#meanwhile his niece (one of his brother’s daughters)

[herawell]

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[floatyflowers]

Dark! House Of The Dragon x Game of Thrones! Reader|Part 5

<<< Part 4

Rhaenyra locked you in your chambers once she received the news of Luke's death.

You couldn't blame her, one of her children were killed by her half-brother.

On the other hand, you could barely eat anything, all you could think about is the doom that this war will cause.

You feel ashamed for miscalculating the whole situation, Aemond is a monster just like the rest of the Hightowers.

The boy whom you defended when you were young, went on and betrayed you.

Rhaenyra only allowed you outside your chambers when Jacaerys returned from the North.

All you could do is hug him and your mother as you all mourn the death of Lucerys.

At that moment all Jacaerys thought about is to take his dragon and burn down Kingslanding along with the greens.

To keep the rest of his family protected... To protect you and his daughter.

One night, Daemon visited your chambers, while Jacaerys was with Rhaenyra discussing war plans.

Daemon promised you to revenge Lucerys and gave you a Velaryian steel dagger for protection.

"I want the war to end, Daemon"

"The war will end when those who harmed us will pay, sweet child"

Meanwhile in the red keep, Aegon II enjoyed the feeling of being a king.

But there is one person missing, you, his sweet niece.

Aegon wishes to take you as a second wife and is planning to end your husband to achieve such a thing.

Only one problem, Aemond is thinking of the same thing.

Part 6 >>>

[flowerandblood]

The Lost Haven (8/16)

[ modern mafia • Aemond x niece • female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, smut, the angst, broad description of suicide attempt (blood), forbidden relationship, half-manipulation, imprisonment, mention of murder, kind of toxic behaviour, violence, uncomfortable conversations, bad, bad things ]

[ description: The vacation from eight years ago still haunts his memories and doesn't let him forget what happened between him and his niece, the daughter of his sister and Harwin Strong. Their paths separate and he immerses himself in his father's mafia world until the day she calls him for the first time since those events. Sexual tension, dark, dangerous, withdrawn, thirsty Aemond. ]

Author’s note: As promised, this is another, this time official modern version of The Fall from the Heavens. In this version, Daemon is not related to the family, but is simply Rhaenyra's husband and the leader of the second gang, Alys and Larys are also not related to each other, but Larys is Harwin's brother. I will partly refer to the original series, hiding some easter eggs, and some will be a completely new, fresh plot. As in every universe, only Aemond calls her Rhaenys and this is not her real name (she is unnamed character and the others also do not know that he calls her that). There will be a lot more brutality and angst in this version, so watch out. You can read this as a standalone story.

Series & Characters Moodboard Aemond & Rhaenys Moodboard

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She knew that she was paying for her naivety and stupidity, for not listening to Daemon and her premonition. She wasn't even able to fully blame her uncle for what had happened, because even though he was the one who had imprisoned her, she had thrown herself into his arms herself.

She let him thrust into her body, she let him fill herself with his warm seed, thinking that perhaps there was a way for them, no matter how twisty and difficult.

Lying in his room on his bed, pretending she didn't see his pleading, desperate looks in her direction, she had plenty of time to think about herself and her life.

She realised that everything she was doing, her naivety, her desire to help him stemmed from the belief that if it was possible to fix him, to set him on the right path, to free him from this sullen, dark fate, there was also hope for her.

The hope that one day there would come a moment in her life when she would feel peace.

Meanwhile, instead of peace, something else filled her.

Emptiness.

She felt nothing when it turned out that he had taken her phone, when he locked his room door when he left, when he spoke to her or asked her something.

She pretended that all this wasn't happening, that she was actually on the beach, gazing out at the endless sea, listening to its sound.

She couldn't bear the sight of him, the smell of him, his touch, and everything she had dreamed of and held dear became, in her eyes, foreign and hated: hearing him, she felt as if a stranger, with whom she wanted nothing to do, was speaking to her.

She did not want his explanations.

His apology.

She felt nothing, experienced nothing, needed nothing.

She didn't even feel the need to go home: even if she were free again, it wouldn't change anything.

Her uncle had broken something in her and they both knew it.

Her heart trembled in sympathy and grief only at the sight of Helaena: his sister had been patient, warm and affectionate caretaker towards her. They did not, however, usually exchange even a word.

There was no need: she knew that Helaena was a hostage and prisoner of her family as much as she was, and that there was nothing she could do to help her.

"I'm worried about Aemond." She said one time, handing her a towel in the bathroom.

She could have covered herself with a curtain in the bath, but Helaena needed to be in the room with her.

They wanted to be sure she wouldn't hurt herself.

She looked at her and put on the T-shirt she got from her that served as her pyjamas.

She didn't answer.

She didn't know what.

Helaena looked at her fingers, playing with them in a nervous gesture exactly as her brothers had done, all probably inheriting it from their mother.

"I caught him browsing your Instagram account one evening, couple of months ago. He was sitting in the living room with a drink and thought he was alone. He was about to do something with our grandfather. He didn't hear me come downstairs and freaked out. He turned off his app as soon as he saw me."

She looked at her in disbelief, feeling a squeeze in her heart, discomfort, pain and heat ripple through her body at the thought that, contrary to what she thought, he hadn't forgotten her at all.

"I tried to help him and he took advantage of me. Forgive me, but I am no longer able to sympathise with him." She whispered, picking up her things from the floor. His sister swallowed hard, looking up at her.

"Since that night. Since our father died. Since he saw you. For a moment, something changed in him. He seemed content. Calmer than usual. He told me he was thinking of going to university part-time. I didn't know you were the one helping him with that." She muttered, stepping closer to her, looking somewhere to the side, as if distracted.

"You can't save someone who doesn't want it." She said in a trembling voice, wondering what she wanted from her, how could she think that after what he had done to her she would care about his decisions and what he chose to do.

He had mocked her, objectified her, humiliated her.

He left her with nothing, stripped her of all virtues and values.

"Our grandfather knows when to act like part of the family and when to act like a ruler. He does this to each of us. He knows our weaknesses. Our unfulfilled desires, our flaws, our complexes. He knows who among us is the most miserable, the most vulnerable. The most weak." She said, avoiding eye contact with her, looking around the room, tense.

She pressed her clothes to her chest, feeling the squeeze in her throat at her words, the sympathy and pain that showed she was no different from him.

They both were weak.

They always were, even then, during that summer.

They were sad, hopeless and small children, finding each other in the end, comforting one another with their presence.

"I can't help him anymore. He's made his decision and I'm here. I don't think there's anything more we can say to each other."

That night she couldn't sleep: he hadn't been back for a long time wherever he was, and the thought that perhaps someone had shot him or taken revenge on him didn't fill her with peace.

Despite everything she felt, she didn't want him to die.

She shuddered when she heard footsteps in the corridor and then the sound of a key turning in the lock. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep when he came inside, closing the door behind him.

She heard him pull off his jacket and shoes, trying not to make any noise, and then he came towards her, leaning over her with a quiet sigh. She swallowed hard when he gently covered her with the duvet, when his wide, warm hand combed through her hair as if she were a small child.

She was furious with herself that she felt tears under her eyelids as soon as he pulled away and lay down on the mattress, when she heard him say hello to Vhagar, who licked his fingers.

She was furious that some part of her still craved his closeness, that his touch made her feel safe, just as it had then, that summer.

The only joy in her days filled with shame and grief was Vhagar.

Her uncle's dog was gigantic and had big brown eyes. Vhagar was as distrustful as he was and did not approach her at first, but watched her closely as she lay on the floor, and when she held out her hand to her, she sniffed the air, wanting to smell her with her large, black, wet nose.

Like him, Vhagar required patience and understanding, respecting her barriers.

Eventually, however, she allowed herself to be touched, sealing her acceptance with a long, sticky lick from which her fingers were all moist. Being with her and touching her soft, warm fur was a form of therapy for her: she couldn't find comfort in his arms even though she craved it, and she knew he was dying to touch her.

However, if she broke down and let him, she would lose the remnants of her self-respect and her own dignity.

Although she tried to reject these thoughts and feelings that filled her, what she had repressed during the day came back to her in her dream: she saw her uncle lying in a pool of blood, his face cut, his eyes gouged out in revenge for what he had done to one of the men who had not paid him on time.

The scream she let out seemed inhuman to her and she didn't even know she had really let it out. She pulled herself up on the bed, terrified by the darkness and the fact that she did not recognise the room she was in when she heard something move on the floor.

"– Rhaenys? – Rhaenys, what happened? –" She heard his voice and looked at him with big eyes, whooping with her own tears, sobbing loudly as she felt relieved despite everything he had done to her.

He was alive.

"– did you have a bad dream? –" He asked, looking at her with a sincere worry from which she felt pain in her heart, thinking in disbelief that she wanted to throw herself into his arms and cuddle up to him.

"– hey – hey, baby – it's okay –" He whispered soothingly, rising slowly, approaching her uncertainly. She lifted her shoulders up, simultaneously wanting and not wanting this.

She felt a pleasant shiver as he sat down beside her, his hand gently touching her shoulder.

She swallowed hard when he dared to put his other hand on her head and sank his face into her neck – she felt like bursting into sobs feeling his familiar scent, his familiar warmth, her body relaxing involuntarily into his embrace against her will.

"– shhh – easy – easy, little one – no one will hurt you –" He assured her, only to sink his face into the top of her head a moment later, stroking her shuddering body soothingly with his hands.

You've already done it, she thought with pain.

The person before whom she was most vulnerable, whom she allowed to touch her naked body, whom she allowed to be deep inside her, as intimate as possible.

She thought, feeling her body convulsing as she tried to calm her breathing, that she had nothing left.

"– I'm not sure I want to live anymore –" She mumbled out, surprising herself with these words that came straight from her heart.

She heard him draw in the air loudly, terrified, rocking her in his embrace as if she were a small child.

"– no – don’t say that – it won’t take long – my grandfather is in contact with your mother – they will soon come to an agreement and you will return home –" He whispered as if he thought that was what she meant.

That she just wanted to go home.

"– you broke my heart –" She said, wanting him to understand that her going back anywhere wouldn't change anything, because what he had done to her no place could fix.

She didn't really care now where she was or what was happening to her.

She felt regret towards herself that when she heard him burst out crying she involuntarily felt sympathy for him.

"– forgive me – I regret this like nothing else in my life, I swear – I will spend my life trying to make it up to you –" He muttered, his warm, full lips starting to place wet, lingering, desperate kisses on her face, wanting to somehow soften her words and what she had said, but she felt worse and worse.

"– I love you – I love you in every sense of the word –"

Lie.

"– I don't believe you –"

She heard him wail quietly, hugging her as tightly as if he wanted to break her bones, melt into one with her so she could never escape him again.

"– I understand it – and I don't dare ask for it –" He whispered with difficulty, and she clenched her eyes shut, herself feeling the hot tears one by one begin to run down her face.

They were just empty words that couldn't change anything.

"– that feeling I had inside me was the only thing that allowed me to breathe – and you took it away from me –" She whined into his neck, finally saying what she had been feeling all this time, the regret, the disappointment, the terror and the emptiness she felt deep inside her flowed out of her mouth.

She was sure he was going to start denying it, saying he would make it up to her, but instead she heard his mournful cry, his kisses on her face, neck and shoulders loud, sticky, ravenous, his breath heavy and raspy, making her feel a pleasant tickle between her thighs in spite of herself.

"– I love you – I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much –" He mumbled out and she snuggled into him harder, wanting to hurt and comfort him at the same time, to reject and accept him deep inside her.

Some part of her wanted to believe him again.

She gasped, surprised to feel her nipples grow hard, to feel her warm cunt pulsate around nothing as his broad hand slid slowly under her t-shirt, trailing down her back while his swollen lips did not pull away from her bare skin.

"– I love you –" He assured her, the strokes of his hand, his wet, hot lips increasingly ambiguous and intimate, the tips of his fingers trailing down her spine, making a wonderful shiver run through her again and again, from which she finally moaned.

"– you hurt me –" She mumbled out regretfully through her tears, inhaling his scent, hating him for how good she felt with him, hating him for how much she wanted him, hating him for needing him so badly and him taking advantage of her.

"– no more – I swear – all I want is you –" He breathed out, pressing her tighter to him, her lips in some subconscious, involuntary reflex brushing against his neck, tasting his sweat and his perfume.

"– please – please, baby, please –" He exhaled, their fingers clenching tighter on their bodies, proving where this was going, how much they both needed comfort, reassurance, a moment of pleasure and warmth, what only they could give each other.

She shuddered and froze when she felt his hand slide down her back to her bare buttocks, digging his fingers into them, feeling the cold sweat on her neck.

She pushed him away, panting heavily, and quickly moved away, pressing her back against the cold wall. She looked at him with big eyes, feeling her whole body quiver with desire, her cunt pulsing greedily, dripping all over from her wetness.

"– no – no, no, no, you're doing this to me again –" She cried out, shaking her head, horrified at the effect he had on her, how easily he manipulated her.

She was a stupid idiot, exactly as Daemon had said.

Her uncle shook his head, moving closer to her, in some pathetic, helpless gesture grabbing her calves, kissing her knees as if he wanted to fall to her feet.

"– no, I swear – I want you so badly –"

"– your grandfather told you to do this? – to soften me up so that in case my mother didn't agree he would get shares in her companies through me? –" She asked with anger, thinking that surely that was the case, that this was just part of their plan.

She couldn't let them down, she couldn't make a fool of herself once again.

Her uncle looked at her with eyes red from tears, his face all swollen, his lips parted in a heavy, raspy breaths.

"– no – I was the one who demanded that I could be by your side – that no one but me could bother you – to make sure you were safe –" He muttered and she shook her head, thinking she couldn't believe him.

"– I want to go to sleep – I want to go to sleep –" She mumbled out, herself no longer knowing what she was feeling or thinking.

She turned her face to the wall and hugged its cold structure as if she wanted to melt into it, the space between her thighs hot and wet, throbbing from the tension that filled her entire lower abdomen.

She pursed her lips into a thin line when she felt him clamp his hand on her waist, his face pressed against her back.

"– I'm sorry – I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry – please, don't reject me – I promise I'll be good now – I'm studying, I'm going to take my exams, I'm going to go to university – please, be there for me – it doesn't matter without you – my life doesn't matter if I can't share it with you –" He whined pleadingly, falling into hysteria, bursting out in such a loud, pitiful, almost childish cry that she began to weep herself, not knowing what to do, where to go to escape the chaos of feelings and thoughts that were filling her head.

Although she wanted to, she couldn't push him away after those words and she let him fall asleep cuddled into her back.

The next day, lying down, staring at the wall, waiting for him to wake up, she looked between her and the bed and saw something shiny on the floor. She slipped her hand into the gap and when she caught it, she thought with a heavy beating heart that it was the blade to a small bookbinding knife.

She swallowed loudly as she grasped it in her fingers and slowly raised her hand, slipping it into her towel that lay on the chair just above her head.

He had told her that day that her mother would try to reach an agreement with them if she could see her.

She thought with disgust and shame that her mother and Daemon would have to sacrifice what was rightfully theirs because she had been stupid and naive, because she had disobeyed them, because she had shown thoughtlessness.

She decided that she would make it right.

That she would do something that would destroy Otto's entire plan and allow Daemon to keep what he wanted.

She thought that perhaps her step-father would understand that she had done this for him.

That this was her apology.

"I'd like to take a bath."

True to her assumption, her uncle was careful and removed the key from the bathroom lock, informing her that she had ten minutes, however, to her relief, he did not check her towel.

When he closed the door she quickly turned the water on, not wanting him to get suspicious, and slid the blade out of the cloth, turning it in her fingers.

This was her escape route.

Her final word.

She stepped into the tub, sinking into the pleasantly warm, crystal clear water and leaned her back against the backrest, breathing loudly, feeling fear, uncertainty and doubt.

She didn't want this, but there was no other choice.

Even if she went home, she would not escape the prison that was her heart.

