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Winter's King 28

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

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The king keeps you within his sight. As promised, the cloak is brought to the tower chamber. You dawn it as the king pulls on the layers of his duty; tunic, breeches, leather armour, boots, cloak, and the small accoutrements to ward off the cold. For how hotly he burned beside you in the night, you would think he could not feel the winter. 

It is early still. The gray of the sky never fully recedes but it is neither pale nor dark. Even so, the day has come. 

There is a single tap at the door. The king backs away from the hearth. You sit at the table, restless in the cloak with the wolf patch. He calls for the knocker to enter. 

Bryce appears from the other side, his saddles bags over one shoulder. "My king. Roach is ready." 

"Very well," he nods, "summer maid," he turns and beckons to you with two thick fingers, "the good lord will take you ahead." 

"My leige?" Bryce wonders what you do not dare ask. 

"Only be concerned that she remains safe. Warm," he nears and shamelessly caresses your check. You flinch as you refuse to falter.  "You will get her to the capital ahead of us. You will be fleet without so many to slow you." 

You meets Bryce's gaze. In all that you've known him, he has never looked afraid. There is fear gleaming on his eyes. 

"I will always serve you, my king. And never have I denied your command, but might I speak plain?" The soldier faces his master. 

"I prefer you for your candour," King Geralt returns. 

"This will not go without note," Bryce says. "Not least of all by the queen." 

"The queen cares little for the maid. She only cares she has someone at her whim." 

"Be that as it may, but it is not her who would notice. Yet, whoever did, would be certain she hears of it--" 

"I fear not my wife and her temper. She is tawdry. A child. Let her whine and stomp her feet," the king dismisses. "Your concern is appreciated. I understand you only mean to protect me, but I care more to keep her safe." 

"Yes, my king," Bryce accedes, "I will not let any harm come upon the maid. As I've not yet done." 

"It is why I trust only you and Roach. Be gone before the party is abreast." The king faces you, surprising you as he kneels before you. You blanch as you notice the shift in the soldier's posture. "My tender maid, keep you well. I regret that it need be this way but after last eve, I must have you away from this tumultuous party." He takes your hand and pets your knuckles before kissing them. He admires your fingers as if they are adorned in gems. "I will see you in the capital. There, then, we can be happy." 

“My king,” you breathe, “what about the queen?” 

“I shall tend to her should she be dissatisfied. That is no longer your worry. She does not deserve you, treasure.” He avows. 

You stare at him. His eyes are eerie in the low light. You would not and cannot deny him. 

“Yes, your highness, as you wish,” you concede. It was never truly your choice. 

“Before we part, pet,” he squeezes your hands. “A kiss?” 

You hesitate. The soldier turns to the door and feigns ignorance. You dip your chin. The king tilts his head up and you lean forward. As you aim for his forehead, he brings his lips to yours.  

He releases your hands and quickly cradles your head as he braces your hip. His tongue pokes along your lips and you relent to his will. That is as it will be. As it has always been. You have ever been servant. 

He finally parts, humming as his bright irises glimmer, “my treasure, my love,” he rasps. 

“My king, I wish you a safe journey,” you utter. 

“And I shall bid the fates the same of you,” he drags his hand down your thigh and stands. “Safe and quick. Off, before my weak heart gets the best of my mind.” 

Bryce’s sole scuffs and he clears his throat, “come, maid. Put your hood up.” 

You stand and bow your head. You pass close to the king, your cloak stirring against him, and you cross to the soldier. He opens the door and trails you out. You do as he bid and pull your hood up. You descend the twisting steps in silence. 

The corridors are no less hollow and a bitter draft wafts through. The roiling of Bryce’s thoughts ripples from him as he marches next to you. You can only sense him past the fabric of the hood. 

“I shall make you tea for the road,” Bryce says at last. “It should keep you warm.” 

“Thank you, sir, but it isn’t needed,” you say. “We should leave quickly.” 

“Aye, we will be away ‘fore any know,” he agrees, “but not without the tea.” 

You offer no further protest. It isn’t your right to argue. You haven been bidden and so you will do. Obedience never chafed before. Obedience was safe, it was sustenance for any maid. 

You go to the kitchens and wait as Bryce boils water and brews a dark tea from leaves in a pouch he digs from his tunic. He offers it. It carries a pungent aroma. You blow over it and sip. You make a face. 

“It is... strong,” you murmur. 

“So it is, but the leaf will help warm your blood,” he insists and paces back and forth. He is restless to be away. You are as well. 

You drink and he ushers you away to the stables. You stride along the row of stalls and he dodges the nip of a dark steed. He flattens himself against another door and snarls, “the damned beast. ‘Less you can tame her, the king’ll have to keep her ‘neath his stubborn arse.” 

You recognise the mare. It is Roach, the king’s mount. You stare at her and she turns her nose to you. 

“Be wary lest she chomps off your face,” the soldier girds. 

You have little mind to worry for your own nose. You raise your hand pet the creature’s long snout as she plumes hot air from her nostrils. He pushes against your palm and eases, leaning into your touch as you brush along her long head. 

“Come, Roach, we have far to go... I believe,” you say. “Be kind to Sir Bryce. He is brave and kind.” 

“Aye, she seen me ‘fore and I never think she’s thought so,” he snorts, keeping his distance. 

You drag your touch down her neck and put your hand on the latch of her door. She nuzzles your hood and you free her. She steps out as Bryce lingers behind you. 

“Can you saddle a horse? Else I’ll have to brave her bites,” he says. 

“I can. Fetch it and her bit.” 

You dress the horses. Daisy is left behind as Bruce claims Chestnut as his own. You’ll miss your usual mount. 

You get astride and head off into the cold dawn. Your stomach churns as you descend the treacherous mountainside. You’re not sure if it is the thin air, the turmoil of what you ride away from, or ride towards. Perhaps it is all at once. 

Bryce stops you in a natural alcove, away from the winds as he searches his saddle bag. He hands you a leather packet. There are oats and nuts within. He spits out the red leaf he chews so often and nibbles on dried meat instead. 

You eat in silence. The food does not aid in the condition of your stomach. You feel rotten. 

The soldier squints and glances out from between the rockface. He tuts and shakes his head. He puts away the jerky and struts out into the open. He looks up the pass. 

“Eh, I know you’ve been there since we left. Better you show your face before I show my steel,” he warns the wind. 

You frown and fold down the flap of the packet. You hear scratching, then it comes clearer, footsteps. How did he know? Why did he not say a word? 

“It is I, sir,” Ezme declares. “Lord Vesemir--” 

“Aye, I know he sent ya. Why?” Bryce crosses his arms. You step away from Roach as she stomps. 

“He did speak with our great king last eve,” she appears just at the edge of your view. “He offered to keep the made. That the king might return to his throne ‘fore he come back to claim her.” 

“And he was denied.” Bryce says. 

“The king was not amenable, no, yet... Lord Vesemir acts only in accord with his duty. He vowed to protect King Geralt--” 

“And to serve him. As I have,” Bryce insists. “No, you will not have her. I’ve been commanded to take her away.” 

“You could remain. Lord Vesemir knows many secret places. Those that are not on maps. It would be as if the two of you were lost. The king wouldn’t know--” 

“He would,” Bryce growls. “I am not fool, even if all others in this forsaken realm might be. I do like my head on my neck.” 

“It is not safe. Not for the king or the maid. Not for you,” Ezme counters.  

“There is nothing safe in this world. Never has been,” Bryce scoffs. “Be away before I prove that.” 

“Sir Bryce, you have never been unkind.” 

“You ask me to commit treason. How should I be?” He retorts. 

Her head shrinks down. She slowly turns to you. Bryce moves to block her. She stops short and speaks over his arm. “Dear friend, know that Lord Vesemir’s invitation will remain. Always. Even after you leave this day.” 

You blink at her. Your heart is racing. You feel sick. Knots tie into themselves in your chest and stomach. You blow out a cloud of warmth breath into the frigid mountain air. 

“Thank you, friend,” you reply. “I shall follow the king’s command.” 

“I understand,” she purses her lips grimly. She steps back and faces the soldier again, “safe journey.” 

He sighs, “you know I cannot accept.” 

“And I had to try,” she says then spins and disappears back up the incline. 

“So is our call to keep on,” Bryce strides back to you and the horses. “Better sooner, the road will unwind on and on. I tire of it already.” 

You climb back into the saddle and set off again. The further you get, the worse you feel. As if you might be sick, or even as if you might need to lift your skirts in some hidden brush. You feel so wretched you can hardly focus on anything but your body. 

“Sir,” you say, “I must stop.” 

“Aye, mouse, we might,” he reins Chestnut as you tug on Roach.  

You nearly fall off of her in your panic. You are going to spew. You stumble and turn to hide the eruptions. You spit up onto the dirt. 

“I have water,” Bryce offers from behind you. 

“A moment, sir,” you breathe as fullness pulses in your pelvis. 

You go around Roach and hide behind her. You pull up the front of the dress, letting the skirts and cloak shield your back. You reach between your legs as slip your hands down your wool underclothes. Your palm comes away streaked and red. Your blood has come. Early. 

“Are you well?” The soldier asks. 

“Sir, I am,” you assure him and wipe your hand on the underside of the skirt. “It is only a womanly trouble.” 

“Aye, oh, aye,” he grumbles awkwardly. “Take ye time, then.” 

You lean on Roach and close your eyes. You are horribly sore already and exhausted to the bone. Still, you can do nothing but persist.  

“I’m ready, sir,” you lift yourself back into saddle. “I would away.” 

“If we are swift, we will be on flat ground by nightfall,” he says. 

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The days wear on. The first week is counted by the days of your cycle. The pain and the fatigue has you aware of each moment. Then it is the moon that marks the waning of time. 

The road winds away from the mountains and onto the flatlands. Only for a time before trees rise around you and shroud you in shadow, both dusk and dawn. Between the fir needles and veined bark are those noises that keep you unsettled. 

You camp before a small fire. Bryce works at planting the posts to drape canvas over. The snow is kept off the ground by the thick canopy of branches above. There is some dusting here and there, but it is mostly dry. 

“What can I do, sir?” You ask, as you have done every night. 

“I tell ya again to sit and warm yourself,” he sneers as he hammers in the post. 

“And I repeat I would like to help,” you insist. 

“I can manage. I’m not old man,” he sniffs as he grabs the canvas roll. 

“I know...” you pause as you hear another faraway whine. It sends a shiver through you. “Sir, what are those sounds?” 

He chortles as he works at spreading the canvas over the poles. “Why those are the frostwolves. And the low rumbles will be the bears. The skittering the snow foxes, and the shrill ones, those are the winter birds.” He explains, “they leave ya alone, so long as you keep the fire burning.” He ties a corner into place, “besides, they hate the smell of me.” 

“What?” You gasp, amused. 

“Aye, the don’t like my stench. I came eye-to-eye with a bear. Oh, he didn’t stick around to get a second look,” he scoffs. “And I said to the beast, I don’t mess with ya, don’t be gnawing on my leg. See, I’ve got a truce with the winter beasts.” 

You laugh and sway as you hug yourself. It is awfully cold. Your ears and head hurt almost constantly, even with your hood in place, and the gloves only do so much to keep your fingers from tingling, or your boots for your toes. 

“I s’pose they might be lured by the sweet scent of a summer’s maid. A new flavour,” he teases. 

“You scare me, sir.” 

“Scare you? Oh, but this beast is your friend. You needn’t fear the others.” 

You smile through chattering teeth. He stands straight and eyes you with hands on his hips. “Get close to the fire. You don’t want to catch the ague. Not around here.” 

“I am well, sir,” you promise. 

“Then stay well,” he nears and grabs your wrists. He drags you to the pit and guides your hands over the flames. “Keep close to the horses even. They reek but they put off heat more than cinder.” 

You nod and keep your arms out. It is nice by the fire. The further you get on the road, the colder it is. You could never dream of anything so frigid. It makes you wonder how any can survive in this place, let alone build castles or sow a field. And the more you think of what you don’t know, you are faced with what you do know. 

Your fate is as certain as any of the king’s commands. You will remain in the Hinterlands. It will be your home thus you should acquaint yourself to it. You should become tolerant to the winds and the snow and the wailing beasts. 

“Sir Bryce,” you eke out. “Will you tell me more about these woods?” 

“These woods? Trees, wolves, dirt,” he shrugs. 

“No, sir, I want to know more. I want to know everything. About the Winter Kingdom and the people who built it. What about the king? Not our king, but the one before? I hear much and yet I feel I know less.” 

He huffs and tilts his head, “it is best you know as little as possible about that one.” 

“Was he very bad?” You wonder. 

He sniffs, “I can’t tell you all but what I can is that he was selfish. He was negligent of his kingdom and his people even his own son. He let these lands go to spoil. His name is not one any speaks lightly. It is the reason our king is so loved. Because he is all that his father was not.” He dusts off his hands and shakes his head. “At least, we all hope that proves true.” 

[written-with-clouds]

I Found Love (Where It Wasn't Supposed To Be) Pt. 1

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/ Rhaenyra's Daughter!Reader

Summary: You and Aemond had always been close, even after he lost his eye and your mom moved your family to Dragonstone. What will happen when your grandsire dies and Aegon takes the throne from your mother? Will you and Aemond be able to stay together? Or will family drive you apart?

Authors Note: Cross posted on AO3, Aemond and Reader are of legal age during all spicy scenes.

CW: Uncle/Niece, Secret Relationship

Part 2 Part 3

Six years ago

“Aemond?” You whisper quietly. Your voice echoes back to you softly as it bounces off the stone walls of the hidden passages within the keep. For a while, the only thing you hear is the pitter patter of rats running and the squeaking from the handle of your lantern. And then you hear it, the sound of footsteps steadily getting closer. 

“What do you want?” Aemond asks, his own lantern swinging in his grasp from the speed of his steps. “Shouldn’t you be tending to your brothers.” He spat. 

“They’ll be fine. I wanted to check on you…” You reply, taking a small step towards him. Your brow twitches as you gaze at the jagged scar that now covers his left eye. “Does it hurt bad?” 

You move to reach for him, but he smacks your hand away. “What does it matter.” He states with no hint of question in his tone. “It’s happened. It’s over. Move on.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, lowering your hand and taking a step back. Taking a measured breath you speak. “My mother has decided to move us to Dragonstone. We leave in the morning.” 

Aemond scoffs, crossing his arms. “And you asked to meet here to tell me that? Why? Do you expect a warm send off? After what your bastard brothers di-“ 

His head lurches to the left as you smack him squarely across the face. “What my brothers did was neither right, nor wrong. And you,” you jab a finger against his chest, “are no less innocent of this mess.” Taking a deep breath, you turn to walk away. Taking a few steps before turning around to face him again. “I had hoped that despite what happened between you and my brothers… that you might have considered me friend enough to miss me when I’m gone. Because I will surely miss you, Aemond.” 

You turn your back to him once again and continue back to your room. You can hear the sound of footsteps following your own but force yourself to ignore it. If Aemond was going to act as a child, you would let him. 

Just as you were about to push the door to your room open, Aemond’s hand closed around your wrist. He pulled you back by the arm and hugged you. Muttering something you couldn’t quite understand. 

“What?” You ask. 

Aemond pulls back slightly, “I said… I will miss you too… you are my friend, and I don’t have many of those.” 

You smile softly at him, pulling him back into a tight hug. You stand there for a moment, hugging each other, drawing out the moment as long as you can. 

“I will try to write.” You promise as you separate. He promises the same and you watch sadly as he retreats back through the hidden passages to his own room. 

Present 

Uncle, 

I am pleased to say that I will be in Kingslanding in a week's time. Though the reason is less than joyful, all the same I look forward to seeing you. Perhaps, if you can find time 

for your niece, you could continue tutoring me in Valyrian. I have grown quite profound, I think you will be proud. 

Niece, 

I look forward to your arrival. I shall make sure to have time set aside for you.

Stepping out of the carriage, you stretch. The ride had been long. Longer than normal you think… but perhaps that was because you were excited to be back in the place you had spent much of your childhood. 

Your mother had told you, Jace, and Luke that she would visit your grandsire before the proceedings regarding the successor of Driftmark. In the meantime the three of you were free to wander, so long as you stayed out of trouble, she had added as your brothers took off to explore the grounds of the Red Keep. Smiling fondly after them, you follow behind leisurely. The three of you wandered through the halls trading memories from when you were little. As you were exploring, you couldn’t help but notice the questioning gazes of the castle workers and the various diplomats that were milling about. Luke had noticed it too, if the insecure look he gave you was any indication. 

Eventually, the three of you found your way out to the training yard, Jace jogging ahead and laughing as he found a wall missing a chunk of stone. 

He spun around to face you and Luke, “I told you it’d still be here! From when you tried to use Ser Criston’s Morningstar!” He reminisced fondly, wrapping an arm around Luke’s shoulder as they went to inspect the weapons cart. 

Your attention, however, was drawn to a small crowd forming a circle. You walk over, finding a spot that allows you to see into the center of the growing crowd.

 Your lips stretch into a wide smile as you finally manage to see what’s happening. You watch as Aemond and Ser Criston spar. The sound of metal hitting metal rings out through the yard as Ser Criston swings his Morningstar, only for Aemond to deflect it with his sword. Aemond blocks another attempt with a wooden shield. Only for it to be knocked out of his hand, the wood splintering from the force of the hit. For a moment, they circle each other. Aemond twirls his sword, watching Ser Criston with a predatory gaze. Ser Criston moves first, swinging his Morningstar at Aemond. Your breath catches as you watch Aemond dodge each swing. He makes a sudden, calculated, attack and in just minutes the fight is over, with Aemond victorious and the top of his sword at Ser Criston’s throat. 

“You’ll be a force to be reckoned with in the tourneys, my prince.” Ser Criston stated. 

“I have no interest in tourneys,” Aemond responded, his eye locking onto someone in the crowd, “nephews, come to train?” 

The sound of the large outer doors opening draws everyone’s attention. Lord Vaemond Velaryon striding through, glancing at your brothers momentarily before continuing. 

The people gathered in the training yard begin milling about once more and the crowd disperses. You see your brothers making their way inside, likely heading to find your mother. You are about to leave when a voice stops you. 

“Sia ao jāre naejot henujagon lēda iā rytsas? (Were you going to leave without a hello?)” 

Smirking, you face Aemond. “Ao istan busy (you were busy), I didn’t want to distract you.” 

Aemond smirked back. Stepping into your space, his hands clasped behind his back, he leans down placing his lips by your ear. He was so close that as he spoke, his lips would occasionally brush against the shell of your ear. His voice was low and teasing.“Ao kostagon va moriot distract issa (you may always distract me).” He takes a step back and straightens up to stand at his full height. “I’ll see you in there. Do wish your mother good luck for me.” He taunts, sauntering inside.

You wander aimlessly through the Red Keep, your mind replaying the events of earlier. Ser Vaemond’s cruel words directed at you and your brothers, questioning your parentage. How he spat them out in front of the court, in front of the King, your Grandsire. You could still hear the echo of his voice as he loudly declared you and your brothers bastards. And the sound of a sword as, in the blink of an eye, Ser Vaemond’s head was sliced clean in half by Daemon. The image of blood splattering against the floor and the dull thud of his body was stuck in your head. Death was nothing new to you. Nor was blood. But you’d never been that close to either before. 

You are pulled from your thoughts as an arm shoots out from behind a wall banister, pulling you behind it into a hidden passage. You make an ‘oof’ sound as you are pushed against a wall, the stone cold and biting against your back even through the fabric of your dress. 

“Have you been avoiding me, ñuha dōna?(my sweet)” Aemond purrs against your ear, making you shiver. He has one hand placed against the wall and the other rests against your hip, trapping you between him and the stone. Pulling away from the side of your head, he gazes down at you, cocking his head to the side. 

You meet his gaze, your own head lifting slightly as you smirk. “Gaoman daor gīmigon skoros ao nūmāzma (I do not know what you mean), uncle. I have simply been walking the castle grounds.” 

“I have told you never to call me that… not when it’s just us.” He growled, lilac eye darkening. 

