eyes that flashed with the unspoken question of are you sure you want to do this? 

But he was sure. And just as quickly as you’d followed him into that lake, just as quickly as you had dismissed those awful claims against him, you’d nodded. Because if he was sure, if he was going through it, you would follow him. 

You should have insisted on staying with him and Dustin. 

Because your group of rag tags re-entered that Hellish landscape, and you flinched with each flash of red, not even soothed by Eddie’s hand in yours. And the people around you were now friends; you’d realized in a few short days that you would do almost anything to protect all of them as well, but you knew there was nothing that you wouldn’t do to keep Eddie alive. 

“Hey,” he insists once the two of you stand outside this alternate version of his trailer, somewhere that you should know all too well but that has morphed into something unfamiliar in this world. 

His hand holding yours spins you to face him, a few steps off to the side from the rest of everyone. 

“Hi,” you whisper back, trying to only focus on him. Not the bleak colors of the landscape around you two, but the vibrancy of his shades. You hate the weakness written all across your features, unable to offer him any reassurance in return for all that he had given you over the years. You were terrified. As Robin had said, a terrible gut feeling was gnawing at you from the inside out. You couldn’t help the tears gathering, couldn’t unravel the restriction of your throat. 

“It’s going to be okay, alright?” he does the talking, nodding and lowering his chin to stare right into your eyes. His favorite color now wet with emotion, shining even in the dullest of environments, “Can’t be worse than punching Jason Carver, right?” 

It could be. It could be much, much worse. Everything you two had endured together was children’s play compared to this. But you don’t say that; you nod in dishonesty, biting your lip to stop from letting a whimper escape. 

“I’ll always come back to you, I promise,” he swears so vehemently, voice spitting with determination. Those brows half hidden by the bandana atop his head furrow, his forehead nearly brushing yours.

That, you at the very least, believe. Just as you would find him every time, in this life and the next, he would find you. 

“You better,” you choke out, hands reaching up just to latch onto him one more time. To feel him, sturdy beneath your palms. Alive. Your gift from the Universe, the boy who let you see colors. You almost regret spending so long fascinated with the shades you’d discovered when you should have allotted more time to imprint the features of his face to memory. You should have cared more about that freckle beneath his right eye, the slight crook to his nose, the way each of his calluses feel against your bare shoulders. Shades of blue, red, green, violet, yellow – none of them matter as much as the boy before you. They only matter because they paint the picture of him for you fully. They only matter because he matters, “I still need your rockstar money to pay for that wraparound porch.” 

He laughs at that. And God, he’s gorgeous – his head thrown back, eyes crinkling with genuine joy for the first time in days. No one else catches the tear that slips from one of those pinched eyes, the hidden sadness for only you to catch onto. 

That gnawing feeling – the one you and Robin felt. He felt it, too. 

“Of course,” he finally sighs, opening his eyes back to yours and now holding so many words that neither of you have the time to exchange. It kills you – you don’t have time. You thought you’d always have more time. “Think of this as a test run for that rockstar money. See how a crowd of bats feel about my rockstar skills.” 

“Careful,” your voice cracks, a few tears slipping that he’s quick to swipe away, “I hear they’re a tough crowd.” 

He smiles at your joke, but doesn’t waste his breath on laughing. His lips find yours instead, pouring out every single thought and emotion possible. You feel a tug on that knot you’d tied between you two, everything in your being protesting from pulling back from the kiss. You try to move your lips in a response, to tell him it’ll be fine, to tell him you’ll both return to each other. To tell him you’ll have more time. 

When he pulls back, realizing you can’t, his hand falls from you only to reach into the pocket of his jeans. You don’t understand until suddenly, he’s thrusting a laminated square into your hand. 

You know what it is before you even turn it over. Your entire body strangles down the broken sob as you look down at a polaroid of a younger Eddie. Somewhere safe and somewhere that time is still yours. 

“Keep that safe for me, yeah?” his voice wavers as he produces his own polaroid – the picture of you, “I mean, I’ll have yours, obviously. But… but just… it’s gonna be worth a lot of money once I’m the next big thing in the Upside Down.” 

He’s trying so hard to make you laugh just one more time. It only surges more tears to burn your vision. 

“All I’ll have to show Vecna is this,” you start to joke back, letting more tears stain your cheeks, “And- and-” 

You can’t finish the joke. He gets it, putting a hand over yours, forcing you both to put away those polaroids. 

“I know,” he assures you, “I know. Show him my ugly mug, and he’ll go down without a fight. That’s exactly why I’m giving it to you, baby.” 

Another tear, only for you, slips. You trace it all the way down his cheek, memorize the way his skin looks in the horrid blue tint and try to remember the shade it glows during golden hour instead. 

“I love you,” you say. But once isn’t enough, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he takes your hands in his palms, finally presses his forehead to yours, shares his breath for a moment as he focuses on your sad eyes, “So fucking much. You always were prettier than all the colors combined. Better stay that way till I come back to you.” 

He releases you. Wipes away his tears, has to give you an encouraging shove on your shoulders to force you to join Nancy and Robin’s sides. 

Steve catches your eye, a look on his face telling you he’d been watching the entire interaction. Something yearning crosses his features, and then something clicks. As if this is the first time he’d ever witnessed soulmates. As if he’s the one seeing colors for the first time. 

Maybe that’s why he gives his little speech. Maybe that’s why he tries to plead your case and make sure that Eddie and Dustin don’t do anything stupid. 

After Eddie has made his final request to Steve, to make him pay, he looks at you one last time. A ghost of a grin, wearing his bravest mask to date as he mouths I love you. 

You echo the silent sentiment. A silent prayer. For the Universe to bring him back to you. To bring you back to him. 

—*ash, stop reading here*—

The only way to lose your colors is if your soulmate has died. It’s one of the first things you learn when school first broached the sensitive topic. Your soulmate dies, they take the colors with them. They never told you how the soulmate takes the colors with them – never discussed whether it would fast and sudden like the moment you first touched your soulmate, if the colors would drain from you in real time and leave a path of chromatic grey behind, or if you’d watch them flicker from sight, just as one might watch the life flicker from the eyes of the one they loved.

You’d always wondered how it happened.

You’d been morbidly curious that day in class despite finding it all a bit dramatic. Had looked around a black and white classroom and processed your classmates' different greyscale reactions. Some were forlorn, some were snickering beneath their breath. Some just looked plain bored. It made sense; you were all kids, none of you had ever seen the blue sky or the verdant grass. Only heard about it. Only listened to adults drone on and on about it wistfully. It was never something tangible, something to have and to hold and to lose. 

You wonder how younger you would have looked upon you now. As you faced down an alternate dimension’s fiercest villain, hand paused midair, prepared to launch a lit molotov cocktail with aim to kill, when you suddenly paused.

The shades of the fire burning brightly in front of you have dulled. Microscopically. The smallest of flickers in vibrancy. 

“What are you doing?” Steve screams when he notices your hesitation, “Throw it! Jesus Christ, throw it before-”

Robin cut him off, being the closest to you and reaching over to snatch the ticking time bomb of a bottle, tossing it for you. 

As it explodes against the mangled being before you, another flicker occurs. You swear you feel a stabbing pain in your side, as if that gnawing has taken to ripping you apart.

You swear the bright flashes of yellow amongst the flames have turned to white. The orange has gone so faded, the dullest bits have shadowed over in grey. 

Nancy takes another shot, but you can’t move. You watch it all in slow motion: she doesn’t miss, her shot ricochets dead center, Vecna stumbles before crashing through the wall behind him. 

The world flickers a final time, and all the air leaves your lungs. 

It’s black and white. 

The floorboards, all of your sudden friends beside you, the walls of the old house, the lightning flashing amongst storm clouds in the sky outside.

It’s black and white. Shades of grey monotone. 

As everyone rushes to look out the hole, your knees collide with splintered wood. 

The colors are gone. It’s black and white. 

“Where’d he-” Steve starts to question before he turns and sees you. You’re folding into yourself, no longer breathing as you look down at your palms. Grey. Not a single sliver of flesh tone to be seen. “Are you okay?” 

The colors are gone. 

A cold washes over you like never before, and even if you wanted to take another breath, you couldn’t. It’s not ash burning your eyes – it’s tears, hot and vicious as your face begins to crumple in panic. 

Eddie. 

You don’t even hear them cross the room back to you. Can’t hone in on what’s happened, if the evil has been defeated and if you’d all won. It doesn’t matter; your colors are gone. 

Your hands finally fumble without thought, patting down your person until you catch the corner of the polaroid. You yank it free, breaths finally strangling into your throat without purchase, your shoulders shaking.

It’ll be in color. It has to be in color. He has to be in color. 

That familiar and well loved photo stares back at you. Your boy, curly hair wild and unruly, grin soft and fond. A twinkle captured in his eye and all that adoration that had been rolling off of him in waves somehow frozen in time. 

Frozen in time, frozen in black and white. 

Steve shakes your shoulders, Robin begins to pace and match your panic. They don’t understand. 

Gritted sobs leave your mouth, tears blinding you as you look at the shadow of what must be Nancy.

She understands.

Even through the strangled breaths, earth-shattering sobs that make you nearly incoherent, she knows. 

“Eddie,” you manage to gasp, fist curling around the photograph. 

The only way to lose your colors is if your soulmate has died.

“Eddie,” you manage a mangled sob as Steve pulls back, horror-stricken as he looks down at the polaroid, slowly piecing together what was happening.

Fast and sudden like the moment you first touched your soulmate. Draining from you in real time and leaving a path of chromatic grey behind. Flickering from sight, just as one might watch the life flicker from the eyes of the one they loved.

“Eddie!” 

You’d always wondered how it happened.

You finally had your answer. You wish you didn’t. 

[justagirlswrld]

So wrong

a/n: accidentally deleted🫤. was gonna scrap this but @tiramissyoucake dilf!omni mark blurb gave me the motivation to finish it. (link here if you’d like to read it) feed back welcomed!

summary: if sneaking around with nolan is wrong why does it feel so right?

warning: porn w plot. slight breeding kink? cheating. age gap(reader in 20s, omni man is old asf). unprotected p in v. forgive me if it’s ooc but we need some omni man fics.

The first time you’d fucked Mr.Grayson- Nolan (it felt too weird to call him that now) was an accident.

You were driving home from a terrible date, ranting to yourself about how the guy was an asshole and how (sexually) frustrated you were when your car decided to break down. You hit the steering wheel in anger when you realized you were in the middle of nowhere and couldn’t afford a tow. You cursed yourself for going to an out of state college as you scrolled past your parent’s number on your phone.

You did the sensible thing and called your best friend, Mark. Your face dropped when his phone went to voicemail before quickly deciding to call Mrs.Grayson to make sure Mark wasn’t with his girlfriend or saving the world. It ended up being the latter but she’d reassured you that she’d send Nolan.

You should’ve just payed for the tow.

“Thank you so much, Mr.Grayson. I’m sorry for making you come out so late.” You greet him when he arrives, pulling your short skirt down out of respect. The action seemed to have the opposite effect as his smoldering gaze flicks to your barely covered skin then back to yours, running a hand through his bed head before flashing a breath taking smile.“Couldn’t leave a pretty thing like you stranded.”

To your surprise the comment had you turning from him to a hide a blush, confusion written on your features. The words echoed in your mind and you couldn’t help but admire the man as he tinkered with your vehicle, the way his shirt sleeves had to stretch to accommodate his biceps and how good his butt looked in grey sweat pants. Had Mr.Grayson always been this hot? The question rung in your head, You weren’t even sure hot was the right word, more like a silver fox.

You’d never thought of Nolan in a romantic way until that night. He’d always just been your best friend’s dad, totally off limits and old but as you watched him begin to jump your car you couldn’t help but to imagine it being your bones instead. These new feelings confused and kind of grossed you out but the lust wins over the adverse feelings, You didn’t shy away the next time his heated gaze turned to you- you’d never admit it but you sent one just as steamy back.

You’d stood by your drivers door as you prepared to say good bye to Nolan, a smile on your face to hide the nervousness you felt when he looked at you with his cerulean eyes. “Thank you again. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” He’d approached you then, slowly, like a lion not trying to scare off a gazelle. Before you knew it you two were chest to chest, his hulking frame looming over yours. Your breath hitched when you realized his proximity had you pressed against the car, the cold door a contrast from his breath warming your skin.

He’d placed a strong hand against the driver door to make sure he had you efficiently trapped, you’d learn later that Nolan loved to make you feel and look small, not that it took much. He’d looked down at you through dark lashes, a smirk fighting its way through his thick mustache,”Where are you running off to?”

Somehow, against your better judgment, you two ended up in the back seat of your car a moment later. You with your knees digging into the leather of the seats as you sunk onto Nolan, your soft hands using his brawny chest for purchase as he gripped the fat of your ass hard enough to cause bruises. You thanked whoever invented tinted windows as the car rocked on the side of the desolate road.

It was meant to be a one time thing, a mistake. A dirty secret that you’d both act like never happened. So, you were very surprised when Nolan called your phone the next day, words raspy and breathless as he tells you how he couldn’t stop thinking about your body writhing on top of his.

His honeyed voice had you squeezing your thighs together but a pool of shame made your stomach turn. “Nolan, we can’t-“ You’re not sure why you’re trying to explain something he was already aware of, so you’re unsurprised when he cuts you off. “You ever been to Italy?” Nolan crackles through the speaker of your phone, “I know a beautiful hotel there.”

You force yourself not to think of his chiseled abs and square jaw as you try to have a little dignity and remind him of his family, of your best friend. He takes your mention of them completely wrong or maybe he just doesn’t care, “It’s fine. They think i’m in space already, we’ve got all day.”

Your finger hovers over the red ‘end call’ button as you purse your lips.

Ultimately you can’t resist his temptation and you’re flying high in the sky, wrapped in his strong arms thirty minutes later.

A day turned to days then to months and the thing you kept telling yourself was a one time occurrence bloomed into something so much more, an actual affair. You hated calling it that- an affair, it made what you and Nolan were doing too…real. But with all the secret rendezvous there wasn’t a better way to describe it.

You knew sneaking around with Nolan was wrong. More than wrong, so unforgivable you couldn’t stand looking in the mirror after he made you shudder and cum on his cock. But..there was something about him that kept pulling you back for more.

Even though it made you feel shameful…dirty at times, like there was a neon sign that said home wrecker flashing above your head. You felt a mountain of guilt whenever you were with Mark, smiled in Debbie’s face or simply even thought about the Grayson family…especially when you thought about the irrevocable damage you were causing to it.

With these emotions swirling around in your head you decided to end….whatever you had going on with Nolan. When he asked you to meet last night you decided to just drop the news on him, you figured it was like ripping off a bandaid.

There was no fake small talk and absolutely no sex, you knew if he got his beefy hands on you you’d probably be ensnared in his trap once again. You didn’t even let him pass the threshold of your apartment as you broke things off with him. Nolan had taken it pretty well, his blue eyes and calm demeanor not betraying any emotions. Not that you expected anything different. It was just sex, the only feeling involved was pleasure.

“Can I come in one last time? I have to leave for a mission tonight. Not sure when i’ll be back.” He’d propositioned, nodding with a small smile when you sternly shook your head no. You were sure he thought you’d change your mind and fall in bed with him (not that you didn’t want to).

When the conversation was finally over and you were watching Nolan’s hulking frame retreat down the hall it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. And with Nolan being out of your life and off the planet you didn’t blow off Mark when he invited you to dinner with his mom and Eve a the next day.

When you walk into the Grayson’s home, bottle of sweet red wine in hand, your smile fades and it feels like you’ve been dunked in ice water when your eyes met the azure pair staring at you from his place on the living room couch. His strong bicep around his wife’s neck as she waves you inside with a smile.

You pick your jaw up from the floor, quickly smiling to hide your flabbergasted state before greeting Mark’s parents. You feel wrong as you hug Debbie, you and her husband eyeing each other during the entire exchange. “ I haven’t seen you in so long! Nolan and I miss you around the house.” You felt like you might throw up in the poor woman’s face but you manage to swallow it down and smile uncomfortably in return.

You discard the wine onto the counter before taking the stairs two at a time to get to Mark’s room and away from his father’s unwavering stare. You couldn’t believe he was here (even if it was his house), as you walk down the hall you couldn’t help but think about the mischievous glint in his eyes.

You knock loudly and wait a moment before announcing yourself, pushing the wooden door open with your eyes closed as the sound of frantic shuffling meets your ears. You’d walked in on Eve and Mark before and once was good enough. “We’re decent, you can open your eyes!” Mark says from his place on the bed, his chest is heaving and his lips are red and raw from what you assume was kissing and it takes everything in you not to gag.

“Ew-but hey, Eve.” The red head greets you cheerfully as you sit at Mark’s desk before spinning around to meet her evergreen eyes, “Could you help me with my physics homework? It’s killing me.” As Eve tutors you your thoughts can’t help but wonder to places they shouldn’t, mainly to why Nolan had lied about going to space. You wondered if he’d been lying to you as well as his family these past couple of months.

“…Oh yeah- I thought your dad had a work thing?” You ask Mark as nonchalantly as possible once you and Eve finish, keeping your eyes on the text book you were stuffing into your bag. “He did. Said he had to take care of some stuff here.” He shrugs but never turns away from the half dressed characters fighting on the TV screen.

A hour later you’re in the kitchen getting some water, the smell of whatever Debbie was cooking wafting to your nose. You’re going to peek in the oven when the sound of a booming voice has you jumping out your shoes. The sound sends a shiver down your spine- you know that voice too well and you’re not surprised when you turn around and you’re met with Nolan, leaning against the kitchen island and unabashedly taking in your form.

“Did I catch you being naughty?” His tone is playful but his is gaze stern.

“Leave me alone, Nolan.” You set the glass of water down to place a hand on the counter, pouting your lips despite his words causing your heart to speed up. “I think I like Mr.Grayson better.” You scoff before rolling your eyes and crossing your arms defensively.

He goes to speak again but you cut him off quickly, “Why are you here?” You ask in a hushed whisper. A thick eyebrow raises and a smirk tugs at his full lips, “I live here.” Nolan says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “No- you know what I mean. You said you’d be gone.” He pushes off the island before stalking over to you, you back away from his steps until your butt hits the warm stove.

Nolan’s breath is minty as he licks and nips the perspiring skin on your neck, his dark mustache scratching against the soft skin as your eyes dance between the stairs and the man in front of you.

His chest is against yours, you instantly mold against him. You’re like putty in his hands, if you weren’t so turned it’d be scary. This is a turn of events you definitely weren’t expecting and Nolan uses your shock to take the opportunity to push his large hand down the front of your yoga pants. Your breathing turning uneven as Nolan starts to pet you through the lace material of your panties.

“Wore these for me?” He says in a husky whisper. You want to tell him he’s delusional but with the way his lips tickle your ear and his free hand gropes your breast over your shirt, you have to harshly grip his bicep (the same bicep that was around his wife a moment ago) to steady yourself.

Your hand tugs on the wrist in your pants but he doesn’t budge. “You said you wouldn’t be here.” Your words are soft as you look up at him with a slight pout on your full lips, desire pooling in your stomach when you see how glazed over his eyes are.

“You stopped answering my calls so I didn’t go.” You want to argue, you’ve told him a thousand times not to prioritize you over the world but your breath hitches instead, his fingers dragging across your slick lips as he pulls your panties to the side.

You almost snap out of your stupor when your eyes meet Mark’s- not the actual Mark but his happy, brown eyes in the family portrait on the counter not too far from you. Nolan notices when you begin drifting from him, he removes his hand from your breast and callously knocks the picture over on its face.

It lands loudly and for a moment time seems to stop and you swear someone’s going to come flying down the stairs. Luckily for you everyone is too preoccupied. Not that Nolan cared, his free hand creeping under your shirt to fondle your breasts again.

It’s like you gained super senses. Able to feel every touch Nolan was giving to you, able to hear every bump or noise coming from upstairs. “W-we talked about this yesterday.” Your fingers finding the tail of Nolan’s shirt when he sinks his thick fingers into your warm cunt. He groans as you squeeze around him, the sound making your toes curl in your shoes.

“No, you talked and I listened.” His pace is slow, tantalizing, like he had all time in the world and no one could walk in and ruin the moment at anytime. The way his callused palm grinds into your clit has you fighting to keep your eyes open and you curse your weak resolve as your hips grind back.

“Tonight it’s my turn-“ The sound of Eve’s laughter has you trying to squirm out of his hold but his strong body has you trapped against the oven, his hard cock straining against the material of his jeans as he lightly grinds into you.

Nolan’s hand leaves your shirt to turn your head to meet his heavy stare. His hold is wet with your slick and his eyes bear into yours as he makes his demands, “Tell me i’ll see you tonight.”

You wanted to say no, to stand on your word as a better woman would. But when the hand on your jaw drops lower to squeeze your neck and the fingers between your thighs drag across a particularly satisfying spot, one that has you biting your lip to keep from crying out, you’re nodding before you can stop yourself. A smile lights Nolan’s face before he plants a big kiss on your lips, when he pulls away he thumbs your glistening cheek.

He hears Mark’s light steps before they can reach your human ears and he’s sitting on the couch watching TV before you can blink. You only have time to wipe your chin and straighten your shirt before he’s down the stairs, boyish grin on his face. Your heart is hammering in your chest, when Mark looks at you. You’re hoping he doesn’t notice the tint on your cheeks or your slightly frizzled hair.

His eye brows pull together in confusion and his voice is hard when he finally speaks, “Isn’t the food supposed to be done by now?”

“You’ve lost your mind.” Nolan’s standing in the middle of your living room late that night, clad in his red and white suit. He has the nerve to look confused like he hadn’t suggested the most outrageous thing you’d ever heard. “What?! It’s not uncommon for Viltrumites to take more than one partner.”

You look at him incredulously after pinching the bridge of your nose, “We are on Earth not Viltrum. Besides you’ve been married to Debbie for twenty years. She’ll kill you and me.” You huff as you flop on your worn couch. This was too much for you to process. You assumed Nolan had come over just to get his dick wet but now he’s talking about feelings you didn’t know existed- and marriage?!

“She’ll come around.” Nolan says in a matter of fact tone as he sits down beside you, taking your feet in his lap to massage them with his gloved hand. You don’t try to stop him, figuring you deserved it after the crazy ass proposal he dropped on you. “This is the Viltrumite way, she’ll have to see sense -“ Your loud sigh cuts off whatever nonsense he was going to say.

You pull your feet from him now, folding them so you can sit on them instead. You take Nolan’s large hands in yours and try to look deep in his eyes, hoping that it’ll help him see reason. “Nolan, I can’t marry you. That would destroy Mark and Debbie.” His grip tightens around yours but it isn’t painful, “I didn’t even know you felt this way about me….but you can’t- it’s too far. I thought we were just fucking.”

Nolan pulls a hand from yours to glide it through his greying hair, “…I didn’t know I felt this way either…then you broke things off.” His lips move like he wants to keep speaking but he doesn’t elaborate, he looks up at you through dark lashes, “No, marriage- okay. But we can keep..seeing each other?” Your lips form a straight line in frustration, it’s like everything you said went through one ear and out the next.

“It’s like you aren’t hearing me, Nolan. We can’t keep doing…this. Especially now.” You shake your head, trying to physically rid your mind of the fact that Nolan had just confessed his feelings for you. You didn’t even want to think about if you felt the same, even if you did the feelings would be shoved to the deepest, darkest pit in your brain.

“I can’t ruin your family.” Nolan huffs, like you’d said something so frivolous he can’t believe it. “Y/N…we already have.” Despite the scowl on your face he continues, “What would be the point in stopping now? Debbie is strong- so is Mark they’ll-“ You cut him off again before he goes too deep into his ramblings.

He watches as you slam your fist into the cushions on the couch, he almost smiles at your attempt to put your foot down. “Nolan! The answer is no- I can’t live with this-this guilt hanging over my me.” He doesn’t say anything for a moment but his face displays the internal turmoil Nolan must be going through. He starts that silent nodding thing and you think he might do something crazy until he starts to speak weakly.

“Can I taste you one more time?” You gulp audibly. The word no is on your tongue, it almost passes your lip until Nolan begins drawing circles on your knee with his thumb, something he’d usually save for after sex.

Somehow Nolan ends up on his knees on your carpeted floor, you didn’t bother moving to the bedroom, too focused on the man staring up at you as he pulls off your lounge shorts and panties.

“Just one lick.” It’s almost inaudible but Nolan was going to pretend he didn’t hear you anyway. He grabs a throw pillow to stuff under his head before waving you over to sit on his handsome face. You’re hesitant, biting your nail to calm your nerves like you haven’t been in this position one hundred times.

The sound of your name brings you back to reality, the way it sounds coming from between Nolan’s lips has your body flushing. You comply and move yourself over to his awaiting mouth, knees digging into the carpet. He licks his lips before he pulls you the rest of the way down by your hips.

Nolan is sloppy when he eats pussy. His nose bumping into your clit with every hard lick over your folds, before his tongue takes its place, gently flicking against the swollen bud. His eyes are closed, long lashes resting on his cheek bones, he seems relaxed while you’re already a moaning mess on top of him. You grab his inky locks as you move against his tongue, he moans as he grabs your hips tighter to assist you, rocking you slowly back and forth as he fucks you with his tongue.

Your painted toes curl when his soft lips wrap around your swollen clit and harshly suck. His name leaves your mouth in a gasp, hips bucking as a large hands moves from your hips to squeeze your ass, then creep up your stomach to rub your hardened nipples.

You can’t help but watch the show below you with lidded eyes. Nolan’s cheeks are dusted pink, his eyelids just as heavy as yours. Your thighs shudder around his legs as you feel your release approaching, “Fu-fuck, i’m gonna cum.” Nolan doesn’t let up and after a well timed flick of his tongue on your clit, you’re whimpering from the white-hot pleasure that surges through you. Nolan continues to lick and suck through your orgasm and doesn’t stop until you’ve pried him away by his mussed hair.

You’re unsurprised when you’re bent over the arm of your couch with Nolan’s hand tangled in your hair. Nolan’s thrown out everything you’d said before. He’s bending down to whisper in your ear, voice hitching as he tells you you’ll make such a pretty wife, how beautiful you’ll look once you’re round with his babies. Your brains so foggy from the tip of his cock hitting the spongy spot deep within you over and over again, that you can’t do anything but moan and babble nonsense.

His thick cock drags against your contracting walls as he watches himself push in and out of you, toes curling into the carpet when he notices the creamy white ring around himself. The squelch of your arousal and your melding moans can be heard over the TV and you’re sure you’re going to get complaints about it in the morning.