She was unable to stop loving him.

This thought made her sink the blade into the skin of her wrist.

She hissed, feeling with tears in her eyes how unpleasant, rough and stinging this feeling was, uncomfortable, exactly as her feelings towards her uncle.

She smiled under her breath thinking that he would be the one to find her.

She wondered if she would break his heart in this way, just as he had broken hers.

When she did the same with her other wrist she dropped the blade on the tiles and leaned her head back, lying in peaceful silence, hearing only the hum of water around her.

She closed her eyes, imagining that she was by the sea again, with him, listening as he told her about how old and valuable the coin they had found was.

Tears ran down her cheeks at the thought that in a moment she would join that boy.

The man standing outside the door had killed him long ago.

And then she fell asleep, and though she heard someone's voice, felt someone touch her, felt someone calling her name, she could not open her eyes, feeling calm and light.

Free.

She hissed, feeling an unpleasant burning sensation in her wrists and twisted on the bed, opening her eyelids with difficulty. She felt the sun shining on her face, the familiar smell of disinfectants all around her, the quiet beeping of the machines controlling her heart rate just above her head.

She looked to the side and saw the figure of Daemon sitting in a chair, looking at her exactly as he had then, when her uncle had brought her home from Heavenly Beach.

She felt her body begin to quiver in shame and fear: even though she tried, she couldn't find the words to express what she was feeling, and although she had never called him that, at that moment something snapped inside her.

"– I'm sorry – I'm sorry, Dad – I believed him – I was only supposed to bring him the books, nothing more – I was trying to fix it –" She mumbled out, bursting into sobs, struggling to catch air between the successive sentences that left her mouth.

Something in her step-father's gaze changed – he swallowed hard and twisted in his seat, clenching his hands into fists.

It seemed to her that some part of him sympathised with her.

"– I know –"

Those words, though short and dispassionate, meant more to her than he could have imagined.

Although he was furious with her, and he had every right to be, he understood why she did what she did and that she believed it would help his cause.

"– you did it for me – didn't you? –" He asked, looking at her wrists.

She nodded, trying to catch her breath, feeling that her cheeks and eyelids were all swollen with tears of sadness, grief and pain.

He lowered his gaze and sighed heavily, turning his head to the side, looking towards the window.

"– don't ever do it again – your mother almost died of despair –" He said, and she nodded again, letting his large hand close over her fingers.

"– you are a naive, stupid child – but mine – you will be under my full control from now on – you will not go anywhere without me, your mother or my bodyguards – do you understand? –" He asked and she nodded, feeling shame.

He was right.

She was a naive, stupid child who someone had to watch over to make sure she didn't mess up again.

Despite her initial horror that everyone would hate her, she was welcomed home with relief and joy: she knew that to some extent this was influenced by what she had done, but at least it made everyone understand that she regretted what had happened.

"– that son of a bitch – I swear I'll kill him with my own hands –" Jace said to her, embracing her tenderly as if she were a teddy bear.

She felt pain and discomfort at the thought that some part of her wanted to ask him not to hurt her uncle.

She wondered how much of this was due to how he was manipulating her and how much was due to how she really felt about him.

She knew that Daemon, Jace and their men had declared war on Otto: every day someone died in a shootout, and she prayed she wouldn't hear his name overhearing the conversations of her father's bodyguards.

"That boy with one eye sold Larys Strong a bullet in the head. His grandfather's partner! They say he just walked into his office and shot him. He must have pissed him off pretty good." He said, and she swallowed hard, feeling her heart stand up in her throat with terror.

She reached into the pocket of her shorts, pulling out the note he'd left her at the hospital and read its contents for the hundredth time.

I will always watch over you.

A cold shiver ran down her spine at the thought that his confession was literal.

That he had killed him for her.

Do you know who did this?

I can take care of it.

For your comfort.

Those were his words.

I can take care of it for your comfort.

She hid her face in her hands at the thought of him sinking even deeper into darkness for her, thinking that in this way he would atone for what he had done.

Daemon agreed to let her return to the University on the condition that one of his bodyguards would wait in the car the entire time she was in the building, just to make sure she didn't leave or run away.

She agreed to this out of desperation, feeling that she was descending into madness sitting at home, constantly dreaming about him.

About someone bringing them news that he was dead.

Along with the end of the semester, the entry exams for all those who wanted to get into university were also approaching.

She tried not to think about whether he was studying, whether he was going to come and try, recognising that it was just his momentary whim, an attempt to make her believe that he was capable of change.

And then she'd see his silhouette in her memory, bent over a thick tome, read through her textbooks.

She hated herself for sympathising with him.

She hated herself for wanting him to succeed.

Since then neither of them had written or spoken to each other.

Even so, the day she knew the exams were to take place had her walking around in a state of complete shock and panic all day.

"Are you alright? I'm worried about you. You look terrified." Robb said, snapping her out of her reverie.

They had been together for a few months during the past year, as they had become very close on a excavations where they had been the professor's assistants together.

His ironic sense of humour, the glint in his eye and his cheeky smile made her feel a pleasant warmth in her stomach, and when he kissed her one evening she thought there was hope for her.

That she could live a normal life.

She spent her first time with him because she trusted him and knew he was experienced. He was tender and patient with her, excited by her clearly lack of skill in this aspect, by the fact that he could lead her by the hand, show her what desire and fulfilment were.

She was grateful to him for making the loss of her virginity only a little painful for her, and beyond that she felt only pleasure.

Nevertheless, she despaired that the orgasms she experienced with him could not compare to what she felt when she herself sank her hand into her leaking womanhood, imagining that it was her uncle's fingers that was greedily invading her slit.

"– go on – after all, that's what you want – that's why you came to me, isn't it? – for your uncle to take care of you – am I wrong? –"

She had to snuggle her face into the pillow so that her siblings wouldn't hear her moan of delight and relief, while wonderful waves of warmth and pleasure shook her body, causing her to fall into a peaceful, pleasant sleep, still holding her hand between her thighs.

However, it was enough for her to wake up in the morning, and remorse, sadness and disappointment in herself made her unable to breathe or eat.

And then she saw pictures of Robb with the women he had embraced at the club, and while part of her felt pain, part of her also felt relief.

When she broke up with him, he tried to explain to her that nothing had happened, that he had forgotten himself under the influence of alcohol but that he had never, never cheated on her because he had not kissed or had sex with any of them.

She then thought sadly that she could tell him exactly the same thing, however she felt that they were both cheating on each other in some way, just not physically.

She decided that it would be better if they remained friends, and although it was hard for him to bear at first, he seemed to eventually get used to the thought.

Neither of them resented each other.

She lowered her gaze at the thought, embarrassed, not knowing what to answer him, not being able to confess the truth after all.

She was, however, tired of lying.

"My friend was supposed to take his entry exams today. But I don't know if he will. He hurt me and I'm afraid to go there." She said, looking across the corridor to the part in the building where the big auditorium was located.

"Do you want me to go with you?" He suggested, and for some unknown reason she felt grateful to him for the offer.

She nodded, and he smiled at her in a way that she remembered vividly from the moments when she thought they were happy.

When they got there, she saw that the door to the room was open, probably because of how stuffy it was in there.

"Can you see him?" Robb whispered as she leaned out, she could, however, only see the first three rows of pews and did not recognise him among any of the people.

"No. But I can't see much." She muttered.

"Well, tough. We'll wait." He sighed, leaning back against the windowsill with his arms folded.

"Is he your boyfriend?" He asked after a moment with hesitation in his voice.

"No." She mumbled, looking at her fingers in shame. Robb raised his eyebrows, stroking his chin as if something in her words comforted him.

"Oh. I see." He said, and she swallowed hard, looking away, feeling that even though she had told the truth she felt like she had lied.

The people who had finished writing the exam started to leave one by one, making her lose faith with each passing minute that he had done it at all, thinking in the back of her mind that he was sitting with his grandfather and brother right now for sure, discussing how to destroy her step-father.

He didn't have time to play University now, she thought sadly, and froze when she saw him in the doorway.

His healthy eye grew wide at the sight of her as if he had seen a ghost and he stopped in mid-motion, pale, glancing at her, then at Robb.

"Is that him?" He asked curiously, extending his hand to him. "Robb, it's a pleasure. I hope you become a student soon too."

She swallowed hard seeing that his uncle's face expressed tension and coldness, a sign that something bad was about to happen.

His gaze full of impatience fell on her again while Robb's hand continued to hang in the air, showing her that if she didn't intervene, he would speak up and she wouldn't like that.

"Thank you, Robb. Will you leave us alone?" She asked in a trembling voice, wanting him to get away from this place as quickly as possible.

Robb blinked, bewildered, looking at her then at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Didn't you hear what she said?" Her uncle snarled in his direction in a way she knew was a warning.

He knew who he was, she realised suddenly with horror.

Then, when Helaena caught him looking at her Instagram account, it wasn't the first time he'd done it.

He followed her social media.

That's why he knew where he should come even though she hadn't given him her university address.

"I'm not talking to you, mate." Said Robb in a tone that betrayed that he had lost patience and she had to stand between them to keep her uncle from pushing against him, his jaw clenched in rage.

"That's enough." She said in a shaky voice.

"Aemond is having a hard time. Forgive him. Sometimes he doesn't know how to behave. He won't hurt me. Am I wrong?" She asked softly with a note of mockery in her voice, from which he swallowed loudly and looked away, embarrassed, trying to control himself.

Robb hesitated, but nodded finally and left them alone, glancing at them intently over his shoulder.

"It was a mistake." She said, shaking her head, herself wanting to leave, recognising that she didn't know why she was doing it, why she cared.

"– no – no, wait –" He muttered, grabbing her arm, careful, however, not to cause her pain. His hand wrapped around her waist in a way from which she swallowed hard, his forehead pressed against her temple.

"– are you two together again? –" He asked in a trembling voice, and she involuntarily burst out laughing, ignoring the stares of the other students who were just passing them by.

"– do you want to tell me how you know who I'm dating and when? –" She hissed, looking at him with fury, his gaze hot and pleading, full of feelings she didn't want to see.

"– do you love him? –"

She shook her head, trying to push him away, not wanting to hear it, having no intention of explaining herself to him.

"– I hope you'll pass – let me go – let me go, I said –" She growled, trying to pull away from him, but he closed his hands on her back, hugging his nose to her cheek like a small child seeking refuge, his eyes closed as he spoke his next words.

"– I killed him for you –" He whispered.

She swallowed hard, feeling a powerful, cold shiver run down her spine, her heart starting to pound like mad in her chest making her struggle to take another breath.

He had killed for her.

He had killed a man.

God, was it possible to wash away such a sin?

To carry such a burden.

She shook her head, her brow arching in pain at the thought that she didn't want to hear it.

"– I killed him because he threatened you – because he wanted to hurt you – I want you to be safe –" He gasped tenderly, enclosing her jaw in his hands, placing again and again warm, soft kisses on her cheek as if she were something he longed to cherish, that he adored, that he loved.

A part of her wanted to ask him if he planned to kill himself too, but those cruel words didn't leave her mouth.

When he hugged her she simply closed her eyes and allowed herself to calm down in the tender embrace of his arms, feeling his soft, full lips on her cheek, neck and shoulders, his hands combing through her hair tender, close, familiar, beloved.

"– I'm not pregnant –" She whispered and felt him freeze for a moment. He swallowed hard, placing a lingering, warm kiss on her temple.

"– I know – the doctor told me – we just have to try again –" He said softly, stroking her back comfortingly as if he were a husband who had just assured his wife that they would have a child in the future.

How absurd his words were simultaneously horrified, embarrassed and endeared her.

"– do you hear yourself? – after what you did to me? – after how –" She mumbled out, bursting into sobs, clasping her hands on his back, for some reason seeking help in his embrace.

He was the only person who understood what she was going through.

"– shhh – I'm here, baby –" He hushed her, stroking her hair and her back, his face sinking into her temple, his warm breath enveloping her neck.

She shuddered when she heard her phone ring – they moved away from each other, and when she pulled it out of her backpack it turned out to be Daemon's bodyguard.

"Your class is over, where are you? Is something wrong?"

"– n-no – no, I'm on my way, I was talking to the professor – I'm sorry –" She mumbled out, scared that the man would start looking for her.

"– it's okay – I'll wait where I always do –" He said and hung up while she breathed a sigh of relief.

"– wait a few minutes before I go so they don't see you –" She said indifferently, tucking the phone into her backpack. She felt him wanting to embrace her again, but she pushed him away, shaking her head and avoided him, unable to look at his face.

We just have to try again.

She burst out crying at the thought that some sick part of her wanted this.

"– you said he's not your boyfriend –" She heard Robb's voice behind her, standing at the entrance to the courtyard, looking at her with pain and disbelief.

She swallowed hard at the thought that he was watching them from a distance.

"– I –"

"– I thought we are friends, that we are honest with each other –" He said quickly, combing his hair with his hand in a gesture of impatience, his words making a cold, unpleasant shiver of shame shudder through her body.

He had caught her in the act, and she was like a small, weeping child who was afraid of the consequences.

"– he is not my boyfriend –"

"– are you serious? – you said he hurt you, and you almost let him fuck you in the middle of the corridor – where is your self-respect? –" He hissed and after a moment fell silent, seeing the look in her eyes, the expression on her face, hearing his own words, knowing that his last sentence was a step too far.

"– I'm sorry – I'm sorry I said that – I didn't –" He muttered, running his hand over his mouth.

He wanted to touch her shoulder, but she moved away from him, shaking her head, not caring that the others were looking at them from the side.

"– is there anything else you want to say? –" She asked, having the feeling that something inside her had broken once and for all, shattered into pieces like a glass vase.

Robb opened his mouth, his cheeks turning scarlet with horror and shame.

She turned tensely, heading for the exit, out of the corner of her eye noticing her uncle's face staring back at her, pale and shocked.

He heard it.

She shook her head letting him know not to follow her and ran towards the car park, thinking about how she wanted to sink to the ground and die.

As she closed the car door behind her, whooping with tears in panic, the man leaned over to look at her face, horrified.

"Are you all right?" He muttered.

"– I didn't pass the fucking exam – can we go now? –" She said with such anger and fury that the bodyguard merely nodded and started the engine, backing the car out onto the road.

She covered her face with her hands, choking and panting, trying to calm down, thinking she deserved it.

Why had she gone there?

Why did she have to see if he had come?

What did it matter?

We just had to try again.

Jesus fucking Christ.

They were both completely mad.

Maybe they had inherited it in their genes, she thought regretfully.

It wasn't until she was home at dinner, feeling Daemon's anxious gaze on her, that she thought uneasily that she had escaped the drowning ship, but had left her uncle and ex-boyfriend far too close. She felt her knee begin to pop up in a nervous reflex under the table at the thought that he might have done something to him.

Out of revenge, out of jealousy, out of whimsy.

I killed him for you.

She thought she would write to him to make sure he was okay.

But he didn't write back.

Unable to stand it, she put a second, new card in her phone, one of the hundreds her brother kept in his drawer to avoid bugging him, and called her uncle, demanding an explanation.

"What did you do to him?" She asked horrified, walking around her room as if in a trance.

"I see you have a new phone number and I have no idea what you're asking."

"Robb, Aemond. He's not writing me back."

She heard him hum on the other end, as if he was pleased with her words and the fact that whatever he had done had forced her to contact him.

"We only talked. His handsome face with brown eyes is unharmed." He said calmly, making her breathe a sigh of relief, still feeling the tension though.

"What were you two talking about?"

"It was our men's business."

"AEMOND."

"That I won't let anyone treat you like that. He doesn't know shit and meddles in matters that aren't his." He said coldly. "I gave him a warning."

For a moment there was a tension-filled silence between them, from which her heart pounded like mad.

She thought it was all some kind of pure madness, that it wasn't really happening.

"– did you threaten him? –"

She heard his loud sigh on the other side and a bark.

Vhagar.

