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whimsyfinny · 9 months ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: BIG SMUT - fingering, PinV, essentially just a chapter of p*rn

Chapter Word Count: 2997

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A/N: basically just a whole chapter of smut. Hope it doesn’t suck ass as it’s 2am an I’ve been trying to proof read for half an hour but fuck knows what I’ve just written. But yeah same as always pls let me know of any errors as I am the only one who proof reads this shit.

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Please read the below first:

Prologue Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 8 pt. 1

Chapter 8 pt. 2

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 9

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, sleep failing to whisk me away. I tossed and turned for several hours; kicking the covers off in frustration before pulling them up to my chin, then kicking them off again before pulling them back up - repeating this horrid cycle until two in the morning. Thoughts kept racing through my mind and I couldn’t get the image of Dean looking at me with those dark lustful eyes out of my head. The way he watched me move around Sam, witnessing how I caressed his younger brother and made him squirm where he sat. I could only dream of what was going through his mind in that moment - of what I hoped he was thinking. Heat prickled my skin and bubbled in the pit of my stomach as I remembered my daydream from earlier; Dean fucking me into his mattress as he held my hips and sought nothing but his own pleasure. A groan left my lips as I threw my covers off and sat up, rubbing my temples in a weak attempt to dismiss my attraction to the obnoxious man wreaking havoc in my mind. I placed my feet on the cold floor and stood up, deciding a glass of cold water was the best remedy for whatever it was that I was feeling. I rubbed my eyes as I padded towards my bedroom door, tugging on the old T-shirt that barely covered my behind. I grasped the handle and opened the door, jumping in surprise at the sight of Dean leaving his room. A startled noise left my lips as I placed a hand on my chest, not expecting to see him standing there.

“Shit, Dean, you scared the crap out of me.” In response Dean mumbled a half hearted apology, taking a step closer to me.

“What are you doing up? It’s late, you should be in bed.”

“What are you, my dad?” I scoffed, not sure how to feel about the reprimanding. He held his hands up in defence, only bowing his head slightly, not saying anything else. I sighed.

“I just can’t sleep; I’ve been tossing and turning for hours but no luck. I was just on my way to get a glass of water.”

“You didn’t think to put any more clothes on?” He asked, and it looked like he was trying desperately not to look me up and down as his eyes wouldn’t leave mine.

“I’m sorry - how many people do you run into at TWO AM? I wasn’t expecting company,” I tugged more on the bottom of my T-shirt, trying harder to cover up what little dignity I had left in front of Dean Winchester. All of a sudden we were stood in total silence, neither of us knowing what to say as we now avoided eye contact and I played with the hem on my shirt. We stayed like this for a few awkward moments before I opened my mouth to say something right as Dean decided to speak.

“I can’t get you out of my head, (Y/n).”

My eyes snapped up to meet his, and there was an almost pained look about his face that was hard to place in the dim lighting. My mouth opened and closed a few times, not knowing what words to pick. Luckily for me, Dean kept talking.

“That shit you pulled earlier - the way you… danced… for Sam - made me genuinely jealous of my own brother. I mean come on, we’ve already done the deed, why didn’t you pick me?”

“Because how would you have known how good I was if you couldn’t see everything?”

He thought for a second before tilting his head and raising his eyebrows in agreement.

“You’ve got me there.”

“I know what I’m doing, Winchester.”

“You sure do sweetheart,” Dean stepped closer to me, closing the already short distance between us with those forest-green eyes not leaving mine. Our chests were almost touching as his gaze started flicking between my eyes and my lips. I watched as his own lips parted and he chewed on his bottom lip as if deep in thought, his eyes growing darker by the second. My heart started to race and the atmosphere turned thick. What was he thinking about? Why did he have to look at me the way he did - like he wanted to devour me - the intensity of his gaze increasing by the second and making me warm both inside and out. Not another thought ran through my mind when my back thumped against my bedroom door and Deans lips descended on my own - hot and hurried. His large arms circled my waist, rough palms caressing every inch of my back, waist and ass like he was searching for the best place to grip onto - to dig his fingers into my soft skin. I pulled on his hair, bringing his face and body closer to mine, wanting to feel every muscled inch of him press against me.

I released one hand from his hair and reached back, fumbling around the door looking for the handle, soon finding it and twisting. The door swung open and we stumbled in, too wrapped up in every fibre of each other to pay much attention to anything else. Dean kicked the door closed, reluctant to release me from his grasp and his lips still on mine as he hastily backed me towards my bed; my knees hitting the mattress and I tumbled down onto my back, pulling him with me. He gripped me with one strong arm and lifted me further up the bed so I was in a more comfortable position - my head now resting on the pillow and my hair fanning around me. His lips were so soft on mine, his stubble occasionally scratching my chin when his lips parted further and his tongue hesitantly skimmed mine. The action was slow, as if he was testing the waters. I couldn’t stop the moan from leaving my lips at the feeling of him in my mouth and the sheer intimacy of the action, wrapping my arms over his shoulders and surrendering my mouth to him. I subconsciously pulled him closer, my knees parting without a second thought and his hips dipped down, allowing me to feel every well-sculpted muscle in his abdomen and thighs - including the hardness growing in those loose pyjama pants. The ever so familiar sensation of my own arousal began brewing like a storm; twisting in the pit of my stomach with excitement and anticipation. Electric jolts shot through me every time he pressed into my most sensitive area, making my legs twitch involuntarily as breathy gasps escaped me. His mouth quickly left mine and trailed down my throat before he sat up, pulling himself from my grasp. His evergreen eyes, black with desire that pierced into mine with white hot lust held my gaze, and I fought to stop my eyes rolling into the back of my head from the way he looked at me. Without missing a beat he pulled his black T-shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, holding himself above me as I let myself admire him - trailing my gaze over every inch of exposed skin, lingering on his tattoo. I reached up and traced my fingers over it, feeling him shiver and groan at my gentle touch, his head dropping into the crook of my neck. With one hand he reached down, those rough fingers delicately slipping into my underwear and circling that sensitive button, making my legs twitch even more than before. He went around and around, tauntingly avoiding contact with it before a desperate whimper slipped from my lips. He smirked like the Devil himself before he finally indulged me, pressing his fingertips expertly to the tender mound, undoing me in a way that I’ve never been undone before. He leaned down as his ministrations continued, pressing soft kisses to my moaning lips. My head tilted back into my pillow as that recognisable feeling in the pit of my stomach began to twist tighter and tighter, my nails digging into Deans shoulders, leaving behind little crescent moon-shaped indents in his skin. My breathing increased and I was right on the edge of bliss when out of nowhere he stopped, the pleasure disappearing in an instant. However before I even had a chance to complain he’d slid two thick fingers inside me with ease, drawing a gasp from my chest. He pumped in and out a few times, teasingly pressing on the hidden cushion of over-sensitive flesh that was hidden deep inside, making me writhe underneath him. It wasn’t hidden to Dean though, no, he knew EXACTLY what he was looking for. Once again this pleasure was short lived as he pulled his fingers out, leaving me cold and empty on the inside. On the outside however I was red hot as I watched the older Winchester stick his fingers in his mouth, circling his tongue around them as he sucked my essence from his digits, not missing a single drop. My heart flipped when he spoke in a low, husky voice.

“Delicious - just like last time.”

Heat spread like wildfire over my cheeks as I blushed furiously, not knowing how to deal with the sexual expertise of this incredibly objectionable man. He placed his hands on my thighs, my knees almost gripping his hips in anticipation.

“Are you ready princess?” He asked, his voice smooth and frustratingly calm, except for his chest rising and falling rapidly with supposedly eager breaths.

“Yes- Dean please-”

In a single beat he pulled himself out of his pants and slid inside me with ease, stretching me as he made every inch disappear. My eyes rolled and my mouth was agape, a pornstar-grade moan unintentionally leaving my lips and making Dean quiver.

“Fuck- (Y/n) don’t squeeze me like that darlin or I won’t last long…” he breathed out, all calmness from his voice now gone.

“I-I’m not doing anything- I swear,” I almost squeak out as he lowers himself over me again, one hand dropping next to my head to support himself as the other gripped my thigh pulling it around him. It was his turn for his eyes to roll.

“Lord have mercy…” he muttered out under his breath, slowly moving his hips, thrusting in and out, in and out, over and over and over again. He was ever so gentle at first, but that soon changed when his own pleasure was there to be chased and gentle thrusting turned to mind-melting pounding. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, his mouth occasionally pressing into the curve of my neck as my lips rested near his ear, my soft moans going straight to his brain. I started to feel sweat pepper his skin, his breathing heavy as his motions became even more rapid and uneven. He was right - he wouldn’t last long. I unwound my arms and placed my palms on his chest and pushed, taking him by surprise. He stopped his pounding and I could feel him flex inside me, bringing a gasp from my lips before I could get my words out. I refocused, his attention on me unwavering.

“Get on your back.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice as he flipped over with ease, pulling out of me for a second and taking my spot on the bed. I flung my leg over him and lowered myself down on him with zero hesitation, hating the cold feeling of emptiness. Deans hands worked on their own as they grabbed the soft flesh on my thighs, his fingers digging in as he groaned in pleasure. His head went back in the pillow, his eyes shut and jaw slack as I started to move, rocking back and forth, his hands softly guiding me. My fingers pushed into his chest as I steadied myself, and he seemed unphased by my weight in his state of ecstasy. I moaned, unable to stop myself from chasing my own pleasure as I looked down at him, loving that I was the one making him lose his mind in bliss. He opened his eyes, lids still hooded as he gazed up, watching me ride him like there was no tomorrow. For a moment his hands left my thighs, reaching up and tugging on the old T-shirt I was wearing.

“Take this shit off,” he growled, helping me discard the item. I lifted it over my head and tossed it to the floor with his garment, dishevelling my hair in the process.

“Better?” I asked, now completely bare to his burning gaze.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, hands sliding up my stomach to caress the underside of my breasts, sliding a thumb over the silky smooth skin as his palms rested on my ribs. I rocked against him harder, feeling my own wetness on my thighs and mixing with my sweat. In this position it was like his cock was in my throat - he felt so deep, so engulfed by me I felt I could never let him go. I’d never felt so full in my life, it was borderline uncomfortable but I couldn’t get enough - it was intoxicating. HE was intoxicating. The smell of leather and gunpowder on his skin, the taste of beer on his lips and the silky smooth scars that dotted his otherwise perfect body was a drug in itself. I don’t even know if I truly hated him. Especially when he was here giving me the best sex of my life. I’d fuck this mans brains out everyday if I could. If he’d let me.

It didn’t take long for my impending climax to appear on the horizon. It bubbled, almost boiling as I rocked harder, faster, more desperately than before, making the bed creak and the headboard knock against the wall. Deans grip on my ass was assisting my motions as I started to lose control over the sounds tumbling from my lips - the name.

Dean.

I could see the desperation seeping into him as his rhythm started faltering, throwing me off for a split second before we found unison again. My nails dug into his chest once more, Dean totally unphased and too overwhelmed with pleasure to even care. My own pleasure turned to Earth shattering ecstasy as the buildup dropped and the cord snapped - wave, after wave, after wave of euphoria crashed around me, making my eyes roll and toes curl; legs trembling either side of Dean as I moaned his name - temporarily forgetting all other words. Clenching around Dean, it sent shockwaves through him that brought him to his own release, his grip painful on my delicate skin as he came undone with my name on his lips. I instantly felt warmth seep down the inside of my thigh, and the thought of being completely filled to the brim by him made my heart flutter. Dean trembled beneath me, both of us slowing down as we came down from our synchronised highs. After a few quiet moments of nothing but heavy breathing, he was the first to speak up.

“Ahh fuck, (Y/n)…. What the fuck was that?” He ran a hand through his hair.

I tilted my head in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“THAT,” he said pausing to catch his breath, looking up at me with eyes as black as coal, “was one of the most intense moments of my life,” he propped himself up onto his elbows so we were now almost eye to eye. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“I hope that’s a good thing?”

“Damn right.”

We stared at each other, clarity returning through the sexual fog, and strangely, regret was nowhere to be found. Deans tongue darted out and wet his lips, and I gnawed on my bottom lip almost nervously. He was still here. Unmoving. Why didn’t he leave?

Why didn’t I WANT him to leave?

We sat in peaceful silence as I stayed on his lap, Dean making no effort to move even though he had started to soften inside me, letting the mess leak out and drip down my thighs and over his hips. I’d have to change the bedsheets before sleeping. Deans eyes were returning to their usual mossy green, his gaze gentle on my figure for the first time since we’d met.

“I should probably get off - let you get back to your room,” I said, my eyes not leaving his, my tone lacking.

“Yeah… I should really let you sleep…” Deans voice was the same as mine. We looked at each other for a few more minutes before we both leaned forwards, Deans fingers threading ever so gently through my hair and I placed my hands on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat thrum beneath my fingertips. His lips were as soft as silk as they pressed on mine - a great contrast to the bruising make out session earlier. He kissed me with a tenderness I didn’t know he could muster, and it made my heart flutter something crazy. His mouth moved on mine, as soft and warm as a summers breeze and I didn’t want it to end. Eventually he pulled away, a smile on his lips.

“Sweetheart you really need to sleep,” his voice held a kindness I’m sure wasn’t for me.

“I…umm…” I paused and looked away, fighting with myself about whether I should even say what’s in my mind. I decided to be bold, fighting the blush rising from deep within.

“Dean, I don’t want you to go…”

He stared at me, and for the first time ever a pink glow adorned his masculine features. He was still. Very still, and I was starting to scold myself for being weird and out of character. It didn’t take much longer for him to reply.

“Well let's get you cleaned up and head to my room - we can sort your sheets out in the morning.”

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kitkatscabinet · 2 years ago

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an eye for an eye, a child for a child

Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Summary: Lost to her rage and grief at the loss of her beloved Lucerys Rhaenyra orders the capture of Aemond's pregnant lady wife. Only to find that maybe the two women could come to understand each other more than she thought possible.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: idk characters and their shitty canon behaviour, birth

A/N: Blood and Cheese didn't kill Jahaerys and Rhaenyra was close with Helaena. First Aemond request baby! keep em coming. This turned into a somewhat of a feminist rant lol

Although the circumstances of your occupation on the island weren't pleasant, you could still admit to yourself that Dragonstone held a beauty you readily admired. Your husband had always described the place as incredibly droll and dreary which you could easily see. But truthfully you found it peaceful, beautiful in a way King's Landing could never be. Even if you were confined to your room with Rhaenyra your only point of contact.

Hopelessly alone, terrified of what the blacks had planned for you, you wondered if what you felt was even a fraction of Lucerys's terror when he had been forced to flee from your husband. Tears burned in the corners of your eyes as one of your hands came to rest upon your protruding belly. Lucerys had been a child, and as a soon-to-be mother yourself a large part of you couldn't begrudge Rhaenyra for taking you in an act of revenge.

