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crios31 · 9 months ago

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Chapter 2: Traveling to Japan

Story building and smut (Cunnilingus, cowgirl, creampie, doggy style)

Lenght 2700 words

You are at the airport and it’s finally time to board your plane to Japan with Wendy for a new chapter of your life.

“Take care of each other over there.” Says your mother, hugging both of you. “Ah, I almost forgot, it’s the file concerning the scholarship program plus some other things that I deemed useful.” She releases her hug before giving you the files which you put in your backpack. “Thanks mom.”

“Say hello to everyone on our behalf.” asks your father when it’s his turn to hug you.

Your goodbyes now done, you board the plane , waving one last time to your parents on the way. Inside the plane, you both go to your place in first class and follow the instructions of the crew before the take-off.

An hour later, the plane is now at cruising altitude so you decide to read the file your mother gave. On the seat beside you, Wendy is reading a book.

The first part of the file is about the public information that you mostly know. That the program is for girls that show aptitude academically or athletically and it was created by your Mother after she opened her first school. Scholarship recipients are accepted in all your Mother’s school or can in another school if they don’t want to move, in both cases all of their living expenses are taken care of. The rules they had to follow are simple, maintaining good results and good behavior.

The second part is about the non-public information. To start, the real way to enter the program is that your mother chose them, the academic or athletic potential being one more reason. By entering the program, there is more than just living expenses that are taken care of, more financial support could be given like paying a family debt. Other specific issues can also be resolved. Another benefit is the possibility to have access to private tutoring to skip grades in order to graduate earlier. In exchange for all of that, one more rule exists, they are not allowed to date.

Regarding the selection of those that will work for you, most of them cannot refuse it. Wendy was one of the exceptions. For the selection process of the applicants it is a strict one, a minimum age requirement of eighteen moreover the appearance and personality are taken into account for the decision. Those that fall short will be recommended to other employers, also a possibility is to become a standard employee in one of your ventures because of their skills. In those two cases they will become exempt from the rules of the program after graduation. In exchange they will only be asked to recruit people that could enter the program. This part also contains detailed data about the cost of the program, the number of recipients and so on.

Finally, the last part of the file begins with a note explaining that the goal of the program and the selection is for you to have people you can trust at your side and that you’ll slowly take responsibility in the program. After this section of the note you read “Grandkids?” followed by a winking smiley, both seemed to have been handwritten by your mother. This addition from her makes you laugh. The end of the note informed that the documents following it are profiles of girls she deemed ready for selection.

From your first look, there are around twenty candidates' profiles and all of them are older than you. You take your time studying each of them, taking notes. You also ask Wendy to look at each of the profiles after you’re done with it.

Later during the flight, you have just finished sorting out the profiles with Wendy in order to select a first batch of girls that will work for you.

“We are down to three sir, two of them are studying in the University that you will join, while the last one is studying in another one, in Seoul. How do you want to proceed?”

“For the one in the other University, just give her the news and explain to her that she can focus on University for now. For the others, we'll contact them to set up a meeting, starting with this one.” You give a specific profile to Wendy.

“Kim Minji? Understood, I'll arrange that during our stay in Japan.”

A few hours after the plane landed at Narita Airport, you have settled in at your hotel. Sitting in the hotel’s restaurants you are savoring with Wendy some Kobe’s beef. Finishing your plate, you look on your left, through the window at Tokyo’s nighttime view.

“So delicious I really wanted to taste this if I ever had the opportunity to come to Japan.”

“I’ll make sure you can try as many specialties as you can during our stay.”

“So many things come to my mind!”

As you talk, the waiter takes your empty dishes and quickly comes back with the dessert.

“Oh it’s so good too, I’ll try to do one later.”

You smile looking at the baking fanatic. “Do you want to try mine?” You push your plate toward her.

“Yes, thanks.” She quickly takes a big spoonful of your dessert. “It’s delicious too.”

“You can finish it”

“Really? Are you full?” She asks her spoon hovering above the dessert.

“Not really but I will eat another dessert in our room tonight.” You answer, looking at her in the eyes.

She raises an eyebrow at your answer before focusing back on the sweet treat in front of her. When she finishes it, you pay for the meal complimenting the service and the food to the waiter, then you exit the restaurant.

In the elevator, you take a look at Wendy, in particular her miniskirt and you can’t stop yourself from touching her butt.

“Sir?” She turns her head toward you in surprise. Two floors later, the elevator stops for other people to enter, in reaction, Wendy immediately shoves your hand away from her. You wait for them to turn their backs to you before once again grabbing her behind, but this time your hand is under her skirt. Her body becomes tense and you smile mischievously at her when your eyes cross hers. You continue to fondle her ass, sometimes brushing your middle finger against her pussy, as the elevator goes up you can feel her slowly becoming wet.

When you arrive at your floor, you reluctantly stop. Wendy quickly passes the opened door of the elevator and you follow suit, after entering your room she sits on the bed looking at you.

“Couldn’t you wait for us to be in the room to do that?”

“No, your cute little butt was too tempting.” You walk toward the bed, stopping in front of Wendy, you lean forward putting your hands on her tights. “And it was fun watching you get all flustered.” You give her a quick peck.

“Fun for you.” She complains in a low voice feeling your hands behind her knees.

“Now let’s have some fun, shall we?” You suddenly lift her legs causing her to yelp as she loses her balance, her upper body falling on the mattress. You grab her panties and take it off from her body. Placing your hands on the back of her thighs, you spread them.

You get on your knees as you begin kissing her legs, starting from her calves, slowly making your way up her leg. She feels the touch of your lips approaching her pussy, you alternate from one leg to the other. Wendy's growing excitement makes her breathing quicker as she bites her bottom lip.

Finally arriving at your destination, you take a look at her glistening folds. You lick her lower lips before inserting your tongue inside her. As you explore her pussy your jaw gets wet from her nectar.

“Fuck… that’s feel good.” She gasps, putting one hand on your head when you replace your tongue with your finger in order to tease her small bud with your mouth. You hook your finger toward the roof of her pussy. Her angelic voice gets louder and her walls get tighter as you continue with your task.

“I’m getting close.” Hearing this, you put a second finger in her and intensify your tongue’s work.

You feel her grip in your hair tightening and the heels of her shoes burying in your back, causing you some pain. But soon enough her hips rise from the bed taking support on you with her legs and the mattress for her upper body. From her mouth comes a scream of pleasure as she orgasms.

Her body relaxes, freeing you from her legs. You stand up and look at Wendy who is still feeling the aftermath of her climax. You take off your shirt her wipe your face of her slicks

“Do you want me to return the favor?” Wendy asks in a soft voice.

“Maybe another time, for now I want to be in you.” You get naked finally freeing your member, climbing on the bed, you give a long kiss to your partner.

“Then let me be on top.” She says as you let her push you to lay on your back. Wendy takes off her shoes then standing up, she unzips her skirt while looking at you. As the garment fell at her feet she smiles feeling your gaze on her exposed lower body. She places herself above you, taking a hold of your cock to align it with her entrance.

“Damn feels good.” You say watching your length disappear in Wendy when she lowers body.

“You’re stretching me so much.”She began to ride you, taking support on your chest. At first, she starts slowly before gradually increasing her pace.

On your side you're not inactive, taking hold of her waist to help her before sliding a hand under her top. You feel her abs as she drops on you, moving your hand higher, you take hold of one of her boobs over her bra. Her breast in your grasp, you start kneading it.

Locking eyes with Wendy you feel the grip of her walls around your member getting stronger, in response you raise your hips meeting halfway when she drops on you.

“Sir... Shit! I’m coming.” She stops moving her body tensing up as she cums, her walls clamping around your cock.

“I’m close too.” Using both your hands you lift her body before bringing her down, each time hitting her cervix. Soon enough, you discharge a big load inside her.

Following your release Wendy falls on you, her head resting on your chest and you both take some time to catch your breath. You feel yourself getting soft in her as you put your arms around her.

“Let’s get something to drink.” You say giving a light smack on her butt before releasing the hug.

“I’m so full, good thing that I take birth control or I would end up pregnant before long.” Says Wendy as she gets off from you with your semen leaking from her slit.

“Yeah, it’s too early for a kid.” You follow Wendy, taking the glass of water she hands you. While you clench your thirst she takes off her top and bra. You look at her nude body moving to the front of the window.

“I dreamed about visiting new countries and right now I can enjoy this beautiful view.” She says watching the city’s light. “And in addition to that I get to travel with a handsome man.” Turning her head she gives you a wide smile.

“Well now that I know this information, I’ll have you accompany me every time I travel abroad.”

“That would be nice.” She responds with a chuckle. “I heard good things about you before but I didn’t expect you to treat me so well until now. I hope it’ll stay like that”

“Well, you are someone fun to be with,plus you are also a smart and attractive woman. So, I see no reason to change it.” While talking you approach her, taking her into your embrace.

“Thanks.” She whispers, as she puts her hands on top of yours. Both of you stay silent observing the outside but at one point Wendy feels your cock hardening against her butt. “Someone wants more.”

“Always, and I don’t think I’m the only one with how you're grinding your butt against me.”

“You caught me.” She bends over leaning on the window.

You slightly bend your knees to align your cock with her pussy, putting your tip against it. “Hope you’re ready because I won’t stop until the end.” Taking a firm hold of her hips, you thrust all your length inside her in one go.

“Ahhh! Fuck so deep!” As she takes your onslaught, Wendy has to tiptoed and progressively gets her body closer to the window. Soon enough she finds herself with her upper body stuck against the glass. Under your thrust against the entrance of her womb, her pussy begins to twitch as she orgasms.

As you warn her before you continue to fuck her hard throughout her climax as you are far from yours. Following this, she cums again at least twice, hence her eyes are now rolled back, her mouth is open with only moans coming out of it. Furthermore, the only reason why she is still standing is you.

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“Anywhere, just cum.. it’s too much.” She barely answered between moans.

Following her words, you quickly make a decision as you are reaching your limit. You take out your cock of her snatch, placing it between her asscheeks. Giving a few thrusts to finish yourself, you then release streams of semen across her back.

You release your hold on Wendy’s waist. Without any strength left in her legs, she falls on the floor, resting her upper body against the window.

You take a few steps back, relishing the sight in front of you with the city and Tokyo’s Tower as background. Through the fog on the glass caused by your frolicking, the city’s lights are partially illuminating Wendy’s naked body and her cum covered back

“I agree with your earlier comment, this is a great view.” You immortalize this scene with a photo.

During the following days, you both explored the streets of Tokyo. Visiting the traditional district of Asakusa with its Sanctuary and the National Museum of Tokyo. Other places you get to see were, the Kokyo Gaien National Garden where you both enjoyed the peace and quiet before having a tour in the Imperial Palace of Tokyo which is beside it. Along the way, you also tried a lot of different kinds of food.

At the end of your stay in Tokyo, you take the Shinkansen to Osaka. After arriving and dropping your luggage at the hotel, you take a taxi, remembering some memories linked to this city during the ride.

The taxi stops in front of a two storey house, after paying the driver you ring the doorbell. A few moments later, a man who looks to be in his early forties gets out of the house, opening the gate to Wendy and you.

“Ah, good to see you kid.” says the man in Japanese

“Good to see you too, Uncle. Here is a gift for receiving us.”

“Thank you, oh nice wine, I think I drank some in the past, with your father. By the way, who is this young lady?”

“This is Wendy. Wendy, this is uncle Kosaku” You make the presentation as Wendy doesn't speak Japanese and your uncle, while he can somewhat understand Korean he is not fluent in It.

“Let’s get inside, the other should be waiting for you.” You both followed him inside the house. Immediately after taking off your shoes, your hear footsteps quickly approaching you. You only have the time to raise your head before someone hugs you.

“I’m so happy you’re here! I missed you so much!” says the owner of the feminine voice, hugging you.

“I missed you too, Sana.” You say, returning the hug.

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lizzieisright · 1 year ago

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Tranquility

dom!reader x sub!Abby

Summary: You want to help Abby relax and show her she doesn't have to control everything, sometimes she just can let go.

Tags: dom!reader, fingering, praise, consent checks, Abby doesn't really notice she is subbing, very light and vanilla, Sylvia Plath's quotes.

wc: 3.7k

MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sport

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You don't jump into power dynamics right away when you get together: Abby doesn't even think about it too much - she just assumes since between the two of you she is the killing machine, big strong scary Abby Anderson, she'll be in charge like she is everywhere else. And you don't seem to mind, even though you had the sex talk way prior to having actual sex (I can't bottom every time if it's something you want, you said to her, and Abby agreed: she liked topping but she could bottom just fine).

So the thought of power dynamics doesn't come to Abby at all, until one day.

You are too good at reading Abby's mood - for some reason you can notice even the small shift in her. It's a superpower that creeps Abby out sometimes, how you can recognise her feelings and act accordingly. You don't make a scene out of it, you don't take care of her like she is a child who can't regulate her emotions, but you're there through it all. You're not scared of her anger or her tears, always calm, and for the first time in years Abby feels like she can rely on someone. Can trust someone fully.

And today Abby is on edge. She is tired, angry and frustrated - the plan for the next supply run isn't safe in her opinion. Abby likes her plans to be foolproof, "if you think they're smart enough think again and dumb it down" type of fool-proof. Everyone said Abby was being ridiculous about it, and maybe she was, but it doesn't make her feel any better.

And you obviously notice it. You watch her from the couch as Abby walks around packing, huffing every two seconds in anger.

"I saw that plan, Abby, it's good. Everything will be fine. Manageable if something goes wrong."

"Jamie is on the team, and this idiot will get us in trouble." Abby growls. "And then someone will have to clean up his mess and someone will get hurt and it will slow us down-"

"Okay. Okay, Abs, stop." You put your book away. "Come here, you need to relax." You pat your lap and Abby stares at you before laughing.

"What, you want me to sit in your lap?" Abby asks sceptically.

"Yeah." You pat your lap again. Abby is unsure and she feels ridiculous: she is not a lap dog, she is a fucking German shepherd.

"I'm too big to sit in your lap, baby."

"Do I look like I give a fuck?" You deadpan. "Big girls need to sit on their lover's lap too. Come here."

Abby blinks. She likes that she is big and tall - it makes her feel powerful, but it comes with a cost. She doesn't get to feel small. And you asking her to sit on your lap opens something so desperate in her she gets scared. Abby knows she won't feel small, but she wants to try anyway. Abby tentatively makes her way to you, still unsure how it will work, but you tug her lightly and she straddles you. Abby feels like she is a giant on top of you, and she doesn't really remember where to put her hands. She settles on your shoulders.

"This is awkward." Abby assesses, frowning.

"It's not. Sit, Abby, I can feel that you're hovering. I'm not going to break, I'm not made of dust." You push at her thighs so she can spread them and finally sit. You seem pretty happy with this, hugging her by her waist and pressing her closer to you. Abby is getting used to this, but it still seems ridiculous to her. She is used to tugging you to sit on her lap, not the other way around.

"Am I too heavy?"

"I like feeling your weight on me. Makes it feel real." You grin and stroke her back. "Really, relax. I can read to you if you want."

Abby doesn't really know what to do. She has no arguments against you, and your lap is very comfortable. As well as being this close to you, feeling your body, your breathing, your warmth.

"Yeah, okay. We can do that."

Abby does what you usually do when she reads: she puts her head on your shoulder and lets you snake your arms around her.

"Good." You comment and hold the book with one hand while you stroke Abby's back with the other one.

You are warm and your smell is comforting, so Abby puts her nose into the crook of your neck and breathes in.

"Yeah. Breathe. Deep big breaths." You say offhandedly as you look through the pages. It's weird. Abby feels safe and taken care of and it feels good, but it is too unfamiliar to be comfortable with it.

"Would it be too childish of me to say: I want? But I do want: theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder. Yet not all these can do more than try to lure the soul from its den where it sulks in busy heaps of filth and obstinate clods of bloody pulp. I must find a core of fruitful seeds in me. I must stop identifying with the seasons, because this English winter will be the death of me-" You've read out loud and Abby suddenly resonates with the first line. Would it be too childish of her to say: she wants your care?

"What is this?"

"Sylvia Plath's diaries."

"She sounds dramatic." Abby murmurs into your neck while you are caressing her back. Fuck it feels so good. She is so safe.

"Bitch is all over the place sometimes. But she is a poet."

You kiss Abby's head and she leans into your touch, surprising herself. She isn't usually… needy, but right now something is different. The sudden safety of your arms around her, your calm voice and familiar smell makes Abby feel dangerously vulnerable.

"You feel pretty relaxed." You notice as you now stroking her head, putting all annoying baby hairs behind her ear.

"Yeah. It's so weird though."

You chuckle.

"In what way?"

"Usually it's you who sits in my lap. But this is good. Just weird."

"I think the word you're looking for is unfamiliar."

"Are you a thesaurus?"

You laugh and kiss her forehead. Abby nuzzles her nose into your neck and your breath hitches.

You know Abby doesn't mean to get you horny with her breathing, but you are getting horny.

"Come here." You tell her and Abby lifts her head just enough for you to kiss her. She is warm and welcoming, doesn't rush anywhere and you are not rushing either, just enjoying the kiss. Abby relaxes into you and it surprises both of you - she isn't a person who gives up control easily. Hell, the whole thing started because Abby couldn't deal with people not doing everything like she told them to. But you feel how she puts more weight on you and you buck your hips into her.

"Okay yeah. Still weird, but good." Abby pants into your mouth. You dig your fingers into her ass and press her into your crotch. "Oh fuck."

"Wanna make you cum." You say, panting yourself as arousal takes the hold of you. "What do you think?"

Abby looks at you with a lifted brow.

"You think I'm going to say no?"

"Well." You kiss her jaw. "I don't plan on letting you do anything at all, so, maybe take a moment to think about it."

Abby stares at you as your words settle in. She will what, just lie there and do nothing? It sounds wrong, it sounds like she is going to be out of control, but also…

Also it sounds like the sweetest sin she could commit.

"If you're not sure, we can stop. Like, fully. Or at any point you want to." You stroke her cheeks with your thumbs as you watch Abby. You know she is apprehensive about this idea, but you want her to relax fully and forget about everything. And you know you can give it to her if she just says yes.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. We can do that." Abby smiles bashfully and you kiss her, so fucking grateful for how brave she is.

It's one thing to stare death in her face and win, and the other thing to stare in your lover's face and decide to trust them completely. And any other day Abby would have chosen death, but with you the danger can't get safer than this.

So Abby lets herself relax into you again and just enjoy your touch.

"Thanks."

Abby chuckles, but it turns into a gasp as you move your lips down her neck while your hands are tugging on her shirt. Abby helps you take the shirt and the bra off, and you just caress her sides, looking over her.

Abby knows you like how she looks, but having your attention like this makes her nervous. Your eyes are so dark with hunger Abby wants to look away but she doesn't, as sudden greed for your love washes over her. You look at her like you want to devour her.