"– I told him to treat you with respect and not to talk to other people about us if he didn't want unpleasantness – no violence, pure persuasion –"

"– manipulation – as in my case –"

"– that is not true –" He protested angrily.

"– LIAR –" She hissed and hung up, throwing her phone on the bed in a gesture full of rage.

She fell back on the bedding, sighing loudly and groaned when she saw that her display had lit up and he had sent her a new message.

She unlocked her phone reluctantly, thinking she had angered him with her words, but saw with surprise that he had sent her a picture of Vhagar.

She felt regret and a sting in her heart at the thought that involuntarily it made her smile.

What he was doing to her was so wrong, so very wrong.

So why did she feel warmth in her heart?

After a while, her phone vibrated again.

She didn't know why she laughed warmly only to burst out crying again a moment later, not understanding why he was the only one who could make her smile, the only one who could make her feel that wonderful warmth in her lower abdomen, the only one who could calm her down.

Why he was the only one she loved.

[thesithdiaries]

Prisoner (Part 2)

Set: Middle of season 1 to beginning of season 2

Pairing: (kind of) Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon female!reader, (platonic) overprotective!Jacaerys Velaryon x Velaryon female!reader

Warnings: typical westori violence, curse words/spoilers for both seasons but especially season 2, everyone being absolutely stupid, conversations about characters that were offed, major character death, talks of forced marriage, being made prisoner, bruises, scrapes, minor talk about weight and not eating

Plot: One of Viserys Targaryen’s final wishes was to see them married. To please him, Rhaenyra allowed her daughter to stay in the Red Keep alone, not knowing it would be a terrible mistake.

(Part 1)

"The Crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the Crown, then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly." Viserys stood at the head of the table, his gaze sweeping over his family. "For this reason, I would also like to propose a marriage between Aemond and the princess."

Your ears began ringing, not being able to hear what Rhaenyra or Alicent were saying. Your eyes found Aemond's, who wore a sly smirk. Marry? Him? You could feel your family's stares, waiting for an answer. Daemon squeezed your hand in comfort.

Knowing there was nothing he could do or say in this situation, Jace got up and invited Helaena to dance, to Aegon’s dismay, while Luke chatted with Baela and Rhaena.

Aemond sat there, staring at his future wife. He sensed you were displeased by the news, but he did not know what he felt. He had never expressed his true feelings to anyone, but Aemond had been interested in you when you were children. He suppressed those feelings after losing his eye, convinced you now hated him. What he didn't know was that you did harbor resentment toward him, especially after hearing how he spoke to your brothers that night and his attempt to harm Jace.

He banged the table before standing up. "A final tribute. To the health of my nephews, Jace... Luke... and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise... strong," Aemond spoke, barely suppressing a smirk. "Come... let us drain our cups to these three... Strong boys. And to my soon-to-be Strong wife."

"I dare you to say that again," Jace warned him, fists clenched.

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment. Don't you consider yourself Strong?"

Jace punched Aemond, who retaliated by shoving him to the ground. Meanwhile, Aegon pinned Luke down on the table. You stood up, defiantly facing your future husband. With a low chuckle, you raised your hand and slapped him. Before you could say another word or raise your hand again, Daemon grabbed your forearm.

"Why would you say such a thing in front of everyone?" Alicent reprimanded, clearly embarrassed.

"I was merely expressing my pride in my family, Mother," Aemond replied casually. "Though it seems my nephews and niece aren't quite as proud of theirs."

"Wait, wait!" Daemon interjected, raising a cautionary finger toward his children.

"Go to your quarters. All of you, now," Rhaenyra commanded, and they obeyed, not wanting to escalate the situation further. "It's best if we return to Dragonstone," she told Alicent firmly.

"You've only just arrived," Alicent murmured, rubbing Rhaenyra's wrist. "Besides, Helaena wanted to share some things with the princess."

Rhaenyra sighed. "Let me escort the children home. I'll return on dragonback."

---

"My darling," Rhaenyra lamented as you embraced her. "We're going back to Dragonstone. You're to stay here."

"What?" You stuttered, pulling away. "Why?"

"Queen Alicent says Helaena wants to spend time with you. I'll take the children home and come back soon. It'll be alright," Rhaenyra reassured, caressing your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"No," you pleaded. "Let me come with you."

Rhaenyra hugged you again, holding you close. A worried feeling crept over her. You sat together on the bed, with you clinging to your mother, not wanting to let go. Rhaenyra stayed with you, gently playing with your hair and humming lullabies.

Hours later, after Rhaenyra retired to her quarters, you paced with fists clenched. The events of the day weighed heavily on your mind, especially your betrothal to Aemond.

“Dear wife, are you still thinking about that?” You flinched, turning around. Aemond stood inside your chambers, holding a small box in his hand.

“How dare you come in here after what you said during supper,” you retorted sharply.

“It was only a harmless compliment, no need to make a fuss,” Aemond replied dismissively, ignoring your anger. You scoffed at his audacity. “I wanted to speak to you.”

“Get out, now,” you ordered, but instead of leaving, Aemond swiftly approached you. “Get out!”

“This is for you,” Aemond said casually, opening the box to reveal a ring adorned with rubies, made from Valyrian steel. "I’ve always planned to give you this since we were children. Deep down, I knew the King always wished for us to be married.”

You were bewildered, unsure of his intentions. “What is it you truly want? For me to forget how you, Aegon, and the rest of your family treated mine? How you almost bashed Jace’s head with a rock?”

Aemond merely hummed, slipping the ring onto your finger despite your attempts to pull away. “It suits you.”

You stood in tense silence, locking eyes. After what felt like an eternity, Aemond left the quarters, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You glanced down at the ring on your finger, twiddling it nervously.

---

You woke to daylight streaming into your room. As you prepared to meet with Helaena, you tried to open the door, only to find it locked. Confused, you pulled at it again and knocked loudly, expecting the guard to correct the mistake. “Ser? The door is locked!”

“I cannot let you out, princess,” a knight’s voice came from the other side.

“Why not?” you asked, growing annoyed. “Open the door.”

“You are to remain in your quarters until further notice. This is King Aegon’s order.”

Your eyes widened. “King Aegon?”

The knight did not respond, indifferent to the banging on the door.

You had not seen anyone all day, only a maid who brought you meals and quickly exited the quarters.

It was late, and the absence of the moon made the air feel thick, almost suffocating. "Lucerys is dead," Alicent informed you, her tone dry and lacking sympathy. “It happened last night, above Storm’s End.”

You remained still, though you felt your body shaking as tears filled your eyes. As soon as Alicent exited, your knees buckled. You wept, Lucerys Velaryon was gone.

Your sobs echoed through the Red Keep.

Queen Alicent began to worry about the possible consequences, fearing that Rhaenyra would retaliate for the throne and the death of her son. She also worried because you were refusing to eat, lying in your bed, and crying yourself to sleep.

Aemond hadn't visited you either.

It felt as if they had forgotten about you.

Part 3

[crushingthebroken]

the fact ryan condal keeps hitting with the villain bat anyone who has a problem with rhaenyra and daemon's absolutely destructive behavior is beyond me

he turned corlys and rhaenys into simps who don't give a fuck that rhaenyra and daemon conspired to murder their son & daemon executed corlys's brother in the middle of the throne room for standing up for his family's blood right to driftmark to not pass to bastards who were being passed off as trueborn(a literal crime in westeros)

he removed all of rhaenyra's negative traits and made her out to be this tragic righteous angel who everyone should cheer for no matter what

no one cares about the random person daemon murdered to use as laenor's body double but we get 50 scenes of the serving girl aegon SA'd and she's coming back for season 2 - a character who does not exist in the books

vaemond is portrayed as a greedy and grasping fool instead of a man desperate to keep his family's seat in his family - westeros's world means blood is everything

daemon's crimes of murdering his first wife, grooming his niece/wife, being the westerosi equivalent of a neo nazi(except with valyria, a eugenicist oligarchy built on slavery and slaughter) are all brushed under the rug for "YAS MALEWIFE" (do you honestly think he would allow his wife's bastards to inherit ahead of his kids with her? nope)

meanwhile criston cole has his honor violated by rhaenyra who uses him like a glorified dildo - a sacred vow of the kingsguard that means death or castration for any who break it - and calls her a cunt one time and he's the worst man alive

corlys pimped out his 12 year old daughter to viserys and no one cares, but otto does it with alicent and he's somehow the most evil man alive next to criston cole

corlys in 1x10 was fucking hilarious

"rhaenyra was complicit in our son's death. that girl destroys everything she touches."

-minutes later-

"you have the full support of my fleet and house"

condal says the show isn't biased. and i'm the empress of austria.

[bravo4iscool]

i started watching vikings like two weeks ago and this came to my mind😭

(ubbe ragnarsson x fem!reader; lothbrok/ragnarsson family & fem!reader)

(we’re just gonna act like they’re all a happy family and no one hates each other and everyone is a decent human being lol)

(this is also anything but canon, everyone’s alive, no one’s dead and this has like no place in the timeline lmao. this is just my delusions taking over😭. this probably will have multiple parts too (if people want that lol))

(masterlist | join my tag list!)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

you’re standing at the docks, erik on your hip and little ingrid by your side as you watch the ships slowly run into the habour of kattegat.

your daughter is all giddy beside you, just waiting for her father to finally arrive. “where is he mama? where is he?” she keeps asking, jumping up and down in excitement.

“i don’t know, baby,” you chuckle while the first ships arrive at the docks, the men leaving them in a hurry to get off. “i’m sure he’ll arrive soon,” you promise, ruffling your daughter hair.

meanwhile ubbe can’t walk towards you fast enough. there’s a big smile on his face as he keeps his eyes focused on you and the kids. he needs to take you into his arms again, he couldn’t wait.

he calls out your name when you don’t seem to notice him just yet and your head snaps up at his voice. your eyes light up when you finally see him almost running towards you.

once he reaches you he picks you—and erik—up in his arms, spinning you around. “my love,” he mumbles. “i’ve missed you.”

he sets you down again, immediately connecting his lips with your while his arms hold you close to his body. you sigh into the kiss, more than happy that your husband had finally returned.

when erik begins to squeak you both break the embrace. “look at you,” ubbe coos. “all grown up, my boy.” he takes erik from your arms and holds him up before he peppers his chubby face with kisses. “have you been good to your mama?” he asks, grinning when the baby begins to giggle.

“papa, papa!” ingrid starts to jump up and down again, grabbing her fathers clothes. “will you give me a kiss too?” she asks, her voice sweet and innocent as she blinks up at ubbe.

he looks at her and crushes down, “of course, my darling,” he smiles before he places his other arm around her and starts to plant small kisses all of her face.

the little girl starts to giggle, clearly happy that she’d gained her fathers attention. you only look at the three of them, thanking the gods that ubbe had returned home safe and healthy.

“papa?” ingrid then asks. “can i go greet uncle bjorn?” she’s giddy on her feet, looking at ubbe with those big eyes. “pleaseeeeee?”

ubbe looks at you and you give him a subtle nod. “you can,” he ruffles her hair. “but be careful, the docks can be dangerous.” his voice contains a clear warning but he doesn’t know if ingrid heard him because she’s already running off.

she’s quick on her feet as she dodges the people on the docks, searching for bjorn’s ship. once it came to her vision she let out a happy squeal.

bjorn stands on the docks, only seconds off the ship before ingrid launches herself into his arms. “oof,” he just manages to catch her, laughing when he clutches to him.

“i missed you uncle bjorn,” ingrid mumbles against bjorn’s chest, pressing her face against his armour. he tightens his arms around her, just enjoying the hug.

“i’ve missed you too,” he then mumbles. “my favourite niece, eh.” a smile breaks out on his face while he ruffles ingrid’s hair.

she giggles, “i’m your only niece.”

“that you are,” he smiles. “but you’re still my favourite.” ingrid starts to play with bjorn’s beard while he gently rocks her around in his arms. he wasn’t married, he had no kids, so he enjoyed the attention ingrid gave him.

“you’re standing in the way, brother,” a annoyed voice then sounds from behind bjorn and he turns around to see ivar standing behind him.

bjorn sighs and shifts ingrid in his arms. “there’s enough space to walk around me, ivar. don’t be such a baby.”

ingrid tilts her head and looks at the youngest ragnarsson. “hello uncle ivar.” she gives him a toothy smile, waving.

ivar only scowls and stumbles past bjorn and his niece. “do not call me that,” he hisses, not paying them both another glance. as he limps away the smile on ingrid’s face fades and she looks at bjorn with question marks in her eyes.

“why doesn’t he like me? or my mama?” she wants to know, turning in bjorn’s arms to look after ivar.

bjorn sighs again and grabs the back of her head gently to place a kiss on her hair. “you should not think about that, little one,” he softly mutters before he starts to move and walk towards his brother and sister-in-law.

-

you laugh as ingrid climbs all over bjorn’s shoulders, using his tall and broad frame as some kind of tree while your sitting back against ubbe’s side, erik in your arms. “be careful ingrid, you might fall,” you still warm her though, your eyes trained on her.

bjorn only chuckles and raises his hand to tickle her. “don’t worry about that. i’ll make sure nothing happens.” he winks at you.

“don’t flirt with my wife,” ubbe grumbles at that, still a small smile on his face.

hvitserk laughs and slightly shoves ubbe’s arm at his comment. “at that point, she’s our wife, my dear brother.”

ubbe shoots him a dead panned look before he rolls his eyes. “she’s more like a mother to you than anything else,” he huffs out a small laugh.

you slightly smirk at your husbands comment, patting his hand. “i like it that way,” you smile, standing up when erik starts to fuss around in your arms.

“you keep an eye on ingrid,” you point your finger at bjorn as you start to rock erik and make your way towards the door of the great hall. maybe fresh air would calm him down a bit.

you softly hum to your son, as you walk away from the hall a bit, just until you reach the first fields. “shhhh,” you coo at him, caressing his cheek with your finger.

but no matter what you did, he didn’t seem to calm down.

“maybe you should throw him away,” a familiar voice then sounds and you turn around to see ivar standing a few meters away from you. he’s propped up on his crouch, a permanent scowl on his face.

you let out a small huff and shake your head. “he’s a baby, ivar. he can’t express his feeling yet. sometimes crying is just easier for him,” you explain in a soft voice, continuing to rock erik.

“that’s why i don’t like babies,” he grumbles.

“you were a baby once.”

“i know.” his facial features were still tense as he stared at you, then at erik. “but i’m not a baby anymore.”

you didn’t know why ivar had—most likely—followed you out here. you knew he wasn’t particularly fond of you or your children. you couldn’t recall anything that would make him hate you but in the end of the day, that was how he was.

but even though he didn’t want you in his family, near his brothers, you loved him. he was your husbands brother. by marrying ubbe his brothers became your brothers and you loved them.

you look at ivar and slowly take a step towards him. “ivar,” your voice is soft and gentle as you speak, only erik’s little whines being audible. “why is there so much hatred in your heart?”

he freezes at your question, his eyes boring into yours. “i don’t have a heart,” he then hisses, taking a small step into your direction. “and i don’t need you to act like you care about me.”

“but i do.”

“no, you don’t,” he says, his jaw clenched and his body tense. “you’re lying. no one cares about me, except for my mother.”

you subtly shake your head and walk towards him until you’re standing in front of him. he had his head turned, staring at something behind you. “look at me ivar,” you softly demand, erik suddenly quiet in your arms.

ivar doesn’t listen to you. deep down you knew he wouldn’t but it was worth a try. so, you carefully raise your free hand, leaving enough time for him to pull back, and cup his cheek. “i said, look at me, ivar,” you say again, your voice gentle and calm, soothing even.

