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who else gave MacCready a wedding ring? I sure did!
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Logan x Reader pt.3
Listen here folks, I remember a lot from the movie however most of those memories are Hugh Jackman's abs
I hope this is alright, I added a few bits and obviously there will be dialogue that I have forgotten but I really hope it's semi-good, I know a lot of you have wanted a third part so hopefully it lives up to your standards đ«¶
There be "violence" in this one
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Logan had spent the journey drinking Gambit's booze and watching you sleep. You looked younger when you slept, less worn. He used to love taking you to your room when you fell asleep grading his pupil's papers or even just watching TV in the sitting room. He'd scoop you up in his arms and secure you safely in your room, then eventually he'd settle you in his.Â
You had said the word husband yesterday, that wasn't lost on him. You'd been married to your version of Wolverine. One that wasn't too âmachoâ to ask. One that loved you freely. He was a fucking idiot for being scared to take that leap. He and you had settled into a fuck-buddy-but-there-were-feelings-involved situation.Â
He could've had more with you.Â
Maybe if he was with you he wouldn't have been at a bar when the humans attacked.
He was lost without his friends but he was truly wrecked without you. When he found your body amongst the pile of mutants something inside him snapped. He couldn't stop hurting people. It began with the bad, then the semi-bad, then the not bad and eventually he killed innocents. He killed people that didn't deserve it. He made a bad name for the mutants and the X-Men. He killed the X-Men by tarnishing the memory.Â
He couldn't be without you again. He'd bring you with him, take you to wherever Deadpool was taking him.
Surely he could convince you.
âYou'll have to wake her soon.â Laura's voice pulled him from his thoughts. She was staring intensely but not in an intimidating way. He didn't think she could stare without the intensity behind her eyes. She was born with it, through him.Â
âI will.â He agreed.Â
âYou want some?â She raised an open cereal box. He didn't know why but he didn't want to insult her any more. He accepted some and thanked her. It was chalky but tasted vaguely like chocolate. Laura still just watched Logan, every stretch of his jaw as he chewed and eventually swallowed and then she still gazed into his soul âYou love her.âÂ
Logan didn't think it was a question but responded. He couldn't disagree if he wanted to. âYes.âÂ
âI do, too.â She flicked her eyes to your face and then turned her head, repositioning herself on Blade's shoulder.Â
Logan stayed still for another few minutes but the silhouette of the giant, Wade called Paul Rudd, became visible in the distance. It was time to wake you.Â
He delicately shook your shoulder and you frowned, grumbling and burrowing higher into his neck.
âBaby.â Logan shook you again, and you let out a huff, squinting open one eye. âWe'll be there soon.âÂ
You raised your head and slowly sat up, eyes sleepy and letting out a small yawn. Logan gave you a soft smile as he flattened a piece of hair that had stuck out, his hand slid down to caress your cheek.Â
âYou could come with us.âÂ
âWith you?â Your brain was still mush. âI can't leave them.âÂ
âNo.â He lied. âYou should be up there in the skull with âPool and me. It would be a better vantage point for you.âÂ
The plan was to have Laura, Elektra, Blade, and Gambit on the offence whilst you were their defence. You always were the protector, the shield of the group. Wade and Logan were going to distract and then use Juggernautâs helm to bargain with Cassandra Nova.Â
You took a moment to consider with your slow brain but then agreed. âYeah, that's probably a good idea.âÂ
You continued to wake yourself up, preparing for a fight. It wasn't hard to, everyday in this wasteland was a fight. Everyone seemed to work for this Cassandra lady which meant that they wanted to kill you for not.Â
In your peripheral you saw Blade open the sunroof, before rummaging in his bag.
Gambit spoke over the radio, âso, ami, âe gonna be âlastinâ a way through thoseâre hands.âÂ
âWhat he means to ask is how are we going to get through? I feel like that was an integral part of this plan and I have miss-â Wade cut himself off when he felt movement behind him. Blade had stood and freed the rocket launcher, hoisting it over his shoulder and aiming. âOh my god, where did you get that?âÂ
El glanced through the rearview mirror and answered, âPunisher.â slamming her foot down on the gas.
âWhat one there's been like five?âÂ
You couldn't hear the end of his question as Blade fired the shot, it landed right in the centre breaking the fingers.Â
âHold on!â El ordered as she expertly spun the car to the left.Â
Smoke plumed as you all were quick to exit. Elektra, Wade and Blade were to the left side. Logan, yourself and Laura to the right, Gambit was in the middle shuffling his deck.Â
The others: mutants, supes, enhanced, all crowded you, waiting for the order to kill. There were familiar faces such as Lady Deathstrike, Toad, Juggernaut and Blob. There were others that you were fairly sure you recognised through their distinctive features despite them having different faces, like Azazel and Pyro.Â
There were a good fifty more circling you, Laura smirked putting her sunglasses on. Blade spun his weapons then tapped one on Elektra's sais in a âcheersâ motion. Wade had his katanas out and your Wolverines both extended their claws. You and Gambit, the only ones with âmagicâ powers stayed fairly still, well, as still as he could be.Â
Cassandra was standing above you all in the skull of an Ant-Man, you remembered when he got there. She was quick to free him of skin and then organs. Positioning him in this horrid way, using his body as a base. It made you sick when you thought of the palaces and the buildings that came through the portals in abundance.Â
âYou came back.â She spoke. Her accent was posh but her tone was clipped. Clearly annoyed.Â
âYou have to send us back!â Wade shouted.Â
She gave you a smirk and retreated into the right eye socket.Â
Here's where the fun begins.Â
âLet's fucking go!â Deadpool yelled. You all let out a war cry, Gambit's being âAllons!â as you all depart at the same time, each of you taking a side and going for it. Blade went toe to toe with Toad, Elektra fought Lady Deathstrike, Logan fought a very large man you didn't recognize, Wade fought a Doc Ock, Gambit took on a group of four, and Laura went for the big guy himself. Juggernaut.Â
You were paired with Azazel. The man zapping about, striking you and vanishing before you could catch him. It took his tail tripping you for you to land on your back and actually be in a good-visibility position. Quickly you trapped him in a forcefield. It was an intense battle of power. The field had been a bubble but you wrapped it around his appendages and forced him to stay in one spot. Forced him still. But he struggled. He fought against you, red mist seeping from the forcefield as he thrashed about.Â
You had trapped him but couldnât do anything to dispose of him. If you flung him away he would just reappear and it was getting noticed that you were distracted. Quickly you rose to your feet, arms still extended, shaking with brute force and out of the corner of your eye you could see her. She ran towards you and you dropped on hand flinging a force field in the shape of a disc - you had so eloquently named a forcedisc - at her. It sliced through her side but she didn't stop.Â
âEl!â You yelled, barely dodging the acid she spat. Your arms stayed extended in the same position but you managed to kick her in the chest as she took a deep breath. She spluttered, acid dripping down her face and landing on her shirt. Her skin was immune but the fabric burned.Â
Elektra spun to your call and nodded, having fought with you before she understood what was needed.Â
You moved Azazel over to her and Elektra stabbed him, your forcefield opening just as the sai made contact.Â
As you focused on the exact millisecond to release your palms, âacidgirlâ was able to choke you from behind. You conjured a muzzle over her mouth and held it there. Quickly plucking your knife out.Â
Killing wasn't exactly new to you but it always felt bad, no matter if the feeling got smaller and smaller each time. You still felt guilty as you thrust behind and stabbed her stomach.Â
Once you released the field her acid fell upon your shoulder. The suit fizzled and you were quick to pull the fabric from your skin. It still burned through but you pushed on.Â
âOit L/N!â Wade shouted over spinning cartoonishly across Logan's back to stab someone.Â
You hadn't realised how isolated you were compared to the others, you were right at the back of the group, by the car. You threw out some forcediscs holding them stationary and jumped on them, over the heads of those trying to kill you. You ran, ascending up, towards the skull, flinging a couple out for Wade and Logan. They were quick to follow your cue and you made sure they and you got to each eye socket.Â
They entered the right as you perched in the left, finding yourself at a much better position strategically.
Their plan was distraction. Yours was protection. You could do yours in your sleep. Quickly stopping a hammer landing on Elektra and misplacing a punch to Gambit.Â
You had gotten more powerful being here. You had to. Your forcefields were no longer merely for protection, they could now be used as a force. Similar to Jeanâs telekinesis except you were still using the forcefields, only they were now differently shaped, i.e. the ball that had knocked into the man's fist when he aimed for Gambit's face.Â
A gate fell to the floor, landing on the Honda, and a creature stalked out of it, dark claws crushing the car as though it was tissue paper.Â
You were quick to try and halt the thing. It was a humongous wolf? You couldn't be sure as it had two sets of eyes and three tails. It was clearly not from your version of earth.Â
âLet it go!â Blade yelled up, smiling wide. âI got this!âÂ
You obeyed his order and focused your energy on Laura. Who had just decapitated Juggernaut. That's my girl.Â
Quickly you flung multiple discs for her to jump onto, she was efficient as always and leapt towards the right eye socket when Psylocke's lasso yanked her back.
âLaura!â You screamed, instinctively opening a field around her head and closing your fist, crushing it - you'd never even thought to do that, never once occurred to use your power that way - just in time your baby tossed her backpack into the eye socket and it skidded across the marble floor and straight into Deadpool's awaiting hand.
You hadn't even noticed what was going on behind you. There was talking and now nothing. Sneaking a glance you saw Logan on his knees with Cassandra holding his cheeks. Her fingers disappeared into his skin, he was twitching slightly but she looked peaceful.Â
Wade quickly revealed the helm and tiptoed behind her.Â
âBOOM!â Gambitâs voice could be heard and then a series of much larger explosions than you were used to detonated.Â
You were brought back to the battle at hand and decided that maybe crushing heads was the way to go when you saved El, who had been cornered by two men.Â
Blade, having been fighting the beast, was currently sat on top of it and plunged a knife into its head. Downing the creature.Â
There actually wasn't an awful lot of enemies left to fight and you were feeling good about the outcome when you saw it.
Alioth.Â
The celestial dragon had its gaze set upon you. âGuys!â You called down. âAlioth is coming!âÂ
Realistically there wasn't anything you could do. You couldn't shield them from this. But perhaps Cassandra could? Did she save people from the dragon? Surely she didn't offer them up, right?
âGet inside!â You ordered and quickly turned to find Wade holding her firmly with Juggernautâs helmet forced upon her.Â
Logan was talking to her and you jogged over.Â
âAlioth is coming.â You informed.Â
âI can't save you with this on my head.â She taunted.Â
âYou won't save us anyway!â Wade countered, âLogan, you want me to off her?â His fingers twitched near her neck.Â
âNo.â Logan shook his head.Â
âYou sure? I'm right here.âÂ
âIt's not what-Charles wouldn't want that. If he knew about you, my Charles, he would stop at nothing to come find you. To save you. He would've loved you.âÂ
You had known Cassandra for her reputation. She was the big cheese, she called the shots, she had an immense power and used it to do whatever she wanted. Everyone else were her playthings. But here, with the helm on, she looked small. She was tiny and thin and her eyes glossed over at Logan's words.Â
âMine, too.â You knew you didn't have to speak but you wanted her to know. That was the X-Man in you. Charlesâ influence. Everyone deserves help.Â
She looked at you and you felt as though she was looking into your very soul. Her eyes, even powerless, were weighty.Â
âWe can't release her, she'll kill us.â Wade reminded you. He wasn't wrong. What could you do? What should you do?Â
You didn't have the time to think of a plan. âWe need to hurry up, that monster is on its way.âÂ
A gunshot echoed through the skull as well as your own. You quickly forced a shield up, covering the four of you.Â
Pyro was behind it, pointing the weapon at Cassandra. Your eyes followed the angle to see she was beginning to bleed heavily from her stomach.Â
âI am tired of being her errand boy! 'Do this, get that', well no more!â He sauntered towards you all, the gun lowered to his side, you slowly eased the shield back as he spoke. âWhen is it my turn? First Magneto, then Apocalypse, Scarlet Witch and now Cassandra Nova!âÂ
When he was within range Logan silenced him with an efficient right hook. You know it hurt, because that man was heavy.Â
âNot everyone gets a speech.âÂ
Blood splurged from Cassandraâs mouth as she coughed. âShit!â Â
âWade, you have to take her helmet off.âÂ
âShe, again, will. Kill. Us.â He tightened his hold. âYou missed it, she said she'd ârub herself silly watchingâ a second ago!â
âShe's dying.â You argued.Â
Logan agreed, âshe needs her powers to help us, we're stuck here if she dies.âÂ
Wade let out a frustrated yell before he conceded and yanked the helmet off her. Her body fell to the floor as he let go and you were quick to help her.Â
âIt's okay, can you hea-â She was already up and standing, leaving you kneeling on the floor. âOh.âÂ
You stood to your full height and watched as she kicked Pyroâs body before addressing you. âA wizard came through here. He died and I got this.â She revealed a fancy ring. Causing Wade to gasp and say âstrangeâ. âYou saved me and I am curious to how this will play out...so I suppose I can get you back, but you better hurry. As your friend mentioned, Alioth is coming.âÂ
Cassandra raised her arms and spun a circle, forming a physical one as she did. It crackled and sparked and in the centre was a street. There were cars and houses and people. It was home. Or a version of a home.Â
It was civilisation.Â
After all this time you could smell it.Â
âGo on.â She nodded towards the âportalâ.Â
Logan grasped your hand and you were tempted. By god you were.Â
But Gambit, Elektra, Blade and Laura. Your Laura who you had to help with her periods and hygiene; Laura who came into your room when she had a bad dream; Laura who had offered to help feed Blade - in a similar fashion that Logan did - because she âhealedâ and didn't want you guys to suffer.Â
You pulled free from him. âI can't leave her.â Â
âY/N.â Logan tried again. âThis is your chance to escape!âÂ
âI won't leave her.â You clarified.Â
âI-âÂ
âGuys, chop chop!â Wade accentuated the words with a clap.Â
âSave the world and come back for me.â You offered lamely. It was a very long shot. But what else could you say? You knew he was here to save Deadpool's world, if it worked maybe you could all live there?
âI can't lea-âÂ
You pushed him away. âGo. I'll be here.âÂ
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Part 4
#logan 2017#james logan howlett#logan x reader#logan howlett#logan#the wolverine#wolverine x men#wolverine#wolverine x reader#deadpool#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine
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Il Capitano x reader (!fem !wife)
ANGST (based on the last AQ more or less)
AN: please excuse any grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language and I worte all this at 3am with blurry vision đ
Words count: 1716

For five centuries, you had traversed the shifting sands of time, a quiet sentinel to the rise and fall of nations, the birth and ruin of dreams. The world flowed around you like a ceaseless river, its current reshaping mountains and cities, but you remained a stone beneath the surfaceâweathered, unyielding. Your soul had become a vast archive of echoes: the laughter of lovers turned to dust, the roar of battles etched in crimson, the whisper of civilizations swallowed by the maw of eternity. To endure beyond the reach of decay was not a triumph; it was a symphony played too long, a dance that outlived its music.
Beneath the shifting constellations, you stood as a paradoxâunchanged as the stars rearranged their myths above him, eternal yet burdened with the ache of transient beauty. Eternity was not the gift poets promised, it was a weight that bent the very core of his being, a mirror reflecting centuries of loss. He bore it allâthe unbearable light, the endless air thick with memoryânot as a choice, but as a truth. You were the keeper of an unbroken vigil, a shadow in the unending dawn, a solitary defiance against timeâs relentless march.
That's what you were.
Five hundred years passed since the fall of Khaenri'ah. The land still whispered its lament. Blackened spires clawed at the heavens, their jagged silhouettes etched against a sky that had long since forgotten the stars that once guided your people. The cursed earth beneath your feet bore the scars of divine wrath, its once-thriving beauty now a wasteland of sorrow and silence.
Five hundred years since the world forgot the name of your husband, now known as Capitano. Five hundred years since you fought alongside him for a better world, for the sake of Khaenri'ah people, for the safety of the royal family. Five hundred years since you were round and glowing with his children, their essence long gone now, their bodies dust in wind, the only remains are the little stones you created out of what was left, hidden and stored away. Five hundred years since you last touched your husbands soft, yet scared skin, a symbol of all the fights he has been through, always a champion, and formidable warrior. Five hundred years since you saw the face of the man you love so dearly. A man hunted by his past, a man hunted by his mistakes, his regrets. He was a strong man, and you knew that. He knew that. But yet, all you could do was to wrap your arms around him from behind, a simple gesture to show him that you are there, no matter what, no matter where his choices lead him. His hands always finding yours. The wedding ring, still shining on his finger, matching yours, triumphing over the pass of time, the countless battles. You were always there when he was reminiscing of that kingdom, a fragment of its lost glory, cursed with eternal life but stripped of everything that made life worth living. In his eyes burned the memory of the golden halls of old Khaenri'ah, now reduced to ash, and the faces of those he had loved, now shadows haunting his immortal heart.
Yet somehow, after the passing of time, of challenges, of loss and grief, it was only you and him, him and you.
You were a storm wrapped in flesh, the fire to Capitanoâs shadow, a presence as unyielding as the steel of his blade. Where others faltered in fear before his masked visage, you met him with unwavering resolve, your eyes a mirror of his endless determination. From the blood-stained fields of battle to the silent corridors of treachery, you had walked beside himânot as a fragile tether to humanity, but as an anchor that steadied him in the tumult of his unrelenting duty.
You had seen him rise, a towering force among mortals, his loyalty bound not by sentiment but by a fierce, unshakable will. When the world turned against him, branding him a monster, you stood defiant at his side, your voice sharp as any blade, declaring his truth to a world deaf to honor.
In the quiet moments between wars and commands, you were the calm that soothed the tempest within him. You traced the edges of his mask with your fingers as if memorizing the unseen face beneath, whispering truths only he would hear. "You are not alone," you would tell him, her words a shield against the abyss of his solitude.
Through victories and losses, betrayals and triumphs, you remained. Even as the Harbingers gathered their might and the skies darkened with the weight of impending fate, you presence was his unspoken strength. You were not merely his wife but his equal, a force as indomitable as the tides, as eternal as the stars.
In you, Capitano found not just a partner but a reflection of his own relentless spiritâa reminder that even in the cold, merciless march of duty, there could still be warmth, still be love. Together, you were an unstoppable force, your bond a defiance of the worldâs cruelty, your story a testament to the power of loyalty, love, and unyielding resolve, but no one will be able to learn about it.
The battlefield was eerily silent when the news reached youâa silence that followed the storm, a silence that mocked your fury. Capitano was gone. The unyielding tower of strength, your shield, your partner through centuries of unrelenting trials, had fallen.
Your breath hitched, with sorrow, but also with a rage so fierce it burned away any tears before they could form. They dared to take him from you.They dared to strike down the one constant in your life, the man who had fought against gods and monsters, who had endured a world that sought to crush him, and who had always returned to you.
You stood on the precipice of the worldâs madness, your grief transforming into an inferno that would consume anything in its path. The stars themselves seemed to tremble as your voice split the air, a cry of mourning and of war. A war so painful yet so devastating on your soul.
"Capitano," you whispered, your hands trembling as you looked at him, sitting on a throne that held no king, but a throne that held your lover, the man of men, the warrior of all warriors, the man that long ago was holding your children
"I swore I would stand with you through everything. And now, even in death, I will not abandon you." You said as you slowly approached his lifeless body.
You slowly crawled closer to him, pain eating your soul alive, seeing him like this destroying you. You made your way on his lap, a place where you always find comfort through storms and angry thunders, but this time his arms couldn't comfort you anymore, they couldn't wrap around you anymore, soothe you again. You could hear his weak breathes, a body who's soul long left. You looked at him while your tears where washing your face, not seeming to stop soon. Your trembling hands reached to pull his mask off, to see the man. To see your husband. To see the man that promised you eternity.
"You were my strength" you murmured into the night, your voice a steel-edged whisper. "Now I will be yours."
You spoke softly, even if the tears in your eyes made everything so hard to see. You put his mask on your lap, so now your hands can touch his face, feel the cold skin against your fingers. Your touch so gentle, not wanting to hurt him even in death. You took in every detail, like he will vanish the second you close your eyes.
"You promised me I won't lose you too. Not after everything, my love. Not like this." You whispered biting your lip, before speaking again "I don't know if you will ever hear me, if you are even around like a stray ghost, but I promise we will meet again soon. I will hold you again, kiss you, and love you all over again in the afterlife. Just don't forget me until then, my brave warrior. Oh my love, my peace, my place, my forever. This time be my light through the darkness" you said, kissing his cheeks, his forehead, and his lips one last time, cradling at his chest, being close to him like that, your mind slowly calming down, remembering all the comfortable moments like that, where being in his arms and presence where the only moments of peace in your life.
You spend days like this, not moving in the slightest from his lap. Moving away from him would feel like a divorce. But slowly, beside the immense pain that threatened to rip your heart out, anger started to settle in. Was his sacrifice necessary? Was there anyone to even pretent his heroic act? Why did death consider now that it's time for Capitano to join him and leave you here all alone? You had all those thoughts, crying and breaking down every time you remembered where you were. Pain consuming you hole, whispering to take your revenge, to destroy whoever did that, to hunt down everyone who let this happen.
Your fury was a thing of legend, a tempest that dwarfed even the wrath of gods. You would not rest until you knew the truth of his fall, until the blood of those responsible stained the earth beneath your feet. The Harbingers would hear your fury, the Archons would feel your wrath, and the heavens themselves would tremble beneath your rage. They took every from you, they took the melody that lingers in the chords of your soul, his name the refrain in your heart that keeps singing.
And unfortunately, your vengeance was not reckless, it was calculated, cold, and precise. Every step you took was deliberate, every strike a tribute to the man who had fought for a world unworthy of him. You would burn the skies and sunder the earth if it meant avenging him. For you, love was not a gentle thing, and your anger, born of loss, would not be silenced until the scales of justice were balancedâuntil those who had taken him paid in kind.
#il capitano#genshin impact capitano#capitano genshin#capitano x you#capitano x reader#capitano#capitanopleasecomeback
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if ur still taking requests, could you do r!companions reacting to when sole introduces them (maybe to like a settler or something) as their husband/wife for the first time :0?