The creak indicating the opening of the door to your makeshift prison interrupted your thoughts. Turning you were met with the sight of a haggard-looking Rhaenyra. Her hands were empty, causing you to tilt your head in confusion as you watched her cross the space to sit across from you.

Immediately you noticed the darkened bruise decorating her neck, a mark you had often seen left behind on Aegon's victims as they tearfully tried to scurry out of sight. You didn't speak, waiting for Rhaenyra to start, but you knew she had noticed your sympathetic look. Surprisingly, she didn't say anything, just continued to stare at you with a faraway look in her eyes.

"I know my words will offer you no comfort, but I truly am so sorry for your recent losses. I can't even imagine..." you trailed off, wincing as a sharp glare was thrown your way.

"No you cannot" Rhaenyra's voice is filled with all the fury of a mother that has just lost two children.

"I just... I wanted you to know that through all of this, that you had someone on your side" you replied, struggling to find the correct words to truly convey your meaning.

"My side? Your husband killed my son" she yelled, fists balling so tightly you worried she would draw blood.

"He didn't want to" you hoarsely whispered, "he lost control of Vhagar. He is a boy playing at a war he cannot possibly understand. It's a weak defence and doesn't nearly justify anything but... He lost himself to his rage. A rage that we all let fester for years with no consequence. So while my words mean nothing I still wanted you to know that I am sorry, that Aemond is sorry, even if his stupid Targaryen pride will never let him admit it."

"Sorry doesn't bring back my son!" Rhaenyra's chest was shaking with rage that was waylaid into tears. Slowly you raised yourself from your seat, stepping towards the mourning woman to gently bring her into your arms. To your surprise, she didn't fight your actions, instead snaking her arms around to clutch at your back as she finally allowed herself to sob.

"I never wanted any of this" she admitted against your chest, "I had hoped to find a peaceful solution, but now I fear that will be impossible." Her voice was so small, so fragile that it took you a few seconds to reconcile it with the strong woman you had admired for so long.

"We might still be able to," you said, dropping to your knees and taking her hands in your own. "I want Aegon on the throne as much as you do. Aemond doesn't want him either, and I know you and Helaena care for each other. Hells, Aegon himself doesn't want the throne" you rambled a small spark of hope filling you suddenly.

Seeing Rhaenyra begin to pull away from you, you hurried to try and rectify your position. "He tried to run away you know? Aegon. He was going to escape to Essos but Ser Criston found him first on Otto's orders. Please, reach out to Alicent, you loved her once, that must count for something!"

"How?" is all the Queen manages to choke out at your declaration, grief still colouring her features.

"Because I know Alicent still loves you, loves you the same as you loved her in your youth." Though you loved Aemond now, you had not always done so. And as such, you had spent a great amount of time with the Dowager Queen in the early months of your marriage. While all the men in your lives seemed to be blind fools, you were not.

"It was her father that poisoned her against you. A poison that festered due to her bitterness. The men in our lives could never understand how we feel, but you can. You, Alicent, me. We've all been burdened with the task of womanhood, scorned and dismissed on the whims of men."

"Then why? Why has she been so persistent in my torment, in the torment of my sons. I have sued for peace more times than I can count only to be rebuffed at every turn" she scoffed, pulling her hands from yours as she moved to pace around the small room.

"I can't speak wholly for Alicent's reasons" you admitted, taking a deep breath. "But truthfully, I think she was jealous. She never loved your father. Her father has manipulated and trampled on her for her entire life, her children all ignored by their father. She has given her whole to duty, done what was expected of her whilst you trampled all over yours. I cannot excuse all of her actions, but try to see her point of view. Try for the woman that still loves you very much."

Rhaenyra is silent for some time, but you can see your words have had an effect. When she finally does reply it is with a question that takes you by surprise.

"And you?"

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand the question your Grace" you frowned.

"You counted yourself amongst the women scorned at the hands of men."

"I didn't always love my husband, but Aemond demanded my hand" you admit, the truth tasting incredibly sour on your tongue. "Although I love him dearly now, he sometimes makes it very hard to. I suspect you may feel the same." One of the Queen's hands reached up to absentmindedly caress the bruised skin of her neck at your words as she simply hummed in agreement.

A sigh leaves her lips as she turned to face you once more, "Daemon wanted to have Helaena's children killed. In retaliation for Lucerys," you are left reeling at the confession, bile working its way up your throat as you collapsed back into the chair.

"I wouldn't allow it, wouldn't allow sweet Helaena to undergo that sort of pain. But Daemon was persistent, so in order to save her I chose you as the target instead."

You are prevented from replying to her admission by the sudden rush of cramps in your lower belly and back, the pain drawing a gasp and catching Rhaenyra's attention. The woman was at your side immediately, eyes widened as she watched your waters break.

"Fuck!" you screamed, hunching over as a new wave of pain assaulted your body.

"Quickly" Rhaenyra called, pulling you up and supporting your weight as she led you from the room and out into the corridor. Your pained groans were quick to catch the attention of the servants and lords alike as Rhaenyra screamed for a maester.

Daemon, who had arrived to investigate the source of all the fuss was quick to stand in your way, "this is what we wanted" he hissed to his wife, glaring at you. Both you and Daemon are then taken aback by Rhaenyra's fierce reply

"No, this is what you wanted! I am the queen, and I'll have no more of your schemes now move!" There was a power in her voice that you could only admire with a gaping mouth before you were forced on the move again.

To your great surprise Rhaenyra refused to leave your side, only slipping out once when you had begged for your husband through tears.

It was nearing the end of the night, the pain had made it impossible to continue your pacing and as you lay sweating in the birthing bed there was only one though on your mind.

"Aemond. Where is Aemond?" you choked out through cries and gritted teeth, squeezing Rhaenyra's hand as another contraction rocked your body.

"He's on his way sweetling" she promised, "Jace will be leading him back very soon." You couldn't find the strength to reply, head falling back limply against the pile of pillows as you tried to tune out the pain. According to the midwife it was still not yet time to push and you weren't sure how much longer you could hold out.

So lost in the haze of pain as Rhaenyra dabbed at your forehead you didn't notice as the chamber doors were violently thrown open, your furious husband stalking in. His feet quickly came to a stop as his good eye was met with the horrific sight of your pain.

Where you hadn't noticed the interruption Rhaenyra had, and was quick to yell at her younger brother.

"My lord!" one of the maesters interjected in abject horror, "you must wait outside-" Aemond however, was having none of his nonsense and for a second Rhaenyra feared the man's mouth had just cost him his life. Another pained groan from you was his saving grace though, and in record time Aemond was at your side, taking your hand from his sisters'.

"I'm here love, I'm here" he assured, throwing a quick glare at his sister before turning back to attend to you.

"Aemond?" you opened your exhausted eyes, desperately hoping you weren't hallucinating. A sob of relief leaving you once you realised he was really in front of you.

"My lady, you must start to push" your reunion is cut short by the midwife.

"I can't" you sobbed, shaking your head in denial.

"You must!" she insisted, even as you continued to refuse.

"Please love, you must listen to the midwife" Aemond urged, wiping your hair back from your face as he squeezed your hand. Groaning you attempted to sit up, only to immediately fall back as your muscles refused to cooperate.

"Aemond I can't" you protested once more, tears blurring your vision. It is Rhaenyra that ultimately comes to your side.

"Yes you can sweet girl. You must, your Queen demands it so." Her words managed to get a slight laugh from you as you remove your hand from your husband's to clutch at hers once more. "Aemond, sit behind her and support her weight" she demanded, and to your great shock he moved to comply with a complaint.

The hours blur together as you lay with your back against your husband's sturdy chest, Rhaenyra clutching one of your hands in her own as you screamed in pain. You are sobbing and heaving but with the support of your family, you push through. And eventually, you are rewarded with a shrill cry.

Tears of relief pour from your eyes as you demand to hold your child. You hear the hitch in your husband's breath as both of you lay eyes on your child for the first time.

"A girl" you whisper, voice choking with love. Looking back at your husband you can only watch in adoration as his eye refuses to leave your little girl's face, his arms wrapping around you to stroke at the small tuft of white hair.

A silent consensus seemed to be reached for the inhabitants of the room in that moment. The war could wait, the crown could wait. For now you would simply bask in the wonder of new life.

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 2 months ago

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How about a poly!plastics where our class goes on a trip and reader gets lost or something

Lost

read part 2 here

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

(i myself am poly)

|| Warnings; panic, reader gets lost, regina being regina

|| Summary; Ms Norbury takes some of the grade on a field trip to the mall; of course the plastics go along. Because it's the mall. Reader ends up losing her group.

Requests open!

Started; october 6th

Finished; october 7th

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The mall seemed to be filled with more foot traffic than usual today as Ms Norbury lead the grade through the hall. She turned to face the group, clapping her hands above her head in a certain rhythm to get their attention. Normally, something like that wouldn't always work; but Ms Norbury could be a little intimidating sometimes. So she had a good hold on the students.

"Alright, listen up! We have from 11:30 until 3:00 to explore the mall as a well deserved end of year break. Take this time to relax now that your exams are over, just don't stray from your groups! I expect everyone back at 3:00. Got it?" Ms Norbury explained how this would go and there were murmured agreements amongst the students. She dismissed the group and everyone went their separate ways; with you following your girlfriends.

"So like, where should we start first?" Karen looked beyond ecstatic. She was practically vibrating from head to toe with excitement.

Regina just looked annoyed by it as she rolled her eyes and sighed," it's a mall, Karen. There's like a billion stores here. What difference does it make where we start?"

"Well, I think we'd otta go to the high-end stores. You know, get all the good stuff before it's gone," Gretchen rambled out, her arm wrapping around Karen's almost as an instinctive defence to Regina's response.

Regina turned to you for your opinion," What do you think?"

You couldn't afford the high end stuff, but you didn't want them to know that so you shrugged. "I dunno. As long as we hit the food court."

"Oo! Can we go there first! I'm hungry." Karen agreed with you, Regina thought about it and then shrugged.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's go."

With Regina leading the way, the four of you headed to the food court. It was packed more than usual today, noticing that a lot of your fellow classmates had decided to hit the food court first as well. You were struggling to keep up with your girlfriends, who seemed to move through the crowd with ease.

"Regina-" You had started to ask if she could slow down, but then somebody bumped you and you stumbled to the ground. Grunting as your head hit the floor.

You stayed where you were for a moment, trying to get your dizziness under control. When you stood again, you couldn't see where your girlfriends had gone. Panic settled in and you tried following, making assumptions as to where they might've gone but to no effort. It was like they disappeared in the sea of people.

Your eyes wandered around, trying to spot them but you ended up seeing someone with a phone instead. Seeing it reminded you that you had your own phone; in your panic state you had forgotten all about it. You took it out and tried to call Gretchen, only to realize your phone was dead. Great. Perfect timing.

Putting the useless block back into your pocket, you wandered around. Hoping to find someone you knew, because you really didn't want to talk to a stranger.

It took a few very long minutes, but you managed to find Janis, Cady and Damian in Hot Topic. Janis was showing Cady a bunch of the stuff, while Cady just nodded along. Seeming very out of place.

"Cady!" You yelled, running over. She turned to look at you and waved, the two of you were decent friends. Not best friends by any means, but you got along well whenever you had to do projects together and such.

"Hey, Y/N!" She gave you a smile, while Janis just side eyed you. Definitely more wary of why you were there.

"Do you have your phone with you?" You asked, she nodded and took it out.

"Yeah, why?"

"I lost my girlfriends and my phone's dead, can I call them with yours?" You explained, Cady nodded in understanding and unlocked her phone for you.

Meanwhile, Karen was the first to notice you were no longer following them. She frowned and stopped to look around, which got Gretchen's attention and she wrapped an arm around Karen's.

"Mama, why'd you stop?" Gretchen asked, watching her with concern.

"Where's Y/N/N?" Karen replied, still searching the food court for you.

That got Regina to stop and she paused for a moment. Looking back at Gretchen and Karen," she's right-" She stopped talking. You weren't right with them. How had she missed that? "Gretchen, call her."

Gretchen nodded and quickly took out her phone, giving you a call only for it to not go through. She frowned and looked at Regina," she didn't answer."

"Call her until she does." Regina replied, arms folded across her chest.

She was about to call again when she got a call from Cady, something in her told her she should answer. So she did and put it on speaker. "Cady?"

"Y/N." You corrected, Gretchen couldn't help but noticed how panicked you sounded.

"Babe!" Gretchen relaxed, Regina did too though she was more subtle about it and Karen just seemed happy to hear you.

"Hiiii, Y/N!" Karen said.

Regina snatched Gretchen's phone and held it so she could talk to you," Where the hell are you? Why do you have Cady's phone?"

"Mine died, but I found Cady and asked if I could use hers. We're at Hot Topic with Janis and Damian, can you come get me?"

"Gross, Hot Topic?" Regina cringed, Karen looked a little interested.

"Regina," You practically whined, wanting her to focus on the more important matters.

"Okay, okay. We'll meet you there. But stay put. Got it?" Her tone was demanding, laced in authority but you easily agreed. Not wanting to risk getting even more lost.

Regina hung up and handed Gretchen back her phone, leading her girlfriends right to you.

When they got there, Karen ran over and jumped into your arms. Relieved you were okay. You stumbled a bit but managed to keep both of you up; holding the taller girl.

"Hi, baby." You had fully relaxed now and held her close, giving her neck a kiss. Gretchen ran over and joined the hug while Regina stayed off to the side, taking a photo.

She posted it with the caption,

this idiot got lost 🙄

You thanked Cady again for her letting you use her phone, then headed off with your girlfriends. Deciding to avoid the food court and hit somewhere else in the mall. Gretchen made sure you were always with them, her hand never letting go of yours.