“why should i?”

you slowly start to caress his cheek bone with your thumb. “because i want you too see that my concern for you is genuine,” you answer, surprised that he hasn’t pulled back yet. he didn’t like being touched.

slowly ivar lifts his head to look at you, the conflict clear in his eyes. he was acting against all his instincts, against everything he knew.

a small smile plays around your lips as he looks at you. “you’re my brother, ivar,” you start. “and i love you. i care for you. whatever people might’ve done, might’ve said, you’re my family and i keep my family close to me.”

he’s silent while he listens to you, letting your words sink in. barely anyone has talked to him like that before. he wasn’t used to being at the receiving end of such feeling. he didn’t deserve that.

he swallows, “after all i’ve done—”

“i don’t care what you’ve done ivar or what you thought.” you gently pat his cheek before you pull your hand back to shift erik in your arms. “my love is unconditional. and if you never need someone to talk to or someone to listen, even a shoulder to cry on, my door is open. always.”

you get interrupted when you see ubbe walking towards you. he calls out your name, the concern evident in his voice.

“i think that’s my sign to get back inside,” you softly smile before you place your hand on ivar’s neck to pull him down and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “think about my words, ivar.”

that’s the last sentence you say before you walk past him to assure your husband that you were alright.

pt.2, maybe a little series???

[beryll-bee]

honest thoughts

Summary: you are Rhaenyra's daughter and you drank too much wine because of Aegon so you are honest about what you think of your uncles, very honest

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader x Aegon Targaryen

You sat with Aegon - before each of you a goblet of wine. Your cheeks were red, your eyes glassy and your head confused. Apparently the alcohol was getting to you. Aegon summed it up best.

"You're drunk.", he announced with a grin.

But you just giggled. "If you say so, uncle."

As you continued to take the next sip, Aegon saw an unexpected guest approach you two. An idea came to him. Grinning, he turns back to you. He knew at that moment your head was so subjected to the alcohol that you were only telling the truth.

"So tell me, Y/N, what do you think about Aemond?"

Without considering your words because of the wine, the answer gushed out of you. "I think he looks incredibly good. I mean his hair is gorgeous.", you started raving about him. Aegon snorted in amusement. Then he glanced briefly at his brother - who unknowst to you just stood a few steps right behind you - with an entertained smirk on his face. Aegon lifted his chin while he leaned forward.

"What about his scar?"

For a brief moment you cocked your head thoughtfully before you giggled.

"Somehow it makes him even more attractive. Makes him look daring."

Aegon snorted again, then shook his head, grinning - while you still giggled and tried at the same time to drink your wine without spilling it. It didn't work.

After a few miserable attempts to take a sip of your wine, your expression softened. Now there was an honest, warm smile. "Even if I don't know what's shimmering underneath his patch, it doesn't bother me. He will always be handsome in my eyes."

You thought about his training session this morning.

"He is strong, skilled and respectful."

Then the laughing faces of Jaehaerys and Jaehaera shot into your head.

"He is great with his nephews and nieces. The little ones love him. He's going to be a great father."

In that moment you realized something. Something you were never really aware of before. That's why your voice was just as surprised as your mind.

"He would be the perfect husband."

The fact made you smile. You were obviously happy for him.

"Every lady can count herself lucky with him."

You looked back at Aegon. He didn't seem like he was expecting that answer. So his surprised expression made you laugh out loud.

Unbeknownst to you, Aemond was still standing right behind you with an astonished look on his face. While he processed your words, his eye catched his brother's gloomy expression - even if it only lingered for a moment. It's been a long time since he wanted to do his brother a favor. But at that moment he wanted to give him the same one he had just received.

As you laughed, calm footsteps found their way beside you. So you looked up - to see your other uncle.

"Aemond!" you beamed at him.

"We were just talking about you. Come sit down, uncle.", you gestured to the free chair. "Yes, you are very welcome to drink with us, brother.", confirmed Aegon your invitation with a knowing smirk. For an instant Aemond just stood there next to you - looking deep into your eyes with an inscrutable expression. But your senses were so clouded at that moment, that you couldn't bring yourself to concentrate. And as quickly as the eye contact came, it disappeared again. So he settled down right next to you. Aegon immediately poured wine into his goblet and then in his own. Meanwhile Aemond turned to you.

"If you tell my brother what you think about me so openly, you should tell me what you think about him. That would only be fair, don't you think?"

You nodded immediately. Your gaze quickly darted to Aegon. "Is that alright?", you asked him. Aegon just waved his hand indifferently. "Go on."

Aemond saw what his brother was thinking - 'now comes the worst'. Aegon turned now his full attention to the wine in front of him. After all, nobody had a good opinion of him. Not even his own parents, he kept reminding himself with a melancholic expression. But Aemond's words were aimed at something else entirely - that Y/N would surprise them again.

Before answering his question you took a long sip of wine. Then your gaze went to Aemond. After all, earlier you were looking at Aegon when you talked about Aemond - so now you're looking at Aemond when you talk about Aegon. In your current state because of the alkohol, it made clearly sense.

"I think Aegon is just as handsome. But in a different way.", you declared giggling.

"I like it when his strands of hair fall in his face - I'd like to tuck them behind his ear.", you confessed with a dreamy expression.

"His smile is incredible. I mean, his real smile. I've only seen it once until now, but it surprised me so much. It was so different from what I was used to. He looked happy, almost light. As....as if a great burden was lifted from him at that moment."

A sad sigh escaped you.

"I wish he would smile more often."

Your hands traced the rim of your cup. Your initial carefree attitude started to fade now. You thought of the many times Aegon was found guilty and how he was punished.

"Sometimes his eyes look so lugubrious. In those moments I just want to hug him. Very tight. So that he feels there's someone, someone who cares about you."

It seems like nobody else does that to him. Or did. "If I were him, maybe I would drink as much.", you murmured, more to yourself then the two men right in front of you.

"He drinks and fucks.", Jaces voice came to your mind. You chuckled again.

"According to rumors, Aegon is very experienced with women."

You blushed slightly before your forehead wrinkled. You thought of Helaena. And Dyana, the maid.

"Unfortunately, there are also a few scary ones. But even if they're true, I don't think you can really blame him."

"Why?", Aemond asked.

You locked eyes with him while you spoke.

"I think he got not enough love - just like you.", you breathed.

Then your eyes lowered to the goblet before you.

"So he seeks for it somewhere else."

A deep sigh left your throat. Now you became painfully aware of what they actually needed. This time, you looked at both of them.

"I think you two need someone who loves you" - a genuine smile formed on your lips - "unconditionally. Not for your titles, your fortune or your power - for yourself. Just the way you are."

They just stared at you. What had started out as some distracting fun became an incredibly interesting insight. Neither one of them had even remotely expected that Y/N thought of them that way. It threw a whole new light on their niece.

As your uncles stared at you in complete astonishment, inside your head jumped one thought inevitably to the next.

Love. Marriage. Barrin Lannister.

Your stomach turned. Suddenly you heard your mother's voice.

'You will marry him. He will secure the west for us.'

Fear rose up in you. Hastily you took your goblet and drank it up. Immediately after you reached for the wine carafe, your hand shaking slightly as you poured yourself another drink. Drink away the fear. Enjoy the evening. In a few days you won't be here anymore. Tears welled up in you as you finished your cup. It dosen't work.

"I should dance, don't you think?", you smiled weakly as your eyes began to water. Maybe this will distract me enough. You were about to get up when the world spun around you and tipped sideways.

Oh.

The next moment you were lying on the hard ground, the cold stones beneath you. While everything was spinning, two figures scurried to your side. But you saw everything double.

As you tried to regain control of your senses, two pair of hands gently picked you up at each of your shoulder, so that you sat up straight. Everything turned again. You clutched your head, it should stop.

"You are to blame. If it wasn't for you she wouldn't have drunk so much.", a voice hissed.

"If it hadn't been for me, she would never have spoken so openly either. Besides, how am I supposed to know that she gets up so suddenly?", another voice grunted.

Your eyebrows drew togheter. Whatever they were arguing about, they should just stop.

Still disoriented, you drew out a hand while mumbling under your breath.

"Please, stop. Both of you. I'm fine."

After that there was silence. Seething silence, but that's all you could expect. So you closed your eyes and could finally concentrate on yourself. Only now you felt two warm hands on your back. It felt good. Secure. A small smile subconsciously crept onto your face.

It took a few moments so that you could see and think clearly again. At least for the amount of alcohol that was in you.

When you opened your eyes again, two worried uncles were sitting right in front of you. You snorted.

"You don't know how similar you two look right now."

When they both looked at each other in amazement, you couldn't help but laugh. But the two men in front of you didn't think it was funny at all.

Aegon was busy getting up on his own cause of the wine too while Aemond helped you standing. It must have looked pretty funny from the outside.

As your legs carried you again and your laughter died away, you looked at them. With Aemond at your side still supporting your waist in case you lost your balance, Aegon stood in front of you, his hand holding your elbow, ready to catch you. His front strands of hair fell in his face. Adorable. You smiled.

"I will miss them."

Aegon's forehead was wrinkled now.

"What do you mean by that?"

Your brow furrowed. What was he talking about? So you looked up at Aemond. But he also looked at you confused. Were you...were you thinking out loud? No way!

They must have seen your realization because Aemond asked again. His voice was stern. Allowed no contradiction.

"Y/N, what. do. you. mean?"

As you were lowering your eyes, they drifted inevitably to Aegon. His face spoke volumes. His grip on your elbow tightened.

You sighed defeated.

"Actually, I'm not allowed to tell anyone. Mother will announce tomorrow."

Nervously you looked at your feet. The words just wouldn't leave your mouth. Until Aemond's voice cut the silence.

"You will marry Barrin Lannister."

Your head shot up. Before you could ask he explained himself.

"I heard father talk about it but didn't knew in what context."

You swallowed hard. I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to! Without thinking, you pushed them away from you and ran. Anywhere, just away from here. Away from this marriage.

Unfortunately you didn't get far. The alcohol beat you. Before you could even realize you were about to fall again, you dropped against a hard chest. Aemond.

Hot tears welled up inside you. As you try to blink them away, you felt a larger hand dictating your hair from your face. Aegon. Under the thick veil of tears his face was revealed. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. That was it.

They fell. Big, hot tears ran down your cheeks. Even though you had hid them so well. Until now.

Without thinking, you threw yourself into Aegon's arms. Your hands clasped his chest while your head rested on his shoulder. You cried openly. Relentlessly. You let all your feelings out.

Meanwhile, Aegon stood rooted to the spot. He didn't know what to do. He hadn't expected that. So he looked at his brother.

Aemonds expression was genuinely surprised - and angry. Really angry. Because of the fact that Y/N were apparently forced into marriage. Nonetheless, he began to stroke gently your hair, his eye on your shaking form.

In the meantime Aegon followed his instincts in returning Y/Ns hug. He rubbed your back softly with his thumb while you cried loudly into his shoulder.

.

.

.

It took a while for your sobs to subside. Your head got heavy, as did your arms. Carefully you rested your head on Aegon's shoulder, so that your cheek rested against the fabric of his clothing. Your hands loosened their desperate grip, but still held him pressed to you. Yet Aemond's hand never stopped stroking your head.

It felt good, you thought as your eyes closed.

As the last tears slowly dried up, you realized what position you were in. You blushed. Slowly you freed yourself from Aegon's embrace, so that Aemond took his hand from your head too. Now you were standing right in front of them, your gaze downcast in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry...", you mumbled.

"You will not marry him.", Aegon's voice clarified - without going into your statement.

Your eyes immediately shot up to him. He looked dead serious. Then, he smirked.

"You will marry me.", Aemond announced - grinning down at you.

"This way we would follow an old tradition of valyria and reunite our families.", he explained further. "Nobody will be able to say anything against it."

You couldn't help but stutter.

"You... you would..."

He nodded in confirmation - while bringing a strand of your hair to his nose to inhale your scent.

"No Lannister will touch you."

A happy, relieved smile formed on your face.

"Thank you.", you breathed.

Aemond lowered his head in return. His voice admonishing. "But be aware that you won't throw yourself into my brother's arms like that again."

Your cheeks started to burn.

Before you could nod, Aegon forestalled you.

"We could share her, brother.", he smirked.

Your eyes went big.

"I mean, apparently she likes both of us. And you can't refuse your bride-to-be a favor, can you?"

Aemond's face changed. He's seriously considering Aegon's words right now.

You, on the other hand, were too shocked to react while your uncles decided over your head whether to share you or not.

"It's going to be a difficult marriage.", Aemond stated with a smirk. Aegons grin grew wider.

"Nothing we couldn't handle.", the older brother answered.

Aemonds gaze shifted finally to you.

"Or don't you want that, Y/N?"

Even though his voice sounded amused, you could see genuine interest in his eye. Your answer was crucial.

You hoped that the alcohol wasn't speaking out of you at that moment as you nodded smiling at each of them.

"I would love that."

[callsigns-haze]

Short love: Chp 1

The reconnection

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home. 

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the Bradshaw household, DJ and Stephanie made their way home from school, their stomachs rumbling in anticipation of the delicious dinner that awaited them. As they stepped through the front door, they were greeted by the tantalizing aroma of tomato cheesy pasta wafting from the kitchen.

"Wow, it smells amazing in here!" DJ exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she dropped her backpack by the door.

Stephanie nodded in agreement, her mouth already watering at the thought of Y/n's famous pasta. "I can't wait to dig in!"

As they entered the kitchen, they found Y/n standing at the stove, her sleeves rolled up and a look of concentration on her face as she stirred a pot of rich, tomatoey sauce.

"Hey, girls!" Y/n greeted them with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with delight. "I'm just putting the finishing touches on dinner. I hope you're hungry!"

DJ and Stephanie nodded eagerly, their mouths watering at the sight of the bubbling pot of sauce. But their attention was quickly diverted to the highchair in the corner of the room, where baby Michelle sat, giggling and kicking her chubby legs with excitement.

"Look who's here to join us!" Y/n said, her voice filled with affection as she scooped Michelle up into her arms. "She's been keeping me company while I cook."

DJ and Stephanie cooed over their little sister, showering her with kisses and tickles as they caught up on each other's day. Michelle giggled with delight, her laughter filling the kitchen with joy.

As Y/n finished cooking the pasta and plated up steaming bowls for each of them, DJ and Stephanie set the table with eager anticipation. They couldn't wait to tuck into Y/n's homemade pasta, especially with the added bonus of baby Michelle's infectious laughter filling the air.

As they sat down to eat, the Bradshaw family shared a meal filled with laughter, love, and the comforting warmth of homemade food. And as they savored each bite of the delicious tomato cheesy pasta, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for these precious moments spent together with her nieces and baby Michelle.

As DJ and Stephanie eagerly tucked into their bowls of piping hot tomato cheesy pasta, their taste buds tingled with anticipation at the familiar flavors that Y/n's cooking never failed to deliver. The savory aroma filled the kitchen, creating an atmosphere of warmth and contentment as they savored each mouthful.

Between bites, they exchanged stories of their day at school, their laughter mingling with the clinking of forks against plates. DJ recounted a funny incident in math class, while Stephanie shared gossip about their friends' latest escapades.

Meanwhile, baby Michelle sat in her highchair, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement as Y/n prepared another feeding for her. The little one cooed and giggled, her tiny hands reaching out eagerly as she waited for her next meal.

With practiced ease, Y/n fed Michelle spoonfuls of mashed vegetables, the baby's appetite seemingly insatiable as she eagerly gobbled up each bite. DJ and Stephanie couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight, their hearts swelling with love for their baby sister.

As the meal progressed, the kitchen filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation, a symphony of family bonding over a shared meal. Despite the chaos and busyness of their lives, moments like these reminded them of the importance of slowing down and cherishing the simple pleasures of togetherness.

And as they finished their meal, bellies full and hearts light, DJ and Stephanie couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and warmth that filled their home, making it truly a place where they belonged.

As the clock ticked, the aroma of lunch filled the Bradshaw household, mingling with the sounds of laughter and conversation. Just as the girls were finishing up their sandwiches and Y/n was wiping Michelle's face clean from her messy lunch, the front door swung open, and Bradley stepped into the kitchen, a wide grin on his face.