Romanced! FO4 Companions React to Sole Referring to Them as Husband/Wife for the First Time
This is so precious! It makes me wonder what weddings in the wasteland are like đ€
Anyways, let me know if you wanna see anyone else for this! :)
(also, sorry for being gone for a thousand years, love you guys for sticking around <3)
I hope you love it!Â
Cait:
Not much had changed after they'd said their vows.
It was a strange practice in this sort of reality, anyhow. Who in their right mind would be off fiddling with the thought of marriage when most folks were struggling on scraped hands and knees just to get by?
Sole, apparently.
Wouldn't be the first time they'd concerned themselves with something so unimportant and hairbrained in their new reality. Damn pre-war mentality.
But she'd humored them. They didn't do a whole ceremony, didn't have a priest or a cake, or even a dress. No, it was just each other and a few words, a couple of promises that she would never admit had... well, had choked her up, somewhat.
Sole's always been too sentimental for they're own good. And for my own good too, apparently.
Like she'd thought before the 'ceremony,' though, nothin' was all that different after the fact. Traveling together, watching each other's backs, sleepin' at Sole's place on the same shoddy mattress...
She didn't mind that, though. Nothinâ had to change for Cait to know that she was truly happy for the first time that she could remember.
What had shaken her, though, was when they'd met a couple settlers that had recently moved to Sanctuary when they stopped by for a visit. That, too, had been normal. At first.
Preston gave them his usual too-long to-do list, Codsworth told them he'd been keeping the hubflowers in the front yard nice and tidy, Sturges showed off the new paint-job on the power armor Sole had gifted him a while back. When they ran into those new folks, though, when that word 'wife' left her lover's lips, Cait had physically reeled back like she was dodging a blow.
Sole's look after the interaction was full of concern, of uncertainty. It made Cait's chest ache.
"Jus' unused to it, is all." She'd told them as reassuringly as she could manage, her fingers moving over Sole's shoulders to lace together at the base of their neck. "It'll come with time, love."
"Good," They said, their huff of relief only slightly exaggerated. "But if it doesn't, I'm warning you now, I might just have to marry you again."
Cait chuckled at that.
"And next time, I'm not letting you forgo the ceremony."
"No!" Cait groaned playfully.
"Nor the guests, or the dress, and those sappy vows will be read for everyone to hear--"
"Enough, you little shite. Go on, then. Call me wife at the end of ev'ry sentence, jus' don't make me go through all that."
Sole giggled in return, their own hands finding purchase at Cait's hips and pulling her close.
"Though..." The redhead continued, with a mischievous glint in her bright eyes. "I, myself, wouldn't mind a second honeymoon."
Curie:
"Aw, mon cheri! Let me try, let me do it, too!"
Sole's grin was contagious as they motioned for their adorable wife to continue with her⊠well, unnecessary, (but Sole would never tell her that) introduction.
"Zhis is mon mari/Ă©pouse. We are just married, you see?"
The Diamond city bar-goer nodded politely to them, giving Sole an amused look that wasn't caught by the over-excited synth.
"Congratulations, you two look very happy."
Curie squeezed her hand all the tighter around Sole's, and she looked simply fit to burst with joy at the strangerâs words.
"We are. 'Appier zhan I could've dreamed." Her eyes sparkled as she looked fondly to her Sole, âWe are so lucky to âave found each other.âÂ
âItâs trueâŠâ Sole echoed, the bargoer all but vanishing from the coupleâs attention as they became lost in each other again.Â
âMaybe I should just leave you two be, for now. Seems like youâre still in that honeymoon phase, to me.âÂ
âThat's, ahâŠâ Soleâs words dissolved into a chuckle, as Curie turned away with a blush. âThatâs also probably true. It was lovely meeting you, though!âÂ
Their new acquaintance waved a hand as he headed towards the bar once more, shaking his head with a grin as he noticed the way the pair went right back to existing in their own, sweet world. It was refreshing, he thought, to see two people so happy, so in love, in a world like this one.Â
Danse:
Heâd tried to introduce himself, at the start, to these friends of Soleâs, but⊠Heâd slipped up, as he often does.Â
Danse. My name is Danse. Nothing precedes that, Iâm⊠not a Paladin anymore.Â
Heâd never been without a title before, not since he joined the Brotherhood all those years ago, and his name still felt so naked without it, like it was missing something so integral. As usual, however, Sole had saved him. Theyâd noticed, even before he did, that he was about to err, and thankfully cut him off beforehand, but thenâŠÂ
Heâd almost forgotten. He didnât know how he could forget. The day he and Sole vowed to spend the remainder of their lives together had been one of the best of his life, but their past weeks were filled with the rest of the days upon that list⊠They hadnât been away from each otherâs sides, hadnât really met anyone new, so it was almost uncanny when he heard the wordâ the title leave their lips.Â
Iâve never been without a titleâŠ
Unwittingly, Danse found himself puffing up at the sound of it, much like he had when he was first called âPaladinâ. He grinned and stood straight and proud, nodding decisively at the sound of the word husband leaving his partnerâs lips. His spouseâs lips.Â
Danse had never planned for an outcome like this, never thought it would be possible to dedicate the time, energy, emotional attention and knowhow he needed to be involved in a lifelong, committed relationship, but then again, Sole had made many things possible that heâd never known would be in store for him. He couldnât imagine his life any other way now, even with the severe deviation from his original plan for himself, and though, at first, he felt like the entire situation was drastically more than unideal, he didnât know how he ever managed to consider himself truly happy without Sole by his side. They filled the immense chasm of hurt that was drilled through him the day he lost his identity, the day he was no longer a part of the cause that heâd dedicated his everything to, but if they were to be taken from him? Gone from his life for one reason or another? He knew not even the Brotherhood could fill the crippling hole they would leave in their wake.
This new title, the new responsibility to be there for his counterpart, through thick and thin, sickness, health, all that the wasteland would throw at them, and everything in between, as far as Danse was concerned, it was the most worthwhile endeavor heâd ever taken on, and he knew he would do everything in his power to never let them down. No matter what it took, heâd strive to be worthy of that title bestowed upon him by the one he loves and respects more than any other.
Deacon:
Deacon didnât think heâd ever be back here again⊠Not that he wasnât absolutely thrilled to be Soleâs partner, their spouse, but⊠did he really deserve that title? He sure as hell didnât the first time, and now, though heâs definitely less of a bigot, he still canât wrap his head around the idea of Sole being happy with him, wanting him. As their husband.Â
ShitâŠÂ
Heâd have to say something at some point, have to respond, have to smile and nod and shake hands and allow himself to be introduced like this...
Yikes.Â
It was a familiar feeling, but in a horrible, anxiety-inducing sort of way. He didnât want anything more than he wanted to be Soleâs husband, heâd been the one to propose after all, but introducing him like this? Was that safe? Was it necessary?Â
The spy bit his lip, his body visibly stiffening up at the words leaving Soleâs lips, but the worst part? The worst part was that jump in his gut at the sound of it. At first he thought it was the discomfort, with a healthy sprinkling of fear and just a pinch of panic, but it wasnât the cold shock that those emotions tended to elicit, no, this was sort of⊠warm? An excited sort of anxiousness, an enthusiastic leap within himself, not the uncomfortable churn heâd been expecting.Â
Maybe I can be used to this again. Like the first time.
Despite himself, despite the momentary thousand-yard stare accompanied by a half-open mouth, Deacon recovered rather rapidly, and even found himself smiling. His eyes crinkled up beneath his iconic shades and he turned to look over to his love, his spouse, and his teeth broke through the threshold of his lips into a broad grin.Â
âWhew, could get used to that.â He whispered with a wink and Sole had to bite their lips to keep from smiling too big.Â
Goddamn, I donât deserve them.
âWell, you heard the boss. Soleâs husband. Yeah⊠Pleased to meet and shake.âÂ
But shit⊠I really could get used to this again. That much is true.Â
Hancock:
âFuck, sunshine, say it again for me, will ya?âÂ
Hancock immediately turned to face them at the sound of it, their hand in his proving not to be nearly enough contact to sate his need for his new spouse. He separated their fingers as that glorious title of his left their lips once more, as their mischievous eyes met his, opting to instead wrap both of his wiry arms around them, pulling his partner close while completely disregarding the traveling merchant in front of them. Theyâd get back to their purchase in a moment, but first⊠Hancock leaned forward, pressing his lips to his partnerâs with a fervor that rivaled that of their kiss upon the altar.Â
How can anyone expect me to hold back when theyâre lookinâ at me like that? When they call me their âhusband.âÂ
The ghoul felt himself shudder, a grin spreading from his lips, infecting theirs in turn as he finally managed to pull away.Â
âMmm, yeah, damn straight.âÂ
Who wouldâve ever thought?Â
The esteemed bachelor, infamous junkie, proclaimer of every kinda freedom, and the Mayor of the city of sin and mirth⊠Married. And he couldnât be more proud of it, more overjoyed at the prospect of spending his life with the one he loves, dedicating himself to one person. Sure, he never thought heâd see the day. But that didnât change a damn thing.Â
âYeah, Soleâs husband speaking here. Pleased to make your acquaintance.â
MacCready:
Maybe he should feel guilty, maybe the sound should make him sad, should douse him in memories of his past, in a future that heâd hoped for, but never came to be. A future with another person, another possibility for his life⊠But when Sole called him their husband for the first time, in front of all these people at the bar, still dressed in their glorious, dare he say sexy, wedding clothes⊠God, the ex-merc couldnât quit grinning.Â
It felt⊠strange, sure, to be called husband again, but damn, it felt good, too. It was a reminder that he still could be happy, it was proof that there are second chances, even in a world as cruel as this one. Even for both of them, who came from broken homes, from pasts filled with loss and hardship, from such different upbringings, there was still hope.Â
And so, he smiled. And he let himself smile.Â
Heâd dealt with the guilt already, since the moment he felt affection for his partner rising to the surface. From that first awkward kiss, their strangely sad first time together, to his first terrifying declaration of his love, heâd felt that guilt simmering under the surface, waiting to boil over and burn him from the inside out, make him hurt all over again, make moving on impossible, but⊠Even though it had always been there, itâs grown⊠weaker. Soleâs reciprocation, their affirmation, their shared feelings of wrongfulness that linger behind every touch, every feeling of fondness, of love⊠The two of them were two sides of the same damn coin, broken pieces that, by some miracle, could fit together to make each other whole.Â
That, and he knew what Lucy and Nate/Nora would want. Their late spouses loved them both, and they would want them both to be happy now, not wallow away their days alone in grief and guilt.Â
And now, MacCready could smile. And damn, did he do so. It was embarrassingly toothy, it scrunched his eyes and brought tears to them. Heâd cried when he saw them at the wedding, and his eyes have hardly been dry since the ceremony earlier that day, and even as the pair collected their drinks from the bar top, he couldnât keep his eyes off his partner. His spouse.Â
It was strange to feel like this again, to be back in this situation, back to this point in life, just with another person, but if it was with Sole, MacCready could truly be happy again, if it was with them⊠he didnât want to be anywhere else.
Nick:
It was so difficult to look away, to stop the smile from spreading too far across his synthetic lips, to pull his hand away from Soleâs in order to greet this stranger, to act as though it were normal for them to refer to him in that way. It shouldnât be strange, with how long theyâve been together, how long theyâve been itching to use those titles for one another, but it still sent a shock through him. The warmness spread through his chest in such a way he didnât know was even possible. Nothing could have ruined the moment that that word left his incredible partnerâs lips, not even the way the strangerâs eyes were widened, their mouth drawn to a thin line in surprise and just a hint of revulsion. Nick couldnât care less.Â
Keeping his good hand firmly clasped with Soleâs, he extended his skeletal one out for them to consider, finally forcing himself to look away from Soleâs sweet, glowing expression to meet the otherâs judgemental gaze. If heâd cared even in the slightest, he mightâve snorted and made some remark, but this didnât matter at all. The approval of some schmuck in the wilds of the Commonwealth wasnât even remotely something Nick desired, and there was no way in hell heâd let something like this ruin even a fraction of his elation at finally becoming Soleâs husband.Â
âGood to meet ya.â He said with an insultingly broad grin as their eyes locked to his metal hand, their own making no move to embrace his in the customary greeting.
âUsually itâs polite," Nick began, with just a hint of salt, "When someone extends a hand, to shake it.â
That seemed to pull the stranger from their thoughts, and tentatively, they reached out and gave a small shake before quickly pulling away.Â
âThere we go, thatâs it.â Nick let his skeletal hand fall back to his side and felt Sole give his other a tight squeeze in comfort. âAnd just in case you didnât catch it, itâs Nick. Valentine. Detective extraordinaire, and Soleâs husband.âÂ
A sweet sound met his ears as Sole chuckled beside him, their grin scrunching their eyes as they gave their husband that look, the one that said it all, the one heâd never grow tired of seeing. The amusement at his words, and that genuine affection for him behind it all, god, itâs what Nick lived for.
Piper:
âAw, Blue! It sounds so good when you say it!â The reporterâs eyes lit up as Sole introduced her to the bartender, and her hand squeezed their arm all the tighter. Sheâs been waiting, what seems like forever, to hear those words leave her partnerâs lips. Now, it was even better than sheâd imagined. She gazed lovingly in Soleâs direction, as they patiently waited for her to turn her attention to the man across the counter.
âRight! Hi, yes, yeah. Iâm their wife. Nice to meet you.â She grinned at the man as a look of good-humored exasperation passed over his features. At his responseâs lack of enthusiasm, Piper leaned forward, nearly separating her arm from Soleâs, and brought her free hand to the side of her mouth, whispering to him nearly loud enough for the entire room to hear.
âWe just got married.â
âI couldnât have guessed.â He said, deadpan, with the slightest indication of a grin crinkling his eyes.Â
âHereâs your key, you two. Enjoy.âÂ
Sole thanked the man as Piper enthusiastically hauled them towards the stairs up to their rented room. They followed along behind the giggling reporter, their grin rivaling her own as the pair stumbled up the wooden steps excitedly. With Piper, it certainly was bound to be an eventful honeymoon. But Sole already knew that when they married her, and who were they kidding? They wouldn't have it any other way.
Preston:
Preston just cannot quit staring. He hardly even hears what the other minutemen are saying to him and his new spouse, still their General and Lieutenant. It was rather uncharacteristic of him to be paying so little attention, but how can he help it? It was their wedding day, and Sole looked more incredible than heâd ever seen them, which was saying a whole hell of a lot for his near-perfect partner; not to mention the way theyâd practically ordered him to refrain from thinking of work for the whole day.Â
Heâd thought it would be harder to do so, his overzealous work ethic being the brunt of many a joke amongst the other minutemen and Soleâs many friends, and yet⊠Today, Preston finds it much easier than ever before to focus on nothing but them.Â
Sole. In all their perfect glory, standing by his side, fingers locked between his, a persistent and glorious grin spread across their lips as they greeted the many guests that attended the ceremony.Â
As an unfamiliar couple approached the pair, Preston still remained utterly entranced by his love, their polite voice, the way the soft glow of the slowly setting sun highlighted every perfect feature, the feel of their hand in his, their shoulder pressing comfortingly against his own.Â
When their introduction leaves Sole's lips, heâs pulled back to reality.Â
âMy husband,â theyâd said. Thatâs⊠Thatâs me.Â
Preston blinked as his cheeks swelled from the pressure of his humongous grin.Â
I will never get tired of that. He decided in less than an instant. In fact, as the night goes on, into the next few weeks of their early marriage, and all the years after, he tries to refer to them by their own spously title as often as is appropriate, and glows with pride and appreciation each time they do the same.
X6-88:
It wasn't proper, but for once in the courser's life, he couldn't be bothered to care.
Sole was his Director, and if anyone in the Institute took issue with their word, with their choices when it came to their own personal life, they could bring it up to him. He'd love to see how that plays out.
For now though, X6 allowed himself the unusual pleasure of being unbothered by it. Dr. Ayo could look as appalled as he wanted, Dr. Volkert could keep blushing with barely-checked rage up to his ear tips, and the rest of X6âs fellow coursers could continue with their stony glares.
Though he wouldn't admit it, X6 actually withheld a crooked grin at the way some of the synths looked at him with such awe. He felt their glares, heard their whispers, saw the ways their fists clenched, but it was peripheral at best. Sole took center stage of his attentions on this day, and the intensity of a courser's attention was unmatched.
He felt their hand brushing his arm, his shoulder, his waist, he heard their voice say his name, introduce him with that hefty title he never once would've considered for himself if not for them, and he saw their face, their infectious grin. If they were aware of the animosity in the air surrounding them, Sole gave no indication.
And nor should they.
They had nothing to be ashamed of. One day, in the not-too-distant past, he might not have held that same opinion. Today though, he couldn't fathom 'shame,' and 'Sole' existing on the same plane. He was lucky to have them. Being with them was a greater honor and opportunity than the synth could have previously imagined possible for himself. He only hoped, in such an earnest, sentimental way that it felt as though he'd left his own body, that they felt similar sentiments at being with him.
If their expression, their words, their sincere vows were anything to go off of though, X6 would say that his hope was well-founded.
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From a Previous Life
Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x Fem!Reader
Summary: Bound and fearful, you seek answers from a mysterious stranger about the fate of those you love.
Warnings: Emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of death, pregnancy, non-detailed talk about experimentations, angst, grief, swearing, judgement, flirting (if you squint)
Word Count: 2.9K
A/N: My first Cooper fic! I've had this idea going around my head for a hot while and I really could go on, and on with more (yearning, smut, etc) but I just wanted to get out an initial one-shot that could potentially turn into more if any one likes it (or I end up adding to it anyway!) I'd love to hear your thoughts đ
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Silently, you moved through the desolate wastelands, each step stirring clouds of dust and veiling the once lively towns now reduced to rubble. Somewhere in California, though the exact whereabouts blurred, you were leagues away from the sanctuary you once called home, apparently almost two centuries ago. Time, to you, was an elusive concept, for the stiffness in your joints and the lingering ache betrayed the recent thaw from cryo-sleep. Your mind remained ensnared by fog, a residue of the drugs coursing through your veins during preservation.
Yet, your senses, dulled by centuries of slumber, detected his presence long before he materialized. Heavy footfalls pierced the barren silence, prompting a cautious glance over your shoulder. There he stood, solitary amidst the wasteland, a gun slung lazily across his back and a weathered ten-gallon hat shadowing his features. Perhaps he had spotted you, perhaps not; regardless, neither of you quickened your pace, silently agreeing to maintain a wary distance.
Ever cautious, you abruptly veered into the next structurally sound building, bracing for a potential standoff. Praying it wouldn't come to that, for the meagre supply of bullets salvaged from a fallen vault security guard, coupled with his erratic pistol, offered scant reassurance. The art of marksmanship was foreign to you, a skill unbefitting a woman of virtue in the world before its descent into chaos. Your pride lay in nurturing the home, not in extinguishing life.
"What would your husband make of this sight?" you thought. Clad in the worn remnants of the blue and yellow jumpsuit issued upon vault entry, now stained with blood and grime from your desperate flight. Would he mock your dishevelled appearance, your unadorned face and frayed nerves? Would he marvel at the pistol clenched tightly in your grasp, its weight unfamiliar and your trembling fingers poised on the trigger? Could he shoulder this burden, like you wish he was here to do so? Such musings left you unsettled, your husband's whereabouts a lingering question mark, conspicuously absent from your side.
Peering cautiously from beneath the window sill, your gaze swept the scorched landscape beyond. The lone figure should have drawn near by now, should have approached the building where you lay in wait, yet his silhouette remained absent from the horizon. Instead, the frigid touch of a gun barrel against the back of your skull sent a shiver down your spine, your body tensing instinctively under the ominous threat. You suppressed the cry that clawed at your parched throat, swallowing hard as you slowly lowered your pistol to the ground beside you.
"That's it, nice and slow," he instructed, his voice gruff with a hint of amusement. "You might be my easiest catch yet."
Realization dawned upon youâhe had been tracking you. You inwardly chided yourself for your naivety before complying, raising your arms slowly with palms outstretched. Encountering no one in these barren lands, you were uncertain of the customs among people so removed from your time. You were one of them now, but survival demanded adaptation.
"Please, I don't have any money," you offered, hearing his scoff. "I mean it. Take my gun, you can have it."
His movement rustled the air, his presence brushing against you as he leaned to retrieve your pistol. A low hum of amusement escaped him, and you felt the cold barrel of his gun pressing against your skull before it vanished altogether.
"I don't want your hunk of junk, sweetheart," he drawled, tossing it back to the ground beside you. "Doubt it can punch through a tin can. No, what I seek is your cooperation."
"O-okay, yes," you agreed, the words tumbling from your lips almost too hastily, embarrassment flushing your cheeks.
A nudge at the side of your heel prompted you to turn and face him. You complied, shifting on your knees, arms growing weary as they remained raised above your head while you awkwardly pivoted to meet his gaze.
The scream tore from your throat as you beheld him, sending shivers down your spine. He loomed above you, his visage warped by decomposing, discoloured flesh that swathes his form. Cracked lips parted to reveal yellowed teeth in a perpetual grimace, his once vibrant eyes now a haunting shade of blue-green, still clinging to a trace of humanity amidst the decay. You recoiled at the absence of his nose, now a dark cavity amidst cartilage and bone.
"That's not polite," he admonished, his narrowed eyes betraying annoyance. Trembling under his scrutinizing gaze, you stammered out an apology, extending a trembling hand to ward him off as he took a step forward.
"Please, leave me alone. I-I don't have anything," you pleaded, but he showed no sign of relenting. Your fingers curled around the pistol on the ground, raising it shakily in his direction.
"Well now, what are you going to do with that?" His smirk deepened as you aimed the weapon at him.
His amusement infuriated and terrified you in equal measure. You were aware of your body shaking, aware that he saw it too. You hadn't formulated a plan, hadn't considered the consequences. But you'd never faced a situation like this, especially not with someone so grotesque yet strangely human. He spoke like a man but resembled a monster, reminiscent of the creatures from the old sci-fi holo tapes your husband used to rent on Friday nights, leaving you cowering behind embroidered cushions until the credits rolled. You weren't built for this, but just like only hours before, you must fight.
With a tight grip and clenched eyes, you pulled the trigger. The recoil sent you crashing against the wall, the impact jarring your head as the bullet ricocheted through the room, narrowly missing the man and striking a nearby doorway with a sharp ping.
"Well, that was disappointing," he remarked, his head cocked and lips drawn into a condescending smirk. "You finished, sweetheart?"