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miley1442111 · 2 months ago

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Reader x Rafe. They have only been on a few dates. They do not have a claim on each other. Rafe’s cousing is visting for the weekend, unknown to her, and is a really pretty girl. Rafe posts a photo of her on his story on instagram, having dinner. Reader assumes the worst, that he is keeping his options open and dating others, and it makes her really sad when she only had eyes for him. She is aware that that they have not had a talk about dating others, and she does not have the ’’right’’ to be so sad but still is, wanting him to just feel like her, liking her so much that he does not want to see anyone else. Rafe at some point later after his family/cousin dinner is done, he texts reader at night, asking if she wants to talk on the phone ’missing her voice’ but she just scoffs sadly to herself reading it, now thinking he is just a bit of a pig, thinking she truly meant nothing to him for him to be so casual about it. Unknown to her, Rafe feels exactly the same as her, not wanting anyone but her and is walking in circles at home in panic talking to himself, wondering what he has done. He does not want to be to pushy as they have just started dating so he does not harass her with texts. A few days go by and he sees her at the bonfire with her friends, kind of approaches her like he approached Kie, very gentle and soft. She tries to just keep it short, answering his questions being polite and goes to leave after getting her drink but he is like ’’wow wow wow, wait. You’re not answering my calls. I feel like I’ve done something to upset you and it’s killing me’ and she kind of brings up the girl, not in an accusing way, more so like ’’I get it. You wanna keep your options open. I’m just not comfortable with that because I like you a lot. We had a good run but I guess that is it. Take care of yourself’’ with a sad smile but then he stops her from walking away and clears up the misunderstanding and its a sweet ending

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my promise- r.cameron

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a/n: thank you so much for requesting! sorry to everyone, i've been struggling a lot with writer's block and with college starting up everything has been super busy but I should be back on a fairly regular basis now :)

pairing: rafe cameron x fem! pogue! reader

summary: i suggest you look at the request

warnings: rafe is a bit of a dick without realising, reader is upset, pogues hate rafe, i think that's it?

+ this rafe is not show-accurate, this is another universe where he can express emotions and recognise how his action affect others :)

not entirely proofread

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Rafe Cameron was a pig. Three months of talking, and he finally asked you out. And now he was on a date with someone else.

But what else were you expecting from the ‘Kook king’? Your friends were right. You shouldn’t have even bothered with Rafe. He would always be a fucking man-whore with too much money and too little empathy. Of course you were a game to him, what else would you be? You were a pogue. You were nothing in his eyes, just a fuck. You weren’t even his real girlfriend. He had no claim on you, and you had no claim on him.

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You would’ve genuinely stabbed yourself in the eye if it meant you got to stop watching them interact. Rafe and that blonde girl. You’d never seen her on the island, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t from here. Random people spent summers here every year, a lot of people rented out their houses, especially the rich ones, just so someone would be in their mansions while they were busy in Bali, or the Hamptons, or wherever rich assholes went on holidays.

She laughed at something he said and you rolled your eyes. “He’s not even fucking funny,” you scoffed.

JJ rolled his eyes. “I hate to say ‘I told you so’, but-”

“Yeah yeah, you told me, I know,” you sighed. “Thought I could make a kook act like a human, that’s on me,” you held your arms up in defence. You two stood side by side as you shone the cutlery. Serving at the Country Club wasn’t bad, and the tips were good. It’s just you didn’t expect to see him on a date with someone else.

You got off of work at 8pm, Rafe and the blonde girl were still busy chatting when you left. Jj gave you a lift on his bike and you decided to grab all of Rafe’s things and leave them on his doorstep, not even bothering to explain. You knew what you saw. You knew what he was doing. You didn’t care anymore, you were worth more than that.

At about 2am you woke up to your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

Your groggy voice made Rafe smile. It had been a long night of entertaining his annoying beauty-queen cousin, and he wanted to talk to you, to see you. “Hey baby.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hi Rafe.”

“How was your day?” he asked.

“Fine,” your answers were short and to the point. You had no interest in entertaining this anymore. “Yours?”

“Boring as fuck,” he chuckled.

“What did you do today?” you asked, morbid curiosity getting the better of you. You wanted to see if he’d admit it.

“Nothing much, worked out, golf, went to dinner with family, that’s it.”

Of course he was lying. And using his family as a cover? Asshole.

“Why did you call me?” you questioned, trying to act interested, but failing miserably.

“I missed your voice,” he admitted shyly.

“Ok, you heard it, night Rafe,” you sighed before hanging up. A part of you was angry. Another was just upset. How could he see other people? You two had a really good thing going, didn’t you? You thought he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. How wrong you were. It just reminded you of why you were so apprehensive to date him in the first place, to date anyone in the first place. Maybe you weren’t enough for him. Maybe you weren’t enough at all.

You let yourself try to sleep it off, but the next few days you were down, and everyone could tell. Jj had told the others what had happened, and you could see the pitying glances from Kie and the boys, and the annoyed looks from Sarah. She hated him, genuinely, but this was the last straw. She’d told him not to break your heart. She’d warned him.

“What about the bonfire tonight?” John B offered to the group as the sunset. “That would cheer you up,” he nudged your arm and you grimaced.

“I don’t feel like going out,” you sighed. “You guys go ahead.”

Sarah sighed. “You can’t let this ruin your week Y/n. He’s a dick, he’ll always be a dick, and it wasn’t your fault for liking him. Every single one of my friends as a kid liked him, then he showed his true colours and he’s a dick again. His behaviour is not a benchmark for your value. He’s in the wrong, not you. Come out with us tonight, even if it’s just for 30 minutes, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, giving in. “Fine.”

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You hadn’t texted him back in three days. He didn’t want to be the pushy ‘be with me all the time’ boyfriend, but he was used to texting you at least once a day. Now you’d left him without a response for 3 whole days. Thinking back, he knew you were being weird during the phone call the other night, and he couldn’t understand what he’d done. Were you losing interest? He hoped you weren’t. You were the only girl who he’d ever been really serious about. You were the only girl he’d ever felt a real connection with. You were his girl, at least, you would be.

He pulled up to the bonfire with one thought in mind, find you.

You pulled up to the bonfire with one thought in mind, hide from Rafe.

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Hiding didn’t exactly last long, especially when he was directly following you around the entire beach. If you went towards the water, he’d come near you, if you went towards the house, he’d come near you, if you went up to the fire, there he just so happened to be, roasting a marshmallow with a big smile on his face. You did notice how he wasn’t carrying around his signature corona, nor was his nose full of white powder. Huh. He’d listened when you said you didn’t like him being ‘uncontrolled’ as you called it, yet he went on a date with another girl. Strange.

You sat away from your friends, by the water, nursing a can of beer. You weren’t a heavy drinker and you’d probably go home after this, since you’d already been at the party for a little while. You watched the sea come in and out. Wave after wave, softly brushing against the shore.

“Hey,” Rafe’s voice brought you out of your trance. He sat down beside you, dirtying whatever expensive shorts he had on.

“Hey,” you answered.

“How are you?” He asked, his tone not missing the awkwardness of this moment. He was nervous before coming up to you, but now? Having to come face to face with your cold tone was becoming unbearable pretty quickly.

“Fine thanks, how are you?” You asked, continuing your staring at the sea.

“Good. Better, now,” he smiled, placing a hand over yours. “You forgot to text me back.”

“Did I?” you didn’t even try to make yourself sound sincere. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. You been busy? How’s work?”

“It’s fine,” you answered. After a moment of silence, you got up. “I’m going to get another beer-”

“Wait,” he jumped up beside you. “You’re not answering my calls. You’re not talking to me normally. You’re not answering my questions. Have I done something to upset you?”

You scoffed. “I wonder.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean Y/n? You’re killing me here.”

“Look, I get it you want to keep your options open and we were just casual, it’s fine. I’m just not the kind of girl to just be casual with, alright? That stuff makes me uncomfortable, and I really liked you. But if you want to go and do that, that’s fine, just don’t bring me into it,” you explained calmly. “Goodbye Rafe.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” he called after you, making you turn back. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you at the Country Club with the blonde girl, Rafe, seriously, your dating life is your own- what?” You stopped talking because Rafe had started pulling a disgusted face. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s my cousin,” he explained. “My super annoying cousin.”

And everything made a bit more sense. The family comment wasn’t a lie. Now that you think about it, they did look pretty similar.

“Oh.”

“You thought we were on a date?”

“Well it was candle-lit,” you chuckled.

“All the tables at the club are candle-lit past 8pm!” He laughed. “That’s why you’ve been ignoring me? You thought I was cheating on you?”

“Well, we haven’t technically said we were dating so… I just assumed you were keeping your options open,” you shrugged.

Rafe cracked a smile. “You think I’d pick anyone over you?”

You shrugged. “People do.”

“People are fucking stupid,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you two walked further down the beach. “So, Y/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honours of officially being your boyfriend?”

“Only if you do me the honours of being your girlfriend,” you smiled. He turned to you and cupped your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. “I’m all yours, promise.”

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navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games, challengers :)

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mochalate · 7 months ago

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msby!atsumuxreader || w/c: 1.1k + 1 min of video (yes, video.) chocolate chip cookies are the way to a guy's heart. (everyone knows that!) a/n: wow I thought I wouldn't post anything this week, but one really good chocolate cake later, I felt alive. Perhaps Atsumu and I are more similar than I thought. 🔔Please use full screen for the video!

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Back when you were still at university, you had a part time job at the campus gym. Legally, you weren’t allowed to call yourself a nutritionist at that point, but that’s what you did. It was never anything complicated— the hardest thing had been managing expectations.

No, you won’t have noticeable muscle definition in a month.

Yes, you’ll need quite a bit longer than a week to lose ten kilos.

That will give you results, but perhaps a more sustainable plan?

So yes, expectations. You’re in a career chock-full of them. You’re good at managing them. Even when it’s hard.

Or so you’d thought.

Can I keep starin’?

(Could it really be that easy?)

With four words, Atsumu Miya had ripped open the top of that flimsy cardboard box you’d oh-so-carefully stuffed your expectations in, and now you were struggling to (convince yourself to) put them back in. For the last few hours, you’ve been fiddling with that metaphorical scotch-tape, not quite daring to believe he could be interested in you— and yet unable to let go of that fantasy.

Was it a fantasy?

You can still picture his flushed-red face, the anticipation and anxiety in his eyes. It wasn’t the kind of look you expected from a flirty joke.

Or…

It's when Osamu has to stop you from trying to grab the piping hot handle of a cast iron pan for the second time that you realise you need to come back to your senses.

“Osamu,” you ask, timidly. “Can I ask you something? It’s about Atsumu.”

Osamu turns down the flame on the burner, and looks at you. His face is neutral— some people went as far as calling those droopy grey eyes of his ‘expressionless’, but you preferred to think of them as steady. Osamu always said it like it was.

He’s going to give you the reality check you so obviously need.

“How stupid am I for thinking I have a chance with Atsumu?”

You brace yourself for a scathing reply. Perhaps, ‘Next time, I won’t stop ya from burning yourself.’ Or maybe, “That oaf? Sorry, the only thing he’s attracted to is balls. Volleyballs, that is.”

What he does instead, is sigh heavily, and a little exasperatedly.

“Did ya two idiots finally figure it out?”

Your heart skips a beat. “What?”

“You heard me,” Osamu says, turning up the flame once more. He stirs the simmering broth as he speaks. “He’s been actin’ stupid all week. And you’ve been actin’ stupid around him for a while.”

Oh. Oh.

There’s no way you’re ever putting those expectations away ever again, because that stupid box is all soggy at the bottom now. Soggy, because the raging mix of relief and happiness swirling around in your chest— the weight lifted off your shoulders because you don’t have to pretend anymore— is making you tear up.

Osamu hears you sniffle.

“Aw, c’mon,” he says, tapping off the broth and setting the spoon beside the stove, “you know he isn’t worth cryin' over.” There’s a cheeky grin on his face, as he brings his large hands up to your face, wiping away the tears. “Want me to beat him up for ya?”

(You think he really might be your best friend.)

“You’re just looking for an excuse to!” You say, pulling his hands away as you laugh.

He holds them up in mock defence. “Hey, two birds and all. Are you going call him?”

You’re already scrambling inside your purse. “I… think I forgot my phone at work.”

He clicks his tongue. “I take it back, yer perfect for each other.”

“Hey!” You say it indignantly, but his words make you feel warm. Perfect for each other. “Can I borrow your phone? Would that be weird?”

“He’d make it weird,” Osamu scoffs. “Just go over.”

“I— I should bring him something.”

He makes an amused expression. “Okay.”

“I don’t know what.”

“Are you asking me for help?”

You make your best puppy face. “Please?”

Osamu sighs. “Well, he’s been complainin’ about those raisin bran cookies for weeks now…”

“I think it would be best if you don’t say anything. Just let it blow over,” the publicist says. She’s using the speakerphone, and her voice sounds far away. Atsumu can hear the clack of keyboard keys in the background. “I mean it, Miya. Log out of everything. No, uninstall everything.”

“Don’t ya trust me even a little bit?” Atsumu asks. He tries to sound teasing, but his heart isn’t in it.

“No,” she says bluntly. The call goes blank.

Atsumu collapses back on to his bed, legs hanging over the edge. He holds his phone up over his face, staring at the ‘call ended’ until the screen turns itself off, and then sighs heavily.

It’s not that he’s worried. She was right, it would blow over. But it would happen again. And he knows that each time, it would chip off a little piece of you; and eventually leave your edges jagged and rough enough to cut.

You’d resent him for it.

Atsumu unlocks his phone. It’s easy enough to find those pictures of you and Osamu again.

You look so happy.

He doesn’t think he was being delusional earlier, he knows there was something more than plain embarrassment in your eyes when you’d looked at him; and yet, he can’t shake the thought that he’s being selfish.

The photo is cropped awkwardly, and he knows you and Osamu are close, but he can’t help but feel disheartened, and then hate himself for feeling like that. Were you two actually seeing each other? Was he meddling in his brother’s happiness, your happiness? What did he have to offer that his brother didn’t, save for the scrutiny of strangers?

The phone buzzes.

His eyes flick up to the notification bar. It’s a DM request from one of his new-found confidantes.

(Well, it's not like I've got anything better to do.)

In that brief moment, Atsumu understands his mother, and her panic at the state of the house when guests were imminent. He even understands, as he turns a couple of the trophies he has on display a few degrees to the left, why she would go around adjusting her many throw pillows in those last few seconds. That time seemed to stretch endlessly.

And then the doorbell rings, and time seems to somehow come to a stop and rush forward at the same time.

Atsumu stumbles on the carpet as he rushes to open the door.

And there you are.

“Hey, Atsumu,” you say, fiddling with the lid of the plastic container in your hands, “can we talk?”

(Wow, he thinks for some reason. I think those are cookies.)

Osamu walked her over because the publicist was calling around to find her, when she couldn't get a hold of reader on her number. He was worried about her going alone. What a prince. Divider @/cafekitsune Tweet images edited from here and Shokubutsu Zukan (by Tsutsumi Kakeru). Had a hard time finding the source for that image lol, it's been used in SO many fic headers. Each time I reverse image searched, If found a slightly less cropped version until it ended as the full page. and then i had to google translate this russian pirated manga site. next chapter will be the last + I will post a little bonus from the osamu POV. :)

#atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #my fic

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raz-writes-the-thing · 1 year ago

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Cocktails and Confessions (Doctor Who)

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You don't mean to confess your love, but in your defence, you are about three and a half whiskies deep.