“Would you rather I call you ñuha dārilaros (my prince).” You tease. “Or perhaps you’d prefer to be called ñuha zaldrīzes (my dragon).” 

He snarls, hooking his index finger under your chin and bringing your face closer to his. “Skoros naejot gaomagon lēda ao (what to do with you),” he murmurs before closing the gap and kissing you. 

The hand resting against your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls your body flush to his. Your hands wrap around his neck and tangle in his hair, moaning into the kiss as his thigh slots between your legs, pressing against your cunt. His hands slide down over your ass, massaging the flesh as he separates from your lips in favor of nipping and sucking on your jaw and throat.

“Aemond~” you pant, head thrown back and knocking against the wall. Your hands tighten in his hair, tugging it to make him look at you. His lips were kiss swollen and red. “No marks.” You remind him. His response is a low growl coming from deep in his chest as he reattaches his lips back against your neck. 

His hands guide you to rock against his thigh, a slow pull and push while he massages the flesh of your ass. A gentle grind back and forth as Aemond guides you in pleasuring yourself against him. Your moans echo around you, bouncing off of the walls as you roll into him. 

Aemond yanks the top of your dress down roughly, groaning appreciatively as your breasts are fully exposed to him. He drags his tongue up the center of your chest before moving to suck a nipple into his mouth. He gently nips at the hardened bud, making you hiss, before releasing it all together. Licking up the length of your neck to just under your ear, he whispers a question.

“Are you getting close, ñuha dōna (my sweet)?” He pauses, pulling back to watch your expression. Your eyes are half lidded and your cheeks are dusted red as your mouth hangs open and small puffs of air come out. “You are, aren’t you… I can tell. The way your hips keep bucking against my leg… your chest heaving as you suck down air…” Your breath hitches and you choke on a moan as Aemond shifts his leg closer. You rock against him feverishly, so close to your release. Your hands are gripping the leather of his shirt so hard your knuckles have turned white.

One hand reaches up and cups the side of his face, pulling him in for a feverish kiss. Aemond licks into your mouth, his tongue dancing against yours. You moan and whimper into him, grinding down against his thigh harder.

Abruptly, Aemond pulls away completely. You whine at the loss of contact, having been on the edge of release. You tug at his shirt, trying to pull him back against you, as you plead breathlessly. He simply chuckles at your desperation. 

“Hush, Issa jorrāelagon (my love),” You watch as Aemond slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, the violet color of his eye nearly completely engulfed by the black pool of his desire. He lifts your ankle off the floor, gently cradling it in his hand. Aemond places a soft kiss against the skin of your calf, then the side of your knee, the flesh of your thigh, working higher and higher, pushing the hem of your dress up as he goes. He hooks your leg over his shoulder, biting your inner thigh, laughing as you lightly shove his shoulder. Peering up at you through his lashes as he slowly licks through your folds before enclosing his mouth over your clit and sucking lightly.

Pulling away from you, he licks his lips. “Seven Gods~” he groaned, “Ao sylutegon sīr sȳz (you taste so good).” 

“Aemond!” you moan, one hand tangles back into his hair and the other rests against his shoulder. His tongue licks its way inside you, thrusting in and out slowly as Aemond uses the pad of his thumb to stimulate your clit. He hums against you as you tug his hair, the vibrations making your hips buck against him. You try to grind against his thumb but Aemond holds your hips still with his free hand. Your back arches off the wall and you jolt with pleasure. Each exhale comes out as a moan. 

“Bona's ziry, jorrāelagon (that’s it, love), let me taste you.” He purrs, replacing his tongue with two fingers. Slowly, Aemond curls his fingers inside you before dragging them out and repeating. The motion is enough to bring you pleasure yet not enough to tip you over the edge and he knows it, Aemond is watching every twitch of your body, every expression you make. He listens to the way your breath hitches, knowing you need more but not giving it to you. Your hips thrust back against Aemond’s fingers, seeking more pleasure unconsciously and you whine when he pulls his finger out completely. 

“You know what to do if you want more, ñuha dōna (my sweet).” He teases, smirking up at you. 

“Kostilus (please), Aemond. I want to cum.. I want you to make me cum.” You beg breathily, mouth falling open in a silent moan as Aemond thrust his finger back inside you. He sets a fast pace this time, thrusting his fingers in and out of you quickly while hooking them perfectly to brush against your most sensitive spots with each movement. 

“Sȳz riña, (good girl)” he praises before licking and sucking against your clit. Your body jerks and twists against him from the sudden intense pleasure. His name falls from your mouth like a prayer as you moan, unable to say or think anything but him. Your eyes roll back and you stutter out a small breath. Your body freezes, your muscles tensing. The hand in his hair grips it tightly, holding him against your core as you cum. 

Aemond guides you through it, whispering praises against your thigh as his fingers slow before pulling out completely. He stands, making a show of sucking your climax off of his fingers. The two of you stand in comfortable silence. You, catching your breath, and him, helping to situate your dress. 

“I missed you too,” You joke, breaking the silence surrounding the two of you. He chuckles softly from behind you, where he was relacing the strings of your dress. It was more a puff of air than a laugh. Finishing, he wraps his arms around you, spinning you to face him. He kisses you again, though this kiss is gentle, his hand cradling the side of your face. 

“I want to tell them. Tonight at dinner.” Aemond whispers, placing his forehead against yours. “I’m tired of hiding.. I want them to know you are mine.”  

You look into Aemonds eye, seeing the full range of his emotions and the hope he has of a future with you. It’s a sight only you get to see, “I want that too…” 

“But?” Aemond said, his shoulders deflating slightly at the thought of you not truly wanting to be with him. At the fear of this being no more than a secret for you, that you would be ashamed to be seen with him. 

“But maybe we should tell King Viserys in private… I’m  worried about the possible arguing between our families if we tell everyone at once.” “Then it’s settled, we will tell the King after dinner. When his spirits are high.” Aemond smiled, placing a chaste kiss against your lips. Separating from you he grabbed your hand, “until tonight, ñuha dōna (my sweet).” He kissed the back of your hand and turned to walk away.

The dinner had not gone as you had hoped. For a while, things were nice… amicable even. But then, Aegon made a snide comment to Jace about Baela and then about you, and all hell broke loose. 

Jace had punched Aegon square in the nose, likely breaking it. Aegon, in turn, shoved Jace down against the table. Luke had gotten up so quickly that his chair rocked back and clattered to the floor. You watched as Aemond blocked Luke’s path towards Jace and Aegon, where they were now throwing punches at each other. Aemond shoved Luke causing him to stumble back a few steps and his gaze quickly shifted to your own. 

You locked eyes with him, silently pleading that he not get involved. And in the seconds that he had not been watching your brother, Luke landed a punch directly against Aemonds jaw. You gasped, watching helplessly from your seat as the two sets of brothers were wrangled apart by the kingsguard. Standing you joined your mother as she worriedly looked over Jace and Luke. Your eyes glanced over to Aemond briefly and, as he met you gaze once more, you quirked a brow. Silently asking if he was alright. He nodded, quick and small, to reassure you before his gaze shifted back to his mother as she fussed about them. 

Before sending you and your brothers to your respective rooms, she informed you that come morning, you would all journey back to Dragonstone.

You quietly climbed out of the secret passageway into Aemonds room after listening to make sure he was alone. Quickly running to embrace him tightly. 

“Tonight could have gone better..” he jokes, hoping to hear your laugh. Instead all he heard was a shuddering inhale. 

“We lost our chance,” you murmur softly against his chest. “The king is probably asleep now.. and it’s far too late for him to accept any visitors in his room, kin or not.”

Aemond strokes your hair soothingly, “It’ll be alright, ñuha dōna (my sweet). We will speak to him in the morning.” 

“I am too leave come first sign of day.. my whole family is. My mother thought it best we leave before the King wakes, to avoid putting too much strain on him.” 

“Gaomagon daor zūgagon (do not fear). We will figure this out… I promise” Aemond moves, cradling your face in one of his hands. With the other he gently brushes your hair off of your shoulder, leaning down to kiss your neck. 

“Aemond… what are you-” 

“Shh, ñuha dōna (my sweet), let’s enjoy what time we have together.” Aemond purrs, his hands reaching behind you and pulling the laces of your dress loose. The fabric falls to the floor, pooling around your feet, leaving you bare. “By the Seven…Jurnegon ao, Issa jorrāelagon ao issi se olvie gevie mirre naejot mirre glaesagon (Look at you, my love you are the most beautiful thing to ever live).” Aemond dips, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you. You laugh, bracing your hands against his shoulders as he carries you to his bed. You fall against the mattress with a ‘thud’, lifting yourself up on your elbows. You watch with half lidded eyes as Aemond slowly removes his shirt, tossing it to the side. 

He starts to undo his pants when you speak, “Wait,” shifting to your hands and knees you crawl across the mattress until you are in front of him. “Ivestragī issa dohaeragon ao (Let me help you).” Aemond watches as you slowly hook your fingers under the waistband of his pants, sliding them down his legs. You lightly drag your nails across his skin. The sensation makes his muscles tense. 

You meet his gaze as you take his dick in your hand. You slowly run your hand from base to tip and back before stopping. “Kostagon nyke emagon nykeā sylutegon (Can I have a taste), my prince?” 

Aemond growls out a swear, tangling a hand in your hair. “Open your mouth.” He guides you down the length of his cock, groaning as your throat constricts against him. Slowly, Aemond guides your head along his cock. He inhales sharply through his nose as you reach one hand up to grip the part your mouth can’t reach, matching the languid rhythm he set. With your free hand you reach between your legs, rubbing your clit between your fingers. You moan around him, causing Aemonds hips to stutter. 

“Seven… look at you darling… simply tasting my cock brings you this much pleasure?” He teases, “you’re so desperate for me aren’t you?” You moan around him again, your eyes falling closed. 

“Jaelagon tolī (want more)?” You moan around him, the vibrations causing him to groan. He pulls you off of him, pulling you up to stand. Taking your face in his hands, he kisses you fiercely in a clash of teeth and tongues. He tapped your thigh twice, signaling you to jump. He catches you by the underside of your ass. You lock your legs around his waist and wrap your arms around his neck. Aemond reaches beneath you, gripping his cock and lining it up with your entrance. In one thrust, he buries himself inside of your core. 

You break the kiss, throwing your head back and moaning as Aemond lifts your hips, bouncing you on him. Your nails claw at his back and you hide your face in his neck, moaning loudly. 

“Ao issi sīr ȳrda, issa dōna (you are so tight, my sweet), He moans into your ear. “You are practically sucking me in every time I pull out” 

“Aemond please– fuuck– It feels so good…” You meet his darkened gaze, panting harshly.  “Harder, I want you to fuck me harder.” 

He moans, hips stuttering before stopping altogether. Aemond pulls out, making you whine in frustration. Dropping you back against the bed, he hooks both of your legs over his shoulders. Quickly lining himself up again, he thrusts in completely with one snap of his hips, setting a fast pace. The force of his thrusts causing the bed to knock against the wall. Your hands fist the sheets beneath you as moan after moan is fucked out of you quicker than you can suck in oxygen. Aemond brings a hand down to your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Your body convulses, unsure if it should seek out the intense pleasure you are feeling or if it should move away from it. 

“Aemond! Nyke jāre naejot māzigon (I'm going to come)!” Aemond thrusts into you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the room with your panting. 

“I am too, love..” He says between pants, his rhythm faltering. 

Your body tenses and your mouth falls open as a loud moan forces its way out of you. Your walls tighten around Aemond’s cock, pushing him over the edge. He collapses against you, kissing you passionately as he climaxes inside of you. 

The both of you lay there catching your breath. Aemond’s body on top of yours, wrapping you up in the perfectness of the moment.

News of King Viserys’ death arrived on the back of a dragon, by way of Rhaenys. Along with the news of Aegon's ascension to king. Your mother had gone into labor early, whether the news was the cause of this no one could say. 

For three agonizing days, you could hear her wails echo throughout all of Dragonstone as Daemon held council after council. Watch over you and your youngest siblings had doubled, there was no where you went that a guard did not accompany you. It was suffocating. 

On the fourth day, just as the sun began to set, a raven appeared on your windowsill. Attached to its foot was a small scroll. It read,

Meet with me, tonight, when the moon is its highest. 

The note had no name signed, but you hadn’t needed a signature to know it was Aemond who called for you. And so, that night you snuck out to the beach and mounted your dragon. 

It took no time to reach the small islet between King's Landing and Dragonstone. You could see Vhagar’s towering for as you approached. Quickly landing, you jumped off of your dragon.  

“Tell me Rhaenys is wrong.” You plead, quickly walking up to Aemond. “Tell me Aegon did not take the throne!”

“I cannot lie to you,” Aemond said solemnly, taking a step towards you as you took a step back. 

“Then why ask me here?” You demand. 

“Run away with me. We can leave this behind us, leave Westeros behind us.” He begs you, hands reaching out to take yours. 

You're shaking your head, tears already welling up in your eyes, as Aemond pulls you back to him. His hands cradle either side of your face, thumbs wiping away the tears that spill over.

“Please, (Y/N)..” his voice is small, afraid of your answer. “Please say yes.. say you want this as much as I do.” Aemond lays his forehead against yours, nuzzling against you. 

Your hands reach up to lay overtop of his, your eyes have closed as tears now run freely down your cheeks. “I..” you choke out, “Aemond I can’t.” You sob, your hands tightly gripping his. “I cannot leave my mother.. I wish I could say yes.. Aemond I do, please believe me… but I can’t.” 

Aemond shushes you, holding you to him as you sob. Tears well in his own eye and threaten to spill over as his chest tightens. Resentment for his family, your family, the situation you’ve both been forced into, threatens to explode out of him. 

Once your cries have lessened, and your breaths start to even out, you pull away. Placing a hand against his cheek, you pull him down for a chaste kiss. “Goodbye, Issa jorrāelagon (my love)..” As you remount your dragon and take off towards Dragonstone, you hear an anguished cry split through the air followed by the thunderous roar of Vhagar.

Part 2 Part 3

[onlyhereforthestories]

Bumpy History - Part 1 (Aitana x Reader)

I have just finished a placement for UNI and the first thing I wanted to do was relax and write and so I did. Here is something that I started ages ago and finally finished. Two more parts of this to come!

Being a dual citizen wasn’t easy in the profession you were in, being born in the US to a Spanish mother and an American father also made life a little complicated. You had grown up moving back and forth between the two countries and so you never really felt like one was home over the other. The problem was you were being called up to the under-18s of both national team squads right now due to your performances for your college team.

Deciding that you felt more comfortable in Spanish culture and knowing that you had no plans to go to university in the US after you finished college you decided Spain was the country you were going to commit yourself to. This is where you met Aitana.

She was one of the best players playing for the team when you joined and for some reason you both just couldn’t get on, you were convinced she hated you. It was like she saw you and decided that you were someone who wasn’t worth the time of day. This meant that you didn’t fit in, everyone else looked up to the girl and you were seen as an issue.

This didn’t stop you from playing and playing well. You scored a goal on your debut and got a couple of assists on your first start for the team, one of those assists was for an Aitana goal. It was the first time you both went within arm’s length of each other. It was brief and you could see the realisation dawn on her face when she registered who she was hugging.

After that first time, you went back to the States and continued with your studies. You only ever thought of the woman when camps were coming up and even then it was a fleeting thought, you wanted to make sure you kept her out of your mind. She obviously didn’t think about you.

Two years later you had been signed by Barcelona straight out of college, you got the call the day you graduated to confirm your place for the next season and you moved back over to Spain the following week. What you didn’t know was that Aitana had also been promoted from the Barca B team to the first team at the same time, a fact that you only found out when you stepped into the coach’s office on your first training session of the season.

“Y/n, thank you for coming in slightly early for this. I want you to meet Aitana, I believe you might already know her from both your Spanish youth team days but as you are both new to the team this year I thought it would be a good idea to have you paired up coming into today. I know joining a new team can be scary so I want you two to look out for each other.” He gave you both a pat on the back as he left the office.

“Hola. It’s good to see you.” As you were now going to be teammates you decided it was time to be a bigger person and offer that metaphorical olive branch. You were adults now, the petty youth nature of ignoring each other surely couldn’t happen anymore.

“Hola” She didn’t look at you but at least she replied. You took this as a good sign, maybe you could get on this time around.

“Shall we go get our new stuff? I don’t want us to be late on our first day.” The smaller woman nodded and followed you into the hall and towards the training room. You couldn’t tell if her quiet nature was due to nerves about being on the team or not wanting to speak to you. You were leaning more towards the latter based on your history.

You both got introduced to the players that you would now call your teammates and started training. By the end of the session, you had spoken confidently to a few of the other women on the team and was happy with how you had settled yourself in. You were worried about this the most when accepting the contract, you had not lived in Spain since you were 13. This meant you felt a disconnect from the culture and the people, a disconnect that you were happy was all in your head. Aitana on the other hand had been quiet and reserved and you didn’t know if you could help her, you didn’t know if you wanted to help her.

It shocked you when you thought about it later that night at home, the woman who had been the top dog, the woman who was so confident in her obvious ability was shy and reserved now even though she had made it. You spent that night thinking about what you should do in this situation, you were torn on whether you should try and help the smaller woman or not.

It had been a good year for you, your debut season had been perfect. You were a starter now and got a good amount of game time, you were the joint top scorer in the league and you had made some wonderful friends on the team. You only had one issue, Aitana. The woman wasn’t necessarily mean to you anymore, she hadn’t been the whole season. Well, not like she was back in your youth days anyway. The shorter woman just didn’t speak to you even when you tried to speak to her. She would avoid being in the same room as you if she could, didn’t pair up with you unless asked to and would always steer clear of you if you were on the same team during training games.

After trying to engage her with your new friends at the beginning of the season, she retreated away even more. It was like she was scared to be around you and that seemed to extend to some of the girls you were closest with.

You just didn’t understand what you had done to make her hate you that much, this is what you were currently explaining to Leila and Patri, two of your best friends on the team. She really must hate you to treat you the way she had back in your youth days and to then go on to ignore you now.

“I just don’t get it, when we first met it was like she hated me just for what I looked like or something because she was horrible before we even really spoke. She was so good and everyone looked up to her so I was just on my own, the little American who shouldn’t be there. Now she just doesn’t say anything, I’m confused. I want to get on with her for the sake of the team at the very least, I see her laughing with some of the other girls and I just don’t know why she can’t do that with me?” It was honestly starting to get to you, you just wanted to know what you did wrong so you could fix it.

“She might just not know how to talk to you because of the fact you have a past. You have two options really, you corner her and make her speak to you or you carry on crushing on her from afar.” Your head whipped to the older woman at that.

“I don’t have a crush, what? I. Shut up.” The two women laughed at you. The fact that you found the midfielder a little attractive was the best thing the two of them had heard in weeks. “I hate you both.”

You walked out onto the balcony of Leila’s apartment where you were currently having a girl's evening. The sun was setting in the distance and you could just about make out a group of girls kicking a ball in the park over the road. You don’t know when it happened and you don’t know why it happened but at some point over the last year, your dislike for the woman from your past had turned into affection.

You were screwed.

[feyhunter78]

Chapter Sixteen - The first move has been made, and the Stark boys take what is theirs. Ch 17

My darling Lord Robb,

First, I must thank you for my gifts, they are quite lovely and as you requested, I wore them on my nameday this night past. Many paid me compliments, even Tommen which I must admit was quite humorous. Oh, my love, I long for the day when we are united, I grow tired of waiting. I know it is harsh, but today I was forced to spend three hours listening to Tommen describe his blossoming sword skills. I know he is a child, but the desire within me to tell him that he is nothing compared to my true husband, the Young Wolf, was quite strong.

Y/N reminds me that I must be patient, but I think that is hypocritical considering she has been in such a foul mood since Jon has decided he must act proper as to not get them in trouble. She believes I do not know of their affections, of their dalliance, which I find both insulting and amusing. Only a blind man would be unable to see what is between them, and even a blind man would be able to hear in their voices the affections they have for one another, even now as Jon pretends he is nothing more than a guard.