"Pretty." You sigh as you smile. "You're so pretty, Abs."

"I don't think pretty is the right word."

"Beautiful?"

Abby huffs but can't help her smile.

"Gorgeous?"

"Stop it." Abby says, playfully stern. "You're so sappy, god."

You grin and kiss her again, shutting her up - if you say she is pretty, she is, and whatever Abby thinks of herself is totally irrelevant. Your lips make a trail from her neck to her shoulder and you gently kiss her freckles, listening to Abby's breathing closely: it gets heavier as you move your kisses down, and these small sighs are the greatest encouragement you can get.

You slowly move one of your hands up and cup Abby's tit, kneading her doughy flesh as she gasps.

"Feels nice?"

"Yeah." Abby murmurs and runs her hand over your hair. It's still hard to let go so she tries to occupy herself in some way. She gently massages your neck and you kiss her just above her nipple. "Yeah, this is nice."

"Good. Let's take your pants off, I need them out of the way."

Your intonation makes Abby throb in her pants - it sounds so commanding and for once in her life she doesn't want to fight it, no, she wants to obey - it's easy with you. Safe.

Abby stands from your lap and you help her take her pants and underwear off, making a small pile on the floor. Abby reaches to tug your shirt off, but you gently push her hands away.

"Relax, baby. Don't worry about anything, okay?" You tug her back into your lap and sigh so happily when you touch her bare skin. "Your job right now is just to be pretty. Can you do that?"

Abby is conflicted: you don't sound patronising, but it should sound patronising, shouldn't it? She stops for a second to understand her reaction and you just watch her. You know Abby needs some time to process what is happening, so you continue caressing her back and her pretty ass that makes you drool while Abby figures out how she feels about your new behaviour.

"Well I can try." Abby shrugs and you smile.

"Thanks. I wanna call you princess, you know?" You kiss her neck and leave a hickey on her collarbone.

"Call me what?" Abby laughs in the middle of her gasp at how ridiculous it sounds, but it's not a bad laugh. It's just embarrassing. "I'm no princess, (y/n)."

"Would you actually mind if I called you that?" You kiss her breastbone and Abby watches you.

"Don't think so." Abby pants and looks at you impatiently as you finally move your lips to her tits.

"Princess." You murmur and look into her eyes while her cheeks become bright red. "My pretty princess." You suck on her nipple gently and Abby gasps, squeezing your shoulders. The pet name turns her on - a lot of things turn her on right now even though they're weird and embarrassing.

You play with her other nipple and Abby presses closer to you, so you let your restraints go and use all your strength to move her closer to the point where her back is arched. Abby sighs, surprised - obviously Abby knows you are strong (not as strong as her, but strong nonetheless), but she never actually experienced it. Maybe you can make her feel small. Maybe you can make her feel like no one else could before.

You slowly move your hands up Abby’s muscular thighs, caressing every line with your fingertips - Abby is too hot for her own good, and the hungry monster that lives inside you claws at your chest, desperate to have its way with Abby and make her forget her fucking name, but you’re patient. You would never push Abby into something she isn’t ready for, especially in sex, but you want to show her an alternative. Show that she can let herself forget her fucking name and it will be safe. Because god knows Abby needs it.

Abby watches your hands in anticipation and you smirk at her when you place your hands on conjunctions of her hips, caressing her hip bones with your thumbs. Abby is soft here, but her V-line makes her look sharp and hard, and it gets to your head.

“I fucking love how strong you are, you have no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Abby chuckles, but she is impatient, so she grabs your hand and moves it down to her pussy.

“Hey, don’t spoil the fun.” You scold her playfully and bring your hand back. “I’m not going to keep you waiting, princess. Relax.”

Abby feels how her face burns when you call her princess again, but it gets her wet, so impossibly wet there's probably a dark spot on your pants under her. Abby grinds her hips down, searching for some friction, and you push your hips up to let her have it. Abby shudders as her clit grinds down on your pelvis and her hands clutch your shoulders almost painfully as she tries to set a pace of her hips.

"This is so hot, Abs. Fuck." You tell her as you watch her get off just grinding on you. You grab her ass and help her grind harder and Abby whimpers quietly, and your brain barely holds back your filthy mouth. You want to tell Abby how good she is, how she is doing such a good job getting herself off, but you hold it back for now.

The friction is not enough and you know it, so you lock her in place with one arm around her waist, praying she'd listen to you, and snake your other hand between your bodies.

Abby is so fucking wet your eyes roll back into your scull from how hard it turns you on.

"You're so wet, princess." You murmur into her ear and Abby whimpers again. "You okay?"

Abby just nods and it clicks. Abby is getting overwhelmed, but she clings to you so you figure out it's a good overwhelmed.

"Do you like it when I call you princess?" You ask mostly to make sure, but it sounds so seductive to Abby, a little mean maybe but in a good way.

"It's embarrassing." Abby admits and squirms around when you cup her pussy. Finally.

"Do you want me to stop?" You ask gently and look in her eyes, serious. Abby looks back, but her eyes are glazed over, she is too horny to care about being embarrassed by this point.

"No. Don't stop." Abby grinds against your hand and you press her closer to make her stop.

"You wanna cum already?"

"You keep fucking teasing me." Abby says, annoyed.

"I'm taking my time." You kiss her cheek and part her folds carefully, circling her clit with two fingers and Abby buries her head into your neck, moaning. You stroke her back to soothe her, but your fingers only get faster, the pressure is featherlight and it drives Abby crazy because it will get her to cum way too fast, and you know it.

"Yeah, that's right, princess. Relax and enjoy, yeah?" You can't stop talking now, desperate to praise Abby and make her feel safe in your arms. "Does it feel good?"

"I- I can't fucking-" Abby moans between her words, clinging to you harder as your fingers get her closer to her release. "Icantfuckingthink" Abby says in one breath and you barely make sense of it.

"Oh princess, don't. Don't think, okay? Be good for me." You pay closer attention to her reaction, not sure if Abby would like it, but she is too out of it now. She whines - fucking hell Abby whines - and presses closer to you.

"Yeah, I'll take care of you, I'll make you feel good." You promise her and slide your fingers down, gently pressing at her hole. Abby arches into your fingers, trying to get them inside, and your heart melts. "You're so cute, fuck. You want my fingers?"

Abby growls at you, refusing to talk, and you chuckle.

"Just nod for me, okay? Or shake your head."

Abby takes a second to process your words and then she nods.

"Good girl."

That makes Abby open her eyes in shock and her walls clench around nothing to push her slick into your hand, and you can tell she liked it.

"Can I call you that, princess?" You slowly push your fingers inside and just move them to feel how soft and hot Abby is. She suddenly grinds down on your hand and you kiss her shoulder. "Nod or shake." You remind her.

Abby nods, her embarrassment totally forgotten by this point: she feels small, safe and taken care of, and the way you talk to her only makes it better. Your stupid spidey senses let you know when to check in with her and Abby never knew it could be this way - that giving consent can turn her on so much because you ask for it like you're dirty talking to her.

And you are so close and you hold her so tightly Abby feels grounded even though she is so overwhelmed she can't think anymore. She just feels, her world only exists in the tactile plane now, and your voice carries her away.

"Yeah, don't think, princess, I want your head empty and your pretty cunt stuffed with my fingers." You murmur into Abby's ear and she buries her face in your neck deeper as you curl your fingers inside her. Abby moans quietly and you feel how you lose any self-control you had before.

You pick up the pace, catching the balance between overwhelmingly fast and not fast enough just so you won't disturb Abby's delicate headspace, and you just listen to her. Abby is not loud, never been, but that what makes it so magical - every sigh turns into a quiet whimper the longer you fuck her, and then you feel it, how Abby clenches around your fingers, her orgasm coming closer.

"You're close, princess, I can fucking feel it. Do you feel it? Does it feel nice when you're so tight around me?"

"Yeah." Abby says in a hoarse low voice and your teeth fucking ache because you want to sink them into her so much.

"Fuck Abby." You kiss her temple and suddenly you're fucking her so hard Abby gets tense in your arms, overwhelmed. "You have no idea what you do to me."

But Abby is not listening to you because you turn your hand just enough so you could thumb her clit and-

"Fuck!" Abby shrieks and closes her thighs on you as she cums. You stop moving your fingers inside her to enjoy how she pulsates around them, but you continue thumbing her clit."Fuck-fuck, stop-" Abby asks when it becomes too much and you obey her.

Abby is panting hard and you just kiss her neck and shoulders, waiting for her to calm down, but you can't help yourself so you start slowly moving your fingers in and out.

"You feel amazing around my fingers, princess."

"Fuck, don't stop, please, don't fucking stop-" Abby whispers and hugs you around your neck. You’re more than happy to oblige, and you can’t help your mean smile as you move your fingers slowly but thoroughly, getting a feel of every centimetre of Abby’s walls.

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for Abby to whimper and shudder in your arms again, drenching your hand up to your wrist, and you gently kiss her to help her calm down. Abby is limp on your lap, her head comfortably tucked in your neck as she pants. Abby feels exhausted but ridiculously happy, giddy even - you opened something in her, something that freed her vulnerability fully. God, Abby always knew she could trust you, let you watch her back, but the thought she could be so vulnerable and small with you never crossed her mind.

“Do you want to nap, baby?” You murmur in her hair and Abby hums in agreement. “Okay, let me put your shirt back on, yeah?”

Abby reluctantly lets you put the shirt on her and wrap a blanket around both of you as you adjust your position so you’d be lying down while Abby would be on top of you, so it would be comfortable for her to rest. You open your book again while Abby’s breathing evens out.

“I am watching a pale blue sky be torn across by wind fresh from the russian steppes. Why is it that I find it so difficult to accept the present moment, whole as an apple, without cutting and hacking at it to find a purpose, or setting it up on a shelf with other apples to measure its worth or trying to pickle it in brine to preserve it, and crying to find it turns all brown and is no longer simply the lovely apple I was given in the morning?”

The present moment, whole as an apple - Abby doesn’t have to worry about not accepting it, lulled by your voice and your warmth and your smell - after all, the present is all she has.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #sub!abby

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spicy30 · 2 months ago

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Modernness of 1400s 005

Pairing: HOTD x Fem!Modern!Reader

Extra: The reader is noted to be bilingual (Spanish speaking) and is familiar with the majority of Latin-based languages, No use of Y/N

cw: Little bit of smut (It's like 5 paragraphs long)

Rating: 18+

Not proofread

Tags: @fan-goddess @meowmeowmothermeower @bunxia @your-favorite-god @coolalienstatesmansports @qwerrtsworld @wegottastayfocus @dakota-rain666 @talilosha @the-deep-dark-abyss @101crows @agustdeeyaaa @ggglich-exe @illjhhlisa

WC: 13.1K

“You were out awfully late,” Aegon spoke as he stood up straight. “And that doesn’t belong to you.” He looked down towards your attire, more specifically your coat.

“And this is none of your business.” You gave a bitter smile as you went to open your door. However, before you could enter inside Aegon grabbed your arm.

“You smell like a Dragon, who were you out with?” Damn! Someone had taken you to see the Dragons before Aegon. He wondered if you let them have their way with you.

“Like I said, it doesn’t concern you. Now let me go, Aegon.” To your surprise he did.

“You know, if you want to ride a bigger dragon I have one.” He smiled walking closer to you, smiling, pushing your hair back.

“Really? How big?” Why you acted this way? You couldn’t say. Perhaps it was the dull ache that was starting to form in between your legs. One that had been present since your ride back to King’s Landing.

“Bigger than the one you just had, I can promise you that.” He smiled down towards you and you gave one back.

“Does it have a name?” You looked down to his lips then back towards him and he grinned.

“Sunfyre.” He whispered out leaning down to meet you.

You leaned forward. “That’s a cute name…”

“Once I show you, I promise you won’t think it’s just ‘cute.’” He went to capture your lips but you turned away at the last second and instead of your lips he kissed your cheek.

“Well goodnight to you too Aegon. I look forward to meeting Sunfyre.” You pulled away with a smile and closed the doors of your chambers.

You took off the sweater and to your surprise (and slight annoyance), Dyana was still in your room. “Have you been here all day?” You asked with a flat smile. She nodded with a book in her hands. You had taken to showing her how to read. “Poor thing, have you eaten?” She shook her head.

“Me neither, why don’t you go to the kitchen, have them prepare whatever you’d like plus my fruits and vegetables washed with boiled water and have another maid prep me for a bath. I reek of dragon.” You sighed putting Jacaerys sweater on a chair. Dyana bowed and seemed hesitant to walk out. She was worried that Aegon would see her. He had been outside your door nearly all day since you left.

“If you’re worried about anyone seeing you, just tell them I sent you.” You spoke, sending her out looking around oblivious to the dilemma the girl faced around Aegon.

It wasn’t long before a bath was prepared and you eagerly took off your clothes and dipped into the hot water. As you scrubbed yourself Dyana entered with the plate of food. “Eat first girl then feed me once I’m done bathing.” You scrubbed yourself. As you did you paused to think and looked over towards Dyana. There she was watching you yet it did nothing to shame you for the dull ache that grew stronger with every moment you spent in this bathtub.

Deciding against dinner you sent her away as you made your way out of the tub drying yourself trying to distract yourself. The man was promised to someone else. Though, clearly by his reactions…you smiled over towards his coat and ran your hands along the inside of it. You took in the scent and it only served to increase your want for him.

You sighed and turned away from the coat. You didn’t want to grow desprate. Desperation makes poor decisions and here poor decisions can cost your life.

Despite this your…desperation was still ever present.

Dyana returned once more, taking the final bowl and right outside you saw the solution to your desperation.

Aemond Targaryen.

You gave a slow blink as your mind fogged with that familiar feeling. After all, you did promise to show him your invention.

…

As Aemond was walking back to his chambers with a book in hand he heard a familiar saccharine voice calling him.

“Prince Aemond Targaryen.” There you stood peeking from behind your doors with a relaxed smile. “I finished my little invention and you’re the first person to see, as promised.”

Against his better judgment, he turned around walking closer to you and the sweet smell you always seemed to carry. There was no one in sight other than your maid who had left moments before you called his name. He saw your hand extend to him and he took it and felt you pull him inside your chambers. He looked at you in your robes before looking away to observe your room.

It was clean and smelled quite sweet, how you had gotten it to smell so sweet he couldn’t say. If he kept his doors closed it would just smell like candle wax but your room smelled so unbelievably sweet mixed with something else he couldn’t name.

He looked towards your desk and on it sat a paper filled with equations and letters.

“Curious?” You mumbled behind him and he observed the paper trying to piece together the equation but no matter how long he looked at it, he couldn’t understand.

“What is this?” He asked and watched your hand come from behind him and suddenly he noticed just how close you were to him. He watched you finger-track the problem as you whined about how it was something that had kept you cooped up in your room. It was only as he trailed your nimble finger that he saw you had long white nails. It was unusual, but they looked very appealing.

He turned around and looked down towards you and caught the sight of the valley that ran in between your breasts and for the first time Aemond took time to asses the situation you had pulled him into. He took in a deep breath in attempts to calm himself though it served no use as all he inhaled was the sweet scent you emitted.

Aemond was not blind despite the lack of an eye, he could very much see the way you had his older brother trailing after you ever since the night he danced with you. You were very different from any other woman here and you liked to play games, even if they did get you in trouble. He was just your latest plaything. Did he mind? Maybe not. You were a very different woman than who took him when he was thirteen. He was no longer a boy, but a man with a very pretty woman in front of him. He stepped closer to you seeing just how far you were willing to commit to your game.

You stepped away from him. It seemed like you weren’t one to commit. “Come I promised that you would be the first.” Whether the implication was there or not Aemond chose to take it more than its face value.

You turned to him as he followed you and suddenly that lustful gaze he swore he saw in you was gone instead replaced with that same innocent smile when you told him that it was you who injured his uncle. “I call it a fan, though the longer name is pedestal fan.” Aemond moved past you to feel the cool air it gave though it made no sound.

It spun at fast speeds and he turned to you with a furrowed brow. “How is it moving?” How did a woman such as yourself figure out such a curious invention? Aemond had kept small tabs on you ever since you had made your little splash with Daemon. While it was common knowledge that you had helped his father’s health greatly, he did discover that you now seemed invaluable to his grandsire and mother.

“Physics.” You answered in a smooth tone looking up towards him, the uncomfortable feeling in between your legs becoming more apparent by the minute.

“Physics?” Aemond questioned. Was it another one of your words that you seemingly made up? Aemond had spent the better part of his life researching all kinds of things but never read about ‘physics.’

“More specifically Newton’s laws of motion.” You sauntered away from him and Aemond followed you.

“Laws of motion,” Aemond whispered out trying to recall if he had read anything about.

“You haven’t read about it, it doesn’t exist here yet.” You spoke with a smug smile on your face while you leaned back and he gave a better view of the cleavage of your breasts. “The laws of course have been here since the beginning of time, but they aren’t named until the year of 1666 and not published till 1687.” You smiled standing straight and walking towards him. “Do you want to take a glimpse into the future Aemond?” You purred out and if it wasn’t the lust haze in your mind, you would’ve renamed the laws right then and there after yourself.

Aemond found himself nodding. A familiar fog was beginning to fill his mind and his breeches were getting tighter on him by the minute.

“The law I used to make my little invention is inertia, or in other words the first law of motion.” You trailed your fingers on his chest picking at the straps of his coat until they came apart and he slipped it off leaving him in his shift and breeches. Aemond made quick work of his shoes and his hands went to the belt that kept your robe together.

“The first law states that every object will remain at rest or in uniform motion in a straight line unless compelled to change its state by the action of an external force.” You spoke in a smooth voice and pushed him away and he fell on your bed. You walked forward and slowly the knot on your belt began to undo itself. “This tendency to resist changes in a state of motion is inertia. So can you tell me who was the external force and who was the object forced to move?”

The concept was fairly simple but Aemond’s mind was clouded with you and what was to come next. You stopped walking looking at him expectantly. “I thought you said you wanted to learn?”

“You were the external force and I was the object forced to move when you pushed me.” He breathed out quickly. You smiled and nodded, holding his face with your hand. “Such a smart boy. Maybe you are the smart one after all,” Aemond nodded looking up toward you as his hands moved to undo his breeches and slid them down letting himself free.

“The Second Law: Force.” You straddled him carefully to not let him slip into you and to only have him resting against your folds. He groaned bucking upwards and you breathed heavily as it hit your clit. “The…acceleration of an object…” You breathed trying to get your sentence out trying to keep him from moving. “Depends on the mass of the object… and the amount of force applied. You wanna tell me the equation?”

“I-” He groaned as you moved forward ever so slightly. “I do not know.”

“Yes you do, come one. Force is defined by a change-!” Your breath hitched as you tried to not let your moan out as he thrusted forward once more hitting your clit. “In momentum which is just mass by…velocity per change in time. So what’s the equation?”

Aemond breathed hard as you moved yourself back and forth on him. “I- I do not-!” You reached down to squeeze the head of his manhood and he nearly moaned.