CW: fluff, cuteness, the Doctor is a little shit, consumption of alcohol

Doctor Who Tag List: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr @midnight--raine (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“I just- fucking- love you, Doctor,” you slur, swallowing thickly between the words. “Fuckinnn’ love you… Doctor.”

The drink in your hand sloshes as you stumble in place. The Doctor rushes forward to steady you, pulling the drink out of your hand and depositing it onto the windowsill.

“Doctor,” you say thoughtfully. “Dok-tor. Dok-tah. Hickory dickery Doctor Doo Little,” you break off into giggles as the Doctor pulls you towards the TARDIS doors. All he needs is to get you inside and into bed. Seriously, he left you alone for two hours and came back to find you completely off your face. Oh well, as long as you were having fun. That was the main thing.

“There, there,” the Doctor cooed, displaying a surprising amount of strength to stop you from toppling into a topiary. You laughed, wrapping an arm around his back to steady yourself.

Once you were inside, the Doctor let you tumble into your bed and helped you roll onto your back. He tutted and went about untying your shoelaces before yanking your shoes off with enough force to pull you halfway down the bed. This, of course, sent you into another fit of laughter and the Doctor bit down on his lip to stop himself from laughing along with you.

It was barely another ten minutes before you’d passed out completely, snoring in such a way that the Doctor was almost certain that you probably had sleep apnoea.

It wasn’t until the morning, however, that you realised how badly you’d fucked up. Your head pounded, and your mouth felt like it had sawdust pieces stuck in it. You groaned loudly, throwing an arm over your eyes to shield yourself. Your room in the TARDIS did have a window, but the current source of irritating light was coming from the light fixture.

“TARDIS, please,” you groaned out, rolling over and becoming very startled when your forehead whacked right into something warm and hard. You cracked an eye open, not sure you wanted to know what that was.

“Good morning, love,” the Doctor said loudly. Far, far too loudly. The warm hard thing you’d given yourself a mild concussion over was, in fact, the Doctor’s shoulder.

“Why are you in my bed,” you replied, deadpan. Your eye was struggling to keep itself open and so you buried your face in the squishy bit of his arm to hide yourself from the light beating down on you from above. God, even his arm was bony. “Did you stay here all night?”

He was still dressed in his tux, though he’d kicked his shoes off at some point, leaving him in his socks. One of which had a hole right over the big toe.

“Oh, you know,” the Doctor replies as though those three words would answer any and all questions. “Popped out once or twice, but for the most part, yes.”

You grumble, pressing your face a little harder into his arm. The Doctor tuts and encourages you to sit up. You do as requested, though the entire process has you lamenting your warm blankets and squishy arm pillow.

Once you’re upright and situated, the Doctor hands you a glass of water, a couple of panadol and a little white button that happens to be the same colour as the panadol tablets.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that,” the Doctor laughs, grabbing the button and twisting it in his fingers. “Probably don’t take that. Thought it was another aspirin, but maybe not.”

You crack into a smile, downing the actual tablets and the glass of water in one go. The water eases your dry throat.

“You were off it last night, eh,” the Doctor grinned, knocking his shoulder into yours. “Said some things.”

You turn your head to look at him front on. You only have flashes of last night. Some dancing here, a few drinks there. You’re sure you chatted up a storm, but the look on the Doctor’s face tells you that you might have said some things you weren’t necessarily meaning too.

“Oh?” You reply, temples throbbing with your hangover.

“Oh,” the Doctor echoes teasingly. “Oh indeed. You said some things I really rather think you wished you didn’t- because now, I get to hold it over you as long as I like. You can’t remember, can you?”

He was right, as usual.

“Oh God,” you mutter under your breath. “What did I say?”

Try as you might, you’re finding it difficult to remember much other than a windowsill and a pretty bush. Damnit, that does not help you.

“You,” the Doctor all but giggles, “my very hungover, very brilliant friend- told me you loved me.”

You fucking what? Oh, dear God. This was… decidedly not good. The Doctor did not seem to agree with you on that, however, if the look of sheer unadulterated joy made you think maybe you didn’t need to be too stressed about it all.

“Did I just?” You asked, dropping your head onto him softly. You sigh with relief as the pounding in your head starts to dissipate. Not by much, mind you, but just by a little.

“You did.”

You chew on your bottom lip thoughtfully, wondering just what’s going on in that very vast, very full brain of his.

“And… you?” You trail off quietly, fidgeting with the glass.

“Oh, feel the same, of course. I love you. I’ve always loved you, I think. Not really something I had to question, was it?” The Doctor takes the glass and puts it on the side table. He reaches back over to grasp your hand in his. “Why else do you think I’ve kept you around all this time?”

You arch a brow, responding with a statement about how you can handle yourself. Of course, the Doctor grins and agrees that yes, that too is one of the reasons why he’s kept you along all this time.

“If my head didn’t feel like it was about to explode with the force of a thousand suns, I would be shouting and screeching with joy right now,” you say with a vague whimper, cradling your head in your hands. The Doctor tuts comfortingly, manoeuvring to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Oh, I know. Come now,” he says softly, helping you back to lie down again. “Get some rest. When you wake up there’s something I want you to see.”

You’re not entirely sure what that means, but you don’t complain when your head hits the pillows. You have years and years to explore this new revelation, and you can’t wait for those years and years to start.

But for now?

Right now it was time for a nap.

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avonne-writes · 20 days ago

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Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

#21 for Gale? Pretty please? 🥹🙏🏻

Again, sorry that I took so long! I'm trying to fill all the pending prompts in my inbox now. Thank you for sending this one! 🩷 I wrote a quick drabble tonight, I hope it's okay.

21. Fear poison/gas

A fist swings towards Crank's face, but it ends up colliding with the arm he raises in defence. Buck groans in pain as Hambone and Jefferson jump in to intervene and tackle him to the floor of their crowded room in the stalag. The three of them start wrestling on the floor accompanied by curses, grunts and Buck's panicked wheezing.

"What the fuck did they give him?" Hambone yells as one of the chairs is knocked over by Buck's legs kicking out.

"No idea." Crank replies, deep lines on his forehead. He throws himself down to trap Buck's shins and keep him from breaking someone's ribs with his feet. "Buck, calm down! It's just us!"

"Let me go!" Buck cries out. His pupils are blown wide, and his gaze darts around the room like a trapped, feral animal's. Cold sweat peppers his sallow, sickly face.

The Krauts took him away this morning and only just brought him back a few minutes ago. No explanation, nothing. They just dumped him on one of the beds unconscious, then left without a word. Brady ran out to get Bucky, but in the meantime, Gale woke up, and the first thing he did was attack anyone who touched him. They're all going to sport bruises tomorrow, no doubt. The familiarity of their voices doesn't seem to register in his mind, and the wide-eyed terror on his face suggests he doesn’t recognize their faces either.

Even with three men holding him down, Buck doesn’t stop trashing to get free, but the noises he’s making take an increasingly desperate edge. Crank doesn’t know how to help him when he's in this state of mind. You can’t reason with him.

Thankfully, the door swings open, and Bucky rushes inside, kicking the toppled over chair out of the way to get to Buck's side.

"Gale!" Bucky drops to his knees and cradles Buck's face with his large hands. Crank raises an eyebrow at the name, but he doesn’t say anything. "What happened? What did they do to him?"

Fear-stricken blue eyes go abnormally wide before Buck redoubles his efforts to escape their hold. More footsteps approach from the doorway, Brady and one of the camp surgeons. The sight eases the tight worry in Crank's chest just enough that he can breathe again. Bucky nudges Hambone aside to take over holding Buck's right arm himself and to give the doc space to examine Buck.

The man takes a good look at Buck's pupils, then measures his pulse at the juncture of his neck before reaching into his coat for a small box of pills. Despite Buck's ferocious protests, the four of them somehow manage to hold him still enough for the doc to pry open his jaw and force him to swallow a pill. Immediately after, tears start falling from Buck's eyes.

Thankfully, Bucky doesn’t seem to have the same struggle. As the fight goes out of Buck's body, his limbs go limp in their hold. Bucky moves Buck's arm from the floor to press it to his chest and reaches for Buck's face again. Gently, he starts wiping the wetness there even as more continues to fall. The tears glisten on Buck's freckled cheek.

It's a shock. Crank has never seen Buck Cleven cry. Through the loss of friends, through pain, cold and hunger, even on the bleakest days they’ve had as POWs so far, Buck's composure hardly ever wavered. He remained the pillar of their strength and hope through everything. It makes Crank feel guilty and selfish, but his first feeling upon seeing the fat teardrops rolling down Buck's scarred cheeks is despair, not compassion. His natural instinct of self-preservation makes it difficult for a moment to see past the crumbling Major and see the person instead. Because if the Krauts can break Buck Cleven like this, they can break anyone. They're all puppets to their cruel whim. Crank doesn’t know what to do anymore.

"Fear gas." The doc says, making a disgusted face. "Bastards are testing it on us. My guess is they picked him for his reputation."

The doc clears his throat awkwardly and moves to stand. "Gave him a sedative. We don’t have much left, but... We need the Major back on his feet, I figure."

That makes Crank feel even worse. He watches numbly as Buck opens his eyes again and blinks up at Bucky slowly. The stream of his tears starts drying out. When Bucky gives him a small, forced smile of reassurance, Buck turns his face into Bucky’s palm. As if it was the only safe spot in his world. Crank averts his eyes, and he sees Hambone and Brady do the same.

None of them wants to see. They've never asked. They don’t want to know.

Only Jefferson stares, likely not used to it yet, still trying to figure it out.

After a reassuring squeeze, Bucky lays Buck's arm back on the floor and stands up to offer his hand for the doc to shake. The doc starts talking about side effects he has seen in other men who received this so-called fear gas, but after a moment, Crank turns away from them and back to Buck again.

"Give me a hand, boys." He glances at Brady and Hambone. "We gotta move him."

No one talks. They all feel Bucky's helpless fury, but there’s nothing they can do. Crank rights the chair, sits on it and starts sanding the small wooden B-17 he’s been working on. He keeps his focus on his work and tries not to listen in when Bucky starts whispering to Buck. He knows it's not for his ears.

Together, they lift Buck's barely conscious body and put him on a bed. It doesn't matter whose. They can switch for one night. Buck doesn’t fight it anymore, dazed by the sedative. When the doc leaves, Bucky's back by his side in an instant. He sits on the edge of the bunk and puts a hand on Buck's chest to feel it rise and fall. His other hand curls into a fist on his thigh. Buck watches him with half-lidded eyes.

Tomorrow, he hopes Buck will be back on his feet. Then, they can go back to pretending that everything will be okay.

#mota #buck x bucky #gale cleven #john egan #clegan #anon #my writing #prompt fill

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago

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girl like you 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as kidnapping, marital discord, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: a fight with your husband leads to an unexpected situation.

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Jake Jensen

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

"Marge," you struggle to keep the exasperation from your voice, "that's not how it works. It's a civil dispute, not criminal--"

"They signed a contract," the blonde dictator bites back at you.

"Right, and we're going through the appropriate channels to have there violations dealt with--"

"Ugh, whatever," she throws the folder at you, "shoulda know better. I heard you never even passed the bar."

You catch the file before the papers can flutter out. You scowl at her as she pushes her hands out in frustration and stomps her pink heel. You pinch your cheeks between your teeth. You never got to take the bar, you got married. Like her. Maybe you should ask about the dust on her English degree.

"And that lipstick is tacky. It looks awful with your skin tone," she snarls as she rams a manicured nail in your direction, huffing and spin, taking off like a tornado towards the rest of the doll-like HOA clones.

You look down as you shuffle the papers straight and shrug. You've never quite fit in. This place is like high school 2.0. You never have the right clothes or the right makeup, and no matter how much you primp, your hair just won't behave. You don't know why you bother.

Well, it's something to do. A hobby in your mostly empty life. Brock promised you it wouldn't be like this. To his defence, you're the idiot who believed him.

Your husband hasn't exactly kept his promises, has he? You leave through the gate, not bothering with the niceties. You're certain your dismissal was thoroughly witnessed. Besides, the meeting is as good as done.

You wait by the curb, a text sent to Brock. Your feet kill in these slingbacks. You hate those as much as you hate the mascara that makes your lashes stick.

The black car comes down the street and you open the door, dropping inside with a puff. You rest the folder in your lap and roll your eyes back against a repressed yawn. You shut the door and buckle your belt.

"Hey, honey," you greet your husband. "How was your day?"

"Busy," Brock answers curtly.

"Oh, did you have dinner? I left it in the oven to reheat--"

"Your my wife, you're the one who warms my dinner," he insists.

Your nostrils flare and you look away. This is exactly what you dreaded the day you accepted that ring. All those years of schooling and you threw it away for an empty vow.

"Alright, I'll turn the stove on when I get in--"

"How was it? You're early. You didn't stay for drinks?"

"I'm tired."

"So? Five years and what do you have to show for it? Like I wanna hear about those dumb bitches at the barbecue? No, I wanna hear about my wife. About everything she's doing for the neighbourhood."

"Don't talk like that," your murmur. If he thinks they're dumb, what does he think of you?

"Don't tell me what to do," he snorts, "you know, you might be a little happier if you put in a little effort. Not like I don't bust my ass so you can buy nice dresses and yet you're still wearing this."

He reaches over and tugs your skirt. It's one of your favourite dresses. You don't see an issue with it, other than it might be a bit past its prime. Besides, he does make a lot of money but you're the one who counts it and makes sure the bills get paid. There isn't room for you to buy Chanel.

"Sorry," you mutter towards the window.

"Don't be sorry, do better," he rolls the steering wheel as he rolls around the cul de sac.

Your chest sinks and your lip twitches. Do better. You're tired of hearing that. You're tired of trying. You're just tired.

"Stop the car," you demand as you sit up.

"What?" He scoffs.

"Stop the car and let me out--"

"We're almost home."

"I said let me out of the car," you snarl, "now!"

He slams on the breaks so hard, you nearly smack into the dashboard. You hit the button on the seat belt and let it rebel. You grab the folder and throw it on the dash so the pages scatter.

"You can turn a fucking dial," you snip and push the door open.

He catches your arm, his grip tight and unbending, "where are you going?"

"I don't know. Anywhere but here."

"Don't be fucking stupid, get back in the car," he commands.

"Let go!"

"You're being stupid--"

"Like always, right?" You spit at him and wriggle free, his nails scratching you hotly. "I'm done. I can't make you happy and I'm tired of trying."

You get out and swing the door shut. You grip the strap of your purse, still hooked over your shoulder, and turn on your heel. You click down the sidewalk as he revs and jolts forward, following you.

"Babe, get back in the car," he calls through the window.

You ignore him and stomp on, nearly bending your ankle as you do.

