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a little midday rollerblade canicross to get the beans out
#dogblr#rory borealis#rollerblade canicross#canicross#its pretty neat that rollerblade canicross tires her out so much more than regular canicross#i think its because i cue more pace changes while rollerblading#(switching between trot and canter and full out gallop and back again)#whereas in regular canicross im struggling to run fast enough so she can kind of mentally check out#its cool though#it really makes it worth the drive to go to the river valley park where we rollerblade#today she passed her first dog from behind!#weve past lots of dogs head on but not usually from behind#it was cool she did a little look-back but nothing major#honestly shes such a superstar
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This is part of a longer thing I may post on ao3 at some point but hereâs some silly little Jaytim texting AU. I use this format as a writing warmup.
EDIT: This has been posted on AO3.
[Unknown] »
Hey. This is Jason.Â
I have a favor to ask. You can say no.
« tim
uh
1. iâm aware of how favors work Â
2. what is it?
« tim
?
« tim
hey are you like. good
J »
Yeah fineÂ
Sry. Rethinking this maybe
« tim
what, do you need a kidney or something?
i canât give you a kidney.
i donât have any organs to spare.
J »
What ?Â
« tim
whatâs the favor?
J »
I wouldnât ask if it wasnt important
Iâd ask Roy but hes in star cityÂ
or Kori but shes off world
I tried dickhead but hes in haven. Cant get away tonight
« tim
yeah jason i get it lol
J »
So Im currently in the cargo hold of a private yacht
« tim
what >?
J »
Weâre caught in the storm thats hitting the city its a whole thing.Â
« tim
are you in the cargo hold of your own volition or did someone put you there
J »
So I dont think I can get back t
No its on purpose
« tim
hang on. youâre in gotham bay right now? in a boat? Â
jason this storm is really bad.
itâs already sunk a houseboat and a fishing boat at the marina
J »
I dont think I can get back totown toni
Christ you type fastÂ
Shut up for a sec. Clam down
Clam*
*Calm fuck me
Thought I was gnna be back tonight but bc of storm its not looking great.
Can you feed my sourdough starterÂ
« tim
what
J »
4511 overhill apt 6DÂ
Key under the neighbors mat. 6H
« tim
hey to clarify. âits not looking greatâ â what does that mean
J »
Starter is on counter. in glass jarÂ
Should just need one feeindg. Maybe 2. dependingÂ
« tim
on???
J »
On wwhen I get back?
« tim
so you do plan on coming back
J »
Yeah timothy Iâm in a boat not the heart of Mount Doom
« tim
yeah? vaders not there? so that means everythingâs fine?Â
J »
Did you
jst say Vader
As in Darth
« tim
???Â
J »
Oh my god
« tim
jason are you in peril or what.
J »
No im not in âperilâ lol.
Did you see the thing I said about my sourddough starter
It needs to be fed
« tim
wtf is a sourdough starter
nvm i googled it
J »
Its a live bacteria colony you use to mÂ
Oh ok
Yeah so it just needs 50g lukewarm water + 50g flour
Theres a scale next to the jar
Stir until it looks like hummus
Put lid back on
The end
« tim
the internet says if you put it in the fridge it doesnât need daily feedings
J »
Sure. But that would mess up my bread schedule
« tim
your bread scheduleÂ
J »
Man are gyou gonna fuckin feed Breadie Mercury or should I find someone else
« tim
im already en route.Â
J »
Oh
Ok
Thank you.
Wtf dont text and motorbike Â
« tim
how about you dont text and Sinking Boat
J »
Hey its not like Iâm gonna cause a boat crash
« tim
i was stopped at a red light đ
anwyay iâm at your place.
1. why do you not have a security system. when you said key under the neighborâs mat i thought you were joking.Â
2. how warm is lukewarm
J »
1. Iâm the security system
« tim
just rolled my eyes so hard it actually physically hurt
J »
God youre annoying
2. ? Its lukewarm
« tim
ohhhhh thanks! thatâs so helpful :) here i am trying not to murder your incredibly important bacteria colony that i just drove across town for but no thats great jason very descriptive thanks :)Â
J »
Like warm but not too wram, nothing youâd want to take a bath in
Can you fucking
I TYPE SLOW.
« tim
ok.
[Image Attached]
he is fed
J »
Thanks man.
Sincerely.
« tim
so hows the cargo hold going
still intact i assume?Â
J »
Mostly ya
« tim
pardon?Â
J »
Slight leakage. Nothing major
« tim
oh? are you a boatologist now?Â
i dont think youâre qualified to judge that?
J »
Moving right past âboatologistâ out of the goodness of my heart.
Chill lol. If it was rly bad thered probably be some sort of alar
Hm.
« tim
did an alarm just start going off
J »
Dont worry about it
« tim
im not.Â
did it though
also which yacht? im in the marinas scheduling dtabase
blue miracle, serendipity, carp-e diem? which one
« tim
jason?
« tim
if this is a joke itâs not funny
oh cool youâre not on comms either. great.
hey if youre dead again and i just fed your stupid starter for nothing im gonna be soooo mad just fyi
« tim
ugh.
*
J »
Hey
Thanks again for the
Iâm not gonna say âsaveâ bc I was doinf just fine on my own.
But thanks for the backup.
Lmk when youre home
Nope sorry lol you dont have to do that.
Night.
« tim
home
J »
Also I just saw your messaages from
Ah. đ
From earlier.Â
« tim
you mean from when you said âhuh, this boat seems to be filling with waterâ and then disappeared? those messages?Â
J »
Those were not my exact words.
« tim
right. your exact words contained somehow even less informationÂ
J »
Shut up
I just wanted toÂ
You know. Youre the only one who jokes about it
The only one in the family I mean
your family, I mean
The bats.
« tim
?Â
the only one who jokes about what
J »
Me being dead
« tim
oh.Â
ok. well
its not like. actually funny to me. i was just annoyed. sorry i guess
J »
No thats notÂ
Tim. Shut up.
I dont mind. I like that one of you does.Â
Its better than people talking around it. Like its this big shameful thing I did.
One of many
If I mention it in front of dickhead he does the face
the :~{ face
« tim
wow its uncanny
uh. for the record.Â
i donât think thatâs the reason people talk around it
if im correct in thinking that by âpeopleâ you mean âone specific person whose name rhymes with Rat CanâÂ
Â
J »
Yeah well
I just
Christ never mind. Im sorry. You are not the person to be sayign this to.
Im gonna shut the fuck up I think.Â
Goodnight.
« tim
oh what, you canât talk to me about being dead bc of that one time you tried to kill me?Â
and failed btw :/Â
J »
Tim
Not to be so unchill
But you know how me being dead isnt actaully funny to you
« tim
âŠgot it. sorry
J »
No. donât apologize to me
Ever
Iâm seriousÂ
« tim
like for anything?Â
what if i killed breadie mercuryÂ
J »
You didnt. He is thriving
« tim
he is?
wait. really?
you can tell?
J »
[Image Attached]
Hes doubled in size since you fed him.
« tim
whoa
J »
Yup. Thanks again for thattoo.
*that too
Its stupid but hes kinda my son.
« tim
wouldnât he technically be like, 10 billion sons
J »
He is my 10 billion sons.
« tim
lolol
wow. why am i so pleased hes thriving lolÂ
J »
Right
« tim
jeez
i was so worried about the water temp
google said lukewarm is 98-105 so i did 98 to be safe
J »
You used a thermometer?Â
« tim
your instructions were vague!
i didnt want to kill your bacteria colony!
J »
Thanks Tim.
« tim
? you already said that lol
i gotta pass out btw
glad you didnt die: the sequel in a yacht
that would have been so cringe
night jason
J »
Night
*
J »
You up?
« tim
obviously
why
J »
Could use your eyes on something.
[Image Attached]
« tim
morse code but the dots and dashes are reversed and its spelling backwards in russian, ASTITP AYALEB AVD RTSIRP â PRISTR DVA BELAYA PTITSA â PIER TWO WHITE BIRD
J »
Bc it looks like morse but its not, its kind of scramblÂ
Ok jesus christ .Â
30 seconds? Seriously? Fuck me
Can I hire you? Jesus lol
« tim
that depends. do you pay more than batman?
J »
The fuck? Does he pay you guys now?
« tim
no.
J »
Then yes. I do pay more than batman.
« tim
how much more
J »
One coffee per codebreak?Â
« tim
:\
J »
Two coffees per codebreak
Two and a loaf of sourdough
« tim
sourdough from breadie mercury?
J »
Ya
« tim
done
J »
Damn. I feel like you should have higher standards
« tim
i mean i was already gonna do it for free
now i have successfully negotiated coffee & sustenanceÂ
im on a roll. nothing but WsÂ
J »
Ws?
« tim
its young people slang you wouldnât get it â€ïž
J »
I am barely 3 years older htan you.
It could be argued, considering certain events, that weâre basically the same age.
« tim
and yet you text like an old, old man
J »
I do not
Would you rather I texted like âidk brb lmao roflcopterâ
« tim
ROFLCOPTER?
oh my god. ohhhhhh jason. oh my god
that is absolutely not what the kids are saying these days. oh my god
J »
Ok you know what. At least I know Mount Doom isnt a Star Wars thing
« tim
?Â
oh, is it star trek?Â
J »
Iâm 99% sure youre antagonizing me on purpose
But have you seriously not read or watched Lord of the Rings
« tim
no i have not.
J »
Hm.
« tim
what
J »
Nothing.
« tim
âŠâŠâŠ.what
*
« tim
did you NARC on me
to BRUCE
about LORD OF THE RINGS?????
J »
I donât know what youâre talking about.
« tim
WHY DO I NOW HAVE 3 SEPARATE SUNDAY AFTERNOON âHOUSE MEETINGSâ BLOCKED OFF IN MY CALENDAR, JASON?Â
WHY ARE THEY EACH 4 HOURS LONG?
WHY ARE THEY LABELED âCULTURAL EDUCATION (MANDATORY)â?Â
J »
I canât pretend to know what goes on in Bâs mind.
That said, I have reason to believe he and Alfred take lotr pretty seriously.
« tim
its a TWELVE HOUR MOVIE
about GOBLINS
J »
Iâm not gonna respond to that bc I know youre just lashing out.
« tim
if youve sentenced me to 12 hours of a movie i hate iâm gonna hack everything you own.Â
im gonna mass text the entire cape wearers community the footage of that time condiment king kicked your ass so bad he felt guilty and offered to personally help you out of the mustard poolÂ
J »
What the fuck
How do you fuckig know about ?????? that????????Â
Not that ithahpenedÂ
What hefuckk ??
« tim
ooooooooo you better hope i love these goblins!
J »
Why are you?? evil??
« tim
you should have killed me when you had the chance!!
sorry.
J »
Its ok. That one was pretty funny tbh.
Oh hm shouldnt have laughed just then. Bad timing on my part
Brb
« tim
uh
« tim
okâŠâŠ.. getting reports of a âdisturbanceâ at pier twoâŠâŠ..Â
« tim
sorry were you texting me *mid-standoff* with the russian mafia
« tim
ugh.
*
« tim
you know tracking your location would be so much easier if i didnât have to hack into your comm sys every time
luckily your encryption is garbage but still. its 2 minutes of my life i wont get back.
J »
Not sure I recall giving you permission to track my location?
« tim
oh iâm sorry. next time i will simply leave you to go down with a texas oil magnateâs incredibly tacky yacht, or get swiss cheesified by mobstersÂ
J »
Hey I wrapped up the russians myselfÂ
« tim
yeah?Â
J »
âŠ
YeahâŠ.
« tim
so you thought the 12-minute universal signal jam was the act of a benevolent god?Â
J »
:-|
« tim
im just saying it would be significantly more efficient if you agreed to a tracker
just one little tracker. you wouldnât even notice itâs there.
think of all the time and energy youâd save me
J »
I feel the need to point out that you donât have to repeatedly hack my comms system.
« tim
i mean itâs that or monitor sightings on the gocitizen app
i have an algo that texts relevant pings to me, which is super helpful for when i want an inbox full of random people talking about how hot you are. less helpful for literally every other circumstanceÂ
J »
Uh
What
« tim
how hot *red hood is. to clarify
in their opinion
the peopleâs opinion
J »
?
« tim
the people of gotham city
J »
The people of Gotham city do not think Red Hood is hot lol
« tim
waitÂ
i cant tell if youâre being serious
J »
Uh? Yeah Im being serious? Lol tf
Why would they think hes hotÂ
They dont think Batman is hotÂ
« tim
oâŠkayâŠ
huh.
how to⊠hmm
J »
Like nightwing sure
And the girls. Bc of objectification of women
« tim
oh wow
J »
Red Robin. If i had to guess
But when people see Hood its definitely not⊠that kind of response lol
« tim
what kind of response, exactly
J »
You know like saying âHey Hood youre hotâÂ
« tim
oh, wow.Â
okay. ummm
hmm. one sec.
J »
?
« tim
check your emailÂ
J »
OkâŠ?Â
J »
Oh my fucking god.
« tim
yeah
J »
Oh my god?
« tim
yeah
J »
This document is fucking 45 pages long?
« tim
its everything from the past 30 days yeah
J »
The past
Whaht the fuck
Ok some of these people definitely got hit by Poison Ivy.
This is . Tim wtf. I havent even heard of some of this stuff.Â
« tim
oof are you on page 14
J »
Im on page 3???
« tim
oh my god
J »
What the fuck
Please please tell me its not like this for Batman too
Tim
« tim
its not like this for batman :)
J »
Ok. Jesus. I would genuinely have to move cities.
« tim
its worse :)
J »
Oh what the fuck
Oh my fucking god page 14.
You get this shit TEXTED to you?????
Ohm ygod. You read this?????
« tim
i mean
no
i glance at it
for security purposes.
i dont like, read it read it
anyway did you seriously not know? haha
J »
No??? Again its not like people tell me
« tim
yeah but
like
theres a certain level of objectivity involved, here
yknow
sorry im trying to find a non awkward way to be like âhave you looked in a mirror latelyâÂ
« tim
sorry
that was in fact awkward!
nvm
just let me know if youâd be ok with the tracker. its fine if not
i was mostly joking about the hacking
J (From Work) »
No you werenât.
« tim
no i wasnt
i dont mind though. its like a brain teaser
anyway im going dark for patrol, later
*
J (From Work) »
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Question. why is the average Gotham citizen a raging horndogÂ
« tim
oh my god
you know i can tell you searched âred robin hotâ right
J (From Work) »
Figured it was only fair
[Screenshot Attached]
This persons got some mad zoom lens skills
Iâd think it was you, if it wasnt, yknow, you
« tim
wow. that is certainly a photo of my ass
âŠa stellar photo of my ass. wow.Â
do you have a direct link? i gotta send this to steph
J (From Work) »
goctz.app/user/3824973/post/29348230df3
Haha
I kinda thought you and blondie broke up
back on again?
« tim
no lol we are very much just friends
she has a thing going with someone who shall remain nameless but suffice to say itâs Going
anyway we just send each other gocitizen vigilante ass shotsÂ
its a whole genre
theyâre like trading cards
J (From Work) »
Guess everyoneâs got a hobby?
« tim
the only rule is no nightwing
J (From Work) »
Do I want to know why
« tim
he accounts for a frankly overwhelming percentage of vigilante ass shots
so its too easy
youâd THINK weâd have a no-batman rule, because ew, but due to the cape and his sixth sense for cameras pointed at him, a qualifying shot is actually extremely rare.Â
â only guy who ever managed to take quality photos of batmanÂ
anyway, we put it to a vote. i lost.
J (From Work) »
A vote between you and Steph?Â
You lost a 50/50 vote?
« tim
i dont wanna talk about it.
J (From Work) »
Right.Â
So what Iâm getting from this is you have Red Hood ass shots in your phone.
« tim
no
J (From Work) »
No?
« tim
well
J (From Work) »
Yeah?
« tim
we donât like, save them
that would be weird
we just notify each other. professionally, as colleaguesÂ
and keep an ongoing points tally
thats all
so i do not currently have photos of your ass in my phone. thank you
J (From Work) »
How many points is my ass worth
« tim
i hate everything about this conversation
J (From Work) »
Its 100% your own fault, answer the question
« tim
if you must know.Â
points are awarded based on a series of objective scoring criteria.
J (From Work) »
Uh huh. Like what
« tim
technical excellence
composition. lighting and color balance.Â
dynamismÂ
J (From Work) »
DynamismâŠ
« tim
creativity
umm
emotional impact
andÂ
subject matter
J (From Work) »
I see.
« tim
ok i know it sounds bad
J (From Work) »
It sounds fucking hysterical Im near tearsÂ
« tim
but if you think abou
oh
okay, well, great
J (From Work) »
Iâll let you know if I stumble on any more.Â
Or is that cheating
« tim
its totally cheating
please do
J (From Work) »
You got it red. đ
« tim
:)
#jaytim#canât emphasize enough that this is a silly thing i wrote for Me and My Friends but sharing here as well lol#my writing
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Hello hello! I am still absolutely obsessed with the "Fire" fic you wrote. You are such a talented writer omg, the storytelling, the humour, everything!
So I thought, I have an idea for a funny fic and I'm just gonna send it in LOL I remember Lando saying in an interview that he's really scared when he's the passenger. So what if his GF is speeding all the time and Lando is just internally freaking out and sweating while trying to keep his cool next to her?
Just an idea, if you don't wanna write it that's fine too (:
omg omg omg thank you so much! i'm blushing and i'm scared - hopefully you'll like this one! i added a detail that might be little over the top - but who knows? not me anymore.
I'll drive
"You have a car?!" Lando uttered, forgetting any table manners, the food he had been chewing nearly falling out of his mouth.
Y/N was dead silent, the look on her face strongly resembling a child who lied about cleaning their room and just blushed every toy under their bed.
Her boyfriend gave her a cheeky questioning look, and when it finally set in - the fact she had been hiding the existence of her car from him - he was truly stunned and somewhat amused.
"So, wait. You know how to drive?! Why am I always taking you places?" he asked rhetorically, never actually being bothered by that, but still.
"I don't know how to drive-" she tried before getting interrupted by her father.
"Of course she does, I taught her myself," the jolly man said and patted her on her back with a proud smile. Y/N's face got washed with crocked smile, as if she swallowed something truly detestable.
"No, I do not know how to drive-"
"Nonsense, she's alway been so hard on herself," he father continued. Y/N just sighed.
The young couple came to visit her hometown for the first time. It was lot of reminescing of old times and her school days - a context that Lando very much appreaciated. He had met her as a grown up woman, but that weekend, he witnessed many amusing moments and heard lots of stories that only childhood small towns hold. What did he love the most about this experience? The fact there was nothing for her to do to stop it, no matter how much she frowned. Influx of surprising moments, but this discovery topping all of them.
She saw Lando's perplexed face and tried to save the situation. "I never lied to you, technically you never asked...I just figured you like driving so much, why bother, especially if I am so bad at it..."
Lando was not having it. "Oh, you're not getting easily out of this one," he replied, biting his lower lip, actively having to remind himself of the fact her family was right there. There was something innately attractive about her being so raw and pushed into a corner. Just pure cuteness. "I'm sure you're not half as bad as majority of the people out there," he said, new plans forming in his head. "I think you and I should take her for a spin," he said, referring to the car, and hid his smile behind a glass. Her eyes were piercing his with an energy so intense, it was electrifying.
"No, Lando, I am not driving while you're in the same car," she stated firmly, not breaking the eye contact.
"Come one, sweetheart, it'll be fun," he said, honey dripping out of his mouth.
"It will be anything but that," she said, but Lando ignored that, turning into her father for more information.
"So what kind of a car it?"
The rest of the conversation continued in description of a car Y/N herself could only describe as red, her father telling a story about how he got it for his daughter and how she actually barely ever drove it, which apparently broke his heart.
//
Let's not forget, this was Lando - of course he had ulterior motives. While it was great, spending few wholesome days in the company of his girlfriends family, his frustration grew, because for some reason, she refused to have any intimate activities in her family's house. Why, he had no idea. But of course, he respected that.
She never mentioned anything about not having some nice outdoor sex in a car. He wanted to see her drive and also ride. His perfect afternoon.
Lando is not the best of passengers, often uneasy about the common mistakes casual drivers made. Taking over the wheel is a natural thing for him to do. But, this was an exception he was excited to make - how bad could it be, right? He learned the hard way not to ask that question again.
//
"You sure you don't want to switch places?" she asked, once again, doing everything she could to get out of this.
"Nope babe, passenger seat is the vibe for me today," he smirked, making himself overly comfortable sitting next to her.
She raised her eyebrows. "Here goes nothing, I guess," she murmured and put the keys into ignition.
Lando found it amusing, seeing her so hyper-focused, as if she was launching a rocket ship. To be fair, it was a manual car - so it was close.
Three deep breaths - I fucking hate this, she thought, turned the key and released the clutch. When the car immediately jumped, Lando regretted sitting in his usual obscure way, his head hitting the door with quite a loud bump.
"Told ya," she said and started the car again. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't possibly sell her mistake as an intention.
"You released the clutch too soon," he said while assessing the bump forming on his head.
"Do not give me advice when I drive, makes me angry," she announced and this time actually managed to start the car in a semi-ok way.
Lando watched his bubbly, happy-go-lucky, girlfriend turn into a monster and there was nothing for him to do to stop it.
Everything was somewhat fine when they were still on the quiet roads surrounding her neighborhood. She stopped on the way to the main road, watching two cars that were comically far away and letting them pass. They didn't have to say anything, both knew what the other one was thinking. Y/N knew there was plenty of time for her to join the road before those cars, but the lack of trust in her own abilities was making her wait stubbornly. Lando watched the scenery, amused and starting to understand that in this relationship, his place as the driver was more than secure. She didn't want to be in this position, in fact she was increasingly more mad, that Lando and her father teamed up on her. But since she was where fate got her, she was absolutely not accepting Lando smirking at her.
"I know what you think, we have plenty of time, so I will not be doing some stupid moves to get us both killed," she said and gripped the steering wheel even more.
To prove his point, Lando leaned over her and squirted his eyes and watched the slowly approaching cars. He gave her a sarcastic nod. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm joking, I'm joking," he said, putting his hands in defense.
"You better be, otherwise I'll just yeet us into the ditch."
"Feisty..."
And that was when the line got crossed.
"Fine!" she said, having no control over her emotions, and pressed the gas with new found energy. She turned, almost into a drift, and joined the main road, nearly having the two cars crash into her.
Lando gripped the handle, not expecting her to speed so much. His eyes went wide with realizations - she was the kind of driver operating on emotions. Had this been a racing track and an F1 car, he'd be having more fun, knowing the cars were epitome of safety. He was not so sure about this vehicle.
She had the "Tsunoda" energy and absolute lack of skill to go about it. Weaving, wrong gear almost constantly and not bothered by the sound her car was making.
"You're driving quite close to the lane, baby," he commented, getting more and more worried about their safety.
"Shut up, don't be all smart about it," she said, lips locked in a line. She was focused - not that it helped.
Another hard turn where she missed the right moment to go into it. Lando took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, trying to stay calm.
After few hundred metres, he couldn't take it again.
"I think you're way over the speeding limit," he mentioned.
"That's not what this says," he nodded to her speedometer. Lando leaned over and had to laugh.
"Yeah, that's definitely not correct. Honey, I'm sorry, but the lane - you are too close to it," he said in the calmest tone he could gather.
"My brain does not work like that, I see it more in an abstract way..."
His eyes nearly popped out. "You see the road in an abstract way? Oh dear god."
She sighed, not understanding what was the big deal was. "No like, it's a concept. It's not real, if there is nobody on the road, you can be anywhere."
"I'm pretty sure that's not the case, sweetheart," he said and thought for himself that it could be the case if she knew how to drive, but not like that. "Change the gear, you're burning your clutch."