“Come on force…” You breathed out looking down towards him.

“Force…” He spoke with his eyes closed as he held your hips trying to stop himself from bucking upwards.

“Equals mass…” You grabbed his face forcing him to look at you. His eye was looked towards you then down where your hand held him and you moved slightly back and forth.

“Equals mass…” Aemond only repeated what you said not understanding a single word you said.

“Multiplied by acceleration.” You finished and let go of him letting him rut against your clit and leaned down biting his shoulder hiding your moans while Aemond kept desperately moving.

He removed to remove his shift leaving him bare before you while your robe remained covering you.

You pushed his hip down to stop him from moving anymore. “The Third and Final Law…” You breathed out trying to catch your breath. “Action,” Aemond opened your robes looking at your naked figure, and watched your nipples harden from the sudden temperature change. “And Reaction.” You smiled down towards him but Aemond was lost looking at your breasts. He leaned upwards taking one in his mouth, biting a bit and you arched your back into him. He groaned as he kept your breast in his mouth then took the other in his hand kneading it like they were his own toys.

You pushed his head away from you and you saw a string of saliva as he let go.

“Whenever one object exerts a force on a second object…” You tried to push him down but he didn’t move instead keeping you snug against him and your breast was squished against his face. “The second object exerts an equal and opposite force on the first.” You spoke with a smile on your face.

He pulled you down to kiss him. As you did you bit his lip and he opened his mouth in surprise and you pulled away smiling. You rocked your hips and once more he pulled you down to kiss you muffling his groans and your moans. The knot in your stomach became tighter as he keeps rutting into you. You both breathed in as you stayed impossibly close to him, your foreheads touching as you moved your hips and he cantered upwards. You dug your nails into his back and bit down on his shoulder hard to muffle your moans as the knot in your stomach became undone. You got off him as he finished himself off using his hand while you watched.

He finished and it spurted on his stomach and you watched it soften as he fell back onto your bed and smiled.

“Be honest…” You struggled to catch your breath. “Am I a good teacher?” You grinned and he looked over with a smirk on his face as he struggled to catch his breath. “Your examples could use some work,” Aemond said, taking in the sight of your naked body.

“Is that so? I’ll keep it in mind the next time I teach these laws.” You grinned and grabbed your hair using it to pull you forward to capture your lip in a kiss.

“No one else has to learn these laws,” He spoke before he gave a quick chaste kiss.

You pulled away with a brow lifted. “These are very important laws, it is imperative that all learn.”

“Your teaching methods I’m afraid wouldn’t suit others.” He spoke pulling your hair while he left marks on collar bones.

You laughed letting him leave his marks. Not like you couldn’t cover them up anyway.

…

“If one parent has brown eyes and the other has blue eyes, the children have a fifty percent chance of inheriting brown eyes which is heterozygous b, and a fifty percent chance of blue eyes which is homozygous recessive b.” You muttered out as you calculated the problem. After two weeks you had finally reached Rhaenyra’s possible genetic code along with Laenor’s. In this problem it was assumed that dark eyes were dominant over the blue eyes Rhaenerya had.

You resumed working on the dreadful problem not long after you told Aemond to leave your chambers. It would be a bad look if he left in the morning. You felt regret creeping up on you as you looked towards your messy bed sheets.

“Oh god.” You whispered, covering your face with your hands. What have you done? That wasn’t supposed to happen, that wasn’t you. Last night couldn’t have been you. You refused to acknowledge what you had done.

A knock sounded at the door and you looked up to see Dyana coming in with your breakfast and the bowls of water you had every morning to clean your face and brush your teeth. Getting up you went to do your usual morning routine.

“Dyana, take the sheets to be washed and have a bath ordered for me.” You told her as you spat into the bowl.

“M’lady, they were washed yesterday. The soap is harsh on the clothes…” Dyana shut up when she saw your unamused face before she nodded, taking apart the bed and taking the sheets to go have them washed.

Dyana left you standing alone in your room and you turned around to face your fan. “You made me do something I’m not proud of.” You lectured your fan. It was stupid what you did. He was a Prince, and while technically there was no…“insertion”…that didn’t rid that chance of you of something unplanned happening. You could NOT have that happening, not here, never here. All this was supposed to be is to have a little fun playing with them then leave them all behind to become the greatest figure of history ever.

You walked into the separate room where they had your bathtub filled with hot water and your soap nearby. Stepping into the hot water you hissed out as your body became used to the temperature. As you sat in the bathtub you hugged your knees thinking about your poor actions. You would swear off no more boys in your room but you had one coming over tonight.

“That's not gonna happen again.” You reassured yourself. No funny business would happen with Jacaerys. You were just going to surprise him and be done. That was it, nothing more.

“Shame.” It was all you said before you submerged yourself into the water. Maybe if you stayed under long enough you’d wake up in a hospital room and this would all be a dream. Who knew this could bring you so much shame and guilt.

Alas when you went up for air you did not wake up surrounded by white walls of a hospital. You looked to the side and there was a maid you didn’t recognize.

“Apologies my lady, his grace, King Viserys calls for you.” She spoke as she held out your bathrobe and once more you were reminded of the events that transpired the night before.

“It is early, did he say what he wanted?” You asked about putting on the robe.

“No.” It was all she said before she began drying you so that you would slip into the dress easily. The maid’s eyes went to your collar bone which bore deep purple marks courtesy of Aemond. You muttered a small curse as you covered yourself up.

“Would you like me to fetch you a high neck dress?” The maid murmured as she picked up the dress that was laid on your bed. It was a dark green dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline with a structured bodice. You touched the material and shook your head. It would look suspicious if you wore a covering dress when it was so hot and you famously didn’t mind showing skin. “My lady you will be seeing the King and such marks…” The maid trailed off.

“What marks?” You spoke as you dropped your robes ready to be dressed. Soon enough the hickies would be covered and no one would be none the wiser.

The maid stayed silent as she dressed you and you looked at the deep purple marks that littered your chest by the rusted mirror on your dresser. Once you were dressed you told the maid to leave as you pulled out your makeup to cover the hickies. With a little contour you accentuated your collar bones and then you got to work on your actual face. It would be best if you had everyone looking towards your exposed chest to confirm for themselves that nothing was there if the maid was stupid enough to gossip about this.

Once you were ready you dabbed some perfume before slipping on slippers that were provided for you and made your way to the King. As you walked the halls you saw lingering gazes, there was no way new could spread that fast, could it? Either way it seemed best if you paraded yourself around today so that they could confirm with their own eyes that there was absolutely nothing on your chest.

This news couldn’t reach Alicent or Otto. Being out with Jacaerys was one thing, but knowing you had a little too much fun that was deemed appropriate with her son and his grandson. Well that wouldn’t be good.

Entering the King’s Chamber you bowed greeting both the King and to your surprise Alicent was there as well.

“The lavender works, but I require something stronger.” Viserys told you as Alicent stood beside him.

Stronger? Did he want opioids? Did he get addicted to the milk? “Stronger?”

“I find myself riddled with stress as of late. With my brother and my daughter and of course I have been told there have been incidents with my children and grandchildren. It is nice to have my family reunited however, a certain level of stress does return. I plan to return to ruling and of course that also carries its own stress. Would you know of anything to…reduce this stress.” Viserys spoke in a surprisingly even tone. The change between him and two weeks ago was very remarkable.

You cracked your head for anything that would help but you came up empty handed. What it sounded like was that he wanted drugs. Hell you wanted some too, with this latest scandal that was sure to occur and that damn problem that seemed to carry a result that would not be good for your conscience. You wanted something to take the edge off. What you needed was some- You smiled as an idea popped in your head. “I think I might have something. I’d have to make a trip to wherever is most humid. If I can find it, I think it could help.”

“The river lands. They are plenty humid, should I arrange a carriage for your trip?” Alicent spoke looking over to her hand maid ready to order her.

“Is there anything…faster? I would rather not risk leaving for long lest the King need me.” You spoke looking to Viserys. Hopefully you could ride on dragonback. You rather enjoyed yesterday ignoring everything that it led to.

“Yes, you’re right, dragonback would be fastest.” Viserys pointed.

“My King, who would take her?” Alicent argued. You were a fine girl in Alicent’s mind, but to have her sons alone with you, much less Aegon who was so clearly pinning after you. It was not something you would enjoy.

“Mayhaps Aegon or Aemond.” Viserys spoke and your lips pursed. You’d rather a more…neutral party. Aegon was ever eager to be with you and you hadn’t even sought out Aemond since this morning when he left. “Helena enjoys riding as well.” Viserys spoke and you perked up.

Yes, another woman would be fine company.

“What of the twins?” Alicent asked. Honestly she would prefer you leave on horseback.

“We would be gone at most for two to four days. It won’t take me long to survey from the skies.” You desperately did not want to by carriage. No pain-killers or anything to take for motion sickness. No thank you.

“Yes and Heleana is quite fond of insects. Helaena will take you.” Viserys agreed and Alicent remained silent as she looked at you. Normally Rhaenerya would be the only one Viserys would hear above her, but now here you stood with a smile on your face standing tall wearing one of the dresses she gifted you. The dress of a Queen.

Alicent watched you go. As you left and the door closed there she saw Larys Strong as he limped by looking directly at her. She gave a small sigh as the door closed leaving her with her husband.

…

“I hear the lady has taken a lover. Many guards claim they saw her come late into the castle last night and a maid claims that she had the marks only a lover could make this morning.” A voice whispered.

“I saw her only a moment ago entering the King’s chambers. She bore no such marks. The neckline of the dress was deep and I looked.” A second one whispered out.

“You think the maid lies?” The first gasped out.

“May the Seven forgive me but the lady is a crone! She never leaves her chambers unless she is summoned by the King, how could she have a lover? Who would be her lover?” The second responded with a little laugh.

“The lady still arrived late last night.” The first reason.

“She has left the castle many times with Prince Aemond and do you remember what everyone said then? That the prince was her lover when in fact she only left to buy steel. If she did have a lover would she not request moontea?” The second continued.

“She is a strange woman. Mayhaps she does not need it because she is barren or has her own brew. If she can heal the King, she can kill a babe in her womb.” The first huffed out and the second one gasped at the idea.

Jacaerys stayed still listening as the maids spoke about you. He had heard the rumors that Aemond was your lover quite a while ago, though they proved unfounded. Though he did feel guilt start pooling in his stomach when he was responsible for your late arrival last night. Did people think he was your lover? That thought made him smile even though no one knew it was he who was responsible for your late arrival.

He had not come out unscathed either. His brother, Luke, had caught him on his way back to his room which at the time he was rather eager to get to. Luke would not stop teasing him about you, but was quick to remind him that he was promised to Baela. Jacaerys liked Baela, both he and she would make a nice pairing and keep the lineage of the Dragon within Valyrian blood.

That's why Jacaerys was torn on going to your chambers tonight or to simply leave this as it is before it is too late to go back. You were not from here. He understood that. Not when you spoke of all these things that he had never heard of. You were smart, smarter than the average woman, and certainly smarter than any educated woman he had met. What so many Maesters had failed to do, you did in two weeks. Your mannerisms, your accent, your stance, your unwillingness to bend to the social norms of this world. You were just so different, and Jacaerys doesn’t think there is any other place that can foster a person such as you. Dorne is the only place he can think of, but yet Dorne does not have ‘barbie’ or ‘cars’ and all the other things you mentioned.

Dornish women were taught to wield weapons yet you did not seem familiar with swords or knives. In fact you did not seem accustomed to fighting and what you did to Daemon (Which he found out through gossip) seemed more like a stroke of luck than you seemingly knowing how to fight.

Could he go? Maybe if you had said that you wanted to leave. Maybe if he had known that you weren’t going to stay here. Just maybe he’d follow in his mother’s footsteps in her youth. (He heard from Daemon)

Maybe he shouldn’t be in the West Wing. Maybe he shouldn't knock. Maybe he shouldn’t accept your hand so easily as you pulled him in. Maybe he shouldn’t relish the smell of you that was so potent in your room. Maybe he should start taking off his shift.

Maybe it was already too late.

“What are you doing? Where are your clothes at?” You asked with a lifted brow.

“I thought…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Uh…no. Unfortunately that is not happening.” You laughed out looking at him. (Had he done this last night it would’ve been a very different story)

Jacaerys took in a deep breath turning around though he doubts that did much to cover the pink that was coating his neck and back and was reaching his face. “Then what is the surprise?” He asked as soon as he put his shift back on.

“You don’t think I have anything else to offer other than my body?” You asked with a lifted brow looking him up and down with a judgmental look.

“No. That was not my intention. I only meant-” He moved his hands trying to explain himself.

“Relax, I’m joking.” You smiled but then paused. “Partially.” Was all you said as you pulled out a small black box and crawled on your bed beckoning him in.

“Are you sure my lady?” This was most improper. An unmarried man with an unmarried woman together alone in one’s chamber room. Even worse, on the bed. He watched you sit upright on the bed. At the very least you wore the breeches he first saw you in and what looked like the top half of your nightgown.

“Do you want to see the surprise or not? Remember I was really confident I’d win. It’d be a shame if you didn’t see.” Jacaerys pursed his lips thinking over what you said before giving a small nod and cautiously laying on your bed. Their sheets smelled freshly washed, a small pang of disappointment hit. Why? He couldn’t say or more so, he wouldn’t.

“Okay see you guys have dragons. Now I can say those never existed where I came from, but it was thought they did. Turns out, they were just dinosaurs.” You explained with a smile on your face. You seemed quite excited to show him your surprise and he found himself smiling along with you awaiting for you to show him.

“Now at first, I am not gonna lie, I was playing to low-ball you with some music, but you went all out showing off your dragon. So I’m gonna show you what the closest thing we have to that is.” You grinned while nodding.

“Your surprise was music?” Jacaerys scoffed. Did you think they were brutes who didn’t even know what music was. He found himself feeling a little offended at your assumption.

“No, not just any music. Music from where I come from. From what I know of, you all don’t do music like we do. Trust me, you’ve heard nothing like it.” You bragged and leaned on your pillows. “But alas we’re here for music, we’re here for dinosaurs. Jacaerys Valeryon, I’m introducing you to Jurassic World, where dinosaurs live amongst us.” You grinned and held a button on the black box and to his surprise it lit up.

Now Jacaerys didn’t know what ‘dinosaurs’ were but if they were as interesting as the little box in your hand that lit up with a light, he was certainly looking forward to finding out. He found himself leaning in closer to look at the box which shone lightly.

“Wait!” You dropped the box and went around blowing out every candle leaving the both of you in darkness except for the light that showed from the box. He saw you hop on the bed and crawl over to him and pick up the box.

“This is a phone. Basically almost all the information in the world is on here. Everything I could ever want to know is here at the tips of my fingers.” You laid on the theatrics a bit heavy but, this needed to seem like the coolest thing he’s ever seen and ever will see because it is.

“Right now? So you can ask anything and the phone…” It felt like saying it but Jacaerys continued. “Will you tell me?” It was such a small thing. How could anyone answer every question anyone has possibly been in there?

“Well not right now, I don’t have a connection unfortunately, but in theory, yes. Anything, except for the future of course, but you could ask about anything ranging to how many stars there are in the sky.” You turned to look at the window before turning back to him as Jacaerys looked past you. You reached your hand out brushing a curl back. “To why your hair curls.”

‘Smooth.’ You giggled to yourself.

Jacaerys looked towards you longer than he should before turning his gaze down to the ‘phone.’

He saw you take it in your hands tapping on the front and it turned on once more showing numbers and smaller words that he wasn’t quick enough to read as you pulled your finger upwards.

This time he was able to read it only as you hit numbers that were on the screen. It said ‘Enter Passcode’ The lettering was strange, it did not look like the lettering he was used to reading and writing. However, what surprised him more was the speed your fingers moved to type in your ‘passcode.’ He watched entrances as you moved your finger left and the images moved to the left. You pressed a symbol and then the screen and your screen went blue showing three letters: M, A, and X. Well now that he thinks about it, they read Max.

He watched as you pressed on something but his eyes weren’t fast enough to catch it and suddenly the phone went black, then just as fast it lit up again with a sign that said ‘HBO’ before it went black once more. “What-” He looked closer but quickly cleared his throat hearing you giggle at him. Then a blue thing with a dark background began to show. “What is that?” He asked while you stopped it from moving.

“The world.” You spoke looking towards him with a little smug smile.

“The world? That's what it looks like? Even the words that cover it?” He asked looking down towards the phone reading the words that said ‘Universal’ and he heard you click your tongue.

“Obviously not with the words, but yes, this it was, it looks like beyond from all the way up there.” You pointed up. “Well at least where I come from this is how the word looks like. I think yours might be a little different.” You muttered out. “But in any case.” You pointed out where roughly your home was. “This is where I live and see all the blue, that's the ocean and the green on land, and the bright yellow stuff are lights. There are a lot of lights where I come from. It dims out the stars. That is why I said I’ve never seen the stars so bright before. With so much light comes light pollution.” You explained and he nodded looking at it before you again pressed the phone and it began to play. He heard sounds in the background but he couldn’t quite explain what they sounded like, he’s never heard it before.

As he continued to watch more symbols popped up, but he found himself focusing on the background. What thing could produce such sounds he wondered. “What is that?” He asked and once more you touched the screen and the sounds and things on your phone stopped.

“It’s a logo. The…how can I phrase this, the symbols of the company that made this. Think of it like the things on your banners. It’s kinda like that.”

“Not the thing that sounds in the background.”

“Oh,” You smiled. “That’s music. Background music, to build feeling. I told you I have never heard anything like our music before.” Jacaerys found himself unable to say anything. He really hadn’t heard anything like this. You pressed down on the screen again and once more the music played but then it became ominous and he felt a sort of..nervousness as the phone went white. Then the music stopped and a crack was heard and it showed on the screen as well and more words showed on the screen he tried to read them but the formatting was too different for him to read properly.

More cracks appeared on the white thing as more of it was becoming visible. “What is that?” He asked watching something come out of it, a moment later it was shown to be claws. Three black gray claws.

“An egg.” You said simply continuing to watch the movie.

Jacaerys made an involuntary face as the claws twitched and suddenly another egg was shown. How was this happening? The phone let out sounds and for some strange reason it sounded like his own heart beats. Very strange. The phone refocused on the second egg as the claw twitched and clawed out the shell of the egg and an orange eye was shown. His face grimaced and he let out a sound of displeasure.

“That's exactly what the eyes of Vermox look like, why are you making that sound?” You turned to him with a brow lifted.

“No, Vermax’s eyes don’t look that ugly.” He defended his dragon. How could you insult him in such a way when you just saw him yesterday and if his memory served him right, you were very friendly with his dragon.

“Whatever you say,” You hummed and shrugged and Jacaerys gave you an offended look. When he looked back to the phone it went white again with something sounding in the background that didn’t sound like music. A large clawed foot stepped on the ground only for it to then be revealed as a bird.