"Stop PMSing and get in the damn car!" He speeds up, almost driving past you, "don't make me tell you again."

You keep quiet and march on. His brakes scrape to a halt and the car door opens and closes. You hear him behind you. You speed up to evade him.

"You always gotta make everything a fucking task--"

He grabs onto your purse and yanks you back, nearly knocking you on your ass. You cry out and face him, tugging on the bag as you play tug-of-war on the sidewalk. The sudden woop startles both of you and the purse drops to the ground.

You look over as the cruiser pulls up. You know the car number and the face above the wheel. The same on that patrols the suburb. The HOA buys Sheriff Bodecker a special Christmas turkey every year and several other throughout to mark even the most redundant holidays. He's firmly in the pocket of the Stepford robots.

"Everything okay over here?" Bodecker drawls as he rolls down his window.

"Yes," Brock answers in tandem with your "no."

Your husband sighs, "just a marital spat, sir, you know how it is."

You grimace and shake your head. You pick up the purse as Brock looms close, "nothing to worry about Sheriff," you stand and swoop the bag over your elbow. "Thanks."

"Babe," Brock says, "let's go home."

"No," you retort and turn around, continuing on your way.

You hear a footstep and another wail of the cruiser's siren, "sir, I'm gonna have to ask you not to follow the lady. She said no. She probably just needs to cool off."

You shake your head and continue on. Brock's voice croaks but he can't summon words. He growls and backs off.

As you continue down the block, tires slowly turn on the tarmac and you glance over at the sheriff keeps a light foot on the gas, "ma'am, you wanna get in? I'll take ya to the station to settle your mind."

"It's fine, sheriff," you say, "thank you."

"Now, miss, I don't mean to frighten you but I gotta," he insists, "I can't just drive off in case your husband decides to follow. I only wanna get you outta the way do he don't do anything dumb."

"Sheriff, I--" you stop and your soles aches from the high arches of your shoes, "he wouldn't..."

"Y'all were pretty heated back there," he says, "I'm not saying what would happen, but I'd feel better knowin' you're not wandering the streets alone."

You chew your tongue and look back and forth. Brock watches from down the street, leaning on his car. You know he's just waiting for Bodecker to take off so he can do exactly what the policeman suggests.

"Thank you, sir," you step towards the curb, "I appreciate that."

"Anything for a good lady like yerself," he nods, "'fraid you're gonna have to ride piggy back though."

He shifts into park and gets out. He opens the back door and you teeter at the edge of the pavement. You never pictured yourself in the back of a police car but it's preferable to the alternative.

#lee bodecker #jake jensen #dark lee bodecker #dark jake jensen #dark!lee bodecker #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #lee bodecker x reader #brock rumlow #the devil all the time #dc #the losers #girl like you #drabble #series #au

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year ago

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Arthur x reader - our secret

Can you do Arthur with Merlin’s sister who also has magic and uses it to save him and he keeps her secret because he cares about her.🙃🙂 - @faithm120601 💜

Running through the hallways, you were cursing your brother out for making you do this.

You didn’t want to be a part of anything, but he made a good point of Arthur probably had no idea about the intruders, and that somebody had to warn him but it was too last.

Since Merlin could keep them back a little and use his magic without Arthur being there, he then left telling the prince of Camelot to you.

“Is everything alright (Y/N)?” Leon asked.

“Intruders at the front! Merlin trying to hold them off!” You called.

“What?!”

“Go! I’ll tell Prince Arthur!”

Leon nodded his head and ran in the direction you had just come from while you carried on your route.

You were close, just a few more hallways and you were be there.

Running around the final one, you stopped to take a few breaths, walking over to the doors where there were supposed to be guards.

But there were none and that put you on edge as you approached the large doors.

You could hear the signs of struggling, and you peaked through the gap in the door.

You could see anything, but you could tell there was a fight going on inside, so, cautiously you opened the door a bit more so you could slip in.

Arthur was in there, pinned to the wall, struggling to hold back the sword that was against his neck.

You didn’t know what to do, and in your panic of not wanting to let him die, you raised your hands, eyes turning gold as you whispered something under your breath.

You threw your hand to the side, and the attacker went flying on the floor.

Quickly you lowered your hand and hid yourself behind a cabinet.

“Who’s there?” Arthur called.

He looked around, but couldn’t see anybody.

He couldn’t search the room, he needed to deal with the attacker.

After a few moments you stood up.

“Sire, there’s been intruders, Sir Leon has been told and he has gone to my brother who is at the front of the castle with them.” You said.

Arthur looked at you, then the unconscious man on the floor.

“I think the warning came a bit too late.” He snapped slightly.

“I’m sorry, I came as fast as I could.”

Arthur sighed, shaking his head.

“It’s fine, who else has been told?”

“King Uther, as well as the other guards.” You explained.

Arthur slowly nodded his head, narrowing his eyes at you a little bit.

He carried on binding the man so he couldn’t break free, and began to slowly move around the room.

You watched him carefully, making sure that he was okay.

Seeing movement behind him you looked at it.

“Arthur behind you!”

He wasn’t going to be able to turn around quick enough, you saw that.

So, you did the one thing you’re good at.

Using your magic, you used it to throw a book at the man, and you quickly put your hands behind your back.

“You have magic?!” Arthur hissed.

You said nothing.

He marched over to you, standing right in front of you, sword still clutched tightly in his hands.

“Please don’t tell my brother… or Gaius…” you whispered.

He furrowed his brows.

“They don’t know?”

You sighed, looking at him, shaking your head a little bit.

“No, I knew what would happen to me if anybody found out, I never wanted to bring them into that. They know nothing of it.”

Arthur looked a little confused.

“You know what will happen to you but still you chose to use magic in front of me? Why?”

You gave Arthur a little smile.

“Because you’re the prince, it may not be my duty to protect you, but you were in danger. I would do it over again, between you dying to some intruders, and me being executed for using magic, I guess the choice is as simple as any.”

“You were the one behind the defence last week, aren’t you? Bandits suddenly disappear, what did you do with them?”

“I am, but they didn’t get hurt. I simply trapped them in a different part of the valley to you is all. Then scared them away.”

Arthur slowly nodded his head.

“Why will you not run away?”

“What’s the use? You already know, I knew what my fate would be when I made that choice sire, why run?”

He looked at you and you smiled at him.

“Please Sire, Merlin and Gaius may be confused, but don’t tell them. Tell them I left, I had to go home, I’ll write a note, it’ll be easier on them.”

Arthur sighed softly, nodding his head.

“Of course, I’m sorry it has to come to this.” He said quietly.

You smiled slightly.

“It’s okay.”

You both turned to the door as it was opened, and Uther came rushing in with some guards.

You bowed your head in respect, stepping away from the Prince.

You listened to them as they talk, but stayed lost in your own mind at the same time, not really taking the words in.

You were trying to think of what would happen to your brother, your best friend, you just wanted at least for him to be okay.

“You did this?”

You snapped out of your head, turning to the king, nodding your head.

“Yes sire, I did.”

He looked at you, walking closer.

“You brought down a fully grown man? How?”

You went to speak, but Arthur beat you too it.

“She threw the book! She has a good throw from what I saw.”

Uther turned to his son.

“Threw a book?”

Arthur quickly picked up the book you had used your magic on, and set it down on the cabinet.

“I see.”

Uther turned to you.

“In that case, thank you. I dread to think what would have happened if you hadn’t of come.”

“You needn’t thank me. I would do the same again if I had to.”

Uther smiled a little.

“That’s reassuring to hear, I will have these two taken out and guards placed at the door, more this time. Find somebody to clean this up.”

“I will do it Sire, I’m here already.”

He nodded and left, and you began to clear up the mess that had been made in the room.

After a few minutes when you were sure everybody was gone, you glanced up at Arthur who was just about to leave the room.

You decided not to bring it up there, so you waited.

Maybe he was still going to tell his father, but over the next few days nothing happened.

You found the Prince stood near some shelves, so you walked over, pretending to clean them.

“Sire?”

“Yes?”

Arthur turned to look at you.

“Why haven’t you told anybody?”

“Why would I?”

You glanced at him before turning away.

“You saved my life, I owe you that much to do the same to you at least. But you need to promise me no more.” He whispered.

You slowly shook your head.

“I can’t make that promise, I would do it again if I had to.”

“Then you risk being exposed, please, no more (Y/N)…”

You sighed, turning your attention to him.

“Okay…”

He smiled, looking around before he stepped closer.

“Thank you..”

With that, he brushed his hand against yours as he left with a little smile on his face, and you smiled as well, know at least for now everything was going to be okay.

But who knew what the future would bring

#bbc Merlin #bbc merlin x reader #bbc merlin x you #bbc Merlin imagine #arthur pendragon imagine #arthur pendragon #arthur pendragon x reader #Arthur pendragon x you

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lil-elle · 8 months ago

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Close Quarters

group: xikers

pair: junmin x fem!reader

genre: college au, roommates to lovers, forced proximity, fluff, suggestive

word count: 3.2k

content: making out, coarse language, suggestive jokes

a/n: AAAAHHHH IM GOING CRAZY RAAGGHHH PARK JUNMIN

The rhythmic ticking of the library clock filled your ears as you mindlessly tapped your pencil against the desk, eyes flitting between the PowerPoint opened on your laptop and the blank paper in front of you as you tried and failed to put a single thought into words. You'd never struggled this much simply taking notes before, and you couldn't help but put all the blame on the one man that'd been taking over all your thoughts recently.

Suddenly, a strong arm reached over your head and shut your laptop, making you look up just to meet eyes with the exact man you'd been struggling to push out of your mind.

“Hey…” Junmin muttered, smiling softly.

“Hey there…” You smiled back, immediately forgetting all about the silent beef you had with the man looking down at you for making your study session much harder than it needed to be. “What're you doing here?” You asked with a slightly flirty lilt to your voice that you couldn't deny was slightly on purpose.

He gripped the back of your chair with both his hands, his knuckles grazing your shoulders and making your cheeks prickle with heat.

“Hmmm…just checking up on my favourite roomie.”

You giggled softly, watching the way his bangs fell as he tilted his head playfully. “I'm your only roomie.”

His smile widened slightly and you felt a small shiver run across your skin as he grazed the tip of his index finger across the nape of your neck, forcing you to train your eyes on the small mole on his nose to keep yourself from looking away.

“Well…I guess that means you're automatically my favourite…lucky you.” His warm breath hit your face as he spoke softly and you felt your heart melt inside your chest. You only realised how dazedly you were staring at him once he spoke up again, his fingers brushing over your forehead to swipe some hair from your face.

“We still on for tonight?” You smiled widely and nodded excitedly before he stood up straight and ruffled your hair. “Perfect. I gotta go now so…see you later at home.” You caught a glimpse of a small blush growing on his cheeks before he walked away, your eyes staying trained on his figure until he pushed through the library doors and was fully out of sight. You sighed in such a way that could only be described as ‘lovesick’ and turned your head back to your work, only to meet eyes with your friend sitting across from you. The friend you'd somehow completely forgot was there.

“Now what…was that?” She questioned. “You two got a thing going on or what?”

You felt your whole face flush bright red as you lifted your hands in defence.

“N-No!! He-Hes's just my roommate!” You stuttered out.

“‘Just’?”

“Y-yes! Nothing more. Nope! No funny business here!” You forced a laugh a little too loudly, flinching at the aggressive ‘shhhhh’ you received from a few surrounding students.

“Sure~” She responded sarcastically. You sighed and dropped your head against the desk. “But, y’know, as your friend I feel obligated to make sure you know how completely and totally heart-eyes he is for you.”

At that moment your head snapped back up and you had to force yourself to keep your voice down.

“...N-No way..” You chuckled wryly, turning your head away as if that would hide just how red your face was from her.

“Yes, way. The tension between you two is so insane, I felt it from all the way over here.”

“Shhhhh…” Your hands slowly creeped up over your face, the heat literally radiating from your skin like a heat pack. “I-I'm just a roommate to him. That's it…” You mumbled.

“Girl. He wants you. Like really wants you. The look in his eyes was like…he was basically undressing you with his eyes–”

“ABWUH-!?” You almost threw yourself over the table to clamp a hand over her mouth and shut her up. There was absolutely no way the rate at which your heart was beating was healthy. “How could you say that..??” You wanted to yell but your words ended up coming out in more of a whisper-shout. Your friend smiled, amused by your fluster.

“What? I'm just pointing out what I saw.” She chuckled lightly as you sunk back into your chair. “And what did he mean by ‘still on for tonight'? You sure you guys aren't dating?” You blushed hard for the billionth time, quickly stuttering back a defence. “W-We’re not! There was just this movie I wanted to watch…and he said he wanted to watch it with me so we're gonna have a whole movie night tonight at home.”

“And what kind of movie is it?”

You kept your eyes down at your paper as you spoke softly.

“...A romance.”

“Oh girl, he wants you so bad.”

“YOU-” You caught yourself, quickly glancing around to see if anyone heard your sudden loud tone, and sighing with relief to see all the other students too focused on their own work to notice. You pulled your lips together tightly, trying to suppress the embarrassment bubbling up and the unsteady beating of your heart.

“I….I gotta go!” You hastily shoved your things into your backpack, ignoring the chuckling of your friend, before slinging the bag over your back and turning on your heel towards the entrance.

“Good luck. Have fun~” You heard her say before shoving your earbuds in your ears and pushing the doors open, the breeze of the outside world cooling your fiery face. Breathing a small sigh, you began the journey from the campus back to yours and Junmin's small shared apartment, cursing the fact you had so many love songs on your playlist on the way.

You sighed as you flopped down onto your bed, tossing your bag next to you and pulling your earbuds from your ears. Rolling over onto your back and staring up at the ceiling, you thought back to all your friend had said, immediately feeling your face heat up again. “He wants you so bad”. If only it were true. A part of you really wanted to believe it was true, that maybe Junmin did feel the same way about you as you did about him. But you were terrified of the rejection if he didn't, terrified of the embarrassment. Hell, terrified of the awkwardness of having to continue living with the person who rejected you. You couldn't bear that. Therefore, you couldn't risk it.

You sat up weakly on the edge of your bed, grasping your phone and checking the time. At that moment you heard the front door click open, your legs picking you up off the bed almost on their own and carrying you to your bedroom door. You cracked the door open and your eyes met the back of Junmin's head as he placed his bag down on the counter. You smiled slyly, creeping out of your room and tiptoeing across the floor towards him.

“...Hey.” You poked his spine and felt him flinch.

“OH!” His head spun around and you watched his startled expression morph into a soft smile as his eyes landed on your face. “Hey…you startled me.” You took in the way his voice instantly changed to a smooth and gentle tone, so obvious that it made your heart flutter in your chest.