"Hey, everybody!" Bradley announced, his voice filled with excitement. "Guess what? Bob and Jake will be here soon to move in!"

DJ and Stephanie's eyes widened with surprise and joy at the news. They exchanged eager glances, their excitement bubbling over at the thought of their uncles joining them under one roof again.

"No way! That's awesome, Dad!" DJ exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement. "I can't wait to see them!"

Stephanie nodded enthusiastically, her smile matching her sister's. "Yeah, it's going to be so much fun having them back home!"

As the girls finished their lunches, Y/n swiftly cleaned up the kitchen, stacking plates and wiping down countertops with practiced efficiency. Meanwhile, baby Michelle sat in her highchair, babbling happily as Y/n gently wiped her face and removed her bib.

"It'll be great to have everyone together again," Y/n remarked, her tone warm and cheerful as she glanced over at Bradley.

Bradley nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting the anticipation building in the room. "Absolutely. The house is going to feel alive again with Bob and Jake around."

With excitement buzzing in the air, the Bradshaw family finished tidying up the kitchen, each member eagerly anticipating the arrival of their uncles. And as they waited for Bob and Jake to walk through the door, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and camaraderie that filled their home, making it a place of warmth and happiness.

With a chorus of excited voices, the family made their way to the front door as Jake's arrival drew near. Anticipation hung in the air like electricity, each member eagerly awaiting the reunion with their beloved uncle. As the door swung open, there stood Jake, his arms laden with luggage, a bright smile gracing his features.

"Hey, Bradshawitos!" Jake exclaimed, his voice filled with warmth as he stepped inside, greeted by hugs and cheers from his nieces.

"Daddy, Uncle Jake's here!" DJ squealed with delight, rushing forward to embrace him.

Stephanie followed suit, wrapping her arms around her uncle in a tight hug. "We missed you, Uncle Jake!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with happiness.

Bradley greeted Jake with a firm handshake and a warm smile. "Welcome back, Jakob," he said, his voice tinged with affection.

As Jake's gaze swept over the room, his eyes came to rest on Y/n, who stood by the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips. Time seemed to stand still as they locked eyes, a moment of connection sparking between them.

"Y/n," Jake breathed, his voice barely above a whisper as he took in her beauty, feeling a flutter of excitement in his chest.

"Jakob," Y/n replied, her voice equally soft as she met his gaze, a hint of color rising to her cheeks.

Jake returned the sentiment, enveloping his nieces in a tight embrace before turning his attention to Y/n. "Well, if it isn't the lovely Y/n," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're looking more beautiful than ever."

Y/n laughed, feeling a warmth spread through her at Jake's playful compliment. "Oh, stop it, Jake," she teased, playfully swatting his arm. "You're just saying that because you want me to cook for you."

Jake chuckled, his heart swelling with affection for his sisters friend. "Guilty as charged," he admitted with a grin.

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of family, Jake couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion wash over him. As he looked at Y/n, he realized that he was falling, ever so slightly, in love with her. It was a feeling he couldn't deny, a spark of something special igniting within him.

As they stood there, caught in each other's gaze, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of happiness. And as they shared a smile, Jake knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

Lost in their moment of connection, Jake and Y/n's hearts beat in unison as they stood by the doorway, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of affection. But their blissful moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the front door swinging open once more.

"Hey, guys! I'm here!" Bob's exuberant voice filled the air as he entered the house, his arms laden with an armful of clothes.

Jake and Y/n quickly broke apart, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment as they turned to greet their friend. "Bob, hey!" Jake said, his voice slightly strained as he tried to regain his composure.

"Hey, Bob!" Y/n echoed, her tone cheerful but tinged with a hint of awkwardness.

As Robert made his way into the room, he stopped short, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him. "Whoa, did I interrupt something?" he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he dropped his load of clothes onto the nearest chair.

Jake and Y/n exchanged a sheepish glance, unable to suppress a nervous laugh at the situation. "No, no, of course not," Jake replied quickly, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

"Yeah, we were just... uh... catching up," Y/n added, her cheeks matching Jake's in color as she tried to play it cool.

Bob raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he looked between the two of them. "Uh-huh, sure you were," he teased, his tone light and playful.

As the awkward moment passed, the three friends shared a laugh, the tension dissipating as they settled into the familiarity of their friendship. And as they gathered in the living room, surrounded by laughter and love, Jake and Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at each other, their hearts still racing from their brief moment of connection.

As the laughter subsided and the room filled with a comfortable ease, Bob busied himself with unpacking his belongings, his energetic chatter filling the air as he regaled Jake and Y/n with stories of his latest adventures.

Meanwhile, Jake and Y/n found themselves stealing glances at each other, their hearts still fluttering from the intimate moment they had shared. There was a newfound warmth in their interactions, a subtle shift in the air that spoke of unspoken feelings.

Caught in the whirlwind of emotions, Jake couldn't shake the memory of Y/n's smile, the way her eyes had sparkled in the soft light of the doorway. He found himself drawn to her, captivated by her beauty and grace in a way he had never experienced before.

And Y/n, too, couldn't deny the tug of attraction she felt towards Jake. There was something about him, something magnetic and irresistible that pulled at her heartstrings. She found herself yearning for more moments like the one they had shared, lost in the warmth of his gaze.

Just as the moment between Jake and Y/n seemed poised to deepen, Stephanie's voice chimed in from across the room, breaking the spell.

"Hey, Uncle Jake, can we play ballerinas?" Stephanie's eyes sparkled with excitement as she bounded over, her enthusiasm infectious.

Jake glanced at Y/n, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as he realized their intimate moment had been interrupted once again. "Uh, Steph, maybe later, okay?" he replied, trying to gently sidestep the request.

Stephanie pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a classic display of disappointment. "But Uncle Jake, you promised we'd play today!" she protested, her eyes pleading.

Jake sighed, knowing he couldn't resist Stephanie's puppy-dog eyes for long. "Alright, alright, just give me a minute to catch my breath, okay?" he relented, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Stephanie's face lit up with delight, her disappointment quickly forgotten as she skipped off to gather her ballerina costume. "Yay! Thanks, Uncle Jake!" she exclaimed, her laughter filling the room.

Jake turned back to Y/n, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Looks like I'm off to be a ballerina," he joked, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

Y/n chuckled, her heart lighter at the playful banter between them. "I'll be sure to bring the camera," she teased, a playful glint in her eye.

And as Jake followed Stephanie into the living room, ready to embrace the role of reluctant ballerina, Y/n couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her at the thought of the fun and laughter that awaited them. Despite the interruption, she knew that moments like these were what made their family so special.

As the evening settled over the Bradshaw household, Y/n found herself on diaper duty, gently cooing to baby Michelle as she prepared to change her. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light over the nursery, creating a cozy atmosphere as Y/n carefully laid Michelle down on the changing table.

Just as she was about to unfasten Michelle's diaper, Jake appeared in the doorway, a playful grin on his face. "Hey there, little munchkin," he greeted Michelle, his voice filled with affection as he leaned in to tickle her chubby cheeks.

Michelle giggled with delight at her uncle's antics, her laughter filling the room as she squirmed in Y/n's arms.

"Jake, you're going to distract her," Y/n chided gently, trying to suppress a smile at the sight of her niece's infectious laughter.

Jake turned to Y/n, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he flashed her a charming grin. "Oh, come on, Y/n, where's your sense of fun?" he teased, his tone light and playful.

Y/n rolled her eyes, unable to resist Jake's charismatic charm. "I have plenty of fun, thank you very much," she retorted, a playful glint in her eye.

Jake chuckled, his heart warming at the sight of Y/n's playful banter. "I know, I know," he replied, his tone softening as he met her gaze. "But there's nothing wrong with a little extra fun, right?"

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at Jake's persistence, her heart lightening at the warmth and affection that flowed between them. Despite the chaos of the moment, she found herself enjoying the playful interlude, grateful for the bond they shared as family.

And as they continued to banter and laugh together, surrounded by the gentle laughter of baby Michelle, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. In moments like these, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

As Y/n reached for the diaper bin, her foot caught on the edge of the rug, sending her stumbling forward. With a gasp, she braced herself for the inevitable crash, but before she could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close.

In an instant, Y/n found herself cradled in Jake's arms, her heart racing as she looked up into his eyes. Their faces mere inches apart, she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"Whoa there, Y/n/n, you okay?" Jake's voice was soft, filled with concern as he held her close, his eyes searching hers for any signs of distress.

Y/n's cheeks flushed pink as she realized their close proximity, the sudden rush of adrenaline leaving her breathless. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake's arms tightened around her, offering her support and comfort as he helped her regain her balance. Their bodies pressed together, the air around them thick with tension as they shared a fleeting moment of intimacy.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as Y/n gazed up at Jake, lost in the depths of his gaze. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of warmth and connection.

But just as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, reality crashing back in as Y/n regained her footing. With a nervous laugh, she pulled away from Jake's embrace, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Thanks, Jake," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she avoided his gaze.

Jake offered her a reassuring smile, his eyes gentle as he squeezed her hand. "Anytime, Y/n," he replied, his voice soft with understanding.

And as they stood there, surrounded by the gentle laughter of baby Michelle, Y/n couldn't help but feel a flutter of something stirring in her heart. In that brief, fleeting moment, she had felt closer to Jake than ever before, and she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them

With a soft smile, Y/n gently lifted Michelle into her arms, cradling her close as she carried her over to the crib. Michelle cooed softly, her tiny fingers grasping at the air as she snuggled into Y/n's embrace.

Jake watched from the doorway, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of Y/n and Michelle together. He couldn't help but admire the tenderness and care with which Y/n handled her niece, a warmth spreading through him at the sight.

As Y/n reached the crib, she carefully lowered Michelle down, tucking the soft blanket around her and placing her favorite teddy bear within reach. Michelle's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing slowing as she settled into a peaceful sleep.

Once Michelle was settled, Y/n turned to Jake with a gentle smile, her eyes shining with fondness. "She's such an angel when she's sleeping," she whispered, her voice filled with affection.

Jake nodded in agreement, his gaze soft as he watched Y/n tending to Michelle. "Yeah, she really is," he replied, his voice hushed as he marveled at the scene before him.

Together, they stood in silence for a moment, lost in the quiet beauty of the moment. And as they shared a glance, a silent understanding passed between them, a bond strengthening in the shared love they felt for Michelle.

With a final tender smile, Y/n reached for Michelle's favorite pacifier, gently placing it in her mouth before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, little one," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

And as they left the nursery, the warmth of the moment lingered in the air, a gentle reminder of the love and connection that bound them together as family.

As Y/n and Jake turned to leave the nursery, their minds still filled with the tender moment they had just shared, they failed to notice each other's proximity until it was too late. With an accidental collision, they bumped into each other at the doorway, causing them both to stumble back a step in surprise.

"Oops, sorry!" Jake exclaimed, his hands reaching out instinctively to steady Y/n.

Y/n laughed softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the unexpected encounter. "No, my fault," she replied, her voice light with amusement as she regained her balance with Jake's help.

For a moment, they stood there, their eyes meeting in a shared moment of laughter and camaraderie. And in that brief instant, something shifted between them, a spark of connection that lingered in the air like electricity.

As they composed themselves and continued down the hallway, a subtle warmth settled over them, the memory of their accidental collision lingering in the air like a gentle reminder of the bond that tied them together. And as they walked side by side, Y/n couldn't help but feel a flutter of something stirring in her heart, a sense of possibility and promise that left her breathless with anticipation for what the future might hold.

As Y/n and Jake walked down the hallway, their conversation interrupted by their accidental collision, they were surprised to see Stephanie emerge from her room with a disgruntled expression on her face. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and her brow was furrowed in frustration.

"Stephanie, what are you doing up?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with concern as she noticed her niece's obvious displeasure.

Stephanie huffed, her frustration evident as she spoke. "I can't sleep," she grumbled. "And it's not fair that I have to share a room with DJ just because Uncle Jake took my room!"

Jake's eyes widened in realization as he remembered the recent rearrangement of rooms to accommodate his own move back into the house. "Oh, Steph, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were upset about the room situation," he said, his tone apologetic.

Stephanie's expression softened slightly at Jake's apology, but she still seemed reluctant to accept the change. "It's not fair," she muttered, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Y/n knelt down in front of Stephanie, her eyes filled with empathy. "I know it's not ideal, sweetie, but we'll figure something out, okay? We'll make sure everyone feels comfortable and happy," she reassured her, her voice gentle and soothing.

Stephanie nodded slowly, a glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes. "Okay," she said, her voice small but determined.

As Y/n stood back up, ake placed a comforting hand on Stephanie's shoulder, offering her a reassuring smile. "We'll work it out, Steph. I promise," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

With a sigh, Stephanie turned back towards her room, her mood slightly improved by the support of her family. As she disappeared behind the closed door, Y/n and Jake exchanged a knowing glance, silently resolving to make sure everyone felt included and valued in their shared home. And as they continued down the hallway, their hearts filled with determination to find a solution that would bring peace and harmony to their family.

Feeling the weight of Stephanie's disappointment lingering in the air, Jake turned to Y/n with a determined expression, his hand finding its way to her hip as he spoke softly. "I'll go talk to Stephanie, make sure she's alright and tuck her in. And then I'll swing by DJ's room to say goodnight," he promised, his voice filled with reassurance.

Y/n met Jake's gaze with a grateful smile, feeling a surge of warmth at his thoughtful gesture. "Thank you, Jake," she murmured, her voice soft with appreciation. "I'll check in on Michelle one more time and finish up a few things downstairs."

With a gentle squeeze of Y/n's hip, Jake turned and made his way towards Stephanie's room, his heart heavy with the desire to mend any hurt feelings. As he approached the closed door, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead.

Inside Stephanie's room, Jake found her sitting on her bed, her expression a mix of frustration and sadness. He sat down beside her, his arm draped around her shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"Hey, Steph," he began, his voice gentle. "I know it's tough having to share your room with DJ. But I promise, we'll figure something out, okay? You won't have to feel like you're missing out on your space."

Stephanie glanced up at Jake, her eyes searching his for sincerity. Slowly, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, reassured by his words. "Thanks, Uncle Jake," she said, her voice soft with gratitude.

With a final squeeze of Stephanie's shoulder, Jake stood up, ready to fulfil his promise to check in on DJ. As he made his way to her bed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his role as a father figure to the Bradshaw girls, grateful for the opportunity to support and care for them as part of their loving family.

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[itsmebytch001]

What if the reader tries and succeeds to kill herself? How would the family react? I'm sorry if this goes against your rules, I'm new. I really like your writing and find the yandere family to be comforting, oddly enough.

Total Family devistation...

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Jeff was beside himself, he had to be the one to tell Aaron that they had found you, and not alive. He a father, had to tell another father that his only child, his daughter had been found dead and by her own hand. It had to be him, beacuse if not him, who? He had already had the pleasure of idenitying you, cold and alone in a moruge full of strangers, but you, his niece, so young and vibrant now grey and stiff in this terrible terrible place, and its not like he hadn't been to a mourge before, he had just never known who was under the sheet.

And he so destpratley wanted it to be anyone but you, but even before the sheet was lifted, he knew it was you. Looking down at your young face so dranied and empty it felt so wrong it turn his back on you to spare himself the horror of looking at you, but he simply could not bare it.

But he knew the worse was yet to come. While Rio, Miles where all at Aarons house, waiting for you to be brought back home...alive of course he knew once he walked through that door he would have to explain what had happned, and that you would not be coming back.

What would he say to Miles? His cousin, but in spirit his sister was gone, dead and not only that but she had been the one to take herself out.

Miles was strong, but no one is strong enough for that.

Meanwhile Rio was making dinner for the three of them In Aarons kitchen, frying up something while Aaron sat on the couch tapping his foot nervoulsy as all panicked parents would.

Rio: "Oye! Miles Get out of Y/n's room!" She yelled to her nosey son.