I am hoping they shall resolve this little spat before you come to save me from this lion’s den. I would like there to be no conflicts within our family, so rest assured I will do all I can to assist either y/n or Jon so that our ascension to power is a peaceful one—at least within our own houses. There will be nothing to distract us upon meeting.

I anxiously await your next letter and the day when we may finally cease writing and speak face to face.

-          Yours in earnest, Margaery

Robb presses his lips to her signature before folding the letter and slipping it into his pocket, earning a snort from Theon.

“Will you be this unbearable when you finally get your hands on the girl, or can I expect a reprieve from these disgusting displays of undying affection?” Theon asks, pressing his hand to his forehead pantomiming a swooning figure.

It looks ridiculous as Theon is fully cloaked, his armor hidden by the black fabric, his voice low as they wait for the signal.

They had been lying in wait ever since word had gotten out that the royal family was soon to pass by on their return trip to King’s Landing. The snail’s pace they had taken down to Riverrun to meet with Stannis then here to Highgarden had nearly driven him mad with boredom, but they could not risk alerting the Lannisters further than they already had. Now a mere week after Margaery’s nameday they have set the trap along the Roseroad.

Robb can hardly contain his excitement, soon he will be able to see her, speak with her, take her hands in his own. She will be angry, yes, that she will no longer be queen, that he had deceived her, but she would be queen of his heart. When he thought about such a line, the back of his head still stung from where Sansa had smacked him for it. It will be no replacement for Queen of the Seven Kingdoms , she said, but Robb hoped Margaery would forgive his deception.

It was not even truly a deception born of his own mind; it had been her grandmother's. The North did not want the Iron Throne, would not fight to put one of their own upon it, and his father was far too honorable a man to go against Stannis. There was no other suitable option. Stannis himself was married, had only a daughter, Margaery could not climb any higher, and she would not be safe if she remained married. Not with the truth of Tommen’s birth spreading farther and farther each day.

“You want me to scare her a bit, make you seem more the hero? Might ease her anger.” Theon offers an easy smile spreading across his face.

“Is that what you did to win over my sister?” Robb drawls, scanning the dimly lit road, they should hear the wheelhouses any moment now.

Theon chuckles quietly. “It was I who carried her through the streets of King’s Landing, who kept her safe from the ruffians and murders among the crowd that day.”

“Funny, Sansa said you held onto her sleeve and my father’s tunic as you ran, that you swore you would never visit a brothel again if you survived to the edge of the city.”

Theon scoffs but shifts in his crouched stance. “I have not visited a brothel since then, this is true, but I did not hold onto your father.”

“Just Sansa then?”

“Fuck you Stark.” Theon snarls, but there’s no bite to his words, only the playful ribbing that Robb has grown accustomed to since they were children.

“Will you two shut up?” Dacey Mormont hisses, her eyes like will o’wisps shining in the dark.

Then he feels it, the slight tremor in the ground, Grey Wind's ears perking up. The rush of adrenaline as the carts and wheelhouses begin to appear flanked by guards, guards who are either on their side or far too tired to expect an ambush on a road as well guarded as the Roseroad.

Robb counts the wheelhouses and carts as they pass, he will know hers on sight, Lady Olenna Tyrell had sent him a letter describing it down to the spokes on its wheels. She would not have any other man kidnap her granddaughter. Finally, finally, he spots it, gold trimmed, a rose embossed on each door, the curtains, a red crushed velvet pulled closed, and a freshly repaired third spoke on the second wheel.

Glass shatters up ahead, flames leaping into the air, horses rearing up, and it is time.

Jon guides his horse away from your wheelhouse, towards Robb and Theon. This has been the plan, it has always been the plan, though he had not known it until his father appeared.

“Brother.” Robb says, leaning forward to clasp Jon in a one-arm hug. He is smiling, joyful as if the sky was not filled with smoke, and the road alight with flames, as if the sounds of battle did not rage around them.

“I thought you were told?” Jon asks, confusion adding to the heavy stone of guilt in his stomach.

“I was, nothing has changed, we were raised together, you are my brother as Theon is.” Robb shrugs, nodding towards the Ironborn who had gone to fetch you and Margaery.

Jon squeezes his brother tightly. “Thank you.”

Robb pulls back with a smile. “Do not thank me, not until the anger of our wives dies down.”

Wives. Robb has no fear, he calls Margaery his wife, caring not that she is married to another, but Jon does not share that courage. He cannot shake off the lingering aches of being labeled a bastard all his life so easily. There is still fear someone better will steal you away, that you will resent him for the stigma that followed him for so long.

“Fucking hells.” Theon curses loudly, stumbling back as you and Margaery bust out of the wheelhouse, pushing past him, a blade clutched in Margaery’s hand.

“What a woman.” Robb whistles lowly, kicking his horse into a gallop after you both.

Jon follows, tugging the hood of his cloak further down.

Robb sweeps Maragery from her feet, but your hand is still in hers, and you cry out her name, as she cries out yours. Raw fear and desperation are clear in your eyes, and you dig your heels into the ground, pulling Margaery from Robb’s grasp, the two of you tumbling to the dirt.

You quickly help her up, just in time for Robb to round his horse and ride towards you both. Jon grabs you as he passes by, his arm an iron band around your waist keeping you locked against his chest.

You struggle against him, screaming when Robb sweeps Margaery onto his horse. “The Queen, save the Queen!”

Your cries draw the attention of some Lannister guards who are fighting against men Jon remembers from Winterfell, arrows fly and take advantage of their distraction, the Lannister men crumbling to the ground.

You scream again, terrified, and it guts him to realize you are screaming his name, begging him to save you.

Why has he not spoken? Why has he let you believe he was a stranger? It is the adrenaline, the rush of battle that has paralyzed his tongue, dried out his mouth and he finally forces it to work, unsticking it from the roof of his mouth. “Y/N, y/n, it is me, my starlight, you are safe.”

You twist in his hold, terrified eyes meeting his. “Thank the gods, Jon, we must turn back, we must rescue Margaery.”

“She is well, all is well, I promise.” Jon says, kicking his horse into a gallop.

Robb cannot say if he is upset or overjoyed at Margaery’s reaction to the news. It had been a few hours now, the moonlit fading, the sun soon to rise. First, she was frightened, then apologetic when she saw the cut she had given Theon with her dagger, then she was smiling, and it is a smile he would gladly give his life for. But now, now she is angry, her words calm, her voice even, and soft, but he can see it in her eyes.

“You deceived me, My Lord, you said I would be queen.” She says, fixing him with a look that he knows he will see much more of in their shared years to come. “Now you tell me Stannis’ dour wife will sit in my place instead. That you have organized a kidnapping to lure the remaining Lannisters here, that way Stannis and your father will have no trouble taking King’s Landing.”

“My Lady, it was your grandmother’s idea, Stannis would not hesitate to lock you away or marry you off to an old, fat bannerman of his if you had attempted to keep your position as queen. He might have even ordered you killed if an agreement had not struck for your safety.” He explains, taking her hands in his and pressing them to his lips, they are as soft as he imagined.

Margaery cannot hide the smile tugging at the corners of her lips, not from him, even though her eyes still flash dangerously. “So, you thought to make that choice for me? What if I wished to marry an old, fat lord?”

He chuckles, and presses her hand to his chest, allowing her to feel not only his steady heartbeat but the hardened muscle. Y/N had written to him of Margaery’s likes and dislikes, what caught her eye, what displeased her. “If you truly want that, I am sure there is a Frey somewhere you could marry.”

He slides her hand down slowly, taking a step closer, his voice low. “But I have waited a very long time to finally set my eyes upon you, to feel your hand in mine, and if I am to send you to a Frey, at least allow me the honor of hearing my name fall from your lips.”

Her eyes flicker to his, then to his lips, then back again, a smirk curling on her own as her lashes flutter. “Like this, Robb? ”

She says his name so sweetly he nearly groans, but he stands firm, “not quite.”

Margaery pouts up at him, then tangles her fingers in the laces of his tunic and pulls him forward, going up on her toes, her lips parted so invitingly. “Do not be mean to me, Robb, I am to be your wife.”

Old gods take him, he is not Jon, he does not possess the strength his cousin does. He cups her cheek and kisses her, crushing her to him, walking her backwards until she falls onto his bed, him hovering above her, refusing to relinquish her lips.

Margaery sighs beneath him, carding her fingers through his hair. “Was that better?”

“Much better.” He laughs breathily, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips.

“I am queen Robb; I wish to still be queen.” She says softly, looking up at him with those doe eyes, she is so beautiful, a goddess of spring.

Robb caresses her cheek, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose. “I wished to keep you as queen, but it would not be safe. I offer you myself instead, and the whole of the North, I shall remake it to your desires.”

She ponders his words, and for a moment cold fear strikes through him.

“I guess that will be enough. I shall draw up plans quickly, and present them to you for your input, you know the capabilities of your people far better than I do.” She says, giving him that radiant smile, her hair splayed out, her lips kiss swollen, her eyes lowered demurely.

“Do not look at me like that, I know you are much too spirited to play such a meek part.” He says, flipping them over and running his hand through her hair, the silky tresses falling through his fingers like water.

Margaery plants her hands on his chest, smiling coyly. “You do not wish me to play your good little wife?”

He chuckles. “You may pretend with all others, but not with me. I have seen you Margaery, the core of you, we have spent too long writing each other for me not to know who you truly are.” He sits up, brushing the hair from her neck, his fingers trailing down the pure, unblemished skin. “And I quite like you without the mask, will you allow me to see more?”

Her breath catches in her throat, and he takes that as a yes.

Jon sees you bite your lip and glance at him, the sounds from within Robb and Margaery’s tent are soft, but not soft enough to spare you both the embarrassment. “Do you think they know we are here?”

He knows his ears are bright red, he can feel them burning, and he shakes his head. “I doubt it, Robb is bold, but…not that bold.”

“Perhaps we should come back at a later time?” You suggest shuffling your feet in the dirt.

The sounds grow louder, and Jon takes your arm, walking briskly away. “I think that would be best.”

You both wait until you are far enough from the tent and dissolve into peals of laughter, doubling over.

“I cannot believe—oh I must tease her for that later.” You get out through your laughter, the moonlight giving you an ethereal glow.

Jon wipes tears of mirth from his eyes. “I knew he was eager to meet her, but I thought his honor would hold till her marriage was annulled, at the very least.”

You look at him, laughter dying down, a smile on your beautiful face. “I guess I cannot blame them, I do not know what I would do if we were separated for such a long time.”

Jon reaches for your hand, caressing the soft skin, admiring the silver ring gracing your hand. His father had brought it from Starfell, it was his mother’s, a starburst amethyst that shined when the light hit it. “I do not think I would bed you where anyone could hear, even if we had spent years apart.”

You give him a mischievous smile, taking a step closer, your free hand on his chest, your lips mere inches from his. “Even if I asked?”

He presses your hand in his to his lips instead of responding, and you giggle.

“Let us pray we shall never be parted then.” You say, rising up on your toes to press your lips to his in a quick kiss.

His cheeks burn, and he ducks his head. “Y/N, someone could see.”

“We are to be married remember, and we are among your cousin’s men, I am sure they will not begrudge us one small kiss.” You tease, ghosting your lips over his as you speak, your fingers sliding between the laces of his tunic.

“You are a temptress, a vile, vile temptress.” Jon groans softly, his eyes fluttering shut as you begin to draw circles on his chest with your nails. He bridges the gap between you two, even the scent of smoke that lingers on your clothing can smother the smell of your jasmine perfume. He nearly groans again when you part your lips for him so readily, desperate to further intertwine yourself with him.

A familiar sharp cough breaks the two of you apart, and Jon swears beneath his breath. “Theon.”

“Jon.” Theon smirks.

“Lord Greyjoy.” You say, brushing the hair back from your face in an attempt to look put together.

“Lady Lannister.” Theon nods his head towards you, still smirking. “We have been called to gather. Tyrion Lannister has sent his response.”

TL: @mostclevermiss, @solacestyles, @2valentines, @sharknutz, @idohknow, @bdudette, @pluraldoggo, @legolastheleafyelf, @faerie-film, @wifiatthetrainstation, @duskypinki, @tartine-de-pain

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

OfficeColleague!Suguru Geto x Reader

Angel Of Small Death

⚠️𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘⚠️

🎀𝐀𝐠𝐞less and blank blogs will be 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝🎀

Pairing: OfficeColleague!Suguru Geto x Reader

Genre: Smut, Porn with plot.

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: PWP, reader is a big woman, female bodied reader, no protection, pussy eating, good ol' sex, colleagues

Summary: Geto Suguru is the bane of your existence. You hate him. He hates you. The entire office is convinced you’re going to kill each other someday. But damn if it doesn’t feel good when he fucks you senseless.

A/N: This is a collab with @ominouslywritinginmyhead. We've been cooking it for a while and it's gonna be slow but it's one of the most delicious things Saber has thought of that I know. Banner and dividers are mine.

Chapter 1

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The first thing any viewer would see was Yuuji trying very hard not to laugh. As a fresh graduate, he’d assumed office work would be the most mind-numbing activity in the world, but Jujutsu Inc. had proved him wrong within weeks. 

Without a word, Yuuji switched the camera to reveal the messy and noisy twelfth-floor office he’d been working in since April. In the foreground was his favourite senpai Nanami, determinedly staring at his laptop and pretending that he couldn’t hear the showdown going on right behind him.

“—two-faced thieving snake, I know you stole my clients!”

“I did not steal them; I simply suggested that they might benefit more from a more, shall we say, experienced team.”

“Experienced, my ass. You couldn’t even move two steps forward with that last file!”

“And why do you think that happened? Because you interfered and had half my team on leave!”

“That wasn’t my fault; the company requires us to take our paid holidays within two years of getting them — if your team is too overworked to take any vacation days, that’s on you.”

“You think you’re so superior, don’t you? If you actually looked in the mirror for once in your life, you’d see that you’re nothing but a sneaky backstabber who should be fired by now.”

“Oh, I should be fired? Well, if I am, I’ll be sure to tell HR about your little mind games and how you had those poor interns crying—”

In the background, one would be able to hear Yuuji’s uncontrollable giggling combined with Gojo-senpai calling out to the other employees: “They’re at it again! I think Suguru’s going to win this time~”

In full view of the camera, the two team leaders stormed out of the office, leaving through different doors. Just before Yuuji turned the camera off, Gojo-senpai began to laugh like a hyena. “If anyone’s brave enough to stop them, I’ll treat you lot to drinks tonight!”

Suguru smirked. Trust Satoru to find that entertaining. Apparently, his plan of treating the office to drinks wasn’t the only one going around: according to Shoko, the entire office had a betting pool on what could happen in each of these little…arguments. They weren’t stupid enough to do it to his face — or yours, for that matter. But it was quite obvious now what that stray 1000 yen bill on Satoru’s desk yesterday afternoon had been for. 

Not that anyone was going to win by very much, especially since they had no idea what went on behind the scenes. And quite frankly, Suguru didn’t want them to know.

The two of you were lucky that the janitor had called in sick this morning, and that nobody had come looking for the mop.

“Haa—dammit, Suguru, why’d you roll your sleeves up like—like that—you can’t do this to me—shit—”

“You…really need to stop accusing me like this, angel; I’ve done nothing.” He could still feel the sting on his lower lip, where you’d sunk your teeth in, sucking on it to soothe the pain. He could still feel his fingers digging into your plush thighs before his hand slipped under your pretty black skirt, the other hand trailing up your back. Most of all, he could still smell your perfume lingering on his clothes. Sitting in his office, the shades drawn, Suguru closed his eyes. If he thought about it hard enough, he could still feel your touch, too.

You had dragged the charming Geto Suguru into the janitor’s closet after your meeting where it was revealed that a pretty important client of yours had been smoothly swiped by none other than him. Not only did he have the audacity to smile and wink at you while detailing how his team would be proceeding with the client, but the man also knowingly leaned back crossing his bare sinewy arms in front of you — something he knew to be your weakness. 

“You know how much this turns me on, you bastard. Stop acting innocent; it doesn't suit you,” you’d spat, before grabbing the very hands you lusted after and placing them over your breasts. Suguru had complied with your silent plea, kneading at the soft flesh, while you moaned into his mouth. His knee had been pressed against your crotch and you rubbed against it like a cat in heat. 

But when he’d dipped his hand to slip under the waistband of your panties, you’d stopped him, “We can’t. Not here.” He’d given you his best puppy eyes and a pout that only made your heart race – just one time wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“We’ll meet tonight, after Gojo’s drinks,” you’d promised. Fuck, he missed you already. How has it only been two hours?  Two hours since he had you in his arms. Two more hours before you could leave work, and then God only knew how long it would be before the evening drinks would wind down…well, knowing Shoko and Satoru, far too long. If Suguru had his way, he’d have cleared a meeting room on the spot and taken you on the table itself—fine, maybe that was too much. But he definitely could just skip drinks and take you home. 

However, you probably wouldn’t be too keen on that. You’d made it clear at the beginning of this—whatever this was—that for it to work, the two of you would have to keep up appearances in public. There was nothing sanitary or respectable; after all, it was just sex. Rough, lust-driven sex. Nothing mattered to the two of you beyond your bodies and the stress relief you got from making each other feel good. But Suguru would be lying if he said it was still the same for him. 

He’ll never forget how it all started.  The two of you, thoroughly intoxicated in a bar one evening after work, much like what tonight promised to be. Your peers – long gone, either to the dance floor or slumped over at your booth. Left to your own devices, he had ended up beside you. In your haze you’d rested your head against his chest, remarking how incredibly muscular it felt. He had chuckled lazily, saying, “Well at least I know all those days at the gym are paying off – although for whom…” 

Hearing him trail off, you’d raised your head to look at him and he’d felt his slacks tighten seeing your eyes – wide and doe-like – as you remarked, “You’re single? I’d never have thought! You’re like, pretty physically gifted; if not mentally.” 

 He’d bristled and shot back, “Well, what about you? I heard you crying about being dumped the other day by the coffee machine.” 

“He wanted me to quit after getting married. It was an ultimatum. And we’d only been dating a few weeks.” You rolled your eyes. 

Suguru had grimaced at that. “Yeah, all that education and time you spent building your career, only to turn into a pretty little housewife who pops out babies? No thanks. What a waste.” 

Something had flashed in your eyes as he said that. The feeling of being understood, Suguru would later realise, was a powerful aphrodisiac. You’d sat up straight and grabbed his hand.

“I’m drunk, but I’m in control of my senses enough to know that, Geto Suguru, I kind of want to fuck you right now.” 

Suguru responded, “Well then, angel, that makes two of us.” From there it had been a whirlwind. You’d paid your tabs at the bar, texted your friends that you were leaving so they wouldn’t worry, and then instead of getting a taxi home, you’d hopped on Geto’s motorbike and sped off to a love hotel. Probably a stupid idea given the circumstances, but you both made it in one piece.

Despite the buzz in his body that was most certainly not from booze, he’d paid for the room and held your hand all the way up the elevator ride, desperate to touch you, yet concerned that you might not like the public display. But once you were in the room…it was all over. And not just for you.

His lips crashed into yours, rough and thirsty, drinking you in like a man lost in a desert who had suddenly happened upon an oasis. Fuck, you really were a good kisser, drawing him in deeper and deeper with your lips and tongue. Your hands were tangled in his hair, freeing it from the tight bun he sported to the office, while he tugged at your blouse, so neatly tucked into the waistband of your formal skirt. 

He’d paused for a moment to appreciate you once your skirt and blouse were off. “Damn!” he’d exclaimed with a low whistle, eyes roaming up and down your figure and resting briefly at your breasts clad in that pretty pink bra. How cute. The lace and little bow in the middle only made things better.

You’d blushed, but chalked it up to being the effect of the alcohol; thankfully, you didn’t have to think about it for too long, because Geto had dived between your legs and was already sloppily leaving kisses along your inner thigh. Your skin was so soft, and he swore he heard you giggle from how ticklish his lips felt.