Nolan’s hand leaves your hair to smack your cheek, the skin already red from the previous abuse on your plump ass. You shudder as he begins leaving open mouth kisses on your back. “Pussys so wet…” It sounds like he’s talking to himself more than to you but you can’t help to whimper in response. “I could fuck you all day.” His speech is slurred as he pistons into you, one foot leaving the carpet to find its place beside you on the arm rest.

His hand leaves your neck as he fucks you into the couch, moving to spread your ass and lips open as he begins thrusting in an upward angle. You cum around him with a cry, hands fisting the pillows thrown haphazardly on the couch as you spasm around his cock.

Nolan pulls himself from you with a light groan, when you look over your shoulders you see he’s still rock hard, covered in your slick and his precum. You don’t have time to think before he’s grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder, you whine and he shushes you before palming your bare ass.

He kicks open your bedroom door like he owns the place before throwing you onto your unmade bed. You bite your lip as he crawls between your legs, kissing you from your feet to your thighs before pushing your legs back as far as they can go.

You’re sore when he sinks back into your heat but that doesn’t stop the pleasure from curling in your gut. Nolan lubes his thumb with the slick from your gushing cunt before he begins rubbing hard circles on your clit.

“You’re mine.” His voice is raspy but you hear his words perfectly. You whimper in response, you’re so far gone you can’t decipher whether if it’s in agreeance or disapproval but it’s enough for Nolan who drops his head into your neck, his hips never stilling.

Nolan’s sweaty body engulfs yours, your hard nipples rub against his chest as your hand finds its place in the pepper strands of his hair. When he raises his head and kisses you it’s sweet, a contradiction from the way his hips slam into your pelvis.

As you wrap your legs around Nolan’s thick waist you can’t help but to think that being a second wife can’t be too bad.

[sdmnpact]

Protective.

Wroetoshaw x Reader

[] Part Two of Mean

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You and Harry have been dating for four months now. He is just head over heels enamored with you. Just like Ethan, Harry became super protective over you. He really wants to keep you out of the limelight at all costs. With Ethan, people knew that you were his one of his best friends but that's all you were, friends. Now you were also Harry's girlfriend.

Harry knows how many fan girls he has and knows that things can get out of hand if people knew he had a girlfriend. He sees the hate Freya, Faith and the other sidewomen get and doesn't want you to have to go through any of that. Besides you already get enough hate as it is hanging around Ethan.

Harry loves you so much and is just very protective over you- maybe too protective at times and it's not like he's possessive either, he just wants to keep you happy.

He's struggling to keep doing it because he just wants to hug and kiss you whenever he wants. He's even hiding it from the crew, only the six other sidemen and their missus know.

You attended the charity match and sat with Faith and Olive. You were obviously there to support Ethan but only you guys knew it was more for Harry. After the match he fought so hard to not run up and kiss you or give you a hug while spinning you around.

He stole glances at you throughout the whole match. Sidemen twitter also realized this and came close to finding out about you two because of the amount of time he looked in your direction.

"Why does Harry keep looking that way?"

"Does he like Y/n?"

"Maybe a family member was in the audience?"

"I think he couldn't keep his eyes off a girl in the audience."

"Why was he staring at Faith so much?"

Those tweets and others along those lines filled ukyt twitter. Harry realized that he was too bait with it. You told him that you should just tell people but he was hesitant.

Finally you and Harry were out one day and ran into some sidemen fans. After being so protective over this secret, and fighting to keep it hidden, you run into some fans and the secret was ruined.

Well not ruined, because you were tired of this secret.

The moment the fans came up, Harry pushed you away and told you to leave.

You didn't move and stayed there. He looked at you, worry evident in his eyes but you didn't budge. You actually reached for his hand and grabbed it, squeezing it, reassuring him.

He was tense but you felt him calm down with your hand pressing against his.

"Oh my god Harry, nice to meet you!" The fans raved about your famous boyfriend. You loved hearing this up close. The way he made people happy just brought you so much joy.

"How's it going guys!" He said cheerfully.

He took pictures with them and talked with them for a bit.

"Oh my god Y/n! Are you guys dating?" One of the girls in the group asked you shyly.

You smiled. "Yeah, we are." You said proudly.

"We saw you guys back there, you guys are so adorable together! Can I take a picture with you?" You were a bit taken aback because no one ever asked for a picture with you but if you're gonna be Wroetoshaw's girlfriend you might as well get used to it.

"Of course!" You said excitedly. You took a couple pictures with the girl as you looked towards Harry. He looked very worried and nervous but you shook it off.

"Okay well bye! Nice meeting you all!" You both said goodbye to the fans.

"Baby, what was that?" He asked slightly upset.

"Harry, let's just tell people. I'm tired of hiding. I wanna be with you, I wanna hug you in public, I wanna meet the rest of your friends. I just want to be in a normal relationship with you." You admitted.

"I know. I'm so sorry I've been treating you like this. I just want to protect you from this life."

"I understand that and I appreciate it but I think I'll be able to handle it. The other girls handle it and they seem fine."

"Yeah but you're my princess, I love you too much to let anything happen to you."