She slapped the steering wheel. "I. Do not. Accept. Advice. At the moment. Thank you!" she said slowly before going on a rampage. "We both know you're exceptionally good at this, it was your idea, I tried to stop you, so now face the situation and do not tell me what to do because I might panic even more!"
"Ok, ok, calm down," he said, putting his hands up in defense and turning his head away to avoid watching her inventing a new way how to turn the steering wheel.
This sent her over the edge, truly giving up on any rules. She was mad, scared, uncomfortable and kind of hungry to be honest.
Lando stayed silent, worried for his life, regretting his decision and making a mental note to listen to her if she says she can't do something - if they survive this.
A huge bump and a loud noise. She barely managed to keep the car on the road.
"What is that?" she screamed, not knowing what to do.
"Front left tire puncture, retire the car! I mean, shit, stop, over there," he gestured, to the sideline of the road.
//
"Ok, so what now?" she said once it seemed like a decent amount of time for him to stop observing the wheel.
"It's just the tire, I'm sure you've got a spare at the back, right?" he asked and like the gentleman he was, got up and looked in the back for a replacement. When he got it out, he proudly put it in front of her, considering his part of the job done. She stared at him, not moving. "There you go," he said, encouraging her. "They taught you how to do this at driving school."
"Um, yeah. I missed that lesson. Can you do it?"
"How could you miss that lesson?" he asked in desperation. Both of them stood there, waiting for the other to take the lead. It was very unusual for Y/N to see him this passive around a car. "Come on, you must have had a question about this on your test," he pleaded.
And then it clicked. "Lando?" she asked, having a very strange feeling about his behavior. "Do you know how to change a tire?"
He stayed silent, pretending to ignore her question. Y/N's eyes went wide. "Oh my god, you don't know how to change a tire?!" she asked once again, unable to believe that could even be the case. "Isn't that like half of your job?"
"Well no, actually, my job is to drive. There is a whole team dedicated for changing my tires," he said matter-o-factly.
"You're a racing driver. Spend more time in a car than in a bed. And you don't know how to change a tire," she stated and started to laugh. "That's so rich."
He let out a heavy sigh. "I've never actually done it myself. Plus these are normal tires, different system."
"Oh my god," she said, unable to process.
The way how much this whole thing has backfired had Lando stuck. He was suppose to be engaging in inappropriate activities with his girlfriend at this moment. In his understanding of that, it did not include getting his phone out and searching for an online tutorial for bloody tire change. But, there he was. Y/N was suddenly having so much fun, coming off a high that was the adrenaline her body produced during driving. She was free and driving was impossible now. Bliss. In her opinion, this was all Lando's fault - she told him she couldn't drive. Payback time - hopefully Oscar would pick up.
She was dialing her phone, while he was trying to understand how to go about this.
Yes, he picked up! "Hi, this is Y/N," she said in a very serious tone. "Who are you calling?" Lando mouthed, his biggest worry that she dialed up her father and he is now going to have a reputation until the end of time. "Help," she mouthed back silently.
"Hi Y/N," was Oscar's response, the driver being somewhat confused as to why she was calling him. "What's up?"
"Glad you ask. Me and my boyfriend got into a serious situation."
"You and Lando?"
Lando frowned. "Are you calling assistance? We don't need them..."
She ignored him."Yes, I was forced to drive-"
"He let you drive?"
"Forced-"
"What kind of assistance is it?" Lando asked, doubting the whole phone call.
Y/N continued without pausing. "And we managed to get a flat tire, which I don't know how to fix and to surprise of the whole universe, he can't fix as well."
There was only laughter on the other end of the call.
"Y/N, who are you calling?"
Y/N pretended not the hear Lando. "Do you know how to change a tire?"
Oscar was more than amused, knowing he just gained a wild card to use on Lando anytime he would want. "Yes, of course I do. Put me on Facetime with him."
Y/N smirked at her boyfriend, who was still confused and with sparkles in her eyes handed him her phone.
"Oscar says hi!"
Lando blinked, several times. "What? No!...Shit. Hey Oscar," he waved at his teammate awkwardly.
"I have been summoned," Oscar announced, finding this all very amusing.
"Yes," Lando replied, defeated.
Oscar did not wait and took the situation in charge. "First step to do is make yourself seen, guys. You got a triangle?"
"Where's the bloody bucket hat when you need it the most..." Y/N mumbled, having Lando roll his eyes in reaction.
"I'll go and find it and you guys figure this out, ok?" she said handing over the phone to Lando and giving him a little peck on the cheek.
"I hate you," he said with a smile.
"I hate you more," she replied and skipped over to the trunk.
//
After series of creative curse words, one pair of ruined jeans and a celebratory high five, the pair stood once again in front of her car, staring at each other.
"I guess I'll drive us back," Lando decided loudly and waited for her approval.
"Agree. Let's not disturb the gods anymore. You're such a bad passenger princess anyway."
The past hour was filled with lot of conflicting emotions, but the only one that stayed was the love the two shared just by looking at each other.
"I'm sorry I forced you into this," Lando apologized softly. "It was not fair. I see that now."
Her lips turned into a weak smile. "Thank you. And sorry for calling Oscar. I'm sure he won't let you forget this."
He saw right through her. "No, you're not sorry about that - I can see the devil in your eyes."
She bit her tongue. "Yup."
It was hard for Lando not to kiss her in that moment. It was impossible for her to resist.
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From Ashes, Fire | Claimant Pt 3
summary: dragons take what they want, you and your brother are no different. but what will be left to burn in the name of happiness?
pairing: dark!aemond x sister!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, dark aemond, angst, angst but happy ending, very cersei/jaime coded moment that's all i'll say, major character death, noncanonical death, very brief descriptions of injury, blood, i promise it's nothing graphic, reader turns to the dark side lol, piv sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), minor breeding kink, possessive aemond, possessive reader, let me know if i missed anything!
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"Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty."
âJaehaera, please,â Helaenaâs voice is gentle and melodic even as she scolds her daughter, pointing at one of the straw-stuffed dolls in her tiny hands, âYou must share with your brother; how about you let him play with the knight, hm?â
One of Maelorâs little fists wraps tightly around your pointer finger as you chuckle at the displeased frown on the toddlerâs face when she shoves the doll in Jaehaerysâs direction, though her lips quickly lift into a smile at her motherâs praise.Â
âGood, thatâs very sweet of you,â your sister smiles, watching her eldest two children play, sitting cross-legged beside them on the plush blanket sheâd had spread out on the grass.Â
A cool breeze blows through the grassy field while you idly look around at the many red tents and campfires, observing the groups of people gathered around â knights sat at one of the many wooden tables, a few servants peel vegetables brought from the Keep, and various nobles, ladyâs maids, and other court patrons shuffle about.Â
Taking a deep breath, you turn your face toward the sun, cooler now as day turns to evening, and savor the first moment of peace youâve had in nearly a week. The days since your marriage to Jace have been⊠eventful, to say the least, with each new duty feeling like another stab to your already fragile heart. Respite hadnât even found you in the night, each one spent fending off your new husbandâs advances with excuses of your menstrual flux having come early, headaches, and various other ailments. He was getting anxious, you could tell â each night he pushed back a little more, arguing the importance of consummating the marriage, reminding you of the vows you had both uttered in the Sept.Â
But how can a vow mean much if the Gods know it was only ever a lie?
You had felt your motherâs eyes on you at every turn, watching you and your brother like a hawk. Though as the days progressed her fiery stare cooled to one of guilt â a penance for subjecting you to the same fate that had befallen her. You suspected that was why she and Rhaenyra had organized this little trip; a celebratory hunt theyâd called it, to commemorate the rift between your two families finally being healed.Â
âDear, dear wife,â your oldest brother slurs, goblet clutched in one hand as he staggers toward you and Helaena, groaning when he flops down on the bench next to you. âOh, you look⊠ravishing,â your lips quirk up into a smirk as he drapes an arm around your shoulders, giggling and making faces at Maelor.Â
âWhat did I tell you,â your sister says through a huff of laughter, violet eyes finding yours, âThey ignore you until theyâre drunk.â
If only that were the case, you think as you force yourself to laugh in time with her.Â
âThat is quite rude,â Aegon chastises, brows furrowed in offense while he takes a messy swig of wine, a few red drops run down his chin. âDo you see how she treats me?â He pouts, leaning closer to you with a wry grin, âThe deed is done though, yes? Bastard knew where to put it?â
âAegon!â Helaena hisses, swatting at his knee.Â
The two fall into a playful round of bickering, thankfully leaving you out of it. With a sigh, you let your gaze wander again, tumbling thoughts muffling your siblings voices.Â
âItâs not as hard as it looks, here,â Daemonâs voice catches your attention and you watch as he points a knife at the belly of a deer he and Lucerys had hunted earlier in the day, showing the boy where to cut, âGet your knife in there â good, like that, and now just cut downwards, one clean movementâŠâ You glance away as blood spills from the beastâs abdomen, staining the grass below it.
Looking over the treeline, you try to ignore the sick feeling building in the pit of your stomach, though you know it wonât be settled until Aemondâs back at camp. Biting at your lip, you let out an irritated huff when you canât make out any movement in the distance, no sign of your brother or Ser Criston, even your husband.Â
Youâd only spoken to Aemond once since your marriage â a hushed conversation hidden away in an alcove when the two of you had a spare moment alone after supper. Heâd held you while youâd cried against the crook of his neck, shushing you and running a soothing hand up and down your back. You remember the way his jaw felt, teeth clenched as he rested it atop your head, letting you tuck yourself into him while he vibrated with barely contained rage.Â
âI canât do this, I canât,â you lamented, peering up at him with a mournful sob as your fingers clung to the dark jacket he wore, âTheyâre planning on going back to Dragonstone! Dragonstone, Aem!â
âShh, little one,â his hands had cupped your cheeks, wiped away your tears with calloused thumbs, âIâm not letting them take you.â
His words had held such conviction, youâd wanted nothing more than to believe him, yet youâd shaken your head anyway. âI donât think thereâs any stopping them, this time,â your breath had hitched with each word, âYou heard Rhaenyra, theyâre leaving as soon as weâre back from the hunt and she would never agree to leave Jacaerys here, never.âÂ
You had known you were spiraling, head spinning as youâd looked up at him, and yet the words tumbled out anyway. âI hate him, I wish heâd just⊠just disappear!â It was a childish little jab and yet, your heart had leapt into your throat the moment youâd said it. You were expecting to feel the clawing ache of guilt gnaw at your stomach, however, a weightlessness followed. Youâd never felt lighter than in that moment â tucked away in the shadows, a secret youâd harbored since childhood finally set free.
Aemond had stayed quiet, but you saw the way his violet eye sparkled, the gears turning in his head.
Your words had echoed in his head, calling out to him like a sirenâs song â the sweetest sound heâd ever heard.Â
Finally convinced that the three men are truly not just going to materialize at the edge of camp, your gaze shifts to where your mother and Rhaenyra sit, huddled together beside one of the many firepits. Bouncing little Maelor on your lap, youâre vaguely aware of Aegon and Helaena idly chatting beside you, something to do with how your brother believes some such thing about the Small Council is a waste of time â a frequent complaint of his since taking the throne.Â
Youâre hardly listening though, head cocked to the side while you watch the two women laughing and animatedly conversing; they remind you of the young girls at court â youthful and carefree, too wrapped up in one another to notice much around them.Â
Thatâs why she let them go together, that shadowy voice in the back of your head hisses, Too distracted to know better. You clench your jaw, only halfway aware of the stinging pain at your cuticle as you dig a nail into it.
âWhat say you to accompanying me on a hunt, nephew?â Aemond had asked earlier in the afternoon, voice low as he slunk over to where you, Jace, and your mothers had been sitting at one of the wooden tables, picking through a light lunch the cooks at the Keep had prepared.
âAemond,â Alicent had sighed wearily, leaning heavily on her elbows while Rhaenyra regarded your brother with a cool indifference â evidently unaware of your familyâs tensions.Â
âWhat? I merely wish to bond with my dearest sisterâs new husband.â
âUncle,â Jace had finally spoken up, pointedly grasping one of your hands that had sat on the table, âAs much as I would love to accompany you, donât you think it a bit unwise for only the two of us to go? If I remember correctly from my youth, your father used to take a whole host of men into the woods with himâŠâÂ
âDo you not think yourself man enough to take on a measly buck, nephew?â
âAemond!â
âDonât fret, mother. âTwas only a joke, a tasteless one, I admit,â your hackles had raised at that, at how quickly he had stood down, so wholly unlike your brother, âBesides, Iâve taken the liberty of asking Ser Criston to accompany us as well.â
It was then, at the mention of the knight, that Rhaenyra had leaned closer to Alicent, the two of them laughing softly and sharing knowing glances while your half-sister whispered into her ear.Â
âSurely the three of us are more than capable of subduing a deer or two, donât you think?âÂ
Jace had balked at that, sighing heavily as his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly.Â
âI think it sounds like a wonderful idea,â you had coached your lips into a tight smile when you interjected, âDoesnât that sound like a lovely idea, mother?â
âHm?â She had blinked, finally parting from Rhaenyra, the ghost of a smile still on her lips.Â
âFor Ser Criston to accompany Jace and Aemond, to go hunting with them.â
âWell, I ââ
âSurely that would be safest, yes?â You pushed, glancing at Jace before locking eyes with Aemond, âA knight with them, a Kingsguard no less.âÂ
âI think it sounds like a fine idea,â Rhaenyra had smiled, squeezing one of your motherâs hands, âThey should take the time to bond, no? Savor it while weâre together these last few days.âÂ
âYes⊠yes, a fine idea,â she had immediately agreed, always swaying to your half-sister.Â
âWonderful,â your brother murmured, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he clasped his arms behind his back, âIâll have Ser Criston ready the horses.â With that, he had stalked away, giving you one final glance.Â
âYou truly think this a good idea?â Your husband had questioned, turning to you while your mothers got lost in yet another hushed conversation.
âOf course!â You had nodded, clasping one of his hands in both of yours, âAemond is⊠odd with his affections. This is just his way of attempting to rectify things, Iâm sure of it.âÂ
âI supposeâŠ,â he had sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.
âItâll be fine,â you had urged, going so far as to lean over and press a kiss against his cheek, one of the scant few times you had initiated any affections.Â
Those words had echoed in your head while you watched the three men sheath their swords and load various bows and arrows onto their horses, the midday sun suddenly feeling much too warm against your skin.Â
Itâll be fine, you had reminded yourself for the millionth time when they set off, horses galloping along a narrow path that led into the Kingswood, Heâs not letting them take me, itâll be fine.Â
âOh, shit,â Aegon whispers beside you, nearly dropping his goblet.Â
You quickly follow his eyeline, looking to where he stares at one of the small paths that lead into the camp â the sight wrenching a hitched gasp from your throat.Â
A hush seems to fall over the entirety of the camp, only for the quickest of seconds, before chaos erupts. Aemond stands before one of the horses, a grey one you recognize as Jaceâs, steadying it while Criston pulls your husband from the saddle, smearing the side of the animal with thick streaks of red.Â
Daemon quickly runs over to assist while you hastily hand Maelor back to Helaena, hardly looking in her direction as you do.Â
âJace? Jacaerys?!â Rhaenyra calls, picking up her skirts as she sprints over, violet eyes wide with terror, âWhat is it? Whatâs happened?â
Every noise sounds muffled when you make your way over to the huddle of commotion, Alicent following closely behind. A strange detached sensation fills you while you watch Criston and Daemon lay Jace down on a nearby bench, blood immediately soaking into the silk fabric of the pillows.Â
It feels as if everything is happening both too quickly and too slowly all at once â a few of the other knights rush forward, hastily pulling his tunic out of the way before pressing stark white medical linens to the gaping cut on his side. They bark orders over his body, yelling for the servants to bring water and more linens.Â
You feel your mother and Helaena grabbing at your arms and itâs only then you realize youâre shaking, swaying in place like a leaf on a branch; you know theyâre talking to you but their words are dulled by the rushing of blood in your ears.
Somewhere in your periphery, you register the sound of Daemonâs voice, thick with desperation as he shouts question after question at Criston, âWhat happened? When? How? How long ago? How could you, you were supposed to protect him?!â They blend together, echoing through the haze in a roaring hum.Â
Distantly, you register the feel of another warm body pressing into the small pack you find yourself a part of. Helaena shushes someone next to you and your gaze tears itself away from the pools of crimson gathering on the grass just long enough to realize that itâs Luke. Your heart breaks at that, a sharp pang in your chest at the fact that the poor boy is distressed enough to seek comfort from your family, of all places.Â
âNo! No, no, no!â Rhaenyraâs wails slice through the fog clouding your mind in such an exacting manner that your knees buckle, âJace, Jace, look at me, please? Sweetling, please look at me!â She sobs, leaning over her son, one hand cradling his cheek.Â
Unseeing brown eyes stare, unblinking, up at the hazy orange sky while yours focus solely on a single, paralyzing flash of violet.Â
Heâs not letting them take me, itâll be fine.Â
The Sept is eerily quiet, normal for this time of night but unsettling all the same; the occasional fizzling noises of the dozens of flickering candles is the only way youâre able to discern that time hasnât simply halted. Pale moonlight shines in through the windows, bathing the floor in a star-shaped pool of light and making the whites of the painted eyes resting atop Jaceâs face glow like beacons.Â
You had picked out the stones and painted the eyes on them yourself, taking them from a spot in the gardens you knew he had favored when you were children and spent hours sourcing the pigments to make just the right shade of brown â one that reminded you of the rich chocolates that had been imported from Essos for your betrothal feast.Â
âA wifeâs duty,â your mother had said.
Rhaenyra had glared at you the whole time; silently, you wondered if she somehow knew it wasnât duty that drove you â only atonement.Â
Atonement, your mind echoes as you sit upon the cool stone steps beneath the Seven-Pointed Star, leaning your head against the bannister as you force yourself to look at his body, still atop black silks.Â
Must one feel guilt to atone? Must I atone for not feeling it? When will it end?
Those questions had plagued you in the days since Jace died, bled out like a hunterâs boon in the field by the Kingswood. Theyâd settled over you like a fever, an ever-present haunting ache, made only worse by the soft, sinful voice in the back of your head that whispered the truth â that you didnât care, that you donât even now.Â
You hadnât cared, even as blood seeped from the gash at his side, even as you forced yourself to kneel by his still warm body and press gentle kisses to his forehead â the performance of a good wife.Â
You hadnât cared in the carriage ride back to the Keep, letting your mother and your sister hold you while you cried â Iâm sad, Iâm sad, Iâm crying because Iâm sad, Iâm crying because I should be sad.
And you hadnât cared when Aemond had come to you in the dead of night, had slipped into your chambers â your chambers â through one of the many hidden passageways in the old castle.Â
âHow?â You had asked, tracing patterns onto the pale skin of his bare chest while the two of you laid tangled in your silk sheets.Â
âA boar,â he answered plainly, speaking through a sigh while running his fingers over the thigh you had draped across his hips, âJust as Iâve told you the last four times youâve asked.â
âAemond,â you sighed in that same tired tone your mother so often used; your eyes had narrowed when you saw the corner of his lips just barely twitch up into a smile; were it any other time, he wouldâve made a cheeky comment about the similarity.Â
âIâve told you,â his grip tightened ever so slightly on your thigh and his other hand had grasped at your chin, guiding your eyes to his, âWe had been tracking a buck, had gotten close and dismounted our horses, and had, I assume, stumbled into the beastâs territory and it charged at us.â
âBrother,â you had whispered, shaking your head and cupping his cheek, âHave you forgotten that I can tell when you lie?âÂ
He had stayed silent for a long while at that, jaw clenched while he stared at some point off in the distance, lips drawn into a tight line. Eventually, you had laid your head down, resting your cheek on his shoulder while you tried to accept that you wouldnât be getting the truth that night, if ever.
It was only then that he had spoken.
âPlease, let me protect you.âÂ
âProtect me?â You had looked up, brows furrowed as you studied his face, âFrom what?â
âFrom the law ââ
âOur brother is king, if he says it was not murder, if he says it was an accident, which he already has done, then no one will question his ââ
âFine, then,â he had snapped, Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat, âFrom the damn Gods! IâŠâ He trailed off, sighing heavily while he pinched the bridge of his nose.
â... the Gods?â
Heâd finally looked at you again and your heart had pinched meanly in your chest when you saw tears gathering in his violet eye, âThey will judge me harshly for what Iâve done, whenever the time comes, but⊠I will not subject you to the same fate.â
You had scoffed at that, had rolled your eyes when he looked away shamefully and had climbed atop him then, straddled his hips and turned his face toward yours, âI donât give a shit about the Gods.âÂ
âWhat?â
âI donât,â you repeated, leaning down until your forehead touched his, âIf they were good Gods, if they cared, they would not have subjected me to that sham of a marriage in the first place. They wouldâve guided our mother rightly, but they didnât.â
âSister, I ââ
âAnd I hate that our nephew paid for that, Aemond, I truly do, but I am the one who told you to do it.â
He had shaken his head while a mournful peal of laughter clawed its way out of his throat, âYou didnât tell me to do anyââ
âPerhaps not directly,â you interjected, smiling sadly while you cupped both of his cheeks in your hands, running a thumb over the scar beneath his eye, âBut I did. I couldâve told you not to, couldâve said I didnât mean it, couldâve cautioned our mother against letting him go with you, but⊠I didnât.â
âNo⊠no, I suppose you didnât,â he sighed, swallowing thickly as he tried in vain to blink away tears.
âI didnât,â you echoed, your words hushed and cooed, like a mother soothing an infant, âI know what youâre capable of, I knew it then, and I didnât.â
He nodded, his breath stuttered in his throat as a single tear rolled down his cheek.Â
âBecause I knew youâd protect me⊠and you did.âÂ
âI did,â he mumbled, nodding up at you as his face twisted and a small sob bubbled from his lips, âI did, I did it. I did it, I did. For you, for us.âÂ
âI know,â you murmured sweetly, stroking a hand over his long hair while you pressed sweet kisses against his forehead. You held him as he cried, huddled together in the dark of your chambersÂ
And you hadnât cared when you realized you were smiling.Â
âThe hour is quite late, little one,â the suddenness of his voice makes you jump, though you settle quickly.Â
âSo it is,â you smile and look over your shoulder, tilting your head up while he walks down the steps to join you, âThe hour of ghosts, yes? Fitting.âÂ
He huffs as he sits beside you before regarding you with a slight smirk, âI suppose it is,â he murmurs, only sparing the red and black draped body on the altar a passing glance.
âWhy are you here?â
âI was looking for you⊠Hel said you would probably be here.â
âMm,â you nod, idly running a finger over the pattern on your skirts, finding a morbid sort of beauty in the way the rich black silks glimmered in the candlelight.Â
âWhy are you here?â Aemond asks, eye following the line of your profile.Â
âPraying.â
Without looking, you can practically feel him rolling his eye beside you, huffing a little breathy laugh again, âHave you forgotten that I can tell when you lie, sweet sister?â
Hearing your own words from the night before parroted back to you pulls a laugh from you as well, though you wince as your giggle echoes throughout the Sept. âItâs funny,â you sigh, glancing about the cavernous space before finally looking at him, âThis is the only place where no one wants to be.âÂ
He hums next to you and nods his head, lets the two of you sit in silence for a moment before you continue.Â
âI donât have to pretend when Iâm here.âÂ
âPretend?âÂ
Biting at your bottom lip, you nod and lean into his touch when he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. âThat Iâm sad⊠that I feel anything, really,â you sigh, breathing the words more so than saying them, âAll Rhaenyra does is cry, Daemon is ready to strangle anything that moves, Lucerys is despondent to the point of being mute. Even our own mother cries for him and I cannot muster a single tear that isnât a farce.â
Your eyes trail back over to Jace and you regard him with a mournful stare, staying silent for a long moment as you try to will yourself to feel sad, to feel angry, to feel guilty⊠yet nothing comes.