You pressed the screen again and it stopped on a person who was wearing a red coat and seemingly dark tight pants putting something into another thing. Behind stood a yellow home though he’s never seen any homes like that before.

“That is somewhat average clothes. Women don’t really wear dresses anymore, it’s not required and that,” You pointed at the car trunk. “It's a car. She’s loading up suitcases and behind her is our version of houses.”

Jacaerys nodded looking closely at the ‘car’ before you pressed the screen again and once more the phone began.

“Boys, let's do this.” The woman in the red yelled and suddenly the phone showed something which he could not describe.

“What is that?” he asked and once more you pressed the phone and the movie stopped.

“I don’t know what it’s called but it shows you pictures.” You explained and you were going back to press the play button another question interrupted you.

“What are pictures?” He asked to look at you. You paused and thought for a moment.

“Uhh, oh okay look.” You swiped off the movie and instead went to camera and turning the phone backwards you went to snap and take a photo. “Say cheese!” You smiled and posed while you heard a confused ‘cheese?’ and then the light flash went off. You turned it around and showed him the picture of both of you.

Jacaerys grimace. He looked confused and well not good, while you were there with a perfect smile and closed eyes. He heard you laugh. “This is a picture, think of it as a moment in time that is frozen forever.”

“That’s what I look like?” Jacaerys complained. He suddenly felt insecurity creeping up on him.

“At the moment yes, but it looks cute, don’t worry.” You smiled and then promptly switched back to the movie. It was a cute picture, his first one too. You were definitely keeping it, besides, you looked way too good in the picture to delete it.

“Gray?” The woman in the red shirt asked as she opened the door. Jacaerys looked in the background observing the chamber decor. Never had he seen a chamber like that.

“Honey, what are you doing?” The woman in red, which he assumed was the mother, questioned and went to take away the boy’s ‘picture thing’ as you called it. “What is this? Here, let's go. Come on honey. Your flight leaves in two hours.” She spoke once again preparing her son.

“Dane county airport is 36 minutes away, 60 with traffic.” The boy spoke towards his mom.

“How many minutes to get your little butt in the van? Hmm?” The mom smiled and so did the little boy. He kind of reminded him of Joffrey, certainly had the hair for it though only if it was darker.

As the movie progressed he heard music in the background once more. So much was going on that he only just realized the music. “Have yourself a merry little christmas.” It was sung in the background.

What was Christmas he wondered. Suddenly the scene changed and they were surrounded by a lot of people. The mother was wishing her sons goodbye. A loving mother she was, reminded him of his own. Though the older one was very dismissive towards his parents. It rubbed him the wrong way.

“Hey, listen to your mother.” The father spoke. Jacaerys found himself giving a small nod in agreement.

“Take care of your brother. Answer your phone. I’m serious, it’s the green button. When you see my name, push it. Okay?” The mother lectured. It seemed phones were a common occurrence where you came from. Did everyone have information at their fingertips? “And remember, if something chases you,” The mother spoke with wide eyes. “Run.” She whispers the last part.

As he continued to watch the mother bidding goodbye to her sons, the scene changed again and there was…well he didn’t know what it was.

You hit pause and turn to him. “That’s a plane. We also travel by air, just not with dragons.” It was all you offered before pressing the phone again. The scene changed again and the boys were boarding…well he didn’t know either. “How big is the island?” The younger brother asked. “Big.” The older replied. “But how many pounds?” The younger one asked. Jacaerys knew what ‘pounds’ were. “Doesn’t make sense.” The older one replied.

The scene changed once more and it looked like they were riding a ship with only no sails. He wondered how it moved. Once more the scene changed and he really got to the attire of the people. It certainly did seem somewhat familiar to what you wore when he first saw you. He watched the phone as it showed him new views of the likes he has never seen before. Like the blue tube and something moving. “What is that?” He asked. This time you didn’t bother stopping it.

“That’s an escalator, think of moving stairs, and that is a train. Moves you from one place to another, like a carriage.” You responded. Stairs that move? How queer.

The next scene shows the boys inside the train and the music in the background increased. It was quite the melody. Then it panned over to the small blonde boy running inside a building. There looked to be glass everywhere and on the top looked like ‘pictures’ and then there was a black haired woman. She had an accent more similar to his than the boys did.

Then he saw the younger brothers moving upwards calling his brother and the woman.

“That's an escalator in use.” You spoke and Jacaerys watched as the boy moved without climbing the stairs. Yes, how queer indeed. The scene changed once more to the black haired woman from before entering a chamber. As the scene progressed so did the music and he found himself impatient waiting for the high of the song. When the younger brother opened the window, it showed a view Jacaerys had never seen before. The high of the song sounded loudly and Jacaerys found himself entranced. Is this how you felt when you saw his dragon for the first time?

As the song came to an end he was then shown a woman with a short…dress? He didn’t know, but the woman that was shown had short red hair, was pale with freckles dotting her face and gray eyes. A very good looking and well put together woman.

“Welcome to Jurassic World.” The woman spoke, seeming as if she was speaking to him. He moved back away from the screen. Could she see him?

The scene changed again and white walls were shown with people in white and what looked like blue gloves and clear things on their faces.

“Who are they?” Jacaerys asked as the scene progressed and he saw more eggs as a white thing opened exposing them. “They’re scientists. I think more specifically biologists or genealogists.” Those were big words you spoke and he had no idea what they meant. He continued to watch as the scene unfolded. “While year-over-year revenue continues to climb, operating costs are higher than ever. Our shareholders have been patient but let’s be honest. No one’s impressed by a dinosaur anymore.” The woman in all white said. Again Jacaerys had no idea what she was talking about.

“20 years ago de-extinction was right up there with magic. These days kids look at a Stegosaurus like an elephant in a city zoo. That doesn't mean asset development is falling behind: DNA excavators discover new species every year but consumers want them bigger, louder, more teeth. The good news is our advances in gene splicing have opened up a whole new frontier. We've learned more from genetics in the past decade than we have from a whole century of digging up bones. So when you say you want to sponsor an attraction what do you have in mind?” The more the woman in all white spoke, the more he was lost. Luckily you picked up on it and stopped the movie.

“Okay lemme break it down.” You said facing him. “Dinosaurs have been extinct for about 65 million years.”

Jacaerys' jaw hung open. Million! Not just one but sixty-five!? Sixty-five million years they have been, well he doesn’t know what extinct means. But he does know that 65 million years is a long time. “What does extinction mean?” He asked and saw you look up thinking.

“Dead. No longer alive. It doesn’t exist anymore. No where on earth is it alive. That is what extinction means.” You said and Jacaerys thought once more. For 65 million years dinosaurs haven’t existed.

“Then…” He trailed off trying to understand.

“My Earth is about 4.5 billion years old. Overall there have been five great mass extinctions one of those being the extinction of dinosaurs who were here long before humans.” Jacaerys ignored the fact that you said ‘your earth’ and instead focused on how old it was.

4.5 Billion years! Madness! He’s never even heard of a billion of anything.

“I would assume yours is too. All planets in the solar system have been created at the same time, which was the beginning of time. Though it may be different, I’m not sure.” You spoke as it was the most normal thing in the world, as if you just didn’t just just change his entire perception of the world.

“How, do you know that? How can you know how old the world is or Earth, as you call it. Why do you call Earth and not the world?” He looked at you.

“Well that's the name of the world. Earth. It comes from an old word, I think it might be Latin, and it's like ground or something. Might be old English too, I can’t remember. Anyways, the way it was discovered how old the Earth was was through a specific kind of dating I can't remember off the top of my head but it was something like carbon dating. Essentially in the beginning of time everything was created at the exact same time by a big bang. So that means all the planets were created at the exact same time and that also includes everything else such as the sun and the Stars. Now you could also date the actual Earth itself by taking a random Rock but you also have to take into consideration weathering that has happened to the rock that may mess up the dating. So in order to combat that basically we took a small asteroid or a piece of a star and dated that and because everything was made at the exact same time that meant that that piece of space whether it be an asteroid or a star is exactly the same age as the Earth.” As Jacaerys listened to you speak he felt his world changing around him. What in god's name was ‘carbon-dating?’ Also they took a star? What was an asteroid? The beginning of time!? What a big bang?

“What…are you talking about?” Jacaerys muttered.

“It’s a whole thing. I take days to explain everything to you. But just know that this dating method is considered highly accurate. Along with that as of right now we are in the midst of the 6th great mass extinction caused at the hands of humans. Essentially we are our own destruction.” You nodded with a smile on your face as if you weren’t talking about the end of everything.

“What!?” Jacaerys blinked and saw you laugh. Were you mad!? You had to be mad to laugh about something like this.

“Sorry, my world. Not yours, not yet at least.” It was predetermined!? He felt like he was being overwhelmed with information. “Well not if I can do anything about it. Trust, it’ll be fine.” You patted his shoulder. “Anyways, here they found a way to bring back the dinosaurs from the grave.” You smiled then pressed play on the movie.

He stayed still as the movie went on trying to wrap his head around the whole notion of extinction and mass death and the age of the earth. Even as a strange creature appeared on the screen and people walked through it.

He saw you stop the movie again looking at him. “You okay?” He nodded. You could stop the next mass extinction right? You said you could. He wonders how exactly one could cause mass destruction in the world. Perhaps with those weapons you mentioned before, certain countries could destroy cities.

Finally he turned his attention back to the phone as you resumed the movie. He saw children brushing dirt from large bones and then pictures showing a large explosion. “See that's how dinosaurs died. An asteroid crashed into earth.” You murmured and Jace honestly didn’t want to think about extinctions right now.

Once more the large creature from before was there. “What is that?”

“That is a dinosaur belonging to the sauropod family.” You answered.

“Sauropod family?” Jacaerys tilted his head.

“Yes, they are defined by their features, notably long necks, long tails, small heads, and four thick, pillar-like legs. This one is just a hologram or like a picture that is being…projected?” Did he know what the project meant? You had no other way of explaining it. Luckily he just nodded along.

“Aunt Claire!” The younger brother called out and went to go hug the woman in white.

“Oh, my gosh, you’re so- you’re so sweet.” Jacaerys watched the family dynamic trying to remember names. Clearly this ‘Claire’ woman was very busy. She seemed to be the manager of everything. Though the more he watched he noticed another creature that was chewing.

“What is that one?” Jacaerys pointed towards the phone.

“That's a Parasaurolophus, which means duck-billed.” Jacaerys watched the ‘Parasaurolophus.’ He had never seen such a thing. It looks duck-billed. He continued to watch as Claire walked through it.

The next scene showed a bright blue map shown on what looked to be a bigger version of a phone.

He watched the scene unfold as new people were on the screen, a man with things on his face and a woman with a blue coat.

“Looks like it. Verizon Wireless presents the Indominus Rex.” Claire spoke.

“Ugh, that is so terrible.” The man with things on his face spoke. “Why not just go the distance Claire, and these corporations name the dinosaurs? They’ve got all the ballparks, why stop there?”

“Why are the Westplanes closed?” Claire pointed to the map where there was red.

“Another pachy roaming outside its zone.” The woman in the blue coat explained.

Again Jacaerys couldn’t say what they were talking about, but he kept his mouth shut simply watching. Claire reminded him of what a King should be. Very commanding. It wasn’t common here in Westeros. You had said something about more women in power, was this what you meant?

Then the scene showed something flying in the air making chopping sounds. “What is that?”

“That’s a helicopter. Another way we travel through air.” You answered and Jacaerys watched it lifted into the air.

“You look tense Claire.” The man steering the ‘helicopter’ spoke.

“Maybe you should just focus on the controls.” Claire spoke while clutching onto anything she could.

“The key to a happy life is to accept that you are never actually in control.” The man said and Jacaerys raised a brow. What was that supposed to mean?

“Don’t forget why we built this place, Claire. Jurassic World exists to remind us how very small we are, how new. You can’t put a price on that. Now please we’re flying.” As he spoke Jacaerys saw you nodding along with his statement and Jacaerys did not want an explanation.

“It’s bigger than expected.” Claire spoke and then a scene where there was a man who seemed to be wielding fire was shown. He opened his mouth to ask but shut, deciding he didn’t need an explanation on why there was fire coming from the man’s hand.

“We hit a few speed bumps early on. It began to anticipate where the food would come from. One of the handlers nearly lost an arm and the other threatened to quit if I couldn’t guarantee their safety.” Claire spoke as she entered the room.

He watched the scene trying to take in everything all at once. As he watched there was a growling heard and he saw something within the trees. It was white and had ridges. The skin looked like it could belong to a dragon. He watched until there was a yellow eye and it blinked, or at least that's what it looked like. Didn’t blink like anything he’s ever seen before.

“Can she see us?” The man asked.

“They say it can sense thermal radiation like a snake.” Claire responded.

“I thought there were two of them?” The man asked, facing Claire.

“There was a sibling in case this one didn’t survive infancy.” Claire spoke as she looked towards the Indomius Rex.

“Where’s the sibling?” The man asked.

“She ate it.” Claire responded walking away from him.

“What is thermal radiation?” Jacaerys asked you. “It’s what snakes used to see. We give out heat signatures.” Jacaerys looked at you with confusion. “They see the warmth our body gives.” You explained and he nodded.

“Oh. How?” You looked at him trying to think of why. “Uhhh, I actually don’t know. I think it’s because of their tongues. They use it to smell.” Jacaerys looked at waiting for more of an explanation. “Listen, I don't know how they do that either.”

The squealing of a pig brought back Javier's attention to the movie. The pig was running away from something. Jacaerys watched closely trying to see what it was running from.

“Hold!” A male voice rang out and claws were on the phone. The four more appeared behind as it panned up to show what looked like dragons except without wings, or horns. He assumed that dinosaurs were.

“Hey!” The scene panned to show a man, or more so the outline of a man. Then the man was shown. He had ruggish appearance and held something in his hand that clicked. “Eyes on me.” The man commanded and again the dinosaurs were shown.

Jacaerys watched the scene with intense focus as he watched the man command the dinosaurs. He could understand why you said they were like your version of dragons. Though to have one man bonded to four? It was unheard of here. Only one dragon per rider.

“How is it bonded with all four?” He asked to watch the movie. You turned to him with furrowed brows.

“What does bonded mean?” You asked. Jacaerys sat up, did you not see dragons bonded with their riders?

“Dragons only have one rider until their death, and only one person commands them. I am bonded with Vermax, and he won’t have a new rider until I die.” He explained, and you nodded understanding.

“Curious. I didn’t know that. Owen isn’t bonded to the velociraptors like how you and Vermax are. These are wild animals. He is their trainer. It’s like a dog and owner kind of relationship or as Owen describes it, like a pack. One wolf is the head and the rest follow. Bonds like the ones you have with Vermax don’t really exist where I come from. I think the closest would be dogs or other intelligent animals bred for domestic purposes. In this case, they can and will kill him if given the chance.” You explained.

“Pig loose! Pig loose!” A man shouted on the phone and Jacaerys turned to watch the phone once more. He watched as the pig was taken by the dinosaur and the man dropped in the cage. His heart jolted and it felt unable to relax as he watched the scene. He watched men point rectangular-shaped blocks at the raptors. Then he watched intently as Owen tried to keep the dinosaurs at bay.

“Blue, stand down. Stand down.” In a strange sense, it reminded him of when he was learning to tame Vermax. Though Vermax didn’t try to kill him, not as Blue was snapping towards Owen.

“Delta, I see you. Back up! Okay good, good. Charlie, stay right there. Good. Close the gate.” Jacaerys' heart jolted once more. He felt as if he couldn’t relax. Was Owen going to die? He watched as Owen dived under the gate just barely escaping the Dinosaurs. He gave out a sigh of relief. This was stressful, too stressful, though you didn’t seem affected at all, only watching with a smile on your face. Maybe, this was like your version of jousting tournaments.

He continued to watch as the scene changed to children on other dinosaurs which he had never seen. It was quite a curious thing seeing how different children looked and the stark difference in how life was where you were from. It seemed like everyone was always happy. In contrast to here, it seemed rather gray. How hard and strange everything must be for you. Giving up a life where basic luxuries were this kind of thing, and yet now here you are trying to recreate this. If he were in your situation, where his entire family was gone, his friends, his titles, everything he has known and it was taken from him and put into a place where he had no power. Jacaerys Valeyron truly doesn’t think he could do it. Yet you are thriving here, and he hasn’t seen you fret about your losses. You seemed to look on the ‘bright side’ as you called it.

Jacaerys watched as the brothers ran away from their caretaker for a ‘T-rex’ feeding. Though the movie didn’t show much of this ‘T-rex.’

“Well, a promise tomorrow is worth a lot less than trying today.” The mother of the two brothers spoke and he tilted his head. How were they talking?

“How are they talking?” He asked you and you turned away from the movie and smiled. “Well, phones are used to make long-distance calls. Think like if you have paper and you write a letter you get another for like another week or more, phones allow you to talk in real-time. So let's say you’re in like I don’t know Essos and I’m here. If phones worked here we could talk as if we were face to face.” Jacaerys felt his mouth go slack. This was revolutionary. Yes, if this is your basic luxury, Jacaerys does not think he could handle what is happening to you.

“How does that work?” No, how does it really work? This seemed like an impossible feat, how did they connect?

“Um, well I’m no expert but um I think it has to do with electromagnetic waves,” Jacaerys swears you make up half these words. Every time he asked you to explain something, he was always left with more questions than answers. “Oh look look, this is the best part of the movie. The Mosasaurs!”

Jace turned his attention back to the phone. “The Mosasaurs were thought to have hunted near the surface of the water where it preyed on anything it could sink its teeth into. Including turtles, large fish, and even smaller mosasaurs. Okay, folks let's see if she’s still hungry after already eating today” There was a large shark attached to what looked like to Jacaerys; a metal rope.

Jacaerys watched intently as a large creature swam out and ate the shark whole. What was that!? It was huge! Is this what you had roaming in your water where you came from!? He was so shocked that he didn’t pause to think how the seats moved down to see underwater. All he could focus on was the size of it. It had to be at least the length of Crazes. There was no way you had that just roaming in your waters.

Shaking his head he leaned on his palm watching as Claire introduced Owen to the Indominuos Rex. He watched as they realized the Indominuos Rex wasn’t in its enclosure anymore. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Wasn’t it just there? However, it all clicked when the phone showed claw marks on the wall. Once more that tense feeling came back and it was not helped by the music in the background. Was that intentional? The music was eerie and only served to put him more on edge as he saw the guard, who looked rather unqualified to be one, and Owen entered the enclosure.

“Get them out of there now. Now!” Claire shouted. The music picked up pace and Jacaerys found himself subconsciously leaning in while clenching his fists. His eyes narrowed as he saw white scaly skin and long sharp black claws. He watched in horror as the black claws snatched the third man. He heard him scream and then there was a crunch. He had never seen or heard anyone die before, so to see his first death in a movie was disturbing. Even more so because you seemed to not react to the death. Was this entertainment for you? Men dying, people dying?