With a mixture of annoyance at your failure and frustration at his dismissive demeanour, you tossed the pistol at his feet. Your head throbbed, and as you tentatively touched the back of your skull with trembling fingers, you were unsurprised to find them stained with blood.
"Are you going to kill me?" you panted, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.
He shook his head, kicking at the dirt with his pointed boot before crouching in front of you. "Not much use to me dead, not much use to me at all if you don't cooperate," he emphasized, his tone dripping with implication.
"Fine," you huffed. "What do you want?"
A triumphant hum escaped him as he straightened up, retrieving a long rope from his hip and tossing it into your lap. "Tie your hands together," he commanded.
You hesitated, eyeing the rope and then him with uncertainty. His tone shifted, imbued with a hint of authority as he spoke again. "The rope goes around your wrists or around your neck. Either way, you don't want me to be the one to do it."
With deft fingers, you hastily wound the rope around your wrists, striving to fashion a knot that would hold without chafing your skin too severely. He bent down, giving the tether a firm tug to test its security before nodding in approval. Seizing the other end lying in the dirt, he yanked it harshly, nearly causing you to stumble forward onto the unforgiving ground.
"Get up," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.
You complied, awkwardly pushing yourself to your feet without the use of your bound hands. There was a pregnant pause as you gazed at him expectantly, awaiting further instruction. However, he simply tugged on the rope, turning to lead you out of the dilapidated building and back into the sprawling wasteland.
You followed him into the desert expanse, both of you shrouded in silence save for your intermittent attempts to coax answers from him. Questions about where he was taking you, what he planned to do with you, hung in the air, but he offered no response. Instead, he whistled a tune, leaving your inquiries to dissipate into the wind.
As frustration reached its boiling point, you dug your heels into the sand, exerting force against your restraints as the rope cut into your skin. A hidden thrill coursed through you as you witnessed his hulking frame falter against the resistance, a fleeting moment of satisfaction before he regained his footing. His narrowed gaze met yours from beneath the shadow of his hat.
"I'm cooperating," you asserted, your voice strained. "You canâshould at least tell me where we are going. Why you're doing this to me."
A heavy sigh escaped him, his shoulders slumping as he gazed skyward before meeting your eyes once more. "You're sure dumb for a pretty thing," he muttered, retrieving a flask from the recesses of his torn duster and taking a long swig. "I guess that's how they like to keep you down there."
As he turned to face you fully, his eyes rolled at your bewilderment before he elaborated. "Not much up here untouched nowadays, so when you see a little rabbit wandering the lands fresh from her cage, a smart man doesn't think twice before he acts."
Anger surged through you at his mocking words. Barely escaping your 'cage' with your life, barely comprehending the aftermath of the bombs, and now captive againâthis time by a man, no, a monster, likely more sinister than those who had ensnared you initially.
"You already said you're not going to kill me, so you're going to fuck me or sell me," you asserted, mustering more confidence than you truly felt, chin lifted defiantly as he scrutinized you, tucking his flask away.
"Now you're catching on," he replied cryptically, offering no further explanation as he tugged at the rope and resumed walking. Your mind whirled with apprehension at his ominous response. Which fate awaited you? Both? The thought churned your stomach, imagining the touch of his weathered, calloused hands, pondering the atrocities he may have committed before and the ones he might be willing to commit now. You resolved not to make it easy for him, determined to fight tooth and nail if necessary.
"I can hear you thinking from over here, vaultie," he called back. "I ain't gonna fuck you," he added with a smirk, glancing briefly over his shoulder at you before continuing. "Ain't my type."
You scoffed, your brows furrowed in disbelief at his audacity. Doubt crept in, questioning if someone like him truly had preferences, more inclined to prey on anything within reach rather than adhere to any type. He resembled a monster more than a man, and you suspected his instincts remained consistent regardless of his words. Out here, where the population had dwindled to ashen, skeletal remnants of unfortunate souls caught in the blast, it seemed unlikely anyone could afford to be picky.
"What happened to you?" you demanded, your voice tinged with genuine curiosity.
He visibly stiffened at your question, briefly halting his movements before resuming with a dismissive gesture. He heard you, yet chose not to respond.
"I said, what happened toâ"
"I heard you," he snapped, cutting you off. "Doesn't mean I owe you an answer."
You huffed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "I'm just trying to understand what's going on! Yesterday, I was in my kitchen baking a key lime pie and dancing to the radio, and thenâ"
"Miss your cage, vaultie?" he interjected, a cruel chuckle escaping his lips. "If you miss it so much, why are you out here?"
Straining against your restraints, you heard him sigh in annoyance as he came to a halt. Turning to face you, irritation etched on his ghoulish features, he regarded you with a jutted hip and clenched gloved fingers tightening around the rope. "I'm not talking about the vault," you said earnestly. "I was in my home yesterday, just a normal day. Then the sirens blared, so loud I couldn't think. My neighbour, she came to my door, told me we had to leave, find safety. I didn't want to go without Glenn, but everyone was running, scared. I was too."
"When we reached the vault, it was chaos," you continued, his attention now fully captured, eyes glazed. "So many people, struggling to get in. But we made it, and... my neighbour, Pattiâshe's my friend. She had just given birth to her first child, a beautiful baby boy." You swallowed hard, suppressing the bile that threatened to rise in your throat. "They were supposed to let us in, we were pre-selected. But when we arrived, they turned Patti away. Shot her husband when he fought back," you recounted, the horror of the memory still fresh. "Then chaos erupted. The first nuke fell, and I was pushed through to the vault door. I lost Patti."
He regarded you with a sombre understanding, silently urging you to continue.
"When I entered, it wasn't like the commercials," you spat bitterly, recalling the false promises of safety. He cleared his throat. "That actor, going on about how great the vaults wereâ'a vast and wonderful place,'" you mocked with disdain. "Mine wasn't like that. It was... They did unspeakable things to us, to unborn children, and there was no recourse. It wasn't right. I knew what they wanted, deep down, but my head told me not to be so naĂŻve. Vault-Tec was supposed to be saving us."
Tears welled in your eyes as the memories flooded back, as vivid as if they had happened yesterday, because to you they did. "They threw us into pods, froze us until they needed us. Took us out for testing and... I was the last one. Everyone else had... died, from the testing," you choked out, the pain of loss still raw. "I fought to survive, because I couldn't let what happened to those women and their babies happen to me or mine."
He listened intently, his eyes widening as he took in your story. His gaze flicked to the small swell of your stomach below your tied wrists, realization dawning.
"So I need to know," you implored, your voice trembling with fear. "Is what happened to you also what happened to Patti and her baby? Will it happen to mine?"
He studied you, and you felt yourself shrink under his penetrating gaze. You hadn't intended to divulge so much, to reveal your condition that you had desperately tried to conceal until it could no longer be hidden, to relive the trauma that still haunted you, though in reality centuries had passed since its occurrence. Yet, you needed answers. You needed to know what lay ahead in this desolate wasteland, and if you possessed the strength to face it.
"Yes," he answered quietly, his voice laden with a heavy solemnity. "It will, in time."
Fresh tears traced their path down your cheeks, and you nodded in understanding, raising your bound hands to wipe at your wet nose. "Okay," you whispered, then smiled sadly in resignation as you rubbed your wrists gently over your stomach. "At least up here, we had a little freedom for a time."
You felt the rope that he had been keeping such a tight hold on slacken before being dropped to the ground. Stepping towards you, he gingerly took your wrists and began working on the knot, untying it with ease before meeting your gaze from beneath his lashes. "You just gained a little more."
"You're letting me go?" you asked, doubtful.
"I'm letting you choose," he corrected, his voice carrying a peculiar weight as he rubbed the tender, burned skin of your wrist where the rope had left its mark. His thick thumb felt rough against your flesh as it traced over you in a gentle, swiping motion. "There are things worse than me out here, sweetheart. Are you going to take your chances?"
His words hung heavy in the air, and you met his gaze defiantly. "I don't need your pity."
"Good, because I ain't giving you none," he replied, his tone firm.
You held his gaze, neither of you willing to be the first to look away. Moments ago, he had been intent on taking you to an undisclosed location to sell you for whatever passed as currency in this wasteland, but now he presented you with a choiceâa grim ultimatum. Stay with him or fend for yourself in the harsh wastelands. Neither option was ideal, but you hadn't lasted a single day on your own before being apprehended by him. Perhaps it was better to stick with the devil you knew, especially if there truly were worse threats out there as he claimed.
"I'm going to get bigger, you know. I'll slow you down," you warned him. "And I can't fight."
He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he gathered the discarded rope and secured it at his hip. "I've seen you shoot, but I've yet to see you fight. I think a few vault security guards could probably vouch for you, though," he teased, a hint of admiration in his voice. "You can't stay with me forever, nor would you want to. I'll take you to a safe haven for women in your condition. It's a few months' journey north from here. Until then, try to keep up."
You pondered his words, feeling a sense of relief at the prospect of a safe haven and the promise of being escorted there, despite the long journey. "Why the change of heart? What's in this for you?" you asked, curious about his sudden shift in demeanour.
His expression tightened, his gaze drifting to the small swell of your stomach that you now cradled protectively. "Righting some wrongs from a previous life," he answered solemnly, not waiting for your response before turning and beginning to walk away. He paused momentarily, waiting for you to follow.
"I don't know your name. What do I call you?" you called out after him.
He pondered for a moment, gazing out into the vast desert before turning back to you, tipping his hat in acknowledgment.
"Ghoul, for now."
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pairing: the ghoul x fem!reader word count: 4k summary: after two weeks of traversing the wasteland with cooper on the search for a common enemy, you found yourself needing some⊠relief. it just so happened that you werenât alone in the sentiment. warnings: mdni! smut, choking, praising, cooper likes complimenting you while he fucks you. đ€ notes: continuation of this post!
travelling with cooper started as a forced necessity, one that you hadnât been able to make an executive decision on, but the feeling of that rope around your neck had been long forgotten as you both careened through the wasteland together. cooper had proved his loyalty to you, a surprising feat that you had never imagined being possible. if there was even an ounce of kindness or empathy within that man, it was invisible to the naked eye. he did a damn good job at hiding any and all outward emotion, reeking of wit, sarcasm and cockiness.
yet, you had been gifted with seeing another side of the ghoul, a side which made you wonder what sort of feelings he harbored for you. it was a tricky thought and easy to get lost in it, especially as you wandered behind him and were given ample time to just⊠stare.
each night you were greeted with his hands in your hair, gloveless fingers pulling through the strands and sometimes tickling against your cheek until you fell asleep. his lap had become your pillow, and his jacket was your bed and blanket.
neither of you spoke about it, most mornings waking up as though your nightly intimacy had never happened. you were thankful for it because you had no idea how to even comprehend how you felt for cooper.
love was too soon. infatuation was too strong.
you respected him. you cared for him. you appreciated the way he protected you.
you yearned for his touch.
each day as the hot sun burned your skin, you watched him from behind and imagined things about him. it started off as daydreaming about his fingers in your hair, rubbing along your scalp and how you couldnât wait for night to come. soon, though, these thoughts drifted when you were greeted with a deep, familiar coiling in your stomach that came when you had spent enough time away from self pleasure.
guilt gnawed away when you found yourself dreaming about him in ways that made you squeeze your thighs. what would his lips feel like against yours? what sounds would come from his lips as he fucked you senselessly?
you rarely got far with your thoughts before you had to ask for a sip of water and a short rest, avoiding his groans of disapproval for slowing you both down.
cooper felt the same way, but the guilt riddled him far more than you could ever imagine. he had lived far longer in this world than you, he became a changed manâwas once a loving father and husband who was betrayed and transformed into nothing but a merciless, murderous bounty hunter.
he knew better than to think of you in any way other than just a partnered traveler of the wasteland. war may have changed him, but there were morals that belonged to the old cooper howard that would remain forever.
you were so much younger than he was, an innocent little thing that had come to the surface after spending your whole life in a vault, all because you were so intent on saving a life and finding the truth. you had so much kindness and curiosity in your heart, once comparable to him when he was nothing more than a star for the masses. nothing good would come from him taking that innocence away from you, especially after what youâd experienced only a week prior at the hands of the man who wanted you in exchange for caps.
at night, his mind was pure filth when he thought about you as his fingers ran along your scalp, eyes watching the way your chest moved up and down. how your lips parted when gentle snores would escape.
you woke up alone most times, unaware that the reasoning was because cooper had to excuse himself in the early morning hoursâa bit of relief.
you werenât so lucky because he never left you alone.
âcooper,â you whined, smacking your lips audibly so he heard you from a few paces behind, âcan we rest? i need water, and maybe something to eat.â
boots stopped in the sand as you two ventured closer to the mojave, foliage becoming distant as the hot sun and dry air took over. after some investigating, the ghoul had found some intel on the whereabouts of another peculiar vault dweller, presumably your father, who had made way for new vegas. the travels had become difficult now as civilization was few and far between, and you still hadnât been given any alone time that you desperately needed.
cooper glanced over his shoulder at you, quirking a hairless brow curiously, âand how do you think weâre going make it through the desert if weâre stoppinâ every mile, sweetheart?â the nickname rolled off his tongue easily, but he hadnât meant it so sweetly.
âi like you better at night,â you huffed at him as you trudged forward, walking past him and taking the lead, âyouâre much nicer then.â
you could hear the sigh as heavy steps came up behind you, leather rustling as cooper fell in stride beside you so casually, âseems we see eye to eye on that matter,â he drawled, âyou demand less when the moon is high, vaultie. the sound of you snorinâ means i can stop listeninâ to your yappinâ,â he clicked his tongue, solidifying his point.
âyouâre the worst,â you seethed quietly between your teeth, keeping your eyes ahead and doing your best to ignore the way his voice warmed your cheeks and butterflies swirled in your stomach.
nightfall came fast, thankfully, and the two of you had just managed to stumble upon a rickety old home nestled in a hilly area of the desert. it was full of enough sand and dust to know that no one had set foot in it for a long timeâsafe enough for you to settle down for a rest. cooper allowed you to indulge in your stores of water and jerky, only enough to keep your stomach from eating itself alive.
however, water and food wouldnât sate your libido. as a small fire warmed you as the harsh cold of the desert chilled you to the bone, you tucked your knees to your chest and closed your eyes to focus on your breathing. you had never felt more like an animal in your life, when you were in the vault you may not have had tens of suitors at your disposal, but you had plenty of alone time and two very usable hands. you were used to indulging when arousal struck.
you felt awful. your mind shouldâve been fixated on your fatherâs whereabouts, yet you rested your chin on your knees and squeezed your eyes shut as you tried not to think about cooper fucking you. he was sitting right next to you, for crying out loud.
as if he knew you were thinking about him, the cowboy ghoul looked over at you with a quiet sigh escaping him as he shrugged off his long, leather coat, âhere. youâre gonnaâ freeze to death before morninâ,â he spoke lowly, shifting so he could drape it over your shoulders until it covered much of your body, âdesert nights arenât for amateur adventurers.â
a shaky breath quivered from your lips as warmth enveloped you, and you couldnât help but lean your body against his side to chase more. in response, you felt cooperâs body tense for a brief moment before his arm slowly wrapped over your shoulders and hugged you tight against his side.
silence surrounded you, much like cooper, and you found yourself quickly drifting into a much-needed sleep. unfortunately for you, you were afflicted with the curse of sleep-talking, especially when you were particularly stressed.
cooperâs eyes were fixated on the fire, red and orange embers burning on the old wood as the smoke bellowed out the open windows. heâd been lost deep in his thoughts, wondering how he was letting himself get so soft for someone he hardly knewâthen you started mumbling in your sleep. words mostly unintelligible.
âmmh,â you grunted, your eyes squeezing tight as you tilted your face toward cooper, nose brushing against the tight, weathered skin on his neck. it made his breath catch in his throat, âcooper.â
his eyes flickered down to you, tilting his chin just enough so he could see the way your eyes were moving behind their lids, dreaming vividly. he knew that he should wake you up, or at least give you a slight nudge so you would turn away or move down to rest over his lap, but curiosity won. he licked at his lips as you furrowed your brows, your breath hitching in your throat as you choked on what he could only imagine was a moan.
âplease,â you slurred quietly, âcooper, donât⊠stop.â
âvaulïżœïżœâ cooperâs nickname for you was cut short when your hand had slithered past the confines of the coat and right over the bulge that tented in his pants, gentle fingers rubbing, âshit.â he hissed, fighting back a low grumble as he watched with half-lidded eyes.
there was no turning back now, not when he flickered his gaze to look over your face, only to be met with your own tired eyes, just barely open. shit.
âi really need this,â you murmured, inhibitions long gone as the night sank in, âplease.â
âyou need to think long and hard about this, darlinâ,â cooper managed to keep his voice level as his gloved hand reached for yours and pushed it until it rested on his thigh.
âiâve thought about it for a whole week,â you pleaded, fingernails scratching at the fabric of his pants.
there was the smirk you were hoping to see, cracking his lips apart as a laugh whistled out of him, âwell, now, a whole week is quite some time to be keeping these feelings at bay without actinâ on âem. maybe youâve got more willpower than i thought.â
you swallowed thickly, pulling away from him just enough so you could sit straighter, âdonât tease me,â you spoke, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout that made heat pool in the pit of his stomach, âi can very much tell you need this as much as i do.â
when his lips twitched you knew you had him right where you wanted him, there was no sense in him denying it. not when you could take one quick glance down to see the trouble youâve caused for him.
âyou think you know what i need?â cooperâs voice, as thick as molasses, made a shiver run down your spine. he lifted a hand after snagging the glove off, caressing your jaw as his calloused thumb brushed over your bottom lip. long gone were the thoughts that worried about morals, you had each other pinned and the outcome was inevitable.
âi do,â you said as you shifted in your spot, âyou can touch me. iâm not going to break.â
that roused a laugh deep from cooperâs chest, a smile breaking across his lips, âoh, trust me, if you were gonnaâ break you wouldâve shattered when i first lassoed that rope around your precious neck,â he grinned, âyou are somethinâ elseâa real force to be reckoned with.â
you parted your lips to speak, but your breath was quickly taken when cooperâs pressed against yours and within seconds your entire body was on fire. arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck, the leather jacket falling off of your body as you moved to your knees for better support. you fought for air as you kissed him with desperation, hands clinging tight to his collar as you slipped so easily onto his lap with your knees on either side of his hips.
his hands slid up the side of your body, caressing your curves as your tongues pressed together and moans muffled in each otherâs mouths. with ease, one hand moved to your front so he could tug down at the zipper on your vault outfit, just like the one heâd worn many moons before.
you broke the kiss so you could lean back and take a breath, your chest heaving with each inhale as you helped him remove the jumpsuit until it slid off your shoulders and left you in the white tank top that hugged tight against your breasts. not once did you feel judged under his gaze, in fact, his appreciation for your boldness was palpable, especially as he wore that shit-eating smirk while his fingers slipped under the hem of your top. his skin was rough against yours that had been mostly untouched from the harsh sun rays, it made you tilt your head back and let out a soft sound.
âi wannaâ hear more of those delicious sounds,â cooperâs voice was heavy in your ear as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against your jaw, hands grabbing tight at your bare hips and fingers digging into the skin.
he wasnât afraid to handle you rough, squeezing a whimper out between your plump lips as he forced your hips to roll against his. both of you relished in the friction, you could feel his hardened cock buried underneath his clothing as it pressed against your aching cunt. it clenched around nothing pathetically as you rubbed yourself against him with need.
âfuck,â you breathed out shakily as you kept your hips grinding forward in a steady motion, feeling like you could cum like thisâbut cooper wasnât going to have any of that.
âlanguage, darlinââ he teased, his teeth dragging across your skin as his lips kissed down your neck, nipping at your skin so he could hear your soft mewls of pleasure as your fingers began hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt, rather poorly.
once rid of the fabric, your hands explored over his body, the skin thick and rough like leather, far different than anything youâve experienced or known to be true. as your eyes fixated on his body in the firelight and your fingernails scratched at the surface of his chest, you shuddered when he slipped your shirt off and revealed your tits for him to ravage at his leisure.
you had felt selfish for so long, telling yourself that being on the surface meant giving up parts of your old life. pleasure wouldnât be easy to come by, if at all. there were important things to focus on, lives to save.
yet, here you wereâlaying on your back over cooperâs leather jack as his hands tugged off the remainder of your vault suit and tossed it behind him. he was settled on his knees before you, so close to you that you were forced to spread your legs on either side of him.
long fingers pressed against your panties, the fabric between your legs soaking wet as he teased you. you could hardly meet his eyes, keeping your own closed as you felt him tug the fabric aside so he could press a digit to your swollen clit. his thumb circled it slowly and you squirmed underneath him, but his other hand pressed against your stomach to keep you flat against the floor.
âkeep still, my girl,â he murmured as he pushed a finger into your pussy, happy to find that a second slid in just as easily, ânow look at you takinâ my fingers so well, you mustâve been needinâ this for a real long time. i suppose i can reward that patience of yours,â he praised you through tender movements, each thrust of his two fingers causing moans to spill from your lips as you squeezed your cunt around them, âgood girl.â
being praised by cooper was a delightful surprise, warmth hitting your cheeks when you opened your eyes and saw him staring down at his fingers while he fucked you with them.
âoh, fuckââ your breath caught in your throat when he curled his fingers, rubbing against the spot that always made you cum. you pulled your knees back so you could press your thighs together around his hand, growing overstimulated. that barely lasted for a second before cooper forced them back apart, the speed of his fingers picking up until he was fucking you relentlessly, your pussy dripping wet and coating his fingers. you hadnât even taken his cock yet and your mouth was wide open and eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as pleasure coursed through your body.
you moaned out his name loudly, your throat growing hoarse as the knot in your stomach wound tight.
cooper let out a heavy sigh, his hand pressing over your lower stomach and his thumb flicking over your clit, âi need you to cum, darlinâ.â
thatâs all the encouragement you needed to hear before you came on his fingers, squirming and touching as his fingers fucked you through the orgasmâhis other hand tugging at his belt buckle.
âoh, goodness,â you breathed, your eyes fluttering as your senses slowly returned to you and you could finally get in a deep breathâbut that hadnât lasted very long, âah, fuck!â
you tilted your chin down and hadnât even noticed that cooper had unbuttoned his pants just enough to let his cock spring out. you werenât given a chance to see how big he was before he was pushing it inside of you. you could already tell he was bigger than anything youâve taken before as it stretched out your pussy, pain shooting through you as you whimpered loudly.