âEveryone grieves differently,â Aemond mumbles beside you, though his words only serve to make you more bitter, âPerhaps, in time ââ
âIn time nothing will happen,â you snap, grimacing at the harshness in your voice, âIâm not sad and I am⊠Iâm tired of pretending I am.â You murmur, leaning your head on his shoulder.Â
Aemond is quiet for a long while, though you can feel the energy radiating off of him in waves â youâve always been able to tell when he has a lot on his mind. Youâre content to simply let him think, taking his silence as a cue that itâs your turn to let him sort through things.Â
âYou⊠are happy, though? Yes?â He finally asks after several long minutes, going strangely rigid next to you as if heâs afraid of your answer, âI know you say you arenât sad butâŠâ
âAemond,â you sigh, sitting up and staring at him as a slow, creeping smile spreads across your face, âI have never been happier.â
âTruly?â
âYes!â You quickly shift yourself on the stairs, turning yourself more toward him and placing a gentle hand on top of his thigh, âBig brother, you saved me.â
He opens his mouth to speak but you donât let him get a word in edgewise before the emotions youâve been bottling up over the last few days finally spill over and you practically throw yourself into his lap, straddling his hips.Â
âBrother, I've been tethered to him since I was eight and you have freed me from that,â you say softly, voice hardly carrying in the air. Slowly, carefully you pull his eyepatch off, the only one ever allowed to do so; there is a sadness in your smile when you gently trail your fingers over the crease of his scar, âWe both lost something that night and have suffered for it ever since.â
Without another word, you press your lips to his and savor the groan your kiss pulls from him. His hands grab at your hips in the same instance yours card through his hair while your lips move together in a practiced rhythm.Â
Impatient, one of your hands travels down his chest and stomach, though you hardly have time to pull at the hem of his dark tunic before he grabs your wrist, stopping you.Â
âAemond,â you huff, fighting against his grip.Â
âSurely you donât mean to defile this place in such a way,â he murmurs, violet eye sparkling as if he were challenging you, even as he glances over your shoulder, âWhat would your dear husband think?
You grin at the lecherous smirk on his lips, heart pounding in your chest as a familiar ache settles at the apex of your thighs. You give one final glance over your shoulder before turning back to him with a dismissive shrug. âHusband in name only,â you remind him, yanking your hand out of his grasp and trailing your fingers over the growing bulge beneath his trousers, âI have only ever been devoted to you.â
A rough growl leaves his lips and he clenches his jaw, narrowing his eye. âWe will burn for this, sweet sister,â he huffs, pale cheeks flushing while he stares up at you, one hand still settled on your hip as the other comes up to cup your jaw.Â
âThe Seven can have their say,â your cunt clenches at the way he looks at you â surprise, lust, even reverence giving such an intensity to his gaze that it nearly knocks the wind from your lungs, âThe Old Valyrian Gods can as well, I donât care. Aemond, I donât.â
Your hand finally, blessedly, pulls free the ties at the top of his trousers and you quickly find his length. The sharp grunt thatâs wrenched from his throat when your hand wraps around it echoes through the Sept, each iteration of it making the fire in your belly burn brighter and brighter.Â
He doesnât attempt to stop you when you plunge a hand beneath the fabric of your black skirts and hastily tug your smallclothes out of the way, he merely studies you in awe, as if watching a newly hatched dragon spread its wings for the first time. His gaze makes you shiver, though you dare not look away.
âWhat do you care about, little one?â He murmurs suddenly, unable to help himself from glancing between your bodies, licking his lips while he watches you use your fingers to prepare yourself as you rub your own slick through your folds.Â
âYou,â you whisper, shuddering at the way you both gasp at the same time when you rut against his already throbbing length, âYou are the only god Iâve ever worshiped, big brother.â
A loud groan bursts free of his lips at that and the hunger in his eye nearly catches you alight, and yet he still grabs at your hips tightly, preventing you from sinking onto his length â so out of his element, wholly unused to being taken in such a way. âCome, let us go to my chambers,â he tries, breathing your name against your neck as he leans up, âWhere I can take you properly, hm? No risk of anyone interruptingâŠâ
Undeterred, you simply shake your head and lean forward, pressing your lips against his in an eager, near feral kiss. Itâs mostly teeth and tongues and thankfully, itâs enough to shock him into loosening his grip, just enough for you to take what you want. You bite at his bottom lip when you sink down onto his length, hard enough to taste iron, making him growl into the kiss, the sound of it deepening to a low groan at the feel of your tight cunt around him.Â
The feel of his cock stretching you open somehow only gets better each time and leaves you gasping in his lap, your hands grabbing at his shoulders for leverage while you begin grinding yourself against him, impatient and ravenous. âOhh, f-fuck,â you curse, squeezing your eyes shut while your walls flutter around him.Â
Aemondâs chest heaves under your hands while he stares up at you, lips parted ever so slightly as breathy groans spill, unbidden, from them. Opening your eyes, your gaze is immediately drawn to a little smear of red beside his mouth and you lean forward â licking his pale skin clean without a second thought.Â
âLittle minx,â he smirks, meanly grabbing at your hips again and bucking up into you. He huffs a soft laugh at the sharp moan that bursts from you, sounding louder still in the large open space of the Sept; thereâs a dangerous, challenging gleam in his eye that makes you shiver. âGo on, then,â he rasps, trailing a hand up from your hip to cup the underside of your breast, his touch warm even through the bodice of your gown, âWorship your god.â
A soft, stuttered moan wrenches itself from your lips at that and you quickly obey, staking your claim over him. As you find your rhythm, rutting wildly in his lap, the only sounds echoing off the walls are that of panted breaths and the slick, wet noises from where the two of you connect. âYouâre mine,â you breathe, leaning forward to bite at his throat, determined to mark him in as many ways as possible, âY-Youâve always been mine, Aemond.âÂ
He nods his head, hands scrambling at the ties on your bodice, determined to free your breasts. âIâm yours?â He taunts, sighing victoriously when he finally manages to practically rip the top of your gown open; his tongue darts out, wetting his lips at the sight of them and he allows himself a few seconds to appreciate the way they bounce so enticingly with each of your determined movements, âShow me, then⊠show me who I belong to, sweet sister.â
Something snaps inside you then, breaking and clicking perfectly into place all in the same breath; the feeble thing that was holding the dam inside of you shut disappears. Whatever greedy darkness Aemond has always harbored within himself has been slowly seeping into you since the night of your betrothal feast and now, it seems, it has finally settled into your bones as well. Itâs as if he can sense it in the same instance you do and gives a subtle nod of his head, commanding you to give in.Â
With renewed vigor, you grind against him harshly, pressing your hips as far down onto him as you can manage until you can feel his cock pressing against the entrance to your womb. The thought of him there, of the possibility of his seed catching, of the possibility that it may already have, spurs you on further.Â
âI would kill for you, too,â you say lowly through clenched teeth, licking up the side of his neck until you can whisper into his ear, âIâll do anything to have you, my love, I donât care what it is.â
A low groan reverberates from within his chest, both of you all but snarling as you move together; his hips rut up against yours, unable to hold still any longer, and he bites a path down your neck until he reaches the softness of your breasts. You gasp as he teases at one nipple, flicking at it with the tip of his tongue while his fingers toy with the other one, only to cut yourself off with a loud moan when his lips seal around it.Â
âI would burn this city to the fucking ground if thatâs what⊠what it took, brother,â the words tumble from your lips when you card your fingers through his hair, cradling the back of his head and holding him against your chest. Your head tilts down, heart pounding in your chest while you watch him savor the feel of your warm flesh in his mouth; his violet eye snaps up and his gaze bores into yours, making your cunt clutch greedily at his length.Â
Feeling the knot building quickly in your belly, aided by the way your sensitive pearl brushes against the small patch of hair at the base of Aemondâs cock, you only grow more needy â craving confirmation that he is yours, that no one will be able to take him from you again. Your breath catches in your throat when you recall a conversation the two of you had had a few nights ago, the night of Jaceâs death.
The two of you had been cuddled in your bed together, panting in sweat-damp sheets, when he had cupped your cheek and turned your face to his.Â
âWhat is it?â You asked, familiar with the faraway look in his eye â Godâs knew where he couldâve been in that moment.
âMarry me.â
His whispered demand had knocked the air from your lungs then, the whole world may as well have come to a grinding halt on its axis. âAemond, we must wait, you know this. I hate it as much as you do but ââ
âWe need to wait for a Westerosi wedding, yes,â he murmured, leaning over you and shushing you with a soft kiss, âToo soon and it looks suspicious.â
âBut ââ
âBut⊠a wedding in the tradition of our house need not wait, little one,â the determination in his eye had shocked you then, had warmed you from the inside out, âOur sister and her cunt of a husband hardly waited until Laena and Laenor were cold before they married⊠we could do the same.â
You had stayed quiet after that, too much death and change and uncertainty clouding your mind to give him an answer, and yet you knew he was right. Rhaenyra and Daemon had married in secret, so soon after Laenorâs sudden passing that it had always seemed a bit odd to you. Yet, no one ever questioned it; your own father had accepted it without so much as a blink, writing the marriage into law with no fuss. Aegon would do the same for you, you felt certain.Â
Nothing was stopping you, nothing that mattered, anyway.Â
That thought fuels you now as you rock on Aemondâs lap, both of you barreling toward your eventual ends. Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging him away from your breast despite his growl of displeasure. Just as he had with you, you cup his cheeks, focusing his attention on you.Â
âMarry me.â
The rhythm of his hips hitches at your words and he fucks up into you harshly, moving you more desperately against him as another loud, guttural moan echoes through the chamber.Â
âTonight,â you continue, brows furrowing as you stare at him, greedily drinking him in, âI cannot wait any longer, brother, tonight, pleaseâŠâÂ
A vicious, conquering smirk grows on his lips, white teeth gleaming in the low candlelight like a snarling dog. âYou wish to be mine, is that it?â He teases, reaching between your two writhing bodies to rub hungrily at your pearl, savoring the pretty breathy moans he earns.Â
Youâre shaking your head before he can even finish speaking as an unrelenting, all consuming possessive ache starts spreading out from your heart, flowing through your blood vessels like fire. âI donât wish it,â you pant, forehead resting against his while the wildfire burning in your belly threatens to burn you whole, âI told you, I would kill for you and⊠and, fuck, I swear it. A-Aemond, no one will have you ever again, never, none except meâŠâ
Your words descend into a barely intelligible murmur as you finally let go, pushed suddenly over the edge at the thought of being so tightly bound together that no one would be able to tear the two of you apart again. Your brother growls again at the feel of your cunt pulsing around him, the movements spurring him toward his own end.Â
He grabs at you when he follows you into oblivion, holding you against him as if youâd disappear otherwise. The feel of his spend spilling into you, filling you, nearly sends you over the edge again and you cling to him just as harshly, holding him while he trembles beneath you.Â
âYou are a vicious little thing,â he says softly after some minutes, holding you against his chest while the two of you catch your breaths.
âI learned from the best.â
He only sighs at that but you donât need to look at him to know heâs smiling. âI would do it again for you,â he mumbles, eye fixed on Jace, âI would do it a thousand times over.â
He speaks in a reverent whisper, promises of death and destruction as sweet as a prayer on his lips.Â
Aemondâs hand is warm in yours as he leads you through the winding corridors below the Red Keep, the flickering light from the torches lining the walls making the various statues and reliefs dance in your periphery.Â
âIâve always hated that heâs down here, stowed away,â he murmurs, yet his voice still carries some among the stone hallways.
âMm,â you hum in agreement, glancing into each shadowy alcove you come across while you try to ignore the wild beating in your chest â the way your heart clenches at the thought of finally being so close to what youâve always wanted. âYes, he should be out in the sun, somewhere he can be celebrated.â
The old cellars under the Keep have always seemed so haunting to you, so cold and empty. The thought of the walls down here being lined with the ashen remains of generations upon generations of your ancestors had never failed to send a shiver down your spine. Yet, they unfold before you now like paradise; even the still, musty air begins to smell as sweet as honeyed wine.Â
For the briefest of seconds, guilt joins you â walks alongside you, invisible like the Stranger. A stuttered heartbeat, thatâs all and then itâs gone, at the thought that Jace would join them tomorrow, still warm from Vermaxâs fire.Â
How ironic, you think, glancing up at your brother and admiring the way the light gleams on his sapphire eye, That a place that holds so much death would be where our lives finally begin.
âI donât want to wait any longer,â youâd said again, retying your bodice while Aemond tucked himself back into his trousers and searched for his eyepatch.
âNor do I,â he agreed, stuffing the small scrap of fabric into a pocket â the streets of Kingâs Landing would be deserted enough at this time of night that he could get away without wearing it. âTensions are bound to rise after tomorrow, after everything is said and done; I donât want to leave anything to chance.â
You had nodded and followed him out of the Sept, through one of the many old, forgotten tunnels that only a scant few knew existed, the list of which definitely didnât include the guards stationed at the front of the building who had escorted your carriage earlier that evening.Â
While he had helped you onto the back of his horse, the two of you shared a knowing look, each of you already thinking the same thing.Â
Turning down one final corridor, your heart thuds in your chest as youâre finally met with Balerionâs petrifying gaze and, just like every other time youâd been in his presence, a little huff of reverence leaves you. Your eyes dance over the rows of his razor sharp teeth, gleaming in the glow of dozens of candles, and you canât help but imagine the horrors those jaws have inflicted, the pain they wrought while subduing the continent â all in your familyâs name.Â
âTargaryens have always taken what weâve wanted,â Aemond murmurs beside you, staring up at the gargantuan skull with just as much respect as you are, âTamed our desires in fields of fire.â
âAnd rivers of blood,â you turn your heads at the same time, soft smiles on your lips when your eyes meet, like youâre sharing sweet words of love rather than painting pictures of horrors.Â
Perhaps that is what wrath is for us, you wonder, your eyes flicking between violet and sapphire when you turn toward your brother, What is death if not the sweetest of devotions?
He takes your hands in his, glancing down when your fingers intertwine before looking back up at you; you can feel yourself blushing under his intense gaze, heart squeezing in your chest as he looks at you like that in and of itself is an honor. Thereâs such softness in his eye, you would think him incapable of violence if you didnât know better.Â
âYou truly wish for this?â He questions one last time, needing to be sure.Â
âIâve told you, I do not wish,â your hands squeeze his, âI need this, Aemond⊠I would kill for you, for this â for us. Anything, just as you did.âÂ
Your voice trembles when you speak, the intensity of your hushed promises making your head spin because you would. The want you feel, that you have always felt, is not some soft yearning thing. Itâs not so simple as some mere whisper uttered in the dead of night at a holy altar while your skin is awash with the glow of candlelight, no.Â
No, your want is something far more insidious â something deep-seated. An oppressive, clinging thing that has always coaxed you further and further down into that shadowy part of yourself; the part that has always reminded you too much of him.Â
The demon, lurking in your periphery, that has always begged you to look, has tempted you since childhood with the sweetest of promises, finally rejoices.Â
Aemond nods, a satisfied smile pulling at the corner of his lips, and you watch as he lets go of one of your hands to unsheath his dagger. The sight of the worn leather handle makes you smile bashfully, though your core clenches all the same, and you gasp when you feel another drop of his seed soak into your smallclothes.Â
âYou know the words?â
Again, he nods and your head cocks to the side curiously when a wash of pink grows on his pale cheeks; he smiles again and fixes you with that same intense stare. âI used to spend hours reading them, over and over, when we were children,â he whispers, leaning closer to you like heâs revealing some deep, dark secret, âI always wanted to get them perfect for you.âÂ
A little peal of laughter echoes through the cellars before you swallow thickly, trying to tamper the tightness at the back of your throat as the backs of your eyes sting, tears pooling in your waterline. He cups your cheek and you smile when he brushes one away, a pleased hum leaves his lips when you nod.Â
Aemond raises the dagger, glancing between its shining blade and your lips while you ready yourself, one hand clenching at the black silk of your skirts. âIâll be gentle,â he promises.Â
You hold stock-still, gasping when he presses the cool edge of it against your lower lip, yet your eyes donât leave his when he finally cuts â nicking your delicate flesh just enough to draw blood before offering you the dagger. Grasping it, you mirror his steps exactly, just as careful with him.Â
Setting the dagger to the side, you both reach up at the same time, swiping a thumb over your own lip before reaching out. Your arms intertwine when you brush each otherâs foreheads, leaving behind two crimson lines.Â
His gaze never breaks from yours as he takes the blade again and carefully cuts his palm, holding it out to you again and waiting while you do the same, gasping at the sharp sting. Finally, the two of you join hands, blood mingling together as a few drops of it splatter on the stone floor as Balerion bears witness to your union.Â
âHen lantoti Änogar, va syndroti vÄedroma, mÄro perzot gÄ«hoti, elÄdroma iÄrza sÄ«r,â he recites, murmuring the words with care, making sure to enunciate each syllable, to make the vows unmistakeable to whichever ghosts may be listening, âIzulÄ« ampÄ perzÄ«, prĆ«mÄ« lanti sÄteksi, hen jeny mÄzÄ«larion,â (Blood of two, joined as one, ghostly flame, and song of shadows. Two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires, a future promised in glass.)
Aemond pauses, taking a breath as he squeezes your hand with his, echoing your smile.
âQÄlossa ozĆ«ndesi, syndroro ĆĂ±Ć jÄdo, ry kÄ«via mazvestraksi,â he finishes, all but breathing the last few words as his eye grows misty. (The stars stand witness, the vow spoken through time, of darkness and light.)
The two of you stand still for a moment like youâre waiting for the world to crash down around you and you can feel his heart beating in time with yours as your palms press together, both of you seemingly in shock at finally, finally having everything youâve ever wanted.Â
You canât tell who moves first but suddenly youâre crashing against him, dagger clanging as it hits the floor, while the two of you clutch at one another desperately, uncaring of the blood smearing on your clothes.Â
Your lips press against his like theyâre a lifeline and you moan at the touch, swiping your tongue over his while you grab at the lapels of his jacket. His hands cup your cheeks, staining one with red, before carding through your hair.Â
âGods,â he groans, resting his forehead against yours while the two of you pant, breathing out soft laughs. âMy little wifeâŠâ He says the word slowly, lets it drag over his tongue.Â
âHusband,â you reply between soft kisses to his cheek, head spinning at how a word that once had to be dragged from you, that had scraped against your skin like thorns, now felt like silk slipping cooly over you.Â
Your brother growls deep in his chest and his eye flutters shut for a second before his hands are at your waist again and heâs walking you backwards, only a few paces, until youâre pressed against one of the stone columns surrounding the great dragonâs skull. Though your landing is soft, it wrenches a gasp from you all the same but you donât have time to question his intent before his lips are on yours again.
You moan into the kiss, matching each of his deep groans with one of your own as your tongues tangle together. âAemond,â you pant when he begins trailing kisses down across your jaw and neck, âWhat ââ
He nips at your cleavage then and you can feel him smirking at the loud whine he pulls from you, soothing the skin after with a sweet kiss before sinking to his knees before you. The sight is enough to make you weak â the man that loves you more than eternity itself, who loves you enough to do terrible, monstrous things, kneeling at your feet and staring up at you like you are his salvation.Â
Your hands tangle in his soft hair while he pulls at your skirts, pushing them up and out of the way, kissing your thighs as he goes. âYou had the chance to worship at your altar, sweetest little wife,â he pants, groaning when he pushes your smallclothes to the side and licking his lips at the sight of your cunt, still wet with your combined spend, âNow let me worship at mine.â
Thatâs the only warning you get before he dives in, lapping at your center with a loud, satiated growl. Your head thuds back against the column while your eyes are fixed, half-lidded, on Balerion, on the fire that surrounds him.Â
You understand, then â the curtains of fire that blanketed the continent were necessary to conquer it, just as blood was necessary to bind the two of you. Perhaps one day youâll be called to answer for that, but even then you would do it a thousand times over; even if the dark, shadowy parts of yourself, of him, lead to the deepest pits of the Seven Hells. You would do it, again and again, for him.Â
You were always meant to burn together.
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Y/N walked into the changing room, expecting to find the usual post-training chaosâwater bottles here, jerseys there, a few bits of kit scattered on the benches. But this was on another level. A mess of epic proportions.
Protein shake bottles lay on the floor, half-empty, with their lids off, spilling sticky liquid across the floor. An assortment of clothes, some still in training gear and others discarded in the middle of the room, was strewn about, creating an obstacle course. Half-open snack wrappers crinkled underfoot, and towels were abandoned haphazardly across the benches. It looked like someone had taken a whirlwind tour of the room and forgotten to clean up after themselves.
Y/N froze in the doorway, mouth agape.
âWhat the hell happened in here?â Y/N muttered, stepping into the chaos, surveying the damage. Her hands flew to her hips as she turned to face the team. âWho even leaves a place like this? This is so disrespectful. Weâre a team, weâre supposed to take care of our space. Whoever made this mess should be reprimanded. They should pay a fine or be suspended for a game. This is ridiculous.â
The room fell silent. A few players exchanged awkward glances, and some even stifled small chuckles, glancing at each other. It wasnât every day they saw Y/N go off like this. Normally cool-headed, Y/Nâs frustration seemed to be bubbling over today.
Leah, who had just come out of the showers, raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but trying to hold back her laughter. âY/N⊠I donât think itâs that deep.â
âItâs that deep, Leah,â Y/N snapped, gesturing to the mess. âLook at this. Itâs disrespectful to all of us. You know how hard we work. Thisââ She pointed to an empty water bottle rolling across the floor, ââthis is a disaster.â
Katie, who was sitting on the bench nearby, grinned mischievously. âYou know, you could always just pick it up yourself, right?â
âNo,â Y/N huffed, her eyes scanning the room, clearly riled up. âSomeone needs to be held accountable. This isnât just a little accident. Itâs a pattern of neglect.â
Just then, the door opened, and Alessia Russo walked in, her attention quickly drawn to the group as she noticed them all looking toward her. She hadnât noticed the mess yet.
Y/N shot a pointed glance toward the protein shake bottle, still leaking a sticky mess onto the floor. âWhoever did this needs to clean it upâimmediately. No exceptions.â
Leah couldnât help but smile, taking a slow step toward Y/N. âWell, you might want to turn around, becauseââ
Before she could finish, Y/Nâs voice rang out again, sharp and direct. âAnd Iâm serious. If this happens again, I donât care if itâsââ
âUh, Y/N,â Leah interrupted, a grin tugging at her lips as she stepped to the side. âItâs Alessiaâs mess.â
Y/N froze mid-sentence, her eyes wide. She turned slowly to see Alessia, who was now staring at the group, completely unaware of the mess she had left behind. Her eyes darted from teammate to teammate, catching their expressions. And then her gaze fell on the aftermath sheâd left in her rush.
âOh no,â Y/N muttered, her face turning bright red. She hadnât even noticed that Alessia was the culprit when she was ranting. âI didnâtâuh⊠I didnât realize it wasââ
Katie raised an eyebrow, giving Y/N an amused look. âYou sure? You were just about to have someone suspended for this.â
Y/N, caught in the moment, quickly tried to backtrack, her voice dropping an octave as she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. âWell, I mean, we all get caught up in things, right? Just a little⊠oversight. Nothing major. Itâs fine. Not a big deal. Right, Alessia?â
Alessia, who had been listening with an amused grin, walked over and casually tossed her gym bag on the bench. âYeah, I was running late for media stuff,â she said with a shrug. âGuess I left a trail behind me. Sorry about that.â
Y/N, now visibly flustered, waved her hand dismissively, trying to cover up her earlier outburst. âNo, no, itâs⊠itâs really not that serious. Just, maybe next time, a little more care when youâre in a rush? Thatâs all. Right, guys?â She forced a smile, but it was clear she was embarrassed.