Jacaerys gave a silent gasp as he saw the man get ripped apart by the Indominuos Rex. Jacaerys gritted his teeth in anticipation to see if Owen would get out alive. He saw as the Indominuos Rex walked over to the fat guard and his mouth was suddenly agape as he watched the man get bitten and nearly eaten whole. He found himself wanting to look away as the Indominuos Rex closed in on Owen. Much to Jacaerys pleasure, it didn’t eat Owen, though he was disturbed by the roar it gave out. It certainly did sound like it could be a dragon.

“What are those things?” Jacaerys asked, watching what he assumed were the knights of your world.

“Those…those are tasers. They shock you. Think of it as wielding lighting at will except a lot less strong.” You giggled at the end. Jacaerys blinked once more in awe of your world. Lighting!? Like Thunder!? Your people had learned to wield lighting and thunder as weapons!? This place must seem…primitive to you. This was insanity!

“If mom and dad get divorced, will one of us be with mom and the other with dad?” Gray asked his brother.

Suddenly Jacaerys was taken back to his first real conversation with you. You had mentioned something about divorce being common, however, he didn’t really believe in whispering of such a thing as blasphemous, but here these two brothers were speaking about it.

“Oh he’s a sophomore, I didn’t know that.” You mumbled out. Jacaerys didn’t know what was but he thought it in his best interest to ask any more questions. Though that was his second time thinking that, that never stopped him.

Jacaerys grimaced as they picked up the meat with the ‘tracking implant’ whatever that meant though he assumed it was to help track things. He didn’t even want to start to guess how that worked.

He watched as a drop of blood fell on the man’s arm.

“It can camouflage!” The man yelled and once more a horror-stricken expression took over his face as he watched the carnage. There was no possible way you weren’t affected by this? One man had been stepped on, another ripped in half, and then an additional one had a tree fall on him. Yet there you were without a single expression of remorse or any emotion watching the movie. It was off putting. He doesn’t even think Daemon would be able to watch this without some kind of reaction.

He turned back to watch the brothers getting into a glass ball and once more Jacaerys thought about asking you but felt too put off by your expressions to say anything. As he watched the movie he felt himself in awe of seeing the Dinosaurs. They looked like nothing he had ever seen, yet your world had them. It was amazing, though he supposes you also thought dragons were amazing. He looked over towards you and for the first time saw an emotion. He saw a smile. A smile on your face seems to admire the dinosaurs.

Though a reaction, it didn’t put him at ease.

“Dude. Off-road.” Zach spoke to Gray. “But they told us to go back.” Gray insisted. “Y’know, I’m just worried that you’re not getting the full Jurassic World experience.” As Zach spoke Jacaerys heard you giggling mumbling out “That's so me.” He raised a brow at you.

Once more Jacaerys’s heart jolted as the Indominus Rex found Zach and Gray. This movie can’t be good for his health. He watched as the Indominus Rex broke the neck of the dinosaur with a club tail. He grimaced and so did you. So you were impervious to human death, but not animal death? How backward.

Though as the scene continued he swore he was going to have white hair by the end of this movie. He gripped his hair as the phone buzzed and the Indominus Rex bit down the glass and it punctuated! “Oh fuck.” He mumbled out.

He continued to pull his hair as he watched Zach and Gray run away from the Indominus Rex. Luckily they got away. He gave out a sigh of relief. How were these movies good for anyone?

As he continued to watch a scene with a dinosaur dying tugged at his heartstrings. He looked over to you and to his relief you were not unaffected. As the movie progressed Jacaerys found himself engrossed in it. Taking in everything it had to offer.

Though as it continued that damned Indominus Rex came back to haunt him and all over again he was gritting his teeth. He jolted as the Indominus Rex broke through the roof. He watched intently as the scene unfolded.

“Yes. Get ACU out here. Real guns this time.” Claire spoke out.

“What are guns?” He asked and you simply responded with a “You’ll see.” And that he did. He saw as it shot unimaginably fast. The weapons your world had were unimaginable, never once has this idea ever crossed Jacaerys’s mind.

“That’s a machine gun. It fires about six-hundred to about fifteen hundred bullets per minute.” Once more Jacaerys was left puzzled by your causal explanations. They shot so hard that it blew out chucks of the ground. Unbelievable.

“What is a bullet?” He asked. Releasing six-hundred to one thousand five-hundred of something in a minute was deranged!

“They’re metal shaped into sharp points. A gun works almost like a crossbow. Except it used gunpowder to make a small explosion within the gun to propel the bullet at a high speed to then pierce through anything essentially. It would even go through your steel armor if hit at the exact point or one good shot and you’re dead. Even more so with a machine gun.” You turn to him with a smile. “Nothing is bullet proof. Shoot it enough times, it’ll break. If you’re shot, well you’re swiss cheese, I don’t know.” You laughed out the last part.

Jacaerys didn’t know what ‘swiss cheese’ was but he was just going to assume that it wasn’t a good thing.

He watched the Indominus Rex crash into a…glass dome? Inside were things that were almost Dragons, but not exactly. He watched enthralled as one man fell out of the helicopter and gave a small gasp when one of those flying dinosaurs snatched him.

“Oop! I forgot that happened.” You spoke as your brows shot up in shock. A man had just been impaled by one of those flying dinosaurs, though Jacaerys focused on the fact that you had apparently watched this movie several times? Did you enjoy seeing people killed!?

“Oh pay attention, a good scene is coming up.” You nodded excited as you looked back towards the phone. Somehow when you said that now, Jacaerys wasn’t excited like he was in the beginning of the movie. He watched you smile as the flying dinosaurs flew down and attacked the commons! This was absolutely mad! Madness that you watched this for entertainment. He couldn't emphasize this enough. He watched in horror as the caretaker of the brothers was snatched and then eaten by the Mosasaurs. Absolute madness.

As he continued to watch the trepidation of it all in the midst of it Owen kissed Claire! He let out a sound of surprise and looked away while you gave a giggle. “Relax, it’s just a kiss. Be glad you’re not watching this with your parents, trust me, it’s a lot more awkward.” You smiled at him. You watched this kind of mania with your family!? This was too much for Jacaerys yet he couldn’t look away from the phone.

As he watched, he saw a man shoot a dinosaur and it immediately went down. A horrid thought entered his mind. Could that kill dragons? Probably. He shook the thought away.

Watching the movie he saw Owen punch that other guy and he gave a smile. “That’s how I punched Aemond.” He murmured happily with himself.

“No.” You shook your head at him and didn’t elaborate. He deflated a little bit at that and continued to watch the movie.

“Oh yuh!” You pumped your fist as the velociraptors were set loose.

A mad woman. You were a mad woman. Jacaerys Valeyron had lusted for a mad woman. He shook his head in disappointment.

Though he did admit that it did look very compelling to watch the raptors hunt. The fluidity of their movement was amazing to watch and their flawless teamwork was also something to behold.

Though once the raptor started communicating with the Indominus Rex, it was a little less cool. He watched as the guns went off and then something shot out and created a large explosion. His mouth went agape for the umpteeth time since this move started. Just how many weapons have been devised!? This was bad. No wonder you had so many wars yet none at all. Your weapons were of mass destruction. One wrong move and everyone is gone! “What is that!?”

“An RPG, I don’t know what it stands for but I know it’s a kind of missile.” You laughed a bit as you spoke. Truly a despicable place you must’ve come from if you are this desensitized.

He continued to watch as the raptors killed the men in such savage ways. He doesn’t know how he is going to sleep tonight. As he watched the scenes unfold once more his hands were in his hair gripping his locks as he watched, unable to guess whether or not Zach and Gray were going to live with two raptors after them.

Luckily once again they did. He breathed out a breath of relief.

“Is this what you had in mind?” The man with things on his face asked though everyone seemed to be leaving. “Hey.” He spoke to the woman with the blue coat. “They said we have to evacuate. There’s a boat. Are you coming?” She asked him. The man seemed to contemplate the idea before ultimately making the decision of staying, but not before he tried to kiss the woman in the blue coat and unwilling Jacaerys gave out a groan of second hand embarrassment. He covered his eyes and shook his head. Somehow this was worse than the kissing.

Though the man that wanted to use the dinosaurs as weapons getting mauled by the raptor quickly took his mind off the whole ordeal. He gritted his teeth so hard as the scenes continued. Now they were all surrounded by three raptors. Jacaerys wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He angled his face away from the screen as Owen tried to reclaim Blue. When Owen’s hand wasn’t bitten off he sighed a breath of relief. Only to hold it once more when that damned Indominus Rex appeared once more.

He gasped as Blue was thrown to the side by the Indominus Rex. Jacaerys watched intently as both remaining raptors attacked the Indominus Rex. He pumped his fist in victory only to gasp in surprise when a raptor was thrown and it exploded and the other was bit and thrown.

The Indominus’s claw nearly grabbed gray had it not been for his older brother. He had to have white hair by now, he was sure of it.

Jacaerys watched as Claire stood in front of another large dinosaur. Damn, another one to deal with. Though to his pleasant surprise the two large dinosaurs began fighting. However, not soon after clearly the Indominus Rex was winning. He sighed in disappointment. Though it was short-lived as Jacaerys murmured a “Yes!” at Blue’s return.

You turned to look at him with a smile and cleared his throat looking back towards the movie.

Jacaerys watched the fight with more interest than he’s ever looked at anything, and then once for the final time Jacaerys’s mouth hung open as the Mosasaurs came and dragged the Indominus Rex down.

It was a pleasant ending as the movie came to an end, though he still thought you mad for finding enjoyment in the deaths of others.

“So what’d you think of my surprise?” You smiled.

“I think you and your people are mad for finding entertainment in the death of others.” He spoke plainly. It was true, while a happy ending was nice, what about all the lives sacrificed for it? To make a spectacle out of it was cruel.

You furrowed your brows tilting your head before your mouth formed an ‘o.’ “Oh lord! I didn’t tell you! Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! No, everything is fake! No one really died making this movie. The dinosaurs aren’t real either and neither are Claire, Owen, Zach, Gray, any of them. They’re not real people!” You smiled trying to apologize. “Oh gosh, I can’t say sorry enough. No, they’re actors, it’s their job to pretend. There are no more dinosaurs, they’re extinct, all of it is a…play. Think of it as that.” You nodded.

“I saw the Dinosaurs, they looked as real as you and I?” Jacaerys was appalled that you lied to him when he said it.

“No, that is digital effects. CGI, that’s all it is. I promise, everyone is alive. No one got hurt.” You were pleased before you covered your eyes and shook your head. “This must’ve been such a horrible experience. Oh gosh, I really am sorry. I didn’t- I totally forgot to tell you. It didn’t even cross my mind!” You grabbed his hand and held it in yours. “I really am sorry, I would never think to draw entertainment from y’know actual dead people. I’ve even seen a dead person. I swear it is all fake. Cross my heart.” You let go of his hand and crossed your heart.

“So dinosaurs aren’t around anymor?” He asked skeptically trying to wrap his mind around it.

“Yeah! Oh my gosh, no they really haven’t been around for over sixty-five million years, not including birds of course, but anyways! Yeah everything is fake.” You tried to reassure him.

“The weapons as well?” He furrowed his brows looking at you.

“Oh no those are real.” You gave out a little laugh at the end. “Yeah no those actually exist…it’s just the dinosaurs and the people that are named.”

He nodded slowly. “Is that all the entertainment your people watch?”

“No. There is a lot! Unfortunately I have only two more movies downloaded.” You sighed turning off the phone leaving you both in darkness as your eyes adjusted. “But um, I’d like to preserve my battery. I’m now at 70…it’s all I have left from my home. All my pictures, the only reminder of my family. I’d rather preserve it for a long time.” A sharp pain hit your jaw and traveled to your tear ducts as you felt tears gathering. Luckily it was dark.

It was silent before Jacaerys spoke again. “Mayhaps, we can have a painter paint your pictures so that you may have them forever.”

You snapped your head up. “Really? You would do that?” Your lips formed a wobbly smile. “It would mean the world to me to have them painted out.” You reached out in the dark for his hands holding them close to you. “Thank you Jacaerys Valeyron, really. Thank you.”

As you smiled the only thing on his mind was how much he enjoyed the sound of his full name on your lips.

Note: This chapter was a pain to write. I don't even like the way it sounds. So sorry.

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sansaorgana · 10 months ago

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👀 Gale showing his wife just how much he missed her overseas?

hello, love! 😌 I've already written a smutty fic like that here so this time I went with a scenario of Buck coming back home and the emotional aspect of this situation since they haven't seen each other in almost two years 😳😭🥺

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

When Buck was leaving his wife to go to Europe, he was planning to come back to her quickly after finishing his twenty five missions as fast as possible. Or he would die, which was also a possibility. But he certainly wasn’t planning to get shot down and end up in a German camp for the rest of the war.

Every day, week, month he spent there was filled with one thought only – lost time. All the time he was losing on surviving at all costs instead of living his life at home with his wife who was bravely and patiently waiting.

“Do you think they're still waiting for us? Our girls?” DeMarco asked one evening when they were playing cards and killing time.

“You’re asking as if you were so faithful yourself,” Bucky teased him. “Plenty of men back home hunting for the military wives.”

Buck shot him an angry glance for a second. He had been faithful to his wife. And he was sure she had been faithful to him, too. He wanted to be.

“Don’t look at me like that, Buck,” his friend pushed him playfully. “You guys have seen his wife?” He asked the others and they nodded in response. They all had seen a picture of Mrs. Cleven because Buck always kept it with him and occasionally stared at it with soppy puppy eyes. “What I’m saying is that I’m sure there are lots of men ‘round town who chase her,” Bucky explained.

“Thank you for clarifying,” Gale gritted his teeth.

“And she’s only a woman after all, we’re all humans with needs,” DeMarco joined the teasing.

Buck stood up as the men looked up at him, confused.

“Come on, we are teasing,” Bucky grinned at him.

“I will not participate in this,” his friend sat on his bed instead and opened a book to read.

It was none of his business how his friends treated their wives and relationships but he was serious about his and he respected his wife more than anything. However, their jokes and teasing had planted a seed of insecurity in his mind.

When she held him for the first time after his return, it felt surreal. Her hands were so soft when they cupped his face, yet they squeezed him so tight that he felt like she would crush his organs. Gale couldn’t stop looking at her face, her sparkling eyes, her smile, every tiny wrinkle on her face, every little detail that he had forgotten already; that the black-and-white picture failed to capture.

He was back home but he felt like he was put in a glass jar. People’s voices sounded as if they were coming from another room. His wife’s hand squeezed his and it was the only thing grounding him. Even his own house felt odd and strange – he had remembered it differently. Now it was decorated with Welcome Home signs and filled with the neighbours patting his back and asking him millions of questions per minute.

So when they all left and he closed the door behind the last couple living down the street, Buck sighed with relief and turned around to face reality. The house was dark at this hour but there were dim lights turned on in every room on the ground floor. His wife was taking care of the dishes in the kitchen and he looked at his face in the mirror by the front door.

There were scars scattered all over his cheeks and he looked exhausted. But other than that, he was a lucky bastard who had gotten home safe and sound. Even if it had taken him much longer than expected.

Gale fixed his hair in the mirror and entered the kitchen, awkwardly leaning on the doorframe. It was his home but it didn’t feel like his space anymore. It was hers now – his wife’s. She was humming a song and washing the plates and cups with an apron put loosely over her cocktail dress.

“Where did you get a dress like that?” He asked softly and she turned around with a smile.

“Oh! You startled me for a second,” she gasped. “I’m not used to having someone creeping up on me like that,” she admitted and Buck approached her to start drying the freshly washed dishes with a cloth. He wanted to help in any way. “I bought it last week. Been saving money for something special for your return and since it took you so long to come back to me…” she chuckled nervously, “I saved quite a lot.”

“I’m sorry,” Buck blushed at her joke.

“No, baby, don’t be sorry. It was them Krauts who didn’t want to let you go, am I right?” She pushed his shoulder with hers and went back to washing the remaining cups. “If I was them, I wouldn’t want to let you go either,” she added.

She always tried to joke about almost anything, to turn everything into a situation worth laughing or at least smiling about. It was one of the things Buck adored her for.

They finished washing and drying the dishes and she took her apron off with a sigh.

“I’ll finish cleaning tomorrow,” she told him.

“I will do it. Tomorrow,” Buck told her and she smiled faintly at him.

“Come, sit on the porch with me,” she held his hand as if he was made of glass and led him outside. There was a wooden bench on the porch and a small light turned on, flowers in the pots and an ashtray.

“You smoke now?” Buck raised an eyebrow at his wife as he sat down.

“No, only sometimes. You see, I had women coming here in the evenings,” she explained and sat down next to him, “and we would sit here for hours just like that. And talk,” she added and laid her head on his shoulder.

He nearly flinched at that gesture. It was such a long time that he wasn’t used to affection anymore. Yet he craved more of it.

“I’m glad you weren’t lonely,” he whispered and put his arm around her.

“Oh, but I was… So awfully lonely,” she looked up at him and he looked down to meet her gaze. Her eyes filled with tears.

“My friends were teasing me that…” Buck swallowed thickly, “...that a woman like you… Well, that she’d be chased ‘round town by all the men here.”

He felt stupid admitting that and he knew that this sort of accusation would hurt her. But she didn’t look angry nor sad. She only chuckled.

“No men left, no,” she shook her head. “All the best ones were away or dead,” she hugged his chest and he sighed with relief. “And what about you, Major Cleven? Am I supposed to believe you’ve been faithful?”

“Not many women in a camp for the captive pilots, you know?” Buck rubbed her back.

“But I mean before that,” her finger played with one of the buttons of his shirt.

“You can ask Bucky if you don’t believe me.”

“Oh, I believe you,” she laughed. “You know, my friends teased me, too. They were saying there ain’t no way my man’s no cheater. But I knew you would never do that. I said, my Buck would rather die than look at another woman. And they all thought I was crazy,” she told him.

“You aren’t crazy,” Buck shook his head and leaned in to kiss the top of her head. “And you smell so nice. Is that a new perfume?”

“I didn’t use perfume,” she answered.

“Then it’s just you. You smell so nice,” he hummed to himself and buried his face in her hair.

She curled herself up in his arms and bit on her lip before asking in a shaky voice:

“Do you still love me?”

Gale’s heart skipped a beat as he looked down and raised her chin to make her look up.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you still love me?” She repeated the question and he took a deep breath in but she didn’t let him answer. “I know you think you do. And you had my picture but I am not that picture, Buck. I know you loved the picture and your little scenarios you were creating inside your head to keep yourself alive and I am not angry at you, not at all. But now when you’re back and when you see me, do you still love me or are you disappointed? Perhaps some part of you wishes I was that picture instead?” Her lower lip trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I don’t know what to say, darling,” he admitted and wiped her cheeks with his thumbs. “But I can show you. Come,” he stood up gently and raised her up with him to lead her back inside and pick her up bridal style to carry her upstairs to their bedroom. Her bedroom. He hadn’t slept there for almost two years.