âshh,â cooper pressed a finger to your lips, trying to quiet you down as he pushed his hips forward until his cock was deep inside. you wouldnât stop with the mixture of moans and pained whimpers, so cooper shoved two fingers into your mouth and you sucked on them like a bitch in heat, âfuck.â
both of you needed time to adjust, you could see cooperâs chest moving as he breathed heavily and you could feel his cock twitching. his free hand settled on your hip as he leaned back on his heels, the fingers in your mouth retreating to instead fondle your perfect tits. he was positioned nicely, able to indulge in the sight as his cock slowly pulled out of your swollen cunt, large hand now pressed against your lower stomach to keep you still as he rocked his hips in a slow, steady rhythm.
the ghoulâs mind was far from what was right and wrong. he was hyper focused on how you looked in this moment, your pretty face completely fucked out and full of euphoria. your chin wet from his fingers and your thighs squeezing against his hips to ground yourself from the size of his cock as it filled you completely with each roll of his hips.
slow didnât last longâcooper didnât have the patience, nor the need to go slow. he knew you were a capable young thing, able to take his cock easily as he leaned forward enough so his hand could instead wrap around your throat. his hips snapped against yours mercilessly in one quick thrust, a violent rhythm following after that made you want to scream at the pleasure that made your entire body shake. you swore youâd never felt someone fuck you so deeply, a gurgled moan choked in your throat as he forcefully kept you quiet, pressing on your windpipe.
âkeep takinâ it,â cooper groaned, sweating beading on his forehead as his cock slammed so deep inside you that tears welled up in your eyes from the ache, âyouâre good at taking a cock, vaultie, i shouldâve fucked you senseless sooner.â
you were unable to answer his vulgar words with your jaw slack.
he fucked you like this for a good while, your hands lifting up to press flat against his chest and stomach. he continued to litter you with praises and compliments, words you were certain youâd only hear under this circumstanceâyou hoped this wasnât the only time youâd be fucked by him.
your body was growing weak with each passing second, but you were able to offer enough energy to sit up as cooper pulled you along with him as he sat and leaned back against the wall. you were straddling him once again, your knees raw against the sandy floorboards as his hands guided you to slowly bounce up and down.
your hands rested over his shoulders for support and soon you had enough strength to fuck yourself on his cock just like he wanted, giving him the opportunity to sit back and watch your show.
you were desirable in his eyes, your cheeks red as you squeezed at his shoulders tight, long lashes fluttering as moans fell past your lips that he kissed so much they were plump and swollen. you were surprised that you were able to keep up a good rhythm, feeling him stretch you out each time you pressed your hips down on his. you wanted to talk to him, to tell him how good he felt or how you wanted him to toss you on your hands and knees and fuck you without holding back, but all you could do was moan his name as your head hung back and eyes fixated on the dim ceiling.
âfuck,â he hissed, leaning forward and pressing his lips against your ear as his thumb circled your clit, âi need you to cum on my cock now, darlinâ,â he pleaded, breath hot and sending a shiver down your spine as you had slowly started to lose your strength, âbe a good girl for me,â he cooed, and you were obedient.
much like when you exercised in the vault, you dug deep inside and gathered all your remaining strength, this time for the sake of pleasing yourself and the ghoul who had thrown his morals out the window for the sake of pleasure. cooperâs hand lifted so he could tilt your chin down, forcing your eyes to meet his as you bounced yourself steadily, âcooper,â you whined, âyou⊠ahâfuck. donât stop. please, please, please.â
your begging worked wonders. cooperâs thumb rubbed hard against your clit as he did his best to snap his hips upward each time you slammed down on his cock, meeting you halfway. his groans of pleasure were loud as both of you balanced on the edge of release, seconds away from letting that heat in your stomachs explode.
of course, you were the first to cry out so loud that cooper had to shut you up with his lips.
you came hard, your hips shaking and thighs twitching as you moaned his name as his tongue assaulted yours. you wanted to push him away and fall back onto the floor, to writhe on the ground in pleasure as your body could have a chance to relaxâŠ
but cooper wasnât done yet. with both of his hands landing on your hips, he kept your sensitive cunt fucking his cock like you were just some toy. you were sensitive everywhere, your body hot to the touch and cunt abused by his cock, using a hand to cover your mouth as tears spilled down your cheeks each time he brushed against your cervix.
âshit,â he breathed, âyou little killer.â
with a final, deep thrust of his hips, cooper came inside you with your name strangled in his throat. you could feel the bruising on your skin from his tight hands as you collapsed forward and buried your face into the crook of his neck.
your heavy breaths were the only sounds, aside from the crackling of the dying fire. both of your bodies were damp and sticky from sweat and cumâcold from the wind that blew through the open windows, so you curled up against his chest as his cock softened inside you. neither of you made a move, instead cooper reached for the leather jacket that had been under your body, putting it around your shoulders once more so the cool air was blocked for you both.
âwe should⊠do that again.â you breathed on his skin, smiling when a weak laugh bubbled up from his throat, humoured by you.
finally, relief warmly greeted you both.
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The itch
An: so Iâve never written for TUA, I think, I havenât written anything in like a long time cause my brain is made of worms most days, but the new season and mostly five in his new attitude? Personality? His almost soft tired of it all way, gives me the feelings. As a 28 year old women itâs odd that a 68 year old trapped in a 18 year old body works for me like it does but hey, Iâve liked weirder (cough I was in the Hamilton fandom cough) so enjoy this sort of bonding with Lila over the new mundane life and the exhausting reality of having to live it, because I love Lila and hate what they did to her and fives characters with the whole 7 year time line romance. Like why make her a mum of 3 and married to Fives brother just to ruin it like that. But anyway enjoy this weird fic.
Readers power: molecular manipulation, think piper from charmed, overhaul from my hero, uhhh itâs hard to explain but basically it means you can make things explode, freeze people and things by fucking with the molecular structure of said thing.

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You wanted to scream, to smash things, to burn yours and fives apartment down, it had been six years of calm, six years of learning to enjoy ânormalâ. Six years of working at dead end jobs because you didnât pass the god damn psych evaluation for the CIA, somehow you are far more âunhingedâ than your husband.
You and five spent 30 years together, a decade in an apocalyptic wasteland when you ended up teleported there by mistake, and then 20 years at the commission becoming trained and ruthless assassins. Now, now Five worked doing CIA investigations and you got stuck working at a grocery store gas station. It was calm, it was normal, it was absolute hell on earth and made your skin itch.
So sitting in the parking lot of the play place for your nieces 6th birthday, you didnât know why you couldnât make yourself leave your car, five was already here, he had texted you as much, everyone else minus Viktor who was in Canada, and Allison who hasnât shown her face irl to any of her siblings in the 6 years, you just needed to get out of the car and walk in with the gift you signed from both you and five for Gracie. It was a set of toy weapons, knives like her dads old ones, and a few other random âplay pretendâ things.
Closing your eyes you leaned your head back against the head rest, taking a deep breath. Almost hitting the gas when the passenger side door opened and slammed closed. Turning eyes wide you saw Lila, the exhausted mothers face blank staring forward
âI just needed a minute, just neededâ you nodded
âTake all the minutes you need. I assume itâs like pulling teeth in there with Diego?â Lila nodded sighing loudly
âFives the same way, just on other stuff, like deciding if he wants to go out to dinner or stay in and order pizza, or if he needs new underwear because the ones he has have so many holes in surprised they still count as underwear, or just simple things like the dishes, like how hard is it to wash a cup, it shouldnât be as hard as it is, how hard is it to just tell me when you need a quiet night cause work was stressful, and you are exhausted from stupid people all day, i work retail, he acts like I donât understand being tired of idiotsâŠI justâŠâ you paused looking back out the windshield
âItâs like your skin is on fire and nothing stops the itch of being a once highly skilled assassin who could fuck with peoples molecules and freeze them in time or make them explode?â You nodded looking at her
âI find myself flicking my hands out and remembering I canât just blow up or freeze people anymore, itâs like an itch and anytime I explain it to five he justâŠâ
âDoesnât listen? Or doesnât understand that you are used to how your life was and now that itâs different, itâs not bad but itâs eye burning mundane clock ticking by slower then ever reality?â
Nodding you sighed
âDiego, he wants to listen, he just, from what five always told me he had a hard time understanding others because his brain is just, frazzled and he feels inadequate, how they grew up I guess shaped them in every timeline. Five is just used to being alone he was alone for 30 years before we met, then I popped up and itâs just. I donât think he gets that sometimes I just need him to..â
âLet you Help with the itchingâ
You nodded smiling at her
âHe just, itâs been a lot, and we havenât quite got the ânormal lifeâ down just yet.â Lila nodded
âItâs not easy in normal marriage land either, 3 kids and a chunky husband who, doesnât make it easier isâŠ.â
âNot helping the itching. Well how about me and you, when the itch gets too bad, we help each other? Maybe find a way to do something, go to a rage room? Do a fighting class something to feel theâŠ.rush? Of what we did before. Have Klaus or someone babysit the kids, be me and you and justâŠ.â
âFighting each other like the before days?â You laughed nodding
âYeahâŠI miss getting to kick your ass and having you kick mineâŠâ
Lila laughed looking around
âWe could start a fight club, you, me, Ben when he gets out of prison. JustâŠ.maybe weâll get used to normal eventuallyâŠ.â You frowned nodding
âYou know if you ever need anything, help with the kids, a friend to vent to when Diego is being DiegoâŠIâm not to far from your guys place. I can always swing by, let the munchkin tornados beat up on auntie Y/N.â You smiled at her for all the mess you and her had been in against each other, she had become one of your closest friends and family members through it all.
Soon enough you finally made your way into the building, the screams of children everywhere, the smell of sugar and something faintly child everywhere. You spotted five by the ball pit, speaking with Ben, walking over you hugged five from behind sighing as you rested your forehead against his back
âHello, love.â You squeezed him in response before looking up and over to Ben
âAhh Benjamin, free from jail, good to see you didnât die, love that you still look like you want to murder us allâ Ben didnât laugh, just glared at you before sighing
âNot in the snark mood got it.â You felt five squeeze your arm a bit pulling away from you, making you groan
Turning to fully look at you, he looked you over smiling softly
âHow was work?â You looked at him blinking slowly before sighing and planting your forehead on his chest, groaning
âAhh I seeâ his hand rubbed your back softly, his other lifting the beer to his lips.
âPeople are stupid. How hard is it to put a gas nozzle in a carâŠ.â
âApparently impossible if what you tell me says anythingâ you looked at him nodding before turning to look around
â10 bucks says Diego forgets to put up the piñata like Lila asked himâ five laughed slightly
âNah 20 says Lila has a mental breakdown before cake is servedâ you looked over to where Lila stood with Gracie helping the young girl fix her party hat,
âNah I think she has a breakdown after presents when she sees what we got Gracieâ five laughed looking down at you, brushing the stray hair from your face, smiling at him you sighed softly again,
it seemed even if you wanted to rip your hair out from the new ânormalâ reality you all had to live in, even if your skin itched from the need to return back to what life was before somehow, it was nice that you still had small moments, where normal wasnât so bad, normal birthday parties for your nieces and nephews, seemingly normal holidays, and normal, non murder happy work. As much as you loathed admitting it, sometimes it was nice. Like now, now was nice.
#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#five hargreaves x reader#five hargreaves x you#five hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves x you#lila pitts#lila hargreeves#lila x diego#ben hargreeves#sparrow ben#umbrella academy#tua s4#tua season 4#tua
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idk if you would write but i would love to see in ur style a tyrell!reader x robb. imagine being the winter rose? omg living the biggest dream by being a beauty of the seven realms, having tales of ur beauty passed on, and then being betrothed to robb as a mean of house tyrell to guarantee their safety, but still, theres no northern or southern who can resist the tyrell beauty and robb is one of them
nana.. this ask did things to me. i love this idea smsmsm & thank u for sending it in !!
tyrell beauty was never anything that could be denied â by friend or by foe.
you & your twin sister, margaery, were the greatest testimonies to that. while margaery was no doubt beautiful, tales of your beauty had spread throughout the seven kingdoms. singers, poets, servants & kings alike had all heard and contributed to the spread of the tale of the tyrell rose â not only beautiful in physical aspects, but a gorgeous personality to match.
you & margaerys older brother, loras, was also rumored for his looks. safe to say, you three were widely known.. the beauties of house tyrell.
even the north, cold and harsh as it was, was not exempt from hearing the tales of you & your siblings beauty. jokes and speculations had long passed around winterfell, only increasing tenfold when hearing about house tyrellâs rumored interest in forming an allegiance with the north. when bran, rickon, & arya stepped into the castle, covered in dirt & almost soaking wet from that days ministrations, jory only sighed seeing them, ushering them to baths with a mutter of-
âthe beauties of winterfellâŠâ
robb only laughed at the teases he heard about you & your siblings, but sometimes found his thoughts wandering to you. his mind often drifting to think about the tyrell rose, absurd childlike questions, that he shouldâve pushed away as quickly as they entered his mind. do the tales do your beauty justice? what are you like in person? are you warm? would you like him? what would you think of the north?
he focused on training, doing as he was told & preparing to become lord of winterfell one day, although he couldnât stop the fleeting thoughts about you that arose every once in a while. a childâs dream, he thought.
so you can imagine his surprise when his father & mother sat him down, telling him of the alliance house tyrell wanted to make with house stark..
through marriage.
robb felt like he was dreaming. the beauty of the seven kingdoms, betrothed to him? he could barely keep the smile off his face, wanting to not only improve stature to his house, but do his duty as a husband. excitement pooled in his gut, as theon clasped his hands on robbâs shoulders at dinner, congratulating him. theonâs hands waved in the air, saying something about-
âthe beauty and the beast..â
any other night he wouldâve gotten a shove to the ground, but robb only threw him a playful smile. even theonâs relentless teasing couldnât ruin this for him. if he was to be lord of winterfell one day, heâd need a strong woman by his side â he dreamed of a relationship like his mother and fathers, and he prayed in the godswood to the old gods that night, that they would guide your union as man and wife.
in the days leading up to your arrival at winterfell, countless preparations were made. the tyrell host was large, and all of the starks had done their parts to prepare to receive it. you were to stay in winterfell for a week before the wedding, and your family would leave shortly after. you had handmaidens and a few select soldiers to stay with you at winterfell, and you could visit high garden anytime you wanted in the near future. you asked your grandmother if she would visit you in winterfell again after the wedding, but she only put a hand over your own & said it would take the Father himself to drag her back to that âfrozen wastelandâ.
the day you arrive, robb thinks heâs might jump out of his skin, heâs so nervous. still, he puts on a brave face for his & his families sake, wanting to be everything you need and more.
you, margaery, and the queen of thornes are riding in the wheelhouse, while ser loras is in front of it, mounted on a white mare. his armor glints in the sunlight, doing wonders to illuminate his face. heâs handsome, robb can admit, and that only makes his curiosity increase about you & your sister. & once you both step out of the wheelhouse, robb feels his heart skip as many beats as it can without killing him.
a few of your cousins step out first, giggly as they curtsy to the starks and stand respectively to the side. margaery is next, gorgeous auburn hair & a button nose, a flattering dress with the tyrell colors proudly on display, and a sweet smile to accompany it all. she curtsyâs as well, standing more in front of the wheelhouse, as loras dismounts and moves to stand next to her.
when you step out of the wheelhouse, robbâs breath hitches. his body forgets every single instinct heâs ever had, & he has to remind himself to breathe, as to not kill himself. youâre beautiful. stunning. a sight for sore eyes. he doesnât think thereâs any word in the common tongue that can be used to describe your beauty without downplaying it. it seems like nobody can tear their eyes off of you, your aura doing wonders to brighten the damp atmosphere.
you curtsy to them all, along with a smile he wishes would never leave your face. robb canât tear his eyes from you, even when you move to offer your hand to the queen of thornes as she steps out. you meet robbâs gaze in the moment everyones attention is not on you. the corner of his mouth tilts up in a smirk as he winks at you. you only tilt your head, brows lightly furrowing as you smile at him. your gaze falls to the floor as blush rises to your cheeks, retracting your hand from your grandmothers and smoothing out your gown.
pleasantries are exchanged, you and robb stealing glances to each other every so often. lady olenna & a few of your cousins go with ned stark & lady catelyn, moving to discuss the wedding, among other things. you take robbâs arm as he escorts you, margaery, and loras to where youâll be staying at. robb drinks in every moment with you.
youâre gorgeous, soft, & warm. you have a kind heart, a love for the arts and children, and youâre very kind. your shy nature bubbles away as you grow more comfortable in each others presence.
that night, a great feast is held. everyone of the starklings is made to be in attendance, and robb prays that arya can keep her withering resolve just a little bit longer. youâre sat beside him, softly laughing at a remark ned had made. robbâs heart warms at the sight of you & his father getting along, but is quickly forgotten when he sees arya dash away & out of the hall. guards are sent after her, and robb bites back a smile at her daring antics.
heâs snapped out of his thoughts as your hand clasps his bicep, his head turns towards you as you lean into speak in his ear.
âforgive me, i must be excused. iâll return shortly.â you say, a reassuring smile making its way onto your face as you get up. robb only nods, sighing in an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves.
itâs a few minutes later when the queen of thornes sits next to him, striking up light conversation. judging his character, no doubt. at the end of it she nods her head in approval, asking him to please find her granddaughter â wherever sheâs run off to. robb stands up with an-
âof course, my lady.â
moving to follow the direction you went in. it takes him outside, and he looks around, before his gaze settles on you & a small form behind you, a guard approaching in front of you. robb was lucky to be in earshot of you.
âpardon, my lady, weâre looking for arya underfoot, ned starks daughter. âbout yay high, brown of hair. have you seen âer âround?â
you were stood beside a pillar, one arm behind your back as you discreetly pressed arya further behind you. one shift of your form & arya would be revealed, dragged back to the festivities she had just escaped from. robb watched you from afar, careful not to give away your position â but close enough to hear & see your response. curiosity spread through him as he and the guard both awaited your answer.
your brows furrowed in faux confusion, looking at the guard with a soft expression.
âi must confess, i havenât seen her. brown of hair, you said?â
the guard swallowed, nodding as he eyed you up & down. you smiled sweetly at him.
âi will be sure to keep an eye out, serâŠ?â
you slightly raised your brows, and the guard quickly gave you his name. you repeated it to him, and the guard nodded, smiling.
âwould you be so kind to escort me back to the festivities? a castle like this.. itâs so easy to get lost.â
the guard quickly agreed, not being able to resist you, & robb is enamored, having witnessed the tyrell charm firsthand. what happens next seals the deal for robb.
as you move to take the guards arm, you spot loras patrolling, his path sending him to pass on the other side of the pillar that youâre at. the eye contact between you both is minimal, and robb almost misses your eyes slightly widen & the small nod of his head. with one swift move, youâre grasping the guards bicep & using your other hand to gently push arya to your older brother, as he outstretches his hand just enough for arya to get the hint. as you walk off, loras has one hand on aryas shoulder, ushering her off with a wink â & robb watches the smile grow on aryas face as she slips away.
yeah, he thinks. youâre perfect.
his winter rose.
sorry if this was too long or not what you were envisioning, but i had sm fun writing this !! tyrell supremacy
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Trouble Like A Mugshot (1.5k)

Pairing: Lucy Maclean/Cooper Howard
Summary: After a long day of travelling the wastelands, Lucy is feeling horny and asks Cooper if he wants to have sex with her. A question which is much more complicated than she could have possibly known.
(A/N: I might turn this into a short series of moments showcasing the pairs developing relationship from this to hard nsfw if that's something folks would like to see.)
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Lucy Maclean was no stranger to the difficult to ignore feelings which were pressing at her body. Fingers slightly trembling, breath coming in shorter bursts than she would admit to, eyes unable to pull themselves fully away from the lounging ghoul who reclined in his nearby bunk with a relaxed stance; cowboy hat tipped across his face as he feigned sleep.
Lucy Maclean knew herself enough to understand that her restlessness wasn't the radition sickness which had recently started to touch at her peripherals again. Nor was it the fact that it had been weeks since she'd had any time to herself that wasn't shadowed by either her ghoulish companion or some other entity.
Lucy Maclean was horny and she was never one to deny herself a simple, sneaky little indulgence when the mood took her.
"Hey, Cooper." She called, fingers rolling across her bare forearms as she sat with her back to the wall, legs crossed in a neat pile. "You awake and listening to me?"
"Hard not to with those foghorn vocals." A grumpy response, muffled by the hat rang back at her. "What are you yapping your flap about?
"Do you want to have sex?"
In their time together, Lucy had never witnessed Cooper doing anything that her vault lessons had taught her were sexual acts. He didn't touch himself around her, didn't disappear for some self-relief as the boys did, didn't make any kind of pass at her like some of the others had done before her husband had been selected. As far as she knew, maybe the ghoul didn't even feel the same things she did, and that realisation made her roll back on her question almost as quickly as she had asked it.
"I mean, if you can have sex that is. I don't know if your," Lucy paused, unsure how to describe her partners physical state without causing offence, "condition, makes it possible. I don't even know if you have the right parts for it but there's other ways of experiencing pleasure. We could use our mou-"
Cutting herself off as her babbling reach a new octave, Lucy watched as Cooper's body - his frame stock still since she had asked her initial question - finally stirred into action. A reddened hand slowly rose from its position by his hip until it reached the cowboy hat, plucking the leather from his face as he turned to look at his bunkmate and travelling companion with an indescribable expression; various emotions fluttering through his typically stoic face.
"I know your experiences with ghouls are limited, princess." Cooper spoke patiently, voice low as he fired the hated nickname at her, her vocal dislike of the new monkier making it a very quick favourite of his. "But the whole package is still intact so let's get that established before you go telling people falsehoods about my good person."
"Okay. Noted." Lucy held her hands up apologetically and her knees touched as she lounged against the concrete wall which was supporting her. "But you didn't answer me. Do you want to? Have sex, I mean? Last time i did was with my assigned husband and it was good enough, great even, but then he tried to kill me and it was this whole thing."
Mentally filing that information away for future use and subtle further investigation, Cooper lay back fully against his own cot and tilted his head closer in her direction, thankful for the dimness of their shared room as it shielded most of his features.
"As much as I'd love to bury my bone in a new patch of land, I don't think that's necessarily the best choice in terms of this little partnership we've stitched together."