Katie burst out laughing, slapping her hands on the bench. âOh, you were so ready to fine someone for this mess, and now youâre backtracking?â
âI was justââ Y/N started, but she didnât have the energy to continue. âI guess I got a little carried away. Itâs Alessia. Iâll let it slide⊠just this once.â
Alessia, who had clearly caught the shift in Y/Nâs tone, grinned and casually threw an arm around her shoulders. âItâs all good, babe. Thanks for being so understanding. Iâll do better next time.â
Y/N shot a playful glare at her, trying to regain her composure. âJust⊠donât make me do a whole speech next time. Iâll have to give you a fine or something.â
The entire team erupted into laughter as Y/Nâs serious demeanor quickly crumbled into a sheepish smile. Alessia leaned in close, still grinning. âYouâre the best, Y/N. Maybe Iâll get you to help me clean up next time?â
âYeah, sure,â Y/N muttered with a roll of her eyes, âIâll bring the fine book.â
And with that, the room returned to its usual chaosâbut this time, everyone was a little lighter, the tension having dissolved in a fit of laughter.
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The team was starting to form more bad habits. Every day, without fail, more and more players were coming late to training. It wasnât anything too serious at firstâjust a few minutes here and thereâbut Y/N, always one to stick to the rules and maintain discipline, was getting fed up.
It had been the third day in a row that several players were running through the gates minutes after the scheduled start time. She couldnât take it anymore.
âAlright, thatâs it,â Y/N muttered to herself, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as the last player jogged onto the field. âEnough is enough.â
She marched up to the front, her voice firm and clear as she addressed the entire team. âIâm done with this. Weâre all professionals here, and we canât keep letting people stroll in whenever they feel like it. From now on, anyone whoâs late will be fined. A minute late? A minuteâs fine. Youâre five minutes late? Five minutesâ worth of fines.â
The room went silent, the rest of the players exchanging nervous glances. They knew Y/N wasnât messing around.
Katie, ever the troublemaker, leaned in and whispered to Leah, âSheâs not serious, is she?â
âOh, sheâs dead serious,â Leah replied, eyes widening as she watched Y/N cross her arms and glare at the group. âYouâve seen her like this before.â
Y/Nâs eyes scanned the room, locking onto the players who had been late. âThis isnât school, people. You all know better. Youâre adults. You can show up on time. Itâs disrespectful to your teammates, and we need to take this seriously.â She turned to face a particularly late-looking Kyra. âFive minutes late today. Thatâs a fiver.â
Kyra rolled her eyes but said nothing, too tired of the back-and-forth to argue. Y/N then turned her eyes to the next culprit, Alessia, who had just jogged in, breathless from her sprint to the field.
âAlessia, youâre late again!â Y/N snapped, hands on her hips, but before Alessia could even start to apologize, Y/Nâs tone softened. âNo, no. Itâs okay. Itâs not your fault. Itâs justâtraining was probably a little too early for you today. Iâll take care of the fine. Donât worry about it.â
Alessia blinked, surprised by the sudden change in tone. âReally? Youâll take care of it?â
âOf course,â Y/N replied, shaking her head, her voice calming. âYou donât need the added stress. Weâll make sure your fine is covered. You can count on me.â
Y/N then glared back at the others. âBut for everyone else? Youâd better pay up. Youâve all been warned.â
Leah gave her a pointed look as Y/N turned her attention to the rest of the group. âIf anyone else is late, thereâs no excuse. I mean it. Weâre not running a daycare here.â
The session went on, but Y/N couldnât help but notice how the other players seemed to keep a little distance from her. They knew Y/N meant business, and with her new fine system, she wasnât about to let anyone get away with being tardy.
The next few days passed, and the fines kept racking up. By the end of the week, Y/N had nearly filled a small notebook with the fines from late arrivals, most of which had come from the usual suspects: Katie, Beth, and a few others who just didnât seem to care. But when Alessia was late yet again, Y/N was quick to brush it off.
âAlessia, donât stress. Iâve got this,â sheâd say, her voice soft and reassuring, even as she filled in the fine for her late arrival.
The others watched this dynamic unfold. The fines were getting heftyâvery heftyâbut every time Alessia was late, Y/N would simply wave it off and mutter that it was okay. They all found it strange, but there was something about the way Y/N spoke to Alessia that made her seem⊠untouchable, in a way.
By the end of the month, Y/N had paid off all of Alessiaâs fines, covering the hundreds of euros in late fees. Every time she brought it up, Alessia would try to refuse.
âYou really donât need to do that, Y/N,â Alessia said, a hint of guilt in her voice.
âIâve got it covered,â Y/N replied with a smile, brushing off Alessiaâs concern. âItâs not a big deal.â
But even as she said it, Y/N couldnât help but wonder why she was doing it. Why did she always soften when it came to Alessia? Why was she willing to put up with the fines when everyone else had to pay up without a second thought?
One evening, as they sat together after training, Y/N gave Alessia a sideways glance. âYou know, if you just stopped being late, I wouldnât have to pay these fines for you.â
Alessia looked at her with a half-smirk. âMaybe Iâm just testing how far youâll go.â
Y/N chuckled softly, rolling her eyes. âWell, consider this the last time, okay? Iâm not made of money, and Iâm not paying your fines forever.â
Alessia laughed, leaning in close. âI know. But I appreciate it, Y/N. More than you know.â
Y/N just smiled, knowing full well that no matter how many fines Alessia racked up, sheâd always be the one to take care of it. She didnât mind. Not when it was Alessia.
It was one of those days where the team was a little too playful for their own good, and Katie had a mischievous gleam in her eye. She leaned in towards Alessia, a sly grin creeping across her face as she whispered her idea.
âWhy don't you come in an hour late to training? You know, just to test if Y/N will actually follow through with paying your fine,â Katie suggested, practically vibrating with excitement.
Alessia raised an eyebrow. âAre you serious? You really think sheâd pay a ÂŁ200 fine?â
Katieâs grin only grew wider. âY/N loves you. Sheâs a softie for you, trust me. Sheâll pay without batting an eye.â
Alessia hesitated, but then the thought of seeing how far Y/N would go for her made her heart flutter. âAlright, fine. But if she gets mad, Iâm blaming you.â
Katie winked. âDeal.â
The next day, as the team finished their warm-ups and got into their drills, Alessia sneaked in, only to join the sprints, breathless and looking sheepish as she entered the pitch.
Y/N, who had been keeping track of everyoneâs arrival times as usual, immediately shot her a glare. âAlessia, youâre late,â she said, arms crossed and voice stern.
The team watched with baited breath, knowing full well that this was going to be interesting. Y/N pulled out her notebook, jotting down the fine.
â1 hour late, thatâs ÂŁ200,â she said, her voice sharp as she turned to the rest of the team. âYou all know the rules. Late is late.â
Alessia bit her lip, trying to keep a straight face as she watched Y/N turn back to her, ready to pay the fine. Without a single word of complaint, Y/N pulled out her wallet, counted out the money, and handed it to the coach.
âHere you go,â Y/N said, her voice oddly calm.
Katie couldnât contain her smirk. âWow, I didnât think youâd actually do it.â
Y/N barely even looked at Katie. She turned back to Alessia, her face softening. âYou donât need to worry about this,â she said gently. âItâs not your fault. Iâll take care of it.â
Without thinking, Y/N reached forward and cupped Alessiaâs cheek, leaning in for a kiss, soft and sweet, making the rest of the team collectively roll their eyes. When they pulled apart, Y/N smiled, her eyes full of affection.
The rest of the team, including Leah, watched in stunned silence, unsure of what to say. Katie, trying to keep a straight face, let out a dramatic gasp. âI canât believe you actually paid it, Y/N! Youâre such a sucker.â
Leah, smirking, chimed in, âLooks like Alessiaâs got you wrapped around her finger.â
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldnât suppress a soft chuckle. âIâm not a sucker. Iâm just making sure my girlfriend isn't stressed over something silly like fines.â
Katie raised an eyebrow. âOh, really?"
Alessia leaned in, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. âYou really didnât have to do that, you know. I was just testing youâŠâ
Y/N turned to the group, suddenly serious. âYou shouldnât have pressured poor Alessia into that,â she said, her voice taking on a more reprimanding tone. âIf you all have issues, you come to me. We donât put her in situations like that. Youâve all got to start acting your age. Weâre supposed to be grown, not schoolkids that mess with each other for fun.â
The rest of the team exchanged glances, bored for Y/N's thousandth lecture, and nodded in acknowledgment.
Leah nudged Katie, both of them smirking. âI think Y/Nâs getting soft,â Leah teased. âGuess the only one who can make her pay ÂŁ2000 without a fight is Alessia.â
Katie laughed. âIâm just amazed. She didnât even hesitate! Itâs like she has a weakness for her. She's like kryptoniteâ
Y/N gave them a mock glare, but her voice had a playful edge. âAlright, alright, I get it. You two are clearly jealous because I didnât pay your fines.â
Katie threw her hands up in defeat. âI mean, I would have asked, but Iâm pretty sure youâre whipped for Alessia.â
Leah chuckled. âI think she just wants to see if she can get away with being that spoiled.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, turning back to Alessia, who was clearly enjoying the teasing. She gave her a smile, though. âYouâre lucky youâre cute. And you know Iâd do anything for you.â
Alessia grinned, her heart swelling with affection. âI know. I wonât make a habit of it. I swear.â
Y/N chuckled softly, her protective nature not fully letting go, but a warmth in her chest that reminded her just how much she cared for Alessia.
The rest of the team couldnât help but laugh at the playful dynamic between the two, and even though they were teasing Y/N, there was a sense of warmth in the air. It was clear they were a team in more ways than one. Even if some of them had to be teased a little for their soft moments, they all knew Y/N had their backsâjust as much as she had Alessiaâs.
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New Prosthetic Eye
141 reacts to you showing them your new prosthetic eye.
Note: Anyone else in the COD fandom have a prosthetic eye or just me?
CW: Slight angst
Price:Â
This was the first time Price was coming with you to the ocularist. You two had planned an entire weekend trip based around this appointment, but he had to admit that he was most excited about seeing the process of you getting your new eyes; the fun eye and the normal eye.
You had warned him though that this was going to be two days of going to the doctorâs office, putting the eye in, taking it out, and then leaving every few hours for the regular prosthetic. The visit only being a few minutes long every few hours, and that you would have understood if he didnât want to come. He does want to come though; this is a major part of you. Nothing was going to stop him from being here with you no matter how mundane it is.Â
âHoney, are you ready to tell me what design you're doing? I donât think you can keep it a secret for much longer now that weâre here.â Price says to you while you both are sitting in the waiting room.Â
You give him a devilish smile, âNo, youâll see it in just a few minutes! Iâm not ruining the surprise while weâre this close to the finish line!âÂ
Price chuckled and squeezed your hand. You had told him a while ago that the fun eye was going to be a surprise for him. He had no idea how this was going to shock, but he was excited to see what you had done nonetheless.Â
It was only a few minutes after that when your name was called by the doctor. You and her first talked about the regular eye, and her taking all the photos she first needed to get started. Next it was the fun eye. You had been talking with the ocularist for the past few weeks before your appointment talking about it. The fun eye didnât need the whole back and forth like the regular eye did so when the doctor brought out a little box Price knew that the eye was in there.Â
Excitedly so you remove the eye you already had in, and place it on the table beside you. Price stood right next to you as the doctor opened the box for you both to see. What he saw only reminded him of how much he loved you.Â
The eye was covered in a honeycomb pattern and bee right in the corner. It was an obvious connection to the nickname âHoneyâ that he always called you.Â
âThatâs not even the best part,â you take the eye in your hand, and turn it around to show the back of it. Right where you would normally have a star symbol, a marker to let you know where the top was, instead was his and your initials. A heart drawn in between them.Â
Price doesnât think that he could have stopped the smile that graced his face even if he tried. Grabbing one of your hands he gives your knuckles a kiss. âPut it in, Honey. Letâs see it in action.âÂ
Gaz:
Gaz doesn't think he'll ever be able to forget the moment you first showed him your new eye. Your smile was bright, but uncertain as you looked at him. This was your first fun eye as you had called it.
You had come to him months ago talking about how you had made an appointment for a new eye, and that you were getting a fun eye as well despite being so nervous about it. When he had asked what you had to be nervous about you talked about it would then be obvious that you were different. That was why you had always only ever gotten the normal eyes because you didn't want to stand out any more than you already do.
It was a long conversation about your feelings surrounding your missing eye, but in the end he felt that he understood you so much more. Gaz honestly found the fact that you had a prosthetic eye pretty cool. He's so happy that you're now embracing it fully.Â
"You look amazing, love." Gaz leaned forward giving you a quick kiss, "That eye truly looks like it was meant to be worn by you." It really did too. The design on the eye resembled a disco ball. Your eye flashed with every move you made.Â
âWell it was made specifically for me.â You say with a small chuckle.Â
Gaz chuckles along with you before remembering a conversation the two of you had a while ago, âDoes this mean I can have one of your old eyes?âÂ
âYou seriously want one?âÂ
âOf course! You said that people often made jewelry out of them, and I want to make a keychain with one of yours. That way Iâll always have a piece of you with me.âÂ
âWe'll go down to the craft store tomorrow then, and get that made!âÂ
He gives you another kiss, âPerfect!âÂ
Gaz loved watching you the following days as you lit up every time you looked in the mirror. Moving your head around, and watching as the light bounced off your eye. He promised himself right there that if anyone said anything cruel about your new eye he would make sure that poor soul never looked in your direction again.Â
Soap:
Soap couldn't believe that he was finally getting married to you today. It had been so stressful yet so fun planning for this day. He couldn't wait to see you walk down the aisle to him.
You didnât let him see the wedding dress or your wedding eye, and he knew you were excited for him to see as well. Soap hadn't thought about a wedding eye when you two were talking about making appointments for everything, but when you had hesitantly brought up the idea of getting a new eye specially for the wedding he was all for it.
He had begged you to let him see it, but you had said that, just like the dress, him seeing it would cause bad luck. It was hard though not knowing what it looked like. Soap had been at every appointment since you two had gotten together; even helped you with a few designs as well.Â
It wasnât until the doors opened and the music started did Soap snap out of his thoughts. You, his soon to be wife, stood at the entrance looking ethereal. It truly took his breath away looking at you. He didnât think this day could get any better.Â
With you now standing right in front him he was finally able to clearly see your eyes. Your beautiful seeing eye and your wedding eye. Which somehow made his smile even wider looking at it. The design on it was his familyâs tartan; it perfectly matched his kilt.Â
âYou have no idea what you do to me, lass.â Soap whispered to you as he took your hands in his.Â
âI have an idea on exactly what I can do.âÂ
And that is exactly why he loves you so much. He doesnât think anyone else could ever know him like you do. The only left to do know was to say âI doâ and walk out of here as Mr. and Mrs. MacTavish.Â
Ghost:
Walking into the front door of your shared apartment after being deployed was always something he looked forward to. As soon as the door shut behind you were already jumping into his arms, and he welcomed it every time.
He held you tight for several seconds before pulling away. Looking into your eyes he sees something that heâs never seen before; you got a new eye while he was away. Ghost couldnât get enough of your eyes; both of them.
Your new eyeâs design was a glittery skull. A skull that held a lot of resemblance to his own mask. Very gently he grabs your face, making you hold your gaze with his. âWhatâs this love?â Ghost makes sure to tap your cheek on the same side as your prosthetic just to make sure you know what heâs talking about.
"Do you like it?" You grin up at him, "We match!âÂ
âHmm looks great, love,â Ghost loved all your eyes. He especially loved when you had given him a random gift one day that was one of your older normal eyes made into a bracelet. He wore it all the time. The reaction he got from Soap seeing it for the first time was something he would always remember.Â
Getting a closer look at the eye, Ghost noticed that the accuracy of his mask was almost scary. Your ocularist was truly an artist and it showed with every single eye you had made. The new eye wasnât his favorite, but it was a close second. His absolute favorite was when you got an eye designed after his own eyes. You had gotten it some time after you gave him the bracelet.Â
Ghost didnât understand why, when you first started dating, hid the fact that you wore a prosthetic eye. Only ever wearing a normal eye around him for the longest time. It wasnât until you wore a fun eye with him, and you ended up getting harassed by an old woman about how terrible it was that you didnât try and hide it. âYouâre going to scare the children, â she had said.Â
It was a step back in your confidence of wearing them, but with time and reassurance it seems like you donât ever wear your normal eye nowadays. He wouldnât have it any other way; all he wanted was for you to feel comfortable expressing yourself.Â
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â§Ë°.âȘïž.đ„ Ęâ§:. rapid eye movement (part ii)
summary: you meet ellie in a dreamâŠor was it at a cafĂ© now?
cw: nothing, just fluff (repost from old account), you can read part 1 here
BEFORE YOU READ!!!:
FUNDRAISER MASTERPOST BOYCOTT TLOU DAILY CLICK
"Excuse me, um, I love you"
I know that's not the way to start a conversation
It had been two days since you had seen Ellie. This time she wasnât accompanied by the yellowish hue and warm ambience of your R.E.M. state, you had actually seen her.
The girl that was driving you crazy was actually flesh and bones, rather than just a lulling mirage, and she had been kind enough to give you the notebook youâd forgotten at your favorite cafĂ©.
There was no other way to describe it besides bizarre.
You couldnât even thank her properly, staring at her for what was probably too long with widened eyes. She even asked a concerned âAre you okay?â. And no, you definitely werenât.
Did she not know who you were? Did she forget about your strolls and your hugs and your deep talks? Had she ever dreamt of you? Was it even possible that it was all true? Or had you maybe seen her before and your brain took her face and made up an entire person?
How are you supposed to explain to a total stranger youâve dreamt of her and fallen for her in said dreams?
The hair, the face, the tattoo, all of it was the same. Would she be the same, though? Was she an astrophysics major? Did she like the color green and NASA and also laughed at silly puns?
It was like your brain was nothing but a bunch of questions with no answer. None rational, at least.
But there she was. Right in front of you with that mesmerizing aura of hers that made you feel so drawn to herâŠregardless of the realm you were in. You werenât one to ask people out. Youâd usually wait for them to ask you or flirt with them until they took a hint. But there was no way you could let her go just like that. You couldnât really tell her you knew her either, but you could just ask for her phone number, right?
And so you did. She smiled and agreed. In her mind, she was happy about the fact that giving you your notebook back had landed her a possible date with such a pretty girl.
Two days. You hadnât texted her. You didnât dare. What if she wasnât like your Ellie? What if for some fucked up reason you dreamt of someone so special but she turned out to be nothing like that? What if the connection wasnât there? What if she wasnât sweet and caring and funny and trustworthy?
But it had been enough. Enough questions and enough overthinking. There was no way for you to know if you didnât text her.
âHi, itâs the girl whose notebook you saved :)â
âHey, didnât think youâd text anymoreâ
âOh no! Iâm sorry. I just got a little caught up with schoolâ
âI wanted to see if youâd like to hangout sometime?â
âIâd really like that. Is friday cool?â
âFridayâs great <3â
âOkay, Iâll pick you up, yeah?â
âOh you donât have to dwâ
âNo, itâs okay, I want toâ
âPretty girl like you shouldnât be walking on her ownâ
You sighed in relief. At least you were done with that part.
FlirtyâŠAt least that checks out with your Ellie.
You spent the rest of your week both dreading and anticipating your date on Friday. And, god, were you a mess.
You couldnât remember ever being so nervous about meeting someone. You spent the next couple days overthinking your outfit choices, how you should do your hair, what you were going to say. More than anything, the thought of this Ellie not being at least a little like your Ellie was nothing short of terrifying. You adored this girl. Her not being real was one thing, but her being real and being the complete opposite was a nightmare.
At 6:36pm your bell rang.
âComing!â You yelled as you finished putting on your shoe and took one last look in the mirror.
âYou got this,â you told yourself. Though the shaking of your hands was slightly contradictory.
You finally opened the door and there she was. She was wearing jeans and an open button-up with the half-up hairdo you liked so much. You canât help but discreetly pinch yourself just to make sure you werenât asleep.
âHi.â You greet her with a smile.
âHey, you look great.â
âThank you, you look great too.â SheÂŽs smirking now, probably noticing how nervous you were. Well, at least now you knew she was cocky too. âYou ready?â
The ride to the restaurant was filled with small talk. You were too nervous to ask her any of the questions you actually needed to ask. You thought to yourself youâd leave them for the restaurant. Having warmed up a little more with each other.
One thing about Ellie, she knew how to treat a girl. She opened the door for you, helped you fasten your seatbelt, let you play your own music on the way there. She was soâŠwell, dreamy.
As you both wait for your food you finally gather the courage to ask. In reality, they were all very basic questions. Not to you, though.
âSo, Ellie..â
She hums.
âAre you in college?â
âYeah, Astrophysicsâ. Oh, fuck.
âAstrophysics?â Your eyes widen.
âYeah,â she chuckles, âhave always been into all things space.â
You canât quite believe this is real and not some sort of sick cosmic joke. You try your best to hide your shock. Itâs not really a good look for you to audibly gasp every time she says or does something that further proves sheâs actually Ellie.
âOh really? You must be really smart, then.â You tease with a smile.
âShut up.â She laughs. âAre you in college?â
âYes, English Literature. Almost done.â
âReally? Suits you.â
âIs that a good thing or a bad thing?â
âGood, of course.â
If this whole thing was bizarre, this moment was just ridiculous. Every other déjà vu was nothing compared to this. It was your Ellie, from the looks down to the way she worded her thoughts.
The rest of your date went great. You learned she indeed was twenty two and liked NASA and comics. She talked the same and she laughed at the same things. She had the same mannerisms: pouts her lips, she fidgets with her hands, smirks a whole lot and oh! such a flirt.
One thing, though - nothing hinted at the fact that she remembered you. You knew most of the things she told you about herself today, not that you minded, but she was actually meeting you for the first time. How could she not remember? Did she even have the same dreams?
You still had many questions, but you were also very relieved. She was Ellie. Your Ellie. Your auburnette with a space obsession and a liking for silly puns. Your funny and sweet friend. Your favorite girl.
She took you back home and walked you to your door. You spin on your heel to face her.
Loose strand of her framing her face, glimmery green eyes staring at you and an eyebrow scar thatâs surprisingly attractive on her. Like straight up from your subconscious mind, now right in front of you.
âCan I see you again?â You can tell sheâs the nervous one now, not that she lets you see it. You just know her too well.
You smile at her. You thought it was obvious.
âOf course.â You inch closer towards her and press a kiss on her cheek. âCall me, yeah?â
She blushes at this. Trying too hard to contain the huge grin on her lips.
âI will.â
âGoodbye, Ellie.â
The next few days went well. Ellie and you kept texting back and forth, getting to know each other more. You did find out new things about her. About her past, her friendships, her family.
You found yourself constantly checking your phone for her texts. Eagerly waiting for the notification on your screen with her name attached to it. Not that she ever made you wait long, you pretty much had all her attention. Youâd smile every time sheâd make a dumb joke or sheâd call you a sweet name. When you thought you couldnât love this girl moreâŠ
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The sun was starting to set. Pink and purple clouds painting the sky. The weather was getting warmer and you didnât have to carry an obnoxiously big jacket with you anymore. Youâd had classes all day, finally ready to unwind and peacefully enjoy your Friday night. Or so you thought.
Your phone starts ringing and itâs none other than the girl who's responsible for your stomach doing somersaults. You quickly drag the phone icon to the right and press the device to your ear.
âHello?â
âHey, pretty, Are you busy?â
âNope, just walking home. Had a bunch of classes all day.â
âAre you doing anything later?â
âEllie Williams, are you trying to ask me out on a date?â You jokingly gasp and earn a laugh from her end.