Geto remembered how tight his own slacks had become, his shirt only half unbuttoned because he’d stopped you, wanting to prep you before he did anything else, desperation making him neglect his needs. He peeled your underwear off, flung it behind him, and attacked your clit. The small bud under his tongue was slurped into his mouth and gently pulled at between his lips, all while his fingers pleaded for an entrance into your hole. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself from clamping your thighs around his head, feeling the pressure building in your lower abdomen. His tongue worked wonders for you, licking up thick flat stripes. Something you couldn’t help but note your ex hadn’t bothered to do. 

Geto Suguru loved eating pussy. This was evident. 

He’d lost himself in the taste of your cunt face buried and mind far, far away till he’d felt you tugging at his hair, legs trembling around his head and you gasping “Stop, Suguru, stop!”

When he’d resurfaced, you’d fallen back onto the plush tacky red blanket, panting like you’d run a mile. Only then had he realised that you’d cum onto his face and were incredibly overstimulated. But you’d only taken a moment to gather yourself before sinking to your knees in front of him and finally freeing his cock, looking up at him with those infernal doe eyes. Your hand eagerly wrapped around it as you took his tip in your mouth, testing the waters with little kitten licks. You were determined to show him as good of a time as he’d shown you. 

So you started slow, getting a feel for his thickness and length, before gradually upping your game. It was only a matter of time before you managed to unravel your co-worker completely, and it was the gentle squeeze to his full, aching balls that made Suguru cum in your mouth with a guttural moan. You’d made a show of it, swallowing his cum down your throat and licking any spillage off your finger. 

Suguru’s eyes had darkened at that, and he’d almost ordered you to “get on the bed, I’m going to fuck you now.” You’d complied with a squeak of excitement and laid on your back, watching Suguru first yank off his work pants, then tear off his shirt, and finally climb over you while pulling down his boxers and throwing them halfway across the room. He’d reached out and opened a drawer to find himself a condom, and when he rolled it over his still-hard cock, he’d moaned — your eyes glazed over on hearing such an enthralling sound. You’d spread your pussy lips for him, glistening with your release, and Suguru had gently pushed himself into you, slowly, keeping his eyes on your face to make sure that you didn’t feel any discomfort. His gaze was calculating and contemplative, easy to see despite the low light of the room. You ran your hands through his gorgeous locks again, drowning in his touch. It was only when he bottomed out – his last few centimetres thrust in – that your mouth fell open in a silent scream. 

“Fuck. Your cunt feels amazing, angel.” The little lube on the condom, combined with your own slick, was enough for you to take all of Suguru, but it was still a tight squeeze. Definitely one of the bigger men you’d been with. 

The way you were stretched around him squeezing him tight, Suguru was loath to restrain himself, but he wanted this to feel good, for him as well as you. So he went slow and your hips bucked with each thrust, desperate to feel more of him. Soft pleas fell from your lips, “please…fa-faster…harder…f-fuck…more…please…Su-Suguru,” but he continued his pace. Only when you’d cupped his face in your hands, pulling him down for a kiss, and whispered to him, “Suguru, if you don’t move now I’m going to fucking bite you” did he chuckle, but started to pump in and out of your pussy faster and harder. 

“Is that a promise, angel?” he’d teased, and you’d hated the way your pussy clenched at his words. Unfortunately, Suguru seemed to like it.

His hips slapped against your ass with each hard thrust, and soon he was spilling for a second time that night, condom catching his release inside you. He’d pulled out and collapsed beside you, rubbing your clit with his right hand while his left arm encircled you, pulling you in for a rough kiss. The release you found from his fingers had you clinging to him desperately, moaning his name and maybe a few swear words. You wanted more. You needed more. 

You were sweaty and messy after all that, so he’d actually lifted you up and taken you to the adjoining bath, where you both soaked in the warm bubbly water for a while (once again, something your ex never gave a shit about, based on what Suguru had overheard at the coffee machine) before you had decided it was time to call it a night. Although your corporate nemesis assured you the room had been paid for till morning, you had mentioned that staying would have been crossing some boundary and had even denied his offer to drop you home on his bike. 

“You shouldn’t be riding,” you’d said, “We drank quite a bit…I’ll take a cab home, you can have the room for the night.” 

And with that, you were gone. Only the scent of your perfume and your combined sex lingered…

A/N: Hello! Thanks so much for reading. This was an idea that @ominouslywritinginmyhead came up with and hit me with so we decided why not write a Collab fic on it. We've pored over it and had several revisions and finally here it is! A small thank you to her for being a galaxy brain and dreaming up such delicious ideas. Also btw apparently in French they call an orgasm a small death so that's where that's at.

As always hearts and reblogs are much appreciated and comments will earn you kissies

[baldurs-simp]

maybe write something about Halsin preparing for hibernation, we don't talk enough about that :3

I love this idea! Definetly not somethng talked about. Thank you for requesting. I hope you enjoy it!

Masterlist

Summary: You have to say farewell to Halsin for just a few months as he prepares for his bear to go into hibernation.

Warnings: just some fluff

"What are you doing?" you question, resting your hand on the doorway as you watch Halsin pack a few supplies into his backpack. There's a small pang in your chest, fearing that his love for you has run out and that he's leaving the grove, as he had done with his last grove, seeking something new.

Halsin turns to face you and he senses your fear, giving you a sweet smile as he begins to step forward to take your face in his hands and tenderly kiss your forehead. "Nothing you need worry about, my heart," he whispers, running his hands down your arms to give them a comforting squeeze. "The cold months will be upon us shortly. I am simply making provision for the hibernation."

Your eyebrows furrow at his words and you lean back slightly to see his face better. "Hibernation? You mean..." Your words trail off, realization hitting you, and a smile slowly spreads across your face. "Your bear."

Halsin chuckles with you, glad to see the worry leaving your mind as your shoulders lose their tension. "You know how it can interfere with my life. Some years go by without me feeling the need to hibernate. But this time, I feel it just as I feel the seasons changing," he says, stepping away from you to continue packing things into his pack.

"How long will you be gone for?" you question, picking up a loaf of bread from the table to bring over to him.

"It is hard to say. Perhaps a few months, perhaps a few weeks," he says, taking the bread from you with such gentle hands that it almost contradicts the beast he can change into.

"Well, I shall hope for the latter. What of the grove? They might be lost without your guidance," you mention, leaning against the table as he fastens the buckle of the pack, securing all the content within.

He chuckles, the laugh reverberating in his throat as he turns to face you fully. "I am sure they will be alright in your capable hands," he says, placing a finger under your chin to lift your gaze up to him when you turn away to hide your flattered expression. "I shall not be far from the grove. Should anything happen, believe me when I say that I will know of it. You will not go without my protection."

"So you are leaving the grove in my care? I question your wisdom in that choice," you laugh, stepping closer to him as he rests his hands on your hips.

"You are wiser than you give yourself credit for," he mentions, smiling down at you as he marvels at your beauty. "And I am sure others will help where needed. I do not expect you to take on all the responsibilities of an Arch Druid so soon while I am away."

"Can I not come with you?"

"As much as I would like that," he starts, caressing the side of your face with the back of his hand. "Your place is here, my heart. I cannot allow you to come with me as I fear that you will not be as safe out there as you will be here."

You lean into his touch, placing your hand over his as you breathe out a sad sigh. "Then I shall eagerly await your return. Even though I will miss your warmth in the cold nights."

Your words make him laugh again as he leans forward to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. You hold his close, savouring the moment as you do not know how long you will have to go without it.

You walk with him through the grove, talking about unimportant things, just living in the moment you share with him because you know you will miss him.

As the wind picks up slightly, you feel the coldness in nature's breath. Halsin turns to look back at you before he reaches the treeline. Watching as he leaves the grove behind, venturing into the forest, you have no doubt that you will see him again. Even if it is in bear form.

And it brings a smile to your face.

[miniwrites1]

First Date Jitters - Ominis Gaunt

Request - Fluffy ominis x reader where they go on a date in hogsmede pls

Word Count - 1093

Theme - Fluff

Ominis felt his stomach somersault with each step that he took towards Hogsmeade, he thought that he might throw up any minute from the nerves that he had. He’d arranged to meet (Y/N) in Hogsmeade over a week ago for a date in a moment of confidence, but now he was terrified.

After spending nearly, a year sitting together in charms class, he’d fallen for her quite hard, much to the amusement of Sebastian who felt the need to make a joke at Ominis’ expense every time (Y/N) was within ear shot. But after the last charms class that they’d all had together, Ominis decided that he’d had enough of being the but of his friends jokes.

“(Y/N), would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday?” Ominis asked with confidence, (Y/N) looked over at him, smiling before she spoke.

“I’d love to go. Are you asking me on a date?” She replied, with a small blush.

Ominis felt his stomach flip again just reliving the memory, how could he have been so stupid to think that she’d want to go on a date with him? She probably wouldn’t even turn up to the Three Broomsticks.

Ominis rounded the final cobbled path to the main entrance of Hogsmeade when he stopped to allow his thoughts to settle. He knew he needed to be calm, but he was panicking. “Pull yourself together.” He told himself, before continuing through the archway into the town.

He weaved through the groups of people gathering around the shop entrances, slowly making his way towards the Three Broomsticks. He was slightly early as he’d agreed to meet her at 1 o’clock and it was only 12:30. He decided to make the short walk to Honeydukes to pick up some commiseration sweets for inevitable jokes he would receive when he arrived back at the castle.

When he entered the shop, he was immediately hit by the smell of sugar. It did nothing for his stomach. Deciding that he needed to grab what he came in for as quickly as possible he began scanning the shelves with his wand for what he wanted, he picked up some fizzing whizzbees and acid pops before heading to the till, but before he reached the till, he felt it.

(Y/N)’s favourite sweet was directly in front of him. He couldn’t get himself something and not get her anything. He grabbed a chocolate frog from the shelf and bundled it with his other items, planning to give it to her if she turned up for their date. He paid quickly and left Honeydukes, heading back to the Three Broomsticks, hoping that she had arrived.

Ominis walked into the Three Broomsticks nervously, using his wand to help him navigate the mess of people inside. That was when he heard his name called just to the right of him.

“Ominis!” It was her; she had come! He’d recognise her voice anywhere. He made his way over to her quickly, sitting down at the table that she’d saved for them.

“How are you (Y/N)?” Ominis asked nervously, he didn’t understand why he couldn’t shake his nerves.

“I’m well thank you, and you?” She replied. Ominis responded quickly saying that he’s fine. The conversation was slightly awkward in the Three Broomsticks, it was so loud that it didn’t flow well. Ominis was cringing internally, the date was not going well. (Y/N) could see that he was struggling and took his hand from across the table.

“Shall we go for a walk?” (Y/N) asked. Ominis nearly shot out of his chair to leave, causing (Y/N) to laugh. They hastily left the Three Broomsticks and headed up the path that would take them out towards Dogweed & Deathcap. On the way there, (Y/N) reached for Ominis’ hand, taking it in hers again as she had done in the Three Broomsticks, causing a blush to spread across Ominis’ cheeks.

They stopped on the path just after the bridge out of Hogsmeade, taking a moment to rest on a relatively flat rock. Ominis sighed causing (Y/N) to look over at him.

“This isn’t how I expected our date to go.” He said somewhat sadly, (Y/N) smiled sadly, quickly embracing him in a tight hug.

“The fact that you came has made this date for me, I didn’t think you’d turn up.” She replied, Ominis was surprised, those were his exact thoughts as he was on his way to Hogsmeade earlier. They continued to chat while sat on the rock.

“You know, Sebastian has teased me about you for weeks. I’ll admit that I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.” Ominis mentioned, (Y/N) laughed and rolled her eyes at Sebastian’s antics.

“Poppy did the same to me. It’s almost like they were working together.” She laughed again at the thought of them working together to set this up. Ominis joined in with (YN)’s laughter.

“Maybe we should do the same to them.” He joked, even though he meant what he said, knowing that Sebastian had a crush on Poppy. After a small amount of scheming, Ominis and (Y/N) continued walking, hands clasped together back to Hogwarts. As they entered the main gates, (Y/N) spotted Sebastian and Poppy awaiting their return.

“They’re waiting for us.”  She leant up to Ominis’ ear and whispered. Ominis smirked and pulled back on her hand stopping her from going any further. Cupping her face, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips which she happily returned. They pulled away at the sound of fake vomiting noises next to them. Opening her eyes, (Y/N) noticed Sebastian holding his stomach and pretending to throw up at the sight in front of him.

“Was that Sebastian making those noises by any chance?” Ominis asked quietly. (Y/N) confirmed his suspicions. He sighed, handing (Y/N) the bag of sweets that he had picked up from Honeydukes.

“Please hold this while I go after him, the chocolate frog in there is for you.” Ominis said before raising his wand and charging towards Sebastian who quickly ran back into the castle.

(Y/N) smiled as she opened the bag, pulling out the chocolate frog. Poppy came over to her and looped her arm through (Y/N)’s.

“You need to tell me everything.” Poppy exclaimed, excited to hear what had happened on the date. (Y/N) was about to tell her everything when she saw Sebastian running straight towards them with Ominis right behind him. Before either (Y/N) or Poppy knew what happened, Ominis had pushed Sebastian into the fountain.

“Don’t run from me again.”

[huelovening]

let you break my heart again

hueningkai x reader

summary: you were soo sure confessing to hueningkai, would end up in a cute relationship between you two.

warnings: angst lol, like 1k words

it hasn't been long since you started talking to kai, your little crush growing stronger with each conversation you held.

you were pretty sure you might have a chance with him, the way he softly spoke to you, or how he always made sure you felt comfortable. but after all, he's always been nice, so it's kinda hard to tell if it's actual interest.

however, you will try to shoot your shot.

you've all planned it through, you spent time with kai multiple times a week but these past weeks you did everything for him to see your full potential. you went as far as trying a new make up style, dressing up cutely or wearing your hair in a way you knew he'd like.

you remember one peculiar moment that got engraved in your mind.

it was one of your usual hang outs with kai, you guys wanted to meet at the arcade but he insisted on picking you up, like the gentleman he is. with kai, there never was an awkward silence between you both, you could talk about anything with him.

at the arcade he showed you his 'video game skills', he was kinda bad but not that he would admit that. but then it came to show his ultimate talent. the claw machine.

within a few tries he'd win whichever plushie he had his eyes on. "kai, will you show me your tricks?" you had asked, jealous of the multiple plushies he won.

he laughed at your pout "sure" he positioned himself behind you "see, you gotta do it like that"

god knows you paid no attention to his words. the way your back was pressed against his broad chest and the way he guided your hands distracted you more than anything. you could literally feel his breath on your neck, you thought you were going to faint till suddenly huening kai's squeaking brought you back to reality, you (it was actually mostly him) had won a plushie.

"y/nie, you did it!!" he hugged you, you couldn't breath, you weren't sure if it was because of his tight grip or the because of how strongly you could smell his cologne while he was wrapped around your body.

after that situation you always seemed to be nervous around kai, sure, you've always liked him but the thought of confessing made you anxious. till you finally gathered up the courage.

you were supposed to have a picnic today, that's why you're preparing a bunch of food, cutting several fruits into heart shapes, it would be obvious that you had put a lot of effort into it. that thought made you smile, a kind soul like him appreciates things like that.

you were quite confident, you and kai grew close in such a short time, you spent a lot of time together, you were pretty sure he'd like you back. you've never discussed things like relationships with him, the subject just never coming up.

you planned to pick him up at his dorm, where you usually spent a lot of time together at. yeonjun opened the door for you, smiling at you. you were pretty sure he knew about your crush on kai, it was pretty obvious, to anyone but kai.

you truly didn't mean to eavesdrop but at the mention of your name, it came natural.

kai was heard standing in the kitchen with soobin, conversating about, well, you.

"are you going to confess to y/n? she seems to like you as much as you do." soobin teased him, kai just laughed it off, his next words making your heart drop.

"you know i don't like her like that, i still have my eyes set on yuna."

oh. oh!

"dude what? yuna rejected you, move on with someone you actually enjoy spending time with." soobin replied, his smile fading almost as much as yours did.

"whatever man, i'll keep going. y/n's probably there soon" kai sighed, making his way out of the kitchen, his eyes meeting yours.

"hi kai! shall we go? you look good." you managed to speak, you have no idea where that confidence came from but you would rather act like nothing happened.

his face has immediately brightened up and that smiles that has you weak in your knees showed up on his beautiful lips.

"right, let's go!" he laughed, taking your hand. he always did this, making you feel like you're the one he wants but, oh, apparently not.

the way to your picnic spot was quieter than usual, he did talk a lot whether it would be about a new pokémon game or a new song he learned on the piano. you were interested, truly. but you couldn't pay that much attention on his words.

while putting out all of the food from your picnic basket, it was obvious by now, that something was wrong with you. kai noticed, being worried as always. "y/n what's wrong? you look kinda pale, let me put out the rest of the food, lay down."

"i'm okay, just kinda feeling funny." you denied. fuck, he was making this really hard.

the words that earlier left his mouth keep crossing your mind, unable to focus on his words.

"love, please. you can talk to me, i don't want you to be upset." he stroked your hand while saying that. that was definitely the last straw.

"f-fuck! this is exactly it! you call me love, you hold my hand, you make me feel like i'm the only girl that's on your mind but then you say you don't like me that way? what do you want me to think? i didn't know this is how friends act." by now, you were sure you felt your eyes water, tears slowly dropping down.

kai kept silent, staring at you. the realisation hit him, that you must have heard his conversation with soobin earlier.

"y/n, i'm sorry i gave off that impression but i-i just don't like you the way you want me to." he said, voice sounding much more monotone now.

"i think i should go."

a/n: im so not sure if i want to write a pt 2 for this pls lmk if youd read it!!

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What to Expect | Chapter 14

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synopsis: Jake enjoys a day golfing with the guys, while you receive some shocking news.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: smut, pregnancy, cursing, questions of paternity unrequited love, fighting, mentions of blood work, mentions of abuse

“Fuck, that’s it,” Jake moaned as the grip on your hips tightened. You placed your hands on his chest to help you keep your balance as you rode him, “Oh fuck, ‘m not gonna last.” 

Ever since that disastrous dinner at your parents house, you and Jake became insatiable. That night was the first night in nearly nine months that Jake had touched you like that, kissed you like that, loved you like that. He was a little scared at first, he didn’t want to hurt the baby or anything, but Doctor Miller assured you both that it was okay to have sex while this close to your due date. In fact, it might even help you deliver on time. 

“Jake,” You cried out, feeling his cock start to twitch inside you, “Help, please.” 

“I got you baby,” Jake answered, taking one of his hands and going in between yours and his bodies, circling your clit. You yelped at the feeling, arching your back in pleasure, “There ya go baby, I got you. Cum for me.” You nodded, not being able to think of anything as you felt your body start to shudder and spasm. Jake grunted, lifting his hips to bury himself deep within you and release his seed, “Fuck.” 

“Oh god,” You moaned, sagging forward just a bit, pressing your weight onto your hands as you caught your breath. 

“You okay?” Jake asked, running his hands up and down your back. 

“Yeah, just give me a second,” You said breathlessly, “It’s not easy riding dick at almost nine months along,” Jake chuckled and brushed a strand of hair from your face. 

“Well there aren’t many positions that we can do with you this far along,” Jake said, “And my dick is slipping out.” 

You chuckled as you gently rolled, with the help of Jake, onto your back, “We shall see if there will be any more sexcapades after this week.” 

You were nearing the home stretch, and you couldn’t be more happy and sad at the same time. The two of you had spent every moment that Jake was home spent working on the nursery and setting up the guest bedroom for Jake to use. Which, he had hardly been in, finding himself falling asleep in your bed most nights. He knew that this current sleeping arrangement wouldn’t last long, once the baby was here you weren’t going to want a single thing to do with him. 

“We have another appointment next week, right? The last one?” Jake asked and you nodded. 

“The grand finale,” You said and Jake chuckled. He rolled onto his side and lightly drew circles over your bump, “You know, Doctor Miller can still do the DNA test and we can-” 

Jake shook his head, “I’m not letting her stick a needle into your belly.” 