"Aww, Harry, I love you too." You guys hugged and kissed. Finally a public kiss. You heard faint 'awws' come from the group of fans as they were still close by. Your heart was so full in this moment. You were just happy you can finally show the world how proud you are of your man.

~~~

A/n

I've just realized the timeline does not make sense but it's a fic so do with that what you will 😭. Hope you enjoyed!

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Storming the Castle

Yandere!Block Tales x Monster?Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors, violence, MC gets no breaks from being reminded of how they ain't human

Notes: Lol part 1 did horrible. Oh well, I don't care. Who knows? Maybe this part will do well.

--☆☆☆☆☆--

Never have you been more grateful that you're constantly producing heat as the caves are much colder than the warmth of the meadows. It's not enough to make you shiver, but cool enough to notice.

The first floor of the cave is easy to maneuver through, and you climb up to find- oh! It's Terry (you think, he never told you his name)!

He's staring at some sort of card on a ledge, and you approach, standing over him as you chirp out a greeting. He's not the nicest, but... everyone needs a friend, right? Maybe he'd be nicer if you were his friend!

He flinches and spins around, screeching, "I'LL KILL YOU!!!" as he raises his flippers.

...okay, maybe the idea of trying to become his friend is a mistake.

"Oh... I thought you were another ANT ARMY. I HATE those things." Terry tell you, immediately calming down. "...you move too quietly, bruh. You're gonna give someone a heart attack like this."

"Ack- sorry, sorry!!" You squeak out, "It's just how I move-"

"Why are you even apologizing?? You act like everything is your fault." He just scoffs and looks back at the card, calling you "weird" under his breath.

"...uh... what'cha doin'?" You ask, trying to change the topic from sorta being called out..? You don't know, he's a confusing little penguin.

"Bruh." Terry says, giving you a deadpan look, "See that card over there? It's almost as if I can't reach the stupid thing."

"I can grab it for you." You offer.

"Really?" He asks you, skeptical.

"Yeah! Just lemme-" You quickly hop across the gap, neatly balancing on the edge of the platform (praise your strong ass legs) and grab the card, quickly hopping back over and handing it to Terry.

"Pretty impressive, not gonna lie." Terry mutters, before looking over the card, "Duuuude... I already had that oneeeee... multiple copies, actually. Whatever man, you can keep it?"

"Really?" You ask, startled, "Wow- thank you!"

"Yeah yeah." Terry says, waving you off.

"Bye Terry!" You tell him, quickly walking away to continue your quest for Shedletsky. On your way to the Ice Dagger you go!

Terry pauses for a moment. "How did they know my name?"

--☆☆☆--

You've never liked caves, not gonna lie. Just too dark for your liking. And you've never liked the cold.

Y'know what sounds nice right now? Snuggling up on a nice, smooth rock under the sun like a lizard. Just taking an hour long nap, forgetting all your pains and worries...

That'd be your heaven.

...just your luck. This next room of the cave is twice as cold and covered in ice.

You just groan there for half a minute before continuing, already annoyed knowing that the Ice Dagger is gonna be in some cold place and you're gonna get chilly despite the fact you emit enough heat to constantly attract cats to you (plus how just being around you can charge people's phones).

Thankfully, you can keep going. Even if it just keeps getting colder...

The claws on your feet dig into the ice, leaving little marks in the ground as you go, as you've long since decided to just not wear the damn shoes (too slippery). The chill gnaws at your scales and skin, trying to eat through your heat and freeze you to your very bone.

You persist. You always persist.

"Who is that?" A collection of shrill voices ask as you reach the top of this room of the cave, "Your Majesty... we have a guest..."

"Quiet..." A singular voice says, "Quiet.... QUIET!!!!"

You freeze up at the yelling, the more animalistic parts of your mind screaming at you to defend yourself, to get into an adequate position, to run, to hide. You resist them, trying to listen to the rational parts of you that tell you that you'll be fine.

"I MUST MAKE MY ROYAL ENTRANCE!!!" The voice declares, and the collection of voices quietly apologize.

You approach the entrance to the next room as a giant, humanoid blue ant crawls from the ground, piercing through the ice with ease as dozens of smaller ants surround her.

"HUZZAH!!!" The Supreme Ant declares, "IT IS I!!! YOUR ROYAL MAJESTY!!! I SEE YOU HAVE TAKEN A WRONG TURN AND VENTURED INTO MY TERRITORY!!!"

"I did? Oh- I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." You said, apologetic.

"FEAR NOT, DEAR SUBJECT, I SHALL EXCUSE THIS INEXCUSABLE BEHAVIOR AS YOU BOW TO MY GLORIOUS STATURE!! GO ON, I'M WAITING!!"

You don't want a fight, so you bow. All hands clasped together, you bow deep enough the ears on your hood brush against the icy ground.

The Supreme Ant is pleased. "AH YES, ALL IS NOW WELL, DEAR SUBJECT. WHERE MAY YOU BE HEADING?"

"Blackrock Castle, your Majesty." You explain, "I am sent there on a quest. I- I didn't mean to walk through your territory. It's just this is the only open route I know of..."

The Supreme Ant hums at your words. "YOUR EXCUSE SEEMS TO COME OF GOOD HEART. VERY WELL, YOU MAY CONTINUE ALONG."

"Thank you again!" You say, bowing once more before scurrying out of there.

The Supreme Ant hums, pleased. "SUCH A POLITE PERSON. IF ONLY THERE WERE MORE SUCH AS THEM IN THIS WORLD."

--☆☆☆--

You walk out into this picturesque snow-covered town in a valley in the mountains. Someone notices you and walks over.

"Oh, hey there! You look... new!" They note, "Welcome to Roadtown! The sunniest part of the crossroads... or well, at least it was. Things have been getting rather chilly recently... there's been baseless rumors all over the place..."

"Like what?" You ask, tilting your head.

"The snowclouds came from BLACKROCK CASTLE on the hill." They tell you, "I've even heard a rumor that the ICE DAGGER was even stolen! Isn't that wild? Who would do something like that???"

...oh no, you need to hurry.

"I mean... it kinda was..?" You say, knowing the Ice Dagger is at risk, "Someone is trying to steal it. Dunno if it has been stolen yet. I'm trying to make sure it'll be safe and sound."

"Wait... for real???" They ask you, "That's wild, man! I'm glad to hear you're on the case, though!"

"Yeah, heh..." You say, "Just need to get to the Castle."

"MAYOR MONTY can help you get to BLACKROCK!" They tell you, "Town Hall's the light-colored cabin. Go hit him up sometime! Good luck, I'm rooting for you!"

You nod and head out as they say one last thing. "By the way, your talon-feet-things are COOL!!"

You flinch, hesitate, and mumble a thank you, earnestly surprised. Usually, people are creeped out. Being complimented for something like this is... nice. It's really nice.

You just keep going, heading to the yellow cabin and sheepishly walking past the guards by the door. They don't bother to stop you. Just smile at you as you head in.

"Eh? Who's that? I don't know you... why are you in my office?" An older, bearded man asks you as you walk in, and you only assume that's Mayor Monty. "C'mere so I can see your face a bit better."

You head over.

"Take off those silly glasses and that mask. I can't see your face otherwise."

You hesitate for a minute, but comply in the end. His eyes widen at your face, but he merely says, "Ah, I see," and moves on.

"Mhm, yup... I can guess what you're here for," He says, "You want one of rhose ADVENTURER I.D.s, don'tcha? No one visits unless they want something nowadays..."

"Yes please," You say, hiding your face again, a little embarrassed, "I really need to get to Blackrock."

"Ah, heading there?" He asks as he starts rummaging around the desk, "You know, I was an adventurer too!"

"Oh, really?" You ask, intrigued. Hell yeah, old man stories!

"Of course, then I had'ta to breakin' my leg that one time..." Monty continues, "Even broke mah funny bone on th' way down!"

"Wow." You murmur as he hands you the I.D.

"The BLACKROCK MOUNTAINS are quite dangerous, critter," He says, "And I saw plenty danger in my time, that's for sure! My wife loathed all the late trips I'd come home from... she used to travel too! Even got eaten by a dragon... twice! Or was it thrice? This old fart can't keep track since Jim..."

He pauses. "...actually, I'll make you a deal, critter. Our-" He yawns- "lovely accountant JIM has gone-" longer yawn this time- "missing and-" yet another long yawn... "and..."

...Mayor Monty then falls asleep in front of you. You reach over and lightly shake him awake, and he startles.

"WHuzzu?!" He coughs, "Oh... this old nut dozed off again, huh?"

"Don't worry about it." You reply, a little confused.

"That's just what happens nowadays!" He laughs and continues, "Anyhoo, where was I, young critter?"

"Jim went missing..?" You say, confused.

"Ah, yes!" He nods, "Right. Jim... he's overseeing a mining operation neaby... but he hasn't come home in a few days... I'm starting to get worried about the young lad... he's not the type to put himself in trouble's way..."

"Do you want me to find him? I'm willing." You say.

"That's just what I was gonna ask ya." He says, "Thanks, young one. You take care now, okay? Please find JIM soon for me..."

"I will." You promise, "He'll be home soon!"

And with a wave, you're off again, passing through the toll booth and into the mountains.

This shouldn't be too hard.

--☆☆☆--

You wish your modified clothes were warmer. At least the other penguins you met here were nice. And a guy you met who was accepted into the penguin community. Honestly, how lovely for him. Glad he's happy.

Wish you had a community that accepted you like that, but oh well.

You even beat up a Banished Knight and told him to find his own place and happiness in life instead of trying to regain the favor of the king because he'd be happier forging his own path.

You don't know if he took your words to heart, though.

At the very least, you found Jim buried under some rubble and saved him by using dynamite that he allowed you to keep and take with you. Even had to cross some ice that you've never been so glad to have claws for as you just easily walked across.

You even saw Terry when you were saving Jim. Thankfully, that accountant is okay and gleefully thanked you before going home.

Using the dynamite, you managed to sneak into the basement of the castle. And god, there were a ton of guards you had to fight off. Though you took great caution not to hurt anyone too severely.

You managed to get around and into the palace after a little while, though. Though everyone's loyalty to the king stunned you.

Then again, you've never had many you could call a friend. Sure, you had some... but still.

Hell, even a living statue was loyal to this man. You had to meet him and see what all the fuss was about.

And when you got into the palace itself (by breaking and entering through a window)? You were a little bemused by how the knights in there didn't fight you. Just set up a barricade you just zoomed around and deeper into the palace using your speed ability.

You were just glad you didn't have to fight anyone. You weren't a violent soul, not by any means. Though... everyone sure did like to look at you like you were... it was annoying.

But somehow, you snuck into the kitchen, just... very lost.

"Are you the assistant mage I ordered? I've been waiting..." The... Kitchen Wizard..? Says as you walk in, barely glancing up at you. "Goodness, I knew RentAnAssitant(tm) was slow, but jeez..."

"W- wait- sir- you got the wrong-" You start, panicking.

"No more fooling around! We've got knights to feed!!" You flinch at how loud he got there, and he continues while barely looking up at you, "While I prepare the stove with my MAGIC, I need..." He checks a recipe, "...One bottle of rose-colored liquid. Yes, one will do just fine for now."

You try to leave the room but he orders you to stay in. "S- sir-! I'm not your assistant! I'm here because-"

"Hush, just get the rose-colored liquid!" He tells you, visibly annoyed.

You don't like how your heart seems to contract in your chest as he yells, reminding you too much of him.

No... he can't hurt you here. Just get the liquid and leave.

You approach the red bottles, grimacing when they all look the same.

"...sir?" You call over, immediately being told to quiet down and get the bottle. You fidget with your claws, internally panicking as you grab one of the bottles and hand it over while praying, immediately backing away and trying to hide yourself despite there being nothing to hide behind.

"Aha! Here we go..." He says, not looking over, "You're an incompetent little thing, don't you know? Oh well. Let me just drip a few drops into this here container and..."

He flinches as it turns yellow. "Huh... that's... odd."

You back away into a corner, shaking slightly in terror. Please don't yell at you, you don't ever take that well...

"Wait a minute-"

Then, the concoction explodes.

You wince as the kitchen is a mess, with a giant pile of everything stacking up in the center. You cower in the corner, not noticing your hood, glasses, and mask had blown off.

"YOU IDIOT! THAT'S THE WRONG BOTTLE!!!" The Kitchen Wizard roars at you, absolutely pissed off, "THATS A SCARLET BOTTLE! I needed the rose... THE ROSE!"

Anything else he says turns to static, and he freezes when he finally looks over at you. You see his mouth moving, visible confusion on his face, but before either of you know it, you're at the top of the pile cowering, almost curled into a ball.

You wheeze a bit, hiss-like sounds escaping from your mouth as you desperately try to force the memories of him out of your head and as far away as possible.

You don't even notice the scream about the penguin.

...

"Yo whatup." You nearly fall off the pile at Terry's voice. You look over at him, your pupils mere slits as your spikes are sticking bolt upright.

"I didn't like how that punk down there talked to you. Had to teach him a lesson. Got this cool hat out of it... I don't think he'll mind."

"Wh- what did you do?" You ask the penguin, panicking as your words are almost slurred and growl-like.

"Doesn't matter."

...

Terry then explained to you how the Shrinking ability you found up here worked. You just used it to sneak into the treasury, after getting someone to get the limp body of Kitchen Wizard to somewhere that had medical attention of course, and getting a key to the main room where you'll soon be able to go against the King.

...

...

...

You had a bad feeling that getting the Ice Dagger wouldn't just be a simple conversation.

--☆☆☆--

...you didn't like how they stared at you. Simply stepping out of your way as you crept up the stairs, before taking a deep breath to steady yourself and striding into the throne room.

Light streamed through the windows, reducing your cat-like pupils to mere slits if not for your glasses. You paused in the entryway, quickly readjusting your outfit in a desperate bid to hide any more monstrous parts.

Perhaps if you looked more human, there wouldn't be any fighting. Perhaps if you were a human, you wouldn't even be here. You'd be safely at home.

But no, you don't get that blessing.

You just approach the king, not liking how the room gets colder and colder the closer you grow to him. How ice covers the floor near his throne like a sheet. How your claws dig into it, desperate to keep you upright.

The King sits on a throne coated in ice, spikes of it surrounding him as he stares down at you. He only has one eye, his right eye being entirely covered by what you can only describe as a crystal of ice. His visible eye glows a neon blue, and even without pupils, you can sense it burn into you. His skin is blue and near dead, as if the cold consumed him, and yet he refuses to die.

On his head is a crown, and he wears a thick and furred cloak. Even sitting there silently, staring at you with more malice than friendliness, he looks as if he was a force of nature given human form. Simply radiating a regalness and power you've never bore witness to before.

"...hi." Is all you can manage to choke out, already feeling on edge from both the cold and his stare.

...

You think you hear whispers coming from him.

"So..." He says, his voice unsurprisingly deep, "This is who I've heard so much about..."

You try not to shuffle nervously, trying to think of what to possibly say in response.

He doesn't let you respond.

"You. Breaking in... dismantling my guards..." He scowls at you, "Is this what you wanted?"

"No-!" You blurt out, "No- no- I don't want to hurt anyone!"

"And yet you do." He notes, the grip on his scepter tightening. "You think you're the hero of this story... but deep down, you're as filthy as anyone else."

"Your Majesty, I-"

"Silence." He says, and the words die on your tongue. The words you desperately wish to say, to explain, to diffuse. He doesn't let you as he speaks. "I've heard of the future. I know what's to come."

"I've been..." You stay still as he hesitates momentarily, "'tainted'... by a tormenting voice. By the knowledge that Blackrock Kingdom will cease to exist in your future."

...but it... doesn't...?

"How do you think I feel? Witholding that knowledge from my people?" He asks you, standing up as his scepter hits the ice with a dull thud. "That their happiness... their home... will all be gone in only a few years. Do I give into the prophesied future I've been told will unfold?"

"No..." You say, standing your ground, "Because it doesn't happen!"

"You..." He says, and you hear the whispers now, your sensitive ears picking up parts...

Liar.

They lie.

They fill your head will false hopes.

Strike them down...

STRIKE THEM!

"LIAR!" He roars out, and you flinch as he charges.

No...

Summoning your claymore is easy, but the force he puts behind each blow makes your very body shake. Your talons deepen their hold on the floor, piercing through the ice and leaving small scratches on the floor itself.

Not like this...

Every animalistic part of you screams for you to fight back. Stab him, kill him, don't let him harm you.

...

You refuse.

Why aren't they fighting back?

Why do they only defend?

He intensifies his attacks, even pulling out a sword made of ice (the Ice Dagger, you figure, and understand that is where the whispers come from) and trying to stab you.

You manage to deflect. Barely.

But he's not letting up. He manages to bypass your defenses and strike you with his scepter, and god it hurts.

He struck you hard enough you're sent into a wall, your claymore clattering next to you as you feel lightheaded. You cough as he grabs you by the ears of your hood and lifts you up, preparing to strike again.

He pauses as all four of your arms come out to block his scepter mid-swing.

You squirm out of his hold, your hood coming off in the process.

Your head rings as you pull off your glasses and mask to toss them aside, your other pair of arms quicky undoing your fake tail, before you grab your claymore and resume a defensive stance.

"..." He stares at you, his gaze colder than before. "Fight back."

You glare at him, blocking his next attack.

"Fight back!" He orders you, growing more and more enraged. "FI-"

"NO!" Your roar cuts through the room like a blast of heat, and the King stops in his tracks, "You act like this is something I want! I don't want to fight you! I- I just want the damn sword! I just want to go home!"

He stares at you, his face blank as you feel your tail lash. "I'm tired, your majesty. I'm really fucking tired. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want my quest to be over with so I can go home."

You don't like how the grip on your blade falters. "I'm no hero. Look at me, I'm a monster. But I'm just a monster who wants to go back to something I'm familar with. I know none of my wishes will come true. I know I'll never be accepted by everyone or looked at as a sentient being by strangers. I know if I don't hide myself I'll be essentially alone. But if I don't have to fight you for this sword, I'm happy."

You lower your blade, hating how hazy it all seems. Especially your vision. "I'm not going to fight you."

The King stands still, before striding closer to your weakened form.

They're weak.

Kill them.

Kill them now.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for your death.

It wouldn't be the first time you've nearly been executed, anyways. You just hope it won't hurt.

You hear his scepter thud against the floor with each step. His footsteps nearly making the ground shake. He's a very, very tall man.

"...what happens to my kindgom?"

Your eyes slowly open at his words, and you hesitantly look up.

"Huh?"

"You say the future I've been told is a lie." He says, and you see the Ice Dagger in his hands. "What happens to it?"

Your mouth is clammy, but you manage to speak. "I- I've never been, but I heard the weather returns to normal around a year after it became winter year round. The kingdom is thriving, though the King is rarely seen. I- I heard it's really nice, though I've never managed to go..."

You trail off, as the King stares down intently at you.

"...your words radiate honestly, little... creature." He says, "...you come from the future, do you not?"

"I do." You admit with a nod.

"...who sent you upon this quest?"

You hear the whispers are angry, ordering him to kill you and questioning why he doesn't. But you do hear a quiet voice talking about how you seem trustworthy and honest.

Is he listening to that..?

"Shedletsky did." You say, "S- someone is after the Swords. He sent me to gather them and save Builderman."

"Elaborate."

"Builderman's been kidnapped," You explain, "And Shedletsky was attacked. Last I saw, he was on his way to the hospital. I need the Ice Dagger for Shedletsky, nothing more..."

The King stares at you, his expression cold and... almost cruel. But also contemplative, as if he's considering what you say.

"..." He grabs you by one of your horns and drags you up to standing, glaring at you. "You will stay at my castle for one night. I will consider what you said. Tomorrow morning, I will decide your fate."

"My fate..?" You echo, confused.

"If I gift you the Ice Dagger," He explains, "Or if I kill you."

--☆☆☆--

Being suddenly treated like a guest astounded many of the people within the castle. However, they didn't fight back against the King's orders.

You were more astounded with how he refused to allow you to disguise yourself again. Like, he literally pulled the mask and glasses out of your hands when you tried to put them on and told you to stop hiding yourself.

You agreed, not wanting an argument, although you tried not to bring any attention to yourself. However, having the King standing around you didn't help...

It was... awkward between you and the King, to put it lightly. He didn't really talk directly to you beyond the occasional question about the future, though you often felt his gaze borrowing into you or heard the whispers of the Ice Dagger.

Though you didn't like how his gaze seemed to intensify when you learned that Terry killed the Kitchen Wizard... though, he did quietly murmur to you he was thankful you tried to save the Kitchen Wizard. Though, it lasted only a moment.

...

...

...

The King strode through the hallways, the very air around him chilling. His scepter gently thudded against the ground with each step he took.

Weak. You're weak for letting them stay.

The moonlight shone through the windows of the castle, illuminating the hallways. They were empty outside of him, not one guard standing at the ready. Not one witness for what he would do.

They're defenseless. Get rid of them. They're a problem that needs to be dealt with.

The louder voices urged him to kill you while you slept. And he was more than ready to do it.

But there were quieter ones.

They're kind. They don't want to fight. They tried to save the Kitchen Wizard when that penguin attacked him. They tried to spare your guards. They're a kind being who wishes to be accepted.

Treat them with the same love they treat everyone else.

The King felt as if he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. You spoke believable words of the future, genuine promises that his people would be okay. Yet they clashed with the voices that promised him salvation.

...

He paused in front of the room you were staying in, before he slowly opened the door. It wasn't locked.

Stepping in, he was stunned to see the bed untouched. Though he noticed you seemed to make yourself comfortable on the large chair in the room. His gaze turned to where you sat, staring out of the window. But your ears were perked up and swiveled in his direction, and you looked over.

He hesitated, not wanting to kill you while you were awake.

"Oh- uh..." You hesitate, "Hi."

He merely grunts and nods, and you shuffle slightly, your tail twitching.

"Are you here to... talk?" You ask him, taking a breath, "I- I didn't want the Kitchen Wizard to..."

"I know." He responds, understanding your desire for peace and horror at the Kitchen Wizard's death. "I understand. It's not your fault."

You look away, radiating discomfort as he closes the door behind him and approaches.

"Why are you still awake?" He asks.

"I could ask you the same thing," You reply, and hesitate before saying some more things, "But- uh- I'm a really light sleeper. My ears and eyes and stuff are really sensitive- mostly my ears- and I wake up from sounds easily. Usually I got these soundproof headphones on and earplugs in but... uh... don't have any of those here..."

You shrug. "I don't expect to sleep much here."

"...I see." He responds, as the voices tell him to do all sorts of things. He stands beside you, as you look out the window.

"...Blackrock is beautiful," You mention, attracting his gaze, "I wish I could've seen it back in my time..."

He stares at you, considering your words. "Why were you unable to travel to my kingdom?"

"..." You hesitate, "I've never had much money... it was really, really hard to get a job since I'm..." You hold up your hands, all four of them, "This. Most people are spooked by me."

You cross you arms and lean against the windowsill. "Everyone looks at me in one of three ways. In pity, in fear, or in anger."

You think for a moment. "...occasionally, kids look at me in awe. Not that often, though. So I guess four looks. But... no one ever looks at me like I'm normal. Like I'm a human. Like I'm a living, sentient being that deserves to exist. Never at first."

You grimace. "...it's why I don't want to fight. Because I'm no longer allowed to act in anger, to lash out. I'm not allowed to fight back against my assailants. I'm not allowed to yell or argue or scream."

"..." The King listens to your words, "Are you not angry?"

"...all the time." You admit, "I'm angry I have to struggle to do things anyone else can with ease. I'm angry I can't be looked at as normal and have to hide myself. I'm angry I'm not home. I'm really angry."

"Yet you do not express that." He notes, "Not in your expression nor your body."

"...only humans are allowed to be angry," You admit, "Once you're no longer one, acting in anger means you need to be put down like a rabid dog."

You rub your shoulder, avoiding looking at the King.

"..." He takes a breath, "I see..."

A silence falls between you two, but he never looks away from you.

"Why do you not sleep on the bed?" He asks you.

"Oh- I'm more used to couches." You admit, "Also, it just feels... weird sleeping in a bed. I've spent years on a couch. I don't know if I'm really allowed..."

You frown, "What if my horns scratch the headboard? Or I break something on the bed? It's harder to cuddle up against a corner and get comfortable too..."

"I see." The King muses, feeling a smile creep onto his face. He isn't sure why. "You worry a lot."

"Yeah... I do..." You admit.

"How do you feel about the quest you've been sent on?" He asks you.

"...is it wrong that I kinda... like it?" You ask, "I mean- I feel human being sent out to do something important, like I can matter and help people. And I like doing that."

"...you are truly good at heart." The King notes, "Loving despite all your struggles and hardships. Truly an admirable thing."

"R- really?" You ask, your face flushing, "Oh... thank you."

You glance away, embarrassed, as your tail wraps around your ankles.

...they're cute.

Actually... yeah, you're right.

I know! He should kiss them!

The King flinches at the voices suddenly changing their tune. No longer do many of them call for your death. Instead, they seem to crave to see more of you being "cute".

Genius!

Kiss the cute little monster!

Kiss! Kiss!

Go on, you know you want to, King!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

The King clears his throat, looking away from you. You glance up at him, and he has a hand over his face to hide his blush.

A silence hovers between you two, but this silence is comfortable.

"...I will see you in the morning," He tells you, "...sleep as well as you can, little bird."

"I will!" You say quickly, and the King leaves.

"...wait, I'm not a bird-"

--☆☆☆--

That morning, two guards escort you to the throne room. The King sits upon the throne, but he stands when you approach him.

He strides down the steps, stopping before you.

"...I've considered your words." He told you, "You are quite unlike any soul I've met in my time. You have come for a noble cause, seeking the Ice Dagger for Shedletsky."

He pauses for a moment, before continuing. "If you ever need anything upon your quest, you are welcome in Blackrock Castle or anywhere in my kingdom. I see greatness in your future, little bird, even if you will fade more trial and hardship. Take this as a token of my gratitude."

He gently hands you a card that reads "Call: Cruel King".

"If you are ever in need of my assistance, I promise to arrive the moment you use this card." He tells you, hesitating. "You don't have to go through this alone. That is something you have shown me."

He takes a breath, before offering you the Ice Dagger.

"Take this and return to Shedletsky." With shaking hands, you take the Ice Dagger, holding it in your hands.

Hi. :3

"Go forth, kind soul, as I will watch over you."

[bucksdove]

tease him

perv boss!bucky x perv employee!reader ᥫ᭡.

fic warnings: smut, nsfw content, groping, no protection, slight power dynamic, mentions of y/n, p in v, f!reader, not proofread.

kinda part 2 to the blurb, didn’t know what direction to take it

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀

your mind had been elsewhere, especially today, 3 days ago around lunchtime everyone was over-poured with work, you had already finished yours for the day, thus-far trying to help others, your coworker had asked you kindly to make coffee in the lunchroom, slightly rushing you had knocked a container of creamer over, increasingly frustrated your breath picked up before your boss, james, walked up behind you. pressing his pelvis against the back of you, grabbing the creamer and cleaning it up. “i’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

back to the present, today was practically the dead opposite, only half the workers really needed to come in, it was a quiet day and your mind was racking the entire time, especially being near bucky, his cologne only sending you straight back to the other day.

you wondered if he did it on purpose, jutted his hips against you in the middle of the day, just to throw you off. maybe he thought-

a snap of fingers in your face draws you out of trance. “hey? are you listening to me?” he groans at you, pinching his brows together. “i’ve been talking about our plan for 10 minutes, what planet are you on?”

“i-i’m sorry sir, i just didn’t get alot of sleep and-“

“sure you didn’t.”

slightly startled when you look up, he’s refusing to break eye contact, his breath heavy.

“stay late tonight, come to my office before you head out.”

that night, around 9pm, your heart racing as your last coworker says bye, grabbing her bags and leaving, you glance around, the lamp still on in buckys office, blaring thru the curtains. before you can even knock he cracks the door, waving you in desperately.

the second you’re inside his hands are around your hips tightly, staring down at you intensely.

“you gonna tell me why you’ve actually been walking around like you’re drugged, y/n?”

“I don’t k-“

“stop. don’t lie to me.”

“I just haven’t been getting rest, y’know stress and all sir..”

“it isn’t cause you felt how fucking hard i am for you?”

the silence instantly drags on, he should’ve known your throat would go dry.

“come on, baby, you’re always so good for me, don’t lose it now, is that why? you can tell me.”

despite your better judgment, and the fear of him firing you. (which he would never do anyways, not to his best girl as he calls you.) you nod, too nervous to look up at him.

“good, you know how hard it is to hold back when i see you? you weren’t wearing a bra that day.”

“i- huh?” you stiffle out, completely oblivious.

“yeah baby, running around helping everyone, could see your fucking tits thru that blouse all day.

so,, it was on purpose, he was doing it to fuck with you.

you’re bent over his desk, papers and pens scattered across the floor, a broken mug.

he’s fucking into you, raw on top of it, your skirt ridden up and your panties around your ankles.

he slaps your ass with one hand while speeding up, the other groping your chest. groaning loud enough you can tell he’s been dying to be inside of you.

“you’re the biggest fucking tease ever, think i can’t tell when you pout your fucking chest forward, i can see when you stare at my bulge baby, not even fucking trying to hide it.”

oh he was so right, you were just as sick, you even stole one of his ties before when everyone went home for the day, excusing “it’s okay, i can close up” just to press it against your face while fingering yourself.

on the other hand, currently he’s fucking losing it at every noise you make, rubbing your clit till you cum on him, which doesn’t take long before you breakdown. whining to himself anytime you twitch, sweat pooling on his forehead as his hand pushes you down roughly, spilling inside of you.

“ohhh fuckkk me baby you’re so good-“ he whines out shakily, panting in your ear and wrapping his arms around your stomach to keep you held up.

that night he ends up driving you back to his house, collapsing in bed with you after making you tea, contently falling asleep on him, trying to forget you literally just had sex with your boss.

—————

i need to recreate secretary (2002) with him..

also i hate this and wanna cry convince me it’s good before i lose it

[sakashq]

Not You Too. / Pedri Gonzalez x fem!reader

��� summary. you were already cheated on by an ex, so pedri promises to never do the same to you. what happens when he breaks his promise?

🪬 warnings. cheating &&. gaslighting 🤦🏾‍♀️

🪬 yap! i hate my ex so here’s this, sorry pedri lovers (bells) 🫶🏾 to @ar4ujos , @planetpedri , @hrts4havertz , &&. @halfwayhearted.

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Transcript of Y/n L/n and pedri💞’s phone call.

pedri💞: Hello?

Y/n L/n: What the fuck, Pedri?

pedri💞: Calm down, baby, what’s going on?

Y/n L/n: ‘Calm down’? ‘Baby’?! You fucking cheated on me, that’s what’s going on. [her voice begins to crack] Not you too.

pedri💞: What… What are you talking about? Y/n, I’m on my way to your house now.

Y/n L/n: [sniffs] To collect your shit I hope.

pedri💞: Don’t say that. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. What do you mean I cheated on you?

Y/n L/n: The pictures are out, Pedri.

pedri💞: What pictures?

End of call.

6 missed calls from pedri💞.

5 missed texts from pedri💞:

- I just saw the pictures. those arent recent

- I promise you it’s not

- I’d never cheat on you Y/n

- I love you so much

- Please don’t do this