âYes, actually. The skyâs supposed to be like super clear tonight and I know a spot where you can really see all the stars and stuff.â
âIâm in.â
âYeah? Iâll pick you up in an hour. Sounds good?â
âSounds great. Bye, Ellie.â
âSee you in an hour.â
You scurried to your apartment to get ready. You did your hair, changed your clothes, sprayed a sweet vanilla perfume on your pulsing points and quickly touched up your makeup. An hour and eleven minutes later, your bell rang.
This time she was wearing a hoodie with a light jacket on top, her staple jeans and jacket combo. Her hair was up in a low bun. She was such a sight for sore eyes.
âHow do you even know this place?â You ask as you both get out of the car. It was higher than the rest of the city, not quite at the top of the mountains but it still had a rather breath-taking view. Pretty quiet yet comforting. A safe haven just for the two of you, at least for tonight.
âWellâŠâ Ellie scrunches her nose.
âWhat?â
âKind of found it by accident once, with my ex.â She nervously scratches the back of her neck.
âAre you serious?â You laugh.
âIt was just once!â
âSo you bring all your girls here?â
âJust the special ones.â
âShut up, dork.â You playfully roll your eyes at her and nudge her arm.
You both settle the blanket on the grass. Lying next to each other. Propped heads rested on your respective hands.
âSo..ex, huh?â
âYeah, we broke up a little bit over a year ago.â
âWhat was her name?â
âCat.â You hum. âSheâs great, we just didnât really work as a couple.â
âAre you guys still friends?â
âWe are on good terms. Talk every now and then. I wouldnât call it âfriendsâ, though.â
âIâm not really supposed to talk about exes until like the fifth date, you know?â She jokes.
âYou brought her up!â You laugh.
âYeah, you are right. Sorry.â
âDonât be.â
Ellie couldnât quite put her finger on it. Yes, this was your second date but it felt like it wasnât. She felt as if she had known you her whole life. Something about talking to you and spending time with you felt just right. More than right. You brought a sense of comfort to her. She was in awe of you.
You both rest your heads and look up at the sky. Ellie was right, it was very clear tonight, you couldnât recall the last time you had seen so many stars.
âLook, you see that one? The one that looks like a W.â
âWait, where?â
âRight..â she grabs your index finger and points it towards it, âthere.â
âOh I see it!â
âThatâs Cassiopeia.â She explains not letting go of your hand, despite you having already spotted the cluster of stars. âItâs the 25th largest constellation in the night sky.â
âYeah?â
âYeah, and the first to list it was Ptolomy in the second centuryâŠâ Ellie went on and on about nebulas and exoplanets. Itâs not that you didnât care, it just so happened that the constellations lined up by her freckles were a whole lot more interesting than the ones drawn in the navy blue sky. âI probably sound like such a nerd right now.â She laughed.
âWhat? No, not at all. Itâs cute how excited you get.â You keep on playing with her hand. Locking and unlocking your fingers, twisting them against each otherâs, featherly brushes against her knuckles and the soft scraping of your nails against her skin.
âIs it?â She could feel her heart speed up, so much so that it felt like it was trying to break her ribs and find its way to you. You were no better.
âMhm, you are very smart. I love hearing you talk.â
She smirked. Of course she did. No matter how nervous or excited she was, she wasnât Ellie without that tinge of cockiness never leaving her side.
âCan I kiss you?â
âYes.â You breathed out.
She hovered over you, grabbing your chin to pull you closer to her. She brushed her lips against yours, almost kissing you. Breaths perfectly sync as you feel the air fanning against each otherâs mouth. There was no way in hell you could wait one more second, you break first. You crashed your lips into hers.
You had never kissed Ellie, not even in your dreams. You had thought about it many times, but even your imaginationâs best efforts couldnât compare to this.
It was exhilarating, the feeling of her lips rhythmically moving with yours. It just made sense, you two fit. You had kissed people before, but nothing like this. You two were made for each other, and if the otherworldly experience of how you first met didnât make it painfully obvious, this did.
You moaned into the kiss which she took as an opportunity to explore your mouth with her tongue. Cupping your face to bring you closer, as if you were going anywhere.
She finally breaks the kiss.
âFuckâŠâ
You giggle, âI know.â
Crazy to be so infatuated by someone on your second date. But the truth is thatâs how Ellie felt and she couldnât explain the how. You, on the other hand, had an idea or two.
After your second date the two of you only got closer. You were on cloud nine. You two could talk for hours, hangout for hours, laugh for hours, kiss for hours. You had come to terms with the fact that you would never know how it is that you met Ellie first or why she couldnât remember your slumber induced escapades.
It didnât make it any less strange, but you were long past the freaking out stage. If anything, you had gotten to know Ellie better and even experienced things you never got the chance to back there. You were meant to find each other. That was the best you could come up with and it was fine with you.
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You decided to plan a date for you and Ellie. She was usually the one that did, being the creative one out of the two of you. But you wanted to do something nice for her.
You settled on a picnic. The past few days had been sunny and warm enough for it. You hauled to the kitchen and prepared everything you needed. The snacks, the drinks, the plates and the cutlery, checkered blanket and all. You even got her flowers earlier that morning.
As your girl rang your bell one more time to pick you up, you grabbed the basket and the flowers and opened the door.
âHey, beautiful.â She said as she pulled you in for a kiss. You hum into the kiss.
âThese are for you,â you tell her as you hand her the bouquet.
âAre you serious?â She asks with a grin on her face.
âOf course, Iâm serious.â
âGod, you areâ kiss âso fuckingâ kiss âcuteâ kiss
You giggle into her kisses. âI take it you like them?â
âI love them. You are the first girl to give me flowers, you know?â
âI am?â You ask incredulously.
âYeah.â
âAll the other girls were stupid, then.â She laughs.
She drives to your destination. A pretty forest you had found upon a quick internet search for a good picnic spot. The pictures didnât lie, the place was beautiful. Green foliage and perfectly cut grass with the perfect amount of sun and shade. You set up the whole thing, enjoying the evening with Ellie.
Ellie was convinced she could stare at you for hours. From how you move your hands when you talk, to how you tilt your head back slightly when you laugh, to how you pout your lips and twist them to the side when you are thinking, you drive her mad.
And maybe itâs the way the sun is hitting your back, making a halo form around your silhouette. Maybe itâs the way the green compliments your skin so beautifully, so familiarly. Maybe the way the warmth of the day and yours mix together and embrace her, making her vision slightly hazy. Maybe the way the sound of the breeze hits the leaves and the sound of the birds chirping mixes with your voice and creates a song sheâs sure sheâs heard before. But Ellie has lived this before. She has seen you like this before.
She almost gets whiplash from it, all of it coming back to her at once. The day at the cafĂš wasnât the first time you two met, and she remembered now.
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a/n: second repost while i work on part 3 :)
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The Engagement pt.3
Armando Aretas x Black Fem! Reader
Hey guys I know this took a little while to come out but like I said, nothing but the best for my readers!
With that being said, this has strong themes of toxic relationships and major smut! Enjoy đșđ
I also wanna give credit to @zari-0115 she helped me write the smut scene so W to her! Sheâs the best
You knew heâd be here. You were told heâd be here. You just didnât realize how much it would actually hurt. You didnât realize the air would start thinning around you when you saw his new girlfriend wrapped around him looking like they were the happiest couple on earth.
You feel a tight squeeze on your hand before realizing Armando was standing beside you.
âCâmonâ,he says,taking your hand in his. You sift through the crowded party, hand in hand, before finally making it through the balconys sliding doors. You put your hands on your knees , and attempt to steady your breathing.
âLook up and count to tenâ,Armando lifts your chin up before turning your head to look at the view in front of you. You stare out at the beautiful picture. The sunset and the ocean colliding in a way thatâs so gorgeous with the pool infront of you glistening. It makes you wonder what you did to deserve to see this.
âOne.Two.Three. Four. Fiveâ, you start to count,feeling the tension and anxiety fade away. âThere you go, inhala exhalaâ,he says rubbing your arms softly. âThank youâ,you smile up at him.
âWhatâs with the panic attack?â,Armando asks. âI donât know. I saw my ex and my chest just started like caving inâ, you explain trying not to let the tears hiding behind your eyes, out. You take a seat on the cool pavement
âThat blonde tonto wit the bad hair cut?â, he asks with a disgusted look as he sits next to you.
âUnfortunately yes. I donât even know why I dated him. But when someone manipulates your heart, itâs hard not to fall for the fake version of themâ, you sigh.
âOh look at me sounding like a Pinterest quote and shitâ,you laugh. âWhat happened?â,he looks over to you. âWell he didnât physically do anything to me. But i just realized it was like he was jealous of what I was doing with work and when I finally had my own place it was like he hated me for it.â,you start to explain.
Armandoâs blood starts to boil the more you talk. âI donât wanna talk your head off about old shit thoâ,you shrug. âIm here to listenâ,he says geniunely.
You give a slight nod,âIt got to the point where he would ridicule me for everything and belittle me. And at some point I started believing he was right. And I got in this really low place..I wasnât eating, couldnât sleep, didnât even show up to work for a week.â, you sigh getting war flashbacks from arguably the worst time of your life.
âWhy did Kelly and Dorn invite him if he did all that to you?â,he asks. âThey donât know about anything that actually went down. They just know we didnât work out. After everything I still wanted to protect his image.â,you say fidgeting with your finger tips .
Armando grabs your hand, âpromise me somethingâ. You raise an eyebrow. âPromise youâll never let anyone give you anything less than what you deserveâ. He looks into your eyes, waiting for you to promise.
âI promiseâ,you nod. âAnd donât let that dickhead fuck this party up for you okay.â,he says rubbing the palm of your hand with his thumb.
âThank you again Armando. Like for coming and helping me with all this.â,You look over at him. The world is calm for a moment and it seems like itâs only you and Armando.
âI donât know if this is dumb to tell you or not. But Armando I think I -â
Youâre cut off by Armando smashing his lips into yours. You lean into the kiss as he cups your face. You two get so deep into the kiss that at some point your back is on the pavement and heâs on top of you. Without coming up for air the two of you deepen the kiss. Within an instant Armando falls over into the pool, the splash getting you wet.
âOh shitâ,you let out a loud laugh. He resurfaces,wiping the water out of his eyes. âOh this is funny to you?â,he smiles up at you. âOh no of course not. Itâs hillariousâ, you cackle. âYea yea now help me outâ,he sticks his hand out for you. He grabs on hold of your hand before he smirks and pulls you in next to him.
You resurface in the water, âno the fuck you didntâ,you laugh. Everyone walks outside hearing the commotion. âWhat is going on hereâ,Kelly laughs.
âUm nothingâ,you giggle. âWho cares just jump inâ,Marcus says pushing past Mike to jump in the pool. âMan you better watch my suit,â, He says, dead serious by the look on his face.
The two of you climb out of the pool as everyone files back into the living room. You make your way to you guysâs room as your wet clothes cling to your bodies. âYou wanna shower first?â, you ask turning to him. âNah ladies firstâ, he smirks over at you . You head into the bathroom,starting up the shower, getting the temperature just right. You loved the build of the bathroom. There was a huge see through shower with beautiful deep brown brick walls and a huge granite sink.
You peek your head out the bathroom seeing Armando snatch off the wet t-shirt. Itâs not like he didnât look amazing with the shirt on but got damn if he didnât look just as good with it off.
You get into the shower feeling the warm water and bubbles up your skin. A wide smirk spreads across your face as a bright idea pops into your head. âHey Armando can you hand me my towel I left it on the bedâ,You call out.
âYea sureâ,he says putting the towel over his shoulder and walking into the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. He walks in with his hand over his eyes. âWhy donât you move your hand and put them somewhere elseâ,you smile. He slowly removes his hand before looking upon your body and stepping into the shower with you.
He places soft kisses on your neck, tracing his hands up and down your skin. You let out soft moans as he scoops you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist.
In this moment you two were the only things that matter. He looks up at you, âAre you sure you wanna do thisâ,he looks into your deep brown eyes.
âYes, I want youâ,you say as a wide smile appears across your face. He smiles before kissing you so passionately.
He immediately starts fast, pounding into you with your back against the tile wall. He slides in you going deeper, until he hits your cervix causing you to yell out in pleasure.
Armando carries you to the bed, your legs still wrapped around his waist, before laying you down, towering over you he places soft kisses on your boobs, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. He enters two fingers into you causing you to arch yourself upwards with every touch. Your toes curl as he massages your clit. Just when youâre close to finishing Armando removes his fingers. You look down at him, your eyes meeting his, you all but beg for him to give you your release. He smiles up at you mischievously while taking his fingers and putting it up to his mouth to taste you.
He then lifts you up and turns you over like you weigh nothing. He slips himself inside of you and pounds in and out repeatedly. You grab hold of the pillows to keep yourself up right, squirming at each jolt you can hardly keep your ass up. âHold on Mi Amorâ he says instructing you not to finish just yet. Right when he feels you pulsing under him he slips himself out⊠yet again. âWhy are you teasing me?â You whine. Armando doesnât answer he just flips you over and begins to go down on you, alternating between his tongue and fingers devouring you while he pleasures your nipples with his other hand. He finally lets you release not soon after he enters you again for him to then be finished.
The two of you plop down onto the soft satin sheets, heavy breathing and giggling in between. âYou donât know how long Iâve been waiting to do thatâ,You smile over at him. âIâve been waiting for that since the day I met youâ,He says cupping the side of your face.
âYou getting soft on me Aretas?â,you laugh. âYou know ainât shit bout me soft Mamaâ,He looks over at you with a sarcastic smirk. âCall me mama again and we gon have to may have to go run it back â,You say before climbing on top of him, a mischievous smile across your face. âLetâs do it then mamaâ,he smirks up at you.
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Frustrated - CC
Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader
Summary: Caitlin is frustrated and you save the day HC (based on THIS request)
Warnings: just fluff
Word Count: 1.8k
Sweetbans Masterlist
AN: I am not a gamer but your girl tried.
Caitlin met you in one of her classes - the two of you were partnered up for a project that had to do with marketing strategies. Your topic was video games and how they are marketed differently than other products. You had talked to one another here and there throughout your time at Iowa since you shared a major but nothing more than the simple 'Hi' or 'Did you get this part of the notes?'.
Partnering up with Caitlin was harder than you had expected considering her schedule but you made it work. Since the project was the whole semester long and would all culminate into your final project, you both made it a priority to meet up regularly to work on it. This included working around Caitlin's basketball schedule and your work schedule.
Due to both of your schedules, you ended up meeting up at the oddest times. Typically it was a late study night back at one of your apartments or the occasional weekend afternoon if you weren't working. But in all reality, neither of you wanted to be doing any sort of schoolwork on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.
As the project progressed, so did your friendship with the school's star athlete. There would be times that you had planned to meet up to work on the project and ended up getting takeout and talking.
"You know I have never been a fan of partner work for class but you have made it bearable," you say as you take a bite of your food. "Thank you?" She asks confused but is followed by a laugh. "You're welcome," you say now also laughing. "Hey will all this talk about games and stuff, do you play?" She asks looking over at you. You bob your head around, "I dabble. I don't really play much anymore but grew up with brothers who were always gaming." "Well you should try sometime," Caitlin says taking a bite. "I don't have any sort of console," you say passing her a napkin. "You can always play here," she says knowing that she is widening the scope of your interactions. Up to this point, you would really only consider her your marketing partner but her asking you to do something more than the project projects you two in to the friend zone. "That would be cool," you say with a smile. You could use more friends on campus.
Over the course of the semester, in addition to working on your project, you found yourself over at Caitlin's apartment gaming. It mostly consisted of you watching her play games and keeping her company. Not that you ever minded. You would chill on her bed and watch her play.
Watching her play consisted of you typically watching her for the first few minutes and then picking up the book you brought to read. Caitlin never minded and really just enjoyed your company. She always played with one of her ears uncovered from her headset to hear your little remarks.
"Those flowers look like weeds my grandma would have me pick from her garden when I was little," you say, book in hand but looking at the screen in front of her. "Really?" Cait asked. "That's random." "You asked," you say as you look back down towards your book. "I didn't ask," she says turning to face you now. "You did, you asked when you invited me over to watch you game," you say with a smile. She rolls her eyes and turns back to the monitor. A few minutes pass before Caitlin is pulled out of the game by you but this time not by a comment. She sees you put your book down and make your way out of her room. "Where are you going?" She yells after you but doesn't leave her spot. "Don't worry about it," you say. Cait knows you weren't leaving because your book was still propped open on her bed and if there is anything she has learned about you it's that you don't go anywhere without it. You come back 30 minutes later with a plate in your hand. Caitlin perks up knowing the smell of what's on it before you even enter the room. "Cookies?" She asks. "Cookies," you say as you sit on the corner of her bed and offer the plate to her. She goes to take the plate and you swat her hand. "Not the whole plate, just take one, you say biting into the one in your hand. She grabs one and it is gone in two bites. "Mmmm chocolate chip, my favorite," she says and turns back to her game.
Little to your knowledge, Caitlin was getting quite comfortable with your presence. She would invite you over just to have you present. You never minded. You enjoyed her company as well. It was easy - the two of you never needed to entertain each other when you were together.
Little to her knowledge, you sort of fibbed a little when you told her you dabbled in gaming before. You did much more than dabble. You would dominate your brothers which caused them to never want to play with you. Gaming just came naturally to you. Your instinct and reaction were something that couldn't be taught.
All of this leads to a turning point in Caitlin's knowledge of you as well as her feelings.
Caitlin groans yet again as she tosses her controller and removes her headset. "What's up CC?" You ask, not looking up from your book. "So stupid," she says and flops down on her bed next to you. You look up and see the screen she is on. You have been there before - your brothers had gotten the game over the summer and played it nonstop, all the way through. "Mind if I try?" You ask. "Good luck," she says sarcastically. When you grab the controller and give it a go - Caitlin knows you have been holding out on her when you didn't ask what buttons mean what and what the goal is for where her character is at in the game. She sits back and watches you, jaw-dropping as watches you navigate the side quest she was so adamant about completing. When you complete it on the first go, Caitlin is in awe. She pushes you over and presses you into the bed, shaking you. "Where did that come from???" She yells both in excitement and confusion. "Cait, you are crushing me," you say as the girl over you continues to press all the air in your lungs out of you. "You have been lying to me!" She is still shaking you. "Caitlin Clark!" You yell with every ounce of breath you have left. She finally lets up on you but sits on her knees next to you. "Why haven't you been playing with me?" She asks as she lets you sit up. "Cause when I play - people end up getting frustrated with me and never want to play with me," you say. "I don't believe it, we are playing together right now," Caitlin says as she gets up and grabs a second controller.
Caitlin very quickly learns why no one likes to play with you. You don't mess up. It takes her about a week to realize she misses the days when you would come over and read while she plays.
One night in particular, Cait reaches a breaking point.
The night is a little different than the others as you have brought a book and decided to read while CC plays. As you are reading you hear Cait groan in frustration - multiple times. "What Cait," you say not also annoying because her sighing and groaning now interrupting your reading. She doesn't say anything as she is lying face down next to you with her face in her hands. You see the screen and grab her controller. You seamlessly make your way through another scene, getting it on the first try. Caitlin whips her head around when she hears the sound of the level begin complete. "Unbelievable," Caitlin says frustrated. "CC," you say as you watch her move from her laying position to a sitting one and cross her arms. "Oh come on, CC," you say and she just pouts. Whenever she gets frustrated, she acts like a toddler. You thought it was adorable but never made that known since the two of you had always just been friends. You begin to poke at her sides, pinching them and causing her to squirm. A smile peaks on your face as you keep poking at her. Caitlin's arms now are unfolded trying to stick to her sides to diminish the surface area you have access to. When you begin to tickle her full-on - you can see her fighting a smile as her hands come up to try to grab yours to get you to stop. "I surrender!" Caitlin yells trying to get you to stop, which you do. You didn't realize you had moved to straddle her and are now sitting on her while Cait's hands hold yours on her stomach. Caitlin sits up a little, her hands leaving yours and holding your waist to make sure you don't move off of her when she sits up. You don't know what to feel - your heart is racing and you don't know if that is from just trying to tickle the girl you are on or because of your growing feelings. Caitlin is looking at your lips and you can't help but lick your bottom lip. This causes Cait to lean in. "Don't move," she whispers as she brings her lips to meet yours. Her hands are firm on your hips as your hands come to wrap around her neck. Once you begin to kiss her back, she pulls you closer to her and kisses you in a manner that is much more than friendly. You pull away, both of you panting. Your head is spinning. "Caitlin," you say and she leans her forehead against yours. "Yes?" She asks one of her hands coming to cup your face, brushing her thumb along your cheek. "Caitlin," you say with a sigh. She smiles and pulls you in for another kiss.
From then on, the two of you decided that you could not game together and that Caitlin would only call on you to help her when she really needed it. Which she never liked to admit but loves watching you dominate.
The two of you end up having to catch up on your project as the semester comes to an end. It is annoying but you both end up having to put a few Saturdays into it. When you finally present your project a weight is lifted off of your shoulders because you no longer have to be Cait's marketing partner and could just be her girlfriend.
AN: Strayed a little from the request but I hope it makes sense. Let me know what you think. And as always, thank you for your love and support đ€
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Butterflies canât see the colour of their wings series:
Part 1 Part 2 ( you are here) part 3
A/n: this ainât probably the part 2 that you were looking for but I tried brainstorming a few ideas and this is all I could come up with.
Tag list: @xoxobabe @spiderpunksbaee @farleyis @ray202 @persondoingstuff @kittekat420 @juicyj28 @mikeikax @karmz-7319
âWait, you think Miles might be setting you up with Hobie?â Gwen asked.
âThatâs what it feels like, we were just chilling then all of a sudden Hobie became the topic.â You told her as you were waiting for the feet of your friends to come, knowing how Hobie goes to grab Miles first, then hoping over to Pavâs so the three could go to yours or Gwenâs dimension together; it was easy to know when they were near as you could hear them laughing and participate in some good old fashioned roughhousing with one another much like brothers did. So it wasnât uncommon when one or all of them turn up with scuffed clothing and wide grins laced with mischief.
You and Gwen loved your boys, you truly did but the could be a fucking handful when they wanted to be, but thatâs what you signed up for once becoming friends with them after some bonding during a mission to contain an anomaly in your; dimension 619.
âHmm,â Gwen made a thoughtful face, she, Miles and Pavitr had taken notice of how Hobie acts when heâs with you and despite there no being real major differentiations but there was obviously something going off in the way he would always sit beside you, arm slung over your shoulders as his leg is pressed up against yours or how it was that whenever you spoke he would give you all of his undivided attention and hang onto your every word as though it were gospel. âIf thereâs anyone to ask about this it should be Hobie, after all wouldnât it be better to hear it from him rather then through someone else that he has feelings for you?â
âI guess youâre right but I just donât see what he sees in me to find me all that interesting, Iâm just another Spider-person like you, him, Pav and Miles.â You tell Gwen, not seeing how someone as cool as him could ever possibly show interest in you; sure youâve noticed a change or two in how he interacts with you but you didnât want to be in over your head about this and end up looking like a total idiot for overanalysing. âWill you stop that.â Gwen suddenly says and you look at her as you gradually stopped fiddling with the spiked cuff Hobie gave you a while back, âstop what?â
âThis!â she exclaimed, âThis self deprecating tear down, youâre a lovely person and i like being with you, Miles likes being with you, Pavitr likes being with you, Hobie especially likes being with you! A butterfly canât see the colour of their wings but us as humans can see how beautiful they are; likewise you might not think youâre not good enough but others can see how special and amazing you are and to me, youâre pretty fucking amazing and Iâm done letting you get in your own yeah in being happy.â Gwen finished, slightly out of breath. She was done allowing you degrade yourself without letting you get a glimpse of what she sees, of what she thinks Hobie sees, because at the end of the day their words are just that; words, it was up to you on whether or not you wanted to believe them or not.