Miles was sitting un top your bed, just starring into the void, worried, stressed as to your wear abouts, the whole family knew you weren't doing well, that you were struggling but he simply could not shake the feeling that maybe something terrible had happened.

Rio turned her head over to see Aaron was rubbing his face and bald head over and over to sooth himself and breathing heavily, she turns off the stove and sits next to him, placing a calming hand over his back.

Rio: "I know your scared Aaron, but Y/n is a tough girl, she'll be okay"

Aaron: "I Know...I know" He whispred.

Rio: "MILES, Come here!" She yelled summoning him to the living room where he sat down with his Mom and Uncle.

Rio: "Call your father, it's taking him awhile to call back, now call him"

Miles: "M'kay" He got back up to ring his Dad in the next room, only not to be answered, he called again and nothing, strange.

It was now 22: 17, and Jeff was standing outside your building stewing, having had broken down in his car, trying despratley to stop crying as he held himself in his pulled over crusier trying to push out the image of your cold empty shell, and thinking about how it was only days before when he had seen you warn, breathing and alive and now you were simply...gone.

What was he going to do.

He a father was going to tell another father, His brother that his daughter was dead.

He took of his hat, and carried himself up the stairs, and stood for a few moments outside the door motionless until he forced himself to knock, only to be met with his brothers face, worried and sweaty, again he asked himself how the hell he was supposed to tell him.

But if it wasn't him, it would just be an other officer, a stranger who never knew you never met you, so it had to be him.

Aaron looked own both left to right of the hall for you as he expected you would be returned to him, but you weren't there, Aaron looked at Jeff confused as Jeff ushered himself into the house. With his hat in hands Rio instantly knew something was terribly wrong, she stood from the couch as Miles re entered the house from the fire escape seeing his father in the living room he expected to see you with him...

Miles: "Ay, you find Y/n?"

Jeff: "I-I" He begins to shake, he can't make eye contact with anyone.

Jeff: "Aaron...Aaron I"

Rio: "What is it my love?" She asks as she can see whatever Jeff was to say is deeply distressing.

Miles: "Dad, you good?"

Jeff wipes his lip as he can feel himself begin to tear up, Aaron just wants to know where the hell his child is and can clearly tell whatever news Jeff has for him isn't great, but he must know as Rio reaches her hand out to her husband as a small comfort.

Aaron: "What is it?"

Jeff: "Aaron, Aaron I'm so so sorry"

Rio begins to tense her hand around Jeff's wrist, almost as if begging him to stop.

Jeff: "We found Y/n, but...she's gone"

Aaron: "Gone? What the hell do you mean GONE?" He balls his fists he's trying to convince himself it's something, anything else.

Jeff: "She's dead man"

The moment of complete silence falls across the room, Aaron simply can't process what being said to him, he looks confused, what do you mean dead? How could you KNOW?

...

...

Jeff: "we found her by a train track...She got hit bad"

Rio: "Oh...oh my God" She lifts her hand from Jeff to cover her mouth as she turns away from her husband reaching over to collapse over the couch as she begins to cry into the cushions, holding her face to shield her son from the sight of his mother broken down into a weeping mess. Repeating again and again 'no no no' You truly where like the daughter she never had, whenever you were having women related problmes she was the one you came to, she was the once who reassured you weren't going to die when you first got her period, she had help raise you from a babe when your father was overwhelmed, teaching him how to burp you, she was the one to forced Aaron and Jeff to re connect for the sake of the family for the sake of you two cousins, she was the one who helped you dye your hair, and then re dye it when it went horribly wrong, she was the one who taught you how to do eyeliner, she was the one who took you clothing shopping when you hit puperty and made you feel okay about your body changing. she was really like you Mom, when your actual mother for reasons beyond her control fell short, and now it was all gone, it was all over and all for nothing.

Miles: "Did you check Stella's house? She's always hanging round there" He' s in denial, Jeff can see he's about to cry, but he like anyone else is unwilling to accept the situation.

Aaron: " Or Bloom?"

Jeff wanted to entertain this, he wanted to indulge in the fantasy that you were just sneaking round your friends house, but it was you who was lying on that steal table.

Jeff: "Aaron, please I"

Aaron: "Did you even check?"

Miles: "I got Stella's number lemme call her"

Jeff: "Miles! Please..."

...

...

Jeff: "I Just got back form the mourge, It her man I'm so so sorry but she's gone"

Aaron: "nah man, it has to be someone else"

Jeff: "No...No its her"

Miles: "This has to be a mistake, it-it, How could she, Why would you say this?!"

Aaron: "is this a joke?"

Jeff: "What?"

Aaron: "Is this one of Y/n's stunts?"

Jeff: "No no Aaron please"

Aaron: "Is she back at the station or something?"

Jeff: "Aaron"

Aaron: "is she at the Stella's girl house?"

Miles: "Uncle Aaro-"

Aaron: "Miles call Stella she'll know where she's at"

Jeff: "AARON!"

...

...

...

Aaron: "Please man"

...

Jeff: "I'm sorry"

Aaron finally began to cry, backing up into the couch before breaking down as Jeff held him timidly as they all finally broke.

Miles in a trance of extreme grife stumbled down into your room, the room where he had spent hours chatting with you, playing dolls with as children and despratley trying to convince your parents to allow you to have a sleep over, looking over all your belongings, your bed and your rug he simply could not deal with it, so he allowed himself to sink onto the soft floor, and scream.

Months after the burial service the family was still very much in pices, Aaron still found himself setting out a table of food for you, having a moment of realistion, of remembering but refusing to leave to throw the food out, he always had the hope you would one day just walk through the door, alive. He would leave the food out until it began to rot beacuse throwing it out would mean accpeting you were gone.

Rio had started going to church again, after work, on weekends she became a regular again, and all she ever prayed for was for you to come back, or a sign that you were okay where ever you were, she would ask the pastor again and again to reasure her that you were in heaven, at peace and happy, but it was never enough.

She had built a shrine to you, a small one in her room with Jeff, it was just of a small photo of you with a pair of earings, a braclet and a small statue of mother Mary sourounded by candels.

Sometimes Miles would find his Mom praying over your shrine, begging for you to come back, or leaving small candies by it. But she still couldn't bring herself to visit your grave.

Miles visited you often, every few days leaving you fresh flowers, talking to you for hours about his spiderman work, school, how angry he was at you for leaving him, for not turning to him or anyone for help.

He also blamed your friends, how could they not see you needed help, they got to spend all their time with you, they monopolised you and they let you go, surely they must have seen something was wrong. He kept side eyeing them at your burial, starring at them accusingly.

Miles had put on a huge memorial for you, and it was beautiful, showed you in the best light with flowers and stars sourouding your face, and shared it with his family. Once it was finished and on display he and his family layed candels aroound it and then sat in a quite crying pit, It was the first time Miles had seen Aaron in 2 months, he had gained quite a bit of weight, grown out his beard and clearly hadn't slept.

Through the family would grieve, and try and heal but nothing was ever enough, they never truly recovered, the shrine was never taken down, the memorail was always being repainted to avoid it fading, and your Dad Aaron never stopped laying out food for you and never allowed anything in your room to change, he had turned it into a mueasem, and sometimes, when he was especially depressed he would sit in your room sourounded by your stuff and simply break down, crying and and begging for you to come back.

GIVE ME MOREEEEE SUGGESTIONS

[ruthplaysthesims]

Roberta Almeida (58)

Finally, we are introduced to a member of Raina's family, one of the formidable women in the Almeida lineage known as Aunt Berta. Born and raised in Glimmerbrook as the youngest of three siblings, she cherished moments with her family and grew into a notable spellcaster among the Almeidas. Her closest bond was with her elder brother Raymond until his marriage to Calandra, which strained their relationships. Despite animosity from Calandra, Aunt Berta found solace in Raina, her brother's daughter. After Raymond's tragic death when Raina was six, Calandra's actions led to Raina's expulsion at fifteen, prompting Aunt Berta to take her in protectively. Now, she waits for the right moment to confront Xander, driven by her determination to safeguard her beloved niece.

A message from Aunt Berta:

"So.. I see you are along this journey with my precious niece. A true beauty to behold, is she not? It is such a shame what happened to her. Worry not, dear reader. I already know she wouldn't do such a cruel thing to a human. Why, she couldn't even hurt a fly. Xander has incurred a debt he will find very hard to pay. As for that Aylin girl, I shall let Celia handle it. Meanwhile, all I ask of you is to keep watch over her. I shall come visit soon. I still have a few things to attend to... What's that? A secret admirer, you say? Do I know who? Why, of course I do. But it's no fun to just tell you. I love having you guess! *Looks around* all I can say is... It's not just one. I shall let you to your imagination. Do with that information what you will, and please keep watch over my niece. She is all I have left. Until next time, dear reader ".

-Roberta A.

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[theroyalsims]

ROYAL WEDDING UPDATE: ROYAL FANS GOT THREE KISSES AND A FULL BALCONY!

The crowd erupted in loud cheers as Anya and Gus finally appeared on the balcony!

And while we didn't see the two kiss at the Abbey (royals traditionally do not kiss at the altar as a sign of respect), we were, however, treated to not one, not two, but THREE kisses on the balcony!

The couple initially obliged the crowd's pleas for a kiss. The cheers seemed to get louder and the chants for a second kiss echoed everywhere. Anya and Gus both had quite a laugh, and the latter gave his bride a chaste kiss on the forehead. However, their fans roared again, and asked for one more kiss! A visibly amused Anya and Gus relented and finally gave the public what they wanted!

Shortly after, the pair was joined by both their families, filling the balcony to the absolute brim!

Gus was joined by his mum, his two sisters, his brother-in-law, his niece, and his uncle (his late father's older brother).

Anya's family, meanwhile, was in full force! Her parents, siblings (minus Eleanore, sadly), and cousins joined in on the fun! Even her cousin's respective spouses and children were there!

The Crown Princess' maternal aunt, Empress Alice, was also present. The former "Princess Alice of Brindleton" appeared with her husband, Emperor Kenji, and her step-daughter, Princess Hanna. The history-making appearance of the Shang-Simlan royals marks the first time members of a foreign royal family appeared on the Palace balcony. (Also, how cute is Princess Hanna, carrying little Adrian!)

Congratulations again to the beautiful, wonderful, and obviously very happy couple! Anya had to kiss her fair share of frogs, but we're happy to report that she's finally found - and married - her Prince!

Best wishes and the very best of luck to you both, Your Royal Highnesses!

[flowerandblood]

The Lost Haven (9/16)

[ modern mafia • Aemond x niece • female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, sex scene with Alys from the past, smut, the angst, description of a drug overdose, murder by shot in the head, violence, uncomfortable conversations, bad, bad things ]

[ description: The vacation from eight years ago still haunts his memories and doesn't let him forget what happened between him and his niece, the daughter of his sister and Harwin Strong. Their paths separate and he immerses himself in his father's mafia world until the day she calls him for the first time since those events. Sexual tension, dark, dangerous, withdrawn, thirsty Aemond. ]

Author’s note: As promised, this is another, this time official modern version of The Fall from the Heavens. In this version, Daemon is not related to the family, but is simply Rhaenyra's husband and the leader of the second gang, Alys and Larys are also not related to each other, but Larys is Harwin's brother. I will partly refer to the original series, hiding some easter eggs, and some will be a completely new, fresh plot. As in every universe, only Aemond calls her Rhaenys and this is not her real name (she is unnamed character and the others also do not know that he calls her that). There will be a lot more brutality and angst in this version, so watch out. You can read this as a standalone story.

Series & Characters Moodboard Aemond & Rhaenys Moodboard

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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After everything that had happened, according to his suspicions, all hell broke loose: Daemon's anger over the fact that they had dared to kidnap and imprison his daughter was great. Helaena, Daeron and his mother stayed in the house almost all the time under the supervision of their bodyguards, so that the unpleasant consequences of what was happening would not reach them.

Daemon's gangsters tried to forcibly take over what was rightfully theirs: brothels, clubs, restaurants, however, they were met with resistance, as they had no intention of moving from their place and giving them anything.

The comical thing was that, although the law was on his side, Daemon could not use the help of the police: their discovery of how widespread the money laundering and drug smuggling was would have given them all life imprisonment, and the premises would have been seized by the State for as long as the prosecution considered it good for the case.

For the first time in years there were real shootings and on several occasions, had it not been for his reflexes, a bullet would have pierced his arm or leg when he was just walking to the car park or leaving the club.

Despite what common sense would dictate, he didn't feel terrified: on the contrary, some part of him wanted a challenge, a release, anything that would make him stop thinking about what he had done to her.

He couldn't forgive himself for showing her weakness, for crying in her presence like a small child, for begging her forgiveness only to find after a while that he missed her, that he had suffered through their separation and the fact that he had lost her.

One part of him wanted to forget her but the other ached to prove to her that in some fucked up way he could change.

To become a different kind of monster, one that wouldn't devour her, but protect her.

He planned what he wanted to do with meticulous care, as if he were going off to war. He knew that Larys Strong was preoccupied with what was going on, thinking they were focused on Daemon, he meanwhile was lavelling between them, trying to pick up customers from both sides.

He was like a disgusting snake whose head he wanted to trample on, but mostly because he dared to threaten her.

He wanted to make sure that this piece of shit would disappear from the face of the earth.

He initiated the only person in his industry he trusted, namely Alys, into his plan.

"Why?" She asked, smoking a cigarette with him by the wide-open window in her flat, sitting in her smart black shirt and trousers, her luscious green irises staring at him anxiously, letting out a mouthful of smoke.

He took a drag, looking blankly out of the window, at the townhouse across the street, seeing her face then as she lay numb in the toilet, and then as she lay in his bed, after he gave her the sleeping drug himself.

He pressed his lips together at the thought, feeling an unpleasant constriction in his chest indicating that he was remorseful.

"He was the one who gave my niece the rape pill." He sighed, tilting his head back, spreading himself more comfortably in the chair with a loud creak of wood.

Alys stared at him in silence for a long time, her cigarette slowly burning out between her fingers.

"I met her. Your niece. A few weeks ago in the Red Sun pub." She hummed, taking another drag, not taking her eyes off him.

He knew she had noticed that something flashed across his face at the mention of her – involuntarily he turned his head away and swallowed hard, clenching his free hand into a fist.

Alys chuckled under her breath, blowing smoke out of her mouth straight at him as she spoke her next words.

"Daemon showed her what you did to Robert."

He stared ahead, fiddling with the packet of cigarettes lying on the table in front of him, feeling his heart in his throat.

So that's how she found out, he thought with regret.

"How did she react?" He asked involuntarily.

"The poor girl was in shock. Her uncle turned out to be less understanding than she might have thought." She muttered, leaning forward, resting her body weight on her elbows.

He couldn't look at her, afraid she would see what he so desperately wanted to hide from her.

"Was that her name that you accidentally blurted out then?" She asked, making him feel an unpleasant squeeze in his throat and a burning wetness under his eyelids.

The prove that she was right.

The nights with Alys had been simple: they'd taken care of business and then fucked. They knew they were both broken: what they were doing had warped and deformed them as individuals, and by giving each other intimacy they were simultaneously comforting each other in their misery.

"– fuck –" He breathed out, tilting his head back, his hands clenched in her hair so tightly that he heard her hiss from between his thighs. Her nails dug warningly into his hip, signalling him not to overdo it.

He couldn't believe how good she was at sucking cock, with what ease her tongue rolled around it's delicate, pink head while clamping her lips so that she squeezed it with each of his thrusts deep into her warm throat.

He was aroused by her directness, by the fact that she only wanted to satisfy and be satisfied, exactly as he did.

"– stop – 'm close –" He exhaled as he felt his erection begin to throb vigorously and twitch deep inside her mouth, causing her to let him out with a loud, perverted click of her saliva.

His manhood was all red and pulsing, glistening from his precum and her wetness, pleasant warmth in his belly.