Buck switched the light on and laid his wife on the bed gently as she kicked her shoes off of her feet. He hovered over her on bed and joined their lips together in a sweet and gentle kiss as his fingertips caressed her jaw and neck.

“I missed you,” he whispered after breaking the kiss and looking deep into her eyes. “I missed the real you. That picture was never enough,” he assured her and she smiled at him before throwing her hands around his neck to pull him down for another kiss. Hers was more eager, though; it was hungry and sloppy and it encouraged him to roam his hands more freely all around her body.

“I’m scared,” she breathed out. “I’m scared that I’ve grown too used to being alone.”

“You’ll grow used to having me around again the same way. I’m not letting you go, sweetheart,” he bopped on her nose and she rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

“Buck Cleven, my hero,” her delicate hands cupped his cheeks and caressed the scars with her fingertips.

“I’m no hero,” he protested.

“To me you are,” she insisted and furrowed her brows. “You had to be in so much pain and I wish I could take at least some of it.”

“I would never want you to,” Buck kissed her wrist softly. “It would spoil all your sweetness.”

“Oh, it’s already spoiled. You haven’t seen me at my worst,” she confessed and he looked at her face, worryingly. “When I was going crazy without you here all alone. You’d send me to asylum if you saw.”

“I would not,” he assured her, seriously. “You haven’t seen me at my worst either. I don’t think you would like me like that,” he swallowed thickly as the horrific memories flashed in front of his eyes. “The things I did to come back to you…”

“Shh, I don’t have to know,” she pulled his face down and placed soft kisses upon his cheeks, nose and chin. “Unless you want to share it with me one day. But you don’t have to tell me anything, Buck.”

“I’m just so happy to be home,” he whispered almost inaudibly, their faces so close that their lips were touching.

“And I’m happy to have you back, baby,” she smiled and fixed his hair.

“Every breath was for you, every step, every bomb I dropped, every bullet I avoided, every day and every night. Just to come back to you,” he kept looking deep into her eyes. “I’m sorry it took so long.”

“Major Cleven,” she shook her head and rubbed her nose with his, “your wife would wait a million years for you, don’t you know…?”

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cgogs · 22 days ago

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all i wanted | c!dnf oneshot | 4k c!George breaks c!Dream out of prison and tries to fashion a normal life.

secret santa for @rglozwriter (happy holidays! i hope you enjoy!!)

George has never once in his whole life thought of himself as a hero. He could count on one hand, maybe two, the number of times he ever came close.

When he saved a little girl from the wolves. Oh, but he was rather little as well, and just as terribly afraid as her. So maybe it doesn’t count. When he restored clean water to a dirty river village— oh, he’d only broken the dam to help Dream, and that’s far too selfish in nature to be considered heroic. He hadn’t done it on purpose.

And that’s precisely the problem, George isn’t sure he’s done anyone any tremendous good on purpose, and furthermore out of the pure goodness of his heart. He doesn’t think that makes him a bad person, not everyone is meant to be a hero. Not everyone has the heart for it.

It was always Dream who was the hero. In all their childhood adventures, Dream was the one who would have them stop in their path to help the needy, the sick, the suffering. George was the one who would try and fail to get some sense through his head. It’s not that he’s a bad person, he just didn’t think they were in the means to be heroes, needy, starving, and sick as they were.

But Dream had a habit of being a hero, and it’s one that didn’t break until they settled down. Until they invited more people into their lives. George watched that heart of gold dull and hide itself away. The heroism didn’t leave, it just turned itself into something else. And it was unfortunate because no matter how much George protested his selflessness (because it was so often at the cost of his wellbeing and safety), it was something that he truly loved about him. His hero.

It’s half of why George doubts the reality of his situation. It can’t be. Because George would never claw his way through obsidian in the water like a half-drowned rat to save someone. He would never put his own neck on the line for someone else. He would never do something so stereotypically heroic, something straight out of a book.

He stares at Dream, sitting on the floor weaving a basket from flax and reeds.

Dream once called him a selfish damsel. It was a joke, but George didn’t think it was untrue. Well, the damsel part was untrue. Mostly. Maybe. Their scoreboard of saving each other is… uneven. Breaking Dream out of Pandora has to count for fifty tallies. George demands it.

George is in his weirdness again. The heavy state between sleeping and waking, where he doubts everything he sees. Dreaming, he dares to think. How many times has he dreamt about saving Dream? Saving Dream and convincing him to run away? Too many times. And he remembers the feeling of waking up after all too well. The heartache and disappointment and hatred for everything and everyone.

The memories of walking the halls of the prison seem so distant, filled with water and oil. They seem impossible.

Dream pinches himself and hisses, the half-done weave unfurling slightly as his hands recoil. He checks his fingers as if they were cut. George takes too long to react.

“Are you okay?” he says finally. Dream looks up at him, green eyes shining. He looks embarrassed.

“Yeah, no, yeah. I just cut myself a little.” Dream’s voice is soft and a little embarrassed in a way that makes George’s heart stop and start again. It peels one layer of fog off his mind. “Good morning. How long have you been standing there?”

Dream is nervous and awkward like a new roommate. It could be appropriate if they haven’t loved each other all their lives. Well, George never actually got confirmation if that’s wholly true. Dream could have stopped loving him for a little while there. But he’s at least mostly sure that Dream loves him now. Hopefully not just for saving him.

George blinks, looking around. His feet are deathly cold in the doorway. Dream sits in front of the fire weaving his basket, and the world outside is pure white with snow. George comes to sit with him, vision glossy, like the world was smeared with grease.

“I dunno,” he answers, too late, “I just woke up.”

Dream pulls the pile of flax and reeds and willow to the side to make space for him. George pulls his blanket further around himself, rubbing his eyes. He’s sitting on a couple crumbs of dried plants but he’s decided he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to move to fix it. Luckily for him, Dream notices and pulls the bent reed out from under him. George mumbles a gratitude.

“Are you okay?” Dream asks. He doesn’t cast his voice like he used to. He’s quiet these days.

“Uh… yeah.”

“Are you feeling weird? The soup?”

George laughs a little like it’s the first time he’s heard him call it that. All the memories come to him a few moments too late. Yes, right, this is a common occurrence. George’s smile drops in a way that’s too obvious. Dream frowns at him.

George is remembering himself. The heroics he thinks of as so alien aren’t quite so against his nature as he thought. It’s just that they only show their face if it’s for Dream. It doesn’t make him a hero, he’s still a selfish prick, but it means this is all a little more real than before. He’s remembering more and more as he wakes up, feeling more and more grounded.

“Do I need to, um… do anything for you?” Dream asks. George hates how he asks for things now. Like he isn’t sure how to be a person anymore. This time isn’t as bad as others, but sometimes just the questioning quirk of his voice will make him sad. “I can jog your memory again. Or I can get your journal–”

George replies too fast. “I don’t want you to get up.”

“Okay. Um… this is our house,”

“I know this is our house.” George rolls his eyes.

“Okay. How about you just ask me, then.” Dream picks his basket weave back up, setting to work tightening the braids that went loose while he wasn’t holding it down. George feels bad snapping at him, even if it wasn’t much. He rubs his knuckles on Dream’s wrist as an apology. The little nod he gets back means it was accepted. It’s always nice to know Dream still remembers their old rituals.

“I’m just, um… it doesn’t feel real.” George leans his head on the edge of the coffee table, the one Dream pushed up against the couch to make room for his weaving. George lets his eyes get lost in the braids and patterns, following the maze of reed. He thinks Dream must be planning to use it as a fish trap– he’s always been partial to pike. “I don’t remember how we got here.”

This must happen more often than George thinks, because all of the concern he was expecting is pushed to the back of Dream’s mind. He watches it happen.

“You broke me out of prison. We’re waiting out the winter until summer, and then deciding what we want to do.” Dream’s voice is a practiced calm, like reciting a textbook. “You want me to stay. I want to tie up loose ends.”

“Why are you here… if you don’t want to be here?”

“I can’t do anything in the state I’m in right now.” Dream almost-laughs, only letting out a small sardonic snicker. The details of his face and body finally load in George’s mind, suddenly, as if they only just now took form, and he feels so stupid for not noticing before. The skinniness of his body, the scars on his arms, the two prosthetic fingers. Having just woken up is the culprit, it dulls his senses and replaces them with delusions. Or maybe he’s simply gotten used to the way he looks, and his hindbrain took no issue. “And you keep my bedroom door bolted from the outside.”

“What? Is that true?”

Dream smiles at him. “No.”

“You’re an ass.”

“I know.”

“So– how? How did I get you out?” George tries to imagine it. Clad in shiny armor with a formidable weapon, a getaway horse and a real plan. It’s just not him, even if it was for Dream’s sake.

“I don’t know.” He says it in a way that suggests he wishes he did. “You were– weird. Like this. And sopping wet, and like… sleepwalking.”

“How long ago?”

“Um… it was when the trees were just starting to turn orange.”

He’s not good with time. George groans, rubbing his eyes still. His memories are slow to appear, but they do. It’s not cause for huge celebration. They fade in and reveal themselves at his prompting like the tide reveals the stones.

He looks around at their house, hidden somewhere deep in the tundra. Nobody for miles. He remembers Dream, in a state, hiding food and weapons in every nook and cranny he could finagle. He thinks of it as safe. Dream feels, to some degree, safe here. That makes George happy.

“I remember.” George nods.

“It’s not very complicated.”

“Everything with you is complicated.”

Dream rolls his eyes. He’s farther away from the fire than George– and then a memory hits him, one of Dream in that cell. Cowering from the heat, eyes big like dinner plates. He went off his head, if his memory serves. Begged him to leave: he couldn’t be here, he has to leave, he wasn’t real…

He remembers guiding him through the tunnels and corridors by the hand, leading in front and pulling him along. He was so skinny he weighed nearly nothing, and when he protested and tried to yank away, George was able to keep him in his grip. Which meant that there was something very very wrong with him.

Dream has asked him, over and over, how he’d managed to get in and out, and George has never been able to tell him. He still isn’t able. He truly doesn’t know. All he knows is that he’s made it a habit to always get what he wants. Maybe something in the universe finally bowed to that will.

And in true fashion to tradition, when he got what he wanted, Dream was the one who had to figure out the logistics of their situation. What they were going to eat, where they were going to go. If you heard Dream tell it, you’d think George fainted or something as soon as they could look back over their shoulders and not see Pandora’s Vault any longer. But Dream just doesn’t remember the nitty gritty of it. George remembers holding him close to his chest while the sirens went off for hours, felt like days. They hid like foxes in a hole in the ground.

Dream is paranoid. He’s always been paranoid but it’s worse than ever. It’s not like George can blame him. It’s just different. And ‘different’ is neither bad nor good, but it certainly means ‘not the same.’

George knows he’s changed too. He doesn’t know the exact ways how, or if it’s anything like how Dream has changed, but he knows Dream isn’t the only one who’s different. They’ve been making it work, regardless.

Sometimes he catches Dream staring at him when he thinks he can’t see him, or when he thinks George is asleep. He looks at him with something sick– something so grateful and reverent it’s awful. A new cog in his hero– he’s been well trained by someone else. It makes him angry. Possessive in ways he’s too ashamed to let materialize. He can’t let himself feel good about the way Dream looks at him now.

Dream takes his new fish trap and gets them a pike and a rabbit. Presumably not caught with the fish trap. By the time he comes home, George is at his wits again. The journal helps, notes his fully-awake self writes for his sleepy-self so they’re both on the same page. It was Dream’s idea. They both have one– George isn’t proud of it, but he reads through Dream’s every time he leaves the house.

Today, he reads through Dream’s before he even cracks open his own. Dream writes about his week, the things he’s been eating and when. Sometimes George is blessed to read his own name.

george has been remembering easier lately. i should be waking him up earlier

The guilt from invading Dream’s privacy washes away when he opens his own journal and sees Dream’s annotated his latest entry in green ink. They’re equally in each other’s business, and that makes his day. The entry itself is mortifying, but George would be lying if he said he didn’t secretly wish Dream would read it and answer him.

I don’t know if we’re still together. don’t act like it because if he weirdchamps me again i’ll kill you

^ when did i weirdchamp you?

They eat fish together with nothing to talk about. Dream’s been doing better, too. With touch and being less… like he’s always in a crisis. They’re sleeping in the same bed again. Dream preferred the floor for a long time.

In the middle of the night George wakes slightly to the feeling of kisses being planted to the back of his neck, down his spine and over his shoulders. Dream pulls aside his shirt to reach his skin and everything. George smiles where he can’t see.

Since it’s winter, they don’t have a lot of vegetables. Sometimes Dream brings back a pumpkin from god knows where– George suspects Techno, but it’s not like Dream tells him anything. They have some berry bushes in the backyard, good for juice and pie.

Dream says he finds peace in hunting. George can’t imagine how, but he goes with him sometimes and it seems to be true. Maybe it’s easier for him to focus his thoughts. George isn’t sure. George is just a half-functioning damsel, after all. He’s useful for skill shots and skinning the rabbits, at least. It’s hard sometimes, sitting around and letting Dream do everything.

It’s how it used to be, but… well, it’s just different now. George frequently finds himself out of character. He wants to be useful– it seems like Dream has grown a love for useful things. He wants to be in that category. He wants to be all the things Dream loves and deems important. If only he’d let him in whatever hell he’s thrown himself into.

“I love you,” Dream says one night, in the hallowed hall they call their bedroom. Where the deepest secrets are confessed. It takes George by surprise, lungs and heart still racing. He’s not quite all-there after fooling around for so long. He blinks, processing the joy, the accomplishment– but also the exhaustion. He turns his head to look at Dream, hair messy, like gold threads on the pillows. “I’m sorry.”

“Why would you be sorry for that?”

He shrugs hopelessly. “I just think it puts you in a bad spot.”

“Ugh, I don’t care.” George rolls into his chest. It’s all too cold without him. “I want to be there. In the bad spot.”

An arm comes to wrap around his back and hold him close. A soft kiss is planted to his bruised mouth, already sore and bit from kissing all night. George is quickly becoming too sleepy to stay awake. Maybe Dream knows that, maybe he can feel the magic in the air when George starts to slip away. He presses his cold, cold hand to Dream’s heart. He wishes he could pull it out and keep it safe. Keep him.

“I wish you knew what was good for you.”

“I don’t have to. That’s your job.” George mumbles against his lips. Dream doesn’t kiss him again, lowering his head to let him rest. “I know what’s good for you.”

“Do you really think that?”

“I know that.”

As time passes and the worst of winter is over, George can’t help but pray for the frost to stay. In Dream’s journal, he writes about the steps he’ll take when he goes back home. He still calls it home. George’s eyes sting with tears as he closes it and tucks it away.

At dinner, George doesn’t sit. Dream doesn’t sit either, despite food already plated for him. He knows what it’s about.

“Are you really going to leave again?”

“...yes. When summer comes.”

George leans back against the counter. “Are you going to come back?”

“I want you to stay here. It’s, safe here.”

“But you won’t come back?”

Dream looks stressed almost instantly. George can’t bring himself to feel bad. His heart is too close to breaking, even though Dream never promised him anything, so it really isn’t fair to him.

“I won’t promise you anything. For your sake,” Dream runs a hand through his hair, and George scoffs, “But I want to come back. Until this is all over. And– and when it’s over, we can be together all the time!”

“Is that what you want?”

“Isn’t that what you want?”

George’s crossed arms fall to his sides. His mind is full of cotton. He pronounces his words emphatically. “I want to be what you want. If you’ll only come see me out of– pity, then don’t bother.”

“That’s not what I said,”

“You’re barely saying anything! Do you not feel like you owe me anything? I don’t– I won’t ask for a lot, I just, I just thought–”

“Okay, okay, George, please, just listen to me.” Dream is in his space now, which is unusual. It makes his spikes lower. Dream is trying. “I’ll– I’ll come see you. I promise.”

And there’s that look again. The one where his eyes train on George, hyper focused on his expression and body language. The one that feels like all the devotion and obedience in his body rise to the surface to prove that they’re still there. It makes his skin crawl.

“I just– I can’t have you involved. I can’t. I got a taste of it months ago and I can’t ever feel that way again.” Dream lowers himself. For a second George thinks he’s going to drop to his knees and the mere thought makes his stomach invert. But Dream’s posture only bends, eye to eye as he pleads with him. “You understand that, right? Please.”

“Dream, stop, I’m not– you’re not–”

In trouble, he wants to say. But as it stands, that isn’t true. Dream is very much in trouble with him. Should he change that? How can he reach inside himself to turn his heart off and talk to him like a normal person? Or should he accept the reverence, should he think it appropriate?

No, he shouldn’t. Because it isn’t his. This isn’t what he trained Dream to do. This isn’t anything like their old rituals. Or maybe it holds remnants, he can recognize some of it, but it’s become corrupted now. It’s not an affection he can accept, because it wasn’t written with him in mind. He’s not Dream’s authority. He may want Dream to obey him, bend to his will, but George knows the subtle differences between love and obedience.

“Dream. It’s okay. I just, I don’t…” He looks to the window, then to the floor, desperately avoiding his eyes. “I don’t want you to act like I don’t exist. Okay. That’s all I want.”

“I love you.” Dream says. “I just want to keep you safe.”

A subtle confession. Abandoning him was all in the name of keeping him safe. George almost laughs. It’s so stereotypically heroic, so self sacrificial. George should have ironed out the heroics in him when they were younger, when he still had the chance.

“We’re not good people.” George looks at him. “I wish you’d stop acting like it. You don’t have to go back. You don’t owe anything to anyone.”

“I owe everything to everyone.”

“And you want me to stay here. You’ll come by when you need a warm body, right?” He says it like it’s a deal he wouldn’t gladly accept.

“I will come by when I can. You know. When it’s safe. And we can do anything you want.”

“Don’t make it sound like– like I’m renting you!”

He steps on one of the hair triggers that rule over Dream’s frustration. George thinks it’s a victory. “How do you want it to sound? I’m really trying here!”

“I want it to sound like you actually want to be with me, you ass.”

“I do!” Dream says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And maybe it is, and George just can’t see it from this angle. “I have responsibilities that aren’t– negotiable.”

George doesn’t understand why he’s fighting this. Maybe he’s scared of what will happen if there’s no one around to wake him. Maybe he’s ambitious enough to think he can haggle a better deal. The strength it takes to fight with Dream is quickly leaving him. It’s a great arrangement. More than he could ask for just half a year ago. Something he clawed through obsidian to obtain.

He’s seen the leash prison put on him. He’s held it, even. Pulled on it, led Dream around with it. George has decided he doesn’t want it.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and it takes the words out of Dream’s mouth, whatever he was going to say. “You have no idea what it was like to be without you. I can’t do it again.”

“I promise–”

“I trust you.” George’s eyes are furrowed and serious. “But I can’t wait until it’s all over.”