Before you could say anything in response, Hobie, Miles and Pavitr came onto the rooftop, laughing and smiling with one another and upon seeing you, Hobie made his way over, slugging his arm over your shoulder and tugging you into his side, jostling you a little upon seeing the look upon your face. âYou alright love?â He asked concerned. You sent him a smile as your hand reached to grab the one that was hanging loosely from your shoulders, giving it a quick squeeze. âIâm alright Hobie, nothing you need to worry yourself with.â
âYouâd tell me if there was wouldnât you?â Hobie asked, still not convinced that you were one hundred percent. âHobie,â you chuckled, âtrust me Iâm fine, me and Gwen just had a heart to heart is all.â You tell him without going into much detail. Hobie stared at you a little longer to see if you were lying to him but stopped when he couldnât, squeezing your hand, Hobie conceded, âfine, but just know Iâm here for you yeah? You donât gotta hide from me, I just wanna shoulder the burden with you and make it a tad easier on you.â You appreciated Hobieâs want to help his friends, heâs naturally protective over you, Miles, Gwen and Pavitr so it was natural for him to want to help you guys wherever he can, mainly because he was the one all of you went for solid advice to now and then.
Yet you doubt he could help you when it came to you expressing your feelings for him. This was something youâd have to sort out yourself now with your newfound self confidence thanks to Gwen. You pressed an innocent kiss to Hobieâs cheek, âYouâre amazing Hobie and Iâm not dismissing your help or anything but Iâm sure I can figure this out on my own, if I canât then Iâll come to you.â You tell him, unaware of the fact that Gwen, Pavitr and Miles all looked to you both just in time to see the kiss happen.
Gwen and Miles were both smiling with pride while Pavitr was trying his hardest not to squeal as he snapped a picture of the tender moment, once you two get together he was defiantly going to tease you both about how obvious the tension between you two was.
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iâm having thee worst plug!eren brainrot rn so hereâs some random hcâs for himmm
mdni///cw include: black coded reader, SMUT, a whole lotta tooth rotting fluff, drug usage, major gun kink, talks of mommy and daddy issues, some grisha slander heh, not proofread so there may be some spelling mistakes :((
⥠so itâs goes without saying he is one of those ppl that has no idea what to do when someoneâs crying in front of him. he grew up in a household where if he was ever caught crying heâd be told to suck it up and act like a man :(( so itâs very hard for him to find the right words to say or do the right actions when comforting someone. on the bright side he has gotten better at it since heâs met you.
⥠the first time you cried in front of him was when you made the horrible decision to show him the movie âmy sisters keeperâ and you were an absolute mess by the time the credits rolled. âare youâŠ.are you crying?â he asked absolutely flabbergasted that you were crying, sure the movie was sad but was it really that sad?? (yes it is). âof c-course im sad *hiccup* did you not watch any of the damn movie?â you sniffled crossing your arms over you chest. instead of talking about it any further eren just pulled you onto his lap and tucked your face in his neck muttering out a âwhatever you say weirdo.â after witnessing many moments like that heâs wayyy better at handling your lil emotional self.
⥠heâs surprisingly a natural with kids!!! one of his homeboys has a three year old daughter who is absolutely too precious for her own good and every time eren sees her he canât help but turn into a pile of mush. he doesnât do the whole baby talk thing though heâll talk to that little girl like sheâs one of the homies much to your dismay. one time he bought her a barbie car as a present and the gesture was adorable a first until he opened his damn mouth, âand if any of those kids at the park mess with you just run them over with this and theyâll leave you alone okay? listen to your uncle eren he knows his shit.â that earned him a smack upside the head from you and an exhausted head shake from his homeboy. he rlly is too much.
⥠seeing you with his homies daughter also ignited something in him heâs never ever felt before. eren could never see himself as a dad, maybe the cool uncle but nothing more than that. but goddamn seeing you handle kids makes him wanna buy a big ass house and give you as many kids as youâll let himâhence his raging breeding kink that appears from time to time. you always wondered why he got so riled up every time he saw you with his friends daughter and then it all started to make sense one night when he was fucking you like a madman and kept moaning n panting about how pretty youâd look carrying his kids. you both came to an agreement that kids were off the table for a while but it didnât make it any less fun when he stuffed you full of his cum until he was basically shooting blanks.
⥠âg-goddamn fuck y/n,â eren groaned into your ear, emptying his fourth load into your aching pussy. you were absolutely spentânothing but a babbling, brain dead mess. you thought eren wouldâve been too tired as well, but when he pulled his face outta your neck he still had that mischievous glint in eyes that had you folded up in the first place. âmâstill hard,â he whispered making you whimper. ânoâŠn-no more ren too sensitive,â you whined making eren hum. he glanced at your thighs that were still shaking from the aftershocks of you previous orgasm, then looked back into your eyes. you knew what he was hinting at and meekly nodded your head making him smile. he slowly pulled out of your pussy, gently shushing you when he heard you whine before sitting back on his knees. he pushed your thighs together and quickly slipped his dick between the pillowy skin, groaning at how soft you felt. âyeahâŠthatâs it you feel so good mama,â he grunted pulling his kiss swollen bottom lip between his teeth. every once in a while he dick would glide across your overly sensitive clit making you mewl. it didnât take long for eren to reach his peak once again and without warning he parted your thighs and shoved his dick back into your pussy knocking all the air out of your lungs. âso goodâŠ.always so good for me. my perfect girl i love you do much,â eren muttered breathlessly into your ear.
⥠his love language is words of affirmation hands down!!!! he practically purrs like a kitten when you tell him how much you love him and how much he means to you :((
⥠i donât think itâs any surprise heâs got some pretty bad mommy AND daddy issues. losing carla at a young age had a monumental impact on him as a kid and grisha didnât even deserve the title of being a father. his whole life heâs never been able to be vulnerable in front of anyone until he met you ofc. you were his light, his safe haven and he didnât know what he did to deserve someone as caring and nurturing as you but he never dared question it. youâd only seen him cry one time in front of you and it was when you went with him to visit carlaâs grave. he looked like he was holding so much in and it absolutely broke your heart. âitâs okay to be upset eren you donât ever have to put on that tough façade for me,â you whispered pressing a kiss to his trembling lips that was full of so much love and care he couldâve sobbed. he still has his moments where he closes his emotions off from you but day by day youâre slowly breaking down those walls he built up all those years.
⥠he is a true crime girly!!! heâs one of those ppl that can go to sleep watching the i.d. channel and still sleep peacefully.
⥠youâre a tad bit too clumsy for your own good so eren keeps a thing of bandaids and alcohol in his car and then a small lil box of sanrio themed bandaids in your purse. you thought he was absolutely ridiculous for keeping them on standby until you used damn near all the sanrio themed bandaids.
⥠ânot so ridiculous for keeping these around now am i huh?â he chuckled putting the bandaid on your scraped knee. you didnât say anything instead letting out an annoyed huff, but the annoyance quickly went away when he gave your knee three kisses. âmy clumsy girl,â he snickered giving your pouting lips a kiss. âsânot my fault these heels are just too tall,â you mumbled kicking them off in annoyance. eren smirked and reached behind his seat pulling out a pair of fluffy slides, âi knew youâd get annoyed with them eventuallyâput these on instead,â he said setting the slides on your lap. you tried to your bratty act up but you just couldnât stop the smile that crept on your glossed up lips, âyouâre the best renny,â you giggled giving his cheek a kiss. âi know i am.â cocky ass mf.
âĄwhenever yâall are at your place itâs such a sight seeing this big, strong, mean man all comfortable in your pink fluffy blankets n cuddling with your squishmallows even though he supposedly has beef w themâbut let me not even get into that seriously. sometimes after heâs done beating your pussy up heâll grab two of your plushies and make them hump each other pretending itâs the two of you.
⥠âyes yes yes eren!â eren moaned on a high pitched voice making your cheeks burn in embarrassment. you tried snatching the plushies from his grip but it was no use he was too damn strong. âoh my godddd eren enough!â you whined smacking his chest, leaving a red handprint in the making. erenâs jaw dropped and he turned to you his brows furrowed, ânow that wasnât very nice was it?â he said turning his head to plushie. ânot very nice at all,â he said dropping his voice an octave making you giggle. you moved yourself onto his stomach and grabbed the plushies, tossing them aside. âmâsorry baby,â you pouted giving the red mark a sweet kiss, âlet me make it up to you.â and thatâs how you ended up face down ass up while eren pounded you from behind, the force making you grab onto your plushies for dear life.
⥠heâs very very into gunplay and itâs all your fault. that day you asked him so nicely to fuck your mouth with his glock was the day you created a monster.
⥠one night you both were at a block party and âget lowâ by lil jon started playing and you couldnât help but make your way over to where everyone was dancing and join in. eren admired you from the side taking a hit of his blunt every once in a while. you looked so damn good it was criminal. the way your denim mini skirt began to ride up your thick thighs from dancing had erenâs dick jumping in his pants. while you were dancing you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around you and knew exactly who it was. âyou look so fine dancing out here youâre killing me baby,â he chuckled pushing your backside into his front and thatâs when you felt it. you froze in your spot making eren smirk, âyou okay mama?â he asked pressing a wet kiss to your neck. not even five minutes later you dragged eren to his car and bounced on his dick while while you sucked on his glock. even though the windows were blacked out anyone with eyes could tell what was happening with the way the car bounced and jostled. âfuck just like that baby make a mess on this dick,â eren groaned, pushing the glock deeper into your mouth.
⥠it didnât stop there either sometimes eren liked to have you point the gun at his head while he fucked you. âlook at my sweet girl holding myâgoddamn m-my fucking gun. so damn naughty hm?â he grinned loving the way you were struggling to hold it against his head.
ïżœïżœïżœ his only social media is instagram and itâs basically a fanpage dedicated to you. his profile pic? a picture of him laying on your ass with the biggest smile on his face. his pinned photos? a picture of you and him with matching grills, one of you both wearing ski masks while his gun is pointed at the camera beam on and everything, and the other one is a pic of you two in a photo boothâyou were smiling oh so prettily while one of your boobs was in his mouth. he only follows a few of his friends and the only girl he follows is you ofc not bc you made him only follow you he just chose too <333
⥠now after eren gets locked up life is a little bit different than it used to be. since being a dealer was out of the question he started working at an auto body shop w connie and although he wasnât making as much money as he was before he still provided for you in every way. you didnât mind the lack of expensive gifts in the slightest you were just happy your renny was back in your arms. he worked a lot more than he used to which left you a lot more needy for his touch and attention but he always made sure to take care you even after an excruciatingly long day at work.
⥠âmissed you so much ren today went by so slow,â you whined against his lips as he fucked into you. he was pretty tired so he went a little slower than he usual fast pace but you didnât mind in the slightest. âmissed you too mama. youâre so sweet fâhaving dinner ready for me nâ helping me out in the shower,â he groaned pushing his thumb into your mouth which you greedily sucked. he always took a shower as soon as he got off, not wanting to get any oil or other grime from the shop on your pretty clothes. you couldnât stand to not be in his arms a minute longer so you followed him into the shower and just wrapped your arms around his toned stomach while he showered not saying a word. little did you know in just a few days heâd be taking you on a vacation to barbados (somewhere youâve been dying to visit) and while you both were there he planned on making you his forever by putting a fat rock on your finger.
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Tw: you and miles are vigilantes, theft, venom symbiote, mentions of death, mentions of getting shot, Symbiote being a little shit sometimes, murder?
A/N: Since I don't really know much about earth 42 Miles, I just came up with an idea on why he is the Prowler.
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The first person to know about your Symbiote was your boyfriend Miles, you knew that he was the one and only Prowler, sure he was a vigilante, but he did more than the police had ever done, it all started when his father died. His dad was a good cop, but sadly he was killed while on a patrol and the police station did nothing, so Miles had decided to take matters into his own hands.
You had no idea how the alien had got to you. One day you just woke up and bam, you had an Symbiote on you. Miles could not believe it, he has seen weird shit, but not this weird. Your Symbiote on the other hand, was a little shit, who was always hungry or would just flat out fuck with both you and Miles for its entertainment.
But as time passed, you and your Symbiote got along well, it would still mess with Miles, but your boyfriend was cool with the creature. Then one night that you were walking home late back to your apartment complex, you nearly got shot by a mugger. He had wanted everything that you had, but refused to give him any of the money Miles had given you, then you heard gunshots.
Except, your body had been consumed by a black liquid, almost similar to a shield, then you felt a lot of anger and all sorts of things going through your body, next thing you new, the guy was dead. Ripped apart on the ally. You went back home straight away, wondering what just happened.
You had bumped into Miles, and basically told him what happened. How you were nearly mugged and you basically killed the guy. Miles wanted to kill the guy himself, but he was already dead. Then that was when your Symbiote had told you both its abilities.
Now this caused interest, you basically had some kind of weapon on you. And that's how you began to help Miles and his Uncle, they both helped train you so that you didn't get your ass kicked, sure you had your Symbiote, but it was good that you knew how to fight. You didn't have to help, but you choose to help both Miles and Aaron. At first your Symbiote wasn't convinced, but once you told it that with the extra money you got, you can get them as much junk food as they wanted, they agreed.
Thanks to you and your Symbiote, you manage to get more money, but majority of the money would go to Miss Morales, she worked hard as a nurse, but she wasn't getting paid enough, you believed that she dissevered the money due to her hard work. Besides Bounties, you also stole from the rich and helped the people from your community. Since no one cared about your people, you and Miles made it your mission to help them as much as possible. Sure it was dirty work, but you didn't care, if this was how to help the community you grew up in, so be it.
You and Miles had been on a mission, you as Venom and him as the Prowler. You had stolen some money from this Rich's guy's home, after you got both your shares, you went to drop it off at the orphanage that was near your apartment complex, afterwards you got a call from Aaron, there was a situation and he needed both of you to see what it was. "What do you think it is? Another bounty?" you asked, your face had been uncovered to be able to speak and look at Miles. "I don't know, but it sounds important. Lets go." That was all he said, then you both hurried back to the hide out.
Once you arrived, you crawled in through the window, then you saw someone tied onto the punching bag while Aaron was messing with some stuff. You wanted to get a better look, so with your spiderlike abilities, you crawled on the celling. As soon as you saw the guy, he looked identical to you boyfriend, except he had his hair in an afro and he was wearing some kind of suit, spider suit in particular. Now you were above the person tied up on the punching bag, then your boyfriend made himself present. You also spotted someone else, tied behind him, when you set your eyes on them, you couldn't believe it, it was you! Except, the fake looked more nice and sweet, very unlike you.
He then got down, while you stayed on the ceiling. Aaron then tossed him one of his gloves in which he caught. He looked very intimidating when he got closer to the imposter. "Your dad is still alive?" he asked, making the imposter respond in confusion. "What?" he asked, making your boyfriend repeat himself. "You father, you said he is still alive." he said, this time the imposter whispered. "Yeah.." he said, making your boyfriend let out a small hum. "Who are you?" he asked, a whole minute passed, then your Miles reveal himself to the other one by removing his mask from his face. Your fake couldn't really see any of what was happening, except hear everything, she could feel how everything was happening all at once.
"I'm Miles Morales, but you.. can call me the Prowler" he said, making the other Miles have a look of shock. "If I don't get home, our dad is going to die-" he tried to reason with him but he was cut off by your Miles. "Your dad" he said coldly, making the other more scared. Then this was when you decided to make yourself present. You slid upside down using your web, now face to face to the imposter Miles. Your face had been covered, so all he could see was your sharp rows of teeth and your wide white eyes, making him even more scared.
You smirked and licked your teeth with your long tongue. "I didn't know you had a twin brother, I thought we didn't keep secret from us Babe" you teased, in your demonic voice. You then got a hold of the other Miles face, lightly pressing your sharp talons on his cheeks, causing him to be even more scared. "He isn't my brother" your boyfriend said. You continued to have a good look at the fake. Impressed on how similar he was to your boyfriend, except he looked more dorky and soft. "W-who are you?" he asked again, still frightened.
Just like your boyfriend, you showed your face to him. This caused him to let out a small gasp. "I'm Y/n L/n" You said then you turned the bag around, now face to face to your other you! Just like Miles, she was terrified, even more terrified than Miles. "But you can call me Venom" you said with a smirk, showing her the fangs that you developed over time. It made her even more scared, you saw how she was shivering by the fear.
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Just You, Just Me
âYou look like a war bond poster.â Major John Egan smiled big and bright as he exited Colonel Hardingâs office. More like a pin-up, he thoughtfully amended walking closer to the Lieutenant. Â
The 0400 hour offered little light but John could recognize the silhouette sitting on the hood of his jeep. He did it with the ease of someone who memorized those smooth curves and soft edges.Â
âNow remind me, does the poster say âa womanâs place is in the warâ or âsave some wings, smile at a fly boyâ?â The Lieutenant asked playfully as her hands found purchase on his broad shoulders.Â
âI believe itâs âlonely lips crash B17sâ.â Slotting himself between her legs, he was grateful for her fashion choice to wear slacks in the early morning cool air. The war had done a lot for women but he selfishly loved how easily he could get close to her in a way her uniform skirt didnât allow. Not that he wasnât adept at that eitherâŠÂ
âOh, we canât have that can we?â She airly replied, beginning to play with the baby curls at the back of the pilotâs head. Soft and irresistible were just two of the many positive qualities the curls shared with the man they rested on.Â
Warmth blossomed in Johnâs chest by her gentle movements. He allowed himself the comfort of brushing his nose against hers. The action gave him a vision of another life and time, where he could do it again in the safety of their shared bed, where Krauts and colonels were a faraway nightmare.Â
But at the moment, that wasnât their reality. Their current reality were stolen moments and cherished nights, where they were just a man and a woman who met on a fateful rainy afternoon.Â
With a gentle peck to the tip of her nose, he distanced himself just enough for cerulean to meet [eye color]. She matched his soft gaze with one of her own, equal parts affection and longing. âDonât worry, Iâll be careful.âÂ
John smiled at [y/n]âs raised eyebrow, as if she was asking if he read her mind. However, [y/n] learned early on she couldnât run from John Egan. He was far too intelligent, emotionally aware and observant to allow her to be too far once he learned she liked him back. Â
âI know that look,â his voice teased, his warm hands squeezing her hips. âItâs your ââJohn, darling, baby, light of my life, be my good bad boy and be safeââ.Â
She wasnât shocked that John knew the bubbling anxiety inside of her. In the dead of night, they had shared many things. Dances, bottles of beer, kisses, fears and the emotional intimacy born from two souls finding comfort and love in each other. Â
âWell, now itâs saying âkiss me senseless and never let me go John Eganââ. His honeyed tone matched his sweet smile.Â
âSounds like an order to be me then Major.â She gently replied. Batting her lashes at him, [y/n] considered her options. She could tease him and theyâd flirt and banter until the tension was too high to avoid. Or she could strike first and allow them to have some rare moments together before he has to fly away. Â
So without further warning, she tightened her arms around his neck and guided his lips towards her awaiting ones. Kissing him softly, but without inhibition. Kissing him to disarm his teasing retort. Kissing him to relieve any doubt for the both of them that this mission was going to be his last.Â
When he felt her soft lips on his, John melted further into her, her scent invading his mind. He exhaled against her skin, hot and full of desire, breathing nothing but her, the uncertainty of the mission forgotten for a moment.Â
Reluctantly, he pulled back, slow and hesitant, stealing another three kisses from her lips.
âBe careful on this mission, please.â She murmured against his mouth. Placing a lingering kiss on his Cupidâs bow, smiling as his mustache tickled her.Â
Cupping her cheek, he didnât let her get too far. âIâll come back to you,â he sealed the promise with a lingering kiss. ââSides, we gotta bet to settle.â
Giggling, she busied herself with fixing his disheveled sheepskin. Smoothing her hands across the front of his jacket, she suddenly gripped the open lapels and pulled. Successfully, she surprised the pilot who could only brace his palms on jeepâs hood caging [y/n] between his arms. âGood, I want my souvenir and bragging rights that I beat Major Bucky Egan at the navigator exam.âÂ
âYou donât stand a chance.â The pilot began matching her haughty tone before his deep voice turned accusatory. âAnd donât think I donât know about you asking Bubbles to tutor you.â
Mouth opening in out rage at the implication, she scoffed. Pointing his left pointer finger dangerously close to her mouth, [y/n] considered biting it.Â
âI saw you two talking in cahoots!â John argued with a huff of poorly hidden humor as his baritone voice raised.Â
As was expected when it came to Major Egan, it was a half truth. She was good at navigating, her job as Major Bowman's lieutenant required it, but she wasnât as good as John. She could claim it was because a well rounded pilot, especially a commanding officer, could and should be able to complete any job on his fort. But truthfully he was just smart, he wouldnât successfully carry out missions and be named Air Exec for nothing. One of her favorite sights was watching him correct and inform new recruits.Â
âCahoots?â Removing her arms from what John deemed âtheir rightful spotâ, she instead crossed them. âWe were doing this called working, who do you think plans your flight missions, Major?â
He barely bit back a laugh, instead settling on a cheeky smile. âSpeaking of flight missions, wanna kiss my lucky deuces?âÂ
Tilting her head quizzically, [y/n] regarded the pilot. âIs that what the kids are calling their lips now?âÂ
His callused hands picked up her smaller ones. âI meant my lucky two bucks, baby.âÂ
Despite her nose scrunching up in what seemed like disgust, [y/n] linked her fingers with Johnâs. âYou want my lips to touch the money that has touched yours and Galeâs hands and sat in both of your pockets?âÂ
âTechnically, I split it with Gale so it's only one dollar.â With a squeeze to their interlocked hands, he brought one up to his lips. Placing a gentle kiss onto the back of it, he brazenly added. âBut my lips are welcome as well.â
With her head thrown back in laughter, John appreciatively watched the unencumbered laughter spill from her saccharine lips. Moments like this were the reason why he was fighting and why he was coming back. John Egan wanted many things out of life. He wouldnât let any Krauts take the many more laughs and kisses he could share with [y/n] away without a fight.Â
Winding her arms around his neck, she placed a kiss on his lips. John accepted her soft kiss at first and then with a swift shift of intensity, as if moving the control of a B17, he found her clinging to him as if he was the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world.Â
Pulling back slowly, John placed a final kiss on her forehead. âDrive me to the airfield?âÂ
Closing her eyes, her hands bunched in the warm fleece of his coat lapels. âYour chariot awaits.â She whispered softly, taking solace in their last few moments. Gathering herself, she lightly pushed her hands against his chest asking for space.
John took a step back, allowing [y/n] the room to slide off the jeep. However, once her feet were firmly on the ground, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his warm body. âTake the long way?âÂ
âSure thing, fly boy.â
A/N: Appreciate any and all feedback!