“Actually, she can do it by just taking my blood.” 

“Why are you bringing this up again? Did George say something to you? Did he threaten you?” Jake pushed himself up from the bed.

“No!” You exclaimed and pushed yourself up into a sitting position, “No one said anything but Jake, if getting the test done means that this baby gets a fair shot-” 

“Why are you worried about the trust? You said you never wanted a drop of that money,” Jake looked at you confused. 

“Things change. Jake, you almost died on your last two missions that I know about. And who knows how many other times,” You said and Jake’s eyes softened. He sat back down on the bed next to you and cupped your cheek. 

“If something happens to me, you and her will be taken care of, without the Seresin trust,” Jake answered, “I have things in place already to make sure that you will never have to worry if I’m gone. So please, for the love of God, can we just drop this?” 

You nodded and Jake smiled. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. On top of your due date being soon, Jake’s birthday was also approaching. He was going to be turning the big three-oh, and you wanted to do something to celebrate. Jake argued that he was fine getting drinks at the Hard Deck with you and the daggers, but you were not about to let that slide. Turning thirty and becoming a father in the same year was a big deal, and you were going to make it one. 

“Hey, what are you thinking?” Jake asked, running his hand over your bump. 

“Your birthday.” 

“No.” 

“You are turning thirty! We are celebrating!” 

“Yeah, and we might have a baby by then,” Jake said, placing a kiss on your belly and you giggled at the feeling, “Seriously, nothing big.” 

“Can I get you a cake?” 

“I’ll allow a cake. Only! If it’s cinnamon shortcake,” Jake kissed your cheek before getting out of bed. It was Saturday and the only thing he had on the agenda was going golfing with Dylan, Rooster, Bob, Maverick and Iceman. Sarah and Phoenix were coming over to help you work on thank-yous from the shower and finish decorating the nursery.  

You pushed yourself up from bed, feeling babygirl move around in your belly. You found your sleep shorts that had been taken off by Jake and slipped them back up your legs, before sliding on one of his old academy t-shirts. It seemed like most days you were wearing shorts and one of Jake’s t-shirts. You swore to yourself that next time you had a baby you were getting pregnant during the summer. Being heavily pregnant in the heat of the summer in California was something you did not want to endure again. 

That was another thing you had thought of recently, was what would happen next with your family. You had never just wanted to have one child, you didn’t want them to grow up as an only child. You loved your siblings, and you loved how big your family is. Even though you don’t always get along with them, you couldn’t imagine a life without them. You wanted your child to have the same thing, but how was the question. Would you find someone else to marry and have children with? Would they accept this baby as their own? Or maybe, would you have another one with Jake? Or did Jake even want more than one? They were all questions that kept you up at night. 

“You must really be in thought today,” Jake said, walking back into your room dressed in khaki shorts and a pink polo. Pink was really his color, it made his eyes stand out even more. You wondered if your baby would have his green eyes or the same blue eyes that ran in your family, “Hello? Earth to Y/N?” 

“Sorry,” You said, shaking your head and looking at him, “Got a lot on my mind.” 

“Well, can I help you think some of it through?” 

You bit your lip, running everything through your mind again and then said: “No. It’s nothing you can help with,” You gave him a small smile. He nodded and kissed your forehead. 

“Well, don’t think too much while I’m gone,” He said. 

“I’ll try not to. And don’t get mad at Bob, you know he can’t golf,” You said and Jake chuckled. 

“Thank god he can fly better than he can hit a golf ball.” 

You walked Jake to the front door, and stood on the porch as he pulled out of the driveway and left to go get Rooster. You sighed and headed back inside, going to make yourself some tea before your mother and Phoenix came over. You couldn’t wait for the day that you could start drinking coffee again. Every morning Jake brewed himself a fresh pot, almost as if he were mocking you in some way. The smell was intoxicating and all you could do was sit at the breakfast table and watch it drip and fill the pot. 

While you waited for the kettle to come to a boil, you looked through the stack of mail that was on the table. Most of it was bills for the house and from the doctor. You and Jake had agreed to split the cost of the prenatal care 50/50, since you weren’t technically on his insurance plan. You tossed most of the mail to the side, besides bills it was mundane things you didn’t really care about. Except for one white envelope with your name on it. 

‘Y/N KAZANSKY

PATERNITY DNA RESULTS’ 

Your heart started beating rapidly in your chest as you looked at the envelope. The sound of the kettle ringing brought you out of your trance, and you stuffed the letter into the pocket of your cardigan, and went to tend to the kettle. 

Despite Jake telling you to not get the test done, you had it done anyway. You really had no plans on telling him, but slowly the guilt of going against what he wanted was starting to eat at you. At first, you had the test done to prove George Seresin wrong, and to have it on file in case Jake were to change his mind. You weren’t going to have Doctor Miller send you the results, but then you changed your mind. But now, as they were here in your house, in your hands, you suddenly regret getting the test done at all. Jake trusted you, and you knew that he would love this baby no matter what that piece of paper said. You knew that you should just throw the envelope away, tear it up and shred it. But a voice in the back of your head stopped you from doing that. So instead you tucked the envelope away in your sock drawer. 

— — — 

Jake used to hate the game of golf. His father loves it and would spend hours at the golf course or driving range. Hell, he spent hundreds, maybe even thousands a year on tee fees, golf lessons, buying expensive clubs and playing at some of the top golf courses in Texas. Occasionally, George would bring Jake along, only when it would benefit him. Before Jake got into the academy, George took Jake on a golf outing with the dean of students, the athletic director and the head coach of the UT football team to try and win them over. Jake thought it was the dumbest thing ever and did everything in his power to make himself look like a fool. George was furious that night and took it out on Jake. The next day at school Jake told everyone that he fell from his horse and that’s what caused the black eye and split lip. 

But now, as Jake was older and actually had people that he enjoyed being with, he found solace in the game of golf. Even though three out of the six of them could never hit the ball entirely straight. He was still in good company which made it all the more fun. Currently, he was standing behind the tee box watching Bob calculate his shot and line up his driver with the ball. Bob had never golfed before he started golfing with them, and it was obvious. Jake thought Rooster had a bad swing since he still had that baseball swing in him, but seven out of nine holes someone was yelling “fore!” when Bob was up to tee. 

“What are the girls doing today?” Rooster whispered to Jake. 

“Finishing the nursery,” Jake answered, “Y/N said I don’t have the feminine touch so I am not needed. Phoenix and Mrs. Kazansky are over.” 

Rooster chuckled to himself, “She settled on a theme?” 

Jake nodded, “Farm theme. Don’t ask me why, but there’s a giant picture of a baby cow hanging over her crib.” 

You had found said picture at Home Goods and nearly bursted out in tears at the sight. Jake, of course, had to buy it and it was the first thing ever put up in the nursery. You loved the picture and felt like it made the yellow painted room feel like home. Jake thought the picture was kind of scary with its big brown eyes staring at you. But if you loved it, then he would love it too. The nursery furniture was all a distressed light brown color, which went perfectly with the farm theme that you wanted to go with. Jake and the daggers managed to put together all the heavy stuff, now what was left was the easy decorating. 

“Has she decided on where she’s going to have the baby?” Iceman asked as Maverick took a step up on the tee box. Bob’s ball had taken a sharp left and ended up in another fareway that Dylan would have to take him searching for. 

You had told Jake from the beginning that you wanted a home birth and he respected that decision. He helped you search for good doulas and midwives in the area and settled on one together. However the two of you were yet to decide on a location. Jake wanted to go traditional and do it actually at home, but you wanted to go to your parents cabin about an hour away. 

“No,” Jake answered, “She still wants to go to the cabin but I’m not sure if she’ll make it that far. Every day she thinks the baby is coming. I’d much rather do it just right at home in the living room.” 

“Dammit!” Maverick cursed as his ball hit a tree and bounced off somewhere in the rough. 

“She’s a saint for wanting to do it unmedicated,” Rooster shook his head and stepped closer to the tee box, “I had stitches once without getting numbed and I thought I was going to pass out.” 

“It’s what she wants, and she’s determined,” Jake shrugged. He wasn’t  a fan of the home birth option at first, his anxiety gave him too much worry. What if something happened to you? What if something happened to the baby? But you assured him that everything was going to be okay. If something was wrong with either you or the baby they would send you to the hospital right away. Doctor Miller had signed off on the home birth and would be on call if anything was to take a turn. 

The rest of the afternoon went off without a hitch, well, as without a hitch as much as it possibly could. Bob nearly broke his glasses and managed to lose a whole sleeve of golf balls in the first nine holes. They all decided to call it a day early and get drinks and sit outside by the pool. The pool was busy for it being a hot day, the loud screams and laughter of children filling the air. 

“Are you going to get a country club membership now, Bagman?” Dylan asked. 

“Why? Because I’m about to be a dad?” Jake asked, taking a sip of his long island iced tea. 

“That’s exactly why,” Dylan laughed, “You and Y/N give off country club people vibes.” 

Jake chuckled and looked at the various families and children that were in the pool. He could see himself getting a country club membership. Playing golf league on tuesday nights, bringing you and your daughter to the pool on the weekends, dressing up for certain fundraising events. But while he was thinking of all of that, he also thought of his parents and how they do the exact same thing. Jake grew up going to the golf course pool on the weekends with his nanny and mother. George and Margaret were always getting dressed up to go to some fundraiser for the club, and Jake even had to be in quintillion because Margaret was one of the sponsors. He hated every single thing about growing up as a “country club kid”. 

“Well see,” Jake answered, his jaw clenching. Rooster looked at him questionably, but just shrugged and went back to talking baseball statistics with Ice and Bob. 

The sun was starting to set by the time the six of them decided to leave. They were all feeling warm not just from the alcohol but from the time spent out in the sun. Bob was sure to have a sunburn on his arms tonight, and Rooster knew he was going to have a gnarly sock tan line that might go away by next fourth of July. They all said their goodbyes, and Rooster climbed into Jake’s truck since they had driven together. His brown eyes glanced at the carseat in the back seat of the truck. He tried to ignore the pang in his heart every single time he saw it, but he couldn’t help it. 

“Think this is probably the last time I’ll see this truck this clean,” Rooster said as Jake climbed into the driver's seat. Everyone knew how anal Jake was about the condition of his truck. He treated it as if it was his baby, and cleaned it once a week, sometimes even twice if he had driven it a longer distance than just to base and back. 

“Oh, it’ll stay this way,” Jake answered back, pressing the start button, “We’ve already talked about it.” 

“You know that kids are just mess magnets,” Rooster chuckled as Jake started on the drive back to his place, “Your truck, your house, everything is about to come one giant mess.” 

“Don’t even remind me,” Jake shook his head, “My sisters houses look like permanent hurricanes. I hope with one that things won’t be as messy. Well, one for now.” 

Rooster was silent for the rest of the ride home, Jake’s comment settling in his head. He knew that he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that, he had Noel and she was good to him. But in the back of his mind he thought that maybe just maybe there was still a chance for him and you. That maybe, just maybe, you hadn’t completely closed the door on the idea. Rooster looked up from his lap as Jake parked in the driveway, his eyes seeing the white Nissan parked behind his bronco. 

“The girlfriend is here,” Jake smirked and Rooster gave him the best fake smile he could muster. 

“Yeah, she said she’d stop by later,” Rooster unbuckled his seatbelt, “Tell Y/N I missed her today. Would rather have her as a partner than you sometimes.” 

“If you think I’m bad, wait until you play next to her,” Jake shook his head with a laugh, “She thinks she’s the next Tiger Woods, I swear.” 

Rooster smiled, knowing exactly what Jake was talking about, “I’ll see you, man.” Rooster stepped inside his house, and leaned his back against the door. He noticed Noel’s shoes by the door and knew she was probably waiting for him in his bedroom. He reached into the pocket of his khaki shorts and pulled his phone out, seeing one single text from you. 

‘Bug Kazansky: I got them back.’ 

He took a deep breath and locked his phone, sliding it back into his pocket before going upstairs to his girlfriend. Tonight, he was focused on Noel, not you. As much as it hurt his heart to think about, he couldn’t spend every moment waiting for you anymore. He had guilt from what had happened between the two of you, but if you had so easily moved on and forgotten about, so could he. 

Jake parked his truck next to your car in the garage. At the old house in Lemoore, you two only had a one car garage and it was first come first serve on who got the spot. But now, there was no fighting when it came to it, and it made him feel domestic. He had basically moved in with you these past few weeks. The only time he’d really stop by his house was to get fresh clothing and to get the packages of dog food for Herc. He considered asking you if he could fully move in, but he wasn’t sure if you were ready for all of that quiet yet. He didn’t even know where you two stood as far as relationships go. Of course he wanted more with you, but he was willing to do whatever it was that you wanted. 

He could see the house was dimly lit when he arrived home. The sun was almost down, lighting the earth with a pink and purple hue. Jake stood in the driveway for a moment, soaking up the last rays of the sun before heading inside. He could hear the faint sound of Greta Van Fleet playing from upstairs and knew that you were either in the nursery or in the bath. You had been ending your days by taking a warm bubble bath partially to relieve the pain in your lower back and to help you fall asleep easier. Your insomnia has come back these last couple weeks as you got closer to your due date. 

Jake checked the nursery, not finding you but hearing the music playing a bit louder. He walked into your room, smelling the scent of your essential oils and seeing Herc laying in the doorway to the bathroom. The german shepherd had become not only your protector again, but also the protector of your unborn child. Jake would come home from work to see you napping on the couch or even sometimes asleep in bed, and Herc’s face was nuzzled into your belly. 

“Momma in there, boy?” Jake asked his dog, kneeling down to scratch under his jaw. From the reflection in the mirror, Jake could see your legs resting over the side of the bathtub. He stood up from his position and walked into the bathroom, seeing you resting your head back against the side of the tub and a wash cloth over your eyes. 

“Y/N?” He called out. 

“Hm?” You answered, removing the wash cloth and looking up at him, “You’re home.” 

“I am,” Jake answered and walked over to you. He bent down to place a kiss on your forehead, “How was your day?” 

“Tiring,” You sighed and ran your hands over your bump, “Nursery is one hundred percent complete and so are the thank you cards. We started washing all the bottles, clothes and other stuff we got, which is going to take forever.” 

“Well we got time,” Jake said leaning against the counter, “You about ready to get out?” 

“Yes,” You nodded, “Can you do me a favor?” 

“Sure.” 

“Can you get me some pajamas please?” You asked, sticking your bottom lip out, “Oh! And fuzzy socks!” 

Jake chuckled, “Of course. Be right back.” 

You nodded, and moved your hands back and forth in the warm water, “How was golf?” 

“Same as it usually is!” Jake yelled as he opened your dresser drawers, and found a pair of sleep shorts that you should hopefully be comfortable in. 

“Bob go through another sleeve of golf balls?” 

“I don’t know how he does it!” Jake said back and you giggled. A smile was brought to his face at the sound of your laughter as he found one of his old t-shirts in your drawer. 

“It must have something to do with his glasses,” You said and pushed yourself out of the tub. You grabbed your towel and dried your body off, wrapping it around you the best that you could, and then walked to your bedroom, “Maybe he just can’t see where. . .you weren’t supposed to find that.” 

Jake’s green eyes were staring down at the white envelope you had stashed away from earlier. The clothing that he had in his hands had clearly been dropped to the floor, and you could see them start to shake a bit. He looked from the letter to you, his eyes rimmed red. 

“I can explain,” You said, and took a step towards him, but he visibly took one away from you. 

“I told you I didn’t want this done!” He exclaimed, gripping the letter in his hand, “This is exactly what he wants! And you fell for his trap!” 

“It’s not just for your father,” You sighed and ran a hand over your forehead, “It’s for me.” Jake looked at you confused for a moment and then at the letter. 

“You couldn’t have done this without my DNA,” He said softly, “So unless you swabbed my mouth in my sleep or stole my kleenex, you couldn’t have-” 

“Because I didn’t use your DNA, Jake,” You said and took a deep breath, “I used. . . I asked Bradley to do the test.”

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S1E1 – In The Beginning Write Up P3

– Five Years Later (allegedly) and The Present Day

Alright so let’s address the elephant in the room here shall we? The signpost tells us, in no uncertain terms, that the story line has moved on by five years. I have a serious issue with that assertion, and it’s not just because this is in direct contradiction to the storyline in the book. It goes a little something like this:

I cannot believe that Aziraphale and Crowley have left the Antichrist alone for the first five years of his life.

Even if we’re generous here and say that Crowley steps in to replace a nanny that has been present for Warlock’s early years, it simply doesn’t make any sense that they would have sat back and let him develop on his merry way for the most influential years of his life (sorry Neil, but I will die on this hill). The book’s timeline here makes a lot more sense – that both Aziraphale and Crowley are inserted into Warlock’s life within a week of his birth, Aziraphale as the gardener and Crowley as the nanny. At the age of five, they both leave and return immediately as tutors for him, ensuring that they are both present for his entire childhood. With that in mind, I’m going to do something potentially controversial and adopt the book timeline as fact. It just makes more sense. Also that will make my fanfic ideas not only possible but genuinely really feasible. Honestly, I don’t know why the timeline deviates from the book here – this matter aside, the series is a truly excellent adaptation of the book (judged by the fact that I never said “that’s not how it happened in the book” for the whole of series 1. There are a lot of media writers that could learn a lot from Neil on this point – I’m looking at you Discovery of Witches series 2 creative team).

There are two things I find interesting about the short scene that follows (no, one of them is not how well David carries off a skirt, though I do really appreciate the Mary Poppins reference with that costume). Firstly, the positioning of Aziraphale as a gardener. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised that the idea of a garden is brought up again, but I can’t quite make the connection myself. Perhaps there isn’t meant to be one. That said, I would have thought, given his character, Aziraphale might have been more suitable as something like a butler (it would even give him the opportunity to steal food!), which would likely give him more opportunity to interact with Warlock throughout his childhood, so I do feel like there’s something here.

On a tangential (and impossible-to-be-related) note, I saw Nye a few days ago (a play about the founder of the NHS, starring Michael, for those who don’t know what this is) and there was a line in it about Nye and his wife believing their love to be like a garden – he planted the love and she tended to it. It was truly beautiful and touching. I felt like I had a sort of light bulb moment about gardens in GO and then realised that the two productions have nothing to do with one another!

The second thing I noted about this sequence is more something of note than something that has meaning. Having discussed the music/soundtrack for this series in a previous write up, it should come as no surprise that there is a cute little parallel here: the melody Crowley uses for the lullaby he sings to Warlock is the same as the melody for the second motif in the theme tune. It’s slowed down quite considerably, but still recognisable.

Original theme:

Lullaby:

I have to say, I’m a little disappointed we don’t get to hear the rendition of “Three Little Pigs” that we’re treated to in the book. I am not ashamed to say that I laughed very long and very hard when I read it – I have a pretty dark sense of humour. Perhaps this was a little too much for the good ol’ BBC?

Quick item of note from the next scene at Heaven/Hell HQ – this series has escalators instead of an elevator. I had originally assumed that this was the same building as we see being used in series 2 to gain access to Heaven but looking at the background when Crowley and Aziraphale enter the building, it’s clear that it’s a completely different building, which just makes me wonder where exactly the HQ entrance is. There’s a really clever piece of editing at use here too, one which I actually didn’t spot until I was doing this write up.

I hadn’t noticed previously that the duplicate image of the escalator on the floor of the lobby ISN’T a reflection of the physical escalators. On the left, we can see Crowley’s image on a set of escalators going down, whilst we see no reflection of Aziraphale. We even get to see Crowley approach the escalator in the “reflection” after he disappears through the floor, whilst Aziraphale’s reflection disappears from the floor as he approaches the stairs, and both of these things happen as they walk across an area that ripples like water under their feet. I don’t think there’s any hidden meaning in this, I just think it’s a really cool piece of film.

When we see the angel and demon giving their reports to their respective head offices, it’s made clear to us that neither authority has any awareness of their collaboration. In fact, Aziraphale is still held in high esteem by Gabriel and Michael (though perhaps not Uriel and Sandalphon – those two always look like someone just pissed on their nice suits) and is even given permission to continue on his apparently futile mission. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said of Crowley, but as Liggur said earlier in the episode, it would be a funny thing if demons could trust one another anyway.