If he can’t make Dream see how futile this all is, then it’s something he’ll have to discover himself. But George won’t wait another two years for it to happen.

It’s the spring after their winter together, and George hasn’t seen Dream in two months. He knows because he’s been tallying it in his journal, which has seen an uptick in use without a roommate.

Techno visited, once. Gave him supplies. They must be closer than they thought, George somewhere on the fringes of the tundra where the four seasons are allowed to exist– watered down as they are. It pissed him off more than it should have– of course Dream would send someone else before he came to do it himself.

Maybe he’s making a name for himself again. Maybe he’s in hot water and can’t come, or he’ll be followed. It’s not like George gets a lot of news out here. He’s slept through days straight, he’s sure of it.

He’s pouting at the ceiling, in the middle of some pessimistic bratty rant about his life when he hears that stupid knock Dream does on everything. It knocks the gloom straight out of his chest. He races down the stairs, everything in the world leagues and bounds less important than opening the door.

Dream stands in his mask, a light smattering of snow on his hood and cloak. George reaches to pull him in by the neck before Dream can even get a word out. A promise kept. He’s halfway through pulling his mask off when George jumps up to hug him. The force of it makes them both wobble.

“Are you real?” George asks in his shoulder. He almost doesn’t believe it. An armored hand rubs his back.

“Yeah,” Dream’s voice rumbles in his chest, vibrations sending through George’s bones. It’s his new favorite feeling.

George pulls away. He interrupted the de-masking process, so half his face is still covered. It looks stupid. It’s George’s new favorite thing.

George couldn’t care less about the gift. It's nice, and he'll use it every day, but all joys are overshadowed by the presence of the man in his home– even if covered in dirt and scorch marks as he is. If he could choose any gift, he’d wanted a burner comm that he would be allowed to message him from, but the quilt is nice. George leaves it folded on the kitchen table, all pleasantries said and done with. Yes, he loves it, it’s beautiful, I love the color green.

He pushes himself up to kiss him. He tastes like gunpowder and blood. It’s George’s new favorite taste.

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luveline · 1 year ago

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hi love. if you’re taking any requests could i request rockstar!sirius, or sirius in general, like the start of the relationship when everything is cute funny but they're still not a Couple

rockstar!sirius takes you on a date ♡ fem, 1.2k

“If you're here to antagonise me, you can just go home, Sirius,” you warn.

Sirius Black gives you a dastardly grin, sliding into the seat across from you in a cloud of expensive cologne and hairspray. You're ashamed to say he smells nice, if a little sharp.

“Hair explosion?” you ask.

“You're very, very cruel to me, angel. I shouldn't call you that.” The toe of his converse hits yours. He leans forward, covering the pages of your novel with a hand adorned in silver jewellery. “It's no longer accurate.”

“So mean,” you sigh, imbuing it with as much gutted patheticness as possible.

“Hey, I'm kidding.” He pushed his foot between yours. “How long have you been here? Did you wait long?”

You close your book, put it flat out of reach, and fix him with a genuine smile. “No, not long.”

Sirius leans over to kiss your cheek. You'll feel it for the next half an hour, a tingling, crescent moon of contact. “Well, good. Should we go and order? Know what you want?” He shakes his head. “I know what you want. Stay here.”

He pops up and away as quick as he'd arrived. You panic. Cool and collected you may have seemed, but internally you're a storm of nerves, hands shaking ever so slightly as you take the compact mirror from your pocket and check over your features. You're worried you look like you've tried as hard as you have, all your complicated skincare and makeup, sheer shimmers and invisible concealer.

Sirius met you without a lick of makeup and he still acted like you were the best thing since sliced bread. You remember it all in vivid detail, the way he'd looked at you, the double-take, the subsequent flirting. Sirius doesn't neg, but it was hard at first to know if he was being real with you. And what, he'd drawled, unblinking, dark lashes and kohl rings emphasised by his stillness, is a thing like you doing in a place like this?

Thing? you'd asked softly, confused and intimidated by his attention. You'd recognised him immediately.

Girl, he'd corrected himself. Then, with a strange smile, Angel. You're an angel, huh? Must be.

It wasn't some world-bending line but it didn't need to be, his demeanour did the hard work for him. And his appearance didn't hurt.

Even now as he walks back towards you, your heart skips a quick beat. He looks more casual than he has the last few times he's seen you, a leather jacket swapped for ragged black denim, and tight pants replaced with jeans that hug his thighs. You can't believe a thing like him would ever be interested in you, but he most assuredly is.

“Here,” he says, putting a drink down in front of you, and again leaning down to kiss your other cheek. “You look so pretty.” He says it like it’s nothing, doesn't cost him a thing, not a shred of doubt nor bravery. Then he adds, “You're fucking perfect. Can't believe you walk around like this for free.”

“Stop it,” you say with a laugh, pushing him away. You can't bring yourself to be mean about it. Sirius hasn't ever been mean to you, not once, despite the things people have told you since you met. Be careful with that one. Guys like him want one thing.

After three dates and two evenings spent watching films together on his ragtag sofa (and enjoying the laziest, softest kisses a girl may ever have been given), you've yet to find out what he wants. To adore you, apparently.

He runs his pinky down your cheek and under your chin. “Can I kiss you?” he asks.

You lift your chin invitingly.

Sirius laughs into your lips, suddenly kissing you, close and heavy-handed. You rise off of your seat to meet him, only an inch or so but enough to pull a deep sound from the back of his throat. You've never been kissed like this; his hand is steady on your cheek, reluctant to let you go, and he presses down hard with his lips. Nearly too much, never quite there. He rounds it out with a softer one and pulls back to gaze at you fondly.

“I missed you,” he says, sneaking back in to kiss the slight curve of your laugh line. “Not cool, this whole sleeping at your own flat business.”

He isn't your boyfriend, yet. Hasn't asked. So he isn't staying at yours nor you at his. But he has to ask soon, right? Who kisses people like that without intentions of some sort of commitment?

Rockstars, your brain supplies cruelly. Infamous players.

“Well, where else would I be staying?” you ask as he sits back in his seat.

“Good question, beautiful.” He ignores it, anyhow. “I've ordered a few too many things. Don't be mad.”

“I won't be.” You take your purse from your coat. “So long as it doesn't cost more than sixty two pounds and eight p, that is.”

“Shut up, as if you're paying. You're fucking childish–”

“You're childish, I'm trying to keep things fair and you won't let me!”

“Quite right. Look at the state of you,” he says, eyes roving across your face pleasantly, “you think you deserve to pay for dinner? No. I asked you, and I've ordered, and it'll cost a bit more than what you have anyways.” He drops the act just enough to see a sliver of doubt. “Please, let me take care of it. I want to buy you dinner, sweetheart. It's the least I want to do for you.”

You look at him through your lashes, face angled down at the ebony wooden table. “Yeah, alright. I don't mind.”

“Good, because you didn't really have a choice. How can I expect you to say yes if I don't pay for dinner first?”

“Say yes to what?” you ask, frowning gently. He's confused you.

Sirius offers both hands across the table. You place yours softly in his, letting him brush the pads of his thumbs against your knuckles.

“To being official,” he says, a hopeful smile playing on his lovely mouth. “What do you think? Is it too soon to ask?”

You shake your head minutely.

He drops his head a little, meeting your eyes. “Do you want to be together?”

“I'll be your girlfriend?” you confirm.

“Do you want to be?” His lips part but he doesn't add anything more, though he might want to. You understand that vulnerability won't be instantaneous between you both. You can wait. If this is even a hint of the man he is, you want to be together more than anything.

You nod, forcing your smile into a line that soon wobbles.

He leans across the table for another kiss. This one chaste. Perfect.

“Thank you,” he says. When he sits back, he's practically glowing with smugness. “Fuck. I thought that would be harder.”

“I can make it worse for you if you want to ask me again."

“Would you? Let's take it from the top, angel. I didn't suffer half as much as I should've.”

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lunarlando · 6 months ago

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Hi I just saw ur girl dad lando requests r open and ran over bc I'm obsessed with dad lando too and there's simply not enough fics on it unfortunately.

Anyway my fic/blurb idea is fluffy and slightly angsty? so lando and fem!wife!reader's daughters r in their teens and and they're used to reader (their mum) typically being the "bad cop" and lando being the "fun parent" who will spoil them and can never say no to them when reader does. One day readers tired of her teens hating her for being the mean one so they decide to switch roles and the girls r rlly confused and angry at lando and start being nice to reader who's enjoying watching lando take her place for once. Maybe the girls ask to go out to a party or ask for new phones or smth u can decide. Ignore my request if it doesn't seem interesting 😭 and have a grt day byee xx

thank you for the request! a few other grid kids make an appearance, hope that's okay! and lando is such a fun dad type guy you're so right x

feel free to request more :)

Having teenage girls was not an easy feat.

You were warned of the terrible twos and gotten through them twice with your sanity intact, but nobody had ever warned you about teenagers. You suspect it should’ve been a given, but when you thought about having teenagers you always saw yourself as the type of mum who your daughters would feel close to.

Now that you’re the mum of a sixteen and seventeen year old, you find yourself becoming the opposite. You’ve turned into the bad cop between Lando and yourself. He’s the fun parent, you’re the party pooper. He spoils Estelle and Delilah because he can, because he loves his girls more than life itself, and you’re stuck reining in his gift giving because you don’t want them to become accustomed to always getting what they want when they want no matter the cost.

Even when you put your foot down on some of their more extravagant requests, Lando finds a way around it.

Part of the reason Lando spoils them so much is because he was still racing in Formula One when both of them were born and while they were growing up, so he’d miss things sometimes. He tried his hardest not to miss bigger events like their birthdays and holidays, but other stuff like their school recitals, sports games—he did the best he could, but a lot of the time it just never aligned with his busy schedule.

Now that he’d taken a step back from being in the seat of a car for the past three years, he was trying to make up for lost time.

“I feel like the girls think I’m a hardass,” you sigh as you’re getting ready for bed one night. Lando is brushing his teeth, but he sticks his head out of the bathroom at your words, frowning at you with the brush still in his mouth. “Do you think they hate me?”

“You’re their mum, they don’t hate you,” he replies through toothpaste bubbles, wrinkling his nose at you. “All you’ve done their whole lives is take care of them. How could they hate you?”

“Because I’m their mum,” you say pointedly. Lando cocks his head, like he doesn’t understand what you’re saying. “Mums and daughters are different from mums and sons. Trust me.”

“Okay, fair. But I don’t think you’re a hardass. You’re just…firm with them, is all.”

You snort unattractively, looking at him pointedly. “Yeah, I have to be, mister take my credit card, buy whatever you want.” Lando hums thoughtfully, disappearing back into the bathroom to finish washing up before reappearing and padding over to his side of the bed. “I love that you want them to have everything they could ever dream of, and I say this with nothing but even more love, but you’re not the best when it comes to saying no to the girls.”

“I know. I just…I hate it when they look so disappointed and sad.”

“And you think I do? I don’t want to be the bad cop, but someone has to,” you grumble, setting aside your book. Lando snuggles up close to you, propping his chin on your shoulder. “You should try it.”

“Ha, that’s funny.”

“No, I’m serious, Lan. Tomorrow, we switch roles. You’ll be me and I’ll be you, and then you’ll understand,” you propose, smiling at him in that way you know he won’t be able to resist. All these years and you’ve still got your husband wrapped around your finger.

“That doesn’t sound like a good time.”

“Oh, it won’t be. Not for you, at least. But we’re a team, aren’t we?”

“I hate it when you’re right.”

—

Fortunately for Lando, things at the Norris household don’t get interesting until nighttime the following day.

“Hey Mum, we’re going out tonight. Just wanted to let you know since we might be out after curfew,” Estelle says absentmindedly, not looking up from her phone. Beside her, Delilah giggles quietly, ever her older sister’s follower. You want to tell them no—their curfew is late enough as it is and they’ve got school tomorrow—but you refrain. It’s Lando’s turn to be the bad cop.

“Sure, I don’t see why not. Ask your father first though,” you reply instead. From the couch where he’s watching some rerun of an old grand prix, Lando straightens at the mention of his name, twisting around to look at you with wide eyes. You raise a brow, tilting your head at the two girls who’ve turned their attention on their dad. “Go on, he’s listening.”

They share a confused look with each other, but you can see the gears turning in their quick teenage brains. If mum said yes, dad would definitely say yes. Easy.

Or so they think.

Delilah bounces over to sit on the couch next to Lando, smiling at him widely. “Hi daddy! Can we go to a party tonight?”

Now Estelle’s sitting on his other side, bringing out the same patented charming Norris grin. “Well, it’s not really a party. More like a few friends hanging out. Super laid back.”

“Uh huh. Gonna need some more details, lovebugs,” Lando hums, flashing their same smile right back at them. There’s no use in trying to play the guy who invented the game. “Who’s gonna be there, where it is. You wouldn’t want your mum and I to worry, would you?”

“Um…” Delilah balks. She probably wasn’t expecting him to ask so many questions. He usually doesn’t, just says yes because he can’t bring himself to say no to them.

Estelle cuts in before her sister can potentially dig them into an inescapable hole. “Adrien’s going, Clara and Maeve will be there too, and Teo.”

Adrien and Teo—Charles’ and Carlos’ sons, respectively, and Clara and Maeve—Oscar’s twin daughters. You know that she knows the two of you trust your friends, so name dropping their kids would give them a fighting chance. She’s smart like that. You’d admire it more if her intellect wasn’t aimed at sweet talking her parents.

Lando sneaks another panicked glance back at you, and you shake your head slightly. That solidifies his resolve, because as much as he doesn’t want to disappoint them, you have an agreement, and a deal’s a deal. “Sorry girls, it’s gonna be a no. We’re all staying in tonight.”

“What?”

“Let’s do something as a family, yeah? Game night? Or you can do some laps on the sim, I know how much you like that,” Lando offers up, as if enticing them with sim racing would soften the blow of their dad’s first no.

“Seriously? But dad, it’s not a party! We’re just gonna watch a movie or something!” Estelle exclaims, crossing her arms over her chest.

The girls share another look with each other, this one more irritated than confused. Lando just tries his best to stay firm looking. You, on the other hand, watch the whole thing play out from where you are, fighting to hide a smile, because now he knows how you feel all the damn time. It shouldn’t please you, but as someone who’s been taking the brunt of their teenage-ness for a while now, it brings you just a smidge of joy.

“That doesn’t change things, unfortunately. You two will be staying here with your dear old parents, and that’s it.”

“That’s so unfair though!” Estelle huffs, rolling her eyes.

Lando cocks his head at her, brows raised in challenge. “I’d watch the attitude if I were you, Stell.”

Delilah switches her tactic to try and salvage things, coming over to where you’re still chopping vegetables at the kitchen counter. Out of the two of them, your youngest knows exactly where her mum’s soft spot lies. “Mum? We just want to hang out with our friends. Please?”

“You heard your dad, girls,” you say, shrugging. “If he says no, it’s no. Sorry.”

They disappear down the corridor grumbling to each other rather quickly after that, no doubt already texting their friends about how awful their dad is. It almost makes you laugh, because for once, you’re not the one they’re mad at. Lando trudges over to you, pressing himself against your back in a rather dejected hug.

“Doesn’t feel great, does it?”

“Is this what it feels like to be you?” he groans. You can feel him frowning against your neck and you chuckle, running your fingers through his curls affectionately. “We’re setting some more ground rules, effectively immediately.”

“Like what, don’t be mean to your mum? They’re teenagers, Lan. It’s what they do.”

“I was never like this.” That draws quite a laugh from you. “What?”

“So if I call your parents and ask them if you were ever a little shit when you were younger, they’d say no?”

“...Don’t call them.”

“That’s what I thought.” You kiss his cheek gratefully still. “We balance each other out well, I’d say. I don’t mind being the bad cop sometimes, but you can’t just be a fun dad all the time.”

“But it’s so fun being a fun dad,” he whines, but you know he understands. “I don’t have to feel like this.”

“You’ll get over it, darling. They will too, and we’ll be back to the same old thing tomorrow.”

“I love you, bad cop.”

“Love you more, fun dad.”

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #dad!lando norris x reader #dad!lando norris x fem!reader #dad!lando norris x wife!reader #ln4 x reader #lando norris flangst #lando thoughts 💭

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asvterias · 8 months ago

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟣: 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾, 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖠𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗒

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𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾: 𝖤𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝟣

Born from the same father but different mothers, your sibling bond with Percy was unbreakable, certainly unconditional. Your mothers were very close, growing up as best friends from when they were teenagers, accomplishing every achievement together for the sake of you and Percy’s life.

Of course, your moms fell in love, hosting a small spring wedding when you were 10 and Percy was 6 years old.

‘Look…. I didn’t want to be a half-blood. Being a half-blood is dangerous, it’s scary. Most of the time it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. If you think you might be one of us, my advice is to turn away while you still can because once they know who you are, they’ll sense it too and they’ll come for you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

‘My name is Y/N Jackson-Matthews, I’m sixteen years old. Am I a troubled kid? Depends on which context you put this in.’

‘To my parents, I’m the easy and less rebellious child, never causing fights unless provoked, maintaining good school grades, and protecting my brother from trouble. I didn’t mind any of it, rather enjoying being the protector of the family. It makes me visible and seen as an equal to my other family members. Don’t get my parents wrong, they love and care for me very much, but I always felt invisible, blending into the sidelines, due to my shy nature. Luckily, I’m still growing out of that mindset and managing to be an outspoken girl and not a pushover.’

‘So what happens when the protector is unable to protect? Do they give up instant hope and cower in shame? Or do they fight back, willingly seeking a second chance to redeem themselves? The answer to this question is unclear. Whether you make a change or just bystand like others?

With everything going on, from the upbringing of your heritage, both of your mothers went through thick and thin. Developing from friends into lovers hardly changed anything, presumably their love maintained massively for themselves and shared children. A loving family of four was maintained by dark secrets that cost lives.

After many years of moving from states because of unexplainable sightings you and Percy witnessed in confusion and never properly settling down in schools, Yancy Academy was persistent. You and Percy managed a full school semester at Yancy, and your parents were proud of it.

Everything was going well, Percy finally found a friend, Grover Underwood, the boy was a little peculiar but his personality was a sweet innocent one. Yes, you didn’t have any friends but you were fine with it, half of your schoolmates weren’t even worth the time. So, you just hung out with Grover and Percy, defending them against bullies, particularly a redhead named Nancy Bobofit, who was your classmate.

Despite the girl bullying your younger brothers, she never bothered you to the extent she did with others. You shared most of your classes with her, due to being assigned to AP Classes because of your academic gift. Perhaps, maybe she’s always flustered by your mere presence, her rosy cheeks, giving her true feelings away. Even when it’s with a single glance from you, the redhead girl would duck her head and turn the small smile she had on, plastering it with a hardened frown.

‘Until the day that changed, too…until the day one of them decided to come for me and my brother too. My family’s fate will all be in my hands. And maybe I wasn’t prepared for it, nobody was prepared for it. I’m a protector and nothing we hate worse is an unprepared attack.