#bucky egan x reader#john egan x reader#major john egan x reader#john egan imagine#john egan x female reader#mota x reader#mota fanfic#masters of the air imagine#masters of the air x reader
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spliqiii hi!! i remember seeing you talk about a theory regarding higuchi's ability and i was thinking about that now. with innocent purposes. so i wanted to ask if you can redirect me to the posts you made about it? (and/or elaborate when you answer this ask!) no pressure of course <3
aaaa hello!!! here are the main posts i made about it. but i can absolutely just explain everything again because i love to yap and i have even more thoughts on this now than i did back then
it's difficult to say for certain what her ability could be since we know literally nothing except that she has/will have one (thanks to asagiri's vagueposting on twitter). in my opinion it would be pretty strange for her to be the one exception to the 'all authors have cool abilities based on their works' rule when she's such a recognized figure in japanese modern lit. so. here's where i fell down a rabbit hole of trying to figure it out with nothing but crumbs and a dream.
for starters there's a lot of unanswered questions around higuchi. the problems she faces with belonging in the mafia seem normal on the surface but when you look into how highly she's ranked it gets ?????. she leads the command unit with akutagawa, a unit that sits directly below the executives and above the black lizard + the majority of the organization. if she doesnât bring much to the table as mori and tachihara imply in chapter 14, how did she get so high up? sheâs also one of the few characters that report directly to mori himself:
not to mention how she must have joined the mafia fairly recently and reached this position super fast, as her and dazai didnât recognize each other in chapters 3-4:
sheâs presented as a totally ordinary character with "relatable problems", and yet her rank doesnât match this at all. i could see it if she were on the lower rungs of the mafia, maybe the level of a grunt like oda was, but since she isnât, all i can think is she must have something that the mafia wants, something valuable enough to make mori look past her poor suitability and give her such a high position working as a bodyguard (bodyguard??????) for one of the strongest characters in the series. and of course the most logical conclusion to draw is that itâs related to her mysterious ability.
iâm assuming itâs not an ultra-powerful fighting skill (as cool as that would be), since that would kind of defeat the purpose of her struggle in chapter 14, and it would be odd in that case for her subordinates to look down on her so much:
plus asagiri denies it outright in this 2019 interview:
after digging around, examining each of her scenes down to the atom and bouncing ideas off of mutuals, i think it would make the most sense for her to have a life support or healing-type ability, especially one that comes with some kind of cost to her own wellbeing. it fits the caring and self-sacrificial nature of her character, and her acting as a "nurse" figure would explain both her connection to mori, a doctor, and also her being assigned to work with the terminally ill akutagawa, despite the seemingly massive gap in their capabilities as mafiosi. if her ability is directly linked to treating his illness it could also give us an explanation as to why itâs been a secret for such a long time, as asgr would have to reach the point in the story where akutagawa's illness is revealed first, and timeline-wise the cruise ship scene where that happened was like. a few days ago lol
we only see her around injured people that she could potentially heal a couple of times, but both of these scenes are interesting. the first is with akutagawa after the cargo ship battle in the first arc:
she reaches out to touch his hand with a little glowy effect, but hesitates when she remembers he doesnât want her to help him. possibly a touch-activated ability? possibly because sheâs conflicted about putting herself at risk when she knows he wonât even appreciate it? this takes place immediately after mori berates her about her worth to the mafia/in comparison to akutagawa, so if she does have a healing ability i imagine it's one she has to use sparingly, to the point that her usefulness is being called into question.
at the end of the chapter he apologizes to her and takes her hand, she starts crying and holds his hand back, and a few chapters later he reappears unscathed and stabbing nathaniel. despite having *checks notes* a broken jaw, a fractured spine and skull, first degree burns from head to toe and being in a coma đ. which could just be animanga logic. but maybe⊠just maybeâŠ
the second scene is with mori in cannibalism arc, and this one always gets me bc the direct parallel of higuchi at moriâs side and yosano at fukuzawaâs is wild !?!?!
higuchi and yosano are also both conveniently written out of the plot during the annihilation sequence in 55 minutes, when everybody gets hurt:
so. yeag. it makes sense to me. the healerguchi theory is probably the strongest i've seen for her ability by far lsjdjskjrkrj
i also think this theory links well into the irl authorâs work - many of ichiyo's protagonists were "overlooked women" like maids, prostitutes, waitresses etc. if her job does involve her being a nurse to akutagawa you can see the clear nod to ichiyo's stories about vulnerable girls in roles of servitude. plus the concept of her ability physically draining her... dying as a result of caring for someone... (<- guy who's trying so hard not to mention flowers at dusk. and failing):
if higuchi has the ability to transfer her lifespan/life force/whatever based on one of her own characters who died slowly due to her unrequited love for a man with the same name as akutagawa⊠i fear asagiriâs pen game may have been fire all long
#i'm so sorry ela you probably didn't expect this giant posthfsdhsdgh. i'm Normal i swear#i hope this appeals to your innocent purposes <3#asks#bsd#higuchi
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austin butler - clumsy
warnings ; none
prompt ; in which your celebrity crush causes you to become a flustered, blubbering mess.
a/n ; a little something fun i wrote during the fall but never published! itâs basically anxious!reader and honestly how I imagine myself reacting to meeting aus so enjoy xoxo
Okay, donât panic.
Do not panic.
Itâs just a man. A man with blonde, curly locks, blue eyes, over 6 feet tall⊠but still, a man. Nothing special. You could probably find ten of him walking down Rodeo Drive.
Except thatâs probably not true either.
It is Austin Butler, after all.
You hike the tail of your dress higher as you descend up the stairs to the red carpet, inhaling as much oxygen as possible to tame your nerves. It does nothing for you beside provide a placebo effect of calmness. Your publicist, Jane, stands next to you with her eyebrows furrowed in permanent worry, a crinkle sheâs had since the day she took you on. â[Y/N], did you get a chance to look at your seating arrangement?â
âUh, no, not yet,â You respond slowly, wincing slightly as you brace yourself for her reaction. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose before turning towards you.
âYou know what, thatâs fine, sweets. Just go stand on the carpet so we can take these pictures,â She goes back to her clipboard full of tedious things like timing and interviewers and stupid seating arrangements, and youâre trying to stay focused, but how can you do that when Austin Butler is standing 8 feet away from you, posing on the red carpet?
Youâre pretty sure youâre drooling.
Whoever keeps leaving his shirts unbuttoned is a menace to society and needs to be locked away for endangerment to the general public.
This whole idiotic schoolgirl crush began relatively long ago, when he was still deeply in love with Vanessa Hudgens and playing a teen heartthrob on The Carrie Diaries. You werenât even famous at that point, just a mediocre commercial actress trying to get her big break. Once you finally booked your first big role, the crush faded away (only the tiniest amount) but that all came crashing down like an avalanche when you saw Elvis with your best friend.
They probably couldâve posted the entire movie on a porn website and made the same amount of money. And, thus, your crush ensued, full throttle and invading your every thought at the worst moments. Including this one.
Jane kicks the back of your leg, cursing under her breath as you tear your eyes away from him. Youâre not new to this scene, youâve been in major leading roles and youâve been nominated for Oscars. But that doesnât take away from the fact that at your core, you are a complete and utter mess. A klutz. A loser with some money in the bank.
So, you take the pictures, with not too many mistakes as you expected, just a few shots of you blinking while smiling. Youâre sure theyâll end up on Twitter where your fans will laugh about it while saying how much they love you.
This part always goes by fast. Itâs camera flashes, smiles that are strained under the bright lights, talks with interviewers that always go far longer than expected, and then before you know it, youâre being ushered into a tight room with celebrities you had only dreamed of seeing in real life. Jane is glued to your side as you wait for your turn to enter the theater.
Despite the cool temperature of Los Angeles, youâre somehow drenched in sweat. Youâve done this before, you know that. But that doesnât stop your entire body from going into fight or flight mode, teetering towards flight.
âWhatâs the hold up?â You hear a femaleâs voice yell out, and you almost think itâs Jane before you hear her chuckle beside you.
âSpeak that truth. I am so sick of these fucking Oscars dimwits wasting my time,â Jane says loudly enough for the girl to hear it, and before you know it, theyâre enthralled in a full-blown conversation. If you werenât trying to fan your armpit sweat, you mightâve joined.
Maybe itâs a good idea to find out where youâre sitting. Probably will need to know that before you enter. You can only assume theyâll sit you next to your last co-star, Timothee Chalamet. What a delight that would be (and thatâs not sarcasm, he always smells like cashmere and some type of forest.)
You turn your body slightly, eyeing Jane and the girl sheâs talking to. Sheâs a redhead, also wearing a suit and clearly another publicist that has been in the position for far too long to enjoy it.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a male figure standing next to the redhead. Hm. A black suit. Your eyes trail over his body, a soft black lace shirt that is half-unbuttoned peeking over the hem. How nice. You love that look on men.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Your body freezes. Mouth runs dry. Sweat shrivels back up into your body only to start forming at impossible speeds. Heart palpates so quickly you think you might be going into cardiac arrest.
In front of you, is Austin Butler. And he completely, totally, entirely, caught you checking out his entire body, head to toe.
Thereâs a smirk on his face that is undeniably directed towards you, eyes glimmering with amusement. You canât even believe that youâre looking directly at him. He canât be real, he has to be a figment of your imagination.
âCome here often?â
You did not just speak.
No, you didnât. That couldnât have been real. That couldnât have been what you just said. After years of dreaming about this moment, that canât have been what your brain and tongue agreed on.
He chuckles, a deep one that rumbles through his chest, and says, âI try not to make it a habit. You?â
You entangle your fingers with each other, hoping the sweat that has gathered on them just slides right off. âMe either. Trying to cut down on my presence and all that.â
He raises his eyebrows quizzically, that soft smile that curves upon his lips widening a little, âWell, canât say the Oscars is the best place to do that.â
âYes, wellâŠâ You trail off. Thoughts empty. Brain just a shallow void with nothing but dirty, filthy fantasies about him floating around. Oh god, get a grip.
And he should end the conversation right there, then back around and not acknowledge the weird girl who clearly hasnât had enough media training. But, he doesnât. Instead, he sticks out his hand for you to shake, and says, âIâm Austin. Austin Butler.â
âI know,â You say almost immediately. His facial expression contorts into something unreadable, and your lips flap again to try and salvage the rest of your dignity. âIâm [Y/N].â
You shake his hand, praying to some otherworldly creature above that he wonât feel the sweat on your hands. Itâs a little weird, when you touch his hand. Feels like youâre envisioning yourself with him, like youâre some kind of wizard that can tell it wonât be the last time you see him. It feels a little like something out of a rom-com, with the electricity zap and the sounds of your hearts beating erratically.
You both pull your hands away, smiling to the ground. You really, really, really hope heâll keep talking to you.
âNervous?â He asks, taking note of the way your thumbs twiddle and the sidestep you keep doing with your heels.
âA little. Kinda. Maybe,â You let out a sigh of relief. âIâm not really the most organized.â
âHm. Well, Iâm sure youâll be great,â His grin widens just enough to show off his pearly white teeth that glimmer under the remaining sunlight that California has to offer.
âThanks,â You smile back. âHow about you? Nervous?â
âAlways,â He responds, almost taken aback by the transparency heâs having with another celebrity. Heâs never had a conversation about nerves, never felt validated enough by someone to open up about the fear that comes along with being at this level of fame. âItâs my first Oscars.â
âRight,â You say, âWell, Iâve been to a few, and honestly, Iâll let you in on a secret. Even Leonardo DiCaprio shits himself a little when the nominees are announced.â
He lets out a laugh, a real one, one that sounds like all good things in the world and you would be more than happy to capture it in a jar and keep it on your bedside forever. âSomehow, I donât doubt that,â He switches gears, shifting his body around a little. âWhat afterparty are you going to?â
Itâs a simple question, one youâve been asked numerous times by other people in the industry. It usually offers a sense of dominance over who got the better invite. âEr, yes, that would be a question for my lovely publicist, Jane, because I donât have a ratâs ass idea of where Iâm supposed to go.â
He laughs. Again. Part of you is enthralled, part of you is confused as to why he thinks youâre a comedy show. Maybe he thinks youâre a joke. Yes, that makes good sense. âThat honestly makes me feel better because I donât really know where Iâm going either,â He admits.
âAre you kidding?â You ask incredulously. âYou look like that and you donât know where youâre going? I think the President of the Academy Awards has a personal invite waiting for you.â
Okay, maybe you shouldnât have said that. But really, it has to be blamed on the fact that there are a swarm of murderous bees flying around in your stomach that are making you feel woozy.
His cheeks turn a crimson glow, âLike that?â
âOh, you knowâŠâ You trail, slowly laughing to brush off the fact that you basically just admitted your undying love to him. âJustâŠ. Thatâs a great black shirt. Iâm gonna buy one for my brother.â
His lips curve upwards a little more, blue eyes sparkling like little oceans. âThanks. And, you know, you donât look bad yourself.â
You blink twice. Did he just say that?
Before you even whip up a flirty comment, or even a funny one thatâll have him doubling over in laughter and proposing to you by tonight, you feel Jane gripping your forearm tightly. âStop dicking around, [Y/N]. We need to go in.â
âRight, yes, totally,â You smile awkwardly over to Austin, and he returns it. You feel soft and warm and glowy inside, like you might levitate off the floor.
And then you really are levitating off the floor, because your feet miss the step and youâre falling before you even have a chance to stop yourself. Your arm extends to try and delay your inevitable fall, but it doesnât work and youâre really sprawled out. Immediately, Jane rushes down to try and drag you up, hurriedly asking if youâre okay.
You nod slightly, balancing yourself on your knees. Thankfully, you think the vast majority of people have entered the theater and missed out on your embarrassment of epic proportions.
Well, maybe not everyone.
Suddenly, like a light peeking from beyond the clouds, you see an outstretched hand to your right. Itâs tan, a maleâs hand for sure. You look up to see who could possibly be nice enough to help you up. Maybe itâs God telling you itâs time to pass away.
Itâs Austin. And he has a really worried look on his face that youâre shocked by, but his expression falters once he sees the look on your face. Youâre smiling, a real big goofy one, because itâs so ridiculous and heâs so ridiculous and youâre pretty sure one of your heels is broken.
You place your hand in his, and his other hand wraps around your waist to help you up and steady yourself against him. Once youâre finally standing, he grins, leaning into your ear, âRemember, even Leonardo DiCaprio shits himself at the table.â
You donât even realize his arm is still wrapped around your waist until you notice the absence of it. You giggle lightly, biting your lip. âOf course. And I think I saw Brad Pitt throw up in the bathroom last year.â
âAustin, we gotta go,â His publicist grabs his hand, and you feel a pang of disappointment. You almost think he does too, his blue eyes turning grayish as he looks back at her.
âRight,â He clears his throat. âWell, good luck tonight, [Y/N]. I hope you win.â
âYou too,â The smile on your face is probably permanently tattooed on. You feel Janeâs hand on your back, slowly moving you away from him although your feet beg to stay.
âOh, and [Y/N]?â You turn back around to face him, âBig fan of your work.â
With that, he turns away with his publicist to go and find his seat amongst the crowd. You watch him disappear, an indescribable feeling washing over your entire body. Youâre also being whisked away to your table, greeted by familiar faces and friends. But itâs pretty clear thatâs not the reason why youâre smiling.
Some part of your brain decides on one thing: this wonât be the last time you see him.
ââââââââââââ
You decide that you like California. Not a whole lot, but enough to make you sign a contract for a new film. Normally, you believe that Los Angeles and all its surrounding cities are a dreadful structure that encapsulates all the worst features of privileged Southern California lifestyle. But the food is undeniably tasty, and your new apartment is decorated with high ceilings and well-lit rooms, so youâll make do. Youâll be filming in sunny Calabasas, where the houses are painted a perfect shade of white, where time stills a little and every cloud is just the right amount of fluffy.
The Oscarâs had came and went, and you won, to no oneâs surprise but your own. With that accomplishment came offers. People really, truly wanted to work with you, and although it baffled you, Jane was having the time of her life coordinating auditions and interviews.
Everything was truly perfect.
You flip through the pages of your fresh script, your manicured nails turning through the warm pages, the black ink bleeding onto the sheets. Jane sits across from you, feverishly scribbling something, negotiating your pay for your new film. Sheâll deliver. In the end, she always does.
She hangs up her call, sighing from relief. Youâre about to ask her how it went, if you got the price you wanted, before her phone blares again with that god awful ringtone she refuses to change. She answers it, a cheerful tone in her voice, âKate? So good to hear from you! Whatâs going on?â
You tune out of her conversation, focusing your eyes back on the mass of paper in front of you. A new story to be told. A new character to embody. A new chapter of your life. Itâs all very emotional and sappy and you almost want to cry tears of happiness, but youâll save that for later, once you get home and crack open a bottle of wine.
You hear Jane place her phone down, and your eyes flicker back up to her. Thereâs an expression on her face thatâs unreadable, and youâre unsure of how to process it. Oh, no. If you didnât get the price you wanted, that would suck. Or, maybe you did and sheâs just unsure on how to process emotion. You always thought she was a robot.
âI just had the weirdest phone call,â She finally speaks, scratching her forehead quizzically.
âWhatâs up?â You ask mindlessly, certain sheâs going to tell you something personal like her cousin getting married to a farmer.
âThat was Austin Butlerâs publicist. She said heâs been asking about you since the Oscars.â
Thereâs no fucking way. Sheâs pranking you. Any second now, Ashton Kutcher is going to pop out behind the doorframe and say âYouâve been Punkâd!â and then maybe heâll also bring out Austin to further your embarrassment.
âExcuse me?â You blink.
âYeah,â She seems just as baffled as you are. âShe said heâs been trying to find a way to get in contact with you, but turns out, you guys donât have a lot of mutual friends.â
Well, that makes sense.
She continues on, âAnyway, she gave me his number and then said he wants to ask you on a date. So, do with that what you will.â
She unlocks her phone, slides it across the table to you, and you see a phone number typed into her notes. Your hand trembles as you pick up the iPhone, copying the number into your own contacts. You feel woozy, just like you did on that red carpet, just like you did the moment you locked eyes with him.
âRight, well,â You clear your throat. âIâll just step outside and call him real quick.â
She nods, raising one eyebrow. Thereâs a small grin that appears on her lips, a knowing one, and you slide out the door into the hallway.
You donât know what comes over you, or what demon compels you, but you click the number. You hear the ring. Thereâs a pause. Your heart drops as you think that he might not answer.
And then you hear him. His voice.
âHello?â
âUh, h-hi. Hi. This is, um, [Y/N]. Your publicist gave me your number.â
It almost sounds ridiculous.
â[Y/N]. You know, Iâve been trying to get ahold of you but turns out youâre not an easy person to reach,â You can hear the smile in his voice.
âWell, you know me and my presence. All time low,â You say sarcastically, and he chuckles.
âRight. Well, congratulations on your win. Very well-deserved,â His voice is deeper than you remember. Thereâs a slight desire that pools between your legs for a moment before you snap yourself back into reality.
âYou too. Some would call it the performance of the year,â And you canât even believe itâs happening. Youâre really flirting with him.
âThank you,â He says so softly, so charming. Heâs always grateful and humble, and it makes you even more attracted to him. If thatâs even possible at this point. âSo, do you think thereâs a chance you would allow me to take you out to dinner? Somewhere lowkey, you know, for your presence and all?â
The question is so unbelievable that you canât even take it in. You make a few sounds, splutter over your words and trip over them like you did your own two feet at the Oscars. Your heartbeat travels up to your eardrum, pounding with every ounce of blood that travels through you. âU-uh, umm⊠well, you know, let me go ahead and check my schedule.â Thereâs a pause. You cover the reciever and scream a silent yell into the void, jumping a few feet high.
Clearing your throat, you say, âHm. Seems like Iâm free tomorrow.â
âYou canât do tonight?â
The question takes you aback. Surely, he canât be asking that because he wants to see you. âOh, why? Are you leaving California tomorrow?â
âNot at all,â You hear him shuffle. âI just really want to take you out.â
âRight, yes, of course.â You let his question hang in the air. You know your answer, but you like letting him think thereâs a possibility you might reject him.
âI am free tonight.â
âGreat,â His voice is upbeat, a newfound excitement peeking through. âWell, text me your address. Iâll send a car to pick you up.â
âYup, totally. Super duper cool. Looking really forward to it,â You babble on, pacing the hallway youâve trapped yourself in.
He lets out a low laugh, âMe too. Iâll see you tonight. Bye, [Y/N].â
You say your goodbyes, leaning against the wall for stability before you collapse into a puddle. Later, a janitor might come to find your lifeless body glued to the wall. Cause of death? Man built like a Greek god asks woman on date.
But, everything is fine. Youâll somehow make it.
Thereâs a ridiculous feeling in your heart, a warmth that spreads to your toes and fingers. Now, everything is perfect.
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Hedi had noticed her praying more often, with soft tears in her eyes.
 But no matter how much Hedi asked her what was wrong, the little maidservant would shake her head and insist that she was merely homesick having sent a few copper coins to her siblings.
 In the room she shared with her fellow maidservant, Alanna, who luckily worked quite the opposite shift to her, she would sit on the stool before the pale of water, scrubbing at her skin to wash herself. Trying to rid her mind of the experience altogether. The taste of his spend on her tongue. The uncomfortable prod of his cock at the back of her throat. The way his voice sent a jolt of both fear and a thrill through her. It made her question everything about herself. That perhaps she didnât know herself as well as she thought. And it was this fact that disturbed her the most.
 That she was beginning to lose touch of herself.
 Sheâd not said a word to anyone. And when she attended to him in the mornings as she usually did, she tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping that if she hugged her arms around herself tight enough, she might actually begin to disappear. Prince Aemond had almost pretended as if nothing had happened, with his usual one word answers, faint hums and lack of presence in his chambers.
 The little maidservant wondered if she had done something to irk him, or if he had not enjoyed the experience and wished not to repeat it. Secretly, she hoped so. Hoped that he would lose interest and slowly slip into the old habits, ignoring her completely. Then she could go about her life, picking and cleaning up the royal Princeâs mess, and hers into the bargain as well. She thought that royals such as him do not think about the messes they make.
 In that way they are like children.
 She wondered if anyone, in Prince Aemondâs life, had ever told him no.
 It was doubtful.
 Perhaps that was why he felt entitled to torment her in the way he had. Perhaps it was the effect of privilege in the pursuit of pleasure.
 It was a morning like any other and she dressed in silence, careful not to wake her fellow colleague whom she shared a bed with. Alanna was a night owl, through and through, but it did not mean she was not exhausted after performing her night shift duties and when she had come back in the early hours, it was like a prod for the other little maidservant to wake for her morning duties.
 Who she saw in the looking glass looked very much like her, but didnât feel like her.
 The weather was pleasant enough, warm with a cool breeze as she carried Prince Aemondâs breakfast tray, a heavy bubble in her gut at the thought of seeing him again.
 Sheâd turned at the call of her name. The young boy who served alongside the staff rushed up to her carrying a scroll.
 âWhat is it?â
 âMessage from your family, missâ the boyâs voice broke as he spoke, he could not have been older than three and ten and still had that nervous wide look about him.
 The little maidservant swallowed nervously and gestured for him to read it. She recognised him as the son of one of the staff, almost born for the role of being a hasty little messenger, and thus he was taught to read. Perhaps a benefit of his sex and his environment.
 The letter read:
Your pestilent brother and sister are well, but their stomachâs are never full and the boy in particular has almost completely cleaned out the pantry. I will, for the love I had for your mother and father, continue to look after them, however I must request three additional copper coins per week to fund their insatiable appetite. Otherwise I shall be forced to send the little beggars on their way to earn their own coin, the young girl is certainly old enough.
 The maidservant delivered a large sigh, an uncomfortable weight that was already on her shoulders was becoming heavier the more the boy read on.
 âThank youâ she nodded to dismiss the young boy, only allowing herself to breathe a shuddered breath once she was alone. She told herself to not panic, to not cry and that everything would be alright in the end. But there was a small piece of her inside that allowed herself to be a child again, wanting the comfort of a mother and father. She wondered how she would be able to come up with 3 additional copper coins a week and still be able to feed and clothe herself.
 Steadying her breath to keep herself from becoming emotional, she knocked twice and was allowed to enter when she once again heard the muffled tone of his voice.
Tray on the nightstand. Draw the curtains. Tie them back. She kept going over what she was going to do in her head, eyes downcast the entire time, not wanting to look at him.
 And yet in her peripheral she saw him rise from his bed as she tied the curtains back
 Her heart lurched into her chest when she saw his arms hook underneath hers to lean against the windowsill in front of her, and then when his bare chest had nudged against her back. She felt as if she could not make a sound and so she didnât even acknowledge it at first, screwing her eyes shut to draw in a shaky breath. Aemond had smirked behind her, knowing what her reaction would be and his finger once again came to the little curl at the side of her head that perpetually made itself free of her braids.