Rain poured, mocking the tears from your eyes. You could see him outside through your window, drenched in the rain.

“Y/n, answer the door please.” You could hear Pedri outside consistently pounding on the door. He wasn’t gonna leave you alone; you knew you were gonna have to answer one way or another.

With mascara running down your face, you walked over to the door, in no hurry to talk to him at all. You reluctantly opened the door, being greeted by a pleading Pedri.

“Y/n…” He sighed, his face softening. “Please don’t cry.” He said as he went to wipe your tears away. You dodged him, not wanting to feel that spark from his touch. You couldn’t bare it anymore.

“You’re a piece of shit,” you spat out at him, showing him the photos and the screenshots you had been sent. “You’re a piece of fucking shit.”

“Let’s talk about it then, Y/n,” Pedri replied, downplaying your anger. He didn’t seem as upset as he should’ve been.

Tears continuing to pour just like the rain, you said, “You lie to my face about where you’re going and who you’re with then expect me not to find out? How the fuck can you tell someone you love them and then cheat on them?”

“Y/n, it wasn’t even like that. Those photos and screenshots are all from before you. That girl’s engaged now,” Pedri told you. You could see in his eyes and expression that he was genuinely sorry, no matter how nonchalant he tried acting about the situation.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me then? If it was before me why hide it?” You didn’t even know what you were saying at this point— you just knew you were mad.

Pedri answered with desperation in his tone, “I have nothing to hide, Y/n, I thought you knew.” Tears were slowly rolling down his cheeks, only making you more upset. You hated seeing him like this and you hated even more that you couldn’t comfort him.

“Then let me see your phone. Since there’s nothing to hide.” You crossed your arms, giving him a serious expression.

His eyes widened and he began to look around for an excuse. He managed to get out, “I… It’s— I left it in thr car.”

“Bullshit, I see the fucking print in your pocket. Bye, Pedri.” You scoffed with an eye roll, beginning to shut the door on him.

He held it open and started to plead. “Please, Y/n. I wouldn’t do that to you and you know it. I love you, Y/n.”

“Save it, Pedri. Don’t waste your time.”

[spaceshipellie]

Can you make gamer!ellie x fem!reader where Ellie is letting you take over her game with mic on while her strap is deep inside reader ;)

gamer!ellie x fem!reader

oh my god 🫠 can everyone tell i like writing gamer!ellie…

warnings: 18+ MDNI, strap use (r receiving), exhibition kink kinda

it started out as a joke. a fantasy you rolled around in bed giggling about. it would be crazy for ellie to actually be deep inside her girl whilst her gamer mic was still on, right? well.

“fuck,” you groaned, feeling the strap stretch you.

“what happened?” one of ellie’s friends asked over the mic.

“nothing,” you giggled and felt ellie smile against the back of your neck as she left a kiss there.

you were completely naked in her lap and she couldn’t keep her hands off of you. they went from holding your waist to tickling down your thighs to running up your body and squeezing your tits. it was becoming impossible to fight off the moans that desperately wanted to escape your pouty lips.

“something the matter, baby?” ellie continued leaving small kisses along your shoulder and behind your ear, careful not to be heard over the mic.

“you’re infuriating,” you lightly elbowed her ribs, a small smirk forming on your face as you tried to keep your focus on playing the game.

an abundance of chatter sounded from ellie’s friends who you were playing with, luckily drowning out the teasing going on on your end.

“you there?”

“yeah, yep i’m here,” you scrambled with the controller to run your character to where the others were.

“wait, where are y–oh!”

you yelped and tried to hide it in a laugh as ellie bounced her hips up. the strap jolted inside you and your tits bounced with the impact.

“you okay?” someone asked, “i can see you now.”

you knew they were talking about your character on the screen but your cheeks heated at the idea of them seeing you, literally. seeing the way your girlfriend filled you up so nicely and the way she leaned back in the chair, a smug smile spread across her face while she admired the curve of your ass in her lap. she had even started tracing shapes and writing things on your back, knowing it would send shivers down your spine.

“yeah, i’m good. where do we need to go?”

ellie squeezed your hips.

“down here.”

she pushed them forward trying to move you.

“okay, i’ll follow you.”

you gave in to her and rocked your hips back and forth.

a low “fuck” sounded from behind you as she watched the way her strap kept slowly disappearing inside you, her hands still holding your hips. you nonchalantly continued playing the game, occasionally biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from moaning. ellie was going insane and could feel herself getting wetter by the second at how filthy you were being, and on a call with her friends no doubt. her filthy little slut.

whilst she was enjoying watching and listening to your sweet voice talking to them as if you weren’t fucking yourself on her right now, she also couldn’t wait until you were done so she could have her way with you. her lack of patience was getting the better of her when she decided to push you even further and slide her hand to your inner thigh. you shifted at the feeling of her fingertips against the sensitive skin and you weren’t sure how much more of this you could take.

“guys i found something, come over here,” someone called.

you started to follow everyone, trying to ignore ellie’s wandering hands. but then you felt her fingertip press against your clit.

“okaaay, guys,” you jumped, nearly dropping the controller, “i’m gonna have to love you and leave you. sorry, bye, bye,” you rambled out and left the game, turning the mic off.

you leant back, pressing your back against her chest whilst ellie had a shit-eating grin on her face. she dragged a hand up your body to cup your boob and worked her other over your clit. you smiled as your head fell back and rested on her shoulder.

“ugh now fuck me properly, please?”

[purifiedclitoris69]

In it together

Hiii. I am alive, just very busy and overwhelmed with living ig. College fucking sucks and so does everything else rn, but figured i get a lil blurb out before i have to lock back into my classes. hope you enjoy!! don’t really know what ima do w my series or when ima update so i am sorry bout that LOL. anyway bye for now 👋👋

You were absolutely exhausted. A 2 week mission with only 3 hours of sleep total takes an intense toll, even if you are a super soldier. Letting the burning hot water run down your back , flashes of the recent mission ran through your mind. The experiment files were horrific, so many deaths, so many children.

You had only been at the compound for about a year and a half now, the team rescuing you from Hydra’s control like Bucky. You were free of the brainwash but not of the memories and this long ass mission had brought it all right back to the surface. It was getting better, your in therapy, bonding with the team, learning how to control your strength, your growing. But this mission, feels like it’s all about to come crumbling down. It made you feel sick. Thoughts of losing yourself, the team… of losing, Natasha, it burned your throat.

What you have with Natasha is confusing, complicated, but nice. No one else knows the true nature of it but you two. Falling into each others beds continuously for the past 8 months, staying tangled in each other, every single night, cuddling, and giggling like little teen girls. The team simply thought you guys were close friends, both you two being spies, it wasn’t too hard to hide your extracurriculars. But you both knew it was more, so much more. You held each other in the most gentlest ways…the most loving, opting not to leave one another when you guys inevitably came undone. In front of the team, you had a front, a quiet brooding one, but with her, it was peaceful, relieving, you felt free, like yourself. It was absolutely terrifying.

Not realizing it tears were beginning to mix with the water running down your face and crescent marks formed in your palms from clenching your fists too hard. You love her. You’re in love with her, but how could you tell her, would you. Your whole life you’ve been used as a weapon, serving for the military, then hydra. You were dangerous…a monster. It was late, almost 2 am, you couldn’t go to her now, she need rest, not a burden. no matter how much you yearned for her warmth. Turning off the burning water, you stepped out into the steam filled bathroom. Drying off, you wrapped the towel around your waist and another draped over your shoulders, you opened the door to your bedroom-on your bed sat Nat. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, her hair was slightly ruffled, she wore an old shirt of yours, and some of her loose sleep shorts. She looked absolutely stunning, you couldn’t help but give a soft tired smile.

“hi.” she spoke softly with a matching smile.

“hi,” you answered stopped in place just taking her in.

“you gonna get dressed,” she smirked tiredly, “tho i don’t mind.”

“oh really” you joked walking over to her and cupping her face as she looked up at you, “i missed you,” you spoke softly the tiredness bringing out a transparency.

She leaned into your hand closing her eyes, “i missed you,” she answered. Your heart swelled and the flashes came back, you could hurt her, what if you lose it. Suddenly taking a step back her cheek still warm from your touch, her eyes flew open. You turned your back, getting dressed by your closet, “is everything okay,” she asked as you pulled your tank top over your head and braced yourself against your dresser.

You opened your mouth unsure what you wanted her to know, “yeah,” was all you could muster.

“I really did miss you,” she walked up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning her check against your back, just enjoying your smell, “i don’t sleep well without you anymore.”

“me either,” you turned around wrapping your own arms around her middle and looking to the side as hers went to your neck, “it was a rough mission,” you mumbled

“oh, baby,” she spoke, moving her hands to your face this time, “look at me please,” your eyes were burning with unshed tears as they met her soft deep green ones, “oh, my love, it’s okay,” she brought your head down to her shoulder as you released a shaky breath and let your arms fall from around her waist, “is there something else,” she asked dropping her own hands. You walked past her to sit on the bed not really sure where to start as you looked at your hands in your lap, “we don’t have to talk about it, it’s okay,” she spoke sitting beside you and gently take your hands in her own.

You finally looked back at her face, your eyes still glossy. You stared deep into each others eyes, “you’re so beautiful, Natasha,” you said memorizing every detail of her. She laughed quietly as a soft blush rose to her face.

“Shut up,” she said putting her forehead against hers.

She closed her eyes at the action as yours remained open, “I mean it, you’re the prettiest girl there is.”

Her blush grew as she pulled back and looked away slightly, “god i love you,” she mumbled out casually bringing shock to both your faces. She immediately pulled her hands away and stood from the bed, her mouth opening and closing unsure what to say as you looked at her, overwhelmed with emotions, “y/n i’m sorry i-“

“You do?” you asked getting up from the bed with her, “you love me?”

“I..” She spoke uncertain, taking a deep breath in, “y/n i’m in love with you.” You laughed slightly in disbelief. You moved towards her with purpose grabbing her waist and pulling her into a bruising kiss, pouring every amount of love into it as possible, like it was the last time, like you were consumed by everything Natasha. You both grinned wide into the kiss, forcing the two of you to break apart.

Taking a deep breath, “Tasha, I..,” the thoughts all came rushing back. Your going to hurt her, you don’t deserve this love, your going to lose it all.

She moved her hands down from your neck to intertwine with your own, “I know,” she whispered.

“I really do,” you said, your foreheads still pressed together, “I..,” your mouth fell open and closed absolutely terrified to say something wrong, “Im just scared,” you mumbled, closing your eyes, but never dropping your hold.

“Don’t be,” she answered, moving her hands back up to cup your face, “we’re in this together.”

[gigilovesmovies]

f!reader x joost — they’ve been together for a while and now they’re engaged (!!) but like only the people close to us know...so they go on a cute lil picnic in the middle of nowhere just to escape for a bit 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️but LMAOO someone took pics from afar and POSTED THEM.suddenly everyone knows ...😭 they’re lowkey panicking but also kinda like ok wait… this is actually nice?? bc they were SO tired of hiding like

pls ignore if this is cringe BYE 🧍‍♀️💨

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Exposed!

Pairing: Joost Klein x fem!reader

Warning: bad writing and grammatical errors as always:

Summary: the request!

An:Thank you for the request!!! I love this kind of twist,hope you’ll like it;)

This is kinda bad I’m sorry 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Also I saw the angst(?)request with pregnancy,I just need a bit of time to develop the story around it,maybe I’m gonna put it in several parts idk yet

The kitchen was a mess,peels of fruit scattered everywhere on the kitchen counter along with some cheese, charcuterie and other snacks.

Me and joost decided to have a day off,his work was sucking all the energy and free time out of him,between producing new music,concerts,filming and editing his video clips,he didn’t have time for himself nor for me;his fiancee.

So going out for a picnic was the perfect plan to chill out,plus none of us wanted to waste such a sunny day and stay at home.

Which lead us to that messy kitchen.After a few minutes the kitchen was finally cleared,picnic basket ready and full of snacks and drinks.Us fully dressed and polished.We were finally ready to leave.

“God I feel like a teenager again”I say smiling, hoping on my bike,picnic basket secured on the bicycle cargo

Joost chuckled with a nod”Where are we even going”he asked

“Wherever the wind takes us”I answer jokingly

The road to the forest was a bit long but we had fun singing songs out loud probably messing the lyrics,attempting bicycles tricks and failing miserably at every attempt,until we finally reach the forest,found a cozy spot ,setting the white and red blanket and collapsing on it exhausted from the bicycle trip.

We were laying on our back discussing random things

“Oh look at this cloud,looks like a star”Joost said,munching on some grapes

“No” I shot back “it’s a cat”i blurted looking at him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

“It’s literally a star how can you confuse a cat with a star” he argued back pointing at the cloud slowly disappearing into the vaste blue sky.I raised my hand to hold his and smiled at him,he smiled back,his dimples showing,how cute!

“I missed you schat”he says turning to his side so he could face me,he started caressing my cheek slowly,then leaned stroking his nose against mine,then gave me a delicate kiss.

“Can you believe I’ll get to call you my wife in a few months” he asked with a bright smile,holding me closer to him,our legs now intertwined,his chest against mine,I could feel the rise and fall of his chest,the soft beat of his heart.

“I can’t wait”I answered,lost in his beautiful icy eyes.

We were mesmerised with each other’s company,totally cut out of the outside world,the only thing that mattered now was us,no work no nothing.

Hours passed,enough for us to watch the sun set,the beautiful mix of orange and pink hues,making the sky look like a giant cotton candy.We returned home,I was sat on the bed scrolling peacefully on my phone as Joost was brushing his teeth,getting ready for bed.

But suddenly a notification popped up,it was one of my close friends,she sent me a link and wrote with bold letters underneath it

“You need to see this y/nnnn”

Curious I open the link,it was a TikTok video with pictures of me and Joost hugging,one of them zoomed on my ring finger.The pictures were taken just today at our picnic spot.

“Oh my God,Joost!!” I call him alarmed,nobody except our friends and family knew we were dating,even less that we were engaged.

Joost came in running towards me”Are you okay baby what happened”

I couldn’t answer so I just handed him my phone”Fuck!”he exclaimed the tip of his ears turning to a reddish colour”What are we gonna do”

“I don’t know” I exclaimed,we opened the comment finding them full of curious,supportive,respectful and cute comments :

User7777:manifesting a cute moment with my future boyfriend

Joostkleinfan321:They’re so cute together UGH

Lilylovesmusic:WAIT are they engaged

Oliviaaa:Who is that?!!!Shes so cute,I don’t know if I wanna be her or be with her

After scrolling down at endless comments,we calmed down,we weren’t so stressed about it as much as we were

“What’s done is done right”I declare looking at joost who shrugged his shoulders and nodded

“Could be worse,plus it’s been so long”he answered smiling

That night we slept peacefully,even tho our secret was exposed at least everyone knew how much we truly loved each other.

[writing-whenever-whatever]

You promised not to steal from me again

helaena Targaryen x reader x aegon Targaryen

Masterlist

Summary : you’re a member of the smalll folk who lives in the poorest of conditions with your mother ill and close to death you must steal to survive but when you steal from the wrong person you find yourself imprisoned in the dungeons at the red keep. As time moves on you are placed as helaenas hand maid but soon grow to be more to her and aegon growing to a position of power as their lover. 

Warning: 18 + mdni, p in v sex, f!oral, poly relationship, death, blood, rough sex, m!oral ,pregnancy, child birth, crime, creampie, biting, hickeys, blood and cheese, scars, injuries, 

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It’s the beginning of the summer I’m sat in a rugged small house in the middle of flee bottom close to the edge of the streets of silk I’m sat close to my mother who is sat by a fire hunched over shivering her skin pale face thin and skeletal she barely acknowledges her surroundings let alone the fact that me her ten and two aged daughter is sat watching over her from a distance watching her over time become more and more frail as she coughs up blood and I can’t do anything to help her.

We do not have the money for a physician or the money for medicine from an apothecary. I must steal what I can; money, food, herbs to create my own kind of remedies to sooth her suffering but nothing seems to sooth her pain. 

It’s late in the afternoon the sun has begun to set in kings landing and the streets of flee bottom have just started to open up. I leave the house quietly as I blow a kiss to my mother and announce “ bye mama I’ll be back soon promise just gonna go out, shopping is all” knowing that if I told her I was stealing she’d get upset and I don’t need that. 

I’m wandering around the streets picking pockets for a few spare coins when I see the ultimate victory. prince Aegon Targaryen, the oldest son of the king and alicent Hightower, staggering drunkenly through the streets a large bag of coin strapped to his side. He is a drunken fool most the time there fore I think quite an easy target or so I thought. 

I’ve been doing this a while now I know how to sneak around making my foot steps silent how to get away quickly and hide my tracks 

but I don’t know what I would do if I got caught I would be in big trouble especially if caught stealing from a prince, if i get caught my mother would be left for dead. But if I don’t I’d have a bag full of coin to get her the help she needs. 

I slowly start to follow him checking for any sign of kings guards or any other source of security there’s non I can see he walks down an alley way I follow getting close to him as I get close enough  I reach out for the back strapped to his hip when he turns around and sees me he grabs my hand his eyes filled with fury “ what are you doing “ his voice sounds dark and it brings chills throughout my body “ I-i-I” I stand there  a stuttering mess “ don’t even bother answering I know what you were doing you rat” he scowls pushing me back to the point I fall back onto the stone floor with force “ I could have your head for that stealing from a prince” a smug expression dancing across his face as he sees tears well in my eyes “ I’m sorry my prince” I mumble quietly “ please I beg do not take my head” my hands shake violently as I see kings guards run towards our direction “ ugh fucking cunts” Aegon grumbles as they spot him standing over me and start approaching. 

Sir criston Cole walks to aegon he looks over him and then down at me on the floor “ my prince is everything alright “ he looks back at him as sir Arryk comes in the other direction of the alley blocking my way of escape “ you see this here speck of filth in front of me sir criston this pathetic excuse of a girl thought she could steal from me” I look up at them “I’m sorry my prince I need the coin my mama is desperate she’s on the brink of death” I sob spluttring at each word aegon snaps at me “ I did not ask you to speak girl” his face an expression of fury “ sir criston have her taken back to the cells at the castle have her punished accordingly” I get practically lifted from my spot on the floor “ no please sir please my mama needs me” I cry out “ should have thought of that before you made the stupid choice to steal from me” Aegon says a sadistic smile as he watches sir criston carry my frail body away from him. 

He drags me to the keep and through a back entrance to the dungeons are full of dark cells full of the nastiest of criminals “ you were stupid to think you could do that” he says to me not really expecting a response as he puts me down in a cell with a small melting candle sat on a bench  “ I needed the coin” I mumble through tears “ you are a young girl you have life a head of you, you waist it away making daft decisions like stealing from a prince” he scoffs slightly. I look down at the floor tucking my knees in my chest making myself look even smaller that I did before as he turns to leave “ I’m sure your punishment will be light there are worse criminals down here than just a little girl you should take it thankfully” he closes the door locking it behind him leaving me basically in darkness with just the light of the candle to sooth my fear of the dark. 

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It feels like days have passed at this point the candle has burnt out leaving me in constant darkness the only thing that is telling me I’m still alive is my sobbing that echo through the cell and through the halls of the keep. 

I sit in the corner of the cell my knees tucked into my chest making myself as small as possible as I hear footsteps echo through the hall and stop outside the door I hear a woman’s voice “ open the door “ her voice is strong and demanding there’s a clanging of keys against the large metal door and then there’s beams of sunlight streaming into the room I cover my eyes from the brightness “ that’s a child why is there a child imprisoned in the keep” she glares at the guard as she slowly walks into the cell sinking down to the floor infront of me “ you poor girl” I look at her through my fingers “ why are you in here” she sounds gentle her look of care and sympathy on her face “ I-I was caught” I sniffle tears streaming down my cheeks “ caught doing what” she raises her eye brow a stern motherly look on her face “ stealing from the prince” I stutter out. 

The woman that I finally recognised as queen alicent “ you stole from my son” she looks down at me “ why” she stares down at me I feel more intimidate now looking up at her my body trembling “ I needed money your majesty I needed money for my mama she’s dying” I sniffle my voice quivering and shaking . 

Alicent rests her hand on my cheek “ hush child I am not mad but you should apologise to prince aegon and then I am going to come up with a suitable punishment “ she looks at me reaching her hand out to mind “ come “ she helps me up my legs trembling under my body weight as she slowly walks me out of the cell the light hurting my eyes more as we get further into the red keep. 

We get to a large wooden door as she knocks I look up at her scared “ it’s ok do not stress” she runs her hand over my back gently as the doors open “ Aegon are you decent” her voice sounds more harsh and sinister Aegon is laying in bed wrapped in blankets as alicent walks in pulling me with her “ what is it mother” he grumbles exhaustedly “I have some one who needs to talk to you” she looks down at him as he opens his eyes seeing me “ ugh it’s you girl what is it “ he growns a scowl on his face “ I am sorry my prince I will never steal from you “ I pause as alicent looks at me “ or any one again” I look back up at him his expression seems surprised “ fine what ever” he looks at me and back at alicent. 

“ Aegon where is your sister I am going to introduce them this girl will be her lady in waiting “ she looks at him “ I do not know where she is or why you’d want a common peasant to be her lady in waiting surely you should choose someone with status someone with a title ” alicent scowls at him “ it is her punishment and it would be good for helaena to make a friend she doesn’t get a long with the girls from court” he rolls his eyes and rolls back over in his bed as alicent walks me back out . 

“ what is your name sweet girl” she looks at me as we walk away “ Y/N” I look at her “ what a lovely name, well Y/N you are being granted the title of princess helaena’s lady in waiting “ I gasp slightly “ really are you sure you want me “ I look at her in shock “ of course I am I want helaena and you to become good friends you will help her with what ever she needs and you will protect her if needed” I nod agreeing with her as she looks down at me. “ can someone check on my mama your majesty “ I look up at her concerned “ I fear from the time I spent in the cells she may already be dead but at least I can get it confirmed “ she bends back down to my level seeing my watery eyes “ ok sweet girl I will have someone go to check on her but do not worry I shall take care of you as long as you take care of my girl” she takes my hand back in hers a sweet smile on her face as I nod slightly riding to meet her eyes “ thank you” a wavering smile back on my face as she rises again .

“ before you meet helaena we shall get you cleaned and dressed more appropriately” she walks me to a bathing chamber where there are maids filling a bath with warm bubbly water.

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After getting clean and dressed I get brought to helaenas room where alicent is sat with her as she plays with her insects . I stand in the door way “ ah y/n come in” I do as I’m told and walk in “ helaena this is y/n she’s your new lady in waiting” helaena sits there mumbling to herself as she looks up at her mother a dazed look on her face .

“ princess “ I curtsy lowering my head slightly she pats the space next to her on the floor “ come join me” I sit next to her watching a long insect with millions of legs climb up her arm I watch fascinated “ this one has sixty rings and two sets of legs on each side “ she looks at me a sweetness in her voice as she passes it onto my hand I let it crawl onto me “ it’s beautiful I’ve never seen anything like it” she smiles at me excited to find someone who isn’t scared of her creatures. 

Alicent watches over us as we play with the insects and talk amongst each other I listen to the facts that helaena spouts out pulling them out of her head. alicent face is full of pride and joy seeing her sweet girl finally open up to someone instead of staying closed within her own head. 

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After blossoming a friendship over a few months it soon blooms into something more serious more romantic feelings as I help her with daily activities like bathing , dressing and many more things I’m also just good company for her. 

One night I’m helping her into bed to rest and she leans up taking my head in her hands and kisses me on the lips the kiss is full of passion and affection “ i hope this is ok y/n not too much for you” she breaths before pulling me in more I kiss her back letting her tongue slip into my mouth, her hands running through my hair as she craves more connection we end up laying together kissing for hours till she becomes tied even then I hold her in my arms letting her sleep as I comb my fingers through her hair and run my other hand drawing gentle circles on her skin til I hear a male gasp from the door way and sit up desturbed by the noise I see aegon stood in the door way. 

“ what is this” he steps in his voice an angry whisper “ you promised not to steal from me again but here you are stealing my sister, stealing my betrothed” he glares at me “ I promise you my prince nothing had happened she just needed comfort and I happen to be here” I look at him my eyes glistening with guilt as he sees my swollen bruised lips and a smirk toys on his lips “ I know what you’ve been up to kissing and cuddling under the covers how scandalous “ he chuckles to himself “ no my prince I promise “ he cuts me off looking down at me “ no no I do not have a problem in it I find it rather attractive my sweet sister, wife to be having a secret lady love” he smirks.

 I sit there on the bed perched on my knees looking down as I feel his hand grab my chin “ do not be ashamed “ he looks at me “ you’ll be of great service to my sister or even myself in future “ he looks at me as his leans in kissing my head even if I try to pull away he holds me in place with his hand firmly on my chin “ and to think a few months ago I thought you were useless “ he laughs at his stupidity “ to think what is hers in present will be mine in future “ he looks at me leaning in to my ear his voice gravely and slightly intimidating “ that includes you” he leans back “ have a pleasant night y/n sleep well” his regular smirk returns to his face before he turns to leave “ night my prince” i grumble quietly before laying back down cuddling helaena. 

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A few years have passed aegon and Helaena are married and she is with child her belly swollen with aegons seed. I sit by Helena’s side holding her hand as she lays in bed sulking “ you’re growing beautifully hels” I run my finger across the back of her hand gently “ do not lie to me y/n” she huffs as she looks up to me “ come now don’t be so negative “ I lay next to her as she rests her head on my shoulder. 

Aegon walks in and smiles at the sight of us cuddling up together “ both my girls doing ok” he smirks as he walks over resting his hand on helaenas growing bump “ I’m not your girl“ I roll my eyes slightly at him “ you belong to my wife and what belongs to her belongs to me” he scoffs at me “ so you are my girl and don’t forget how you ended up in the keep you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me” helaena fidgets uncomfortably taking his attention back to her “ Aegon the babe is hurting me” she whines as he runs his hand along the bump.

I sit up “ I’ll get you some tea hels” she nods as I smile at her sweetly kissing her head before I get up “ do you want anything my prince” I look at him “ some wine and the good stuff non of that cheap shit” he looks at me and I nod bowing my head slightly as I leave to the kitchens. 

I heat up a pot of tea and pour out some milk and sugar into small pots and pick helaenas favourite tea cup out, it’s covered in a design of butterfly’s and lady bugs and flowers, then once the water’s boiling I pour it into a tea pot and add her favourite tea leaves into a strainer and put it into the water to brew. I place all of it onto a tray then I go to the wine cellar and take a jug I go through each wine stopping at a vintage dornish red then I take out the cork and pour it into the jug till it’s full then I grab a cup and put it onto the tray.

I slowly carry the tray upstairs to their chamber sir criston hold the doors for me making sure it doesn’t knock me or make me drop anything “ thank you sir criston” I smile sweetly as I return into the room seeing helaena and aegon laying together.

I put the tray down on the table then pour helaena a cup of tea stiring in her milk and sugar I bring it to her bed side “ here you are hels” she smiles at me “ thank you sweetness” she takes the tea siping on it.

Aegon looks at me raising a brow “ are you not going to pour me my wine” his voice is slightly stern “ are you going to ask me nicely “ I look at him standing at helaenas bedside “ god this girl is getting too comfortable “ he grumbles about me as if I’m not in the room “ you know you love it” I smile as I finally pour his wine into the cup and bring it to him as he reaches for it I move it back “ ask me nicely” he huffs rolling his eyes “ wine please “ he looks at me I give it to him “ you’re lucky I… my wife loves you” he stutters and pauses to correct himself making me giggle slightly. 

He takes a sip of wine then puts it down “ come lay with us y/n” he pats the space on the bed next to him “ don’t you think thats disrespectful to your wife “ I look at him “ another woman joining your bed” I smile teasingly “ oh come you are barely a woman you haven’t even bled yet “ he pats the bed again more determined this time “ I don’t find it disrespectful y/n” helaena says sleepily as she finishes her tea putting the cup on the bed side table “ fine as you wish” I lay down next to them slightly more separated than they are as they lay cuddling but aegon pulls me in his arm wrapping around my waist making me giggling slightly. 

“ to think of the pathetic rat you were but 3 years ago now look at you a grown beauty” he says full of confidence and pride i blushed slightly “ be careful with your words husband I may get jealous “ helaena jests as the babes kick and become more active within her belly causing her to wince his hand gently wraps around her and places on the bump “ they seem to be jealous too it seems” he chuckles to himself looking lovingly at the bump.  “ they recognise thier father” helaena looks at him seeing a look of pride in his eyes making her smile her eyes drooping shut slightly as she becomes more and more exhausted “ rest wife we do not mind it is hard work doing the work of a mother” he strokes the bump gently as she shifts closer to him getting comfortable before giving into sleep. 

“ if only both my girls could be laying here with swollen bellies from my seed“ he grumbles slightly drawing small patterns along the skin of my arm “ you know you’d hate it really” I giggle “ you’d have to get someone else to boss around and I would not be allowed upon my feet for a second “ he scoffs at me “ you could lay here at our side for ever, it’s such a shame “ he rolls over slightly without disturbing helaena “ it’s a shame you haven’t blossomed into womanhood yet “ he pulls me into him more before planting a sloppy kiss in my lips taking my bottom lip between his teeth i let out a small squeal and a whimper it causes him to chuckle, the door creaks open Aemond stands there looking in a stern expression on his face. 

“ must you do that when our sister, your wife sleeps next to you” he looks at aegon “ oh come on Aemond you act like she hasn’t fucked her next to me while I have slept” I blush at his boldness as he pulls me in flush against him “we all know of both yours and helaenas scandals “ he sighs stepping into the room as he walks over “ I do not know what’s so special about this hand maid” he looks down at me his eye scanning my form “ you have not had her suck your cock then brother, she may not be ripe to lose her Maidenhead yet but she is good with her mouth” he runs his hand along my bottom lip trying to push his fingers into my mouth. 