Indicating his sewn finger, he wagged it at her dismissively as a discomforting sensation flooded his stomach, mild arousal at the thought of some tail mixing with something dangerous that set his teeth on edge.
"Why not? It's only sex."
Suddenly feeling older than he had any right to, Cooper fell silent as he mused on her question for a moment.
Lucy Maclean.
Eyes as big as a doe, that girl was built soft but he was lucky enough to see people for what they truly were and the steel which lurked beneath the painful optimism and naivety that shone free of her would make her a dangerous player if she ever truly entered the game. He felt the burden of his own cruelty at times, cornering her into making decisions that would cause her little vaultie friends to vomit if they knew the violence she enacted, but with every difficult choice came a fresh coating to that steel which would see her survive and thrive in the wastelands.
It's only sex.
In his life, Cooper Howard had enjoyed less sexual partners than many would believe. A sticky fumbling in the upper level of an old barn had been his first, the other party a sweet girl from a nearby ranch who was two years older and knew what she wanted from him. Pretty soon after that came Barb and as soon as he laid eyes on her he never saw anything past her.
War was terrible for the other men and many lost themselves in drink and the women who haunted the barracks and backlines looking for poor souls to feed on. But not him. Never him.
Not when he had to come home to Barb.
Even when married and at the height of his fame, when aspiring young things would throw themselves at him, their perfumes overpowered by the stink of wine and cigarettes, he had rebuffed them politely. He was loyal and he enjoyed the fruits of that loyalty as he held his wife in his arms and basked in the sweet sounds that she would make as they fucked. Hell, she had even given him a daughter and he loved her every day for it.
War never changes.
But he did.
And fuck him if his new appearance and designation as a Ghoul didn't screw him out of any chance of some stress relief as he wandered the wastelands. Might as well have been a fucking leper for all the tail which was now afforded to him and his leathery visage.
Not for Lucy Maclean though.
She, it seemed, didn't care about any of that.
"Did I say something wrong? The leaders explained all acts of intercourse to us so I know what I'm doing and I consent fully."
Lucy's voice, heated with an almost defensive lilt, broke into his musings and Cooper blinked at her as the hole that made up his nose flared while he inhaled deeply.
"I don't doubt that, darling. I've seen how you handle a pistol." Reverting to his typical sarcasm as he looked, truly looked, at her, Cooper sighed at the earnestness which oozed from her features. "But I'm gonna have to decline. Politely."
"Is it because of me? Did i do somethig wrong? I mean, my husband didn't seem to mind but then he was planning on killing me anyway so y'know?" Making a wild gesture with her fingers as she spoke, the casualness of her speech wasn't enough to mask the genuine insecurity which threaded through the questions.
"You're fine. Attractive little thing, even. I think any man would jump at the chance to have you wrapped around them like an old holster."
He wasn't lying- and he wasn't blind. She was a good looking young woman, her innocence flickering like the dull embers of a welcoming fire in the darkness of the wastelands. She was enthusiastic, eager, and damn pretty with those big eyes and curved figure which hid beneath the bulky clothes which she used for protection. More than once he'd caught himself glancing at her as she bent to snatch up things from the floor and the few times he did allow himself to fall into something like sleep featured breathy moans and the feeling of long, brunette strands brushing through his ungloved hands. Mouthy too so he knew she would be a vocal one - probably yowling like a hellcat.
It would be so easy to have her.
A simple yes and she would no doubt leap into action, shedding those clothes as quickly as did her weapons when trying to find peaceful solutions to violent problems. He would treat her right, everh inch the gentleman cowboy and no doubt much better than that shady husband she'd unwittingly fucked. He'd show her things with his fingers and mouth that would have her screaming loud enough to wake up all the devils in hell. Against the cot, against the wall and against whatever furniture she wanted, he could show her how a real man treats a woman as they both burned off some stress.
Feeling a very definite stirring in his groin, Cooper was quick to banish the dangerous thoughts.
"But a bad man like me shouldn't be allowed near a pretty little thing yourself. You're ready for a lot, Lucy Maclean, but you ain't ready for that."
Something almost like understanding passed through her gaze and Lucy nodded, instead exhaling deeply as she tapped the back of her head against the wall behind her.
"In that case, would you mind leaving for an hour so that I can masturbate, please?"
Cursing himself for the little shred of morality which plucked at his heart and refused to allow him to ruin this unknowing tease of a woman, Cooper dutifully rose to his feet and marched to the nearby door.
"You get half an hour." He grunted, barely tilting his head towards her as he stormed out into the nighttime air - determined to get far enough away that there was no chance that he would hear her and break his determined stance.
Besides, he might not be fucking her but as his cock pressed against his slacks, he wasn't masochistic enough to deny himself a similar pleasure and the distance would also give him some much needed alone time.
Goddamn Lucy Maclean.
Links to rest of the series:
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
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Dragons Fight, Little Light (Prologue)
Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon OFC Synopsis: Two dragons of a different scale that were meant to loathe one another instead found the love and comfort they had always sought. Warnings: Enemies to Lovers, Violence, Targcest, Begins with HOTD S1, Not Proofread Word Count: 7,573
âHow long are we to stay?â Eraena asked, already displeased by what she had seen from a distance. She was still up in the heavens and the stench of the capitol already made her want to retch. âIt smells like shite,â She hears her father call from a distance, and she felt her lips twitch upwards in agreement. Eraena undid the ropes that secured her to her saddle and was assisted off her mount by her brother. âLooks like it, too,â Jacaerys snickered and grimaced at the view of the outside.Â
âLykiri, Alina, lykiri, my girl,â Eraena sighed as she stepped closer to her dragon, mumbling the words against her snout and pressing her lips against the scales of her beloved dragon. âBut seriously, how long are we to stay?â Eraena asked once more, and she heard her mother snort. âWeâve only just arrived, my sweet,â Rhaenyra said as she threaded towards the wheelhouse. âCome, your brothers are waiting,â She smiled and led out her hand for her daughter to take. Eraena turned to her. Her silver hair shone upon the capitol sun, her pale skin looking even paler against her black dress, her figure lithe, wide purple eyes crinkling as she smiled at her. Eraena could not help but compare herself to what her Mother looked like once more.Â
Where her Mother was light, she was dark; where she was true, Eraena was not. Where silver hair was supposed to grow, there were instead dark locks. Amethyst eyes that shone brightly turned to obsidian. The features of a doe had turned to look like those of its prey. Eraena scowled. Now, she was once again subjected to more talk as they returned to this wasteland.Â
âStop scowling,â Jacaerys said, and the girl rolled her eyes. âI will do as I please, brother; I do not stop you from expressing yourself. I say nothing when you pout, why must you stop me?â She questioned and placed a pillow upon her lap as she took her seat. The wheelhouse housed five of them: Rhaenyra and her husband, along with her three elder children. The three watched as the twins started to argue. A knowing smile came along the eldest Targaryen, but his wife sighed, growing tired of watching and hearing the two argue for the past six and ten years.Â
âBecause you look ghastly when you scowl, do you wish for them to see the once beautiful and renowned princess, the pearl of the realm, look like a witch ready to cast them with a spell?â Eraenaâs eyes widened upon her brotherâs words. She had no come back to defend herself, no insult to throw at her brother, so she pinched his arm in frustration. Jacaerys howled and glared at his sister, ready to retaliate with another insult. âYou two, enough roughhousing!â Their Mother chastised them before he could even open his mouth.Â
âJace called me a witch! I was only defending myself, Mother!â Eraena reasoned. âBe that as it may, a princess does not inflict harm to those who give her petty and untrue insults,â The girlâs shoulders deflated, and she could see from the side of her eye the smirk on her brotherâs lips. âYour mother is right; when an insult is levied at you, you must not resort to violence,â Eraena stared oddly at her Father, âYou resort to violence all the time!â She argued, and Rhaenyra turned to her husband with a small smile on her lips. âWell,â He said and thought for a moment. âBest armor up, Jacaerys, if you plan to throw more insults at your sister.â The younger prince rolled his copper eyes and turned to the slats of the wheelhouse that revealed the city.Â
When they arrived in the keep, only one thing was shared amongst the family. Disgust. It seemed that in the nine years, it was not only the children that had been subjected to change but also the keep. Eraena traced the stitching of her dress as she looked around the castle they once called home.Â
âItâs⊠clean,â she says, trying to find a positive. âDo not lie to yourself, daughter.â Her Father bit in ancient tongue, making her bite down on her cheeks. âHow could they let this happen?â Rhaenyra whispered, her eyes roaming around the hall. âWhy is there a seven-pointed star here? Have they turned the keep into a sept?â Jacaerys asked as he eyed the figure hanging above them. âI would say it is nice to be home, but I scarcely recognize it,â Their Mother said in disbelief, her hand resting on her swelling bump. âHm,â her husband hummed and stepped further into the keep; his Valyrian gaze filled with nothing but repulsion.Â
Erarna turned to Jacaerys, who was tugging their younger brother along. âWhere are you two going?â She questioned, âTiltyard, care to join, sister?â Eraena made a face of contempt, making Jace chuckle, and hurriedly pulled their younger brother away. âCome, let us visit your grandsire,â Rhaenyra called and led out her hand for her daughter to take. Eraena chewed on her lip as they passed hallway upon hallway. It was the same as she remembered, yet at the same time, it was not. How can something so familiar be so strange at the same time?Â
As they entered the room, Eraena was appalled at how they had left it unclean and how they had let it dust away. The figurines that her grandsire once cherished were now filled with cobwebs and held the remnants of neglected time. She turned to her Mother, the disgust on her face unfading. She was too preoccupied eyeing the figurines that Eraena had not noticed that her parents had disappeared to the other half of the kingâs chambers. The girl blew away the dust of the models, and her fingers itched to hold them once more. Her eyes closed in on a specific figure, and as she made her way to reach and inspect it closely, her name was called.Â
âEraena,â Her Father called and motioned his head for the girl to join them. She made quick steps to where they stood. Eraena caught a glimpse of her grandfather lying unmoving on the feathered bed, and she was certain that it was a corpse. The kingâs corpse that was left rotting and decaying. She took a sharp intake of breath as the kingâs hand twitched. âE⊠Eraena? Is that you? Oh, my sweet granddaughter.â She heard the frail voice, and she turned to her Mother and Rhaenyra only urged her daughter to step closer even though Eraenaâs face was filled with apprehension and perhaps even fear.
Eraena held back her look of shock at the state of the king. âIt is. Iâm here, grandfather,â she said and kneeled upon his bed. âOh⊠you look just like her,â Eraena could see a smile starting to form upon his grey, cracked lips. âH-her?â She asked and gave a quick look to her Mother. Who in their family could she possibly look like? It was notable that there were scarce things that she had inherited from her Mother. âAemma, my AemmaâŠâ Eraena could only sadly smile. Her grandsire was truly fading. âA beauty you three are,â The frail king coughed and pointed to his side, and Eraena turned to the table beside her and retrieved the cup placed on it. The king took big gulps as his granddaughter held the cup to his grey and cracked lips. Eraenaâs brows scrunched as the liquid emitted a certain odor.Â
She turned to her Father with a confused look on her face; Daemon only nodded. âThank you,â The king said, and Eraena placed down the cup. âYou must rest, Father; weâ we will return after you rest,â Rhaenyra said in great concern, but her voice was soft and tried to hide her distress. Daemon took hold of her hand, and Eraena followed her parents toward the fireplace of the chambers. âSee to it your brothers do not get themselves into any trouble; you were always the best at handling those two.â Her Mother smiled and cupped her cheek. âI do not see why; Jacaerys is older than me; he should play peacekeeper, not me.â The girl sighed. âOnly by ten minutes, and your brother does not hold the same senses in him. Now go,â She smiled at her daughter sweetly, giving a loving pat on her behind as Eraena walked to exit the Kingâs chambers.Â
Eraena walked the halls and kept her head held high. The whispers of the court seemed to scream at her. Itâs not as if she were surprised; she had heard all the vile rumors and whispers of vipers, and sadly, they were true. Eraena drew in a deep breath and squared her shoulders, standing tall. Whispers of vipers should not matter to princesses, she reminded herself. Eraena stood above the tiltyard in search of two boys in blue. As she reached the tiltyard, her eyes passed the silver hair fluttering with every skillful move the fighter made, and she told herself not to grow distracted. Finally, she saw her brothers and made a beeline to where they stood. They had blocked her view; well, Jacaerys did. The prince had grown a few inches taller than his twin sister, but their younger brother still did not reach Eraenaâs height.
âWhat are you doing here?â Jacaerys asked. âMother sent me. She feared you two may cause trouble.â Jacaerys scoffed. âUs? Were you not the one caught multiple times trying to sneak out of the castle in the dead of night?â Her twin countered. âI believe she had even bribed the guards when she would return home drunk,â Lucerys added. Eraena rolled her eyes. âThat was in Dragonstone; I am completely behaved here. It is you two who had unending squabbles and petty fights with our uncles.â As the words left her lips, their attentions shifted toward the crack of wood and the violent swings of a Morningstar.Â
Ser Cole made to strike his Morningstar at the silver prince, who had dodged every attempt. Eraena turned away, not particularly enjoying the scene of battle; the girl looked around at the space and noted that, unlike in the inside of the keep, the tiltyard had not been changed. The crowdâs applause brought her away from her thoughts. âWell done, my prince, you will be winning tourneys in no time. They heard the knight say. âI donât give a shit about tourneys,â came the reply.Â
Eraena took hold of my brotherâs arms and linked them with her own, âCome, let us go. The smell of sweat unsettles me,â She said and attempted to tug at them. âNephews, have you come to train?â They hear the one-eyed prince call. Eraena caught his eye and reminded herself to keep her expression neutral, which she had failed. When her eyes were captured by the prince, she was quick to look away as a man shouted a command. Eraena turned to look at the gates and saw the reason why they were all there. Vaemond Velaryon entered the yard with his bannermen and passed the three siblings with a pointed look. Eraena licked her lips and tightened her hold on Lucerysâ arm, feeling her younger brother grow still and nervous. When Vaemond passed, the princess turned to Jacaerys. âNow, can we go?â She whispered, and he nodded.Â
âNot so fast,â the prince said, and Eraena watched as he twirled the sword in his handâa malicious grin on his lips. âYou still have not greeted your uncle. Has your stay in Dragonstone made you so impolite?â There was no indication of anything on Eraenaâs face, making the prince tilt his head in challenge. âHello, uncle,â Eraena said, the last word foreign on her tongue. That was all she said before she turned away and walked upward, away from the tiltyard and with her brothers in tow. She gave no second glance at the silver prince even though she was tempted so.Â
âWhere are you going?â Jacaerys asked as he matched his sisterâs hastened steps. âTo greet Rhaena, I reckon she and the babes have arrived by now,â she said and turned a corner. âThen where are we supposed to go?â Eraena paused and looked at her brothers. She shrugged; she did not even know why she was even sent to the tiltyardâ she only knew they were to stir clear of any conflict. âJust do not⊠engage⊠or cause trouble. Avoid them at all costs; I know I will. There is a lot at stake at the moment,âÂ
âBut we wanted to train,â Lucerys said, and Eraena turned to her older brother. âPerhaps later than then, when Aemond and Ser Criston had finished. Or perhaps find other grounds to train.â She suggested and Lucerys gave a small nod at her offered solution. âThere you three are!â Rhaena exclaimed by the end of the hall. âJoffery would not let me leave, kept insisting me to play that insipid game you invented for him,â She said to her sister who she greeted with a kiss on her cheek. âAh, another victim of flowers and thorns.â Jacaerys snickered. âI eventually got so tired that I accidentally threw it overboard.â Eraenaâs eyes widened, âWhy would you do that? I spent days painting and mapping out that board!â She asked her sister in shock.Â
âIâm sorry! But we had been playing since the ship had left the harbor in Dragonstone! I grew tired at the sight of it!â Eraena sighed and nodded, understanding her sisterâs actions. âWhen is Baela to arrive?â Eraena asked, and the three shrugged, âShe had not said in her letter, but I would think it would be the day before the trial.â Rheana replied. âSo, today?â Lucerys asked. Eraena could see the obvious nervousness in her brother. She went to ruffle his hair, a comfort she often did since they were children.Â
âYouâll be all right. You are the true heir of Driftmark; no second son can take that from you.â Eraenaâs furrowed brows deepened as her brother shook his head. âIâI am not even supposed to be the heir! It was supposed to be you,â he reasoned. âWell, take it up with the gods. They did not give me a cock, and in consequence, I cannot have Driftmark, and you must bear this.â She tried to jest. âEraena,â Jacaerys scolded with her choice of words. âIt is unfair! Not just to you, but Lucerys as well. You are the second born! It was clear that whatever was in between your legs, you were set to inherit Driftmark.â Rhaena huffed.Â
âWell⊠no. It was clarified that whatever gender Motherâs first child would be, they would inherit the throne. It was not the same condition when it came to Driftmark.â Jacaerys explained. âItâs fine, truly, I am perfectly contented on being the heir of Dragonstone,â Eraena added. âI should hope so, especially when Aââ Rhaena caught herself before she could continue her sentence, both of the girlâs eyes widening. âEspecially when what?â Jacaerys asked, quick to catch the secret between the two girls. The two girls looked at each other, sending messages with their eyes. âWhen what?â Jacaerys repeated. âNothing,â Rheana quickly said. âNo, you were clearly going to say something; what is it?â Jacaerys urged. âNothing, Iââ Rhaena was saved when another voice was heard at the end of the hall.Â
âSisters?â Baelaâs voice carried, and the four forgot what they were talking about. âBaela!â Eraena said excitedly as she hurriedly made their way to them. âOh, Iâve missed you!â She said gleefully, enveloping the two girls in her embrace. âJust them?â Jacaerys asked, and the newly arrived princess rolled her eyes. âYou two, as well.â She said. âWhen have you arrived?â Lucerys asked. âJust now, I rode with grandmother on Melys,â Eraena smiled at an image of Baela atop the clouds with their grandmother flashing through her mind. Moondancer was still growing for her to take such a trip, so it made sense they rode together.Â
The five, were now finally complete. They walked along the halls of the keep and engaged in conversation and exchanging anecdotes of their time spent apart. They reached the gardens, and Eraena detached herself from the group and observed the flowers that the keep held. So many variants that did not grow in Dragonstone. She took a yellow flower in her hand, feeling the petals between the tips of her fingers, the voices of her siblings growing farther away. She raised the flower to her nose and frowned at the lack of fragrance.Â
âEraena,â she heard her name called. The girl turned from the flower and saw as the queen stood behind her. âMy Queen,â She said and quickly curtsied. âI see you are enjoying the gardensâŠalone... unescorted?â She questioned with a raise of her auburn brow. âOhâ my siblings areâŠâ she drifted from her sentence, noticing they had disappeared. âI was with my siblings; I only got distracted by the flowers.â She reasoned. Eraena watched the queenâs lips thin, clasping her hands in front of her. âBest find them, princess. It is not advisable⊠or even seen proper to see you roam the keep unescorted. Would not want a fate befall twice.â Eraena was confused and wanted to question the queenâs words, but for this instance, she only nodded and excused herself to find her siblings.Â
She took hold of her skirts as she made fast steps to find the group. She had wandered the lower floor of the keep for some time and she still failed to find her siblings. Eraena disregarded the plan to find the four and made her way to her assigned chambers. She mindlessly walked the halls, her head filled with other thoughtsâ thoughts that preoccupied her so that she had crashed with another. âWatch it,â She heard the cold voice of Aemond, unlike earlier, the smirk on his lips was long gone. âSorry,â The girl quickly said and stepped away from the prince to continue her walk. No other spare glance was given,Â
âWatch where you walk, Lady Strong.â At those words, Eraena stilled. She turned to her uncle; the smirk on his thin lips had returned quickly. Should she retaliate? she thought, then remembered the words she uttered to her brothers just a few moments before. Eraena licked her lips and walked away, taking the prince's smirk with her.Â
Night soon came, and supper was held in her Motherâs chambers. âVaemond had arrived,â the eldest prince said. âWe know we were there to welcome the second son of the tides,â Eraena replied, and her Father raised his brow in question. âTomorrow is the trial. We must all be ready for whatever those cunts throw at us.â Eraenaâs eyes widened when Baela choked on her wine; it seemed that she had forgotten how crass her Father was. âHow was your exploration of the keep?â Rhaenyra asked the five.Â
âEraena disappeared,â Jacaerys answered. âI did not! You left me in the gardens then I could not find you four,â She explained. âMother, are we not allowed to venture here unescorted? The queen said it was improper for me to be without an escort.â She asked. She had never heard of such a rule that she must be escorted in broad daylight. âShe said, âWould not want a fate befall twice.â What did she mean?â Eraena added. Her parents exchanged a look, and the princess waited for an answer.Â
âNothing, she meant absolutely nothing,â Rhaenyra said. Eraenaâs eyes flew to her hands, playing with her rings. She nodded and turned to her sisters. âYou must tell us about your ventures warding in Driftmark. It seems that Rhaena and I have scarce topics to discuss these past days,â Eraena said. Her sister nodded. I was hoping you two would be the ones to tell stories. It was dreadfully lonely there in Driftmark.âÂ
âOh, you should tell her about Arthur,â Rhaena said in excitement, and as if it were a reflex, Eraenaâs cheeks pinked, and Jacaerys joined in their conversation as he heard an unfamiliar name. âWhose this⊠Arthur?â He asked and made the girl roll her eyes, pushing him away. âNone of your concern, brother.âÂ
âMother, Eraenaâs hiding something from us,â he tattled, and Eraena could not help herself but pinch his arm once more. âHush!â she whispered harshly. âLeave your sister alone, Jacaerys; she is entitled to keep some secrets to herself.â Eraena gave her brother a smug look before returning her gaze to the two. âTonight, let us exchange our stories without bother,â she said, and the two nodded eagerly.Â
It was high night when Eraena made quiet steps to her sisterâs chambers, a candle in her hand. There was a storm brewing, and Eraena jumped with every clap of thunder. She was finally nearing the room when a gust of wind blew out the candle she held. Eraena was in the dark; the moon and stars gave no light to guide her way. The princess squinted her eyes and prayed she would not trip. Another clap of lightning, and the girl jumped with a squeak of shock. Her heart was beating violently in her chest. Finally, she found her way to her sisterâs room. âGods, you took so long! We thought someone had caught you!â Baela said and pulled her in. âNow, tell me all there is on this⊠Arthur,â she said and made Eraena sit atop the feathered bed.Â
She and Rhaena exchanged knowing looks. âI met him a year ago when he had started his training to be a knight in Dragonstone.â The girl started, and Baela nodded. âI was in the gardens, picking flowers for our rooms, and he was trying to hide from the wrath of his commanding officer.â Eraena tried to control the smile rising on her lips as she recalled the day. âSo he hid behind me as Ser Samuel tried to find him. For an hour, he stayed crutched down behind me, moving where I had moved and us just talking and jesting.â Baela and Rhaena watched as the obsidian eyes of their sister twinkled, and the blush grew on her cheeks. âHeâs kind, funny, and oh gods, heâs so tall and⊠dashing,â Eraena said, struggling to paint a clear picture of the soon-to-be knight. âOh, gods, you love him!â Baela exclaimed, making Rhaena laugh. Eraena scoffed. âI do not! Iâ I like him, but I do not believe I love him. Not yet, at least,â she mumbled the last part, but it was heard clearly by the two.