 âMy little maidservant is shy todayâ he said lowly, pressing his form tighter against her back, thinking about how if he bucked his hips just a little, his hard arousal would prod against her dress-clad backside.
 He looked down as she purposefully did not look back at him. He watched the way her lips were slightly parted, as if so afraid that she had to breathe through her mouth, albeit quietly. He chuckled at the effect he seemed to have on his little maidservant, smoothing his finger over her hair, then her neck, which he can tell made her shudder slightly.
 âTell me, sweet girl, do you still taste itâŠâ he whispers in the shell of her ear, looking down he can see the shadow of her skin beneath her dress, but it becomes too dark to truly see anything. He allowed himself to wonder what her bare form would look like.
 Would she have small, well-rounded breasts, easily fit into his palms. How he thought he'd grip them so tight he wouldn't let go, intent on making her at least whimper at the pleasurable pain.
 Would she have a smooth curve to her hips, the line leading down to her cunny, to where he imagined that little patch of hair would welcome him.
 Would she have supple thighs, ones he could leave bruises and marks all over. Perhaps even a bit of blood. The thought of smearing blood over her skin thrilled him more than he thought.
 He remembers how she'd told him she'd not been with a man. Would she bleed so nicely for him, once he'd taken her maidenhead, be good and muffle her little whimpers of discomfort into the pillow. Or rather, he wondered if he'd quite like to hear them, while curling his fingers around her throat and squeezing tightly.
 It was getting harder to breathe for Aemond. And unbeknownst to him, it was increasingly so for her as well. Frozen in absolute fear.
 â...do you still feel my cock in your throat, hm?â
 Yes, she thought, with a shameful twist of her stomach. She could still feel his hands holding her face, forcing her to take him as deep as he wanted, still feel every thrust of his hips against her, his fist tightening in her hair, tugging.
 He released one of his hands on the windowsill to rest on her waist, making her inhale sharply. Heâd not touched her intimately, only solicited the use of her mouth on him that one time. Aemond felt the movement of her ribs beneath her dress with her breathing, as if heâs just realised she was a living, breathing person before him.
 âHave you touched yourself, sweet girlâ he asks.
 She managed to gather all the courage she has inside her and cleared her throat, âIâŠam not sure what you mean, your graceâ
 Fucking cock tease, Aemond thought. But she had really not known at all what heâd meant. Of course she had touched herself, to bathe herself, to brush her hair?
 âI meanâŠâ he starts, his large hands moving to gather her skirts in his fist. And this time she did shudder when the air hit her legs, skin that outside the boundaries of her own bedroom, should never be seen, â...have you touched your little cunt for pleasureâ
 She clenches her fists when his palm runs up the side of her thigh. Itâs so wrong. So, so wrong for him to touch her like this.
 Aemond breathes hot against her neck at the feeling of her soft skin. Just like how he'd imagined it. The curve of her hip, so feminine and squeezable in his hand. He thought of the way he would grab at them to fuck her, for leverage, using her body the way he sees fit. And now that he'd done so with her mouth, he thought of the rest of her little holes and how they would squeeze him too.
 âBought yourself to peak with your fingersâŠâ
 She could cry. She thought sheâd lost his interest. Thought she might be free of it. Calm down, is all she kept trying to tell herself. She counted in her head, trying to ground herself.
 He squeezes her hip tightly when she doesnât respond, âAnswer me now, or I will not be so niceâ
 âA few timesâ she admits, voice thick with tears, âa few times, your graceâŠâ
 But never to peak, she thought, embarrassed.
 She spoke like she may have been in trouble for it and dreaded what he might do now that sheâs given her answer.
 âHmâ she chuckles, giving the skin of her hip one firm squeeze, one that is so tight in his palm it almost makes her whimper in pain. He lets her skirts fall as he moves away from her, looking much pleased with himself, smirking like he knows a secret.
 âGo nowâ he orders, still with that gravelly authority but ever so slightly softer, now that he'd been thinking of her cunt. But the softer tone does nothing to calm her and if it were possible, she guards herself even more, keeping her eyes to the ground. She doesnât even look back when he says, âI shall see you tonight, sweet girlâ
 She did not want to know what that meant, if it meant anything at all.
 Aemond watched as she left, scared completely out of her senses.
 Good, he thought. He loved that terror-stricken look in her eyes, the sharp taking in of breath when she was trying not to cry in his presence. Heâd remembered wiping her tears away when heâd fucked her mouth so ruthlessly in search of his own pleasure, the way the slickness of it had smeared across her face. Aemond found that he wanted to know what she tasted like, every single bit of her. She would be so sweetâŠhis virtuous little maidservant. He had to make sure she was entirely his, so that she knew nothing else but him.
 Young women like her are so helpless in the hands of amorous men.
 Whatever words were said to them, whatever touch and manipulation on their bodies seemed like love to them, the poor, silly little things.
 He would make sure that whatever words, whatever touch inflicted to his little maidservant would be sweet, delightful torture.
All the while she was dismissed until the evening, she busied herself with such menial tasks such as helping the others with the laundry for the day. It was nice to get outside, free from the suffocating confines of the Keep, even if it was just for a moment. The hallways now served to remind her of him, dreading the moment she would be walking down them and he would round the corner, with that predatory gaze he always gave her.
 It was a calm day, so she revelled in the lovely breeze for a moment, allowing herself to be happy.
 There was some relief in the idle chatter of the other maidservants, as she scrubbed the white bed linen against the washboard, her sleeves turned up to prevent from getting wet.
 âI hear the Princess Rhaenyra very well may be returning to Kingâs Landing soonâ
 Freiya was a little younger than the others and as such, had a wandering imagination, a large mouth and a bit appetite for gossip. So it was no wonder sheâd already managed to receive the latest even if it was barely early afternoon.
 The other, who went by Mari, also probably short for something but she would never tell anyone, rolled her eyes at the younger woman. Mari was one and twenty, but her mind was mature beyond her years.
 âYou must not believe everything you hear, your ears will fall off one day, you little tyrantâ
 Freiya pulled an offended frown, âNo! I heard such news right from the source, while I was attending to the Queen. She said herself that the Princess will return to contest someâŠbirthright or something like thatâ
 The little maidservant raised her head and gave Mari an amused look, âYou should not be listening to them while you attend to themâ
 âYou get away with it if you pretend youâre not listening at allâ Freiya snaps back with a mischievous smirk, âthe Queen is understandably not thrilled with their arrivalâ
 Mari huffed a laugh, âNeither are the Princesâ
 âWhy is that?â she asks with a confused lilt of her head,
 Despite being younger, Freiya talks over Mari when sheâs about to open her mouth. Such a carefree little thing, it made her laugh. She cared not about such hierarchies.
 âSupposedly they are here for the little Prince Lucerysâ ârightâ to Driftmarkâ
 Mari wrinkles her nose in distaste, âPrince Lucerys? TheâŠâ
 âExactlyâ Freiya responds,
 âWhat on earth are you two talking about?â she asks, completely lost.
 Mari sighs, âPrince Lucerys is the one who took Prince Aemondâs eye all those years ago, both merely childrenâ she explains, folding the damp cloth in her arms, âthe Queen was so distressed for her son, she barely allowed him from her sightâ
 For a very split second, something akin to sympathy washes over the little maidservant. But then underneath that is another feeling still. Something questioning.
 âWhen are they to arrive?â
 âAllegedly, within a few daysâ Freiya responds excitedly, ecstatic to receive some drama in her no doubt monotonous maidservant life.
 For a man who had been so wronged in his past, with such a traumatic past, to turn into the person he was today. Someone who could be cruel, taking the little power she had in her own life into his own, greedy for more. She had done nothing to him but merely exist and attend to him, as was her job. And she wracked her brain about it. What had she done to incite such cruelty in him, if anything at all? What harm could she do to him in her position, that he had not done to her a million times over.
 With her heart weighing heavy in her chest, after scrubbing the living daylights out of the linen, she carried the dirty water back with Freiya, chatting idly. She was good company, she had to admit, even if she was obsessed with the inner workings of the royalâs lives. As melancholic as the little maidservant felt, she let out perhaps her first genuine laugh when Freiya âaccidentallyâ bumped some of the water over the front of her dress. Sheâd given the young girl a friendly swat and told the little tyrant to scarper.
 If what Freiya and Mari had said was true, there was a possibility that his typical Targaryen temper could possibly become worse. Perhaps irreparably so.
  She waited in his chambers until it was impossibly dark. Later than usual, Aemond eventually returned, in a much more sour mood than this morning.
 Sheâd knelt in front of the fire, placing more wood on it to heat the room in the cold that had captured it now that the sun had gone down. Was this how it was to be now? In the morning, he was one person, not burdened by the mood of others and his own not dependent on what had happened during the day. And at night, after the weight of his day had weighed heavy on his tired soul, his desire for release, of any kind, was insatiable.
 âYour graceâ she greeted with a bowed head, her soft, fearful voice barely carried above the crackling of the flames. Quite the opposite of the other night, while he was still angry, he let the door shut softly behind him. She just stared at his legs as they made their way towards her, and a flash of her pushing against his legs, in an attempt to push him away from her zips through her head. He was so much larger than her, she thought. It would take no effort on his side at all to subdue her.
 She notices how he stands before her, fists clenched white.
 âMy little maidservant does not meet my eye todayâ he says with a hint of irritation to his tone, âWhyâ
 She swallows nervously, trying desperately to regain her breath âApologies, your grace.Just some problems at home that are of no matterâ
 When he remains still and quiet, she worries for a moment that sheâs overshared, spoken too much and that depending on what mood heâs in, she might have set him off.
 âWhat problemsâ he asks, and despite him asking, she gets the impression from his tone of voice that he is completely and utterly unbothered about the reason and just wants to hear her speak. She looks up to meet his eye and immediately wishes she hadnât. His gaze is cold, uncaring, dark, like she is an annoyance.
 âMyâŠsiblings, your grace. I am required to send them more coin, to pay for their supportâŠâ she replies nervously, insistent that she has shared too much information and that he very much does not care. She sees this, because his cold expression does not change.
 His eyes roam her face, seeing the discomfort there at her situation. But he cannot find it within himself to care. All he cares to remember is how her smooth hip felt that very morning, how hard he had squeezed it, how he had dreamt for his fingernails to create little indents in her soft skin.
 âYou do not smile in my presenceâ he says simply.
 At this, her lips part in shock. What did he mean? And also, what reason would she have to smile in his presence while attending to him?
 âPardon me, your grace?â she says in a quiet voice, immediately sucking in air as he steps closer to her. Her feet didnât move from their spot.
 âWith the other maidservants, you smile so widely and yet in my presenceâŠâ he hums, his finger reaching out to twirl the little piece of hair at the side of her face once more, as if obsessed with it, â...I believe you fear me, sweet girlâ
She could say nothing but try and keep her breath steady. He was right, he frightened her. But what woman would not be frightened at the way he leered at her, kept her in his sights firm and unyielding.
 Only a woman who would want it, she thought.
 âBut no matter,â he says, his hand trailing to her the buttons of her dress at the top of her chest. Undoing the firstâŠthen the secondâŠâI will have your fear if I can have nothing elseâ he smirks only slightly.
 Her brain was all over the place. He said it with such conviction. Uncaring if she had wanted any of it or not. She could feel her stomach bubbling in her gut, feeling as if she might either cry or vomit. Aemond could not help but smirk at her efforts to keep herself calm, and failing miserably. His hand barely floated over her chest, over her clothed nipple and sheâd flinched only slightly, with a slight inhale of her sweet, hot breath.
 He had seen how she had smiled with her fellow maidservant, the way her dimples had shown on the upper apples of her cheeks, the pink that coloured them when she laughed. He had seen the way the little cock tease had water splashed down her front, turning her dress completely dark and sodden. Aemond would not be able to rid his mind of the image of her hardened nipples beneath the fabric for days, weeks, months to come.
 âSitâ he gestured to the end of the large bed, while Aemond stalked to the fireplace for a moment.
 She gathered her skirts in her shaking hands and sat herself down, closing her eyes to catch her breath, feeling as if the walls were closing in, and that the air was becoming difficult to breathe.
 When Aemond turned around, his eyepatch had been discarded and he was shucking off his leather doublet, with the cream undershirt the only thing beneath it. He walked with such purpose towards her, until his tall, broad form was completely staring and looming over hers. His sapphire eye caught the light of the fire and at this moment, he looked almost possessed.
 âI do not want your hair up when you are in my chambersâ
 There was a beat of silence, timed by the beating of her heart.
âWell?â
 The intensity of his voice seemed to wake her from the impregnable fear for just a moment, and her shaking hands reached up for her hair again, quicker about her movements than she had been the previous time heâd aske-no, demanded for her to do so. It was wrong firstly to have her hair loose in his presence, but if anyone
 âLook at meâ
 With her hair now falling in their waves down her back, she barely has time to look up before his large hand flies to her jaw,  fingers squeezing painfully at her cheekbones, almost bruisingly. He pulls at her face slightly upwards and towards him. Aemond revells in the shocked and doe-eyed expression on her face and the way her skin blossoms pink under his firm, hard touch. His lips are drawn into a tight line, as if getting angrier by the second, and in his grasp he felt her tremble.
 âDid you enjoy my cock in your throatâ he says, his thumb drawing across her bottom lip, only slightly dipping inside into the warm embrace of her little mouth. He can see that sheâs too shocked to say anything, her pupils shaking.
 âDid you enjoy swallowing my spendâŠâ he goes on, his thumb pressing against the wet muscle of her tongue, emphasising where his spend had been before he had demanded her to swallow it.
 If he dipped beneath her skirts, would she bet as wet as her mouth? Accepting his digit so willingly.
 âI think you did, sweet girlâ
Did I?
 He collects the wetness of her mouth on his thumb, still grasping her face tightly. When she briefly looked down, she saw how hard he was beneath his breeches and the memory of how he had felt in her mouth, heavy and hot. As well as how heâd tasted. At this she feels her gut tighten.
 He pulls his thumb out her mouth, again, smearing the wetness over her lips and then her face as he grips her tightly once more.
 âDo you like this job, sweet girlâ he asked and her heart froze in fear.
 âYes, your graceâ she whispered back,
 âThen you will do as I say if you wish to keep itâ
 He quite forcefully pushes her back, making her support her torso on her elbows, looking over to the bed with parted lips when Aemond kneels on the floor, his eye forever on her face as he rucks up her skirts. Itâs here she realises what he may intend to do and goes to shut her legs tight against each other.
 âAre you going to be a good little maidservant and be quiet?â
 She nods, voice failing her. Not that she would trust it to be steady at the moment.
 If it were possible, his mood flattened completely. Aemond growls and hooks both his hands under her thighs and pulls her closer to him, his fingers digging into her bare, soft skin.
 âYour grace, I-â she starts. Aemond glares right at her, forcefully parting her thighs and painfully squeezing the meat of her legs, emitting a whimper from her.
 âWhat did I fucking say about being quietâ he snarls, hooking his fingers into her smallclothes and ripping them down her legs. She would shut her legs tightly if Aemond were not so strongly holding them apart, and she feels her heart going fast when she feels his hot breath on the juncture of her thigh. His tongue runs over the line there, inhaling deeply the heady scent of her sex, which he has no doubt is seeping with arousal.
 âStay still while I taste you, sweetâŠsweet girlâ
 He dips between her thighs and sees her bare cunny before him. It was just as heâd imagined it, the luscious hair framing it just for him was waiting there, his thumb ran over her lips, parting them to brush his thumb over her clit. She was wet. So wet. Her slick aided his movements and when heâd brushed over her swollen bundle of nerves, sheâd released a shuddered breath, tensing up somewhat. Aemond was tempted to reprimand her, but now faced with her perfect cunt right before him, ready for his taking, he cannot find it within himself to care.
 He dives in, flattening his tongue against her sex and he feels her body jolt beneath his hold, fingers curling into her hips.
 âMmâŠâ he hums. She tasted so sweet for him, the intoxicating taste of her arousal flooded his tongue, waking his nerves and something deep, dark and ancient within. His eye opened somewhat to look up at her, being so good and quiet for him and he smirked against her cunt, quickening his motions when he saw that sheâd laid back, keeping her hand over her mouth to obey him. Aemond watched as her chest and body writhed with each movement of his wet muscle against her clit, her other hand fisted the bedsheets and he could faintly hear her whimpering behind her hand.
 Aemond pushed her legs further apart, granting his tongue access to her wet and waiting entrance, he dipped inside, using it to fuck her repeatedly. The only sound in his otherwise quiet chambers was slapping of his mouth against her cunt, lapping up her juices with a new vigour. He thought, the longer he continued, the more addicted he would become to it. He wanted to have this sweet cunt for all his meals; it gave him life and sustenance.
 But it wasnât enough.
 His little maidservant was not letting go of herself enough. He could not bring her to peak like this.
 He wanted her climax on his tongue, like she had his.
 Aemond moves his tongue out of her, running up slowly to her bundle of nerves and sucks eagerly, giving her a new, deeper sensation in her gut that makes her hips buck against his face against her will. A new sound floods out her mouth against her hand that has Aemondâs ears perked up and his lips turn up into a smirk. He briefly breaks his contact with her to pull her hand from her face, pinning it by her wrist to the bed harshly.
 âI want to hear you when I make you peakâ
 Her eyes are shut tightly, but Aemond doesnât wait for an answer and goes right back in, licking and sucking her clit, one hand forever at her thigh to keep her open for him. He can feel her body trembling beneath him and the little sounds of her breath as she tries to keep it under control, and now that her hand is not muffling her sounds, he drinks in the various whimpers and tiny, tiny moans with renewed purpose.
 She lets out halfway between a choked whimper and moan when Aemond mercilessly thrusts one finger into her, he moans against her sex at the tightness of her, and how she would feel when she was finally wrapped around his cock. How sheâd squeeze him as he used her body for himself and milk him for his spend when her cunt convulsed with the force of her climax.
 Aemond moved his head side to side against her sex, licking every bit of her he could as her moans had become louder. Stray tears ran down her face at the foreign feeling. It was strange and slightly unpleasant, as sheâd never put anything inside her before. But his finger crooked up inside her slightly, rubbing against somewhere she never knew existed and it gave her the urge to move her hips, searching for something.
 Uncaring if she was ready, Aemond hastened all his movements and inserted a second, stretching her little cunny with his long, thick digits. He thought she would need to be prepared, for when he would eventually have his cock inside of her.
 It would hurt. It would be painful.
 And it was this that excited him the most.
 As he fucked her with his fingers, focussing his tongue on her clit quickly, he noted the way her body began to spasm in his grip. She was close, just that bit more.
 He loved it when her pink lips parted to give him a quiet moan. It was like praise. And when he concentrated the pads of his fingers against that rough spot within her, her back began to move off the bed, her breath coming in hurried pants. Her tears joined the rest, sliding down her face at the absurdity of the feeling she was having. What was this? Was this pleasure? What everyone else sought so much? It didnât feel entirely pleasurable, she thought. But there was something deep, dark about the way it was being drawn from her that set shame heavy in her.
 âCome on, sweet girlâŠâ Aemond murmurs against her, âcome onâ
 He keeps his mouth on her the entire time, body wracked with painful pleasure. So much so that even her voice doesnât manage to form coherently and her mouth is slack open, frozen in place as the warmth floods her body against her will.
 âThatâs itâŠâ he coos, all while his tongue earnestly laps up every single bit of her climax from her, drinking it down like the air he breathes. Aemond canât help but smile, now that heâs tasted her, seen what she looks like when she comes apart. He canât not have her and fully intends to have her little cunny at his disposal. One hand dips beneath his breeches, to pump himself, feeling that he did not need much friction to climax himself.
 Her body slumps against the mattress, limbs now entirely limp and feeling both warm and empty at the same time. She eventually cracks her eyes open when Aemond delivers one more warm, stripe upwards, collecting what little is left of her. She looks up to the ceiling, to the canopy and realises her vision is fogged with tears and her hand comes up to wipe at them, now being able to feel the wetness of them against her cheeks.
 Aemond had travelled up her body, still furiously stroking his cock, aching for completion.
 âDo not let it go to wasteâ he ordered, holding his manhood close to her mouth as he fisted it furiously, fingers once again running through her hair to grip harshly as he pulled at the back of her head.
 Without warning, he shoves his cock into her mouth, prodding the back of her throat and moaning loudly when she splutters around it, having not been prepared. She could smell his musky scent, now even more amplified from his efforts on her previously and it completely flooded her senses. Not a second later, was the familiar flood of his spend into her mouth as he softly thrusted into her, wanting to prolong his friction.
 He took one long breath and pulled his cock from her mouth. But her eyes were firmly shut, whimpering as she swallowed the thick, bitter substance. Again.
 She had a strange thought. That there may have been more spend than food in her belly. And it rattled her beyond comprehension.
 Why am I crying, she thought, having not felt them even come. Her body felt strange, like she was on the outside looking in at herself and she wondered how pathetic she must look. She wondered how other people would look at her if they saw what trouble sheâd gotten herself into. What other people thoughtâŠ
 âŠit frightened her.
 Regaining her strength, she finally sits up, looking around bleary-eyed to see Aemond, on the other side of the room, already seated in his armchair with a cup of wine in one hand, watching the flames of the fire in front of him. She could see from this angle that his lips and the skin around it was glistening and his other hand was at his lips, smearing whatever wetness was there more over them. She wondered how long she had been laid there.
 In the soft light of the fire, he almost looked handsome. She thought that he, Aemond Targaryen, would be remembered as a skilled swordsman, rider of the largest dragon in the world, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. History books would record him for centuries to come, on his skills, his wit, his fearsome victories.
 And sheâŠ
 âŠShe who had been owned first by her father. And now owed her life to servitude under him. She had always been owned and perhaps always would be. Any husband would own her as well as her money and her children, doomed by the determination of her sex to perform the duties of them for the rest of her life.
 History would not remember her. It would scarcely even know she existed in the first place. Even her own name would not even be remembered by those she worked alongside, she feared. Those she called her friends.
 Forgotten. Replaceable.
 Gathering her breath and wiping her face, sheâs unable to control the soft pants of her weak cries and pulls her dress back over herself. Aemond turns, but does not look at her straight on.
 âLeaveâ he orders flatly.
 She would be shocked, if it hadnât already happened before. So she took shakily to her feet, feeling entirely degraded and empty within, despite the hum of pleasure still present inside. He didnât say anything else as she struggled out of the door, her hair still loose around her shoulders.
 It was only when she was in the lit safety of the hallway that she finally allows herself to comprehend what happened and a few more fat tears make their way down her face and her neck.
 Am I his maidservant, or his whore.
Maidservant.
 Whore.
 Whore.
 The way back to the staff quarters was long and wracked with quiet sobs.
 Sheâd brushed Hediâs shoulder as she walked past and Hedi had looked wide-eyed at her, as if only just recognising her with her hair down. Hediâs face immediately fell into a sombre, sorrowful one,
 âChild, what is wrong?â she says, cupping her face in both her hands and looking over her for any sign of injury. She simply shook her head and hastily wiped her cheeks til they were red,
 âI am just tired, please Hedi I-â
 Hedi pressed a hand to her forehead, acting very much like a mother, despite the age gap being small between them, but she found no fever there and she was only very warm from all her crying.
 âWhy is your hair down, child?â she asks hesitantly, her eyes darting about her face in search of a clue. Hedi had noticed. Her loose hair, her two undone buttons, the shake of her hands.
 âPlease, I just need sleepâ she insisted unconvincingly, tearing herself from Hediâs grasp to wander through the halls to her own quarters, intent on scrubbing herself raw once again with the brush. Desperately trying to erase any memory of touch.
 Hedi had watched her disappear, the other few maidservants followed with their looks, cementing their thoughts in their sour expression.
 âWhoreâ
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