Aemond scowls slightly “ aegon stop” he looks at him “ when I want a whore I know where to come but right now I am not interested in such matters” he looks at me and I get up off the bed making aegon grown “ you’re no fun” he looks at him a small pout on his face. 

I look at Aemond “ would you like some wine my prince” I look at him a look of sweetness on my face he sits down on the chair by the bed “ I’ll have one“ Aegon smirks passing me his cup which I take to re fill “ one won’t hurt brother” Aegon looks at his brother trying to convince him “ I am fine y/n thank you” he glares at Aegon as I bring him a full cup of wine. 

I look at Aemond “ may i ask you something my prince “ he raises his eyebrow at me “ what do you wish to ask” i rarely talk to him and when i do it’s out of duty “ could you teach me how to use a sword” i ask fully confident in my question “ you? use a sword” he scoffs “ why” he looks back at me “ the queen says i must learn to protect hels and aegon and who else to ask but the best swords man in kingslanding “ he smirks at my words “ you flatter me but i do not wish to see a woman with a sword but there are other ways to protect those we care for” he looks at me “ i shall teach you them” i nod eager to learn it makes him smile slightly which is unusual for him “ thank you my prince “ watching him as he walks over to the other side to look upon helaena. 

He watches her face as she sleeps peacefully her hands gently placed on the bump he sees the babes moving as she rests “ she’s so strong” he smiles rubbing his hand over her cheek moving hair from her face “ so strong for putting up with you idiots” he adds “ oi I’m not an idiot” aegon glares sitting up Aemond ignores aegons argument“ is she healthy” i look at him and nod “ her and the babes are healthy she is eating well and when she is sick i make sure she keeps her sugar up with tea and honey as recommended by the queen” he nods at me “ good keep looking after her” he turns on his feet and walks out without another word. 

“ he’s such a party pooper he doesn’t do anything, barely drinks, fucks or messes around what’s the point in life if you can’t mess around “ Aegon huffs getting pissed off at Aemonds life style. “ don’t be angry at him aegon he has his life you have yours” i kiss his cheek gently. He hooks his arm back around helaena holding her gently as I lay next to him resting my head on his chest slightly listening to his heart beat “ I know you love me” he smirks teasingly playing with my hair with his free hand “ I’ve never confirmed or denied that” I mumble quietly relaxing more against him a smile toying on my lips as I get comfortable against him.

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After a few months haelena has gone into labour and I’m not allowed in the room so I’m stood in the council room pacing I seem more stressed out than aegon “ y/n calm down “ he speaks softly “ I can’t why won’t they let me be with her to hold her hand” my breathing is heavy and stressed as I pace more. Aegon gets up and wraps his arms around me “ shhhh hels is strong she’ll be ok I promise you” he pulls me down to sit on his lap I rest my head in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent trying to calm myself. 

He runs his hand up and down my thigh “ shhh sweet girl there’s no need to worry” he cuddles me cooing in my ear comfortingly. “ I’m sorry I don’t mean to be stressing but I’ve heard about bad experiences in child birth and I don’t want hels to be hurt” I keep close to him burying my head into his neck as I hear helaena screaming from their bed chambers I whine quietly tears welling In my eyes “ I don’t like it” I look at him “ she’s in pain” he holds me close “ shhh she’s ok sweetling she’s ok”.

A few hours pass and a midwife walks in “ prince aegon you have had twins” she has a smile on her face her uniform covered in blood I look at her the sight of it makes me nauseous “ twins” he smiles “ can we see her” he looks at the midwife “she is exhausted but you can see her” we both get up I hold his hand tightly as we walk In. 

Helaena lays there pale with sweat glistening across her skin two babes laying feeding from her breasts I look at her a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I let go of aegons hand and rush to her bed side “ hels how are you” i look at her taking her hand in mine “ I do not know how to feel right now” she looks at me a confused expression on her face Aegon stares at the babes on her chest “ our beautiful children “ he watches them intensely pride filling his face “ you did so well my love “ he looks at her smiling “ so so well” I agree with him he kisses her head .

A few more hours pass and helaena is cuddling the babies feeling much better after having some time to rest “ have you got names for them “ I tilt my head looking at her “ Jaehaera and Jaehaerys” she smiles the same dreamy expression she usually has “ they are beautiful names” I smile sweetly wiping some sweat from her forehead Aegon cradles Jaehaerys in his arms looking at him lovingly “ they’re so small” he sounds so happy so proud. 

Over the next few weeks Aegon is always checking in on the twins in the nursery as they lay in their cribs sleeping he often checks to see if they are breathing or if they are crying he rushes to their side. I stay with helaena helping her recover keeping her bathed and fed and well rested. 

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A few weeks pass and I’m laying next to helaena asleep as she sits there reading aegon walks in “ ugh stupid mother did you know that our nephews and rhaenyra were coming within the next week” he is talking loudly a slight tone of displeasure in his voice “ aegon quieten down y/n isn’t feeling well and no I didn’t know that” helaena puts her book down on the bed side table looking at aegon . 

“ gods what’s wrong with her is it contagious “ he looks concerned stepping back slightly “ she was saying about abdominal pains, head aches, dizziness and exhaustion I was looking them up in the book “ she points to it “ and what did your book say “ he looks at her wide eyed “ she is on the run up to blooming into a woman aegon these are the signs of starting her monthlies “ she looks at him smiling as he walks back over. 

“ that’s something to celebrate she is finally a woman “ he smiles looking down at my peaceful form “she seems to be enjoying her sleep now though so I shall let her rest” he sits on the side of the bed just observing me with love in his eyes then he looks at helaena “ how are you doing “ he smiles softly at her “ i am fine still a little sore but fine the babes have been  growing well and 

Have remained healthy which is good and I am happy” she smiles looking at him “ we are all happy “ he looks at her resting his hand on her cheek stroking it gently. 

“ we must prepare for the up coming week and to deal with their arrival “ helaena looks up at him sweetly “ i guess we should prepare our selves” he sighs leaning his head back letting out a grown “ but i tell you i do not want you or y/n leaving my side unless fully necessary “ he looks at her his tone sharper “ i can not promise that but i can say y/n won’t leave your side if you ask her” she looks at him making eye contact.

I start to stir in my sleep “ what is happening “ I grumble my voice full of sleep “ we are preparing ourselves for visitors within the next few weeks” his voice softens as he moves to me “ how are you feeling sweetling” he tucks his arms around me “ i feel a bit better my head no longer aches but I am in discomfort “ I shuffle into his embrace more as I move he sees a trail of blood behind me in the mattress ��� y/n you’re in your womanhood now you’ve bloomed” helaena looks at me “ I shall teach you the ways to sort it properly “ she kisses the top of my head as i grumble slightly. 

We get up and the lesson begins as soon as we’re in the wash room she teaches me how to keep the blood from making a mess how to keep clean and stop the pain I listen to her with my full attention. Taking every word in. “ how long will the bleeding last “ I look at him she takes my hand gently “ sometimes a week sometimes less it all depends on your flow but you’ll adjust to it” she smiles rubbing circles on the back of my hands “ do you have any other questions y/n” she looks at me I shake my head “ no I think you’ve said everything I need to know “ I smile sweetly at her. 

We come back into the room and there are maids taking the bloodied bed sheet off and taking it away then getting a clean one they start putting it on the bed but I push past them “ no no no you’re doing it all wrong just get out I can do it “ they look at me giving me a dirty look as I take the sheets out thier hands and start to make the bed perfectly just the way both helaena and aegon like it the maids just stand there “ are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna go” I glare at them slightly getting pissed off at getting stared at.

They turn on their feet and leave as I finish of the bed by fluffing the pillows and folding the duvet in half neatly. “ you don’t have to make the bed y/n” Aegon looks at me his voice sweet “ they always do it wrong when I let them do it “ I whine slightly my attention focusing on the task at hand my mind never wandering till it’s done. 

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A week passes and Im in the training yard with Aemond as he teaches me methods to protect myself and others in this moment we’re using wooden daggers so neither of us get hurt as Aemond doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of hurting me. 

As we’re are fighting I’m in a focused determined mindset as I see a hint of distraction in his eye as his nephews run down the steps of the training yard I take the opportunity and trip him up pointing the dagger to his chest “ I win” I say a smile on my face as I giggle he hooks his leg around my other leg and pulls me down making me fall onto my back I giggle more “ that’s cheating Aemond I had you” he scoffs at me “ sure you did you tell yourself that” he smirks at me as he get back up and gives me a hand to pull me up. 

We are both now on our feet and his focus is taken by his nephews “ are you here to train nephews” he eyes then up a smirk on his face “ no we’re just observing “ Luke says his voice quivering slightly, Jace looks at him and starts to laugh “ fighting girls are we uncle” Aemond glares at him “ she isn’t as easy to beat as you think nephews fight her and see” I smile at him a light flush rising to my cheeks taking his words as compliments “ no we don’t plan on fighting anyone today” his eyes moving from Aemond to me his eyes wavering down my figure making me feel slightly uncomfortable “ I’m gonna go find aegon, thank you for today’s training my prince” I smile up at him he rests his hand on my lower back “ your welcome” his expression more of a smile as I walk off to find aegon.

As I’m walking away from the training yard Jace is checking me out as I walk “ don’t let Aegon and helaena catch your eyes wavering on her” Aemond glares at him his voice bitter and cold “ they are quite protective of her “ his face turns into a twisted grin “I’m sure my eyes didn’t offend her, uncle” Jace smirks still eyeing me till I’m completely out of eye sight.

I walk into helaenas and aegons chambers aegon is sat at the table flicking through pages of a book and helaena is sat watching her caged crickets jump and chirp fascinated as I close the door behind me they both look up “ how was your training with Aemond?” Helaena smiles standing up to greet me “ it was good, I managed to pin him but then he tipped it saying I lost when I really didn’t “ I look at them giggling to myself “ your nephews are here by the way the joined us in the training yard” i see aegons face drop slightly. “ where are they now” helaena looks at me holding my hands gently in hers “ I left them with Aemond i told him I was gonna come here cause one of your nephews kept staring “ i look at aegon as he slams his hands on the table. 

“ they are always trying to steal what is mine” booming with anger as he stands up and walks to me taking my head in his hands “did they touch you” I shake my head nuzzling into his hands slightly “ good” a smile coming back to his face as he rests his forehead head against mine. “ we must go greet them aegon it is polite “ helaena looks at him “ they can wait till the trial today I hear it’s about their legitimacy” he smiles pleased with the events to come.

“ for now we shall do whatever we want till midday” helaena smiles sweetly “ it is only early morning so we have plenty of time “ I squeeze their hands gently a gentle smile on my face helaena looks at aegon recognise the smug look on his face full of want as he stares at me 

“ should I stay here or should I leave you and y/n to privacy” she giggles as i look at her confused “ stay I wish both of us to please her” aegon smirks as he pulls me into him kissing me passionately “ I shall take your maidenhead” i look at him blushing violently nodding slowly helaena looks at him “ do be gentle with her brother I shall ease her in for you “and smiles playfully as she kisses down my neck leaving light purple marks as I let small moans escape me. 

As she trails kisses up my neck she swiftly unlaces my dress as it falls to the floor in a pool around my feet leaving me in my small clothes she walks me to the bed “ lay down”

She sounds as sweet as ever yet there is a sense of an order in her words so I do as I’m told and lay back in the bed she kisses down my chest taking one of my breasts into her mouth she sucks in my nipple swirling her tongue around it my head rolls back moaning more as she moves to the other giving it as much attention as the other. 

Her hand slowly moved down my body tucking into my underwear as she rolls her fingers through my folds feeling my wetness she gasps a smile on her face “ so wet~” she teases slightly I moan loudly as she presses a finger inside aegon watches eagerly Cooing at me “ shhh sweet girl we don’t want to get in trouble do we” he moves towards the bed sitting above my head as he leans down to kiss me. 

Helaena suddenly pulls my small clothes off leaving me fully exposed she smirks at me kissing down my torso till her head is in between my legs she keeps her fingers moving in and out of me at a faster pace now making needy breathless moans escape me she leans her face closer taking my clit into her mouth and starts sucking on It making me even louder than before as my legs wrap around her quivering slightly as she sucks and  circles her tongue around my swollen bud. 

I can hear aegon moaning as he watches helaena go down on me “ my good girls~” he moans watching her fingers disappear into me at a fast pace I look up at him my mouth ajar letting ungodly noise escape me as I pant desperately watching him fist his cock wanking himself at the same pace as helaenas fingers 

 I reach my hand up taking his cock in my hand I start to pump his cock “ aaa~ y/n” he moans watching my eyes flicker between both of them. my other hand is occupied on the back of helaenas head as I practically grind myself into her face and fingers moaning desperately as I tighten around her a large knots forming inside of me “ oh by the gods hels~ im gonna cum~” I moan out in between pants for air 

As she starts moving faster her fingers pounding against the sensitive part inside me i move my hand faster wanking aegon at the same pace he watches as my eyes roll back into my head my moans become more high pitched as the knot snaps and I release over Helaenas fingers and tongue my body trembling and I keep moaning as she laps up my juices. 

Aegon moves out of my hand as helaena gets up her face slick from my release aegon kisses her passionately tasting me on her tongue moaning dramatically into the kiss his solid cock twitching in anticipation. 

As he pulls away from helaena he moves to the end of the bed pulling me towards where he stands as helaena moves to where he sat prior. I watch as he rubs his cock against my folds coating it with my wetness “ this may be painful at first but i promise it’ll get better “ he looks at me as he rubs the tip of his weeping cock over my sensitive clit making me moan. As he moves to my entrance and slowly pushes in I whine slightly as he stretches me out I grab helaenas hand in support as she whispers praise into my ear “ you’re doing so well sweet thing just a little bit more that’s it good girl ~” as soon as aegon is fully inside of me I feel full the stinging from being stretched slowly disappearing as he waits for me to adjust to his size. 

As he feels me shift slightly he knows I’m ready and slowly starts to thrust his cock each time hitting the sensitive spot inside causing small moans to escape me as he moves his pubic bone causes friction on my clit “ aaaaa~ aegon please more~” I beg my voice needy and desperate as I moan. 

He slowly starts to build up a speedier rougher pace practically pounding into me animalistic noises come from aegon as he growls and moans into my ear keeping up his pace. 

I feel the same feeling from before the knot tying In my belly as he pounds deeper into me raising my hips to get a better angle he watches my face contorting in pleasure “ AEGON OH THANK THE GODS YOU FEEL SO GOOD ~” I scream out my walls tightening like a vice around him “ you gonna cum for me sweetling” he groans in my ear taking its lobe between his teeth biting it “ yeh I’m gonna cum~” I whine desperately as his hips start to stutter “ me too baby me too~ “ he groans pushing further into me as he feels my walls start to pulse around him “ that’s it darling cum for me~” he moans then moving his head to the crook of my neck biting down till his teeth draw blood as both of our orgasms clash together like tidal waves his seed spilling into me as I squirt onto his cock panting for air as aegon continues to thrust his seed deeper into me. 

When he finishes he pulls out a smile on his face as he watches his cum ooze out of me he moves his head in between my legs and licking up the waisted cum a mixture of flavours of me and him on his tongue as he leans up and kisses me pushing his tongue into my mouth letting me taste his passion and love. 

We all lay side by side on the bed I’m in the middle between both helaena and aegon my head resting on the pillow behind me as I rest my eyes a while feeling both of thier hands drawing patterns along my skin. 

Aegon looks down at me a smile plastered on his face “ I am so lucky to have two beautiful women “ he looks up at helaena “ I love you both” she says her voice quiet and dreamy I hum in agreement being too fucked out and exhausted to manage a sentence or a word. 

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A few hours pass and we are all getting ready for the trial. Helaena insists I wear one of her dresses one that would cover my neck and shoulders that are covered in hickeys and bite marks she helps me into the light mint green dress that has had a collar that gose upwards covering the back and side of my neck it also has sleeves that meet mid arm she laces it up at the back making it fit snug“ thank you hels” I look up at her kissing her gently it makes her smile “ it suits you “ Aegon speaks up he’s wearing his usual dark green close to black attire with gold embellishments in complete contrast to the light greens me and helaena wear. He walks over to us wrapping his arms around our waists “ beautiful” he smiles looking at our reflection in the mirror “I do wish you could show of your marks with pride “ he looks at me flipping the collar down to observe his and helaenas work “ aegon she can show them off later not now it’s most inappropriate “ helaena giggles at me as she flips the collar back up slapping his hand away. 

We make our way to the throne room helaena holding my hand gently as Aegon walks ahead my legs are still slightly wobbly but I try my best to keep my composure as we walk in through the large wooden doors of the throne room. 

We walk and stand by alicent and Aemond I stand behind helaena and next to Aemond he looks me up and down slightly a small smirk on his face “ you look rough it seems they have ripped you apart” he grumbles down to me making a blush rise to my cheek and a small smile crawl onto my lips as I look up at him “ you have no idea” my voice low to limit any one else hearing. 

We stand there for while waiting to be joined by the others I reach forward taking aegons hand as his nephews and sister finally walk into the throne room they are the last to join I give it a gentle squeeze as jaecerys’ eyes are straight on me as they walk in. 

Aegon turns to me slightly “ don’t look at him eyes on us “ he orders slightly his voice low as I nod making sure I focus on both him and helaena. 

As the trial continues I’m so focused on my lovers that I do not hear the drama commencing infront of me until I hear vaemond shouting and my attention is pulled away from aegon and Helaena “ HER CHILDREN ARE BASTARDS and she is a whore” my eyes go wide at the sudden loud noise ripping through the throne room echoing through the halls I look up at the king who is sat on the throne frail and unwell “ i shall have your tongue for that” he glared down at vaemond then out of no where there’s a swift slash of a sword and vaemonds head falls off his shoulders and collapses onto the floor a puddle of blood leaking from him I stumble back slightly in complete horror bumping into Aemonds side, everyone is In shock Helaena ears covered and aegon staring alicent turns to check over her children she even looks over at me giving me a nod of assurance. 

Suddenly the king starts groaning in pain falling back onto the throne as alicent rushes to his side “ call the maesters” her voice is panicked as she holds him in her arms begging him to take something for the pain as he is helped down the steps from the throne and out of the room. 

I look around the room watching everyone as people start to leave except us and rhaenyras family. Aegon leans in to helaena “ are you ok” he murmurs to her just receiving a nod in response then turning to me still seeing the look of shock on my face and how I’m practically leaning on Aemond to keep myself up right. “ I’m ok” I murmur quietly not sounding 100% truthful. He walks to me and runs his hand over my back  gently calming my anxiety then he pulls me into his chest letting me rest my head on him and making me feel safe. 

Soon enough we are walking back to our chambers all bundled together Aemond following behind “ well I think they went well don’t you” he looks at Aegon holding off his laughter “ for them atleast” he groans rolling his eyes. 

As we enter Aegon and helaenas  room we are taken aback by jacerys who is sat in there at the table drinking from aegons wine from his cup I clutch onto the closest arm to me which seems to be Aemonds but he doesn’t seem to mind “ uncles, aunt “ he acknowledges with a small nod a smile playing on his lips “ and who is that I haven’t seen her before “ he looks past them looking at me his eyes boring into me “ do not look at her she’s not yours to look at” Aegon snaps his tongue lighting fires with his anger  “ I do not see a ring on her finger and her hair is down and flowing meaning she is unmarried” he stands up glaring daggers back at Aegon. 

Aegon storms to where Jace is sat he looks down on him his anger dripping off him “ do I have to repeat myself “ he glares eyes burning into him like a fire he emphasises his words “ she is not yours to look at” it make jacaerys laugh a bitter laugh that holds not a lot of kindness “ I can look at who ever I want uncle” his eyes breaking contact with him to look at me he sees me clinging to Aemonds arm. He pushes past Aegon and helaena and stops infront of me “ I do hope you’ll join us at dinner “ he smirks and walks out smuggly.

As soon as he’s gone I loosen my grip on Aemonds arm they all turn to look at me aegon looks enraged at Jace’s actions he rushes to me quickly unlaces my dress “ tonight at dinner you show off every mark we gave you and I mean every mark “ he growls pulling the dress off me I cover my nakedness with my arms trying to keep some modesty in front of Aemond he just walks to the table and sits down where Jace was previously sat. 

“ Aegon I do not like being naked infront of prying eyes “ I look at him speaking through my teeth “ only one eye y/n and he doesn’t care” Aegon laughs wrapping his arm around my shoulder “ helaena choose out your most revealing dress for her to wear to dinner to night I want to shove it in that little cunts face who she belongs to” he smirks “ oh and make it green to show her loyalties” he adds watching helaena look through her wardrobe. 

I stand there shivering slightly my skin starting to pebble at the cold air as I move closer to aegon for his warmth he scoops me up in his arms and walks me to the bed sitting me on his lap as he perches on the edge he buries his head  into the crook of my neck working on creating more marks 

“ your mother will kill me for this Aegon you know this” I look at him “ she will not care you are more like her child than us she cares for you too much to kill you the most she’ll do is stare daggers “ he mumbles into my neck. 

I look up at helaena who pulls out a sea foam green dress that has a low neck line that would accentuate the breast short sleeves that rest on the lower shoulder a tight fitting corset and a skirt that flows to the floor “ how about this “ she calls out her eyes lightening up with lust and want at the thought of me in it it “ I can not imagine her in it try it on sweetness” Aegon smirks standing me back on my feet slapping my bare ass playfully making a small yelp escape my lips before pushing me slightly towards helaena. 

She quickly helps me into the dress tightening the laces so tightly to the point my head spins slightly I look In the mirror at my reflection a small gasp escapes me as I stare at myself my breasts slightly overflowing out the top of the dress how the my waist is so tightly hitched in and how my hips roll outwards beautifully “ I look like a lady” I mumbled quietly under my breath it makes aegon smile “ because you are my love” 

he walks over hooking his arm around my waist “ you are a thing of true beauty you should show it off “ he runs his fingers across my cheek and down my neck “ this shows everything off perfectly hels” he smiles at her “ you have great taste” it makes her giggle and kiss his cheek as she looks over me “ this is better than I imagined” she smirks biting her lip slightly “ I shall wear something similar so you do not feel alone do not worry “ she smiles pulling out a similar style dress that is a darker shade of green with a gold coin belt that wraps around the waist she quickly changed and stands next to me a beaming smile on her face “ what a pretty portrait we would make” she giggles sweetly as i rest my head on her shoulder “ i think you and aegon are missing something “ they look at me puzzled until i lift my lips to helaenas neck and suck a dark hickey onto her neck then do the same to aegon listening to them both whine and growl as i do so “ now everyone will know who I belong to”

 i smile sweetly before sitting next to Aemond “ do not feel left out Aemond “ I take his hand in mine giggling as he swiftly pulls it away and moves his hand up to the strap of his eye patch fiddling with it uncomfortably “i am perfectly fine being left out of this thank you” he grumbles but I see the slight smirk twitch on to his lips. 

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The evening rolls around quickly and we’re all making our way to the dining hall helaena and aegon each holding one of my hands smiles full of pride as they look over every mark on display across my neck and shoulders. 

As the guards open the doors and we all enter alicent looks over me in horror then looks at both helaena and Aegon shaking her head before placing her head in her hands they all sit down and I’m left standing between them both Aegon looks at me “ sit darling no one is stopping you” he looks at me “ there’s no seat for me my prince” he pulls his chair out and pats his knee “ sit here for now or you can sit on the floor if you think it’s better “ I look at him and sit onto the floor kneeling looking up at both Aegon and helaena like a dog begging for food he looks down at me chuckling “ you’re so beautiful at this angle” he says running his hand through my hair before pushing my head to rest against his leg which I happily do.

Jace looks over aegon’s lap to look at me his eyes scanning every mark that is present on mr he leans back on his chair rolling his eyes “ seems she may just be a common whore then “ he looks at aegon a smug look on his face alicent glares across the table at him “ watch your tongue Jacerys I raised that girl “ he instantly bites his tongue going quiet “ that’s what I thought “ alicent says looking at aegon and helaena who both have smug looks of pride on their faces.

As the king is brought in everyone stands until he’s placed down on the floor i go back to my previous place resting my head on aegon’s lap as he runs his fingers through my hair gently as to not draw to much attention to him. As the diner goes on Jace keeps looking over at me watching every little movement I make helaena passed me a cup of wine off the table I sit up sipping on it before placing it on the floor next to me and resting my head back in its original place aegon looks at me and then at Jace “ why do you stare at her “ he looks at him his voice low “ she acts as if you own her as if she is a dog” jace scoffs “ she is no dog “ he glares at him “ she’s simply a woman who wants my love and attention so I give it to her in return of her love and loyalty” he glares at him as he rises to his feet moving to get the jug of wine to refill his cup I whine slightly at the loss of contact as I go to move to helaenas lap Jace walks over to her and offers a dance under the watchful eye of her father she can not refuse and cause a drama so she gets up and dances with Jace 

I sit there on the floor cross legged now just waiting for either of them to return back to their chair I watch as helaena dances so beautifully and freely I can’t help but smile as I gulp down my drink. Aegon sits back down and I rest my head back on his lap he runs his hand through my hair he leans down to me “ this is starting to bore me” he whispers I giggles looking up at up at him “ are you jealous that hels to dance and you don’t” he looks at me laughing “ perhaps “ I rest my head on him giggling as I take a swig of the cup wine he had just refilled 

“ do you want to go dance” he looks at me raising his eye brow “ only if you dance with me” he holds out his hand to me help my up I take it as we both stand joining helaena and Jace dancing Aegon is doing his best to out do jacerys spinning me around I look at helaena both of us smiling from ear to ear we swap partners and Aegon and helaena dance together happily I stay a slight distance from Jace dancing as best as I can. 

Suddenly Aemond bangs on the table standing up the music stops we all turn to look at him “ a final tribute” a sadistic smile spreading across his face “ to my nephews Jace Luce and Joffrey all handsome brave strong” a small laugh escapes aegon “ I dear you to say that again “ he glares at Aemond stepping forward “ why do you not think your self as strong “ have plants a punch to Aemond jaw as Aemond turns back infazed he knocks him to the floor holding him down with his foot as Luce gets up to attack Aegon steps in grabbing him and planting him into the table both me and helaena stand at the side in shock holding each others hands as we watch the fight progress I become slightly amused watching it go down until alicent with the help of the guards separate the fight.

“ go to your bed chambers all of you” rhaenyra bosses looking over her sons then turning to Aemond and Aegon alicent gives a small nod “ go” she mumbles quietly they both leave Aemond barging into the side of daemon as he leaves. I look at helaena as she pulls on my hand and we follow after the boys. 

Aegon and Aemond are sat out chambers as we walk in I sneak up behind Aegon wrapping my arms around his shoulders “ that was entertaining “ i giggle resting my head next to his “ I’m glad you enjoyed it “ he smirks looking at me pulling me round to sit on his lap making me squeal slightly helaena walks over sitting next to Aemond “ tonight was fun” she smiles looking at Aemond and Aegon “ I enjoyed the dancing” she looks off in a dais it makes me giggle even more “ I think you y/n have had to much wine” Aegon says peppering my cheeks with kisses “ no” I say smiling cheekily “ I can tell you’re all flushed and giggly” he smiles looking at Aemond “ just look at her you can tell can’t you brother” he looks at Aemond “ yeh I can you y/n are drunker than Aegon for once it feels like you’ve committed a crime” I laugh more leaning back on aegons lap till I’m basically hanging off him he holds me up with one of his arms positioned behind me back “I think after all that excitement we should rest” Aemond suggests standing up I look up at him “ noooo” I whine slightly “ I want us all to stay” I look up at him with big eyes “ please we could do a sleep over like what we did as we were children “ I say clapping my hands excitedly “ not tonight “ Aemond says in a stern tone “ maybe another night” he suggests I get up suddenly hugging him unexpectedly he stands there body stiff and uncomfortable as he pats my back a few times “ good night Aemond “ I look up at him “ love you” I slurr my words slightly as I yawn he smiles slightly “ night y/n I’ll see you in the morning “ he pats my head slightly as I let go “ aww isn’t that sweet brother she loves you “ aegon jests laughing uncontrollably “ I do I love all of you” I say stumbling my way to the bed falling down onto aegons pillow face first basically falling asleep straight away. “ good night brother “ helaena says smiling at Aemond as he leaves then both Aegon and her join me on the bed to sleep. 

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When the sun starts to rise I wake up with a raging hang over I whine loudly pulling the covers over my head “fucking hell” I cry aegon wraps his arms around me “ aww sweet girl did you drink to much last night “ he coos holding me close “ I feel sick” I whine he laughs at me “ this is why you shouldn’t drink you really can’t handle your alcohol “ I sit up my head pounding “ where’s hels” I look at him squinting slightly “ she’s with the twins “ i nod yawning looking around the room I grab the empty jug of the bed side table and throw up into it he holds my hair out my face and rubs my back “ I’m sorry “ I mumble before throwing up again “ shhh it’s ok sweetling get it all out” he holds me close making sure I’m ok.

The door suddenly opens and Aemond walks in I look up at him looking rough with a slight green tinge across my skin he stops in his tracks “ god she looks rough” he looks at aegon “ mother needs you father has died” I look up at aegon he looks shocked “ his last request was for you to be king” Aegon gets up and grabs the cup off the table swigging the wine left in it from the night before “ no I do not want to I’m not fit for duty mother has stated it herself “ aemond looks at him “ brother you must do what is required of you” i stand up walking over to aegon “ you can do this aegon” i look at him smiling sweetly “ you’ll have us by your side “ i look at him then at Aemond as he moves closer to Aegon putting his hand on his back “ come brother” Aegon nods “ y/n stay here sweetling rest till you feel better” he kisses the top of my head “ love you” I say smiling as I lay back in the bed “ the coronation is at noon y/n make sure you’re there and presentable” Aemond looks down at me a stern look on his face “ yes sir” I say giving him a playful salute giggling he rolls his eye and turns out the room with Aegon.