When the following morning came, it was the day of the trial. The princess stared at herself in the mirror as a handmaid readied her. Womanhood had taken its full effect on her. Eraena's gaze paused on her thighs, and she could not help but frown. Never in her life had she the gap between her thighs that she saw most women had. There was a small pouch above her sex that Eraena had tried hard to be rid of. Her hips flared at what she found at an alarming and annoying rate; most of her dresses had clung to her waist but had difficulty conforming to the princessâ hips. Eraenaâs gaze moved to her chest. Her Mother used to lovingly tease the girl about the ampleness of it until she thankfully stopped as she realized Eraena had grown quite conscious about it.Â
The princess took in a deep breath and moved to wear her dressâa black gown with gold laces and an embroidery of a dragon that she had made herself. Her fingers brushed the gold lace on the square neckline, teasing a hint of her bosom. âYou outdid yourself on the design, princess,â Lyn, her handmaid, complimented, making the princess smile, and a âthank youâ escaped her pink lips. âWhat of your hair?â Lyn inquired. âA few braids, at the top, and can you make use of the ruby clips Father had recently given me?â Ereana waited patiently as Lyn did her hair, a book finding itself in her hands. Â
She walked with Jacaerys to the throne room, their parents behind them. âDo you not think you are a tad overdressed?â Jacaerys asked his sister. Eyeing the gown she had fashioned. Eraena, like their mother, wore expensive gowns. The finest silk, the purest of cotton, the most lustrous pearls, the most brilliant jewels, and the most shining gold are what she and her mother often wore. Jacaerys had no reservations before; however, now, it made him nervous to enter the throne room with his sister fashioning such a dress, especially with such a neckline and bodice conforming to her body. âExcuse me?â Eraena asked in disbelief, almost offended.Â
âGood luck, son,â Rhaenyra jested as she passed her twins. Daemon chuckled and eyed the two, ready to argue once more. âThere is no such thing as overdressed Jacaerys,â she says, and her brother struggles to look her in the eye. âWomen have little to express themselves, brother. You must understand that the way I dress is my way to show my support to this family since I have given little say in this matter, and I know my opinion would not be valued as much as a man's; this is the only way I can take my stand.â Eraena explained, and Jace nodded, but she could still see the reservation in her brotherâs copper eyes.Â
âI just,â he trailed off. âJust what?â Eraena asked. âI just wished you could have worn a dress that had more to cover,â He said, making the princess narrow her eyes, âMother wore dresses like these when she was my age; some of my dresses were hers,â She said. âYes, but our uncles are there,â he tried to defend. âSo?â Eraena asked incredulously. Jacaerys sighed and ran a hand through his face. âNever mind, you look lovely, sister. Letâs go,â he gave up, and Eraena conceded in the meantime, knowing their family was waiting for the both of them.Â
When they entered the room, they hurriedly made their way to stand behind their mother. âWho won this time?â Their Father asked, âI did,â Eraena said with a triumphant smirk, and Jacaerys shook his head. The smirk on the princessâ lips was soon wiped when she noticed three eyes on her. âYour uncles are looking at you,â Rhaena said lowly. âI know,â Eraena replied but still did not turn to the two. âI feel underdressed standing next to you,â Baela said, and Eraena rolled her eyes as she heard Jacaerys snort. âI told you,â he said with a prideful tone. âHush,â She grumbled and looked down at her dress with a frown. She was not overdressed; she thought she wore an appropriate outfit for such an occasion. She would not let her brother sway her mind when it came to her fashion choices.Â
The girlâs attention was caught when she heard the door of the throne room open whilst her Mother spoke on behalf of her younger brother. âKing Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.â The king took a while to sit on his throne, aching and wheezing with each step.Â
âI must... admit... my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is Princess Rhaenys.â All eyes turned to the Queen who never was. âIndeed, Your Grace. It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark passes through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him.â The look of pure shock and outrage could be seen in the face of Vaemond. Eraena turned to the Queen and her father, the hand who had a look of surpassed irritation. Once more, she caught Aemondâs eye and once again, the princess quickly looked away.Â
âAs a matter of fact, Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons, Jace and Luc, to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree.â Eraena turned to gaze at the floor and smiled at her sibling's proposals, but mainly her lack thereof. Rhaenyra had promised her that they would not arrange a marriage for her, that she was free to choose for herself.Â
âWell... the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.â The king announced. Eraena let out a breath of relief. However, that relief was short-lived as Vaemond spoke once more.Â
âYou break the law... and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me... who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.â Vaemond gritted out.
âAllow it"? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond. The king said. âThat is no true Velaryon and certainly no nephew of mine. You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned... I will not see it ended on the account of thisâŠâ Vaemond stopped himself; Eraena was chewing on her lip, knowing that this would not end well.Â
âSay it,â she heard her Father challenge. Her children... are bastards!â Vaemond yelled, and the hall emitted silent chatter. Eraena took in a deep breath but did not let herself waver, holding her pretty head high. âShe⊠is... a whÎżre!â Vaemond yelled another treasonous phrase once more, and the young princessâ dark eyes widened, not believing that he would scream that out loud and in front of the king, no less.Â
âI... will have your tongue for that.â The king said and took out his dagger. Before anyone could blink, Daemon had sliced his sword through Vaemondâs head. The sound of blood gushing out and the thud of a body echoed through the room. Eraena could not help but gasp and turn to her brother, who quickly held her head to face away from the grotesque scene. âThere, he can keep his tongue,â Daemon said. The king groaned and fell onto the throne, creating commotion throughout the room. âReturn to your chambers, now.â Their Mother urged, and Eraena was happy to oblige.Â
âGods, Iâ Whaâ gods,â she could not even comprehend what had happened. The five of them were in Eraenaâs chambers. All of them were seated, whether it was atop her feathered bed, a sofa, or a settee near the fire, but the girl was pacing and trying to erase the image of Vaemondâs severed head upon the bloodied floor.Â
âI forgot how violent father was,â Baela said, and Rhaena nodded. âHe had mellowed down these past few years, though it is nice to see that the fire in him did not die down.â Eraena looked at her sister strangely, âWhat?â Rhaena asked. âHe just killed a man, grandsireâs brother.â She breathed out, âHe was coming for Lucâs inheritance. He called us bastards, our Mother a whore.â Jacaerys said. âStill! He did not deserve to die in such a way,â She said in remorse. âHe had it coming,â Jacaerys shrugged, and Eraena shook her head. âGods, please tell me you will be more levelheaded when you are king.â She said and took a seat next to Rhaena on the settee.Â
âYou hold too much empathy, sister. Believe me, if the roles were reversed, Vaemond would have cackled to see Daemonâs head roll on the floor.â Eraena huffed and kept her thoughts to herself for the moment.Â
The day progressed and Eraena was left alone in her room, her sibling attending to other business in regard to their newly formed betrothals. Eraena walked to the dining hall alone, and when the doors opened, almost everyone was present. âAh, there you are!â Her Father said and stood up to greet her. Eraena kissed his cheek as well as her Motherâs before she was escorted to her seat in between Jace and Aegon.Â
The king was carried into the room and was seated at the head of the table, she noted the look of surprise her brothers tried to hide upon seeing the state grandsire in up-close. âHow good it is to see you all tonight⊠together.â The king panted and looked over the table. âPrayer before we begin?â The queen asked her husband, who nodded. As the queen began her prayer, plenty of pairs of eyes wandered around the table. Eyeing each other curiously. Eraena noted, Aemond, however, he kept his eye closed and hands folded in front of him.Â
âThis is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luc will marry their cousins Baela and Rhaena. Further strengthening the bond between our houses.â The king announced. Eyes went to the newly betrothed couples. Rhaena and Luc shared a look, both of them having a smile on their faces, as well as Jacaerys and Baela had smiles on their faces. âAnd what of you, sweet niece? No betrothals as of yet?â He asked and took a sip of his wine. âNone, uncle,â Eraena said plainly. Aegon hummed and turned his attention to her brother.Â
âYou do know how the act is done, I assume?â Aegon asked Jacaerys. âAt least in principle. Where to put your cock and all that,â From the side of her eye, she could see Jaceâs nostrils falling and his jaw tightening. âYou can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my sister and my betrothed.â Jace had said. Aegon let out a breath and turned to Eraena with a pompous smirk on his face. âHeâs a virgin, Iâm quite sure of it,â he whispered the words that were only for her to hear. She gave no reaction and instead turned her head to look at her parents.Â
âIt both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table.â The king said, âThe faces most dear to me in all the world, yet grown so distant from each other in the years past.â Eraena set her cup down, and Aemond tapped his finger on the table. The king took off his gold mask, revealing half of his face had decayed and, like his son, an eye was missing from him.Â
âMy own face is no longer a handsome one⊠if indeed it ever was. But tonight, I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a kingâŠâ Viserys trailed off. âBut your father.â He said and turned to his children, âYour brother,â he turned to Daemon. âYour husband,â he said to the queen. âAnd your grandsire.â He finished turning to the five cousins. âWho may not, it seemsâŠwalk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts.â Eraena could not help as her gaze fluttered over to Aemond. A steely look in his eye was focused upon his clasped hands.
Toasts from each side of the family brought me a sense of an alluring, yet unnatural sense of peace. Maybe this family could work. Eraena thought to herself, a fantasy that was beginning until she saw Aegon standing up and making his way to a chalice near Baela. âI regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask.â Eraena bit her lip, praying to the gods her brother would not be baited so easily; alas, she was not heard.Â
Jacaerys slammed his fist on the table. Plates and silverware cluttered with noise. Aegon found his way back to his seat and leaned closer to the princess, the two of them waiting for Jacaerysâ outburst. Eraena shot a disgusted look toward her elder uncle, who only shrugged, âIt was getting dreadfully boring and sappy, dear Eraena; you could not blame me.â he said. âI think I could,â she whispered harshly.Â
Aemond then rose, and Eraena looked between the two princes, who stared each other down. âPrepare for it to grow interesting, sweet niece,â Aegon smirked. A tense silence filled the table, the two boys still standing. Jace reached over and playfully punched their uncleâs arm, lips pursed together. âTo Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth.â Jacaerys said. Eraena tried not to roll her eyes at the obvious lie.Â
âAnd as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your familyâs good health, dear uncles.â Jace raised his glass, a smile on his face that she knew all too well to be teasing and insincere. Her gaze turned to Aegon, who seemed to be unamused by Jaceâs speech. âTo you as well,â Aegon said. I caught the eyes of Luc and Rhaena, who smiled at her with amusement. âI would like to toast Baela and Rhaena. Theyâll be married soon. It isnât so bad. Mostly, he just ignores you⊠except sometimes when heâs drunk.âÂ
Eraena let out a bubbling laugh along with her Father, who chuckled, and her mother quickly chastised the both of them. She quickly covered her mouth when she noticed the stoic look on the otherâs faces. âGood,â Otto said to her granddaughter with a smile. Ever since childhood, Eraena thought hard about the words Helaena would mumble. Words that everyone thought were ludicrous and mad, she found with deeper meaning. Helaena is seen to be mad, though Eraena always sees it as misunderstood; she holds wisdom and knowledge that no other at the table possesses.Â
âLet us have some music,â the king instructed. Jace made his way to stand up once more and went to Helaena, inviting the girl to dance. Eraena smiled against my cup when she saw the surprised yet excited look on the silver princessâ face. Aegon looked disbelieved and shared a look with his brother. Eraena took Jacearysâ seat and sat next to her siblings. For a moment, their family was the picture of unity. Smiles and laughs were shared along the table. However, the king grew in pain and was carried out of the hall immediately.Â
As the king left, a roasted pig arrived and was placed directly in front of Aemond. Eraena saw the smirk on Lucâs face, trying not to laugh out loud. âLucerys,â she whispered harshly at her younger brother. Eraenaâs heart quickened, and she quickly turned to Aemond, who had his jaw clenched. The one-eyed prince punched his fist on the table, standing up at the same time. It caught everyoneâs attention. Even the music had stopped. Aemond raised his glass. His eye had never left Lucerys. âFinal tribute,â he announced, and the girl bit her lip, knowing this would not end well. âTo the health of my nephews and niece. Jace⊠Luc⊠Joffery and sweet Eraena.â The girl rested her gaze on Aemond, âEach of them comely, wiseâŠâ the prince trailed off, his gaze flickering to Eraena, who was pleading with her eyes. Yet, of course, she was ignored. âStrong,â he finished.Â
Eraena let out a defeated breath. âAemond,â the queen warned but was ignored by the prince. âCome. Let us drain our cups to these fourâŠâ Aegon raised his chalice. âStrongs,â Aemond finished. âI dare you to say that again.â Jacaerys challenged. âWhy? âtwas only a compliment,â Aemond replied. âDo you not think yourself strong?â He added. Jacaerys threw a punch, and Lucerys made his way to his brother but was blocked by Aegon. Who grabbed the boy and bashed his head on the table near where Eraena was sitting. She stared wide-eyed and immediately slammed her foot down on Aegons for him to release her younger brother. âThat is enough!â The queen yelled, but none seemed to hear her. Lucerysâ head was still pinned down, and Aegon was staring at Eraena with an amused smirk on his lips.Â
âYouâd have to try harder than that, Eraena,â He said, and the princessâ vision reddened; she quickly stood up and used her knee to maim his sex. Finally, he let Lucerys go, falling on the floor, clutching his cock in pain. âGood,â she heard Father say in her ancient tongue with a smirk, but her Mother looked at her in disbelief. Aemond effortlessly pushed Jacaerys to the floor, a smirk on his face. The princeâs eye was quick to find obsidian ones who had moved to the side of the room, a triumphant smirk on his lips. It took Baela and Rhaena to hold her down and not join in to help her brothers. Jace quickly stood up and charged forward, but a guard stopped him and Lucerys.Â
The guard had let go of his hold on Jace, and it would seem that Jacaerys would have pounced on their uncle if it werenât for Daemon, who had placed himself in the middle of the two. âWait,â he said and raised a finger up, staring Jacaerys down until the prince moved backward and moved to where his siblings stood. âGo to your quarters.â Their Mother commanded. âAll of you, go. Now.â She ordered. Eraena was the last of her siblings to leave; she could hear faint footsteps behind her and saw Aemond and her father walking behind the five of them. Baela and Raenaâs chambers were the nearest to the dining hall. The two had left the awkward convoy in the halls quickly. âJacaerys, Eraena, your Motherâs chambers, now.âÂ
The girlâs lip found home between her teeth as she walked to her motherâs chambers, her head hung low. How hypocritical was she? She had frowned upon her fatherâs violent actions toward Vaemond, yet she was all but ready to join in on the fight. Yet, in her defense, she could not just sit there and let Aegon hurt her younger brother; the prince had deserved his cock to be maimed. âI simply do not know what to do with you two anymore!â Rhaenyra exclaimed with a disappointed sigh. âJacaerys, why must you be baited so quickly?â She asked. âShe called us bastards, Mother!â âBut you should not give them a defensive reaction; it only makes you look guilty.â
Eraena scoffed, making her Mother turn to her with a raised brow. âMother, look at us,â she said, and Jacaerys made his way to stand beside her. âDo not get me started with you. Joining in the fights of boys!â She exclaimed and paced around, playing with her rings once more. âI was only defending my brother,â Eraena explained. âThat is no place for you, Eraena!â The younger princess held back her tongue, not wanting to say anything out of turn or offense. She caught her Fatherâs eyes, pleading that he would come to their aid; he sighed and walked closer to their Mother. âIt was a childish fight, Nyra, you should be at ease that your children know how to defend themselves.âÂ
âThe Hightowers are at an outrage! They will use this spectacle as another reason to keep the crown!â She whispered harshly. âYou two will apologize to your uncles, Eraena, you will apologize to Aegon, and you Jacearys will apologize to Aemond.â Eraena stared in shock. âI will do no such thing,â she said and stepped forward, âEraena,â Jace warned. âIâm sorry, Mother, but I will not apologize for defending my brother from that⊠drunken creature and his violent brother! Nor should Jacearys apologize for defending our honor.âÂ
âIt does not matter; we must take the high road,â Rhaenyra said decisively. âTell me, Mother, when you were our age, and if you were put in our position, would you apologize?â Eraena questioned and for the first time in a while, she saw my mother without an answer. Rhaenyra turned to her husband, who had an amused smirk on his lips. âAnswer the question, dear,â Rhaenyra sighed and paced. âYou two, out. Jacaerys, escort your sister back to her chambers.âÂ
Jace and Eraena exited the chambers and walked silently back to the girlâs quarters. They were nearing the wing of her chambers when they saw a figure seemingly waiting for someone. âAh, Lord and Lady Strong,â Aemond taunted once more with a smirk on his lips. Eraenaâs hold on Jacaerysâ arm tightened. Jacaerys turned to his sister, who implored with her eyes for him to ignore the sulking figure in the halls. âHow nice of you to escort your sister to her chambers,â Aemond said, and Eraena licked her lips, avoiding the princeâs gaze. âI should think it necessary, especially with the talk we hear of a promiscuous princess residing in Dragonstone.â Eraena stiffened at his words. Promiscuous? The word seemed like poison dripping from his lips. âWe are not aware of such things, Prince Aemond. It is best not to listen to whispers of vipers,â Jacaerys said, and the two walked on. Eraena frowned at their uncleâs words. âIgnore him,â Jacaerys said as he saw the furrowed brows of his sister. âGood night, brother,â Eraena sighed and placed a kiss on her brotherâs cheek before stepping into her room. She was not promiscuous, not at all!
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My Checklist for Helluva Boss Season 3!
This list consists of all my theories that I have for season 3. I've been seeing people share their predictions, so I wanted to share mine!
⥠Barbie Wire's reappearance: I have a strong inkling that BlitzÞ may run to her while he goes to Sloth to pick up Stolas's meds. I don't think Barbie would mention BlitzÞ almost getting executed but I would love it if it does.
⥠A Pro Choice Storyline: I want Millie to feel that she has the right to choose whether she wants to keep the baby or not and not let the pressure from society keep her from making a choice. I also want this storyline to align with Stella's backstory where it shows what's it like to have a child you don't want with a man you don't like.
⥠Verosika's Healing Journey: All I really want is for Verosika to at least go back to rehab to help her alcoholism. After Apology Tour and Mastermind, she seems to be doing slightly better.
⥠Tilla & Cash Buckzo Flashback: I have a theory that BlitzÞ and Barbie's parents are similar to Stolas & Stetlla, where Tilla stays for the kids, while Cash was abusive. I also want this to be a way to help BlitzÞ connect with Via, since they've never really interacted.
⥠Loona & Octavia Interaction: I want it to be opposite of Seeing Stars, where it's not a calm conversion. I just want to see Loona passionately open up to Via about having the first 17 years of her life with no parents in an adoption center while Via had the best childhood that anyone could wish for.
⥠More Fizzarolli: I just like the clown twink.
⥠The Divorce is Finalized: The divorce was initiated in S2E1 and by S2E4 Andrephelus was talking about compensation for Stella. Then S2E8, Stolas says that he won't dwell upon the divorce, and in S2E11 Andrephelus refers to Stolas as "horny ex husband" to Stella but as her "husband" during the trial. I don't think the divorce was ever finalized. With this I want BlitzÞ to find out what kind of wife Stella was to Stolas.
⥠Striker vs. BlitzÞ: I don't have a prediction on how this'll happen but I would love to see BlitzÞ get angry for Mastermind and Western Energy. I also want Striker to say something petty like "Didn't you say it was a transactional fucking?" (S1E5).
⥠Barbie joins IMP: I don't think she'll stay long but it would be cute to see BlitzÞ help his sister out.
⥠Stolas's Weight Gain: To me, I feel that Stolas struggles with body image and self confidence. Stella literally called him "scrawny" and a "twig" in S2E1, and I feel like his eating habits are not healthy. It's literally cereal and absinthe. I would love to see him try BlitzÞ's cooking and explore new food items where he gets a bit heavier (and his thighs get thicker).
⥠Moxxie & Stolas Interactions: They are great characters but I want them to have friends outside of their partners. Stolas can sing with Moxxie and they can eventually watch musicals together. I really just want them to have a friendship like BlitzÞ and Millie does.
⥠Stolitz Cheek & Forehead Kisses: I'm still not over the fact that Stolas was unaware that BlitzÞ kissed his cheek in Mastermind. Also, they've seen each other's holes already so they deserve to be soft with each other.
⥠Andrealphus Failure: I've had this theory since the end of Mastermind where hell would basically freeze over to an apocalyptic wasteland because Andrealphus doesn't know how to use the Grimoire or do any of Stolas's duties. It can be easily forgotten (because we don't see it really) that Stolas is like a tarot reader/astrologer and he curses the moon during the Harvest Moon Festival so that the farmers can grow crops. Andrealphus is a peacock that has ice powers do geometry.
⥠Octavia's 18th Birthday: After that Sinsmas fight, I don't think Andrealphus will just let Via have Stolas's possessions. He'll most likely do anything to get rid of her and keep the power. I can see him trying to marry her off to someone and BlitzÞ and Stolas find out. I would love to see BlitzÞ slip up and call Octavia his daughter when he's trying to save her. I can see this being the finale and Season 4 is the aftermath.
⥠Stolitz Conversation: Eventually, Stolas and BlitzÞ are going to have to finally talk all that happens between them. I really just want them both to apologize and BlitzÞ drops that he loves Stolas. I've been waiting for these two talk it out for three years!!