It’s nice to see that Heaven isn’t so busy that it can’t produce a newspaper for its earthbound agents, complete with weak headlines, worthy of any local rag:

I do not think it a coincidence that the newspaper has been given the title of “Observer” – after all, it’s pretty much all they do up there isn’t it? Watch people? Other than planning Armageddon I mean…

The short scene on the bus also shows us a little more of the dynamic between Crowley and Aziraphale when it comes to planning. It’s clear that the angel is relying on the demon to lead the way and he looks really worried when it’s made apparent that Crowley doesn’t have a plan for a potential emergency situation.

Quick note about the Hell Hound – he’s being housed in a room with a number on it – 2549. Does this mean there have been 2548 Hell Hounds before him? Hastur certainly indicates that he isn’t the only Hell Hound they have (but he is the biggest). Where are the rest of them?

The conversation (which takes place in the grounds of Crystal Palace Dinosaur Park - the repeated reference to dinosaurs being a big joke in this scene is not lost on me) on the park bench is the first time we hear Crowley call Aziraphale by the name “Angel”. Neil has confirmed (here and here) that this isn’t anything other than a factual name to use but I can’t help but feel like it’s affectionate. It’s certainly very familiar and it’s interesting to see that Aziraphale doesn’t repay the favour; perhaps this is to do with the meaning of the words – after all, calling someone “demon” doesn’t feel very polite, does it? Or perhaps it’s just that “Aziraphale” is a bit of a mouthful to say. This is also the first time we are let in to the secret of them having their own side:

AZIRAPHALE: And if he does name it? CROWLEY: Then you and I have lost.

The conversation around the potential murder of an 11-year-old boy presents an interesting side of the relationship between the pair. I don’t think I’m alone in thinking that the suggestion that Aziraphale is capable of killing an innocent child (even if he is the Antichrist) is nothing short of laughable, and Crowley would know this. This suggestion is shared with a rare occurrence of Crowley communicating “secretly” with Aziraphale where the angel doesn’t get the message, and the irony is that Crowley isn’t even being that subtle about it. There’s no doubt that Aziraphale really doesn’t get the drift though:

It’s painful to watch Aziraphale’s thought process here. He knows that Crowley’s logic actually makes sense but he can’t tally that with his own moral compass – it’s a struggle that I think the vast majority of us would go through if put in the same position. Sadly, it’s not like Crowley has much other choice than to suggest Aziraphale does the deed – if he were to do it himself, the repercussions for him would be unthinkable. It’s clear that this is the first time he has raised this idea in the eleven years they’ve been doing this job together and he can’t even say it without his voice breaking (see “one life against the universe”), and once it’s clear that Aziraphale isn’t open to the idea he doesn’t push him or lose his temper. He watches Aziraphale carefully for the whole exchange, without changing his expression, which I take to mean he’s watching for any signs that he’s pushing him too far.  All of this tells me he’s only done it because they’re getting desperate.

Alright, it’s time to move on to the little “magic” routine. I find this whole sequence adorable - can we say 1941 vibes? I do find it interesting just how quickly Aziraphale’s mood changes with the idea of him being able to perform some magic again – he’s gone from the contemplation of the ethics of an actual trolley problem (see here if you don’t know what that is) to a smiling, bubbly angel complaining that his companion is “no fun” in mere seconds. For someone who lives their life in eons of centuries instead of years or decades, he’s a remarkably fickle being! It’s pretty blurry in this shot, but just look how happy this angel is:

The hidden communication thread is resumed at normal operation here as Crowley knows exactly what Aziraphale means when he says he could “entertain” – he knows exactly what he means by this and is not amused by the implications.

I also find Crowley’s use of the word “demeaning” an interesting choice here. Usually we might say embarrassing; in fact the dictionary definition of demeaning is to lower the character of somebody, or to make them feel less respected. Whilst I can fully understand why Crowley might be embarrassed by Aziraphale’s pathetic attempts at illusionary magic, I am less clear on why he would find it demeaning. UNLESS. Unless my suppositions about the state of their relationship are correct, in which case they would have already been together (romantically) for almost eleven years at this point. Then it makes a weird sort of sense.

The comic little squabble that follows also makes perfect sense in this context. This couple are in no mood to compromise on this matter; Aziraphale will not be told that he’s a shit magician because he has too much fun doing it (this despite the fact that we know he and Crowley agreed he shouldn’t do magic anymore, but unlike in 1941, there’s no risk of anybody getting hurt if he drops a coin on the floor) and Crowley will not concede that he’s being a killjoy (which goes quite against his character). The spat concludes with Crowley delivering a passive-aggressive threat to Aziraphale, which you can see he instantly reconsiders with a head tilt - probably wise considering how unimpressed the angel is with it.

Side note: the watch that Crowley is wearing (seen at Warlock’s birthday party) appears to be a Devon Tread 1 A, coming in at a cool 18.5K (dollars). The book does make mention of his watch being fucking fashionably expensive but it was custom made for him, with an extra time zone for “Another Place” where the time is always “Too Late”.

Another side note: how many dens did you make as a child? A fair few I’d bet if you were anything like me. Did they ever look as cool as the one that The Them has? Me neither. I mean, just look at all those guns and skeletons used for decoration:

Once we’re back at the book shop, I find it interesting that Aziraphale is intending to imbibe (we don’t actually see him drink any of it) whatever spirit he’s given to Crowley. I’ve no doubt it’s good quality, it’s just unusual to see him drinking hard liquor – perhaps this is simply due to the seriousness of the situation he finds himself in. Their conversation about lying in memos to head office also suggests that Crowley might not be the only one lying to his bosses:

CROWLEY: Everyone stretches the truth a bit in memos to head office, you know that.

Is it me, or is there a sense of “I told you so” to Aziraphale’s lack of sympathy towards Crowley’s despair? Some might say it’s reminiscent of the way a stereotypical nagging wife speaks to their long-suffering husband when he’s done something wrong…

In amongst the dark threat of impending Armageddon, we’re still treated to a little comedy (and perhaps another Clue as to the current status of the relationship between the angel and demon). Crowley’s snappy, and ill-considered, outburst in response to Aziraphale’s almost apologetic confession that he’s wearing a new cologne is well worth a word or two. Let’s say for a second that this pair are not romantically involved at this point in time – is it not a bit strange to think that the person you’re with knows you so well that they would detect that you’re wearing a different perfume than usual? I would think you’d have to be spending a LOT of time in VERY close proximity to that person for that piece of information to be anywhere near their radar. And what’s with the angel’s apologetic tone? Why would you feel the need to be sorry about trying out a new cologne? Aziraphale doesn’t look particularly shocked when Crowley announces that he knows what he smells like, and Crowley’s tone and facial expression suggests he thinks this piece of knowledge is a pretty obvious one.

Here’s my last observation for this episode. Check out just how earnest Crowley is in this delivery:

Despite Aziraphale’s response that he thinks he obviously would, I don’t really feel like he believes this stance, and he’d do anything not to believe that what Crowley is saying is true.

And so concludes the first episode! If you’ve made it this far through my write-up(s) so far, I commend and thank you. I’ll start work on the next episode over the next few days, but in the meantime I’ll also write a master post that I’ll add to as I go along. As always, comments, questions, discussions and any other engagements are welcome.

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique: Weapon XXX-23

Canada, the great white north, a vast wide little land consisting of regions such as Toronto, Ottawa and Quebec. Currently within the serene wildness of the Canadian rockies, our resident Red Riot and his cotton candy link Alien Queen were having themselves a little camping trip. Nothing said summer fan like gong hiking around a different country as the sturdy and acidic pair were busy setting up shop. Mina busy prepping the picnic spot and gathering up some kindling for a campfire, that is when she wasn’t busy stealing some glances at her man.

Sensually biting her lip as his tanktop did a grand job showing off that pair of gun shows he called his arms. If there was a vet around,she’d have to call about some “sick pythons”, that was for sure, his biceps and biceps pumped and flexed from all that effort and goddamn was it making her thirsty as all fuck. Rubbing her thighs together as she tried to keep her dirty thoughts at bay, at least until they'd finished setting up camp. Pouting adorably as she thought of how lonely she and Kirishima felt without the third wheel of their tricycle.

Mina:"It's still such a bummer Maya couldn't join us on this trip. I mean granted not often she gets to visit home..."*The cotton candy bombshell quipped as she was still feeling a bit incomplete without their shared girlfriend. Maya of course was indeed spending a week or two in her home of Jagua del Toro which did remind Mina of one thing. They definitely had to go their for sure, she just knew that place wasn't just famous for its beaches, but especially the babes. The kind of babes she and Maya knew would get their Riot all nice and riled up....*

Kirishima:"Ah it is what it is, sometimes but hey next time around we might go with her there, right?"*The sturdy hero quipped in response as he continued nearing completion of the tent. Missing the erotic leer Mina shot his way as she began making her way towards him, lust glowing in her golden racoon eyes. Who could blame her when her man was looking so delicious and fuckable, those firm muscles of his in motion as he worked away on setting up their camp. She had to think it wasn't all bad given she and Kirishima could fuck as much as they wanted, loud as they wanted without anyone to bother them but the critters of nature.*

Any further personal musings of thought or conversation dirty or otherwise when they heard some very loud sounds incoming from nearby their way. Sounds of a very telltale nature that implied combat and conflict of a struggle that was very intense. Being of heroic personality of course the red and pink duo knew they had to intervene and go see what the situation was and just their luck that had to be quite a doozy. Upon investigation of course that wound up being proven to be quite the understatement.

But of course how often were you to likely run into some petite but well toned feisty but fierce girl clad in leather swinging pair of duel bladed claws in her hands like a wild animal. Small wonder she was fighting of course given she was going up against a group of misfits from the infamous Brotherhood, one of the most notorious quirk supremacist gangs around. Suffice to say that what was followed was an intense battle to say the least but numbers weren’t a problem when You had a duo like Pinky and Red Riot backing you up. Oh come on, you really think I’m gonna go into details about how the battle went?

Yeah I thought so, we all know what you’re all really here for so let’s get this show on the road, shall we? After the ragtag renegade band of villains were rounded up followed by some questions and statements with local law enforcement, the red and pink duo were soo back in their camp now with the added company of their new friend they'd saved. A young girl by the name of X-23, or Laura as she found most preferred to call her and to say her lifestory was complex and tragic was an understatement. But she wasn't one to dwell on the past, least compared to how she was then compared to now though it could be hard to tell with how calm, composed and stoic she was.

But she proved to be willing to try and socialise and it helped that Kirishima and Mina had a natural friendliness and affability about them that made them easy to like. Laura certainly had to say mina's peppy motor mouth and spunkiness rather reminded her of Jubilee in a way as the trio enjoyed some small talk and a little bit of the natural tranquillity and serenity of nature of course. Soon of course dusk began to make itself known as the Canadian wilderness became bathed in the fading light and shade of the setting sun as the trio enjoyed a little peace and quiet and making some s'mores around the campfire before Kirishima and Mina decided to call it a night but not before offering to set up a spare tent for Laura to enjoy some privacy as well as peace and quiet. Leaving her be to enjoy the campire while it lasted as they ducked into their own tent a few feet away.

Laura of course wasn't clueless or naive as she seemed to the duo and what they were really up to at this very moment. Her enhanced senses could pick up the sounds and scents of what was going on so close yet so far from her in their tent. The slapping of skin on skin, the clapping of asscheeks as Mina struggled to keep her volume down against the relentless assault of pleasure coming from her boyfriend as he danced the oldest dance known to men and woman with her sexy pink self. It was, quite frankly, intoxicating for the young woman as she felt leather clad thighs becoming soaked with sticky nectar flowing from her quivering pussy.

Oh she certainly appreciated their civility and politeness in not wanting to disturb or offend her with their passion and desire but if anything it made her curios. Despite how cool, calm and stoic she seemed, internally was a different story as she felt that innate primal beast within her stirring. The beast within that desired to mate and breed, sensing the presence of a strong, worthy alpha male, an instinct she felt the moment she'd laid eyes on Kirishima and his feats of strength and power from when he and Mina had helped her out earlier today. Hence she saw no lack of logic in her next set of moves to make as she got up from her seat by the weakening campfire and made her way over the lovers' tent.

The closer she got, the more intense the sounds and scents of their erotic mating hit her senses turning her on something fierce, a glowing red blush on her face as she silently panted with husky desire, eyes glowing with rising lust as she approached the tent. Kneeling down as she stealthily, slowly unzipped the entry way and peeked inside to find quite the delightful show happening before her. The sight of Mina mounted atop her chivalrous Himbo cowgirl style as she bounced her bubbly cotton candy pink booty on that shaft of his. Which she could gleam had to have quite the length and girth on it if the rising bump in Mina's stomach was anything to go by, the alien queen sensually biting her lip, perky pink titties bouncing as she caressed her man's washboard abs while he held her hips firmly.

Eijiro of course hadn't yet noticed their sudden voyeur but Mina's lust hazed golden eyes did, sending her a secret sensual smile Laura's way. The goth-like Wolverine clone knowing enough body language to know Mina wasn't just asking if she was enjoying this show but inviting her to join. After all why watch when it'd be better to share the fun together? Laura of course got the hint easily enough as to Mina’s delight, she began to strip down until she was naked as the day she was born.

Kirishima of course was none the wiser until he suddenly found his view of Mina bouncing on his Lil’ Riot suddenly obscured by Laura straddling his face as she sat and parked her toned perky ass atop it. Grinding and rubbing her slit before she let out soft gasps and moans as she felt his tongue respond to lick and lap away at her flowing nectar. Mina's sensual smile widening as she continued to bounce away on her lover's cock, leaning forward to press her lip's to their new sex friend's own. Tongues dancing together in their growing bond of intimacy as the girl most knew as X-23 expressed her gratitude in a way that felt fun and natural for her.

The campfire had long since gone out but the fires of passion in this threesome only continued to burn bright well long into the night as moans and the primal rhythm of skin on skin filled the wild Canadian air. The tent a tangle of limbs shifting and dancing through a variety of positions and combinations of 2 on one to one on one as one third of the kinky group would catch their breaths. Laura or Mina eating one another out as the hard-headed redhead pounded them doggy style or in missionary to Mina fingering herself with erotic delight as she looked on at the female Wolverine getting it deep and hard in a mating press. Laura was clearly no virgin by any stretch but hotdamn if it wasn't clear she hadn't been with someone on the level that Kirishima and his Alien Queen were at, and this was without their resident blue shapeshifting bombshell girlfriend!!

Naturally Mina was making plans to send Maya the details of this illicit little encounter with their lovely new friend, that is once they woke up in the morning of course. Right at the moment was about feeling as good as they possibly can, as Laura herself now watched on as she recovered her stamina. Probing her pussy with her fingers as she looked on at Mina getting it deep and hard while that flexible bubblegum pink bombshell body of hers was held by Kirishima in a full nelson as he knelt on the tent ground. Grunting and groaning as Mina was rocked with orgasms which only skyrocketed as she soon found Laura licking away at their conjoined loins, lust glowing in those cool eyes of hers. Which the horned girl of course found so damn hot....

By the time this little threesome had finally finished, dawn was kicking in as it bathed the wilderness in the radiant glow of sunrise's light. The tent warmly glowing adding to the afterglow shared by the 3 as Laura laid draped atop Kirishima while Mina spooned and hugged her boyfriend's side. Their bodies glistening with sweat and spent juices as Laura held a soft, rare little smile on her face, thinking to herself she needed more than just the one night. Reminding herself that she had come out looking to find herself spiritually and now she was thinking maybe she might be able to do that if she transferred to Japan, especially once she learned which campus Kirishima and Mina went to.

Not long after this unexpected acquaintanceship encounter in Canada, Laura's well known, imfamous father had his clone daughtered texting with enquiries about arranging a transfer or entry into an exchange program for hero schools in Japan. While Maya found herself getting a delightful surprise in the form of a few texts and videos, especially of the sexy variety from her fave Pinky and definitely liking what she saw. Reminding herself she should definitely get a few of her gal pals in Jagua to come meet her girlfriend and especially their boyfriend and ooh some gals in Japan should definitelt come to her little home paradise. The beaches were hot but the dudes and bitches were hotter!!

Sometimes it wasn't easy being a student for a hero school, especially when yours was the generation that had to deal with quirk erasing yakuza bosses, a quirk hoarder with a demon god complex and a nihilistic hand-freak among other things. But other times it made for quite the love life when you found romance especially when going camping somewhere like in some woods in Canada made you get lucky. Yeah a mouthful I know but hey, you know what they say. How sweet it is....

[wildflower-otome]

[Translation] Cupid Parasite -Sweet & Spicy Darling- ~ Allan Melville After Story

Source: S&S Wedding Note - His and my Wedding Note (Otomate Sweet Box Bonus Booklet)

Allan Melville - Sweet & Spicy End After Story - First-time Sick Nursing

Note: Major spoilers for Allan's Sweet & Spicy End below.

After seeing the children off as they got onto the bus to go to summer camp, Lynette and I returned to the house.

My wife, and our precious children. Some years had passed since we had become a family of four. The children were growing up well, free to study and run around and play, watched over by the familiar I had created from low-level demons. And now this year they were off on summer camp for the holidays.

From today, she and I would be on our own for a week. So that we could spend it together, I had finished up my work in the demon realm and wrestled a week’s vacation for myself.

Truth be told, I had been looking forward to spending time with just the two of us for the first time in a while. Of course, the time we spent together as four was precious to me. Still, this was a different kind of happiness.

‘.....Hey, Lynette. It’s been a while, why don’t we go a date?’

When I asked her, her face lit up and she nodded.

‘Yeah, of course! Where shall we go?’

She affectionately wrapped her arm around mine. It made me happy seeing her smile like a young girl, and I nodded.

‘Let’s see. There’s a new café I’d been wanting to go to recently-’

Even the time we spent together talking about where we would go was dear. Warm and happy days were within my arms.

It happened on just such a day we were spending together, just the two of us.

‘Ah-‘

When I turned around at hearing the sound of something breaking, I saw her standing, motionless with shock. At her feet was a broken mug cup. A pink mug cup with a picture of a lobster on it.

‘What should I do! I’ve broken it-‘

Flustered, she reached her hand out to the fragments of the mug cup on the floor. Seeing her so unheeding, I ran over to her in a panic.

‘What on earth are you doing!’

Angrily, I grabbed her hand. Because if I didn’t, it looked as if she were about to take hold of the glass fragments with her bare hands.

Even then, looking as if she hadn’t given up on it, she gazed at the broken mug cup. 

‘But, this mug cup was a precious-‘

‘It doesn’t matter!’

The shattered mug cup would never go back to the way it was.

Rather than worrying about such a thing, it was more important to me that she not hurt herself touching the fragments.

Moving her away so that she wouldn’t injure herself, I cleaned up the broken mug.

As I looked up after having finished checking that there were no more pieces on the floor, I drew in a breath.

Because she was crying.

‘Lynette-‘

Seeing the tears running down her cheeks, I winced. Because I’d been in such a panic, I might have spoken more harshly than I had intended.

‘I’m sorry for getting angry with you..... I’ll buy you a new one as soon as I can.’

When I apologized, she started as if coming back to herself, putting her hands to her cheeks as if only then realizing she had been crying, and then hurriedly wiped away the tears.

‘No, it’s fine. I was the one at fault..... Sorry, Allan. Thank you.’

Shaking her head, Lynette tried to smile. However, she still looked sad, and it was clear that she was still feeling down.

I quickly went to buy her a new mug cup, but the melancholy on her face remained.

‘Thank you, Allan.....’

She was doing her best to smile. But it was plain to me that she was in a despondent mood, and I was hit with a wave of self-loathing. 

If only I had worded it better, if only I hadn’t yelled so loudly, I was beset with regret. But it was already too late. It was an unchangeable truth that I had made her cry.

(Why couldn’t I have chosen my words more carefully.....)