A few hours pass and I’m waken by helaena kissing my cheek “ morning my sleepy little dove” she smiles “ tis time to get ready for the coronation now” she coos running her hand over my head “ I can see your worries hels” I look up at her “ I do this will be a curse to our family it will cause nothing but pain” she sits up letting her thoughts be known “ we will find away to get through the pain and find a shining light past it” I look up at her “ Aegon will be a good king hels” she nods 

she sits still for a second “ are you feeling better” she looks at me wanting to change the subject I nod “ much better let us get ready now” I get up going to her wardrobe “ what shall we wear” I look at her a gentle smile on my face as she comes to join me looking through the dresses she picks us two matching silvery blue dresses with longs sleeves with a v neck and long sleeves it has a bronze belt along the waist as we both dress and I start to braid her hair neatly leaving my hair down and flowing “ are we ready “ I look at her sweetly she simply nods taking my hand in hers as we walk down the castle steps to get into the carriage that awaits us 

We sit next to each other on the journey to the dragon pit and when we get there we walk to the front to meet Aemond who’s already stood there “ is this presentable for you sir” I jest doing a little twirl “ much better “ he smirks chuckling to himself “come y/n stand between us and behave” helaena says a small smirk playing on her lips “ i always behave for my favourite people hels you know that” I giggle standing between her and Aemond “ shush people are arriving” he looks at us before returning to his powerful stance as the small folk start making their way into the pit. 

Finally as the hall is finally full with a line of guards down the centre of the isle we hear a trumpet announcing aegons arrival outside as the doors open and he slowly starts to walk down the centre the guard raising thier swords as he passes we all watch him as he slowly makes his way to the front alicent steps towards him placing a kiss on the crown of his head and ushers him forward and Otto gives him a nod instructing him to kneel which he obliged with slowing going down to his knees he looks over at me and Helaena I give him a small smile as he goes back to looking forward 

Surly the man of the gods starts talking as he dose do he draws lines on his forehead with holy water “may the warrior give him courage may the smith led strength to his sword and shield may the father defend him in his need may the crone lift her shining lamp and light his way to wisdom” then the crown is placed in sir Criston’s hands “ the crown of the conqueror passed through generations” as the crown is lowered into aegons head I watch with wide eyes “Aegon Targaryen second of his name is the true heir to the iron throne” as aegon rises to his feet turning to face the small folk “ long live his grace king aegon Targaryen “ Criston declares receiving cheers from the small folk which brings a smile of pride to my face as he raises his sword to the sky out of victory and triumph.

 My attention is taken away from him for a second as I watch the floor suddenly start to tremble then explode up into a cloud of dust and rubble as a monstrous beast climbs out of the pit bellow the screams of the small folk echoing through the hall. Aemond grabs the hilt of his sword protectively pushing me and helaena back behind him as the dragon comes crawling towards us growling as it crushes people bellow its feet alicent steps infront of aegon as rhaenys sits atop of meleys looking down at us a angered expression on her face as meleys opens her mouth rawing loudly we prepare for her to breath fire but she turns and flies off quickly. 

I stare at the dragon as it leaves shaking I drop down to the floor holding my head in my hands Aemond turns to me blocking me from people’s view “ it’s ok y/n stand up” I shake my head breathing heavily trying to calm myself he kneels down to my level “ it’s ok we’re all safe” he looks at me helaena hugs me “ come sweetling let’s go back to the keep where we are safe then we must celebrate aegons new title” i try to stand back up my legs shaking slightly as I hold her hand gently “ ok” I look at aegon helaena whispers in my ear “ do you want to go to him” I nod “ go” she lets go of my hand smiling as I run to him hugging him he hugs me back holding me close to his chest running his hand over my hair that runs down my back “ shhhh we are safe”  he coos quietly in my ear alicent turns to us “ we’re going back to the keep it is safer there” she states looking over all of us before we all quickly leave to the carriages to travel back to the keep. 

When in the carriage I cuddle up to both helaena and aegon feeling safe with them both close to me “ do not get in that situation ever again” I look at the them “ I do not want to be scared of loosing you ever” he kisses me “ you will never loose us sweetling” he looks at me smiling down at me “ I love you both” I look at them and they both smile “ we love you too” they say together holding me closer.

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When we get back to the keep a celebration is being prepared in the hall with food drinks and music I look at aegon who smiles down at me “ only fruit juice for you “ he teases I giggles “ of course my king if you insist “ i playfully nudge him he bends down to my eye growling “ i like those words coming out of your mouth “ i grab the collar of his clothing and kiss him passionately biting his bottom lip roughly “ anything for my king” i say through heavy breaths at the words he moans chuckling to himself “ gods you drive me mad” helaena looks over the scene infront of her a small smirk on her face “ you two can’t keep your hands off each other sometimes “ she giggles aegon let’s go if me strutting over to helaena spinning her around and dipping her in his arms “ is my queen jealous” he coos against her lips. 

“ you have time to fuck around later “ I turn around seeing Aemond stood there with a serious expression “ right now you must prepare yourself for the celebrations to come” he says a small smile on his face “ y/n you will be seated next to helaena who is in the centre of the table next to aegon “ he points to the two big gold chairs “ then in next to you mother next to Aegon me and so on” I nod “ you seem to know everything” I giggle “ your so clever” he smiles at me “ like I’ve said before to you flattery gets you no where with me” he pats my cheek gently before walking into the hall “ I’d get to your seats before it starts to get busy” we all nod rushing to our assigned seats.

As the celebration goes on I stay sat watching people dance drink and chat aegon drowns himself in wine as I rise from my seat and go to his side I feel alicents eyes burning into my back “ you shouldn’t drink anymore my king you’re past your limit “ I look at him with sweetness as he pulls me into his lap “ hush now let me have my fun” he chuckles holding me close “ you will regret it in the morning” helaena says picking at a small lemon cake in front of her “ let us focus on the present “ he slurs slightly taking a swig from his cup. 

As the night comes to an end and many guests have left I’m still sat on aegon’s lap half asleep as I rest my head in the crook of his neck “ it is getting late aegon we should all go to bed” helaena rests her hand on his he looks at her a drunken smile plastered across his face as he rubs his other hand over my back “ wake up sweetling” he coos as I slowly open my eyes “ we’re going to our chambers now” I slowly move off his lap to stand up he holds me and helaena by the waist as he rises from his seat “ let us go to bed” he smiles as we begin to walk up to the bed chambers through the dimly lit corridors. 

As we get into the chamber aegon starts to undo the laces on my dress instantly “ you both looked so beautiful tonight like two holy angels sent by the gods to stand by my side” he says a beaming smile on his face as my dress falls to the floor around my feet leaving me in my small clothes then doing the same to helaena he stands back getting a good look at us both “ even more beautiful now” he says biting his bottom lip. 

I look at him smiling walking closer to him dropping to my knees infront of him untying his laces to his briefs as I look up at him with pure lust in my eyes “ she woke up In a good mood “ helaena giggles looking at me as I take the tip of aegon cock into my mouth rolling my tongue around it “ anything to pleasure my king” I smile before taking his length fully into my mouth sucking more running my tongue down his shaft as I listen to his moans I feel him grip the back of my head wrapping my hair around his fist controlling the pace that I bib my head up and down slowly taking more of him into my throat I lift my hand up cupping his balls gently looking up at him gagging slightly as my eyes well up with tear his moans and gasps giving me goosebumps as he lets out a low growl thrusting into mouth more as I gag more the vibrations from the guttural noises escaping me causing his cock to pulse and twitch in my throat as he slowly looses control “ you’re so beautiful “ he moans looking at me with pure pleasure spread across his face as he cums down my throat making me choke slightly as I swallow every drop he pulls me up panting to catch his breath as he pulls me into a sloppy kiss “ I love you” I bite his bottom lip playfully as he plants his lips back agaist

“ gods she’s a horny little thing right now” helaena says looking at me as I let go of aegon and turn to her I kiss her passionately letting my hands wander down her body I start kissing down her neck leaving dark marks her breath becoming heavy and small moans escaping her as I slip my hand into her small clothes starting to slide my fingers along her folds “ so wet~” I slip two fingers into her then using my thumb I rub her sensitive clit I move them at a fast pace moving them back and forth hitting the sensitive spots inside her as she moans loudly gripping onto my shoulder for support “ aaaaa~please ~” she gasps panting as I move my hand faster rubbing her pearl more I feel her legs begin to give way as she lets out a loud scream of pleasure releasing all over my fingers I pull them out and slowly lick her juices off my fingers as she watches me through her eyelashes panting to catch her breath. 

Aegon smirks watching as I suck on my fingers “ good girl~” he coos as he walks to me kissing my neck my cheeks and then my lips passionately as he picks me up moving me to the bed laying me back as he takes my small clothes off using his teeth he comes back up holding the waistband of my underwear in his mouth as he tosses it to the side a devilish smile on his lips. Helaena sits at the seat next to the bed watching everything touching by herself.

I wrap my arms around his neck kissing his more “ I need you~” I whine out needing he chuckles. “ I know” he coos lining himself up to my entrance as he pushes in I let out a gasp tightening my grip around his neck digging my nails in slightly “ you’re so tight~” he groans slowly pushing more of his length into me till It hits the hilt he starts to slowly move building up to a fast and rough pace “ mmmmm~” I cling onto him moaning desperately into his ear as he takes me as he wants “ does this feel good y/n” he teases slightly as I struggle to get out words nodding for a few seconds “ y~yes my king~” I moan taking heavy breaths between words he pounds into me letting his head fall to the crook of my neck sucking dark red marks as he fucks into me I let out a long loud gasp as I wrap my legs around him letting him thrust deeper “ good girl~” he growls animalisticly biting down on my neck as I let out a shriek of pleasure as I feel the knot in my belly slowly tighten 

“ FUCK~” I scream out gasping “ don’t stop please don’t stop~” I cry out as I see excitement rise into aegons eyes as he pushes into me harder and faster his breath comes out as rough as his pace as I tighten around him my moans coming out at a higher pitch “ that’s it good girl~ “ he moans as he thrusts into me slowly becoming a little sloppy as his release gets closer “ cum for me~” he looks at me panting as he thrusts desperately into me as a warmth rises into me and everything snaps I scream out breath heightened as my body quivers and shakes my legs slipping from around him he looks down at me watching my face twist with pleasure as he keeps moving fucking me through my high my walls clamping around him pulsing till he releases his seed deep into me growling loudly through gritted teeth as he collapses onto me both of us catching our breaths. I look up at helaena through my eyelashes a relaxed smile on my face as I see her release wash over her as our eyes connect her moans loud and passionate as she quivers from the strength of her high as her legs fall from the arms of the chair aegon rolls off me taking his space in the centre of the bed holding his arm out to helaena to take her space next to him as she joins us we both cuddle up to him comfortably as he kisses our heads “ love you” he grumbles quietly sleep washing over him “ love you too” we both say as we both stay close to him falling in to the urge of sleep. 

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Three moons have passed since aegons coronation and I have been going through the early stages of pregnancy a small bump showing through my dress as I walk through the corridors to the small council room where Aegon has called for me I knock on the door standing there patiently as they slowly open everyone’s eyes turn to me “ sorry to interrupt your meeting “ I look at them as I look up at Aegon who has a large smile on his face “ nonsense I requested your presence “ he calls out as I walk round to him he wraps his arm around me pulling me into his lap placing his hand on my swollen belly. “ you look beautiful “ he looks at me smiling “ thank you” I rest my head back on his shoulder 

Alicent looks at us sighing “ Aegon we are discussing some serious matters y/n is not a council member”she looks at him with a firm motherly look in her eye “ y/n is loyal and is my lover she can be here when I want her to be” he says glaring at her holding me closer to him he turns his attention back to me his voice becoming gentle again“ I wanted to inform you that Aemond is going away so won’t be present for your next lesson with him” I nod “ that is fine I hope he will be safe travelling” I smile sweetly “ I do wish you’d take a break from these lessons as you are carrying my child” he sighs a small glint of hope in his eyes “ Aemond is going easy on me my king he will continue to go easy till the child is born” I smile “ do not worry no harm will come to me” he kisses my cheek “ it better not” he smirks “ now go find hels” he helps me off his lap as I start to walk out the room the discussions start to go back to serious matters. 

I find my way to the nursery where helaena is sat embroidering one of aegons garments as the twins sit playing together behind her I walk to her sitting next to her “ how are you my love “ she looks at me a smile on her face “ exhausted but ok” I rest my head on her shoulder as she sets her sewing down and brushes my hair out my face “ you are doing so well” she praises resting her hand on my bump “ we’re very proud of you” she smiles as the twins run to us “ y/n come play” jaehaera giggles tugging on my hand “ calm yourself Jaehaera you must be gentle with y/n she’s in a delicate state” helaena says in a gentle but motherly tone “ yes mama” she smiles letting go of my hand as I move over to where there toys are sprawled across the floor “ let’s play then sweetlings” I smiling as they join me picking up the small wooden dragons and people as I play along with them. 

I sit playing with them for hours till I have jaehaerys laying resting his head on my lay sleeping and jeahaera cuddled up next to sleepily “ I think you should go down for a nap sweetling” I look at her smiling sweetly she nods with heavy eyes as she gets up going to her bed I pick jaehaerys up laying him in his bed tucking him in kissing his forehead then doing the same to Jaehaera I feel a hand hook around my hip I jump slightly turning around to see aegon smiling “ both you and hels are great mothers” he smiles holding me close “ say good night to the twins and then we can go for a walk” I look at him smiling as he bends down kissing the twins heads “ night sweetlings have good dreams” we turn and walk out together I look at sir Criston who’s stood outside the door “ listen into them sir Criston Jaehaera has told me the prince had been having nightmares” I look at him a hint of worry on my face “ I’ll keep them safe y/n it is part of my job to protect “ I nod before walking away with aegon.

We go out into the gardens walking around till we see helaena with some of the ladies from court sat together having tea and cakes “ I do not understand how you cope with that whore who steals your husbands attention my queen” one of the ladies says a bitter tone to her voice “ she is no whore and she doesn’t just steal my husbands attention but mine also so mind your tongue “ she snaps looking at the woman with anger in her eyes i smile slightly looking at helaena “ thank you hels but i do not need you to defend me” me and aegon sit next to her smiling “my lady do you think it is good to talk shit about the king and queens lover” I pause for a second “ no it is not good if you continue to talk bad about me I shall slit your throat with little to no consequence do you understand “ I look at the woman a stern and cruel as she nods slowly a tint of fear in her eyes “ good” I smile sweetly taking a cake off the table eating half of it I take the other half and bring it up to aegons mouth as he takes it in eating it a smirk on his face “ thank you my love” he says with a mouthful. Soon the ladies of court get up bowing thier heads “ thank you for having us” and rush off leaving us cuddled up together. 

We stay sat out side for hours as aegon drinks his wine I lay back looking up at the sky as the sun sets and storm clouds begin to form “ I think we should go inside” helaena says looking over at us “ a storm is said to happen tonight “ I look back up to the sky “ I hope Aemond has landed safely at storms end and won’t get caught up in the bad weather” Aegon looks at me smiling “ you are so loving to all of us” he chuckles “ I’m sure him and vhagar are safe” he pulls me close kissing my cheek “ let’s go eat then to bed you must rest being a mother is hard work “ he says kissing the tip of my nose “ if that is what would please you then I shall do it” I sigh getting back up as we go back into the keep away from the wind as the rain starts to fall. 

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A few days pass and the storm is still going on im sat by the window watching the night sky in my night gown as lightning strikes and I see the silhouette of vhagar in the sky “ Aegon hels dragon” I point up at it as they rush to me looking up at it “ come we’ll meet him at the door“ Aegon insists taking my hand in his as we rush through the corridors till we get to the front door I stand there close to Aegon shivering slightly in the cold he wraps his arms around me resting his hands on my bump holding me close to him as the doors burst open and a soaked Aemond walks through the door pacing back and forth “ he’s dead” he says his breathing fast and panicked as helaena grabs his hands pulling him from his frantic thoughts “ who’s dead” I say looking at him a look of worry on my face “ lucerys vhagar killed him and his dragon I did not want it to happen “ he says as tears glisten in his eyes “ calm down Aemond sit” helaena brings a chair to him “ tell us everything” Aegon insists looking at his younger brother.

We sit on the floor me on aegon’s lap as we listen to everything Aemond says as he pauses I see tears dripping down his face I get up and hug him “ I am so sorry Aemond” i whisper under my breath as I feel him wrap his arms around me In return I’m slightly shocked but keep holding him he goes back to explaining everything his words slightly muffled against my chest but they’re still heard. 

“ this will cause problems with the fake queen” Aegon says looking at Aemond who just nods “ I know and I did not mean to cause this “ he says sniffling like a small child “ I am sorry Aegon” he says looking at him “ it’s alright brother do not panic we have protectors we have allies and I’m just glad you’re safe “ he says a small smile on his face “ we’re all glad your safe” I add looking down at Aemond who is still holding me in his embrace “ no matter what happens we must all stick together” Aegon says looking over his siblings and then looking at me “ if war is to happen because of this then we must win” his face full of ambition and pride “ we are the blood of the dragon we will win against the bastard queen and come out victorious” 

aemond nods soon letting me go from his arms and rising from his seat “ I’m going to my chambers to get bathed and  changed” he walks out with out another word Aegon looks at us “ I shall call a council meeting in the morrow for now we must relax” he gets up walking back to our room as we follow behind him to get to our room I sit on the edge of the bed “ I hope he’s ok” I look at them concern on my face “ he’ll be fine” Aegon assures me “ get some sleep sweetling we can talk more in the morning “ helaena runs her hand over my back I lay down on the bed “ ok but wake me if he needs anything “ I say looking at them “ please “ they both nod as I pull the covers over my head curling up letting sleep swallow me. 

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I wake in the early morning to aegon and Aemond sat around the table talking to each other and helaena not present in the room I sit up slowly “ we did not wish to wake you my love so we left you to sleep” Aegon says looking over at me “ the babe seems to be growing by the day y/n motherhood suits you” Aemond says a small smile on his face “ thank you Aemond” I walk over to the table where they are sat “ the babe is lively today it seems” I say wincing at the moving bump as Aegon rests his hand on it gently “ they are a feisty little thing just like their mother” he coos looking up at me I sit on his knee sleepily resting my head on him “ go back to bed my love you are tired “ he looks at me sighing 

“ I can not sleep when the babe is restless and it’s always restless when you’re not near” I whine quietly he sighs looking at me “ me and Aemond will be leaving to the council meeting soon” I shake my head burying myself into the crook of his neck “ I never thought I’d see the day that the strongest woman I’ve ever met is so timid” Aemond smirking as he teases me chuckling to himself “Aemond do not tease her she is growing your nephew” he says looking at him sternly “ or niece” I interrupt “ or both even you never know” haelena says walking into the room she runs her hand over my head “ come back to bed sweetling I’ll lay with you” she says sweetly as she helps me up and we go back to the bed I lay in her arms as aegon and Aemond leave for the meeting.

A few minutes pass and we hear shouting from the meeting room I sit up “ who is shouting” I look at helaena worried as we listen in we hear alicent sobbing and Otto shouting at Aemond “ HOW DARE YOU YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE HIS LIFE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE CAUSED” he shouts I get up from the bed pushing through the doors to see the small council “ HE HAS PLENTY OF IDEAS WHAT HE HAS CAUSED SIR OTTO HIGHTOWER NOW PLEASE SHUT UP I AM TRYING TO REST AND CAN NOT FIND SLEEP WITH YOUR CUNTY WHINY VOICE ECHOING THROUGH THIS CASTLE ” 

I glare at him as he seems shocked at how I spoke to him I look down  at Aemond who has his head in his hands “ do not listen to him Aemond you are smart enough to understand that it was a mistake you know what it’ll cause and we are prepared for it” I rest my hand on his lowing them from his face “ now if no one else is going to stand up to this old man” I point at Otto “ then I shall stay here and do it myself” his shock turns to anger “ how dare you talk to me like that” he raises his hand as if to hit me but sir Criston steps in grabbing his wrist “ I’m under the order to protect the kings family and that includes y/n now if you proceeded to struck her you will loose a hand” he glares as a smile spreads across Aegons face as I take the seat at his side “ I am suddenly no longer tired” I sigh as he rests his hand on my thigh “ very well darling you shall stay here” he smiles more as Otto lowers his hand “ forgive me my king  I forgot my place “ he sighs staring daggers at me “ do not forget it again” Aegon snaps looking at Otto I sit through the rest of the boring meeting resting my head on the back of the chair. 

As the meeting ends I sit with Aegon as everyone leaves Aemond walks to us “ you did not need to protect me y/n I could have sort it myself “ I look up at him “ I’m sure you could have but I will not let some ancient git talk to you or anyone in the royal family like you’re nobody “ he smirks slightly resting his hand on mine“ thank you for being so protective “ he looks at me a look of pride on a face “ the blade you use in practice isn’t the sharpest weapon you possess “ he chuckles “ no my tongue is quite sharp too” I giggle as he stands back up “ I shall see you all later I’m going out” he walks to the door going to leave “ goodbye Aemond” I smile looking at him sweetly “ bye” he leaves through the door as I turn my attention back to aegon. 

“ you’re lucky you have Cole to defend you or you could have been hit” he looks at me “ you could have been in a vast amount of trouble “ I sigh rolling my eyes “ I do not care if I get into trouble aegon it would not be the first time “ he grabs my chin “ hush I will not let you be locked in the dungeon like a criminal “ I giggle at him “ you forget how I ended up in this position aegon “ he kisses me with force trying to stop me from reminding him “ I know and I will not let it happen again, you have changed since then” he runs his fingers through my hair “ I was a child aegon, I am now a woman carrying your babe I may not be your wife but I am still loyal to you if you told me to be quiet when shouting at sir Otto I would have but you didn’t so I didn’t “ I say looking at him directly in the eyes as he pulls me close “ just be more careful my love I do not want you or our child hurt” I nod resting my head on him.

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A few months pass and I’m sat in a rocking chair in the nursing with the twins as they go over what they’ve learned in their lessons talking back and forth in high valerian I listen in curiously not knowing what they’re saying but I’m fascinated with how well they’re doing it. 

Aemond walks in “Ao lanta issi doing sīr sȳrī rūsīr aōha lessons” (you two are doing so well with your lessons) he praises a smile on his face as they both look up at him “Yn ao gīmigon y/n doesn’t shifang eglie valerian don’t ao pendagon ziry’s unfair” (But you know y/n doesn’t understand high valerian don’t you think it’s unfair) he walks to me resting his hand on my shoulder “ we’re meant to be training y/n” he looks at me I shake my head taking a deep breath “ I have baby brain I’m so sorry I forgot “ I look up at him “ it’s ok i understand it’s hard work carrying a child” he rests his hand on the bump feeling as the babe kicks and moves 

“ they recognise you” I smile up at him “ I bet they’ll love you when they’re born “ he smiles “ I shall train them as I’ve done  for you” he strokes the bump gently. 

I get up out of the chair “ shall we go train then or we can do a small round here” I look at him taking the emerald engraved handled dagger that I have strapped to my thigh “ y/n I’m not gonna fight you when your in such a delicate state” he looks down at me I point the blade at him “ please “ I look up at him with wide puppy eyes he pulls his dagger out “ a small fight but we’re not gonna go mad” he looks at me “ yes sir” we start to fight playing around as the twins sit watching as we go round in circles our daggers hitting each other making clanging noises i trip Aemond up knocking him to the floor I point my blade to his throat “ I win” I giggle as the twins clap. 

I help him back up and we start again fighting for hours just for fun as he trips me up he catches me I with his other arm and points the blade at me to stop me from falling on the floor and getting hurt after we finish I sit back down on the rocking chair breathlessly “ thank you sir I had fun” I giggle looking at Aemond “ good now that’s enough for a while “ he sits next to me as he helps me strap my dagger back to my thigh before leaving. 

I lay my head back on the rocking chair as I close my eyes to rest for a while when I wake it is night and both the twins are in bed helaena is stood behind me stroking my hair “ hels” I look up at her smiling “ hey beautiful “ she coos “ you must have drifted off after your play time with Aemond” she giggles “ it was very entertaining and I’m glad he still went through with it” I smile looking at the bump smiling to myself as she cuddles me.

As we watch over the twins as they sleep we hear footsteps going down the hall and a light from a torch I look to the door as I see a rugged man open it looking in he glares in with a cruel sadistic grin as he walks in “ who are you “ I look at him grasping the knife I hide under my dress “ I am non of your fucking business “ he grabs helaena holding a blade to her neck as another man walks into the room “ who the fuck is she” he grunts “ the queen the kings wife” the man responds “ does that look like a son” he glares angrily “ no but look” he nods towards the twins as helaena sobs

 “ do not hurt them please “ she cries “ I have a necklace that’s of great value “ she takes it off passing it to one of the men I stand up “ please stop this” I look at them tears in my eyes as I put an innocent act on hiding the knife I have in my hand “ who the fuck is she” he snaps looking at me “ i don’t know the kings whore” he glares at me “ why dose it matter” the other man walks towards the twins and loos over them “ which one is a boy they look the same” he says looking at us “ the mother knows tell us or I’ll slit your throat “ he demands as helaena quivers in fear he lets go of helaena letting her point at jaehaerys 

I knock the blade out the man’s hand and plunge my dagger into his neck as the other takes his chance to stab jaehaerys “ NO” I scream out charging at the man knocking him down as he pulls out his blade from the small boy and slashes at me trying to defend himself i slit his wrists enough to get him to be too weak to attack but to bleed out slowly i have cuts too down my arms and legs and a small slashes on my cheek but other than that i remain unharmed i rush to jaehaerys holding his bleeding wound in his side as he cries in pain “ its ok little one you’re ok” i put pressure on the wound “ hels take jaehara to your mother and get the maester” I look at her as she picks the girl up rushing out I keep my hold on jaeharys his blood coating my hand tears dripping down my face “ no no no it’s ok stay with me jaehaerys” I hold him close as his tiny body grows weaker in my arms I sob violently keeping him close to my warmth and in my embrace.

the kings guard rush into the room taking in the gruesome sight as the maester pushes through the crowd and goes to jaehaerys tending to the deep gash in his side “ poor boy has lost a lot of blood “ he says as I stroke the small boys head “ he will live won’t he maester” tears stain my face “ for now but he will be weak” he says looking at my bloodied state “ we must pray for him” I nod eagerly wanting to do anything to make the boy better once jaeherys is stitched up the maester turns his attention to my cuts stitching them up and then taking a second to check on the babe who is lively at this moment “ the babe is still well and your cuts will heal but they may scar” I nod looking at him “ thank you maester” tears still dripping down my face as I watch the man who is still alive with slit wrists get dragged off by the kings guard “ Aegon will have fun killing him” my tone is cold watching the man “ he deserves no mercy after what he has tried to do” I say sitting back next to jaehaerys taking my place with my hands clasped together as I take myself to pray. 

A few minutes pass and Aegon pushes his way into the room staring at the scene “is he alive” he stutters out his hands shaking “ he is” I say my voice quiet “ but he is weak” Aegon collapses next to me running his hands over jaehaerys cheek “ my poor boy my baby boy “ he sobs holding him “ please get better sweetling sleep well” he kisses his forehead holding him close “ where is jaehara” he looks at me in panick “ with hels and your mother” I rest my head on him “ I’m so sorry I couldn’t stop him from hurting him” he pulls me into his arms “ it’s not your fault you did what you could” he coos against my head running his hands over the cuts on my body “ is the babe ok” he rests his hand on the bump “ they’re healthy” I reassure him looking up at him “ I left  one of the men who did this alive for you to take your revenge “ I look at him he kisses my head again “ it can wait” he sighs holding me close to his chest until we are forced to leave the room by the maester. 

We go to alicents chambers meeting heleana in there she’s sat in the floor cradling a sobbing jaehara “ is he ok” she sniffles looking up at us “ he is alive but needs rest” I assure her resting my hand on her shoulder she nods hugging me “ thank the gods you were there or he’d be dead and the men would have gotten away” she cries into me “ I’m so sorry you had to see it all hels” Aegon says kissing her forehead as he takes jaehara into his arms cuddling her alicent looks at me eyeing up the scars I’ve gained and the way I hold my bump running my hand over it “ you did so well y/n” she walks to me hugging me “ thank you for being the girl that walked through them doors all them years ago gods knows what a mess our family would be without you” she says holding me close “ I’m just doing my job” I say sitting down resting my feet we all end up staying in her room the rest of the night never really sleeping just talking and distracting from the constant fear that came from tonight’s events. 

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As the sun starts to rise I get up and go straight back to jaehaerys’ bed side as I get to the door I can hear him crying “ don’t cry sweet boy” I walk in crouching beside him “ y/n please don’t let me die” I scoop him into my arms “ I shall never let death get his grubby hands on you sweetling do not worry” he snuggles into me as I cuddle him “ you’re such a brave boy” I kiss his forehead gently “ my bad dream came true” he looks up at me “ I dreamt that we’d be attacked and I ended up dead” he says tears welling in his eyes “ hush now child it’s ok I’ve got you “ I bush my fingers through his silver hair “ you’re looking stronger already “ I smile as aegon pushes into the room. 

“ my boy” he smiles seeing jaehaerys awake “ papa” he says reaching out for him I pass him over into aegons arms as he cradles him he eyes up the bandages that cover his ribs that are soaked and needing changing “ y/n get the maesters or atleast some clean bandages” he looks at me and I nod walking past him kissing his cheek before I leave.

I go down to the maesters office knocking on the door as the doors open i call out “ maester jaeherys needs his bandages changed please come” I look at him with wide eyes as he stands collecting resources “ why do you care for the child so much you’re not his mother” he asks in a bitter tone “ I may not have birthed him but I have been there watching that child grow both in and out the womb he comes from the blood of my lovers and I will never let anything happen to such a kind creature” I look at him “ now are you gonna come help him or are you going to piss around for hours” he turns to me red face as he pushes past me and walks to the nursery with a bag full of resources. 