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The Ghoul and Lucy MacLean as Modern Orpheus and Eurydice: A Fallout Meta
(art by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot)
Weâve all heard the Greek myth of Orpheus who ventures to the Underworld to bring his wife Eurydice back to life. Itâs one of the greatest tragic love stories that has been retold and passed down to us in different forms of media.
Isnât it interesting that Fallout begins with The End and ends with The Beginning? It refers to the bombs falling in the first episode, and the past being revealed in the last, but I believe it goes deeper than that. Itâs a direct reflection of Lucyâs character journey.
Lucyâs journey begins with the shattering of her perfect world. It's the end of her life as she has known it. The event that triggers her descent (in her case, ascent) is the raidersâ attack. Which significantly happens at her wedding. Lucy is stabbed by her husband who had snuck into her Vault with deception. Similarly, Eurydice is bitten by a snake at her wedding with Orpheus, which kills her and sends her to the Underworld.
Interestingly enough, if we think of Norm's words as Lucy walks down the aisle, the Ghoul is coded as a possible husband for Lucy. And it's only after she goes to the Underworld/Wasteland that we are introduced to the Ghoul.
In a post-nuclear world, hell would be on the surface and heaven under the ground. The Ghoul emerges from the underground like Lucy as if he's coming after her. (It's funny that three men welcome him as if he's Orpheus at the gates of the Underworld and they're Cerberus.)
After the tragic wedding, Lucy resides in the Underworld. (An important note here is that while we learn that the Wasteland isn't dead, it is perceived as an Underworld by the Vault dwellers.) Throughout her journey, there is one person who, by happenstance, is always on her trail.
In the final episode titled The End, we find some thematic and visual similarities with The Beginning. Lucy is again betrayed by a person she considers family. Also, the passage of time in both episodes (midday-sunset-night) is clearly marked by the change of colors in the sky.
Two significant scenes for Lucy happen during the sunset. As a symbol, the sunset stands for transition or even death. The world is changed for the night. It's both an end and a new beginning. It's a meeting between the day and the night. In both these scenes, Lucy agrees to share her journey with another person.
If we rewind back to the Ghoul's entrance in the scene, we see him catching Hank by surprise with his words. In fact, the Ghoul speaks a lot and almost enthralls his enemies with his power of speech/acting. It's reminiscent of Orpheus' gift of music which helps him tame the beasts.
Here begins the deviation from the original story. In the myth, Eurydice has no agency. Orpheus ventures into the Underworld, begs for her soul, and takes her on the journey back. Some modern critics point out she'd already forgotten him and wouldn't want to return back to life.
The Ghoul offers Lucy a clear choice between her staying with the dead (in this moment, they are surrounded by Max's unconscious body and her mother's remains, as well as the soldiers' corpses) and risking that she dies herself. Or going with him to learn more about the world.
Another important element in the myth, is the backward glance. Hades lets Eurydice leave the Underworld on condition that Orpheus doesn't look back at her until they make it out. As they near the exit, Orpheus turns back and Eurydice vanishes back in the Underworld forever.
In this case, the backward glance isn't a condition. Yet, in this scene, the Ghoul and Lucy's gazes don't meet at all! He has his back turned to her and the one time he turns around, she isn't looking at him. It shows their vulnerability but also their newfound mutual trust.
What follows is the scene that inspired this whole meta. The night has fallen. The Ghoul climbs up from a ruined building's dark exit alone. After a moment, Lucy emerges too. They have made it! And the Ghoul still isn't looking back at her. He leads and knows she'll follow him.
Take a look at this bit from A. S. Kline's translation of Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book X, and look at the following frame:
"They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near to the threshold of the upper world."
A final note about Orpheus and Eurydice's names: Orpheus means "the darkness of the night", while Eurydice means "wide justice". Well, what can I say?
Looking back on my Lucy analysis, it's interesting that the final scene with them both emerging from underground marks the transition between Act 2 and Act 3, or Death (Transformation) and Emergence (Support). This would've been Eurydice's POV journey if Orpheus had succeeded.
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No. Not again. Not you.
Yandere Cooper Howard/The Ghoul Ă Vaultie!R
Summary: The Ghoul of the wasteland had exepted the man he once was is dead. He isn't caring. Isn't loving. Isn't feeling. Friendship, companionship, partnership... love? Wasn't for him. Not anymore. But all that comes crashing down when he meets you... you brought something back from the dead.. though it isn't as 'good' as it used to be...
Warnings: yandere content, Cooper being controlling, Canon violence, death (not reader or Cooper), violence towards reader (by both strangers and a litte Cooper), flashbacks, and forced kissing.
You stumble around behind Cooper talking about the town you were about to come up apon, you were happy to babble away to him, and though he wouldn't always answer, he would always listen.
You liked traveling around, especially with Cooper; you were in a vault all your life, not by choice. But to be out of it was an amazing feeling, even if in the start Cooper didn't take your optimistic outlooks to kindly.
You remember how dumb he thought you were...
You'd just escaped your vault. And you were so confused...
You remember 'yesterday' you were baking a pie waiting for your husband to come home, when you heard a big bang, your husband rushed in took you. And you just passed out... you had always told him you didn't trust vault-tech or the people who were a part of it. But he didn't care, he was desperate.
When you woke up, the Vault was empty... quiet... bloodied... you stumbled around, trying to find something, someone... anyone... when you heard a whistle,
"Pphheeeww- looks like I've got a live one," a voice called out; turning around meeting the face of the goul... it shocked you at first your face contorting, but it wasn't so much fear as it was confusion... who is that? Had the war started? How long has it been? "If I were you I'd hope my pretty ass back into that ice block and let the world rot away,"
God, you remember him putting you through hell and back; no water or food, hot unforgiving sun, the fighting, crying, begging, and eventual acceptance.
"You think the people here will be friendly?" You babble as you reach for the canteen on his side; he let's you take it, moving his coat to the side for an easier reach. "Friendly?-" he laughs like you've told him the funniest joke he'd ever heard, "when is anyone out here friendly? What did it teach you? You need a reminder?" He smirks, turning to look at you, "Oh no thanks!" You yipp as you take a swig of water.
You and Cooper walk into the town, eyes all around you. Some curious, some cautious, other dangerous... most eyes not on you, but Cooper. The Ghoul. Most people would never know you were a Vault dweller, you'd exchanged the blue and yellow suit in for a teal top and brown loose pants and some boots, Cooper made sure to tell you that if you kept that look somebody would've tried to sell you. You got lucky to be with him.
You didn't want to run off, You'd learned your lesson before; but you were hungry, and you saw what looks to be a place for food and bar. But you didn't want to just run off, especially if it could be dangerous... you wouldn't want Cooper to get in a brawl again.
"What do you think Cooper?" You whisper to him, only for him to hear, you whisper his name.
You liked saying his name. You didn't say it often, but when you did, it always felt good; even if it was a little strange. You still remember the first time he'd told you his name.
You'd woken up to russeling sounds when you spotted the small group trying to steal your supplies. And you yelled "Ghoul!"
You yelled as loud as you could, and He woke up, the Group of four masked raiders all attacked. And you sat there like a complete idiot while he took on all four men while little to no effort.
And even if you hadn't actually fought, you'd felt like you were on the edge of a panic attack, what if something happens to him? You'd be alone. What would happen to you? Would you be killed? Sold? Forced to-
*BANG*
The last gunshot that rang out, the last body falling ti the floor before he walks over and kneels down to your stance where you sat on the ground. "I'm- I'm sorry Ghoul, I just- I saw them I panicked it was like I couldn't even move- I'm sorry Ghoul, I just-" -- "Cooper." -- "what?" -- "My name. It's Cooper."
"Cooper." You smiled.
He didn't smile back, but you could see his eyes change. He didn't look so angry when he looked at you.
He nodded his head and handing a handfull of caps to you, a silent 'okay' for you to break away from him. At least for a little while.
You'd sat in a stool up at the bar eating the first hot meal in God knows how long, and sipping on a sweet drink that was a bit too strong for you, "what's a cutie like you doing here alone?" You heard a man call to you. He wasn't much, scruffy, scrawny, but had very pretty eyes.
"I'm not alone,'you say confidently with a sweet smile, one you're sure he's never seen before.
He takes the stool next to you and tries to have a conversation with you. But quickly gets irritated when you don't play along. And that's when he became ugly...
Yelling, cursing, name calling, everything under the sun wa seeing tossed at you because you told this strange man, "No." You hadn't taken his as anything serious, all bark no bite. Throwing a hissy fit because you wouldn't let him fuck you for a few caps.
And it wasn't until you felt a sting on your left cheek and your head snapped to the side when you realized. He had struck you. Before he grabbed you, pulling you to him, kissing and grabbing at you. The other bar goers had found this... funny. At least until a loud bang was heard and the mans brains splattered all over your face and bar.
"Now who the hell do you think you are to mess with another man's woman?"
"Cooper?"
A rope found its way tosses around you as Cooper shoved you down and into a corner, "don't fucking move."
You were on the road again, Cooper muttering curses under his breath. Still at the man who'd dared lay a hand on your sweet skin, damning him and all his friends who laughed.
No matter how hard you tried you haven't been able to get to him. He just mutters over and over. He could've lost you.
That man would've done much work that just kiss and grab you had he not been there.
Much worse. You would've been killed by the end of it.
"I won't lose you. I won't. Not again."
"Cooper." You tried to move around him to get infront of him, but a harsh grasp hand you in place. "Ouch! Cooper that hurt."
"Where do you think you're going?" -- "No where! I'm just worried about you!"
"I won't lose you. Not again."
"Wha-"
You didn't have time to talk, Cooper kissed you.
"Humph!" Your shock is muffled. You try to pull away.
He doesn't let go...
#yandere monster#yandere#yandere monster x reader#yandere character#fallout x reader#fallout ghoul#cooper howard x you#cooper howard x reader#the ghoul x you#the ghoul x reader#monster fucker#monster x reader#faceless bride's tag! đȘŠđŠ#sorry its kinda rushed at the end. tumblr fucked me over and i was angerly finished it
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Between Cooper's opening scene and Hancock's opening scene, I can't pick a favourite.
If they ever met that ham off would be immense.
Ghouls need the following:
A Cool Hat. (Tricorn vs Cowboy hat).
A schtick, a gimmick, a persona. (Colonial King of the Zombies vs Good Sheriff gone bad).
A Signature Gun (Sawed off Shot-gun vs Whatever Coops' cool as fuck boom stick is).
A Signature Meele Move (Bowie Knife in the gut vs The Lasso).
Tragic Backstory (Naturally, everyone has one in the wastes but you gotta up the ante for Ghouls).
A Drug Problem (What's in the vials?!)
A Sassy/Sarcastic Attitude towards their Vaultie. (It's bonding to drag your Vaultie across the wasteland in a choke-hold ok? It IS--).
A Dramatic Opening Scene. (I was won over both times, love at first sight, that's my wasteland husband right there---)
Big Dad Energy (...Ok.)
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Starlett - Part 1
Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)
Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some fluff
Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence
Summary: The Ghoul remembers a recruit of Moldaver, by the name of Irene Taylor, who he met before the war.
This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! âĄ
Part 2 | Part 3 | Final part
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Cooper's weather-beaten boots thudded on the dirt, the stones crackling beneath his heels.
The town was too quiet for there not to be a surprise waiting for him somewhere amongst the pre-war rubble so when a glimpse of movement caught his attention and he pulled his gun.
A kid, no older than 15 held up his hands in fear.
"Please don't shoot!"
Coopers sunken eyes narrowed. "Do yourself a favour and scram. If you try anything I will shoot you. Understand?"
The kid nodded frantically in agreement and Cooper gestured with his gun for the kid to get out of there.
As the boy ran off, a large, rolled up piece of paper fell out of his backpack and unfurled face-up in the dirt.
Cooper stepped over as he re-holstered his gun, and looked down at it out of curiosity. When he saw a familiar face on it he bent down to pick it up and held it out in front of him.
"Irene Taylor," It read. "Songbird of Hollywood Hills."
On the poster was a large photograph of a glamorous woman behind a microphone, and a look of a fond, yet faded, remembrance appeared on his scarred features.
2077
"This is a little public for a meeting isn't it?" Cooper asked as he and Lee Muldaver made their way to an empty table at a local jazz club called the Bird Cage.
"My contact is meeting us here. Don't worry about being recognised, this place is used to celebrities, they mind their own business."
They took a seat and settled in and Cooper turned his attention to the band, the singer had a lovely voice and it reminded him of the band that played at his wedding. He shook the memory from his mind.
"So where is this contact?" He asked.
Muldaver smiled a little. "You're listening to her."
He looked back at the singer.
Now that he thought about it, he did recognise her. He'd seen her face on posters for jazz clubs all over the city but never gave them much thought.
"Her husband is Frank Taylor, he's an executive for Vault Tec. She feeds us any information she can get. She's one of our best."
She had wonderful stage presence, captivating the audience with a rendition of "Them There Eyes" by Billie Holiday. Her champagne coloured dress sparkled in the stage lights, and she had every person in that room wrapped around her finger, and she knew it.
When she finished the song the room roared with applause and she stepped off the stage, politely thanking patrons as they came up to her on her way over.
Muldaver rose from her seat to meet her as she reached their table.
"Lee." Irene smiled fondly as she hugged her. "Thank you for coming."
"That was wonderful as always."
"Stop it you." Irene joked.
"May I introduce Mr. Cooper Howard?"
Irene looked at him and he held out his hand, having stood up with Muldaver.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Howard." She smiled as she took his hand.
"The pleasure is mine." He replied with a charming grin.
She sat down at their table and waved the waiter down for a round of drinks.
"How is everything going? Is Frank well?" Muldaver asked.
Cooper noticed Irene make a subtle, nervous glance at the bar before answering. "He's fine." She replied. "You said there was something you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Yes, our new recruit."
Muldaver looked at Cooper and Irene seemed surprised, unable to reply for a few seconds.
"I apologise for seeming so shocked, but with all of your promotions with Vault Tec, you're one of the last people I'd expect."
"Don't worry about it." He replied, reassuring her. "I understand. I'm not the first I'd expect either."
"Well, I guess this proves how convincing Lee can be." She smiled again, but there was something in that smile that seemed pained somehow.
Just then, a man came up behind them with a drink in his hand and put the other on Irene's shoulder and she jumped a little.
By her reaction Cooper thought it was another random patron come to say hello and invade her space, but he kissed her on the cheek and she looked up and smiled at him.
"Hello darling." She said.
"Hi Frank, how have you been?" Muldaver smiled.
"Oh, you know, more hours and no pay rise." He joked.
It was obvious he was tipsy and the discomfort on Irene's face as her husband sat down next to her made Cooper's eyes narrow a little.
"Darling, have you met Mr. Howard?"
"No I haven't had the pleasure." Frank replied, reaching over to shake his hand. "Nice to finally meet you Mr. Howard, your advert for vault 4 was terrific, exactly what we were looking for. I was sad to hear about your resignation."
Cooper shifted in his seat and chuckled uncomfortably, trying to retain his professionalism. "Ah, well, I'm not getting any younger." He joked.
Frank laughed, a little louder than was necessary. "Aren't we all! Say, is it true that it was your real dog in A Man and His Dog?".
Cooper took a sip of his drink that had just arrived. "Yes, Roosevelt, he's a beloved member of our little family."
"Well isn't that just the cutest darn thing." He smiled.
Irene was shrinking. Frank's presence was drowning the one that was only just captivating an entire audience. Then he noticed it and his chest pulsed with distain.
"Mr. Taylor, would you mind if I stole your wife for a dance?"
Irene looked slightly worried and stuttered her reply. "U-um, I don't..." She looked at Frank, almost for permission.
He hesitated but wanted to save face in front of everyone. "Of course." He smiled.
She stood up and walked over to take Cooper's extended hand.
He lead her to the dance floor. The band was playing an instrumental of "Good Morning Heartache" and he placed a hand on her waist.
"Not too close." She said. She realised her fear had slipped out and very quickly composed herself. "Don't want Frank to get jealous." She chuckled, disguising her reaction with a joking tone.
He stayed a modest distance from her as they began swaying to the music.
"He's playing it down but Frank is a big fan of yours. He's seen almost all of your movies, even dressed as your role in The Man From Calabasas for Halloween a few years back."
"You know," he said. "There's a funny story from that set. In the scene where I had to lasso that steer, the first take it somehow managed to pull me clean off my horse. I had a terrible black eye for two weeks after that, but the makeup team covered it up so well that no one could tell. In other words, I know a cover job when I see one."
She nervously glanced at her shoulder, briefly enough that hopefully Frank wouldn't notice if he was watching her.
"I know we just met, and it's none of my business, but Lee told me you married him for the mission. If he's hurting you, you need to tell her."
"She knows." Irene replied.
"She knows? And she hasn't pulled you out?"
"I asked her not to."
"Why?"
"Because this cause means a lot to me, and whatever I'm going through is for the greater good. I'm the only one with my foot in the door this high up, at least before you showed up."
He was getting angry now, not at anyone in particular, but at the unnecessary situation.
"Forgive me, but that's about the biggest pile of bullshit I've ever heard. You don't need to be in this any more than I do."
She scoffed dismissively. "You don't understand Mr. Howard, this is my purpose, stopping Vault Tec in any way that I can, even if it's one password or document at a time."
Part 2
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Kinktober 2024 Day 13: Sethos x Reader

Rating: R-18+
Word Count: 6283
Warnings: Afab!reader, misogynistic practices/beliefs, sexual slavery, free use, forced betrothal, chastity device (female), public sex, sex outdoors, anal fingering, anal sex, anal creampie, exhibitionism, mentioned death of parents, noncon to dubcon
A/N: Sethos is honestly one of the most gorgeous characters I've ever seen tbh, his color palette is just stunning imo. Love this guy. đ€ Just make sure to pay attention to the tags everyone!
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If one were to ask the tribesmen of the desert what they liked about the inhospitable environment so much that theyâd choose to stay, even when there was a perfectly comfortable rainforest just over the horizon, one was likely to receive a variety of different answers. Some might say that it was the only home theyâd ever known and they were used to living there. Although true, it wasnât an entirely honest response.Â
Others might nudge their toe at the real reason by saying they liked the freedom that was allotted to them by living outside of the Dendro Archonâs dominion and the stuffy Akademiyaâs reach. That was closer but still not entirely accurate.Â
Yet other denizens of Sumeruâs expansive desert may even get down to the nitty gritty of it and proudly admit they thrived in the bloodthirsty conditions perpetuated by the lawless land. It was a dog eat dog world out there, and some people were simply far too unlikable to thrive in a polite society where their fists didnât solve every problem they encountered. You liked this kind of person the least.Â
In truth, you strongly suspected the real answer lied in the simplicity of the largely nomadic existence of the warrior peoples and not only when it came to problem solving matters. It was easy to understand that in order to eat you needed to work. Not so much when schooling suddenly came into question and you had to try to explain that investing in education now would result in an excess of mora to feed yourself with later. The same also applied to relationships. Why go to the trouble of courting a potential lover over time when you could simply take them by force and have them immediately?Â
Thatâs what it boiled down to, you think. A natural aversion to rule following and a hard coded need for the freedom to live life at your own discretion. It wasnât really any wonder then that the Eremiteâs had managed to survive these past long decades with neither help or interference from the nationâs Archon. They were a stubborn lot.Â
But that only applied to the people who were strong enough to back up their big talk, not someone like you. Taken in by the Temple of Silence as little more than an orphan turned slave and then promised to be their next leader's wife, you had neither freedom nor strength, and you certainly didnât have the luxury of returning to the city in the rainforest where you were originally from. After your scholar parents died on a joint expedition out into the rolling sand dunes in an accident that left you wandering all alone in the barren wasteland, you had nothing to go back to anyway. Sometimes it felt like your fate had already been signed, sealed and dotted long before you were ever actually born and this lackluster existence was a foregone conclusion.Â
Oh, how you wished you had a cock between your legs so you wouldnât have to endure such unfair treatment just because you were a woman.Â
Sethos was incredibly lucky in that regard. As your betrothed and future husband, you and him spent a lot of time together and you were always surprised at how much freedom he was actually given to do whatever he pleased. Of course not all of it had to do with his gender. As the next leader of the Temple and the adopted grandson of Bamoun, he was granted many allowances that even the other men simply didnât have.Â
But you still canât help the pang of jealousy you feel while you watch him happily gallivant around with nary a care in the world beyond the simple matter of daily survival. His future was already laid out before him and he didnât need to worry about securing his position since it had already been decided for him by the current leader. It was only a matter of time until Sethos took over for him, and then the two of you would be wed.Â
The worst part was that he was exceptionally smart and had a quick wit that would put even some Akademiya alumni to shame despite his lack of formal education. You didnât doubt for one second that he could have easily landed himself a spot in the prestigious school if heâd wanted to, if heâd just try, but that was not the fate the stars had laid out for him.Â
Sighing under your breath, you drop your chin into the waiting palm of your hand as you watch the boys recklessly fool around with their hunting knives. Someone was going to get themselves hurt at this rate but you knew better than to nag at them by now. They never listened anyway, and your status as a slave meant they often took offense to being told anything they didnât want to hear when it was coming from you.Â
As usual you would just quietly observe their play sparring until one of them inevitably failed to move quick enough to avoid the swing of a blade and end up with a new scar to show for it. There was no reasoning with someone who didnât want to be reasoned with.Â
Sethos, at least, tended to be a little more agreeable in this regard. He wasnât outright opposed to hearing you out even if he didnât always like what you had to say, and he glances over at where youâre sitting at the sound of your quiet exhale. An easy going grin slides across his face and he turns to walk towards you, plopping down on the ground next to the little blanket youâve got laid out in the sand.Â
âGetting bored?âÂ
âIâve been bored since we got here.â You tell him truthfully, but rather than taking it as disrespect like some others might have he just throws his head back to laugh.Â
âYeah, I guess girls donât usually get much out of watching a couple of guys mess around with knives. Would you have liked to stay back at the temple instead?âÂ
âWhy, so I could knit yet another shirt for you?â Internally cursing the vague sting of tears that comes into your eyes, you turn your head so you wonât have to look at him any longer. Picking up a small rock covered in sand grit from the ground, you focus all of your attention on it instead. âI know this is just how life is out here, but thereâs not much to do. Your grandfather doesnât even let me have any books to read. He says I need to focus on learning how to be a good wife for you, not filling my head with ideas.âÂ
And you hated it. You hated it so much you felt like you could just scream and throw a fit sometimes. Both of your parents had been accomplished graduates of the Akademiya and theyâd instilled a love for learning in you from a very young age. You were supposed to be studying for tests and working on a thesis, setting up internships in your chosen field, not this.Â
That was the only reason youâd even been out here with them when the accident happened. To learn and pick up on skills that would help you once you were admitted to Teyvatâs most acclaimed and celebrated academy. Who could have ever guessed you'd never again step foot outside of the dry, arid desert at the onset of that trip?Â
And you donât make any qualms about your feelings on the matter, nor do you try to hide the fact youâre unhappy. Youâve had this conversation with Sethos many times over the last handful of years since you found yourself in the care of the Temple of Silence but it never seemed to do you any good talking to him about it.Â
Just as every other time, he falls silent for a brief moment as if he were thinking it over before at last drawing a carefully measured breath to speak.Â
âIâm sorry things turned out this way for you. Iâd change it if I could. But Iâll find you some books when we get back later, how does that sound?âÂ
âAnd Bamoun will just take them away again.âÂ
âThen Iâll find some more books for you. And when I take over from grandfather I can call the shots. Youâll have as many books as you want, habibti.âÂ
âDonât call me that.â You hiss, shooting him a quick but not less viscous look of warning.Â
Sethos just smiles right back at you though, completely unperturbed by your aversion to his favored pet name for you. The bright green of his eyes dances before you even in the shade of the rocky outcrop your small group had stopped at, as if the irises were lit from within with some unnamed mischief he was concocting.Â
Itâs a little cooler here than out in the glaring sunlight but not cold enough to warrant the icy chill that snakes down your spine. That particular look from him rarely meant anything good.Â
âBut you are my habibti. It only makes sense for me to call you that, doesnât it?âÂ
âI donât want - -âÂ
He cuts off your rattling protest when he reaches over to take your hand in his, snagging your fingers before you can think to pull them away. You startle slightly at the sudden contact even as you stamp down the urge to wrench free of his hold, knowing it wouldnât do you any good to try. Sethos could at times be the most stubborn person youâd ever known and his tenacity was limitless. If he decided he wanted to hold your hand then that was what he was going to do.Â
âI know, I know.â He croons at you, keeping his voice soft and hushed as if he were coaxing a skittish animal to warm up to him. âThis isnât the life you would have chosen for yourself if youâd had the chance, and thatâs okay. But whatâs done is already done. Weâll be husband and wife someday soon so that makes you my habibti. Getting upset about it wonât change that, will it?âÂ
You draw a sharp breath, instinctively readying to fight him on that, but the words catch in your throat. Not only because you already knew it would be useless and no amount of talking on your part ever seemed to convince Sethos that this wasnât right, but also because of the steady way he just keeps smiling at you. Like his confidence on the matter was so resolute and unfaltering that even if you did try to plead your case it wouldnât have any affect on his belief in these simple facts. And thatâs exactly what it was. Simple fact.Â
It really was a lost cause. Heâd already made up his mind long ago that this was just the way things were and you were going to be his wife. No ifs, ands or buts about it.