What on earth are you doing, I shouldn’t have said that. Despite having become Satan, moments like these truly made me realise how much I lacked in composure. 

After that, she seemed somehow sad. She did her best to act cheerful, but the more she did the more obvious her depressed mood was. 

Which was why I then no longer knew what to do. Somehow getting the feeling that trying to cheer her up wasn’t quite the right thing to be doing in this situation, I simply stayed close by her.

‘Well then, good night, Allan,’

‘Yeah. .....Good night.’

We both got into the same bed, and I held her. Even though she was there in my arms, I couldn't help hating myself for not being able to protect her heart.

When I woke the next morning, my head felt terribly heavy.

(Something’s off.....)

Perhaps because I had spent too much time worrying. Still bewildered at a sensation I’d never experienced before, when I tried to get up, I realized that felt exhausting too.

I didn’t want to get out of bed. It was the first time I had ever felt that way. As I wondered why, my thoughts feeling sluggish, I heard hurried footsteps.

 ‘Allan, are you alright!?’

Lynette was looking at me, seeming as if she were about to cry.

‘I’m fine, what’s wrong-‘

‘Because, no matter how many times I called you, you didn’t get up, and you seem feverish.....’

‘Huh? Feverish.....?’

She laid a hand on my forehead while I remained surprised. The chilly feel of her hand felt so good that I groaned. We never normally needed to measure our temperatures, so even if we were to try it was doubtful whether we could tell whether it was normal or not, but somehow or other I had a feeling mine was at a level that could be called a fever.

‘A fever, is it..... You’re right. I really might have one....’

‘Not “might”! It’s clearly much higher than mine.....What should I do,  what kind of times would a demon normally come down with a fever?’

She was genuinely in a panic.  Which was why I smiled, in order to calm her down.

‘I’m fine. A fever is nothing to a demon.’

‘But neither of us have ever had a fever in hundreds of years....’

To be sure, it was as she said. Until now, I had never before had a fever.

Still, the reason I was laid up in bed today in particular, was most likely because of what had happened yesterday.

For the first time, she and I had had a fight (?). I had shouted at her and made her cry.

It would appear I had come down with something like a psychogenic fever, out of shock from what had happened.

(I give up.....)

I almost sighed at the fragility of my own mental state. But the memories in my mind really had been that gloomy. Becoming feverish was only to be expected. Striving with all my might to keep my heavy eyelids open, I looked at her.

‘I’m fine. I’ll probably get better once I’ve slept. Don’t let it worry you.’

I smiled, but Lynette still looked as if she were about to cry. Holding tightly to my hand, she put both hands together as if in prayer.

 ‘Is there anything I can do? Do you need my energy?’

‘No.....I’ll be alright, I think. It’s really no big deal.’

No matter what I said, she was still worrying. Once she realised she wouldn’t be able to obtain the knowledge from me, she looked up how to treat a fever on her smartphone. 

‘Ah, I see now! For a fever, you need a towel soaked in icy water. Wait a moment, Allan. I’ll go bring you one right away!’

She returned only a few minutes later.

Along with an ice pillow, she had brought a wash basin full of ice, a towel and an energy drink. Lining up all the kinds of things one would bring for treating a fever at my bedside, she carefully set to taking care of me.

Once she put the cold towel on my forehead, I started to feel a little bit better. 

‘Take your time and rest. I’ll be right here.’

Lynette didn’t let go of my hand. As if praying she could share her strength from the palm of her hand as it held mine, she looked at me. 

There was no trace left of yesterday’s despondent mood on her face. But it still remained vivid in my mind. The way she had looked when she had cried.

‘.....Hey, Lynette.’

When I called her name, she peered earnestly at my face, seeming worried.

‘What is it? Are you thirsty?’

‘No, I’m fine, but.....about yesterday.....I’m sorry.’

‘..........Yesterday?’

She tilted her head, not seeming to know what I was talking about.  It would appear she had no idea what I meant. However, unable to forget, I did my best to find the words with a mind hazy with fever and opened my mouth to speak.

‘Yesterday..... I shouted at you, didn’t I? I regret it. I should have said it differently..... .....I’m sorry for making you cry.’

‘I’m sorry too. You even went out right away to buy me another one.....’

‘No. You’ve got nothing to apologise for. .....I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry for speaking so harshly and hurting you.....’

I was aware that my mind wasn’t working as well as it normally did because of the fever. As I continued to apologize, my thoughts still disordered, Lynette shook her head.

‘That’s not true. You weren’t harsh, Allan. You didn’t hurt me at all.’

‘But.....I made you cry.’

‘That wasn’t it. It wasn’t your fault. I got shocked all on my own and ended up crying, that’s all.’

So speaking, Lynette explained. That it had been a shock to her that she had been the one to break the mug cup she had so treasured. And after that, because I’d said “It doesn’t matter”, she had cried because she had thought it was only her who had thought of the mug cup as special-.

‘I’m sorry. Even though I knew it was only because you didn’t want me to get hurt, Allan.’

‘No. .....I’m sorry too. Those were mug cups we bought to remember our trip to D’amour Paradis, of course it mattered.....’

I should have known exactly what kind of item the broken cup was. But because I had been so flustered, afraid that she would get hurt, I’d misspoken.

‘.....So you did remember.’

Lynette gave a happy smile. I stretched out a hand toward her cheek.

‘Of course I remember. The places I’ve been with you.....the memories we made together, I remember all of them.’

‘Yeah. That’s right. .....That’s just like you, Allan.’

She lovingly squeezed my hand. Seeing her look relieved, I relaxed as well.

(I see..... So that’s why she was crying.)

I thought that I had known everything about her, but I had been mistaken. No, it had likely been that very conceit that had caused us to be at odds. I felt pathetic for not realising what had made her so sad, but even so was happy that she had smiled again.

The memories that were precious to me were also precious to her. That was why— we had ended up in a fight. No. I wasn’t sure whether it was at the level that could be called a fight. 

But it was because we both loved each other that she had cried, and I had come down with a fever.

(I really am hopeless. I can’t act cool at all.....)

I had a feeling that no matter how many hundreds of years went by, I would end up with a fever each time she became sad like this.

Because she existed at a fundamental part of my heart. Even the condition of my body was at the mercy of her every move.  And that made me happy.

‘Let’s make more memories together. And....let’s buy matching mug cups again.’

‘Yeah! I’ll be looking forward to it.’

Making a promise, the two of us smiled at each other. Seeing her smile, and now knowing the reason she had cried, my body that had felt so terribly heavy just earlier now felt lighter.

No, what had become lighter was my heart. Still, that was enough to make my body feel lighter too.

And as it did, suddenly wanting her affection, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into bed.

‘Wah- Allan? You need to rest….’

‘I know. But it seems like my fever’s gone down.’

Look, I said, as I took her hand and guided it to my forehead. Once I had confirmed that she had murmured, ‘You’re right,’ I stole away her lips.

‘Although, my body does still feel sluggish. Give me some of your power.’

‘Wait, just now, it felt like I was the one who—’

‘Just being with you like this gives me strength.’

The moment I stretched myself out over her, the towel that had been on my forehead fell away. The now lukewarm towel had taken away both my fever and my worries. Which was why my body was already completely fine.

As I continued to touch her as we kissed, her voice gradually began to sound needy. She playfully sucked at my tongue, but even then, her gaze occasionally met mine as if concerned. 

You were supposed to still be letting me take care of you, is what her eyes seemed to say.

So I pressed my forehead against hers, in order to show her that I was better now.

Right now, our bodies were at the same temperature. Still unsure whether it was because my fever had gone down, or she had been worked up into one, I slipped my hands into her clothes.

In the heat underneath the blanket, only our breaths could be heard. The creaking sound of the bed and the voices that escaped us mixed.

Even though it should be just the two of us in the house today, we sought each other out beneath the blanket as if we were hiding. Our muffled voices fell into the silence of the house.

Without words, we indulged ourselves in each other as if in a delirium. Kissing, exchanging sighs, we held tight to one another as we tangled together.

Once we were done, it was as if she had come down with a fever too. Cheeks bright red and breathing heavily, she looked at me.

‘Allan….. I’m glad, that you’re feeling better….’

Looking satisfied, she was smiling. After having put so much effort into looking after me, she was happy that I had recovered. Moved by a feeling of tenderness, I hugged her. The heat from our bare skin as we touched blended together.

‘Thank you. It was because you looked after me that I got better. So…..give me more of you.’

As I spoke, I kissed her to give her my power, and began again once more.

At our vigorous movements, the blanket that had been covering us slipped down.

Until the ice in the basin on the bedside table had completely melted, the two of us continued to make love.

[alastors-airwaves]

finally someone is taking Luci to the doctors. Thank you Charlie

Lucifer scowled as he was practically dragged through the doors of the clinic, his arms crossed and his steps reluctant. Charlie, his determined daughter, was at his side, practically pulling him along.

Lucifer: *grumbling* This is completely unnecessary, Charlie. I don’t need some... doctor poking and prodding me. I’m fine.

Charlie: *sternly* You’re 18 weeks pregnant and haven’t seen a doctor once, Dad! I’m not letting you avoid this any longer. It’s for your own health, and the baby’s.

Lucifer scoffed, rolling his eyes, though there was an underlying nervousness he couldn’t quite mask. Doctors weren’t his thing, not even back when he was still in Heaven. But now, pregnant, vulnerable—it was a different level of discomfort.

Lucifer: *gritting his teeth* I’ve lived eons without ever needing one of these so-called specialists. I don’t see why it’s necessary now.

Charlie: *firmly* Because you’re not immortal when it comes to this! Pregnancies are delicate, Dad. Even for you. *She shot him a look that left no room for argument.* So you’re going in there, and you’re getting checked.

Lucifer sighed heavily, defeated for the moment. He followed Charlie into the clinic's waiting area, his head held high despite the discomfort. The sterile smell of the place only added to his irritation, and the sound of medical equipment in the background sent a shiver of unease through him.

Soon enough, a nurse appeared, cheerful but professional.

Nurse: *smiling* Mr. Morningstar, we’re ready for you.

Lucifer: *under his breath* Wonderful.

Charlie nudged him forward, and Lucifer reluctantly followed the nurse into one of the examination rooms. Once inside, he sat stiffly on the edge of the examination table, looking out of place as if he were preparing for battle.

Lucifer: *muttering* This is ridiculous...

The doctor, a surprisingly composed demon with spectacles and a clipboard, entered the room shortly after. He raised an eyebrow at Lucifer, clearly aware of who he was dealing with, but remained professional.

Doctor: Good morning, my king. Let’s take a look at how things are going, shall we?

Lucifer glared but didn’t protest as the doctor began the examination. Charlie stood by the door, watching with a mix of concern and amusement at her father’s clear discomfort.

The examination room was quiet, save for the faint hum of medical equipment. Lucifer lay back, arms crossed as the doctor prepared the ultrasound machine. Charlie, standing nearby, kept her watchful eyes on both her father and the doctor, determined to ensure that everything went smoothly.

Doctor: *applying the cool gel on Lucifer’s belly* This might feel a little cold.

Lucifer: Lovely.

The doctor began the ultrasound, moving the probe gently over Lucifer’s abdomen. The room filled with the sound of the baby’s heartbeat, a rapid, rhythmic pulse that softened the tension in the air. Charlie’s eyes lit up, her hands clasped in front of her chest as she listened to the heartbeat, her worry momentarily fading.

Doctor: *smiling faintly* There she is. Strong heartbeat.

Charlie: *softly* She?

Doctor: *nodding* It’s a girl.

Lucifer blinked, his eyes widening slightly. He had suspected the baby’s gender, but hearing it confirmed stirred something within him.

Lucifer: *muttering* A girl…

Charlie smiled brightly, her excitement growing. But the doctor’s expression soon became more serious as he continued to scan the baby’s form on the screen. He zoomed in, his brow furrowing slightly as he examined the image more closely.

Doctor: *quietly* Hmm…

Charlie: *noticing his change in demeanor* Is something wrong?

Doctor: *hesitating, trying to be as diplomatic as possible* There are... some abnormalities.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, and his body tensed. Charlie stepped closer to the monitor, concern washing over her face as she stared at the blurry shapes on the screen.

Doctor: *pointing to the screen* The baby isn’t developing a left eye. There also seems to be scar tissue forming on her arms, legs, and back. It’s already visible, which is… unusual at this stage.

Lucifer sat up slightly, his heart pounding in his chest as the doctor continued to explain. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what he was hearing.

Lucifer: *demanding* Scars? From what?

Doctor: *shaking his head* "It’s hard to say. There doesn’t appear to be any genetic cause for this. Scarring like this can sometimes occur due to injury, but…

Lucifer’s stomach dropped as the doctor trailed off. He remembered all too well what had happened—the attack, the injuries Adam had sustained before Lucifer took the baby into his own body to save her. The realization hit him like a blow, and he clenched his jaw, his anger rising. This was his fault.

Charlie: *softly* Dad…?

Lucifer didn’t respond at first, staring blankly at the ultrasound screen. His daughter was already suffering, and it was because of his mistakes.

Doctor: *cautiously* It’s possible the baby experienced some trauma earlier in the pregnancy. These malformations aren’t progressing now, but the scars are already there. We’ll have to monitor her closely from now on.

Lucifer’s hands clenched into fists. He didn’t want to admit it out loud, but he knew what had caused this—his recklessness, his inability to protect Adam properly. Now, his child was paying the price.

Lucifer: *quietly* Is there… anything that can be done?

Doctor: *sighing* "We’ll continue to monitor her growth, but there’s no way to reverse the damage that’s already been done. The important thing is to ensure she remains healthy for the rest of the pregnancy.

Charlie placed a hand on Lucifer’s arm, sensing his turmoil. She could see the guilt eating away at him.

Charlie: *softly* Dad, this isn’t your fault…

Lucifer: *his voice cold, distant* It is.

Doctor: I’ll schedule regular check-ups to keep an eye on the baby’s development. You’ll need to come in frequently to make sure everything stays stable.

Lucifer nodded, though his thoughts were elsewhere. His daughter—scarred, damaged because of him. He felt the weight of his sins pressing down on him more heavily than ever before.

Charlie: *gently* We’ll get through this, Dad. You’re doing the best you can.

Lucifer: *quietly* Is it enough?

Charlie didn’t know how to answer that. She squeezed his arm, trying to offer some comfort as the doctor finished the examination and began cleaning up.

Doctor: We’ll keep a close watch on things. Make sure you rest and avoid any more stress. Your daughter needs a stable environment to grow in.

Lucifer only nodded again, though his mind was elsewhere—on the scars his daughter would bear, both physical and emotional.

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Sphene: THERE! I FOUND THE FUCKING FIRE HYDRANT! ...it took me, twelve weeks BUT I DID IT! ITS DONE! NOW I SHALL HAVE ACCESS TO MY TERMINAL AN-- Zenos: Oh, dear, dear, Queen of Resolve. I am afraid, you are accessing your terminal from an hereto unknown location. Please enter your tomestone number, so that I might issue you a randomized code to ensure of your identity. Sphene: ...what is...I don't HAVE A TOMESTONE! Zenos: Well...that is quite unfortunate, for you see, we who walk among the strong ever carry means to secure our assets. But, I am not a cruel. Please answer this security question. Sphene: ...I had a dog? Zenos: Well it is either that...or you reset your password? Sphene: ...fine reset my password. Zenos: VERY WELL, LET THE BATTLE COMMENCE AS I INQUIRE THAT YOU ENTER YOUR CURRENT PASSWORD INTO THE TERMINAL! Sphene: There. Zenos: I am sorry, that was wrong. Sphene: Very well, how ab-- Zenos: Wrong. Sphene: Wh-- Zenos: No. Sphene: Maybe? Zenos: KILL! Sphene: Sorry, what? Zenos: My apologizes, none of those are your password. Would you like make a new one!?! Sphene: FINE! Zenos: Enter your new password. Sphene: THERE! Zenos: I am sorry, your new password cannot be your old password. Sphene: GO BACK AND LET ME ENTER MY OLD PASSWORD THEN! Zenos: VERY WELL! BUT, FIRST YOU HAVE TRIED TO ACCESS THE TERMINAL FROM AN UNKNOWN LOCATION, QUEEN OF RESOLVE! WHICH OF THESE THREE PICTURES HOLD WITHIN THEM A DOG!? Sphene: GOD! FUCKING! DAMMIT!

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

WHATISUPEVERYBODY you know it wasn’t my intention to watch literally one episode every two weeks but here we are i guess ITS TIME FOR ANOTHER KNOX REACTS TODAY ITS MONKIE KID SEASON 5 EPISODE 4 LESGET IIIIIT

The ssssstorm within, alright, alright, something to do with Mk and blowing up maybe? who knows, perhaps we shall find out MWAHAHA! Well, i mean obviously we’ll find out we’re watching the episode—listen i just woke up i can’t be held responsible for my incoherent ramblings LETS MOVE ON

Face in hands bro i miss flying Bark. BRUTAL DUDE (gotta say it at least once every episode sorry bois :pensive_emoji:)

Sniffs, just plow straight through the underbrush its fine—

Monkey King and Mei face down… okay…. this is…. a very fun frame i will admit…. who wants matching icons—/j/jj/

PREGUFFINGLKJA;DSF WE’RE REALLY RIDING THOSE MCGUFFIN JOKESLKGMSDF

sniffs

scratches head. okay so we’re just using sandy yelling as a gag now… cool cool cool okay sure sure, not like Sandy never raising his voice made the emotional beat of him yelling when contention happened devastating and startling. I guess the whole overwhelming Mk with WE GOT THIS!! talk would be an inevitable one, it always worked before. I mean, except for during the season 2 special. And… any other time hype up hasn’t really… worked… Listen I’m just overanalyzing probably but some of the choices in this season with the characters just feels off to me. Ngl with every episode I watch, the less it feels like monkie kid to me. The last one wasn’t so bad, and hey, we’re only a minute 25 into this one so that might change but that’s my gut reaction right now. Makes me a bit sad! I’ve been watching Dragons Rising (ninjago) with my buddy and been having the time of my life, the animation is gorgeous and it feels like the new peeps really understand the characters and its honestly so much fun, and then I’m kinda sitting here with monkie kid and puzzle pieces that don’t really fit and I’m not sure what to do with it! I know like, it’s the same writers but it just does not feel like it to me. Could be how rushed they always are, they’re doing their best, like—oNCE AGAIN TO BE CLEAR, when I criticize anything or say it feels off, this is NOT me saying bad writers bad people bad bad bad, I’m just saying how it feels to me! It feels almost like they’re trying to bring the comedic lightness of season 1 back but like… it feels kinda plastic and wrong! WORDS FAIL ME, PLS DON’T QOUTE ME I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT LETS MOVE ON

the kneeling down is kinda cute good for them

Sandy hype man!

…..

Is he just trying to get them all out of there so Mk can have some breathing roomGML;SMADF Cause otherwise splitting up is a terrible idea

Special Sandy training!!!

Mk smashing rocks together, okay that was cute h;LGKAJWOEF

Sandy so excited about meditation

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I FEEL LIKE MK COMPLAINS A LOT MORE THAN USUAL. Why is he so whiny?? Was he this whiny before? Am i losing my mind???? I’ve never wanted Mk to talk less before what is going on

Mystic Monkey meditatiNGN;LAKSDF WHY IS HIS FAKE BEARD ORANGELKMGSDF oh he’s impersonating sandy. SANDY AND WUKONG HAVE SIMILAR COLOURED HAIR I THOUGHT HE WAS USING MONKEY KINGS HAIR COLOUR DON’T LOOK AT ME HGLKAJSDF

The crackity cracks are backity back

“I see you” WELL THATS METAL DOPE

I WILLL ADMIT, THIS IS GREAT, BRO REALLY NEEDS THIS BIG ITME

….me fr pretend to meditate so true==

Storm within that’s funny

SANDY’S A GREAT PERSON TO TALK TO ABOUT THIS

LIL SNEK

I GOT SOMEONE TO FIGHT TAT’S NOT JUST MY THOUGHTSLKMGOWIEFMSDF

MK PLS

ooop next—SECRET TUNNELLLL SECRET TUNNEELLLLL THROUGH THE MOUNTAINNNNNNNNNNN

Just got led to it np that’s funny

Mk’s opening secret access swishy gold thing is fun

Bro’s really assaulting a rock

Owaaaa big ol turtle…. with cracks!