I follow after him getting to the nursery to see the maester undoing the boys bandage the stitched up wound is bruised and looks painful but it is healing “ you’ve healed well jaehaerys there’s no sign of infection “ I smile as the boy looks up at me as the maester cleans the wound making him wince baring teeth I hold his little hand gently “ you’re doing so well” I whisper quietly as the maester finishes up and start to bandage it “ there all clean” he says standing up “ if he continues at this rate the boy will be fine” I smile “ thank you maester” he turns away to leave but then turns “ oh i need to tell you I was instructed last night to treat a man in the dungeons who had slit wrists by lord strong he said something about keeping him alive longer” my face turns cold “ he should have just left him to die slowly that man is the one who caused all this” Aegon comes up behind me holding me he covers my mouth with his hand “ thank you maester you may leave “ he insists holding me close resting his head atop of mine “ don’t stress my love it’ll let us have our fun later” he places a kiss on my head as I lean back on him “ fine “ I grumble slightly I look back down at jaehaerys who is laying down on the bed comfortable I get up and get his favourite dragon toy and bring it to him “ you’re a dragon jaehaerys you’re powerful and strong remember that” i kiss his forehead placing the toy in his hand before I leave. 

I stand outside the door waiting for aegon I hear him talking to jaehaerys gently telling him how he’s doing so well and just needs to rest till he’s better before kissing his head and leaving him to rest I look at sir Criston who is stood with me looking into the room “ I thought it was your job to protect the kings family sir Criston “ I look at him tears present in my eyes “ where were you” i raise my voice slightly “ I was not on duty last night “ he says voice wavering slightly “ who was on duty” he looks down at me sadness in his eyes “ I do not know y/n but I will find out and they will be punished believe me” I nod bowing my head “ thank you sir Criston your loyalty will not be ignored believe me“ I go on my tiptoes kissing his cheek before Aegon walks out and takes my hand “ come y/n we have a rat to punish” I look at him smiling slightly “ will hels be joining us” he shakes his head “ she is not one for violence but she’ll understand why it was needed to happen” I rest my head on his shoulder as we walk off. 

We go down into the murky dungeons where  lord larys strong is stood by the steps he looks at me “ this is no place for a lady y/n especially one in such a delicate state” he says voice full of concern “ do not worry for me my lord I will be fine” I smile sweetly at him “ may we see the prisoner” Aegon says a cruel smile on his face “ if course your grace” he starts to walk towards one of the cells I look around remembering what it was like the first time I was in the keep I stare into the dark distance a small smile in my face Aegon rests his hand on my shoulder “‘are you alright my love” I look up at him “ im ok this place just holds some memories for me” he kisses my cheek holding me close “ what do you mean this place holds memories” larys raises  an eyebrow looking down at me it gives me goosebumps as I look at him Aegon steps in looking at larys “ that’s not important to you now let’s get to the point of this trip” larys leads us to the furthest dungeon as he opens the door we both step inside the man is sat on the floor chained to the floor. 

I look down at the man “ hello again” my voice cold making direct eye contact with the man as aegon steps behind me holding a mace “I was hired by daemon Targaryen he payed us half now half after the job was done” he blurts out quivering looking up at both me and Aegon I look back at Aegon “ who was the other man” he questions “ a rat catcher I don’t know his name but he’s gone now because of your lady friend “ he looks at be I give him a small smug smile “ what did you expect the man was holding a knife to my dear helaena I would not let anyone hurt her” I scoff looking down at the man as Aegon kisses my shoulder “ hush my love listen to what the cunt has to say” he whisper in my ear I can hear the anger in his voice as he listens to the gold cloak who’s cowering beneath us “ are you gonna hurt me” he speaks out his body trembling aegon crouches down in front of the man “ why wouldn’t we after what you’ve done” his voice is low and cold I look at Aegon with excitement as he rises back to his feet and swings the mace hitting him over and over again the man’s blood splattering over both of our clothes and the floor I watch wide eyed a smile etched onto my face as Aegon steps back I look up at him back at the man he’s not dead but is barely alive at this point “ he’s still breathing my love” Aegon runs his hand over the cuts on my cheek “your turn” he places the mace in my hands it’s very heavy and I struggle to lift it in one hand as I support my bump with the other but I lift it as much as I can before swinging it down hitting the man straight in the head then repeating it till the man is just a pile of bloodied bones and flesh on the floor no longer recognisable as a man. 

I drop the mace to the floor rushing to the bucket in the corner throwing up suddenly “ fuck” I mutter aegon rushes to me running his hand up and down my back “ you did so well” he praises holding my hair out my face as I throw up more larys looks at the remains of the man “ you don’t seem to have a very strong stomach for someone who enjoys such activities” he turns to me and aegon “ I am fine I can deal with blood it’s just the babe making my stomach churn at such sights I will be fine” I sigh as we walk out the dungeons both of us covered in blood as we return to the main castle. 

As we enter our chamber helaena is sat with jaehara on her lap as she reads to her she looks up at us a look of shock on her face as she sees the blood that is splattered against our clothes and skin “ run along jaehara go to your brother “ she says softly as she places her on the ground and stands up walking towards us “ what have you done “

She looks over us both a look of horror in her eyes “ we did what had to be done “ Aegon says kissing her cheek gently “ to protect our family” she nods “ I shall have the maids run you both a bath” 

she says walking past us to the maids “ hels” I look at her “ do not be angry the man was better of dead anyway “ I say holding her hand in mine “ I understand but why did you have to do it this could have harmed you or the babe essentially after last nights events” she says voice upset as she pulls her hand away from me placing it on the bump “ we are both strong my love” I smile at her as she moves her hand to my cheeks she places a gentle kiss on my lips before going to get the maids. 

“ she’s seems upset” i look up at aegon “ she is  just worried about you” he cuddles me gently kissing my neck “she’ll get over it soon trust me” he rests his hands on the bump as he unlaces my dress from the front letting it slip from my body he moves us to look into the large mirror “ you’re so beautiful like this all bloody with a swollen belly “ he kisses my neck “not long now till you’ll bring our beautiful babe into the world” I smile looking up at him I go on my tiptoes kissing his jaw playfully “ I love you “ I mumble against his skin taking in his scent as he holds me close “ I love you more”.

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Months pass and I’m laying alone in our chambers aegon and Aemond are away at war helaena is at the sept with alicent when I feel my water break i stay on the bed taking deep breaths “ no no no not now please sweet child wait until they’re home please “ I hold the bump as I feel an agonising amount of discomfort i force myself to get up and waddle to the door where two kings guard are positioned “ I’m sorry to interrupt you sir reyne sir estermont but I believe i may be in labour” I look up at them “ when will aegon be back “ I look up them tears watering in my eyes “ I’m sorry my lady but he won’t be back for a few days“ 

I have an extreme pain shooting through me and I grab onto the guards arm for support “ no no no please not now” I sob “ why does this have to happen when no one is here “ the guard helps me back to the bed as the other goes to get the maester “ please don’t leave me sir martyn reyne “ I hold onto his arm tightly refusing to let go “ I can not stay while you’re giving birth my lady it would be inappropriate “ I sob shaking my head “ please sir do not leave i can not do this alone “ he looks down at me he strokes my hair out of my face “ I will not stay as a kings guard but as a friend to aegon” i look up at him “ thank you sir you’ll be rewarded for your kindness “ I say through deep breaths as the maester and midwives rush in crowding around me I cling onto sir martyn reyne’s arm tightly as they all fuss over me saying words I don’t understand shouting back and forth at each other. 

Hours pass and the pain has just worsens and sir martyn reyne is still by my side as I am instructed to start pushing I lay back screaming as I push with my full strength “ your doing so well y/n” he says as I squeeze his hand as I push more sweat and tears dripping down my face as I push more suddenly the door opens and helaena pushes into the room “ thank you martyn reyne I shall take your place now I’m here” he nods and moves letting her take his place “ hels thank the gods” I sob as she holds my hand kissing my forehead “ I would never let you go through this alone my love” she holds me close as I push more screaming and whaling. 

Hours pass and I throw my head back crying uncontrollably feeling so weak “ I can’t do it I can’t” she runs her hand through my hair “ you can do this y/n you’re stronger than any of us “ she says softly as a midwife looks at helaena “ we can see the head your grace she needs to keep pushing” I shake my head my body trembling with weakness “ not much more my love please “ I lay my head back on her as take a deep breath pushing more through gritted teeth I let out a agonising scream when finally I hear a baby crying I look down seeing a baby in the maesters arms

 “ congratulations it’s a boy” he cuts the cord passing the babe into my arms I cradle her watching his tiny face twist as he cries i hold the babe close a few minutes pass as I feel a sudden pain shoot through me again and I scream out “ what’s happening is it the afterbirth ” helaena sits up looking at the midwife “ no your grace it appears lady y/n is having twins” I look in shock “ what no I can’t do it again” helaena wipes my tears “ you can do it my love “ she holds my hand as I go back to pushing I feel extremely ripping pains bellow as I sob pushing getting more and more exhausted an hour passes and the babe is finally out tiny and frail as it screams in the maesters arms “ a girl “ he smiles placing her in helaenas arms “ I did warn you that twins seem to run in the family” she looks at me as I sink into the bed giving into exhaustion.

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When I wake the sun is rising in the distance the babes have been placed in a small cot next to the bed as I sit up looking into it I smile at the sight of their tiny faces so relaxed and calm I gently run my hands over their delicate pale skin cooing quietly “ my sweet little ones” I smile as the boy grabs my finger holding it tightly “ such a strong lad” I giggle helaena walks behind me she wraps her arms around me “ they’re beautiful just like you” she kisses my cheek “ they have their fathers hair” I smile looking at them as they sleep “ have you heared anything from aegon “ I look back at her worrying “ nothing but we sent word of the babes birth he may return soon” I rest my head on her closing my eyes “ I shall wait for him to return to name them “ “ are you sure my love “she asks gently peppering kisses along my jaw as I nod. 

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Days pass and I sit by the window watching the sky with my twins in my arms as I feed them from my own breast and spoil them as much as I can when I finally spot a dragon I stand up “ hels a dragon look a dragon” I get excited seeing a second following close behind “ they’re home hels home safe” tears swell in my eyes “ come on y/n let us meet them at the dragon pit” she walks to me resting her hand on my low back as if to lead me. 

as we walk in to the dragon pit the babes start fussing as the air turns cold and dark I bounce them gently up and down shushing them finally I see sunfyre lowing into the pit and aegon hops off “ we heared the news and turned back as soon as we could” he rushes to us his armour slightly burnt and damaged  but Aegon is completely unharmed “ thank the gods you’re ok” helaena wraps her arms around him as he hugs her back in his arms his eyes fall to the babes in my arms “ twins” he smiles “ I have not named them yet” I look at him sweetly as I walk closer to him 

As Aemond makes his way into the pit he hears helaena announce “ a girl and a boy” heleana sounds proud looking across at me “ she did so well in the birth “ she smiles as Aegon takes the small boy into his arms “ that is good it shows how strong of a woman you are” Aemond says looking at the babes in our arms “ they shall grow to be as strong and powerful as you and my brother but they’ll also hold the beauty you possess “ he smiles at me as I bow my head slightly .

There’s a brief moment of silence that’s broken by the whines of the babe in aegons arms “ have you got any names” he looks at me “ we were talking I think haesella for the girl” I look at him smiling “ lovely name for a beautiful Targaryen girl” he says looking at the girl who sleeps peacefully in my arms “ I wanted you to name the boy” I say sweetly looking at aegons face light up “ mealor” he says cuddling the little boy in his arms pride on his face “ this is a great day full of victory and successes we should celebrate “ he kisses my cheek as we walk back to the keep for a night full of celebrations. 

[101-blueberry-101]

𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨 (𝐀𝐤𝐤𝐮𝐧)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Atsushi Sendo (Akkun) x fem! shy reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Swearing

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: with the help of your bestie, Hinata Tachibana, you find a way to confess to your crush.

Set in 2005 during the time when the Miso Middle Five are forced to fight in Kiyomasa’s fight club.

“H-Hinata-chan! wait!” Hinata Tachibana has been your best friend since primary school. You were shy and so it was difficult to make friends, but she just waltzed up to you and declared that you two were friends.

From that day forward she told you everything and you the same, which just so happened to lead to this one horrible moment.

“Hinata-chan please leave it! I’ll just stay lonely forever” you said in a somewhat hushed voice as you tried yet failed to pull her back.

“Oh, come on y/n, Takemichy-kun is friends with him so I’ll just go ask him” Hinata said, a smile plastered on her face as she marched her way over to the Mizo Middle Five.

y/n have a little squeak seeing that they were just a few feet away. She quickly let go of Hinata and went to hide close by, scared of what Hinata was gonna ask and Embarrassed by his answer.

“Hello!” Hinata jumped in front of them, causing Takemichy to burst out all happy and flustered stumbling over his words.

“Sorry Takemichi-kun but I’m not here for you right now” Hinata said holding a hand up towards him, crushing his soul. “I’m here on strict girl business” Takemichi’s friends laughed at him.

“You” the boys stopped laughing as Hinata pointed to their leader. “You’re Sendo Atsushi right?”

“Uh yeah?” Akkun, as everyone called him, looked at her confused.

Hinata stared at him for a bit, “what’s your dream girl?” the boys stopped, and y/n visibly cringed peeking to look at the boys from where she was hiding.

“What! Hina Noooo!”Takemichi cried, “please don’t leave meee!”

Hinata giggled at him, “it’s ok silly, I told you I’m here on strict girl business remember?” Takemichi whipped his tears. “Now you!” She looked back at Akkun waiting for an answer.

“Uhm, well I guess I really like a girl with long hair and a nice personality” Hinata nodded listening.

“oh and don’t forget big boobs” Makoto said making weird gestures.

“you perverts!” Hinata yelled before Slapping Akkun hard.

“Man, why did I get slapped?” He said rubbing his cheek as he stared and watched as Hinata walked away grabbing someone who was hiding behind a wall.

“Haha” The group laughed, “You got a feisty one there Takemitchy” Said man grumbled saying not to say that.

“c’mon y/n” Hinata grabbed the girl dragging her away, “hmph! all those boys, except for Takemitchy, are all perverts!”

“h-huh! but no, Sendo isn’t like that” she said. “but what did he say?” y/n asked curiously.

Hinata stayed quiet for a moment, before sighing and telling her what he said. “I don’t know what you see in them”

“I only like Akkun, the others kinda scare me and make me nervous. Actually they all make me nervous” y/n gave a little chuckle.

‘so he likes long hair?’ y/n thought to herself, her hands absentmindedly going to her hair running her fingers through it.

*ring*

“Ah, guess we better get going to class now” y/n said quietly as Hinata nodded her head.

“I’ll see you after class! bye bye!” the two skied before parting ways.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

“Now that I’m thinking about it, is there anyone you guys got the hots for? I know I’d totally hit that girl in math, uhh what’s her name?” Yamagishi said as the rest of them laughed.

“You’re totally not a ladies man, can’t even remember a girls name?” Akkun said shaking his head.

“Yeah well what about you huh? it was Tachibana who asked you the question” the others agreed with him.

“I dunno. Never really thought about it” He said leaning back in his chair.

“well if you had to pick one?” Makoto said, joining Yamagishi in his questioning towards Akkun.

“why’s it so important huh?” he said, “But, I guess if I had to pick one, it’d be y/n”.

“Hmmm, y/n- oh! she’s the one in history with the big boobs right?” (sorry if you don’t) Yamagishi said earning a slap over the back of his head.

“Don’t say it like that man!” Akkun looked at him sternly as Yamagishi rubbed the back of his head.

“right, my bad” he said sheepishly.

A silence fell over the group, “also I’ll be the one fighting today” the boys stayed silent looking down slightly.

“heh, you guys doubting my skills” Akkun said trying to lighten their spirits.

“yeah right! you’re totally gonna win today” one of them said

“that’s why you’re our leader”

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

It was now late in the night and cram school had finally ended. y/n was walking down the long road, hoping to be in the comforts of her home soon.

“Damn, that son of bitch really did a number on me” y/n stopped in her tracks hearing an all to familiar voice. She came to the top of a said of stairs leading down towards the voice.

“Sendo?” She said quietly, seeing his plum hair.

“oh, L/N hey” He said turning to look at her with a smile on his face. His face that was bloodied and bruised.

“Ah! oh my! are you ok” she quickly hurried down the stairs, to come face to face with him. Her shyness going away for a second as she grabbed his face checking over him.

“what happened?” she asked worriedly as he stared at her with wide eyes. She paused before taking her hands back, “I’m sorry i didn’t mean to!” she quickly bowed as he gave a light hearted laugh.

“it’s fine, and I’m ok.” he said flashing her a smile.

“But you’re covered in blood and your face is all bruised” she looked at him sadly.

‘Hm, I want to help but I don’t know how. what would Hinata do’ y/n thought to herself.

“Hmph!” Akkun looked at her confused, before he felt a harsh tug on his wrist.

y/n feeling a burst of confidence had grabbed his hand and began dragging the boy away.

“ah? I’m ok really L/N” he said sheepishly.

“well- e-even if you are, I’m still going to help you” she said. “My house isnt to far from here so I’ll take you there and wash that blood off you”

“thanks” He smiled at her, “oh Also you don’t have to call me Sendo” she turned back to him confused.“earlier you called me Sendo”

“oh. well ok, then you can call me y/n to make it fair” she said turning away from him her face flushed red as she continued to tug him along.

Akkun smiled looking up to the sky as he shoved his other hand into his pocket.

“I really like you” y/n paused.

“h-huh?!” y/n let go of his hand turning to look at him. “y-you like me?!”

“hah sorry-” “-why?” the two stared at each other.

“what do you mean why-” “-why are you sorry” the two stopped and laughed.

“Of course I like you” Akkun turned away and scratched the back of his neck, “you’re really sweet and kind” Akkun smiled at her. “sorry guess it’s kind of out of the blue”

y/n once again grabbed his hand and began dragging him back in their path. “I-I like you to!” y/n said not daring to look at him as she felt her shyness come back making her all nervous.

Akkun stared at her wide eyed, “so if I like you and you like me, does that mean you maybe wanna be my girlfriend?” he asked making y/n’s face flushed red as a darker shade of red.

She nodded unable to speak. Akkun chuckled “sweet”

Hey! sorry if there not a lot of like romance and stuff but I tried my best! hope you guys liked it!!

[chrissv4mp]

i'll love you 'til the day that i die! MATT S.

summary: you and matt have been frenemies since the 8th grade. when you both go to homecoming, you get picked for homecoming queen, and chris is your king. matt can't help but storm outside of the school angrily.

pairing: matt sturniolo × fem!reader

warnings/topics: arguments, vulgar language, fluff, sorta angst, confessions, highschool au, etc.

a/n: LOVE THIS SONG SMSMSMS also this probably makes no sense towards the end cause i was purely running on 2 bottles of water😖

"matt," you exclaimed, running into his room without any warning.

he jumped a little, eyes snapping toward the direction of his bedroom door.

you took a seat at his desk, pushing yourself toward his bed with your feet before spinning around to face him.

"why do you have so much energy this early in the morning?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he had just woken up a few minutes ago.

"cause, i just got big news? and, sorry for being so happy to see you?" you joked, rolling your eyes and leaning back in the chair.

matt hummed in curiosity, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it look better, "and what's the news?"

you almost couldn't stay still, changing the way you were sitting every moment or so.

"i got nominated for homecoming queen!" you all but yelled, making matt flinch slightly at the loud noise.

his smile was small, but very smug as if he was gonna say something to bring you down.

he could never shut his mouth whenever you brought up something good that happened to you, he always had to one-up you.

"cool, cool, but i've gotten nominated for homecoming king like years in a row. it's nothing big to be nominated once," he shrugged, keeping direct eye contact with you and watching as your face contorted into a subtle look of sadness.

your frown was small, and if matt hadn't been the one to trigger it, then he probably wouldn't have noticed.

he always did this, and you should've been used to it by now. but, god, did matt know how to push your buttons.

"yeah, well, i didn't see your name on there this time. you're not someone special, y'know?" you laughed, trying to hide your frustration.

matt's grin only widened at your words, "huh. well, it'll be there by tonight. those girls can't resist my charm, not even you, y/n."

"shut up. nobody wants a homecoming king that's an asshole to every girl he meets." you groaned, crossing your arms over each other.

"maybe, but you're the only girl i dislike at the school." matt bit back, leaning against his headboard as he stared you down.

you let out a quiet huff, looking around his room and letting your eyes land on the corkboard he had on the wall opposite his closet.

there were letters, pictures, and polaroids of all of his friends. and in one corner, there was a polaroid of you and him at the beach.

there was writing below it, 'i want u to stay 'till i'm in the grave<3' it was in dark blue sharpie.

your lips upturned into a small smile. he didn't hate you. he never really could, even if he tried.

"doesn't seem like you dislike me," you broke the silence, pointing over at the board.

matt's smile dropped, and his face flushed a soft pink color as he sat up straight. "just get out, would you!"

you giggled to yourself as you got off his chair, not forgetting to give him the middle finger before closing his door and walking back down the hall.

nick looked up from the sink as he heard your footsteps walking past the kitchen, turning around to look at you.

"bye, y/n," he smiled softly, waving over at you and accidently splashing water on the kitchen counter.

"see you later, nick," you smiled, waving back before resuming your walk down the stairs and out of the house.

"birds of a feather," chris said, breaking the silence between the four of you.

nick raised an eyebrow, looking to the side to see if chris was talking to him.

the younger boy was pointing over at you and matt, at the opposite end of the booth you all were sitting at.

"what?" matt laughed over the loud chatter of the cafeteria, crossing his arms before looking over at you.

you were confused just as he was, staring over at chris with an unsure look on your face, "right... and what are you yapping on about this time?"

chris looked dumbfounded, staring at the three of you in disbelief as he scoffed, "you guys seriously don't know that saying? i thought you were older than me."

"by, like, 2 seconds?" nick said, leaning on the table as he picked at the cafeteria food with a plastic fork.

chris punched his brother softly, rolling his eyes before explaining, "birds of a feather flock together, it basically means you guys are alike in one way or another."

matt laughed, looking over at you before giving his attention back to chris, "we are nothing alike, trust me. she's horrible at communicating, and i'm amazing at it. i'm popular. she's not."

"yeah, he's stupid, and i'm smart. remind me how we're alike, again?" matt looked away at your remark, silently mocking you.

"look at your outfits right now, if i didn't know any better i would think you guys are matching." chris pointed out, nodding his head in your direction.

nick nodded, "he's right, you guys look like a couple."

both yours and matts face flushed bright pink, and you looked seperate ways, embarrassment washing over the two of you.

"yeah, more like a couple of friends." you forced out, looking back up at nick and chris.

nick raised his eyebrows, looking away.

"and not to mention the many times you both have said the same phrase. like, tell me you hang out too much without telling me you hang out too much?" chris joked, laughing at himself.

nick chuckled quietly, nodding his head in agreement with his brothers.

"that's a coincidence." you mumbled, sitting up straight.

"it's happened more than i can count, i don't think it's a coincidence of any sort." nick said, looking over at matt, who just dragged his hands down his face.

"well, whatever. not like it's gonna last forever," matt said, and before anyone could reply, he stood up and left to his next class.

the bell rang a few seconds after, and you, nick, and chris gave each other confused looks.

"sorry, y/n. he's probably just had a rough day, i promise you he doesn't mean it." nick reassured you, reaching over the table to hold your hand.

he left a few moments later, and chris stayed with you.

"don't take it to heart, 'kay?" chris muttered softly, smiling at you.

you nodded, and chris began to add on, "i've seen him cry over you. he tells me he doesn't know why. all he says is that he doesn't think he could love you more than he already does."

nodding, smiling softly before watching chris get up and leave. now it was just you and your thoughts at the table alone.

huh. who would've thought matthew sturniolo, one of the most popular guys at school, would be crying over you, quiet, kept to herself, y/n l/n?

you couldn't tease him about it, you did the same thing for him. you always cried over matt, not even knowing why because he had never really hurt you.

you always just sobbed to nick about how you would love him 'til the day that he dies. and after those words registered in your head, you only cried more at the thought of matt dying.

but those nights, you were usually drunk or super high. nick always knew how to calm you down, though, he was always there for you whenever you needed.

matt had also occasionally been there for you in your lowest times, never hesitating to break the speed limit getting to your house.

he always confronted the boys that had stood you up, never let anyone talk bad about you or even give you dirty looks. even if he didn't consider you a friend, you thought of him as one.

"i just don't understand," matt whispered shakily as he looked up at the night sky, stars scattered all around and lighting the place around in just the slightest.

you sat next to him, fingers playing with the blanket the both of you were on, "what don't you understand?"

he shrugged, "i don't understand how anyone could love me."

your neck snapped in his direction, eyes widening a little as a million thoughts came to your mind.

you wanted him to see how he looked in your eyes. he was the funniest, most handsome, kind boy you have ever met (even if he did occasionally tick you off).

you wanted him to know how many subtle compliments you gave him that he never noticed, but still took.

but then again, you wanted to just tell him how he was so full of shit. he knew that anyone and everyone was capable of loving him.

he knew that he could get anyone wrapped around his finger in less than a week. hell, he sure got you wrapped around his finger in just a matter of 2 days.

"i just don't get what people see in me. sometimes i just want to quit everything i do at the thought of it." matt added, finally turning his head to look at you.

your gaze softened as he looked you in the eyes, a subtle look of concern plastered on your face as you reached out to pat his shoulder.

"don't be stupid, matthew. i think that if anyone even glanced in your direction, they would instantly fall in love. you're all any girl would want."

matt smiled, and you reached over to move his hair to see his face better. he was truly beautiful. you couldn't ever get tired of the sight of him.

"you really think that?" matt asked, and there was just the tiniest hint of smugness in his voice.

you nodded, tilting your head to see matt better in the pale moonlight.

"i do," you whispered, and before matt could speak, you cut him off, "and don't ruin this moment with one of your stupid remarks, matthew."

matt's lips parted, but he chose to stay silent. he was grateful for moments like this with you, when it was just you two alone and nobody else.

he loved being alone with you, especially late at night when you guys would have these deep talks. no words spoken here would ever leave, neither of you would bring those topics up.

it was a nice feeling, one that made him feel safe and secure in your presence.

as the months passed by and new memories with you were made, matt felt like you were slowly creeping into his heart, invading all of his senses.

all he could think about was you now, and he couldn't ever get you out of his head. not even when he was in boston, more than 2,000 miles away from you.

it came so fast, and you almost couldn't believe that you were standing outside of your high-school with your best friends, all dressed formally.

you were wearing a satin dark blue dress that went down to your knees, while matt and chris were wearing suits and ties.

matt's suit was navy blue, his dress pants being white to match with chris, who was wearing a white suit and navy blue dress pants.

nick wore an all blue suit, his tie being the only white thing on his outfit besides from his collared shirt he wore underneath the suit.

"holy shit, you're stunning, y/n!" nick exclaimed, stretching his arms out before you hugged him tightly.

he smiled into your hair, patting your back before pulling away from your embrace.

"talk about stunning, look at yourself, nicolas! you look amazing, blue looks beautiful on you." you complimented, smiling up at him before walking to stand beside him.

he interlocked your arms, and you finally got the chance to look over matt and chris' suits.

"we look better than you guys ever could," matt said, swinging his arm over chris' shoulder and pulling him closer.

chris smiled, nodding in agreement as he wrapped his arm around matt's waist.

"i don't know, y/n's dress might beat us." the younger boy shrugged, to which matt rolled his eyes at.

"you tell yourselves whatever you want, we're gonna go inside to get the night started," nick stated, pushing past chris and matt and purposely shoving matt playfully.

the two brunette boys weren't slow to follow you and nick, chris rushing in front of you to hold the door open.

when the four of you got intonthe gym, it immediately felt like you guys were gonna have the best night ever.

the lighting was a darker blue, illuminating all the bodies beneath it and capturing every small movement the kids made.

"wow," you whispered, and nick echoed you.

"hello, and welcome, los angeles lions to our 34th annual homecoming dance!" madi exclaimed into the microphone, her eyes scanning the paper she was holding.

the school cheered in excitement, and chris screamed out an encouragement for madi.

she smiled at all the familiar faces before leaning into the microphone to read from the paper again, "these past few weeks have been a little chaotic with all of the new nominees for both homecoming queen, and homecoming king, and tonight won't be any less chaotic."

"now, i'm honored to welcome up on stage the nominees for homecoming queen," madi spoke before flipping the paper over to the other side.

she read over the names, and a big smile came to her face when her eyes landed on the first one.

"please welcome up to the stage y/n l/n," she said, her smile frowing impossibly wider.

chris and nick shoved you around playfully before you finally came to your senses and ran up to the stage. it was an unreal experience, being one of the nominees, you felt like you couldn't compare to any of the other girls.

"alahna estrella," madi said, reading a few more names over the loud cheering of the students before she moved onto the boys.

the gym went silent once madi announced that she would be calling up the boys for homecoming king, now.

"now, i'm very happy to call up to the stage one of the very popular sturniolo triplets..."

matt got ready to walk up to the stage, but when the name fell from madi's mouth, he froze in shock.

"christopher sturniolo!" she said happily, clapping along with the other students.

your eyes widened at the sound of chris' name being called, and you clapped for him.

nick watched as chris made his way up the stairs onto the stage, yelling out his name and clapping for his brother.

matt clapped slowly, the realization that he wouldn't get to be the homecoming king washing over him. whatever, it didn't matter anyway because he already had 3 crowns from past years.

more names were called, and even nate was invited up to the stage as a nominee for homecoming king.

when the crowd settled down, madi had began to speak again, "now, the announcement that we've all been waiting for... this year's homecoming king is.."