He turned his whole body to face you, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter. “I didn't think you'd be home before me.”

Your smile widened.

“Well, I didn't think you'd be home so quickly! Did you ditch class or something~”

He chuckled softly.

“No, no, never. I just took the bus rather than walking. I wanted to be home before you but,” he trailed his eyes over your figure, making your stomach turn like crazy until he met your eyes again, “clearly that didn't work out.”

“Well…why'd you wanna get here before me, huh?” You poked at his arm playfully.

“I…wanted to surprise you.”

“Surprise…?”

He stepped aside and revealed the grocery bag sitting behind him. You stepped forward and peeked in like a little kid seeing what gift her parents bought her.

“I got all your favourite snacks. Yknow, for the movie tonight.” Your smile quickly widened and you gasped before turning to him and wrapping your arms around him, his hands quickly meeting your waist to steady the two of you.

“Thank you!”

You heard him giggle.

“Y-Yeah, of- of course, yeah, you're welcome.” His voice cracked slightly and you suddenly realised the position you two were in, completely locked in an embrace, his hands on your waist and your head against his chest. Without another second, you peeled yourself off him, scratching your cheek shyly and looking down at the floor.

“...Thank you…” you repeated in a calmer, shyer tone, the pounding of your heart resounding in your ears like a bass drum. A small chuckle left him and you peeked up at him to see him smiling so incredibly softly at you, your heart fluttering.

“...It's no problem…cutie..” That last word escaped his lips in a whisper as he turned away but you still heard it, the word hitting you and making your head spin. You were almost convinced you were going to pass out with how hard your heart was pounding. Did he have any idea at all of the effect he had on you?

“I'm just gonna get changed really quick..” he muttered before turning towards his room, the deep redness covering his ears shining brightly through his dark hair. You watched dazedly until he disappeared from sight, a habit you'd developed recently but had absolutely no problem with, before realising you were still in the clothes you went out in as well.

You rushed back to your room and changed into something much comfier: a pair of white cotton shorts and an oversized shirt that was only barely short enough to see the hem of the shorts. Entering back into the living room, your ears perked up to the sound of running water. “I guess he's taking a shower..” you thought as you began opening the bags of snacks and emptying them into various bowls so that the two of you had a whole selection as you watched the movie. You were carrying the final bowl over to the coffee table when you heard the bathroom door clicking open, your head instinctively snapping to look over, only to be immediately filled with regret. Junmin was ruffling his wet hair with a small towel, another towel wrapped around his waist and…well, that was it. You almost dropped the bowl you were holding at the sight of his muscular torso and arms, your mouth falling open and your face growing redder than ever before as your eyes stayed stuck on his abs.

His eyes met yours and widened, his own face developing a red hue of his own as he realised the situation.

“S-Shit- sorry!” He exclaimed before rushing into his room and slamming the door shut. You carefully placed the bowl down on the table before sinking to the floor, the sight of Junmin's toned torso burned into your mind.

“...Are you serious…?” You mumbled, sighing and rubbing your hands over your bright hot cheeks like that'd cool them down faster.

Soon, Junmin emerged from his room again in a shirt and sweatpants, shakily stepping towards where you had curled yourself up on the couch with a blanket.

“S-Sorry..” He stuttered, sitting on the far opposite end of the couch and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. You took a breath and swallowed, keeping your eyes glued to the coffee table as you spoke, not even daring to look him in the eyes.

“It's good...just…what even went through your head to leave the bathroom like that when you knew I was out here?” You chuckled slightly awkwardly, trying to ease the thick tension between you two. He let out a sigh, relaxing into the couch.

“I don't even know…recently my brain has just not been working properly. It's like…I'm always in a daze and I can't think straight.”

You felt your heart jump as he described exactly how you've been feeling as well, the thought that he's been feeling the same making your mind run rampant. You lifted your head to smile shyly at him.

“Same…”

His eyes met yours and butterflies filled your stomach as he smiled that familiar soft smile, a light pink hue covering his cheeks and making him look sweeter than usual. Or maybe it was just your lovesick gaze that perceived him that way.

He scooted over closer to you and you followed suit until the two of you were huddled together, blanket across your legs and TV remote in Junmin's hand.

“Excited?”

You smiled widely and nodded.

“Yes! I've been wanting to watch it for ages but I just cannot watch movies alone like…I need someone to commentate to.” He giggled softly, beginning to navigate through Netflix. “I'm glad you wanted to watch this too. It feels like fate.”

“Hmm? O-Oh yeah…uh totally!”

He quickly found the movie and set the remote down next to him as it began playing. Immediately, you snuggled up to him, leaning your head against his shoulder as you desperately ignored the frantic beating of your heart. You could've sworn you heard his breath catch in his throat, but you didn't want to let your mind get taken over by your delusions and fantasies. Not now.

You focused on the movie as it began playing, the female lead introducing herself and the male lead as roommates in the way that a narrator would. You tilted your head to look up at Junmin, smiling softly and giggling.

“Look at that, they're just like us.”

He smiled down at you softly, stifling a giggle until his attention was drawn back to the TV by the sound of heavy breathing. The male and female lead were making out. Aggressively. You felt your whole face flush bright red and your mouth fall open, while Junmin quickly burst into a fit of squeaky laughter at the comedic timing of your comment.

“Oh yeah? T-They're just like u-us, huh?” He stuttered with a smile and a lightly cracking voice, looking down at you as you buried your face against his arm. Your whole body felt hot and your heart was pounding like crazy. You were embarrassed but a part of you wanted to be bold. A part of you wanted to take a risk. You couldn't help yourself anymore.

“...I hope so…”

Just 3 words, but they changed everything between you two. Junmin went completely silent and you clutched at his arm, waiting for him to say something. Anything. Eventually, you lifted your head and peered at his face, preparing yourself to see him looking down at you with disgust. You didn't even get the chance to see his expression before his lips found yours, one of his hands holding steady to the back of your head as he kissed you with a passion that knocked the wind out of you. The blanket slipped to the floor as he shifted his body to push himself further against you, his other hand splayed out across your lower back and pulling your body to curve with his as if he couldn't stand being even a single millimetre apart any longer. Your hands grasped at his broad shoulders as you fell back against the soft cushioning of the couch, Junmin's hand that was once behind your head now propping himself up over you as his lips relentlessly stole the air from your lungs. His still wet bangs fell over your forehead and forced a shiver up through your body as you gasped for air. You squeezed Junmin's shoulder and he finally took his lips off of yours, only to trail hot kisses over your cheek, jawline, and down your neck. Your stomach tingled and flipped with every press of his needy lips to your skin, his own breaths coming out in gasps like he was drowning. You brought a hand up into Junmin's hair and grazed your nails over his scalp, earning a soft groan from him before he pulled at the neckline of your shirt and sunk his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder. You couldn't help but gasp, tugging at his hair gently and shutting your eyes tightly as he began sucking a mark onto your skin. He disconnected after about a minute, not like you were in the right mindset to register the passing of time, his lips separating from your shoulder with a wet smack and you opened your eyes to see him looking down at his work with a dark gaze unlike anything you'd seen on him before.

“...Mine…” he whispered softly before meeting your eyes once again. He quickly began kissing over your cheeks again as if he was addicted to the way your skin felt against his lips.

“Junmin…” You mumbled, trying to get his attention as your brain began to go into overdrive.

“Junmin!” You exclaimed, patting his shoulder like a wrestler tapping out, and he suddenly pulled back with a startle.

“H-Huh? W-what? What's wrong?”

His face was so red and he was breathing so heavily you were worried he might pass out. You ran a hand softly through his hair as you stuttered shyly.

“...Um…does this mean…you like me too…?”

You finally saw some light enter back into his deep gaze as he giggled softly before leaning his forehead lovingly against yours.

“...What do you think?”

You couldn't help but giggle, your heart filling with pure joy and excitement as you pressed a smiley kiss onto his lips, receiving a surprised squeak in response. He chuckled softly as you pulled away before dropping his head into the crook of your neck comfortably.

“...I really like you…” He muttered, as if to assure you exactly what he felt and you felt your heart swell. You combed your fingers through his hair slowly, just enjoying the closeness between the two of you that you had craved for so long.

“Well I really really really really like you…” you responded in a whispered tone, feeling a shiver run down his neck from your words. He went silent for a few moments before breathing a hot breath against your neck.

“...Can we continue where we left off?” He muttered before lifting his head and looking down at your lips with a newly sparked fire in his eyes. To be honest, you wanted nothing more, but you also felt like teasing him a little.

“...Guess we're not watching that movie anymore.” You mumbled with an exaggerated pout. Almost immediately, he reached down to the floor and found the remote that'd been knocked off within the chaos of your passionate kiss. He quickly rewound the movie back to the beginning and paused it before placing the remote of the coffee table and cupping your face with his hand.

“There…” he huffed, already bringing his lips to meet yours again. You giggled softly.

“You're so-”

“Cute” was what you were going to say before the word was swallowed by his lips, and you were way too in love with him to care.

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 5 months ago

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by your side. ( sean renard x reader )

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It had been a long trial, especially when facing someone you thought you had left behind after university. He was still the arrogant know-it-all that he believed he was, but you found solace at home away from the office where he often stopped by to bring coffee. You had no interest in his tactics to win you over, hoping you would go for a lighter sentence for his client.

But when a member of his client's family was murdered, leading to his client wanting to change his plea, that solace was taken from you as you went to the scene, and agreed to meet at your place to discuss a new deal now that his client was willing to fold on his employer.

Diana was sitting at the dining table when he arrived and she observed as you spoke on the sofa, paying more attention than you thought she did, and didn't like the way the man was looking at you, interrupting you to comment on your perfume or your hair. It was an amateur tactic to get you confused, but you remained focused on the case.

You left the room briefly to find a book you had been using for research and Sean arrived home minutes later, finding the man struggling to breathe due to his tie tightening around his neck, on his knees on the rug as he tried to free himself. Sean set his briefcase down calmly, taking in the scene.

"I found that book -" You dropped the book in shock, "Oh my god!" You looked at Diana whose eyes were glowing, "Diana! Stop it! Let him go!" You looked at Sean who stood with his hands in his pockets, a contemplative expression on his features. "Do something!"

You huffed when he didn't, and approached Diana, "Honey, you need to let him go."

"He wants to take you away! I won't let him take you away!"

"I'm not going anywhere." You told her. "Why would you think that?"

"I've seen the way he looks at you. He wants to take you away from daddy! Away from me!"

You looked at Sean for a further explanation, "He's attracted to you. Diana is very perceptive."

You turned to Diana, a frown on your lips, "I'm not going anywhere." You knelt down, taking hold of her hands. "Look at me," She looked away from the man who fell over, gasping for breath but you ignored it, keeping your focus on Diana. "I wouldn't leave you two for the world."

"Really?"

You nodded, "Really." You assured her. "I love you. And I might be a little annoyed with him right now," You looked over at Sean, "but I love him too." You met her gaze, "So don't ever think that, okay? I'll be here as long as you want me to be."

"Then you'll stay forever!" She hugged you tightly and you smiled softly, kissing her head when the man began to shout, drawing your attention.

"You crazy - what the hell was that? You people are crazy!" He continued to yell as he tossed his work into his briefcase and you knew he couldn't be allowed to tell anyone about Diana.

"Go to your room. I'll be through in a second."

She nodded, leaving down the hallway, and you gasped when Sean struck. You closed your eyes, opening them moments later to find the man unconscious on the floor.

"You really didn't notice he was attracted to you, did you?" His lips turned upward in amusement.

A year ago you would have run screaming, but you had adapted to the violence and the need for secrecy. Diana was powerful and although the blonde could be terrifying at times when she showed her powers, you couldn't let anyone who posed a threat walk away.

"I thought he was trying to distract me because of the case." You spoke in your defence.

"The only thing he was interested in was getting beneath that dress."

You gestured to the body in your living room when his eyes raked up and down your body. "Unconscious civilian in our living room!"

Sean dealt with it discreetly while you went to speak to Diana who was in much higher spirits. You knew that beneath all that power she was still a little girl who didn't yet know better, but you knew she was starting to understand that she couldn't use her powers on everyone she disliked - although you knew Sean told her different.

You sighed as you headed downstairs, running a hand through your hair, sucking in a breath when you nearly crashed into Sean who was coming upstairs.

"Where is Diana?"

"In her room. She said she's sorry but I think she's too much like her father."

He stepped closer so he towered over you, causing you to tilt your head up to hold his gaze. "Did you mean what you said downstairs?"

You nodded, "I know we started off casual but exclusive, but I think we're way past that now, don't you think?"

It was true. You had been on-off lovers for a few years, but in the last year, your relationship held deeper meaning. Feelings were involved although they were never discussed. Until today.

You closed your eyes when he kissed you, bringing him closer as he deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You bit your lower lip when he pulled away suddenly, hands resting on the nape of his neck as you met his gaze.

You knew it wasn't easy for him to discuss his feelings, hence why you agreed to a purely physical arrangement, believing it was better than nothing at all. And while you had entered knowing what you felt was doomed to be nothing more than attraction on his end, you didn't hesitate even if it meant being broken-hearted in the end.

"What you said downstairs," He wet his lips drawing your attention to them, leaning in as his gaze centered on your lips.

"About staying by your side because I love you?"

He nodded, and you repeated the motion, eyes half-lidded as he brought you closer until you pressed against him. "I want you to know that...I love you."

You leaned up, kissing him tenderly before pulling away moments later. "I knew before you did."

Sean raised an eyebrow, and you giggled when he shook his head, his nose brushing against yours. "Oh, you did, did you?"

You hummed, smiling as you ghosted your lips across his. "But I've waited a long time for you to say it. If I had known it was because of your daughter nearly killing the competition I would have paid a little more attention. Although it is rare that I see you acting jealous...and it's a good look on you, Captain."

Sean knew you were only teasing. You were like him. No one else existed, no one else registered on your mind except for each other. And neither of you planned to let go.

"You know Adalind is picking up Diana in forty minutes..."

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" You asked.

"That depends...what do you think I'm suggesting?"

"An early night, body pressed against body, glistening with -" You smiled when he interrupted you with a kiss, placing a hand on his cheek as you leaned into him.

When you fell asleep next to him for the first time, the surprise of his presence wore off quickly as you settled next to him, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking if he was staying the night. He routinely left once you were both completely satisfied but that night he remained in your bed, and you listened to his racing heartbeat slow into calming thuds that lulled you to sleep.

Later that night, closer to the early hours of the morning, you lay in a similar position, your head on his shoulder, your palm resting on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. He placed his arm around your shoulders and his fingers traced patterns on your arm as both your heartbeats returned to normal.

You felt him kiss your hair and turn your head to meet his gaze. You had dreamed about moments like this for weeks, and now you were living it.