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Yancy Academy hosted a field trip to the Met Museum about Greek Gods for History Week. Standing beside your younger brothers, Grover and Percy, observing about the many Greek God statues on display while Mr. Brunner briefly discussed Greek History.

Keeping a clipboard in your hand with a worksheet attached to it and you fidgeted with the pen in your other hand. You couldn’t concentrate on anything.

“What you see here, they are not fictions. They are not fantasies. What you see here are the truest and deepest parts of yourselves. Friends…the gods, the monsters, the heroes, you see here in this room are reminders of what we are capable of.” Mr. Brunner explained to the students.

You released a tired sigh, throwing your head slightly back as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes and leave to buy snacks.

Greek Mythology wasn’t your favorite thing to learn about but surprisingly your brother, it’s the only subject he wholeheartedly admires.

“Now, on your worksheets, I want you to choose one of the subjects you see here and describe it. Not just how it looks but how it makes you feel. Hmm…okay, c’mon.” Your History teacher claps twice, urging everyone to disperse and start the assignment.

You blinked down at the clipboard holding your assignment, trying to read the instructions. Your vision goes blurry as you squint your eyes, not believing the sight. Were you seeing things now? Since when do words start to rearrange themselves on paper? That whole ordeal caused even more confusion and an even further increasing headache.

Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder which brings you back to reality as you turn around to face the person. You shake your head, realizing you are in a public place and daydreaming again.

“Hey, Matthews,” Nancy smirks.

“Hey, Bobofit.” Your eyes slanted at the girl’s presence, wondering why the sudden intrusion.

“I was wondering if you had another pen that I could borrow. I seem to have lost mine,”

You nodded with a small smile, about to grab the extra pen from your sweater pocket before your brother joined in the conversation.

“Isn’t that the pen behind your ear?” Percy points out.

You raised your head and scanned the girl’s face as her red hair made it harder to decipher the pen. Nancy’s face flushed in embarrassment as her eyes widened at the blonde’s attempt at humiliation. The redhead absolutely hated that he succeeded in embarrassing her, and in front of you, too. Finally, you spotted the well-hidden pen, observing the writing utensil, safely tucked behind the bridge of her ear.

“Oh yeah, you do have a pen. You don’t need mine.”

Your brother smiles in satisfaction at Nancy’s embarrassment and your cluelessness in the entire situation.

“Yeah, so can you get lost now?” Percy says with a disdained face.

Nancy glares and scoffs at your blonde brother before turning her attention back to you with a half smile. “See you later, Y/N,” she waved with a flirty tone.

You nodded, watching the redhead saunter off to her friend group once again.

“I still don’t get why you even interact with her,” Percy exhales.

“Trust me, I don’t know myself.” You answer him, “Maybe, I want to kill her with kindness,” You joked with a dry tone.

“My sister is always the jester,” Percy rolls his eyes.

“Shut up, doofus,” You shove him. “Let’s hurry up and finish this worksheet so we can buy snacks, I’m starving.”

“I swear you think through your stomach,”

“Whatever, Perseus.”

You two chuckle to yourselves as you both look up at the statue in front of you. It was Perseus, standing victoriously while holding the decapitated head of Medusa.

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“What do you see?”

The whole scenery changed, and instead of the museum being crowded it was empty, just the family of four. You, Percy, your mom, Jessica, and your mother, Sally. However, your ages also regressed there too, you were 10 and Percy was 6 as you all stood before the statue. It was a past memory.

“Perseus…that’s me.” A six-year-old Percy answered his mom.

“Mm-hmm, that’s who you’re named after.”

“Is that why you named me after him? Because he was a hero?”

“What makes you think he was a hero?”

“Because he kills monsters.”

“And what makes you think that she was a monster?”

“Mom…”

“Not everyone who looks like a hero is a hero, and not everyone who looks like a monster is a monster.” Your mom, Jessica continues with the conversation.

“This Greek talk is sooo boring,” You mumbled to yourself.

“I named you after him because when he was a very little boy he and his mother were placed in a wooden chest and cast out into the sea by a very angry king.”

Your mom looked at her two children as she spoke, “All alone, afraid, and at night, his mother would whisper in his ear; “Hold fast Perseus. Brave the storm that was made to break us for we are unbreakable as long as we have each other.”

“And against all odds, he managed his way to find a happy ending,” Sally concludes.

You and your mom shared a glance of boredom as she grabbed your hand, sneakily walking away from your brother and mother. You two left the museum and headed towards the food stand outside, ordering two medium-sized pretzels.

“We got pretzels,” You cheered, chewing on the pretzel in your hand as you skipped back inside the museum with your mom.

“And you didn’t bring me any!” Percy yelled in astonishment.

“Why yes, of course, because you and mother were boring me and mom about all this Greek mythology.”

“It’s not my fault your attention span is so short!”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk, Perseus!”

“Just shut up, Y/N/N.”

Before you two could argue again, your mom hit your arm, silencing any of your upcoming words, and replacing it with a hurried yell. Soothing your arm in pain as the impact still subsided, and you pouted at your mom.

“In public places, we use our inside voices, remember.” Sally gently reprimands her two children.

“But—“

Her warning tone was to be carefully treaded with. “Y/N…”

“Why didn’t Percy get hit too?”

“Don’t take that tone with your mother, missy,” Your mom lectures you with a firm stare. “Don’t make me get the belt.”

Neither of your parents were wearing belts and you wondered where she was gonna find one. For once, you decided to keep your smart mouth shut and avoid the consequences this time.

“Fine, we’ll be even.” Sally sighs, briefly hitting Percy’s arm harshly, wincing when his eyes start to water.

“Sorry, mom.” You held your head down in shame and bashfully took another bite of your pretzel.

He cries and you walk over to him, rubbing his back with your free hand, attempting to comfort him. Soon enough, you soothed and wiped his tears away and gave him a huge bear hug.

“Don’t cry, brother. I’ll keep you safe from our mothers.”

He sniffles at you, still staying silent, reciprocating the hug back and not budging.

Pulling away from the bear hug, you grinned softly at the young blonde. “We’ll share my pretzel if you like.” You shoved the half-eaten pretzel into your brother’s face.

Percy wipes his remaining tears away, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he reaches for the desert.

You smiled at your generosity and so did your parents at your kindness shown towards your younger brother. They loved seeing you two get along, too bad that wholesome moment quickly diminished as you began to shout again.

“Not a big piece, you hoarder!”

“How about we get you two separate pretzels?” Sally bargained with an unsure shrug and her wife, Jessica stared at her in disbelief.

“We’re not getting them separate pretzels.” Your mom, Jessica, shakes her head.

“Why not?”

“Can’t you tell, Percy, we’re broke?”

“How broke are we?”

“We’re not broke.”

The family of four started to leave the museum as you walked hand in hand with Percy as he munched on the remainder of your pretzel. You weren’t going to fight him about it because you were getting another one.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sweetie, I’m sure.”

“You’re not very convincing, mom.” You skipped to the pretzel stand with Percy by your side.

Sally smiles down at you. “Y/N takes after you,”

“Oh, please, no she does not.” Your mom scoffs in disagreement.

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“Mom!” Percy yells out and he breaks his pencil in the process, startling some nearby students.

You glance at your brother in confusion, seeing he’s finally out of his trance state, returning to the harsh reality.

“I’m right here, sweetie,” Percy searched for the voice and internally shrank upon the actual voice of the person. It was Nancy, who was just publicly humiliating him in front of everybody. “Mommy’s here!” She fakely cooed, drawing out some laughs from her friends and others.

You glared at the redhead, smirking to yourself when she backed down and turned away from you two.

“Just ignore her.”

“Well, it’s getting quite hard not to. She’s like a pest, a human-sized annoying pest that you can’t get rid of.”

“Mr. Jackson and Ms. Matthews, you two will learn to control yourself, do you understand me?” You wince at the sudden harshness of Mrs. Dodds’ tone.

“Us?” Percy asked in shock, pointing to the group of girls, ready to defend himself.

“Listen here, lady, we didn’t do anything wrong—“

Mrs. Dodd sharply cut your statements off. “Do you understand me?”

“He can’t help it, Mrs. Dodds. Percy’s special.” Nancy wanted to be desperately involved. Oh, she’s definitely going to get what’s coming for her.

“I will fight you in front of everyone here and show you who’s really special.” You start to walk closer to the posse of girls but a strict voice halts your actions.

“That’s enough!” Mr. Brunner rolls over on his wheelchair to the two of you, “Pay them no mind. When you’re ready to hear what the gods have in store for you, they’ll tell you. I believe in you, in the both of you.”

“Thanks for the unnecessary inspiration, I guess,” You shrugged.

Mr. Brunner pulls two black pens from his suit, “And I believe you two will be needing this.”

Immediately, Percy accepts the pen from his teacher but you aren’t easily impressed or gullible by a basic pen.

“No, thanks, I already have an extra pen.”

“Take the pen, Ms. Matthews.” His demeanor was serious as you gulped, taking the pen out of his hand.

“It’s a pen, though.” You spoke dumbfounded, looking at the pen skeptically.

“Why, yes, Y/N, it is a pen,” Mr. Brunner nodded in agreement. Was he being sarcastic with you?

“Do you want us to write something with it for you?”

“Hang on to them. ‘Tis a mighty instrument,”

“It’s just a pen.” You argued. “If you’re that lazy to write, that’s not my problem, Mr. B.”

“Good day, Y/N.” He rolled away in his wheelchair. “I never knew a girl could have so many questions for a simple thing.” He murmurs to himself.

“What’s so special about this pen?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, observing the simple black ink pen.

“Just let it go, sis.”

“I’m only doing that because lunch is finally here.” You shoved the pen into your sweater pocket.

“All you’re worried about is food.”

“Of course, what else is there to worry about? Food won’t hurt or pretend to love me, food is life.”

“Why do you always do that?”

“What do I always do?”

“Get real depressing when you’re hungry.”

“It’s either a depressing state or a bitchy state, be grateful.”

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The trio sits by the huge water fountain and begins to eat their sandwiches while everyone else is talking and standing around with their friends.

“There are all sorts of schools of thought about what drives that kind of bullying. Childhood trauma, a feeling of inadequacy..” Grover lists off.

“Look I get that Nancy has issues, I’m just getting tired of her taking them out on me.” Percy exhales, “I feel like maybe it’s time we do something about it.”

“You could make an appointment with Mr. Kane.” Grover suggests, “He’s really great at talking to—“

“I was thinking more of shoving Nancy into the nearest dumpster,” Percy confesses with an innocent smile.

“Oh…” Grover raises his eyebrows, “That’s not what I really had intended in mind.”

“I like it, let’s do it.”

“No, no, no, Y/N, Percy, have you two learned nothing?”

“Hey, I do learn stuff, I just forget about the consequences…sometimes.”

“If there’s one thing I know about bullies, is that you should never ever stand up to them,” You frowned at that piece of advice.

“That doesn’t sound right.”

“It isn’t right.” You piped up. “That’s a stupidass logic, Grover, you’ll just give them more power than they actually need. The only way to stand up to them is to fight, make them scared of you after you beat their ass.”

“Look…I know this place is hard for people like us but we’re not gonna be here forever. There are better places out there.” Grover reassures his best friend.

A slice of cheese comes hurling your way and it lands on Grover’s face, echoing a smacking sound.

“Oops…” Nancy smirks, balling up the piece of garbage in her hand and walking away.

“Percy….”

You piped up, opening the bag of chips, “Just don’t do anything I wouldn��t do,”

Percy abruptly stands up, frustration consuming his mind, storming over to Nancy and holding his hand out. At first, Nancy stared at him unimpressed with a teasing smile to further anger your brother. Seriously, what was going on with your eyes today?! First, words were disoriented on your paper and now Percy had telekinetically thrown Nancy into the nearby fountain. He did all that within a few feet, possibly two feet away from the redhead girl.

The girl went flying back a few feet in the air, screaming at her sudden height before landing into the fountain. You stare in pure amazement at the sight, laughing slightly at the girl’s hysterics.

How was he able to do that? Did you have that same ability?

“Shit…I would have done the same thing.” You admitted.

“Percy pushed me!” Is the first thing she shouts that causes you to rush over to Percy’s aid.

“What, no I didn’t!” Percy stammers.

There were murmurs and crude looks sent in your brother’s direction but you ignored it.

Judgmental looks were the least of your concerns, moreover, the annoying buzzing sound getting louder. You found the source, furiously shaking in your sweater as you hesitantly pulled the shaking pen out.

“There you are.” A familiar voice rang out, capturing the siblings’ attention. It was Mrs. Dodds’ voice and she was walking menacingly toward you two. The woman still telepathically speaks.

“We’re not fools, Percy Jackson & Y/N Matthews.

“Mrs. Dodds, you okay?”

“It was only a matter of time before we found you two,”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you gripped Percy’s wrist on instinct by your protective nature, pulling him behind you. Both watched as she stalked closer…and it looked like she was transforming into a creature. Slowly but surely, wings started to sprout from her back and her true body revealed itself.

Mrs. Dodds wasn’t even a pretty creature either, yet you only appreciate her color of scales.

“Where is it, half-bloods?” She steps on the stairs of the fountain, “Where is it?” The creature flies above you as the sibling duo stumbles back, fearful of current threats. Too appalled by the sight of everything, Percy held onto your hand tighter as he hid behind you, resting his face in your sweater. As long as he had you by his side, he’d be fine, that’s what his parents said.

‘Protect each other and you’ll be fine. Love and care for each other and you’ll be fine. Don’t ever turn your back on each other, you’re blood siblings and that’s never changing.’

All of a sudden, she plummets down at the two of you with the intent of attacking. Her height is as intimidating as she looks and you internally bite back a gulp. You just hoped she couldn’t smell emotion, and use that to her advantage because your fear was too distinctive right now.

“Hmmm….not you…you can put up a fight,” She glared at you.

Instead of attacking you first, she decided to take Percy, knowing he was too young to understand anything. So she uses her wing to shove you away from your brother, her strength forcing you to separate from the blonde.

“No, Y/N!” Percy yells as you go flying back and crash landing into the hot dog stand truck.

Once you are down, Mrs. Dodds redirects her attention to Percy with a hiss, and the blonde stumbles backward, desperately trying to escape but falls down.

In a second, the monster is on top of him, her clawed fingers briefly skimming over the color of his shirt as she analyzes the terrified boy, “Where is it, half-blood?”

“No,” You whisper, tightening the pen’s grasp, viewing the scared interaction of your brother and that creature.

Hastily getting up from the ground, staring in bewilderment at the transformed gold sword. Huh, guess it was more than an actual pen.

Stabbing the creature in her back, ignoring her first hiss, repeatedly stabbing the monster until it was fully weakened as she eventually began to disintegrate into brown dust.

After the monster dies, you stagger onto the floor, barely sitting down with sense.

“Y/N…” His voice becomes disoriented as your vision changes into a black abyss and everything goes silent.

“Are they dead?” Someone asked.

“Are they okay?”

Managing to open your tired eyes to see a circle around, looking down on you as a groan left your mouth.

“Give them some room, please.”

By the kind demand, some students disappear, mingling back with their friends while Grover stays behind, helping you and Percy off the ground.

“What happened?” Percy breathlessly asked.

You glimpsed over at a drenched Nancy with a towel wrapped around her shoulders, who was glaring daggers at your brother while being comforted by some strange woman.

Turns out, Nancy actually got what she deserved a few minutes later and it was hilarious and shocking at the same time.

“Where’s Mrs. Dodds?”

Percy’s question goes unanswered.

“I didn’t do anything to him.” Nancy exclaims and the woman escorts her away, “He pushed me.”

“Everybody go back to your lunches.” He commands the other students, who still stare and murmur amongst themselves at the sibling duo. “It’s all right Y/N and Percy, just need a moment, that’s all.”

“I didn’t understand, didn’t anyone just see that? Where’s Mrs. Dodds?” You persisted.

At your question, Mr. Brunner and Grover shared a glance.

“Y/N, there’s no one here by that name,”

“Yes, there was. She had white hair in a 1950s hairstyle, wore a trench coat, and totally gave off creeper stalker vibes.

“As I said before, there’s no one here by that name.”

“You sure?” Percy questions.

“I’m quite sure,” Mr. Brunner reaffirms with a tight-lipped smile, “All right, class, let’s move soon. Let’s go, finish your lunches.”

Long story short, all three of you got called into the principal’s office, and heavily questioned because of the earlier incident with Nancy. This talk was definitely not going to be good. By the time you were ready to leave, Grover shocked you with his statement, claiming he saw Percy push Nancy into the fountain.

Observing your brother’s reaction to his best friend’s huge lie, betrayed by the other boy, ultimately thinking he was just like the rest. You gave him a small smile, rubbing his back to reassure him that you were there for him. That’s what you always do, protect and love your younger brother like your life depends on it.

Guess, that’s the end of going to this school, you and Percy are going home! Might as while call your parents and inform them of your early visitation.

Sitting on a bench with your belongings beside you, Percy looks gloomy, probably still portraying Grover’s betrayal in his mind. He seemed to be out of it and you didn’t bother him either. This was his time to reflect on everything that happened so far.

“None of this is easy,” Mr. Brunner strolled in, “Not for you two, not for any of us. I’m very concerned about you two, I saw what happened at the museum.”

“I didn’t touch Nancy.” Percy’s self-reassurance started to sound like a plea. He just wished for Mr. Brunner to believe him, because it seemed like no one was on his side, except for you.

“I know you didn’t. At least, I know you think you didn’t.”

“Listen here, Mr. B, I saw what happened too and my brother’s telling the truth.”

“Do you want to tell me what you think happened? You can tell me. I might just understand.”

“You wanna bet?” Percy tilts his head.

“Percy…Y/N,” He lowly chuckles, “I’ve seen a lot of young people go through this sort of thing in my time, but of all of them, I suspect that…you might have the most difficult journey.”

“Oh, because that puts us at such ease,”

“It was not meant to put you at ease,” Mr. Brunner recorrects you. “I suspect that you two are special. So much more so than you know.”

“Just…stop.” The blonde boy heavily sighs. “Okay, I don’t need any more stories about how special me and my sister don’t realize we are. They aren’t helping in the slightest.”

“And I’m pretty sure I’m dyslexic,” You interrupted. “If that counts as special.”

“Ms. Matthews, you’re special but not in the way you assume.” Mr. Brunner implies.

“How is that relevant?”

“It’s not, I just wanted to feel included.”

“Of course, you do.”

A green, vintage two-seater truck pulls up, signaling your departure for returning home.

“This is our ride, we’re going home.” You spoke to the History teacher, “Get your bags, Percy, let’s go.”

Percy nods at the teacher before retrieving his bags and following into the Yancy Academy truck alongside you. Once you two were settled in the vehicle, the driver revived his engine and pulled out of the driveway.

Goodbye, Yancy Academy, you were decent while it lasted.

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