HELPGLKAM;WOEF

Classic

Ah yes meditation, who could have seen this coming

gGKASDF BRAVADO KILLED

I know he’s complaining as a deflection but :T man Mk whining so much is getting old really fast. Like its for the gag and you could say its for the deflection but MAN. Every four seconds he’s got his whiny voice on, bro?? I’m hoping they get all the humour they want out of that gag in this episode :(

I SWEAR I’M NOT TRYING TO BE NEGATIVE THIS IS JUST DOING A NUMBER ON ME OUGH

HEY GET OFF MY SANDY OI

RELEASE MY MAN

COME ON TURTLE

Bro literally has to face his trauma to save his friend what the heck turtle that’s so rude—

OKAY WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO WATCH THIS? I’ve tried two separate types of headphones (one stolen from my brother) a friend’s tv and just my computer’s speakers and the audio volume difference in the voices vs the music is STILL jarring. Like???? I have it turned up so much just to HEAR the voices and TRY to understand them and then the music kicks in and its bLARING and AGGRESSIVE and NOT IN A CINEMATIC WAY. dear gods its like they made monkie kid as unfriendly to watch as possible for me what is going on I’M TRYING TO ENJOY MY MONKIE SHOW STOP JARRING ME OUT OF IT [SHAKES LEGO UNTIL THEY FALL TO PIECES] I’M TRYING TO ENJOY MK HAVING TO FACE HIS TRAUMA SOMETHING I’VE HIGH KEY WANTED TO WATCH SINCE SEASON 1 WAILS

Acknowledging the “okay, i want to push that away, but i’m not going to” is really neat i like that

Hello disembodied voice

Okay, i may not be vibin with the audio, the animation, or the jokes in this ep, but my GODS does Ashe know how to write brutal dialogue. The reason Mk being so afraid of his monkey powers is because he likes it?? Oh yeah, I’m down with that i am SO down for that, I have been clawing at that concept for AGES, I am SO DOWN

So who’s going to be trying to control mk this season? Snake guy?? Newbie?? The choosing yourself and making your own path is really heavy handed so far hL;GJKASDF

Sandy’s advice?? GOD TIER. We love that. I love actual good advice in cartoons thank you

Conversations with self!!! OHHH OHH I LIKE THE EXHALE

TAT WAS NICE

OKAY SO THE HWOLE MIND SEQUENCE I’M A HUGE FAN OF

TERES MY BOY

Sandy’s trigger word is Worthy huh he dont’ like thatLKGMA;OWEFWHEEZE

nah we are so glad Mk has Sandy here actually that is so good I’VE BEEN WANTING SANDY MOMENTS FOR SO LONG AND WE GOTTEM THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU like, the rest of what i said still stands but the emotional beats still hit really nicely and I’m very grateful we still have that!

Yeah that car is gonna get smashed by mei or pigsy and tang yeah yup there we go

oH WOW-oh nvm there it goes

well ! Wonder what mei found! That felt like a little bit of a clunky ending bit for some reason i can’t explain but! Big fan of the Sandy and Mk content I love them, totally deserved, been wanting Sandy talk like that for AAAAGES BLESS

Okayokay, always ending on positive note so lets go over one more time: Mk’s talk with himself? BANGER. Once he got talking, I really liked the dialogue and I really liked the vibe of the whole thing, Loved his exhale, loved the admittance of that all being part of him and that he chooses to work on other parts of him that is AWESOME and super cool to see depicted the way it was all cinematic and cool we love that. Love diving into a little bit of the complexities of our man Sandy! Love him opening up a bit to Mk so he can see he’s not alone in his struggles! That Sandy’s got something like that too and he’s still one of the most wonderful kind people Mk knows! The people who Mk has surrounding him are all exactly what he needs and that’s really cool!!! Ough okay welp, maybe I will be thinking about Sandy and Mk’s dyname for the rest of all time RAAAAAAA I REALLY enjoyed how they wrote them there.

Thanks for reading! Sorry I’m still a bit all over the place with my reactions, i feel like I keep repeating the same things but by GOSH the audio is THROWING ME. But yeah that was a nice way of addressing some of Mk’s trauma, even if it was only for like three minutes, its well done and I enjoyed it! very excited to see they can still nail those emotional bits. HOPE Y’ALL HAVE A SPECTACULAR DAY AND GOOD VIBES HUNT YOU DOWN RELENTLESSLY. KNOX OUT

[thebunnednun]

LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 4

Part 3: Here.

Back again my loves!!~ Raise your hand if you wanna fuck the clown!

Reader gets sassy in the next one I promise.

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On with the show!!~

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The dense foliage of the island's forest enveloped them, casting dappled shadows that danced across the forest floor as they ventured deeper into its heart. Your heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and uncertainty, each step forward a silent testament to their resolve. Zoro and Brooks led the way, their presence offering a sense of reassurance amidst the oppressive silence of the jungle.

"So, what's the plan now?" Brooks voice was barely above a whisper, as if afraid the very trees might betray their presence.

Zoro glanced back, his expression unreadable behind the bandana that adorned his forehead. "We find the crew. That's our top priority."

(Y/n), breaking the silence as she scanned the surrounding foliage for any signs of movement. "They could be in danger if we don't find them soon."

"And what about Buggy and his lackeys?" Brooks's bony fingers tapped against the hilt of his sword, a subtle reminder of the looming threat.

"We deal with them if they decide to show up again," Zoro's grip tightened on his swords, a silent promise of confrontation.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you pushed through the thick vegetation, your senses on high alert. Brooks followed closely behind, his skeletal form swaying with each step as he scanned the area for any signs of danger.

The memory of Buggy's piercing gaze lingered in the reader's mind, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. There was something unsettling about the way he had watched them vanish into the foliage, a silent predator biding his time. As they ventured deeper into the forest, the sounds of the outside world faded away, replaced by the symphony of nature.

Your footsteps were muffled by the thick carpet of leaves beneath their feet, the occasional rustle of wildlife the only indication of life in the dense jungle. Hours passed, each minute stretching into eternity as they searched for any sign of their missing crewmates.

The weight of responsibility pressed down on the your shoulders like a leaden cloak, each moment of uncertainty a silent reminder of their duty.

"We need to split up," Zoro's voice shattered the oppressive silence, his words cutting through the air like a blade.

You blinked, taken aback by the suggestion. "Split up? Your mossy ass can’t even find your way around town-"

"It's the only way we'll cover enough ground to find them," Zoro's gaze was steady, a silent command that brooked no argument. "You go east with Brooks. I'll head west. We'll meet back here by sundown." Before you could protest some more, Zoro had already vanished into the underbrush, leaving them standing alone with Brooks. The skeleton swordsman shrugged, a skeletal grin spreading across his face.

"Well, shall we, my dear friend?" Brooks's voice held a note of anticipation, a ghostly echo amidst the silence of the forest. You linked hands with the afro pianist and got to steppin. With a heavy sigh, you nodded, steeling yourself for the task ahead.

As you ventured deeper into the forest, a sense of unease settled over y’all like a shroud. What dangers lurked within the shadows of the jungle, and would you ever find your missing crewmates amidst the tangled maze of trees and vines?

And what of Buggy, the enigmatic clown whose presence loomed over them like a dark cloud? Would their paths cross once more, and if so, what fate awaited them at the hands of the unpredictable pirate?

Only time would tell as the reader embarked on their journey into the heart of the unknown.

Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes ahead caught your attention, and you froze, your muscles tense as you waited for whatever lurked within to reveal itself. You didn’t have much fight left, but you weren’t going down like that. However, instead of a threat, a familiar figure emerged from the foliage, his black hair and distinctive scar marking him as none other than Luffy, the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates.

"Hey, guys!" Luffy called out, his voice ringing out through the forest as he bounded towards you with a wide grin.

"LUFFY!"

Relief flooded through you as you swallowed Luffy into a tight hug. Brooks joined soon after as the three of you quietly rejoiced. He tugged you both through the dense undergrowth, your heart lightened at the sight of your friends gathered together in a small clearing. Nami, Sanji, Chopper, and Usopp were huddled together, their expressions a mix of relief and concern as they took in the sight of you and Brooks emerging from the forest.

"Thank goodness you're all right," Nami said, her voice filled with relief as she rushed forward to embrace you. "We were starting to worry when you didn't come back."

"We ran into some trouble with Buggy and his crew," Brooks explained, his voice grim as he recounted the events of the encounter. "But we managed to get away before things got too heated."

Usopp paled at the mention of Buggy, his eyes widening in fear as he clutched his slingshot tightly in his hand. "Buggy?" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear. "But he's one of the most dangerous pirates in the East Blue!" Sanji scoffed at Usopp's words, his expression filled with disdain.

"Please, Buggy is nothing compared to the likes of us," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "We'll take him down without breaking a sweat." But despite Sanji's bravado, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Buggy may not have posed a threat in that moment, but you knew that he wouldn't give up so easily. And with a bounty on your head, you couldn't afford to let your guard down for even a moment.

As you and your friends discussed your next move, a sense of determination settled over you. You may have escaped Buggy's clutches for now, but you knew that the real challenge lay ahead. And with your friends by your side, you were ready to face whatever dangers awaited you in the treacherous waters of the Grand Line.

But as you glanced back towards the forest, a chill ran down your spine at the thought of the clown pirate lurking in the shadows, his piercing gaze following your every move. The encounter may have ended for now, but you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey into the heart of darkness. And with Buggy's watchful eyes upon you, the real battle had only just begun.

Wait…..

“ZORO!”

You slapped your hands over your mouth in shock as the surrounding birds began to fly away. Luffy and Nami turned towards you with a serious look passing between them. Usopp groaned as he pulled his bandana over his face. “My dear,” Sanji’s soft voice called toward you, ”Please tell me that he is somewhere close by?” You shook your head no and began to tie your sweaty hair away from your face.

“Welp, we’re fucked,” Usopp stood up and began to pace around. “I’m fucked, you’re fucked, we’re all!-”

Robin proceeded to slap the back of his neck effectively cutting off his speech.

“Zoro will be fine. He’s barely had enough time to even get lost on the island. Luffy and I will go search for him while you guys have a rest.” She took note of her bag in your arms and nodded towards it. You nodded back, happy to not use words as you realized your lungs were still burning. Robin gently pulled the bag from your arms and you sat down in the tall grass.

Luffy continued, “Nami and I will be back by sunset. If we don’t find him by then, Sanji and Usopp will take the next round. Robin and Chopper will-” you raised your hand and Luffy slowly tilted his head forward. “Robin, Chopper, and (Y/n), will go out next.” Everyone nodded towards the straw hat captain as he and the navigator set out.

“The funky clown was after her. I don’t think it’s a good idea for her to be on the move.”

“(Y/n) is her own person and she can defend herself. I think she doesn't want to be alone right now. I can’t stop her from wanting to help and find her friend.”

But little did they know, amidst the dense foliage and winding paths of the forest, another figure moved with silent purpose. His flamboyant attire stark against the muted greens and browns of the jungle, watched from the shadows as the reader and their companions disappeared into the distance.

A smirk played across his lips as he adjusted his tricorn hat, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. The game was afoot, and Buggy was determined to play his part to the fullest.

With a theatrical flourish, he melted into the undergrowth, his smile echoing through the silent forest like a harbinger of chaos.

Hours had passed before the duo came back without the mossy giant. Sanji and Ussop had no luck either. During this time, you had enlisted Chopper and Brooks to help chop wood and draw the layout of a wood cabin. The materials you compacted inside Nami’s bag would come in handy. (You really put those boys to work, lol.)

Chopper took the time to hug and smooth out your hair before getting to work. You appreciated the moment of comfort it brought you. Communication was touch and go for a while with your voice still recovering as you tried to ignore the other aches and pains.

At the very least, the foundation of the cabin was laid. Not to brag or anything but it was a very large cabin in the middle of nowhere. The nearby tree’s still offered privacy and there was plenty of farmland and a nearby waterfall/river. You also enlisted Sanji and Robins help in digging a basement with three levels. You and Sanji got to work on the bathrooms while Nami and Luffy set forth creating the walls for the second and secret third floor.

You personally saw to finishing the roof of the cabin before sending everyone to get started on the farm outside. There was no telling when you’d be able to get back your mission or when the ship would be repaired. Speaking of which, you had checked on the remains within the pouch inside Nami’s bag. Safe and sound, for now that is.

You all ended the day extremely tired and sweaty. You were happy in your abilities to create such a home for your family to live in during this uncertainty. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the sea. Especially with Zoro missing and that damn clown on the loose.

As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, casting an orange hue over the island, you and your crewmates gathered inside the now finished cabin. Sanji produced some matches and brought the fireplace to life, the crackling flames providing a comforting warmth against the cool evening air. Despite the chaos and danger that lurked in the shadows, there was a sense of camaraderie and unity among your group, a bond forged by shared trials and victories.

As you sat by the fire, sharing stories and laughter with your friends, your thoughts drifted back to the encounter with Buggy and his crew. Despite the danger they posed, you couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity that tugged at your mind. Why had Buggy sought you out? What did he want with you, and why did he seem so fixated on your presence?

What was with that damn nose and why did your little smooch set him off?

Lost in thought, you barely noticed when Brooks approached you, a concerned expression on his skeletal face. "(Y/n), are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "You seem lost in thought."

You shook your head, forcing a smile as you turned to face him.

"I'm fine, Brooks," you reassured him, though the unease still lingered in the pit of your stomach. "Just thinking about everything that's happened today."

Brooks nodded understandingly, his hollow eyes filled with empathy. "It's natural to feel overwhelmed," he said, his voice soft and comforting. "But remember, we're all in this together. No matter what challenges we face, we'll overcome them as a team."

His words were a comforting reminder of the bond that held your group together, a reminder that you were not alone in this journey. With your friends by your side, you knew that you could face whatever dangers lay ahead, whether it be pirates, marines, or the treacherous waters of the Grand Line.

As the night wore on and the fire burned low, your crewmates settled down to rest, the gentle sounds of the jungle lulling you into a peaceful slumber. You, Robin, and Chopper began to venture out for Zoro. Sanji and Luffy would be keeping watch while Nami and Brooks got some rest. This whole ordeal was slowly starting to wear on all of you. Before you left, Nami passed you the dagger you dropped inside the big top. “Be careful out there,” she hugged you three before going inside.

And as you ventured off, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within you, a hope that no matter what trials awaited you on the horizon, you would face them with courage, determination, and the unwavering support of your friends.

Hopefully 8 hours of sleep.

Robin had regained her compass and you both took turn carrying Chopper. The beach was empty with no sign of Zoro or the Flashy fool. (Thank God!) But you couldn’t help but stand far, far away from where the man once lay.

As the night deepened, casting long shadows across the forest floor, a sudden rustling in the underbrush shattered the tranquility of the evening. You and your crewmates tensed, reaching for your weapons as you scanned the darkness for any signs of danger.

But instead of a threat, a figure emerged from the shadows, his distinctive red nose and flamboyant attire marking him as none other than Buggy the Clown. His toothy grin sent shivers down your spine as he approached, his eyes fixed on you with a almost teasing predatory gleam.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Buggy said, his voice dripping with amusement as he sauntered towards you. "It seems I've stumbled upon quite the little gathering."

He stood over six feet tall and sported a sexily teasing look. Maybe you were staring too hard because his angry green eyes flicked directly towards you. Time honestly just stopped there for both of you. Your (e/c) starbeds locked with his piercing green ones in a mix of curiosity and interest. Your whole body seemed to hum especially down there again-

Blinking hard, you bristled at the sight of him, hand tightening around the hilt of your dagger as you prepared for a confrontation. But before you could react, Buggy raised his gloved hands in a placating gesture, his grin widening.

"Now, now, there's no need for hostility," he said, his tone disarmingly casual. "I'm not here to cause trouble. In fact, I've come with an offer."

An offer?

You exchanged wary glances with Robin, unsure of what to make of Buggy's sudden change in demeanor. But before she could respond, Buggy turned his attention to you, a calculating gleam in his eyes. "I couldn't help but notice that you've lost quite the swordsman," Buggy said, his gaze lingering on your lips with a mixture of curiosity and greed. "And I just so happen to have a score to settle with him."

You bristled at Buggy's words, taking a step forward.

"What are you getting at, clown?" Chopper growled, his voice angry and anxious. Buggy chuckled, his grin widening as he took another step closer.

"Simple," he said. "I'll back off your swordsman in exchange for her."

He nodded in your direction, his eyes gleaming with avarice as he gestured towards you with a flourish. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a chill running down your spine as you realized what he was proposing.

You felt a surge of fear and anger rise within you, the thought of being handed over to Buggy like some kind of bargaining chip filling you with a sense of indignation. But before you could voice your protest, Zoro stepped forward from the brush, his expression steely as he faced off against Buggy.

He seemed as cool as ever, though. Rolling an apple in his hands and offering it towards you. You frowned and his grinned stretched even wider as he withdrew the apple and brought it to his matching lips.

You watched him take a sinful bite as the juices dribbled down his chin. That lizard part of your brain wondering what it would look like to have you dripping down his chin instead. His chuckle broke your trace however and he wiped his mouth with the back of his glove.

"Tik tok, cherry princess. There's no sea water out here to help you."

"Like hell I'd ever agree to that," Robin stepped forward, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think I'd trade one of my friends for some measly berry? You've got another thing coming, clown." Zoro walked past the clown prince like he didn’t even exist.

Buggy's grin faltered at Zoro's words, his eyes narrowing as he took a step back.

"Fine," he said, his tone bristling with annoyance. "But don't say I didn't offer you a chance. You'll regret turning me down, mark my words."

With that, Buggy turned on his heel and disappeared into the darkness, leaving you and your crewmates standing in the silence of the forest, the tension thick in the air. But despite the danger that lurked in the shadows, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at Robin and Zoro’s unwavering loyalty, a reminder that no matter what challenges you faced, you would always stand together as a team.

The tension lingered long after Buggy's departure, casting a shadow over the otherwise tranquil night. You and your crewmates remained on high alert, wary of any further threats that might emerge from the darkness.

Zoro's refusal to entertain Buggy's offer had earned him a mixture of admiration and gratitude from the rest of the crew. As the initial shock of the encounter began to fade, you found yourself filled with a newfound sense of respect for the swordsman.

"Thanks, guys," you said softly, breaking the silence that had settled over the group. "For standing up for me back there."

Zoro grunted in response, his expression unreadable as he stared off into the distance. "Don't mention it," he muttered, his voice gruff. "Just doing my job as your friend."

Despite his gruff demeanor, you could sense the underlying sincerity in his words, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that held your crew together.

Robin grabbed your hand tightly and the four of you began to walk home quietly and carefully. Buggy was clearly on the prowl and you didn’t realize how badly you were shaking until Zoro scooped all of you up to take you home.

You couldn't bring yourself to admit that it was from excitement though.

As the night wore on, the tension began to ease, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and unity among your group. You gathered everyone inside and were greeted sweetly by the best cook and best shot in all the seven seas. You added more wood to the fireplace, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over your faces as you got ready to turn in for the night.

But even as you tried to push thoughts of Buggy and his crew to the back of your mind, a nagging sense of unease lingered in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't shake the feeling that they would return.

But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the comforting presence of your friends and the shared sense of purpose that bound you together.

And as you settled down to rest once more, the comforting warmth of the fireplace lulling you into a peaceful slumber, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within you, a hope that no matter what trials awaited you on the horizon, you would face them head on.

As for now, you were content with curling up around the rest of the crew and having a bath first thing in the morning.

But little did you know, just outside your window in the shadows stood a flashy man. His green eyes glowing in the darkness the lush forest had to offer.

Buggy was determined to meet you again and as he looked over your sleeping figure one more time it couldn't be more clear he was not giving up.

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