"I love you."

A smile formed on your lips at his declaration, "I love you too."

Sean leaned down, capturing your lips, and you placed a hand on his neck as he rolled, hovering over you. You would never tire of seeing the raw emotion in his eyes reserved just for you. You knew that somehow, you wouldn't be left broken-hearted. And when he placed a ring on your finger he vowed never to cause you any pain, to love you until the end of days, and it was one vow he would never break.

#sean renard #sean renard x reader #grimm

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kckt88 · 8 months ago

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The Lost Dragon IV - Harmonize.

Summary:

In the aftermath of her failed escaped attempt, Vaelys seeks to make amends with Aemond.

On Dragonstone, Rhaenyra recieves news of her daughter and makes the wrong assumption.

Warning(s): Angst, Mild Fluff, Threats, Language, Uncle/Niece Incest, Smut - Spit Kink, Oral Sex (F-Recieving), P in V, Multiple Positions, Voyeurism, Aegon Being a Twat, (Wrong) Assumptions.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3970

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated

As Aemond's heavy footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, his grip on Vaelys' arm tightened with each stride.

His wife stumbled beside him, her eyes wide with fear and desperation, a clear indication of her failed attempt at escape.

Vaelys' heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to keep pace with Aemond's furious strides.

The tension between them was palpable, thickening the air with unspoken words and unvoiced accusations. Aemond's anger burned like wildfire, fuelled by the betrayal he felt at Vaelys' attempt to flee.

But beneath the rage lurked a deep sense of hurt and disappointment, a gnawing ache that threatened to consume him whole.

Silence stretched between them, broken only by the echoing sound of their footsteps against the cold stone floor. Vaelys dared not speak, knowing that any words she uttered would only serve to further enrage her husband.

Finally, they reached the door to their chambers, looming before them like a silent sentinel. With a forceful push, Aemond flung it open, dragging Vaelys inside with him.

Once inside, Aemond released his grip on Vaelys' arm, but his eye remained locked on hers, burning with a mixture of fury and sorrow.

"You said you chose me”.

Vaelys recoiled slightly, her own eyes brimming with tears. "I do choose you, Aemond, but-"

"But what?" Aemond interrupted, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Why did you try to leave me?”

Vaelys swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor "I miss her, Aemond. I miss my mother. I miss the sound of her voice, the way she would hold me tight when I was scared”.

Her words hung heavy in the air, the weight of her longing palpable in the silence that followed. Aemond's features softened, his anger giving way to empathy as he reached out to gently brush away her tears.

"I'm sorry, Vaelys," murmured Aemond , his voice filled with remorse.

Vaelys nodded, her throat tight with unspoken emotions "I just-I just wish she were here, I wish she could hold me one more time, tell me that everything will be alright."

Aemond pulled her into his arms, holding her close as she wept softly against his chest.

“I might pretend to be brave, but I-I’m scared of Aegon, of what he might do" confessed Vaelys her voice muffled slightly as she pressed her face into the leather of his jerkin.

"Your safety means everything to me, and I swear on my life that I will protect you, no matter what” replied Aemond.

The silence was shattered by the sudden entrance of Aegon, his presence filling the room with an aura of authority and fury.

His eyes blazed with a fiery intensity as he fixed his gaze upon Vaelys still wrapped in Aemond’s embrace.

"VAELYS" roared Aegon, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "You dare to attempt escape from the Red Keep? You dare to defy the King of the Seven Kingdoms?"

Vaelys recoiled at the force of Aegon's wrath, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for his inevitable retribution.

But before she could utter a word in her defence, Aemond tightened his grip around her.

"It's not her fault, Aegon," Aemond declared, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within him. "She didn't know-she didn't know that Erryk was posing as Arryk"

Aegon's brow furrowed in confusion, his anger momentarily tempered by surprise. "What are you talking about, Aemond?" he demanded, his tone demanding an explanation.

Aemond took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering from Aegon's steely gaze. "Erryk, he disguised himself as Arryk," he explained, his words carefully chosen to deceive Aegon and protect Vaelys from his wrath. "Vaelys thought it was Arryk who came to her, not realizing the deception until it was too late".

Aegon's expression darkened with suspicion, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized Aemond's words for any hint of deceit. But as he looked into his brother's eyes, he saw only unwavering determination.

After a tense moment of silence, Aegon's features softened slightly, the fury in his eyes giving way to a begrudging acceptance.

"Very well. But make no mistake, Aemond. If there is even a whisper of disobedience from your wife again, there will be consequences."

Aemond nodded solemnly, his relief palpable as Aegon stormed out of their chambers, leaving them alone in the wake of his fury.

"Why did you lie for me, Aemond?" asked Vaelys, her tone laced with uncertainty.

Aemond's eyes softened as he met her gaze, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Because I love you” he confessed, his voice tender and sincere. "I would do anything to protect you”.

Vaelys' breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart fluttering with a mixture of disbelief and longing. "But-why?" she questioned, her voice trembling with emotion. "We haven't been married for long, and our families-their on opposite sides of a war."

Aemond reached out to gently cup her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Because my love for you has always been there, Vaelys," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Even when we were children, and our families were divided by conflict, I couldn't shake the feeling that you were meant for me."

Tears welled in Vaelys' eyes as she listened to Aemond's heartfelt confession, the weight of his words sinking deep into her soul. "I never knew," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I always believed that you thought I was annoying".

“You were annoying, still are actually. But now, with everything that's happened, I realize that life is too short to keep secrets. And I want you to know, Vaelys, that I will love you no matter what” confessed Aemond.

Vaelys smiled as she tightened her grip around Aemond’s body, her fingers digging into the cool leather.

"Vaelys, write to your mother. Write to her, and I will send it” said Aemond.

Vaelys looked up at Aemond, her eyes shimmering with gratitude and longing.

"You would do that for me?" whispered Vaelys, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Aemond nodded, his expression unwavering. "Of course," he replied, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Your mother deserves to know that you're safe, that you're loved. And I will do everything in my power to make sure she hears from you."

Tears welled in Vaelys' eyes as she surged forward and pressed a firm kiss to Aemond’s lips, her heart overflowing with gratitude.

"Thank you," murmured Vaelys, her voice choked with emotion.

Aemond squeezed her hand gently, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "It's my pleasure, Vaelys," he assured her, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Now go, write your letter”

Vaelys sat at Aemond's desk, the quill in her hand poised over the parchment as she carefully crafted her letter to her mother.

As she wrote, Aemond watched from where he was sitting, his gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and tenderness.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Vaelys set down her quill, her letter complete. She rose from her seat and made her way to the drawer where Aemond kept his writing supplies, intending to return the ink and parchment to their rightful place.

But as she reached for the drawer, her eyes fell upon something unexpected – a stack of papers tucked away in the corner. Curiosity piqued, she pulled them out and gasped in astonishment.

It was a collection of drawings that she had made as a child, images of knights and dragons and fantastical creatures that had once filled her imagination.

And as she flipped through them, she realized with a start that they were the very drawings she had given to Aemond all those years ago.

Tears welled in Vaelys' eyes as she looked up at Aemond, her voice barely above a whisper. "You kept them," breathed Vaelys, her heart overflowing with emotion.

Aemond nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Of course I did," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "They reminded me of the little girl who stole my heart all those years ago”.

Without a word, she launched herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his in a desperate, passionate kiss.

Aemond was taken aback by the sudden display of affection, but he responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around Vaelys, and pulling her close.

"I want you-” muttered Aemond.

“-Then have me”.

Aemond hooked his arms around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Vaelys watched as Aemond spat on her cunny.

His singular eye quickly looking at her before he lowered his head and pressed into Vaelys’ core with his tongue.

Vaelys clutched the bedspread above her head, her fingers digging into the fabric.

Aemond withdrew from her soaking wet core, licking at her pearl with his tongue. He was hard, fast and brutal, alternating between her assaulted bundle of nerves and drinking deep from her cunt.

Vaelys ground down on Aemond, hard; his tongue speared deeper inside her, and she felt the warm curl of her peak approach.

“That’s it come for me baby-” urged Aemond, his fingers reaching forward to caress her pearl.

“AEMOND” screamed Vaelys arching off the bed as she peaked.

��Hmm” muttered Aemond as he pressed a series of kisses to Vaelys’ inner thighs.

“P-Please A-Aemond. Need you” begged Vaelys.

Aemond rose from the floor, his chin shining with her slick, he smirked as he swiped his fingers over his chin and then placed them in his mouth savouring the delicious taste of his wife.

Aemond moved up Vaelys’ body pausing to grasp hold of her left breast as he ran his tongue over the peaked rosy nipple.

“Oh-“ gasped Vaelys.

“Issa jorrāelagon-Issa glaeson-ñuhon” growled Aemond as he seized Vaelys’ lips in a ferocious kiss, his hard cock throbbing against her thigh (My love-my life-mine).

Aemond wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly ran it over Vaelys’ wet entrance, she began squirming impatiently against him as he continued to tease her.

“P-Please, I want you” exclaimed Vaelys desperately.

“Hmm” rasped Aemond as he slid inside her with a singular thrust.

His hips resting against hers.

Aemond started to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of his wife squeezing his cock.

"Faster, Aemond" begged Vaelys.

"Patience, issa dōna" chided Aemond as he ran his nose up Vaelys’ neck (My sweet).

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Vaelys

Her hands ran over his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back. Her nimble fingers mapped his back muscles and then went down to his arse and gripped him - pressing him into her harder.

“Gods, Vaelys" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond. Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me. I-I want your seed-give me a babe”.

Aemond groaned loudly, knew exactly what his wife was doing, but he couldn’t help himself. She wanted faster, he was going much faster now.

His pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from his wife’s luscious lips. Now he was quickly thrusting in and out, shaking the bed, the headboard banging loudly against the wall.

Aemond lifted Vaelys’ legs onto his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs, squeezing them together as he thrust his cock into her soaking wet cunny.

Vaelys folded her arms above her head as she moved her hips, meeting Aemond thrust for thrust.

“Aemond! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck!” screamed Vaelys.

“That’s it baby-come for me” exclaimed Aemond as he felt her clenching on his cock.

Aemond could feel the tension in his abdomen, but he didn’t want to come. Not yet.

Not even waiting for her orgasm to fully subside, Aemond moved Vaelys’ legs off his shoulders and manoeuvred her onto all fours, she whimpered as his cock slipped out, but he bent forward to press a series of kisses to her glorious arse, his hands kneading the soft flesh.

“P-Please Aemond” whispered Vaelys, her voice slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the mattress.

Aemond took his cock in hand and sheathed himself inside Vaelys once again, his eye rolling into the back of his head.

“Fuck” groaned Aemond.

“God. Yes. Aemond” moaned Vaelys.

He began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.

Vaelys took one of Aemonds hands that was on her hip and brought it towards her head.

Knowing what his wife wanted, Aemond placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into the mattress, her back arching. His cock reaching deep inside her as he moved with such ferocity it could rival an animal, his long silver hair unbound and sticking to his sweaty back.

Aemond then grasped both of Vaelys’ arms and held them behind her back as he pounded into her, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoed around the room.

Her screams of pleasure muffled by the mattress.

“Fuck. Vaelys-that’s it” moaned Aemond.

He took hold of Vaelys’ hair, twisting his fingers into the messy silver braid before he pulled her backwards, her sweaty back colliding with his chest.

Aemond held Vaelys tight too him as he fucked her, his cock reaching deep inside her.

One hand grasped her hip, his blunt fingers digging into her flesh. Whilst his other released her hair and moved to her throat, squeezing gently.

“Give it to me please” pleaded Vaelys her head lolling back onto Aemond’s shoulder.

Aemond could feel the tension building in his abdomen again, as he thrust his cock inside Vaelys.

“I want you to come on my cock again, but not like this-” muttered Aemond as he once again withdrew from his wife’s wet heat and propped himself up against the headboard.

“-Aemond” exclaimed Vaelys breathlessly.

“Ride me baby” replied Aemond as he pulled Vaelys on top of him. His hand moving to his cock, rubbing it along her folds before she sunk down and completely engulfed him.

“Oh” gasped Vaelys as she rolled her hips against Aemonds.

“That’s it baby, take it. Take all of me”.

Aemond placed his hands on Vaelys’ hips and marvelled at his wife as she rode him.

Vaelys dug her nails into Aemond’s chest as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.

“A-Aemond” moaned Vaelys as he sat up, moving his hand to her breast again and taking her nipple into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the rosy bud.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me” exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the other.

Vaelys’ thighs began to burn, as she felt her third climax approach, if her husband’s face had been sculpted by the gods themselves, then his cock had been given to him by the devil.

It was sin incarnate and Vaelys was ready to let it claim her fully, her husband had possessed every fibre of her being and she revelled in it.

“AEMOND” screamed Vaelys her vision going white as she came around his cock.

Her husband threw her back onto the bed his cock never leaving her warmth as he pounded into her, her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his body against hers as he chased his own end.

“God. Vaelys” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled his seed, collapsing on top of his wife, breathing hard.

It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses.

Meanwhile his wife was laid underneath him completely blissed out. Her heart pounding in her chest.

“I love you ābrazȳrys” whispered Aemond as he slowly pulled his softened cock from his wife and flopped onto the mattress beside her (Wife).

The pair of them completely oblivious to the pair of amethyst eyes that were watching them from the secret passageway.

“I must say well done to you brother-“ said Aegon.

“What are you going on about?” asked Aemond.

“Your wife-she was such a timid thing on your wedding night-crying as you stuck your cock in her, but now she takes it like a whore”.

“How do you know that?” retorted Aemond his cheeks tinged pink.

“Secret passageways-I was actually sneaking out to visit one of my favourite whores, when I heard the two of you-I must say I’m impressed, fucking her like that. I didn’t know you had it in you” laughed Aegon.

“You filthy wretch-“ snarled Aemond.

“Now-now brother. Remember that I am the King, and I could have you punished for laying hands on me” snarked Aegon.

“You disgust me” said Aemond.

“I did consider that you wasn’t enough for her, I mean how desperate must she have been to try and escape, suppose I shouldn’t really blame her, you can be quite dull” said Aegon.

“She didn’t-“

“Oh, please how stupid do you think I am, she tried to escape, and you lied for her. My brother ever the dutiful one, reduced to a cuntstruck-“

Aemond seized Aegon by his tunic and slammed him against the wall.

“You ever spy on me and my wife again and you’ll regret it” growled Aemond.

“Touched a nerve have I brother?” laughed Aegon as Aemond released him and stormed out of the room.

Vaelys and Helaena strolled through the lush gardens of the Red Keep, the fragrant scent of flowers filling the air as they wandered along winding paths. The gentle breeze played with their silver hair, carrying with it the soft melody of birdsong and the distant murmur of a nearby fountain.