Alys wasted no time in pulling her black lace panties off her legs, allowing him to turn her onto her stomach as usual. He positioned himself between her thighs, spreading her soft, full buttocks like a fruit, sinking into her warmth with a loud sigh of relief.

Only then, when he couldn't see her face, he was able to close his eyes and sink into his most sickening, dark fantasy.

As he slid slowly into her, in his imagination he could see the terrified, hot look in her eyes, her sweet lips wide open, her soft, fleshy cunt clenched around his swollen erection, throbbing with longing, making him run out of breath, her hands simultaneously pushing him away and holding him close.

"– Aemond – no, no, we can't – we can't –" His niece mewled in his mind, whimpering softly and innocently, afraid that someone would hear them, that her brothers would find out what he was doing to her, how greedily he was opening her slick walls on his fat cock again and again, unable to stop.

"– oh baby –" He mumbled.

He heard another sound too, a lower one – Alys moaned feeling him involuntarily quicken his pace, thrusting deep between her leaking, convulsing folds. Frustrated, he clamped his hand in her hair, pressing her face harder against the duvet, not wanting to hear her now.

He had never kissed Alys or any other woman. When they tried to do this, he felt only disgust and turned his head away – the act seemed to him too tender, too intimate, and on top of that, it reminded him of her, the taste of her lips, her warm breath on his face, her sweet scent.

For this reason, too, he never stayed up all night or went to sleep with the women he fucked: their arms, their embrace was not the one he longed for, their words, their skin, their fingers, their faces, their hair, everything was different, different, different, foreign, distant, repulsive.

Alys knew.

She felt it subconsciously.

"– are you thinking about her now? – " She breathed out, making him involuntarily bite his lower lip and groan throatily, his hips began to slam against her ass faster and faster, bringing him closer with each thrust to fulfilment deep inside her.

She didn't know her identity, but she knew she existed and that he wasn't able to forget about her.

"– would you like her to be so fucking wet for you? – to take you in so easily? – for her little pussy to clench around your cock? – to come inside her? –" She exhaled, and he groaned, imagining that she wanted it, that she craved his cum deep inside her pretty, innocent body, slamming between his niece's thighs like a mad.

"– u-uncle – uncle, uncle, uncle, oh God, oh my fucking God, please –" He heard her vulnerable whines, feeling a squeeze in his testicles, hot wave of pleasure ran through his lower abdomen and stomach.

"– f-fuck, Rhaenys –" He mumbled and came with a loud gasp, feeling her spasming cunt begin to clench against his twitching erection, along with him going through the wonderful relief that shook his body.

He froze, panting loudly and opened his eyes only to see that Alys was grinning wildly.

She was proud of herself.

She loved to torment him.

"– Rhaenys –" She said after him, intrigued, without shadow of regret or pain on her face. "– what a pretty name –"

"– 'm sorry – forget about it –" He mouthed, completely panicked, sliding out of her with a loud click of their moisture, feeling his heart pounding like a mad in fear.

He thanked God that it wasn't her real name.

"– why? – tell me more about her – it's touching in some way that you are so deeply in love with her –" She hummed, turning onto her back.

He quickly zipped up his trousers, for some reason unable to look at her bare body now, furious at her remark.

"Fuck no." He growled.

Alys twisted in her place, surprised.

"Aemond."

"I don't want to talk about it. That's not why I came here." He said in frustration, grabbing his Tshirt, putting it aggressively over his head.

She sighed heavily, leaning her back against the bed frame, looking at him intently.

"You are adorable when you are mad."

He looked at her, seeing in her eyes that she knew she'd hit the nail on the head and ran his hand over his face.

"Have you fulfilled your fantasies with her? Then, during your father's birthday. After all, he invited your whole family." She sneered, cocking her head.

He shuddered, looking at her shocked and horrified, feeling like a little boy caught in the act.

"Don't be ridiculous. If you don't want to help me with what I came to you with, just say so." He hissed too quickly, too angrily and too helplessly, and the corner of Alys' mouth twitched in a grin.

"Did you stop talking to her when her mother married Daemon through a conflict of interest or because you knew that as an uncle you shouldn't moan your niece's name during your climax?" She asked, and he felt his lips part in a shuddering, uneven breath.

"You betrayed that poor little girl even though she gave you everything you wanted."

Her cold, mocking words stayed with him all night: she didn't give him a clear answer as to whether she would help him, but she let him know that she didn't intend to interrupt him.

She had no love for Larys Strong and would benefit from his disappearance herself.

Although the plan was different, more complicated and sublime, he drove straight to Heavenly Beach.

You betrayed that poor little girl even though she gave you everything you wanted.

When it was all over, he decided that his success had been determined by the effect of the surprise: when he walked into Larys's office, he greeted him with a smile, standing up, apparently wanting to offer him something to drink and ask what he was coming to him with.

The bodyguard didn't even think to take his gun away from him.

He was just his grandfather's faithful dog, nothing more.

And yet, when he pointed it at his head and simply fired, shooting him right in the forehead, Larys seemed surprised and staggered backwards, falling numbly like a heavy wooden puppet to the floor.

He fled through the back exit, the door by which the bar staff were leaving for a cigarette, and although he hoped that one of the shots he heard behind him among the screams would reach him, it did not.

Apart from the shattered rear window of the car and the wrath of his grandfather, no other consequences of his act reached him.

"Do you know what you did? Larys was filling our pockets with money."

"And also emptied them." He hissed, watching as Otto paced around the room while he sat in his chair, pleased with himself as never before.

For some reason he felt a sense of pride.

"You are a fool. You did it out of a private desire for revenge. You acted rashly and thoughtlessly. You have failed me for the last time." He said in a manner from which he pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Aegon will take over the whole business, not you."

When he finally returned to his flat he felt rage and relief, disappointment and euphoria at the same time, feeling like he had completely lost his mind.

Vhagar watched him from across the room, seeing him throw things off tables and cupboards, afraid to approach him, her tail tucked under her belly.

He had killed him for her.

He sacrificed himself for her.

He lost his inheritance for her.

And she was not with him.

He felt in that moment that he loved her and hated her at the same time.

The dreams in which he killed Larys again and again came back to him every night, making him wake up drenched in cold sweat: he saw in them how he gouged out his eyes, how he cut off his limbs before her eyes, listening to her screams and her cries, her pleas for him to stop.

By having his grandfather reduce his role to the bare minimum of collecting money and handing over goods, he could finally concentrate on his studies during the day. To his surprise, sinking into the thick textbooks she had brought him was liberating, as if a new, previously unknown part of the world had opened up to him.

He was going to attend the exam.

He hoped to see her there.

He filed the documents in person and, as he was leaving the University, he spotted one of Daemon's bodyguards smoking a cigarette in the car park from a distance.

They had been watching her the whole time.

Good, he thought.

He knew that if anyone saw him there Daemon would take her out immediately and that was why he had to be more careful.

On the day of the exam, he felt like a small child: even though he knew what he had to prepare for and had gone through specific chapters many times, standing with a group of young people peering at his face and scar he felt alien, even though he hoped it would be different.

Even when he tried, he couldn't fit in, blend in with the crowd.

To his surprise, he found the exam itself trivial: too simple for his taste. He recognised that he had surely made some mistake when reading the questions, that there was something tricky about them, that he would make a fool of himself.

However, reading what he had written again and again he thought he had given the correct answers and just gave up, walking out of the room, dismayed and disappointed.

He felt like he had been pierced by lightning when he saw her standing in the corridor, looking at him with her mouth wide open. He felt a pleasant heat in his chest at the thought that she had come, for him, just for him, and then he looked to the side and saw who was standing next to her.

His hands clenched into a fist as her ex-boyfriend reached out to him, fumbling some sort of goof about how nice it was to meet him, pretending to be open and welcoming.

His niece saw immediately the danger that lurked behind his furious expression.

"Thank you, Robb. Will you leave us alone?" She asked him in a trembling voice.

He thought she had only taken him with her for safety, as she was afraid to come to him alone, and affectionately concluded that she was a wise girl.

"Are you sure?" Her ex asked her, making him feel his jaw clench in rage.

"Didn't you hear what she said?" He sneered harshly, throwing him a look full of boredom and disapproval, wanting to show him that he was losing patience.

He had done his part and there was certainly nothing more between them, so he could fuck off.

Robb clearly didn't like the tone of his voice.

"I'm not talking to you, mate." He said in a way he didn't like, but all it took was a movement in his direction for his niece to stand in front of him, looking straight into his face with her big eyes, her cheeks rosy with emotion.

"That's enough." She said. "Aemond is having a hard time. Forgive him. Sometimes he doesn't know how to behave. He won't hurt me. Am I wrong?"

He swallowed hard, looking away with his heart beating fast, feeling the hot shame spread across his lower abdomen.

He won't hurt me.

When Robb finally left them alone she shook her head with an expression on her face as if she regretted coming to see him at all and turned, startling him by going the other way.

"It was a mistake."

"– no – no, wait –" He moved behind her, immediately grabbing her arm, pulling her closer, as close as possible, smelling her body and her hair again, the scent of vanilla filling his lungs.

He let his hand embraced her waist, pressing his forehead into her temple, wanting to take refuge in her, feeling thirsty for her presence, her words, her warm gaze full of understanding.

"– are you two together again? –" He whispered involuntarily, wanting to be sure that this bastard was no longer a threat to her, that he didn't have to worry about him hurting her again.

He swallowed hard when he heard her cold laughter full of frustration, feeling a stinging discomfort in his stomach.

"– do you want to tell me how you know who I'm dating and when? –" She asked drily.

Why did she avoid answering?

Why did she speak in this way?

"– do you love him? –" He muttered, and she shook her head, furious, trying to push him away.

"– I hope you'll pass – let me go – let me go, I said –" She growled, but he clamped his hands on her back and snuggled her body into his, sinking his nose into her wonderfully soft, warm cheek, feeling how his erection reacted with an aggressive, joyful pulsing to her closeness.

How was he ever going to let anyone else have her?

How would he ever get over it?

There was no way back now.

"– I killed him for you –" He whispered and felt her stop resisting him, her whole body frozen in stillness.

He sighed quietly, leaning in, his lips swollen with desire as he began to place wet, hot, lingering kisses on her face, her jaw, her neck with every word he spoke.

"– I killed him because he threatened you – because he wanted to hurt you – I want you to be safe –"

He felt her hands tighten on the material of his shirt as a quiet cry left her lips, and he, feeling an involuntary desire to protect her from this suffering, cuddled her face into his neck, wanting to hide her, to bury her deep within himself, to be her stone fortress in which she could hide.

"– I'm not pregnant –" She whispered in a way from which he froze.

There was no satisfaction or relief in her words.

She was sad.

This revelation, the thought that some part of her wanted this child as much as he did, caused his full lips to place a tender, drawn-out kiss on her temple.

"– I know – the doctor told me – we just have to try again –"

We just have to try again.

He couldn't believe how easy it had been for him to say that, to accept that he was sick, that he had just told his own niece that they should fuck again, because that way they would perhaps have the baby they so wanted.

His life had reached such a level of absurdity that it no longer seemed impossible to him.

He heard her draw in a loud breath, shocked by what had left his mouth.

"– do you hear yourself? – after what you did to me? – after how –" She mouthed, choking on her own tears, however, instead of pushing him away she snuggled into him tighter, clasping her hands on his back.

She sought her comfort in him, in her tormentor, because he was the only one who understood what she was going through.

There was something simultaneously beautiful and tragic about this, he thought.

He had destroyed her.

"– shhh – I'm here, baby –" He hushed her, stroking her hair and her back as if she were a small child, pressing his face against her temple, wanting to show her that he was there for her and that this would never change.

His words written on a piece of paper then, in the hospital.

I will always watch over you.

They both flinched and moved away from each other when her phone began to ring and it appeared that her father's bodyguard who had been waiting for her had begun to grow impatient.

"– n-no – no, I'm on my way, I was talking to the professor – I'm sorry –" She muttered with difficulty, terrified, making him feel like locking her in his embrace and never letting her go.

She was so sad, so tired, so vulnerable.

He knew, he felt, that they would both experience true relief, true rest only in each other's arms, in the tight union of their hot, sweaty, naked bodies.

"– wait a few minutes before I go so they don't see you –" She said, leaving him alone, not bestowing a single glance on him.

And then her ex-boyfriend humiliated her in front other students, saying some bullshit about her lack of self-respect as he watched them from afar.

As soon as she was out of his sight he walked up to him – Robb looked at him horrified and took a step back, wanting to run away.

"I feel like smashing your skull for what you dared to say, but I won't do it for her sake. You will never speak to her that way again. What's more, you won't speak to her at all, or I'll make your face no longer beautiful. Do you understand?" He asked, and Robb nodded quickly, looking at him with big eyes.

"One ill-considered word from you. One look from her colleagues that I don't like and that reveals to me that you told someone about it, and your life will become very, very difficult. Mate." He sneered and sidestepped him, heading for his car, seeing that his niece and her father's bodyguard had driven off.

When he got back to his flat he thought he felt strangely calm: the thought that she had come to see him, that she still cared about what would happen to him, who he would be filled him with contentment and satisfaction.

He was not indifferent to her.

She could not hate him.

Vhagar, though uneasy in his presence for days, that evening approached him of her own accord wagging her tail. Though he did not usually do so, he allowed her to jump onto his bed, his broad hand stroking her large head. She licked his fingers, sniffing them beforehand with curiosity and he thought with a smile that she had smelt her scent.

"I saw her today, Vhagar. I saw my little girl." He hummed, scratching her behind the ear, letting her big furry body lie beside him on the bedding.

And then she called to him, furious and indignant, demanding an explanation.

Something about the way she spoke made him think she was charming when she was angry, surprising him with her directness.

However, this made him the one who wrote to her every day from then on, sending her pictures of Vhagar, and although she did not write back to him, he was happy.

He knew that she read his messages and thus he was able to convey his feelings to her, making her realise that there was not a moment that he did not think or miss her.

And then he found an envelope in his letter box with the University's logo on it, and for the first time in years he felt an almost childlike excitement as he ran up the stairs to his flat, thinking that maybe things were finally going to change in his life.

He felt his hands all trembling with emotion as he pulled a piece of paper from the inside and began to read, his heart in his throat when it became clear that his dream had come true.

He had passed.

He got into University.

He didn't know why he called her right away, walking back and forth across his room, smiling like a fool because he had made it, made it, made it.

"Aemond, you can't call me. Is something wrong?"

"I got in. I passed the exam." He said immediately, feeling euphoria, feeling joy, feeling satisfaction.

He wanted to experience it only with her, because only she could understand him, only her words, her appreciation, her joy could give him what he wanted.

"I'm proud of you. I really am." She confessed finally making him feel like bursting into tears, feeling for a moment he ran out of words, his heart pounding like crazy.

"Let's meet to celebrate. Please."

"No."

"Just for a moment. In a public place, in a restaurant, in a café. Wherever you want, wherever you feel safe." He begged, needing her now, her warm gaze, her hand clasped over his, her closeness, her, her, her.

"I can't, Aemond. You know I can't. I will always support you, including about your studies, but after what has happened I can't trust you." She confessed in a trembling voice.

He swallowed hard, feeling with shame that he had turned all red with emotion, and nodded his head, thinking with despair that he understood what she meant, feeling empty.

"– forgive me – I had no right to ask you to do this – it was a mistake resulting from my selfishness – thank you for everything –" He said.

"– Aemond –" She mumbled out in pain, but he hung up, or she would have heard his uneven, heavy breath, the effect of the tears that ran down his face and of which he was so ashamed.

How could he have been so naive to think that she would forgive him?

Would he forgive her if she did the same to him?

He tore up the card the University had sent him, thinking with regret that the sight of him in that building every day would bring back memories she wanted to forget.

He decided that there was no point in her seeing him, that he should respect her request, even though she did not at all want him to give up his dreams for her.

She was more understanding than he deserved.

Although he had never, ever done so, that evening he pulled out from his cupboard a syringe with the drug liquid he had given her that day when she had come to him at his request, wanting to help him.