The fight promptly drains from you at that realization, leaving you feeling hollow and decidedly bereft of even enough energy to keep drawing air into your lungs. There was no point in fighting it.Â
âNo, it wonât.â You murmur at last, earning a brief squeeze to your fingers.Â
âSee? Then thereâs nothing to be mad about. I donât blame you for not liking all the trouble the elders put you through. I wouldnât enjoy their knitting or cooking lessons either. Thatâs why I wanted to bring you out here today so you could get a break from them.âÂ
Feeling a little guilty for your behavior now, you drop your attention to look down at your lap. âIâm sorry. I know I shouldnât take it out on you.âÂ
âThatâs alright,â He tells you softly. âBut I have noticed youâve been getting more and more irritable lately. You know I donât like to see you like this, habibti. Do you need me to tend to you like last time?âÂ
Your stomach wrenches so suddenly and so aggressively you almost feel nauseous with the abrupt rush of dread that settles over you. Itâs a violent subconscious reaction that is at complete and total odds with how casually unassuming the question had been.Â
Stiffening up to sit ramrod straight, you tersely give your captured hand a yank but he holds fast. Youâd known better, of course, but âÂ
âNo. Not here, Sethos! Donât - -âÂ
Softly shushing you again, he scoots closer to join you on the edge of the blanket as his opposite hand comes up to reach for your face. You quickly snap your head away from him but this does you no good either. He just curls his strong, roughly calloused fingers over your cheek so he can force your attention back around to look at him. Although gentle about it, heâs so demanding in the way he nudges you that you have no choice but to comply.
And the tears youâd worked so hard to force back immediately spring up full force to make your vision swim. Sucking in a wet, faltering breath, you pleadingly peer over at your future husband, begging him to spare you the embarrassment of what he was suggesting. The other men were still only a few yards away playing their silly game, theyâd see everything!Â
âPlease. I donât want to do it. I - I donât like it, I really donât.âÂ
âIâm not sure I believe that, beautiful. You were so good for me the last time and well behaved too. Even grandfather remarked on how obedient you were.â Tenderly stroking his thumb across your skin, Sethos peers into your face with that confident, knowing little grin. âItâs okay, donât fret now. I understand that you can be irrational at times but we know just how to fix that, donât we?âÂ
Your lower lip sadly warbles as he guides you into a nodding motion, encouraging compliance even when youâd rather do anything else than agree to this. But there wasnât much you could do to actually fight it. Between being a prisoner of the Temple of Silence, functionally nothing more than a slave, and as his promised future bride, you simply didnât have the privilege of choice. No matter how much you wanted to tell him ânoâ and kick, and spit until he finally gave up on the idea, you just couldnât do that.Â
So you merely sit there when he leans into you, letting him slot his mouth over yours with only a tiny little whimper to show for it. The way he kisses you is just as sure and confident as everything else he does, leaving you with no choice but to reluctantly give in to the demanding push and pull of his lips. He wanted you to reciprocate and so you do.Â
And when he slides his hand down off your cheek to deliberately push at your shoulder, indicating he wanted you to lie back, you do that too. Stiff and halting, you gingerly ease yourself down to the ground while Sethos follows after you so he can keep claiming your mouth for himself.Â
Once heâs got you laid out next to him, he lets his topmost hand wander to firmly grope over your chest and give the tits underneath your clothes a savory squeeze. You canât help squirming against him at the immediate rush of sensation you feel while his surprisingly big hands knead over the fleshy swells until you canât quite stop yourself from bringing your thighs together in a listless press. He did indeed make you feel good when he touched like this and if heâd just leave it at that you probably wouldnât have been so opposed to it.Â
But he eventually grabs hold of your hip to direct you to roll half of the way over, which you shudderingly do to leave your ass pressed into his hip. Still hungrily kissing you, Sethos rather unceremoniously starts to gather your long skirt so he can hike it up around your waist and expose your lower body to the air. Itâs not overly comfortable lying like that, with your hips twisted around to grant him the access he sought and your neck craned back to give him your mouth, but you have no choice in this either.Â
All you can do is helplessly lie there while he hooks a hand under the bend of your topmost knee so he can pull it wide to hook over his leg. That leaves the spot between your thighs completely exposed and vulnerable, and you shudder fiercely when he reaches down to smooth his fingers over your cunt.Â
Except it is not flesh and blood he touches but rather the cool metal of the gilded chastity device you were forced to wear. It was lightweight and flexible enough to move with your body, yet also sturdy enough to discourage any attempt at removing the barrier by force. Not even Sethos had the key to the little lock keeping it snugly in place where it fed down from the band that was tightly secured around your middle. Only Bamoun had the power to free you from the physical manifestation of your servitude, and he would give that same power over to your betrothed on the night of your wedding. But until then you were made to wear it day in and day out, permitted only to take it off to bathe once in the morning and once at night.Â
Your one and only consolation in this matter was that at least Bamoun didnât personally handle the tediously dehumanizing routine himself and instead handed off the key to one of the other female hand servants to take care of. It wasnât much of a compromise when you really thought about it but at least that saved you the humiliation of having the old manâs hands all over you, touching you where you really did not want to be touched.
But in the here and now when Sethos is lightly brushing his fingers over the strip of gold plated metal, you find yourself sensitively trembling for him all the same. You couldnât feel anything at all through the chastity belt but the visual alone is enough to make your pussy flood with overly eager, long neglected slick. Even if you werenât particularly happy about it, you were still keen to be touched there and you did like Sethos enough not to curse him for it.Â
Groaning a breathy, threadbare sound, you fist your nearest hand in the front of his shirt and jut your pelvis up towards his fingers. It didnât matter if it was an effort in futility or not when you were so desperate for any stimulation at all that you felt nearly delirious with it at just the slightest suggestion. No one had ever touched you there before, not even yourself. Not like this. Youâd only been at the very onset of puberty when you ended up here and the realization that you were a virgin was in part what had made Bamoun decide to marry you off to his grandson.Â
Heâd said he wanted to keep it like that, to make sure you stayed pure and intact until the time came for Sethos to bed you, but in taking away anyone elseâs access to your body heâd also taken away yours. There was only a small hole cut out of the otherwise perfectly smooth plate that allowed you to urinate through it but nothing else. It wasnât even adequately big for you to slip one of your fingers inside.Â
The only point of entry was further back where the plate ended and the securing metal chord started. The entire contraption was much too snug against you where it fed up between your ass cheeks to move it very much, but there was just enough give for him to shift the thin chain aside and gain entry.Â
And thatâs exactly what he does now, stretching his fingers down over your cunt to brush against the pucker of your hole when he hooks them into the chain. A low, faltering mewl tumbles out of your mouth when he nudges it as far as it will go to leave your anus completely exposed, and you jolt when you catch a masculine snicker off in the near distance.Â
You knew the other men must have been glancing over and probably elbowing each other over it but you couldnât bring yourself to look. Instead you just screw your eyes shut and suck in one ragged breath after another, jittery panic gripping you tight while Sethos lightly runs his finger back and forth over the puffy wrinkle.Â
âShh, just relax. Donât worry about them right now,â He whispers against your cheek, soft yet unrelenting at the same time. âFocus on me, habibti. There you go. Deep breaths.âÂ
Struggling just to keep your head on straight, you blearily let your head loll back against the ground and attempt to follow his instructions. The shift makes the tears in your eyes dislodge themselves from your lash line, letting them dribble wet tracks down your face to fall off into the sand.Â
There was something inherently wrong about this too, of that you were certain. Youâd never seen such flagrant public displays of human sexuality before coming here and the lack of shame so many of the men seemed to have about it had frightened you a great deal at first. It seemed any woman who was not strong enough to defend herself from their advances was free game but as Sethosâ betrothed you werenât even really permitted to fight back. His right to your body was absolute and unquestionable, regardless of the time or the place. And since you were still technically an intact virgin in their eyes, doing it this way didnât even earn the disapproval of his grandfather.Â
Sethosâ cleverness was unmatched though so it didnât really come as a great surprise that he would find a suitable workaround for this. But that doesnât make it any easier for you to accept this sort of treatment or come to terms with it when every single alarm bell was going off in the back of your mind. If it was just him you might have been more amenable â would have been when you were so easily riled up due to years of neglect, but you didnât want the others to see you like this!Â
âOh no, no, albee. Donât cry. Iâm here, donât worry. Iâll have you all sorted out in no time, I promise.âÂ
He shifts against you then, hand falling away to reach back for something tucked away in his sash. You had a few guesses what it might be, of course, and you just lie there sniffling sadly to yourself while he fumbles behind you for a moment before settling in again.Â
Cautiously lifting your head, you take care not to look too far ahead and instead focus in on Sethosâ hand and the little glass vial heâs thumbing open. Youâve been through this enough times with him to know itâs sticky olive oil thickly sloshing around inside, though heâd at times also used other kinds of impromptu lubricants when the need arose. This kind of oil was his favorite though for its effectiveness and you find that youâre a little relieved to see he had some on hand. You werenât sure you could properly relax your muscles when you were all but thrumming like an active livewire in this humiliating situation, but the oil should at least ensure you donât tear.Â
Still murmuring soft nothings to you, Sethos reaches down again and carefully upends the small bottle to allow a healthy dollop to ooze out. It lands almost smack dab in the center of your asshole and you hiss a seething sound while he sets the vial aside where it wouldnât get knocked over.Â
Then heâs bringing his hand back down to eagerly rub the pads of his fingers through the clinging oil, working it into your skin. Even just that much feels good, youâre mortified to realize, and you reluctantly start to give in to the attention grabbing ache in your gut that demands you seek pleasure in some form.Â
While you werenât exactly pleased to be doing this out in the open, right in front of his friends, there was no use denying that his logic in this was reasonable. You had been soothed to complacency the last time he did this to you, and the time before that, and the one before that as well. It was the closest thing to a stress reliever you could get out here when you were neither permitted to touch your own cunt or pick up a curved scimitar for you to swing around.Â
Even Sethos didnât trust you that much to let you get your hands on a weapon, and that was probably for the best.Â
So you just make do with softly groaning through the tears tracking down your face as he works over the puffed up rim of your entrance, encouraging you to relax into it with gentle words spoken against your cheek between the kisses he places there. Not for the first time you think that Sethos will make for a very fine lover someday and you were probably lucky in that regard, but you still wished you could have chosen to be with him instead of having it decided for you.Â
You probably would have chosen him too, in all honesty.Â
âDoes that feel good, beautiful?â He murmurs, prompting you to nudge your chin in a faltering nod.Â
âY - yes. Will you ⊠stick it in?âÂ
âIf thatâs what you want me to do.âÂ
He starts to lean further over you as if to fully cage you in underneath him but the shuffle of boots in the sand immediately brings his head back up. Squeaking a horrified sound, you shyly bring your hands up to cover your flustered face but even with an audience watching Sethos just keeps rubbing his sticky fingers across your puckered hole as if this were a totally normal, everyday occurrence.Â
âSorry to interrupt, boss. Rahid hurt himself trying to show off so weâre going to bandage him up real quick. You want us to start a fire and make a quick lunch or âŠâÂ
The âare you too busy fingering your future brideâ goes unspoken but the other man doesnât really need to say it at that point. You can hear it clearly in his voice, and you whimper a dire tinged sound when Sethos starts to press in on the center of the slackened wrinkle to tease you with the suggestion of penetration.Â
âYeah, you guys just relax for a while. Weâll be done soon.âÂ
âYou got it.âÂ
As his footsteps start to retreat, you slowly lower your fingers to peer up at Sethos with a teary eyed look. âThis is why I said not here âŠâ
âAw, come on. No harm, no foul, right? Theyâve all seen worse.â Carelessly shrugging off your concerns as usual, Sethos pins you with the sparkling green of his eyes and leans into you again. âBesides, once weâre married I can have you anywhere I want and it wonât just be your cute ass I have access to then. Might as well get used to it now, huh?âÂ
âYouâre awful.âÂ
Laughing quietly under his breath, he starts to put a bit more pressure on your entrance and you gasp when that finger starts to slip inside. One measly inch at a time, it forces your inner sleeve to expand and open up for him until he can sheathe it in you straight down to the knuckle. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a low, warbling sound of pleasure, but both of you already knew that it wasnât enough. Youâd been through this too many times for a single digit to stretch you out the way you wanted to be stretched.Â
Gradually sliding his hand back until just the tip of his finger remains wedged inside your puffy rim, Sethos slowly pushes back in with two this time. As he settles in to fuck you with them, you outright seethe at the sensation as much as at the sticky wet clicks he pulls from your asshole on each upward plunge. Your body greedily sucks at them and tries to take him in deeper but thereâs nowhere else for him to go with his knuckles already flush to your skin.Â
So he soon adds a third to really stretch your hole open and it puts so much delicious pressure on your squeezing guts that you almost manage to forget where you are.Â
Hissing a vicious sound, you blindly reach down to curl your hand over the metal plate as if to rub yourself but of course you canât. You just find your fingers impotently pawing over the spot where your cunt should have been while the sticky sensation of building slick seeps out of you to make a mess along the interior of it. Itâs so frustrating that you could almost scream, and Sethos quickly hunches close to press his mouth against your temple when you become increasingly more agitated.Â
âShhh. Just relax, habibti. Weâll have that off of you in no time and then Iâll play with your little pussy as much as you want, okay?âÂ
âPlease ⊠stick it in, Sethos, I canât take it anymore.âÂ
Rumbling a low sound of pleasure, he carefully withdraws his fingers from your ass to leave it clenching around nothing while he works to get his pants unfastened. Panting heavily and clutching the front of his shirt in a death grip, you dazedly tip your head to watch him reach for the olive oil again. Another small drop directly to your asshole is quickly followed by a generous portion to his rigid cock which he pumps a few times to smear the copious liquid over it.Â
Then heâs finally nudging himself right up against you, using his hand to guide his length to your waiting entrance. The other wedges itself under your back to come up around on the other side, clutching you so tightly against him you can scarcely breathe. Angling his narrow hips up, he presses the fleshy head into you and begins to push inside, making your mouth drop open on a silent scream.Â
It felt good. So, so much better than his fingers had, and the immediate rush of ecstasy has you weakly shaking in his arms. The vibration of his masculine groan right next to your head all but has you seeing double and your head drunkenly lolls back while he works himself deeper, basking in the gradual stretch of your hole.Â
And he doesnât wait for you to adjust, knowing you were already sufficiently loosened for him from all the other times youâd previously done this. He just starts thrusting, keeping his strokes evenly drawn out and steady to really make you feel the drag of him against your guts. Youâre hyper aware of your sphincter weakly clinging to his length on the way out only to be forced back in on the next upward push and it drives you positively wild.Â
Especially when he latches onto your softly moving breast with the hand heâd wedged under your back, playing with the stiff nipple right through your shirt. Outright squealing in pleasure now, you fitfully buck your hips to push down on him and meet his plunging cock head on, earning another faltering groan from him.Â
âGood girl. Oooughn, thatâs a good girl, beautiful. You like that? Huh? Like having my cock that deep in your ass?âÂ
âOh! God ⊠h - harder, Sethos, please!âÂ
A rattling breath puffs out of him in response but he obliges, working his flexing hips more vigorously to really drive himself into your softly squelching ass. The sharp sound of skin smacking against skin rises louder in the air as he drills into you with enough force to really make your tits bounce now. And his other hand quickly comes up to fumble with the hem of your top, shoving it out of the way to expose your chest.Â
Keening a delighted sound when he bends his head close to capture one of the bobbing nipples in his mouth, you carefully bring your head up to peer out over the sand dune. Sure enough, his friends are sitting around a small campfire some few yards away and they were definitely still within ear shot. But their attention largely remains locked ahead, focusing on whatever they were busying themselves with rather than the sordid display happening just behind them, and youâre reminded once again how different the rules of the desert actually are compared to that of the rainforest. Something like this would never fly in Sumeru City, surely.Â
But here itâs as if itâs so commonplace that even your shrill feminine cries donât draw their glances. It was just as Sethos said. Theyâd seen much worse, had heard much worse and had likely done much worse themselves. Watching you get your ass stretched out on Sethosâ cock wasnât even all that interesting to them, evidently.Â
Mewling a frazzled sound, you let your head fall back as you blindly reach down for your cunt again. Even knowing itâs an effort in futility isnât quite enough to stop you from trying to follow through on the instinctive compulsion, and a pitiful whimper escapes you when your fingers just glance over cool, unfeeling metal. You could tell you were positively soaked through though, and you would be glad to return to the Temple to bathe.Â
But luckily you still feel the internal pressure within you steadily building even without being able to play with your pussy to help it along. Sethos does an excellent job of that between his pistoning cock and the concerted efforts of his mouth and hands on your tits. Itâs almost as if in not being able to derive any pleasure from your cunt, every other erogenous zone on your body was all the more sensitive for it. Your nipples achingly throb in time with the rhythmic pulse in your ass, mirroring your wild heartbeat thrice over, and it doesnât take long for you to reach the tipping point like this.Â
What finally sends you over the edge is Sethos, in all his cunning wisdom, taking pinching hold of both stiff teats and giving them a sharp twist. You plaintively squeal, back bowing dramatically to angle your pelvis just right to have him jabbing up at the perfect spot inside your guts. You cum with a violent shudder, wailing a stricken sound as your ass sporadically squeezes around him to milk everything it could get out of the orgasm.Â
That warm flutter of your walls squeezing around him seems to all but steal the oxygen right out of Sethosâ lungs and he wheezes, lurching against you with a wounded groan. His thrusts turn sloppy and uneven while he chases that pinprick high until he cums too, giving a sudden, fitful jerk to accompany the twitch of his cock where itâs buried deep inside you.Â
You havenât even had enough time to recover from your own release yet and the sensation of him shooting off in your ass, painting your interior creamy and white, pulls an overwrought sound from your rattling chest. But then itâs over, just like that, and the two of you lay there for a long moment, panting against one another as the endorphin buzz settles over you.Â
Finally lifting his head to look you in the face again, Sethos reaches up to thoughtlessly push all that excess of thick hair back over his shoulder where it had started to slide forward. âFeeling any better now?âÂ
It takes a good deal of effort not to roll your eyes but you abstain for the simple fact that ⊠you did feel better, actually. âI hate to admit it and run the risk of further inflating your ego, but yes. I do. Are you happy?âÂ
âVery.â He grins at you, leaning close to give the end of your nose a quick, playful kiss. âYouâre always a much better listener when your body is happy.â
You canât help but frown slightly at that. âWhat do you mean? I always listen to you. Itâs not like I really have much of a choice.â
âWell, yes, but thereâs a difference between listening and listening, if you know what I mean. Come on. Youâre smart. You get what Iâm trying to say, right?âÂ
âI suppose so. What did you want to say then?âÂ
Humming a soft little sound under his breath, Sethos pushes up on his elbow so he can look down at you, smiling that deceptively unassuming smile again. âI just wanted you to know that I understand where youâre coming from. Really, I do. Iâd be pretty unhappy too if I were in your shoes, but we donât need to make this any harder than it needs to be. Once I take over for grandfather, Iâll be happy to give you all the freedom you want. I wouldnât even mind if you wanted to go back to the rainforest sometime.âÂ
Your eyes go big and round, so caught off guard by what heâs saying that for a long moment youâre not quite sure what to say. Was he serious or ⊠was this some sort of cruel trap?Â
âReally? You actually mean that?âÂ
âMhm! Youâd just have to promise to come back, thatâs all. Youâll still be my wife, you know.â
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