Suddenly, a delicate butterfly fluttered into view, its wings painted in vibrant hues of blue and gold. With a graceful dance, it circled around Vaelys before landing gently on her outstretched finger, its delicate legs tickling her skin.

As the butterfly took flight, Princess Helaena's eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned to Vaelys, her hand reaching out to gently clasp hers. "Vaelys," she said with a mischievous grin, "I have an idea."

Vaelys glanced at her curiously, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What is it, Helaena?" she asked, unsure of what her friend had in mind.

"Let's summon Aemond to the gardens," Helaena suggested, her smile widening. "I have a feeling he would want to share in this moment."

Vaelys' heart skipped a beat at the mention of Aemond's name, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "But why, Helaena?" she questioned, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Helaena's smile softened into a sweet, reassuring expression as she squeezed Vaelys' hand affectionately. "Trust me, Vaelys," she said gently, "You'll want to sit down for this."

With a nod of agreement, Vaelys allowed herself to be led to a nearby bench by Helaena, her mind racing with questions and anticipation.

Moments later, a guard arrived at their side, his expression curious as Helaena instructed him to fetch Aemond to the gardens without delay.

As they waited, Vaelys felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, her hand instinctively moving to rest on her stomach. Helaena noticed her discomfort and offered her a reassuring smile. "It's alright, Vaelys,"

Before Vaelys could respond, the sound of footsteps approaching drew her attention. Aemond emerged from the foliage, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Helaena?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What's going on?"

Helaena's face lit up with excitement as she turned to Aemond, her eyes shining with joy. "Aemond," she exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement any longer, "Vaelys is with child.”

Aemond's eye widened in shock, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the news. For a moment, he was speechless, overcome with a flood of emotions – joy, disbelief, and overwhelming love for Vaelys and their unborn child.

As the weight of the moment sank in, Aemond crossed the garden in quick strides, dropping to his knees beside Vaelys and enveloping her in a tight embrace. "Vaelys," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "I'm going to be a father."

Aegon sat upon his throne, his expression a mask of smug satisfaction as he received the news of Vaelys' pregnancy. It was no surprise really given the frequency in which his brother would spill his seed inside his wife.

Aegon’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight as he listened to the messenger's report, relishing in the opportunity to wield his power over his older sister.

"Ah, excellent news indeed," Aegon declared, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Inform my good sister that I will be sending a letter to Dragonstone at once, informing her of this joyous occasion."

The messenger hesitated, sensing the thinly veiled malice in Aegon's words. "But Your Grace," he ventured cautiously, "The Princess has requested that the news be kept quiet for now.”

Aegon cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Nonsense," he scoffed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "It is my duty as King to ensure that Vaelys’ family is informed of such matters. After all, the news of babe is something celebrate”.

With that, Aegon dismissed the messenger with a flick of his wrist, his mind already racing with plans to use Vaelys' pregnancy to his advantage. As he leaned back on his throne, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, he relished in the thought of the chaos his announcement would sow – and the power it would grant him over his sister and his uncle.

Rhaenyra sat in her chambers, her hands trembling as she read the letter from her brother, Aegon. Her heart sank with each word, each line delivering a blow to her already fragile emotions.

Tears welled in her eyes as she absorbed the news of Vaelys' pregnancy – a bitter reminder of the cruel fate that had befallen her sweet girl.

Forced to carry the child of the man who had abducted her, Vaelys' plight weighed heavily on Rhaenyra's heart. The thought of her beloved daughter suffering such a fate filled her with despair, her mind reeling with a mixture of grief and rage.

As Rhaenyra clutched the letter from Aegon, her mind flashed back to another letter – one she had received from Vaelys not long after her marriage to Aemond. In it, her daughter had reassured her of her safety and happiness, claiming that her marriage was a blissful union.

But even as Rhaenyra remembered the words penned by her daughter's hand, doubt gnawed at her heart. Daemon had been the first to voice his scepticism, his instincts telling him that the letter had been coerced, that Vaelys' words were not her own.

Even with the inclusion of Avy jorrāelan naejot se hūra se aril. A phrase Rhaenyra would lovingly whisper to all her children when they were babes.(I love you to the moon and back)

Now, as she sat with the weight of Aegon's letter heavy in her hands, Rhaenyra couldn't shake the feeling that Daemon had been right all along. The thought that her daughter had been forced to write those words, forced to feign happiness in the face of such torment, filled her with a sense of guilt and helplessness.

"You were right," Rhaenyra whispered, her voice barely audible above the tumult of her thoughts. "Our daughter’s letter, it was a lie".

Daemon wrapped his arms around Rhaenyra, pulling her close as she buried her face in his chest, her tears staining the fabric of his tunic.

"We'll find a way to save her, Rhaenyra," he vowed, his voice soft yet resolute. "I won't rest until Vaelys is free from Aemond's grasp, and justice is served."

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MANNA FIC— CHAPTER ONE: PAPRIKA

Dark!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Dark!Will Graham fic, TW for eating disorders, noncon, abuse, drugging, mild Daddy kink (it'll all make sense).

Chronologically this is the first chapter in the series.

Keep reading after the cut

Later, when you reflect on your first meeting with Dr. Hannibal Lecter, you will marvel at the Sybilan apprehension that had wreathed the merest detail of that night: the oppressive colours of his office, grey and vermillion from window to wall, the very choice to have you see him at an evening appointment, penning you in by way of the darkness.

Yet, as you sit across from Hannibal in a low leather chair, you contain only a spiteful rancour, one foot jouncing testily as the doctor attempts to extract answers from you beyond a penchant for grudging monosyllables.

“I understand that you have seen therapists in the past,” he says, in a neutral tone.

You stare at the curtains in their dissected oblongs of red and ash, like bloodied teeth against the wall: anything but meet the eyes that seem to have already picked you apart in the mere minutes you have been before him.

“Yeah,” you mutter. “A couple of times. CBT stuff. I hated it. Doesn’t work for me.”

Dr. Lecter offers you a smile so imperceptible that he might not have moved at all.

“Understandable. Cognitive behavioural therapy is a better fit for anxiety and negative thinking— it has its place, but for patients with deeper trauma, their illness may prove too complex for it to be effective. Dialectical behavioural therapy would perhaps be more suitable, in your case.”

Shrugging curtly, you do not ask him to elaborate. There is no therapy in the book that you would warm to; you had set out tonight only to put an end to familial begging, in its absence of dignity.

You resent the nakedness of your secrets before this stranger, before anyone, your suffering made public domain. Like a brow-beaten captive, you are moved to defend your self abuse against all those who seek to extract it from you.

Hannibal watches you with a dry intensity, his gaze rarely straying from your face. He is a lean, polished figure in an impeccable red check suit, dark hair swept back from a face of meticulous and rather interesting beauty.

His brows are low, almost invisible, his eyes small, and as dark as tree flux, the nose—straight, and as debonair as the rest of him—leading down from two furrows that suggest an earnest and curious whimsy.

His air, thus far, has been both tactful and polite, unperturbed by your close-mouthed unwillingness to yield to quizzing in even the most inoffensive line. You should like him, you suppose, yet you have already branded him an enemy.

He is a man; how could you ever be expected to open up to him?

“How long have you struggled with your eating disorder?” asks Hannibal.

You cross your arms over your chest, barring him out, a theological defence against the vampire of such dreaded questioning.

“You’ve read my records. You already know.”

“Certainly, but I would like to hear your experience in your own words. Such documents may represent only the most objective truths, and reveal very little of you, or what you are feeling at any given moment. Besides, they are as fallible as the professionals that create them. If there are any inaccuracies, your answers will bring them to light.”

The implication that you may share, with him, an honesty that you have refused previous therapists bears a quiet arrogance that might have won you over, were you not set so resolutely in your hatred.

“Fine,” you say. “I’ve had it since I was a kid.”

‘IT’; the word may as well be in baleful capitals, the introduction to some eponymous beast. You will give your ailment no other name aloud, have never done so, except in clandestine internet entry, forcing the thorn further beneath the nail.

Dr. Lecter digests your simple answer, finding flavour in its enigma.

“You have no intentions of recovery without intervention. What served you in your formative years, you will continue to savour.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get better,” you retort. “It’ll always be there, so what’s the point?”

The question had shaken previous professionals into stumbling objection; not so Hannibal Lecter, whose ambiguous calm nevertheless bears the same imperceptible threat as the night.

“Would you say the same to an alcoholic?” he asks. “Many live out their lives through a succession of losses and victories, and likewise, many emerge fulfilled and content in having struck out on the path of self-betterment. Yet, by your logic, you would condemn them all in their relationship to illness.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” you object; your foot bounces so violently over the arm of the chair that Hannibal glances at it, his focus unbalanced by the distraction. “It’s different for me, okay?”

“In what regard? What prevents you from regarding your own struggles with the same grace?”

“It’s... it's not the same. I don't want to talk about it.”

Panic makes you feel almost buoyant in the room, a kite with your string cut, to be devoured by the wind.

“You have not yet reached the point that recovery seems possible, or even desirable to you,” says Hannibal, across your distress. “That is quite normal. For many individuals with eating disorders, recovery can take up to ten years to achieve— a long and difficult road, yet while there is no permanent cure, there is still reward in that destination.”

This you have heard before, in other iterations; he loses you a little, a mistake that he seems to catch in your reply.

“You don’t understand.”

“If you mean that I cannot directly empathise, that is true,” says Dr. Lecter. “I do not share your struggles. Food is a great pleasure to me. Still, I comprehend the crux of your illness— that you once seized a handhold in a rock when you were falling, and still refuse to let it go when there is earth to hold you.”

You continue to jiggle your shoe in a pattern of agitation.

“You’ll never be able to hold me.”

Hannibal leans forward and places a hand upon your foot, guiding it soundly still again.

“That remains to be seen.”

Your breath peters in your throat. It apalls you that he has touched you without asking, that his hand—so warm through the leather of your sneaker—makes you imagine it within the wet turncoat of your cunt.

Suddenly you’re standing from your seat without acknowledging the motion that led you there, like a frame scratched from an old tape.

“I’m leaving,” you say, abruptly. “I’m sorry. This just isn’t for me.”

Hannibal looks up at you, and the still, smooth planes of his features alarm you in their lack of urgency.

“Please,” he says. “Sit down. You will not be leaving here today.”

He is so slim and unassuming in his tailored suit that you feel yourself the red-capped girl of fairy tale, entering an elder’s cabin to the appetites of a wolf.

“What are you talking about?” you whisper.

Dr. Lecter leans forward, speaking with a low and graceful regret.

“I must inform you that your parents have signed a written agreement for you to enter inpatient care, overseen by myself and a colleague.”

Betrayal breaks across you in a death bed sweat: how could they? What have they done?

“No!” you say. “You're lying.”

Dr. Lecter pats a folder resting on the arm of his chair.

“I would be willing to show you the paperwork, if you insist upon it.”

“I don’t care,” you say, your voice a shrill of indignation. “They can’t just send me away without my permission! It’s illegal!”

“As guardians to a vulnerable adult, it is entirely so.”

You don’t believe him, although your parents evidently did, pressed by their earnest desperation to reverse the agonies of time.

“Whatever,” you say, coldly. “I’m not staying.”

Hannibal tilts his head at an angle of frosty amusement, and suddenly you grasp that this is no ordinary intervention, but incarceration, for reasons yet unknown.

Terror snarls through you like thunder, and you run for the door, wrenching at the handle to find it locked against you.

“What the fuck?” you cry, though you had known in your most basic, animal senses that this man—this room—would be your undoing.

Dr. Lecter has gotten up from his seat and is striding towards you, seizing your arms at the wrists, as firmly as a father; you turn your head in a feral reflex and attempt to bite him, stalled by the wool of his jacket in your teeth. He turns your writhing figure towards him, your skirt bunched up to your waist in the struggle, his palm a blacksmith’s tool on your bare skin, a scarring heat.

His expression is scarcely altered by the struggle, his breathing slow, even. You are no threat to him; he has surely restrained patients like this before, a necessary training.

You will not go quietly, as perhaps others have, before you. You bring your knee into his groin until you hear him grunt in the desired pain, but he does not lose his grip upon you, only drives you back against the door, his eyes churning with a wild satisfaction.

“You will learn not to disobey, little one,” he says, and before you can absorb the threat there is a needle at your neck, and chemical night.

You half-wake some hours later to the voices of two men, one of them Hannibal, the other unfamiliar, speaking in a curt and cautious rhythm.

“This is her?” asks the unknown man— through fluttering eyelids you see him, all rumpled hair and scowling good looks, an image from some obscure Brontë novel. “The patient you talked about on the phone? What have you given her? She looks out of it.”

“A mild sedative,” Hannibal replies, “with some additional compounds. It’s alright, Will. She will revive soon, likely in a confused state. This will pass.”

Will hangs back, his mouth an angle of uncertainty.

“Forgive me, Dr. Lecter, but I’m a little confused as to what I’m doing here.”

“Your role will be paramount to the healing process,” says Hannibal, touching a hand to his colleague’s flannel sleeve with familiar tenderness. “Together, we will each be whatever our subject requires from one moment to the next. A healer, a father, a lover, a friend—”

“All while crossing the boundaries of what could be considered valid treatment into an inappropriate relationship,” Will cuts in, sharply. “Surely that’s only going to make things worse.”

Dr. Lecter approaches you, adjusting a pillow behind your head; you are too out of it to object, unsure whether it is a chair or a bed you occupy in your prone state.

“What is appropriate is not always the most effective method of healing,” says Hannibal. “This patient requires complex support. Decisions to be made for her that other professionals would not be comfortable making.”

Will shakes his head, grimly amused.

“And you are.”

“Certainly. Over the years I have seen results from the most unorthodox approaches. I have an interest in observing how she will respond to mine.”

You watch the two men exchange glances, and blearily wonder if they are merely friends, or something more.

“Dr. Lecter, I have no idea how to connect with her,” says Will. “And frankly the idea of trying isn’t something I’m particularly enthusiastic about.”

“Your discinclination to be involved may work to her benefit,” says Hannibal, smoothly. “While my part is to provide gentle guidance and compassion, you will offer the firm hand required to leash the chaos of her disturbed mind and behaviours.”

Will scoffs in disbelief.

“The good cop, bad cop routine? That seems a little obvious for you, doctor.”

“And yet it may be precisely what she craves. Stability. Discipline.”

At this, there is a certain change in the air of the room; one day, you will know it as hunger, so many appetites contained between two men.

“Well, which one is going to come first?” asks Will, relenting. “Stability, or discipline?”

“When she is fully awake, we will know," say Hannibal. "And we will deliver it.”

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