madi's eye widened in surprise before she smiled big and read off his name, "christopher sturniolo!"

matt sighed, clapping for his brother. he was happy sure, but then again he was jealous. things always went his way, and he just wasn't ready for this happen.

was he being selfish?

after chris was crowned homecoming king, he stood beside madi up on the stage, smiling big at all the students of his high-school.

"and, for your homecoming queen. this year's homecoming queen is y/n l/n!" madi said, clapping proudly at you as she watched you get crowned.

you couldn't believe it. it felt surreal, like you were in a dream you couldn't wake up from. as you walked over to chris, he pulled you into a huge hug, muttering a quiet, "congratulations." into your ear.

madi took yours and chris' hand as she walked back up to the mic, bringing all of your hands into the air as she yelled out into the microphone.

"please give big love to our new homecoming king and queen, y/n and chris!"

the students cheered, some jumping up and down out of excitement as they screamed their hearts out.

matt huffed angrily, jumping out of his seat before pushing his way past multiple people to get to the exit.

he didn't go unnoticed by you, your eyes following him as he stormed out of the gymnasium.

you were surprised the door hadn't made a sound, it looked like he slammed into the door without even flinching.

"shit," you whispered, worry flashing over your features.

as soon as you got off stage, you ran out of the gym, ignoring all of the people who tried to congratulate you on your way down.

you ran outside of the school, turning every way to try and spot matt. when you did, his eyes locked with yours.

he was sat on the sidewalk, a streetlight illuminating his face as the spotlights had done inside.

you ran over to him, taking a seat next to him and scooting close to him.

it was silent for a few minutes. the two of you just absorbed in all of your thoughts about what just happened.

"congratulations on homecoming queen, i'm happy for you." matt said, looking over into your eyes.

you smiled, "thanks."

"sorry you weren't nominated, i thought you would have been considering you have been every other year." you apologized, and matt shook his head softly.

it wasn't just that, it was the fact that his brother was your homecoming king. it was the knowledge that matt would never get to be your king.

it was the fact that he would never get to be yours.

"i'm sorry, i just can't do this anymore, y/n." matt stood up from his spot, and you looked up at him.

you raised an eyebrow, worry still lingering in your head from matt's earlier outburst, "what? you can't do what?"

you stood up next, now face to face with the boy you both hated and loved the most.

"i just don't understand what we are, what i mean to you and what you even think of me. you keep giving me these fucking mixed signals and i don't know how to interpret them!" matt held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples in an effort to calm himself down.

you swore you felt your heart shatter at his words. maybe this wasn't gonna be the best night you've ever had.

"what- mixed signals? i.. matt, what are you talking about?" you thought you knew what he was getting at, but as the words came out of your mouth, the thoughts fled from your mind.

matt muttered inaudible words before he finally spoke clearly, "you keep pushing me away and then pulling me back again, and i don't know what to do, y/n."

"do you want me, or am i just some guy you're toying with to get popularity? one minute you're nice and you have my back, and the next you're so fucking cold it's like i'm not even there, like you don't even care about me."

your eyebrows furrowed, he was explaining exactly how he made you feel.

"don't be a hypocrite, matt. i don't even act that way, you're explaining exactly what you make me think. i have all these thoughts and ideas i want to share with you, but when i do, you come over and push them down. why would i even want popularity? i don't give a shit about it, matt!"

"why do you do this to me, seriously?" your voice cracked, and only then did matt realize you were crying.

he groaned, taking small paces back and forth as he breathed heavily.

when he stopped, he was right in front of you, gaze soft as he stared into your e/c eyes.

"because i love you," he finally spilled it, and he didn't regret it. not at all.

the look on your face was not at all what he was expecting. he thought you might he disgusted or even angry.

"don't act so surprised, y/n." he said quietly, cupping your face with his hands.

they were cold, but you still leaned into his touch as he wiped away your tears.

he pulled you closer to him, and you ended up in his arms as you began to calm down. "god, i hate you, matt."

"yeah? well i'll love you 'till the day that i die." he muttered softly.

you laughed quietly, punching him playfully before pulling away.

he stayed silent, a soft smile on his face. as he continued to stare at you, he started to realize more and more things.

one thing he realized was that he never wanted to say goodbye.

maybe chris was right. maybe you two were birds of a feather.

. . . . . . . . .

tags: @cindylcuwho

[grey342]

Grovel

Phil Wenneck x reader

synopsis - You make Phil grovel after an argument

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, teasing Phil, slightly in public, P in V, no protection and Phil talking you through it (kinda).

authors note - Thank you guys for being so patient it means the world to me! I'm gonna try to post at least once a week but, school may get in the way of that fml. Thank you again for all the support and I hope you like this one. P.S- this was kinda rushed so apologies for that :)

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

If looks could kill, I would've been dead as soon as I walked through the door.

There has been a bit of tension in the Wenneck household this week. Okay a lot of tension. It all started on Monday; Phil had to work late at the school again, which, of course, you had no problems with. However, the thing that bothered you was when he came home and revealed to you he was with that one colleague who has a massive crush on him.

Naturally being a grown adult, you communicated these concerns with Phil but, he claimed you were looking into things too much and he only has eyes for you. How cute.

So, you voiced these concerns to him yet again on Monday night. He claimed that you were being "dramatic" and "childish". Big mistake. You both started to go back and forth at each other until you ended the argument with the classic:

"you're sleeping on the couch tonight!"

Due to your stubbornness, the pair of you haven't spoken a word to each other since. It's now Friday night, the night you and your friends designated as the weekly get together.

You and Phil both agreed to act civil with each other but you weren't letting him get off that easy. You done your makeup exactly the way he likes, put on his favourite dress and, as the last kick in the teeth, put on his favourite matching set.

You had already everyone that you were going to run a little late due to work, so they all got started without you. You took an Uber to the bar and as soon as you stepped through the doors, you could feel his eyes burning into you.

You walk over to the table greet everyone and sit down next to him. The table began to converse with each other when you felt his breath on your neck.

"You think you're really funny don't ya?" He grunts.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You respond, feining innocence.

"Oh you don't huh?" He retaliates slightly smirking. You shake your head slightly and join in on the conversation. He puts his hand on your thigh and grips it to gain your attention.

"I'm in the middle of a conversation sweetheart, don't be rude." You teased. He straightens himself and moves his hand higher. He slowly moves it higher and higher until he reaches underneath your dress.

You struggle to hide your smirk when you see him realise. He leans in his voice barely a whisper.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You pull his hand out and place it on his lap.

"Control yourself Phillip, we're in public." You warn smirking as you notice the vein on his forehead, popping slightly. You love doing this to him. It's your favourite hobby; getting a rise out of Phil.

The dinner goes on and you've been teasing him non-stop, waiting for him to snap. It's when you hover your hand over his buldge and rub softly against it, he does.

"Okay so sorry to cut it short but we gotta go," he says standing and grabbing your hand, "Doug if you could call me tomorrow and give me our bill that would be great bye guys." They all mutter goodbyes as he drags you by the hand to the car.

He gets in and slams the door.

"What the fuck do you think your playing at? And don't even try to pull that innocent bullshit act. What is going on?" He exclaims.

"You know what's going on." You say avoiding his gaze. He scoffs.

"Are you seriously this pissed over her?"

"Yes, I am! And I know it's stupid but," you sigh, "I trust you with my entire life. But..I don't trust her and I know that's a ridiculous excuse but-" He takes your hand into his.

"Oh sweetheart, you should've told me this. If I knew you were this bothered by her I would've stopped talking to her months ago."

"Really?" You look into his eyes.

"Of course." He reassures.

"Now, don't think you're completely off the hook," you look at him confused, "oh honey, don;t tell me you thought you would get away with that little stunt you pulled at dinner." Your eyes widen in fear and excitement.

"Just wait until we get home."

Throughout the entire car ride, he seems freakishly calm. But as soon as you step foot into your apartment his hands are all over you as his mouth claims yours. You moan out of surprise and your hands immediately began to rake his back.

His hands reach your thighs, he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist, and carries you to the bedroom. He places you on the end of the bed and begins to strip down until he's in his underwear. You doing exactly the same. He stops dead in his tracks and his eyes scan you from top to bottom.

"Holy fuck baby." You go to take your bra off when he stops you.

"Leave it on." He demands and pushes you back onto the bed. Your mouths meet again in a wave of passion. His hands rubbing up and down on your thighs until he meets your core.

He begins to slightly rub over your clit through your panties making you moan in his mouth. He slowly picks up the pace but it's not enough to take you over the edge.

"Please.." You beg.

"Please what?" He taunts.

"Please let me cum." You breathe out.

"Oh I don't think you deserve that just yet." He pulls his fingers away and you whine at the loss of them. in the blink of an eye his boxers are off and he began pumping his dick. He pushes your panties over to the side and rubs his tip slowly over your slit. You moan at the sensation.

He pushes the tip in at an agonizing pace and you began to squirm out of impatience.

"What's wrong honey?" He teases.

"Please Phil.."

"Come on, you can do better than that."

"Please, please fuck me Phil."

"Atta girl." He says sliding all the way in. He gives you no mercy as he pounds into you, the headboard beginning to bang against the wall. He places his head in the crook of your neck, his grunts and whimpers vibrating against your neck.

"You think it's funny to tease me hm? Make you feel good?" He asks in between breaths. You whine, shaking your head.

"No, good. From now on 'm gonna prove to you everyday that you are ten times the woman she is." He moans and picks up the pace.

"She doesn't hold a torch to you baby, she never will." You moan loudly, feeling the pressure build in your lower stomach.

"Phil..?" Your breath quickens.

"Yes honey?"

"I'm gonna cum."

"Me too, hold on we'll do it together mkay?"

"Okay.." His hand moves down to rub you clit, you whimper in response.

"Ready," you nod your head rapidly, "cum baby, oh fuck, cum on my dick." The second he says that you let the pleasure consume you. You feel his cum shoot into you as he whimpers in your ear.

You place your hand on his head, slightly pulling on his hair. He looks at you with a playful smirk on his face.

"What?" You return the gesture.

"Round two?"

"Fuck off." You say chuckling. He leans forward claiming your lips. You smile into the kiss.

His head slumps on your chest and the pair of you let sleep take over.

[loverofallthingssarah]

no more runnin’

part 2

melissa schemmenti x reader

summary: you’re hiding, you’re running. melissa finds you and your daughter and helps bring you both back to life.

warning: angst

word count: 1.9k

part 1 part 3

a/n: this is my first time writing in probably over a year so i hope it’s decent! also i'm sorry if there are any spelling errors or grammatical errors.

“hi…” your voice is barely there. Melissa pulls her hand back and clears her throat. 

“Well, pick up is at 3:30. Please try to be on time,” she grabs a paper from her room, “this is a list of supplies she’ll need for the school year. Principal Coleman probably forgot to give it to you. It’s okay to not have them today, but please try to have them by Friday.” 

You nod your head along in agreeance, your hand by your side waving your fingers back and forth reeling from her touch. Knowing yourself retreating from feeling anything for anyone. Melissa on the other hand is looking at you feeling a push to want to talk to you more but knowing she can’t let herself overstep being a teacher and you a parent. Then you realize suddenly, “Oh, shi-crap! I’m going to be late for work. I will get all those supplies for you by Friday, promise!” you peek your head in, “Bye baby, I’ll see you later today.” 

Melissa is watching you take off down the hallway, shaking her head at you thinking, ‘she’s gonna be a pain, a smoking hot pain but she’s got spunk.’ She chuckles as she closes her class room, words spilling out from the crack of the door, “Good morning, my little eagles…”

A couple of uninterrupted months fly by, and everything is going according to your plan. Your parents haven’t alerted you of any problems brewing from your past, and you finally feel at home. It felt nice having settled into your home and Acey was coming along nicely trying her best to feel at peace here. There was one person that was now taking up space in your mind day and night, a fiery redheaded teacher haunted your dreams. As much as you tried to shake the thought, you found yourself attracted to her. You would pick up Acey every day and sneak peaks at Melissa, but not allowing yourself to indulge in your crush. Melissa on the other hand loved to indulge just enough to make it hard for you to stay away. 

“Go out with me.” the redhead asked as she watched you packing up your daughter's backpack.  “No.”  “Is it because of our age difference?” she asked curiously.  “No.”  “Is it because ya not inta women?” delving deeper.  “Oh, I’m as gay as they come.” you turned around finally meeting her eye to eye. It was getting harder and harder for you to push past her advances.  “No strings attached? I just want to get to know you Y/N.” You sigh, wanting nothing more than just that but also knowing that just isn’t in the cards for you. You had to protect your family.  Shrugging your shoulders, “It’s not that simple.”  Acey is standing in the corner watching this all unfold wondering why her mother never let anyone in.  You always encouraged her to make new friends but you never allowed yourself to do the same. “Then what is it? I swear I don’t get ya. I see the way you look at me,” you blush, “what gives?” A question you wish you knew how to answer, “Now’s just not a good time, Ms. Schemmenti.” “Call me Melissa.”

On the other side of town, Melissa is sitting on the couch talking to her best friend and work wife Barbara Howard about how smitten she is with you. 

“Barb, I know nothing about her yet I can’t shake her from my mind.  I try to talk with her but she keeps me at arms length,” she grumbles sipping from her glass of Chardonnay. 

Barbara having noticed all of your interaction with her friend from afar mentions, “Y/N seems to be extremely guarded. She never asked for help. Never accepts parent volunteer offers. She must have a lot going on. Just give her space, and if there is something between you both it will happen naturally. Don’t go making a fool of yourself for a woman you don’t even know!” 

Thinking back, Melissa already knows she’s made a fool of herself trying to gain your attention. Countlessly asking you out to dinner trying to get to know you more. 

Standing right beside the front desk waiting for Principal Coleman to take your field trip money, “Principal Coleman, I don’t have all day I have to be at work in an hour.”   “Hold on, tasty.  I wanna show you my new line of iPhone cases.  They all have bikini pics of me on them and I know you wanna see them,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you as you roll your eyes at her ridiculousness.   “Plus, Melissa has been begging me to get you to be a chaperone for the zoo field trip.  She’s really starting to get on my nerves, so will you say yes already?”  “Ava, I told you I don’t have the time to take off work,” yeah that seemed like a good enough excuse. You didn’t notice Janine and Melissa sneaking up behind you.  They really did need more chaperones for the second grade field trip, but Melissa definitely had ulterior motives. Janine speaks up first, “Please, we could really use your help.  Plus being a nurse we know we could trust you with our kids, because between you and me some of these parents kind of scare me.” she whispers the last part.  “Come on kid, just take one day off.  You can even sit next to me on the bus,” Melissa smirks at you.  And as tempting as that sounds and as much as you would like to spend time with the older woman…

Acey having watched this scene unfold spoke up, "Mom, It would be so fun if you came! We can see all the animals and I can show you what Ms. Schemmenti hold me about EAGLES! PLEASEEEEEEE!" she all but screams. You want nothing more than to be there for her and her - not to mention Melissa as well,- but alsas you reply. “No baby, I can’t.”

‘Don’t go making a fool of yourself’ Melissa scoffs knowing that she can’t do that while simultaneously thinking, ‘why is she so guarded? what is she hiding?’

On your side of town, “Mom, I really wish you could visit. Acey is doing so well and she’s made so many friends,” you gush to your mom over how proud you are of your daughter. 

“I know, sweetie. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to hug you both, but we have to remember you’d still be in Florida if we hadn’t slipped up and

visited last time,” Nina whispers on the other end of the phone. “Tom, is going to plan on figuring out a way to keep a visit under the radar, but until then we can video chat every night.” Thankful for your dad trying to make sure that even though your life has been completely and totally uprooted, and you don’t know how you would be able to do any of this without their help and support. 

Days later you’re caught up in the emergency room, patient after patient. You check your wristwatch and see it’s 3:18 p.m., there is no way you’re going to be able to get your daughter. Frantically, you call the school hoping someone other than Principal Coleman will pick up. 

“Hello! This is Abbot Elementary and you're on with Ashley,” the young woman giggled in the phone as you rolled your eyes forgetting how Ms. Schemmenti’s aide meddled into becoming Ava’s secretary.

“Ashley, I need you to listen to me very carefully. I’m stuck at work and I don’t have anyone who can pick up Acey for me. Once I finish up my last patient, I will rush right over. Please tell me if someone can keep an eye on her until I do.” inside you're hoping it won’t be Ashley. “Yes, I’m sure Miss Teague would do it. Okay, bye!!”

‘It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay’ you think to yourself as you finish up your patient. As soon as you're done, you clock out and rush over to the school. 

Panicking you pull up to an almost empty parking, but you notice one car in particular. You make your way inside the school and make a bee line for your daughter’s classroom. There is a soft glowing light creeping through a certain second grade classroom door and you make your way over to peek inside. 

The sight unfolding in front of you is the most precious you’ve probably ever seen. Your daughter is a strong willed little girl who owns a room with her presence, and she definitely is the center of attention with her sassy little attitude. You see her sitting on the carpet learning against her gorgeous teacher - you blush every time you look or think about Melissa- while listening to her teacher reciting a story of a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe. 

“Once a king or a queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia…” 

You clear your throat, “mmmm, hey baby girl! Did you have a good day today?” 

Acey looks up with a bright smile and screams, “Momma! Ms. Schemmenti was reading me the COOLEST story!” Melissa stands up behind Acey and smirks at you with her signature look. A look that makes you want to melt into a puddle right in front of her. 

“I know it’s a little advanced for her, but you have one smart girl on your hands Y/N,” Melissa grins at you both. Glowing, almost. 

“I am so sorry, Ms. Schemmenti. I promise to try and make sure this never happens again. I’m not usually…” you ramble before she cuts you off. “Hon, it’s okay.  And as I've told you before Y/N, please call me Melissa,” she winks at you, “I had a wonderful time here with Miss Acey and if you ever need any help don’t be afraid to ask.” 

But you couldn’t let yourself let that happen, “Thank you, but that won’t be necessary Ms. Sch- Melissa.” 

Acey is looking between you both, “but mom!”

You shake your head, “Acey go grab your things we need to go pick up dinner.”

Melissa, whom has been trying to break you out of your shell since first meeting you, asks abruptly, “Will you have dinner with me Saturday?”  She shocks herself a bit with her question already knowing what the answer will be. Knowing she’s asked you many times before. She omits the fact she asked to stay late with Acey to have a moment more of your time. 

“I can’t, I’m sorry,” you reply trying to hurry your daughter along to avoid furthering this conversation.

“Why not?” she counters. 

“Melissa, I… I-I just can’t. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.” 

“It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to, Y/N. Just one dinner, please,” she uncharacteristically begs. 

In the doorway ushering your daughter out into the hall, you take a deep breath before whispering, “That’s the problem, it will mean everything… I can’t.”  

Melissa swears she sees your eyes glistening before you make your exit from her classroom. She really tried to let her feelings go for the ghost of a person you were, but she couldn’t. She needed to know more of you, she had the pull telling her she needed to know you. Needed to help you. She kicked her desk and ran out towards the parking lot. 

[milfjuulpod]

Guidance, Ch II

lunch, coffee, perfume, emails

read chapter one here

A/N: heyyyy sorry for my absence my writers block is insane rn….anyways i hope y’all enjoy the second chapter, lmk how u feel abt it and what u wanna see! also- i have posted both of these chapters on my ao3, same username. ok here u go bye

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The office you resided in was dark, a soft light illuminating from the computer screen, gentle music playing from its speakers. The desk was littered with papers, folders, notes, pens—it was quite the mess. Ava had dropped off a stack of reports on students, those who were falling a bit behind and needed a bit of help. So naturally, you quickly got to work. You knew when you arrived at Abbott that you wanted to help as much as possible, and there was no point in waiting to get started. Sure, it was only the first couple of weeks, but you figured it was best to get a head start on things.

Thus, you launched yourself into work. Most of these students had struggled all last year, and you decided to take some preventative measures to help both the students and teachers. Organizing the files into different piles, you heard a knock at the door. You invited whoever it was inside, and were met with a delightful surprise. “Hi Melissa, how can I help you?” You asked, taking your eyes off of the mess sprawled in front of you. “I think you might be the one who needs help, kid, what's all of this?” She asked, almost laughing at how disheveled your workspace was.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, as Melissa took place in the seat across from you. “Ava dropped off some files on students, so I’m trying to make plans for them for this year.” She looked at you with such care at that moment, before returning to her usual demeanor. “Well don’t run yourself into the ground before we get halfway into the school year, I have a feeling your desk is gonna look like this a lot,” she teased. You replied with a quiet yes, and went to turn the music down before Melissa stopped you.

“Hold on, is that Italian?” She asked, trying to hide the smile on her face. Glancing at the screen, you realized what was playing. “Yeah, it's called Salvatore, by Lana Del Rey, I listen to this song a lot.” Her smile grew at your statement, and took mental note of it. At this point, you wondered why Melissa came in here, she still has yet to say. As if she read your mind, she spoke again. “I came to bring this to you, I had some extra and wasn’t sure if you’d eaten already, and I’m gonna guess you haven’t,” She gestured to the desk once again before setting down a tupperware in front of you. As she stood up to take her leave, she said, “I hope you like this Italian food as much as you like listening to the language,” and walked out of your office. You felt nearly as warm as the food sitting in front of you. 

       

When five p.m. rolled around, you figured it was about time to call it. Many plans were made for students, the rest would have to wait until tomorrow. You packed up your things to leave, when you remembered the tupperware sitting on the edge of your desk. Melissa’s tupperware. Hoping she didn’t leave, you grabbed it and rushed to her door. Unfortunately, her lights were off and the door was locked. Looks like that will have to wait until tomorrow too. 

      On the way out, you were stopped by Janine. “Hey! how’s the first week going?” She asked, excited as ever. You told her about the work you had done, and what was still left to do. “I just gotta take this home and wash it now, it’s Melissa’s.” Janine’s eyes widened at that statement, making you feel like maybe you said something you shouldn’t have. “Oh, Melissa gave you that? It took weeks before she even remembered my name, let alone give me something,” She shuffled on her feet nervously. “I hope she’s not trying to butter you up for anything,” Janine’s rambling was cut off by Gregory pulling up to the two of you. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” 

      Walking to your own car, you wondered what Janine could’ve meant by that. Melissa had been nothing but kind to you, what could possibly make her say that? Sure, the older teacher had a bit of a tough exterior, but she already took a liking to you. Janine’s words echoed in your head, and the anxiety grew as you thought about what Melissa really wanted from you. 

        

The following morning, you walked to Melissa’s classroom with her clean tupperware and coffees in hand. One for you, one for her. You were just going to return her dish, give her the coffee, and leave. Nothing more, nothing less. The crush on her was a bit ridiculous at this point, you barely knew the redhead, and yet you wanted nothing more but to learn everything. Knocking lightly on the door, you let yourself in. “Good morning, you left yesterday before I could give this back to you. Oh, and here’s a coffee as a thank you.” You greeted Melissa with excitement. Except she didn’t match the energy, at all. She didn’t even look up from her computer as she quietly said “thank you.” 

        Okay, maybe you were planning on staying a bit longer and chatting with her before getting to your own work, and you felt a bit defeated. Silently, you left the classroom and walked to your own office, wondering if Janine was right about Melissa. It was hard to focus on work feeling this way, and slowly, but surely, it was lunch time. Opting to work through it, you didn’t visit the break room with everyone else. You missed Melissa anxiously looking for you in the break room. But her best friend didn’t. 

        

“Why do you keep looking at the door? Are you waiting for someone?” Barbara asked the woman next to her. Melissa glanced at the cameras, before deciding to lie. “Uh, no. Just…paying attention. You can never be too careful.” Barbara knew what that tone meant, but decided to let it go. Playing the events from this morning back in her mind, Melissa felt a little bad for ignoring you, and this made her upset. Why did she care? 

      “You’re shaking the whole table bouncing your leg, Melissa. What’s going on?” Barbara questioned. Melissa just sighed in response and leaned back in her chair. With a stern look from her friend, she started talking. “I don’t know. That new guidance counselor came by this morning to return my tupperware and I was busy so I didn’t really say much. And then she just left, but what was I supposed to do? She got me coffee too, I didn’t even realize until she was gone. It was good though, I haven’t been to the place she got it from. Maybe I should ask her where it is? Or…I don’t know…” The redhead trailed off. Across from her, Barbara tried her best to hide the shock from hearing her friend’s words. 

       “Why are you overthinking this? I’m sure she’s fine and wouldn’t mind you inquiring about the coffee. Go, before the break is over and I have to hear about this all over again tomorrow morning.” Barbara laughed as Melissa rolled her eyes, but she stood up to go searching. 

     

  You, on the other hand, decided to pick up a sandwich from the corner store across the street for lunch. Upon returning, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the office door. “Melissa! Oh good god you scared me, what are you doing in here?” You whisper-screamed, adrenaline still rushing for a moment. “I had a question for ya,” she replied, so casually. As if it was normal for her to sneak into your office while you were out. Come to think of it, you remember locking the door, how exactly did she get in?

       “A question that couldn’t wait for me to get back from the store? And that’s my chair, scooch it,” You set the sandwich on the desk and leaned against it as well waiting for Melissa to move out of your seat. She didn’t. “Sorry for being so short with you this morning, kid. I was a little overwhelmed with making plans for both of my classes, but thank you for the coffee, that was sweet.” She smiled at you sincerely, and if this is what you get for buying her a coffee, it might become a daily thing. “Where did you get it by the way?”

        “Oh! It’s this new place that just opened up by my apartment, Opus. I’ve been a few times already, might become a regular there,” you told her. “Yeah, that makes two of us.” Melissa stood up to leave, and without thinking, you grabbed her hand to stop her. “Wait! Did you say both of your classes? You have two?” 

        Melissa was visibly surprised at your physical touch, but she didn’t pull back either. “Yeah, a combined second and third grade class. Gonna be a great year,” She informed you, rolling her eyes in the process. You let go of her hand finally and took in what she said. “If you need any help, with lesson plans or grading, you know where to find me.” 

        The teacher took your hand again and gently squeezed it before letting go, “Thanks hon, I’ll keep that in mind. And next time you need lunch, you know where to find me,” She said with a smirk before walking out the door. Sitting down, you took in the smell of her perfume that coated the area for a few moments more. The sweet scent was quickly forgotten when you looked at your computer screen. Many emails, forgotten assignments, but what caught your eye immediately, was a new email, from Melissa of all people. 

       Forgot to ask while I was still with you, but would you want to meet this afternoon or later this week to help me with some planning? Maybe we can enjoy a coffee inside the shop this time. Let me know. 

-Melissa Schemmenti

[meowmeowriley]

Dude... Does this count as NSFW? Well I'm gonna ask anyway and you can decide. I'm not sure how you feel about the reproductive possibility %, if it changes at all with Bun!Ghost. But I'm imagining Bun!Ghost who gets classically moody/impatient/entitled during mating season. Tries to hide it but around Soap he fails miserably. And the end result is Ghost and Soap with an entire litter of these adorable little babies.

I don't even know how that works, trans Ghost? I love that. Sorry I'm dumping and running (like Soap 😳) but the idea of them having a large litter was just too adorable a mental picture not to share. Bye bye now.

Mmmmmmmm i think Tumblr will let us talk about it, it's fine. 😁 and Ghost is trans in this fic, I was persuaded and honestly it works so well.

Rabbit breeding season is all summer long, practically half the year. It doesn't take a genius to notice the difference in Ghost as soon as fall sets in, and he suddenly mellows out. It hadn't always been a problem. Before he found himself attracted to Soap, he did just fine satisfying himself quickly and quietly. Once he'd realized he was so drawn to Soap, so desperate for him, he was doomed. His mood stayed a bit more sour because he couldn't have the man for himself, and he frequently came back to base from leave smelling like other rabbits that were also ready to breed. How very dare he.

Now I don't wanna give too much away, but I will say there will be no babies between the two, for plot reasons. However, that doesn't stop Soap from dreaming about it, once they get together.

Soap hadn't realized before finally bagging Ghost that he really liked the idea of having a few kids. He didn't care about gender, they could decide that for themselves. He wanted to teach them all there was about all he knew. How to draw, how to fight, how to shoot, how to skin a rab-... oh. Okay maybe not that.

He finds himself imagining how weird it would be, to be half rabbit and then find out that half your family makes a living killing them. Would the kids resent him for that? Would they fear him? It keeps him up at night, long after Ghost had nodded off, loafing beside or on top of Soap. (Sometimes shifted, sometimes not. Sometimes he's a full ass man sleeping curled up with his knees and arms underneath himself, face down in the mattress or Soap's gut. Fluffy bunny tail peeking out of the band of his sleep pants. Sorry, I got sidetracked 😅)

Maybe it's just as well they won't be having kids together. The implications of his own offspring looking at him like Simon's family does, like he could snap at any moment, skin and eat them alive. It makes him sick to his stomach.

It doesn't stop him from doing his best to keep Ghost satisfied during breeding season, but he does start to get a bit melancholic when Ghost murmurs about getting bred like a rabbit should in the heat of the moment. He doesn't mean it, he's just caught up in hormones. Tis the season. They rarely address their embarrasing pillow talk outside of doing the deed. Ghost doesn't actually want to get pregnant, he loves his career. Soap hates the idea of being seen as a monster by his own flesh and blood. They won't have children.

Sorry I took your wholesome happy family daydream and ruined it 😂 but thats what I do. Shouldn't stop you, Soap, or anyone from dreaming about them having a huge family of bun babies though!