He only used this narcotic in small amounts when he needed to fall asleep quickly, but this time he wasn't sure he wanted to wake up at all.

He squeezed his forearm with a special rubber band to make it easier to find the right vein under his skin and jabbed the needle into it, letting more of the drug into his system than ever before.

He thought he wanted to know how she felt then.

He imagined her terror, the one when, feeling him still deep inside her, she realised that he had tricked her, betrayed her, that he would do what he wanted with her and her body.

He felt like crying when everything around him blurred, when Vhagar began to bark, nudging him with her wet nose, licking his face. He, however, was only able to breathe, thinking that he was so monstrously tired, his body numb and heavy, as if it weighed hundreds of tons.

It seemed to him that it might have been months or even years before his mind began to awaken: the indistinct light of the lamps around him blinded him and irritated him at the same time, the loud beeping at his ear drove him mad, the stinging discomfort in his wrist seemed unnatural to him. He muttered in displeasure, twisting around, unable to fully open his eyes or rise, feeling dulled and frazzled.

"– no – lie down –" He heard his mother's voice, who had apparently risen from her chair, her familiar hand touching his arm. "– it's okay –"

"– what's going on? –" He choked out, feeling unpleasant anxiety and discomfort, everything around him seemed to be spinning.

"– you overdosed, Aemond –"

He spent the next few days in hospital, trying to recover under the watchful care of his mother and his sister.

He didn't know why he felt disappointment at the news that neither his grandfather nor his older brother planned to visit him, thinking he had acted like a small child merely seeking attention, why he thought they would care about his condition.

He didn't think much of it though, because as soon as he unlocked his phone, he saw three messages from her.

He had no idea what he was supposed to do, what to reply to her words, proof that she still cared about him, even though he didn't deserve it.

That same evening, when his mother was long gone from his side, she called him, making him feel euphoric and terrified at the same time. When he answered and put the phone to his ear he was silent, his heart deep in his throat.

"How are you feeling?" She asked softly, her voice full of uncertainty.

He swallowed hard, feeling somehow touched by her behaviour, by the fact that she wanted to talk to him despite what he had done to her.

"Exactly as I deserve." He confessed with shame.

"Did you… really want to do this?" She muttered in a trembling voice. He shook his head and laughed under his breath.

"No. I wanted to see how you felt that day."

Something in his words, in the way he said them made her draw in a loud breath.

"Your suffering is not my desire, Aemond. You hurt me, but I don't want revenge. I just want… to stop feeling this unbearable pain in my heart that I have felt in my chest for eight years."

So many unspoken words and feelings slipped through their fingers.

"I regret it so much. I told my grandfather that I didn't want him to involve you, but he said that if we didn't, someone else would want to take advantage of Daemon's weakness for you. And I believed him. I thought that Larys will actually try to do something to you again, but only now do I understand that it was a simple lie that I easily accepted to justify myself. Fuck, I'm so ashamed, baby, I really am."

He mouthed with difficulty, burying his face in his hand, feeling warm tears of shame run down his cheeks, trying to calm his heavy, ragged breath.

"My father took everything from me. I did these fucked-up things to other people for nothing. I mutilated them for nothing. The only thing he left me is the property by the sea, the same one where I lost my eye, as if he had made a mockery of me. I was so lost. I still am."

She was silent for a moment, as if wondering what to respond to his words.

"What do you want, Aemond? Truly. Be honest."

He swallowed hard, feeling that this was one of the most important moments of his life and he couldn't fuck it up.

"I want to study and see you once in a while. In a public place, so that you feel safe."

"And that's it? What about your family? About your business?"

"My grandfather limited my influence and responsibilities after I shot Larys without his knowledge. He no longer trusts me and doesn't assign me important tasks."

She fell silent again, making him feel like he was going mad with the uncertainty, his heart in his throat.

"The University Library." She said finally, and he grunted quietly, trying to calm himself down.

"I don't understand."

"We can meet in the University Library."

"Really?" He asked hopefully, feeling his heart beat harder, hot with excitement.

"Only there and for a short time. Once in a while. If I find out you did something to hurt me or my family, you'll never see me again."

The next day she agreed with him that they would meet in a side area of the library: it was nearing the holidays and most people were either outside or in the main reading room, so she decided that no one should notice or bother them there.

Fifteen minutes in which she was going to help him prepare for his first class, nothing more.

Nevertheless, in his mind it was his chance to prove himself and get things right.

To regain her trust.

He wanted to buy her a bouquet of flowers, however, standing in front of them he had no idea which ones to choose.

What if she doesn't like cut flowers, only ones in a pot?

Should he even hand it to her in the library?

He ran his hand over his face thinking that his deliberations were idiotic and only showed how desperate he was.

Then, however, he decided that instead of a flower he would buy her a strawberry lollipop: since she used strawberry gloss she must have liked the taste and could at least eat it, and he could hide it in the pocket of his trousers.

With this little gift, he turned up at the agreed time, feeling like an excited little boy, all hot and frisky with emotion. Indeed, he spotted her in the back of one of the rooms, sitting on the floor on special large pillows, leaning against the wall with a volume in her hand, bookcases all around her.

She had chosen a place where they would not be seen.

She flinched at the sight of him, her shoulders raised in a defensive gesture, as if frightened by his presence.

"Hi." He mouthed, not knowing what more he could say, his heart pounding like mad.

She blinked and sighed loudly, as if trying to calm herself, her gaze at once warm and watchful.

"Hi."

He walked slowly over to her and pulled off his jacket, laying it on the windowsill, sitting down next to her on one of the cushions, into which he literally sank because of how soft it was.

"I brought you my notes from first year. Read them, if you can't decipher something, I'll try to guess what I wrote. They'll come in handy for you before semester exams." She said immediately, as if afraid of silence or what more he might say, handing him some of her notebooks.

He nodded and took them from her, pressing his lips together, seeing that she had gone back to reading her lecture without looking at him.

"Thank you." He said, unable to do anything other than stare at her, at her shiny dark hair, at her gentle face, at her long eyelashes, at her floral dress fastened at the front with big white buttons.

They were both quiet, but despite the silence, broken only by her flipping the pages, he could feel the tension between them, her figure focused and prepared to flee.

He didn't know why he did it, but he slid a little lower and laid his head on her shoulder, just as she had done back then, during that holiday, reading the book about the Mighty Vhagar with him.

He heard her swallow hard and take a deep breath as his arms tentatively embraced her at the waist, cuddling into her like a small child.

He felt her twitch, her chest began to quiver as if she felt like crying. Feeling this, he stroked the side of her waist, his lips placing a gentle, reassuring kiss on her soft, fragrant skin.

"– please –" She muttered.

"– I have a gift for you –" He said, dreading what she was about to say. She involuntarily glanced at his arm as he slipped his hand into the pocket of his trousers and took out a rose-shaped lollipop.

"– I didn't know what kind of flowers you like, so I bought one like this – the sales lady said it has a strawberry flavour –" He explained and she swallowed hard, out of the corner of his eye he noticed a wide, sad smile on her face.

This sight broke his heart.

He pressed his forehead to her temple as she took it shyly from his hand, spinning it between her fingers, staring at it as if he had given her something precious, a ring or a necklace.

"I'll eat it later. I don't want to get the books dirty now. Thank you, that's very kind of you." She said softly and he nodded, his hand involuntarily from her waist rising to her face, letting his fingers run over the warm structure of her skin.

He felt her body relax slightly and they both let their bodies lean back a little, spreading out more comfortably on the large, soft pillows. He swallowed hard as she pressed her head against the hollow of his neck, as her hand lay uncertainly on the spot where his heart was beating.

He locked her in his embrace, kissing lazily the top of her head, feeling that he was completely hard, that he wanted her more than ever, knowing that he couldn't have her now, that he might never feel her like this again, but it didn't matter anymore.

She was with him, in his arms.

"Several of my father's men are dead. They were shot on your grandfather's orders." She whispered, and he swallowed hard, looking up at the ceiling, playing involuntarily with the curls of her hair between his fingers.

"I know."

"Did you have anything to do with it?"

"No. My grandfather restricted my field of action after we called the emergency services when you…"

He didn't finish and closed his eyes, seeing her again in the bathtub filled with blood.

They were both silent for a moment, taking comfort from their closeness – her hand ran over his sternum, making a pleasant shiver pass through his body.

"If your grandfather tells you to kill Daemon or my brother. What will you do then?" She asked quietly in a trembling voice.

"I will tell him to do it himself. The times when I was his dog are over and he knows it. He has no idea what to do with me. I'm out of his control." He sneered, sighing heavily, feeling suddenly tired and weary. His niece twisted and raised herself up on her elbow, looking at him with concern.

"What's your plan?" She asked, and he hummed under his breath, sliding his fingers from her neck between her breasts, playing with the buttons of her dress.

"I want to start acting on my own." He said cautiously, watching her reaction carefully. He saw that she tensed all over, looking at him warily.

"What do you mean?"

"If you think there's a way I could escape this world, you're wrong. Even Daemon didn't escaped it, he simply gathered his most trusted people and expanded his influence. I want to do the same, and I will start by taking over Heavenly Beach. Since Larys is dead, chaos has reigned there, and I intend to take advantage of it. Many of my grandfather's people don't like the vision of them having to work for Aegon in the future. They neither respect nor fear him." He said lightly with some kind of pride and mockery, running his fingers up and down her sternum with a smirk.

She had a penknife under her bra.

She shuddered and swallowed hard as he tapped his finger on the spot where his watchful gaze had spotted its shape, pretending he hadn't meant to keep his hand on her breast at all.

"– wise girl –"

"What do you intend to do with my step-father?" She asked in a trembling voice.

He hummed under his breath, looking curiously at her chest, slowly cupping her plump breast in his fingers, thinking how wonderfully it fit the shape of his hand.

"Nothing. I won't attack him first. For you. He has nothing to do with Heavenly Beach." He said softly, spreading himself out more comfortably on the cushion, feeling a pleasant warmth in his belly at the sight of her hand clamping down on his wrist, as if she wanted to simultaneously push him away and draw him to her at the same time.

"– stop – someone will see –" She muttered, looking around quickly to make sure they were still alone in the room.

"I want it back." He whispered. "I want what we had during that summer."

He heard her swallow hard, shocked by his confession.

"I…God, after all, you know it won't work. We can't. No one will accept it, no one will understand. We'll be miserable again." She mumbled pleadingly, feeling his hand move from her breast to her neck, burying itself in her warm, bare skin, her cheeks pink with emotion, her gaze hot and hazy.

"If you don't want it, I'll understand it. What I desire is fucked up, like my whole person. But I want you to know that what happened between us… then, when my father died. It was real. I've never felt more alive and fulfilled than then, being deep inside you. You were so warm." He said, brushing her soft face with his thumb, looking at her beautiful, puffy lips, the taste of which he longed to feel again so much.

"Aemond." She mumbled in embarrassment.

"I don't care how wrong it is. I don't care about morality. I've done far less moral things to other people. Making love to my niece seems to me the smallest of my sins." He confessed, burying his fingers in her smooth, dark hair, the tips of their noses touched as he made her lean towards him.

"Someone might say it's disgusting and wrong, but I only care about what you want. I don't give a shit about others. What they will think of me, whether I live by their rules or not. What can they do to me? Mock me? Fear me? They are already do. It's not about me, it's about you. I don't want to ruin your life." He said, shaking his head, watching her reaction, her eyes grew wide with shock, her lips parted in heavy, deep breaths.

The sight of her bursting into silent, helpless sobs broke his heart: his mouth began to place quick, lingering, loud kisses on her beautiful, rosy face, all swollen with tears.

"– please – please, I don't want you to cry because of me –" He muttered in pain, feeling his voice tremble with emotion, stroking affectionately her head and neck.

He pulled her body closer to him, wanting to embrace her, protect her, hide her from the pain that tormented her so much.

"This is just too much. I wish I could be a child again. To go back to that sea. To fall asleep next to you in that room. I wish I could feel again the peace I felt then. Your presence next to me. But I can't have it." She mouthed, choking on her own tears, making him press his lips together in pain.

"You have it. You have me. You always had."

She froze, looking at him with a hot, hazy look that made him want to take her in the middle of the library.

However, he decided that he wanted and should do something completely different.

"Do you like me?" He asked as one of his hands ran up and down her bare thigh, while the other was slowly stroking her head. She looked at him in silence for a moment and nodded uncertainly, trying to calm herself down.

He thought she looked like a small, terrified child.

"Very much?" He continued and she nodded again, breathing loudly through her mouth.

He smiled involuntarily, cupping her cheek, hot with emotion, in his hand.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Her eyes got big, her eyebrows raised high as she gasped loudly, shocked by his question.

"This time I'm aware of what I'm asking for. What I want. And although I should, I'm not ashamed of it. I have wasted eight years that I could have spent with you, no matter how much we would both have suffered during that time. I want to suffer with you by my side now." He whispered, tucking an unruly strand of her hair behind her ear, looking affectionately at her beautiful, gentle face, all pink with emotion and tears.

"I wish I could trust you, but I don't know if I can." She muttered, making him feel a squeeze in his stomach.

"I know. I'll wait as long as it takes." He said, brushing her cheek with his fingers, wanting to comfort himself and her.

She nodded, sighing heavily, as if she had given up and stopped fighting.

"You can only embrace me and hold my hand. No kisses on the lips and don't try to take me." She muttered.

He chuckled under his breath, feeling as happy as a small boy, cuddling her whole body into his at last, feeling her pleasant warmth, her scent, her closeness.

"Very well." He hummed, placing a warm, gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

He saw her frown and grinned widely, cocking his head.

"Your nose is not your lips, is it? Just as your cheeks. Your jaw. Your neck. Your shoulders." He whispered, brushing his full lips over each of the places he mentioned, leaving wet, hot marks on her bare skin. He sighed as he felt her fingers clench on his back, her soft breasts pressing into his chest.

He got his girlfriend back.

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Author's note: When we started dating, my husband brought me bouquets of lollipops because I don't like cut flowers and I could at least eat this. I think it's such a sweet idea!!!

[kankuroplease]

Riki and mikoto's father how is their relationship in the clan 🛐🛐🛐 mikoto's father transferred his sensual genes to his offspring

This is mostly me rambling under the cut, but the short version is; Tatsuya is the poor boy that is very respected do to his skill/training and Riki is the “princess” that is always trying to earn the Uchiha’s respect ✨

Tatsuya is a couple of years older than Riki and came into the world as a quick learner, so he was taking on missions while Riki was still learning to write

He knew about her because she was sort of a big deal being Madara’s first born and her brighter blue hair made her easier to spot around town

Riki sort of hated him or at least hearing about him because it was nothing but praises for his advanced skills

She did challenge him once to see what the fuss was about and he beat her without much effort using defense and pressure points (he wasn’t about to injure Madara’s kid)

Despite her being born of a higher status, Tatsuya was far more popular than herself and had many friends

when it came to others talking about Riki’s appearance, he often stated that he thinks she is cute (platonic) and would probably grow up to be a beauty.

However, if she didn’t she would still grow up to beat their lazy asses with how dedicated she is to train

He wouldn’t actually get to know her until their teen years where her brazenness starts to make him smile a bit

Her nagging him about smoking was kinda cute (aww she cares)

So he tells her he’ll quit smoking if she stops wasting ink on her hair

She would find his calmness both annoying and refreshing considering she has to deal with the twins daily

Riki starts developing a little crush after Tatsuya caught a bad cold. Runa and Yaya made her accompany them to help make food and medicine for the little family

There lied one of the Uchiha’s prodigies, head on her lap in defeat with a cool rag after he insisted he was fine and ended up collapsing do to his fever

It was kind of cute to see him cranky and valuable for a change

Tatsuya would also seek Riki out to be his partner for the Uchiha version of sporting events for the youth because she was his sensei’s niece and she was just as competitive as him, so he knew they’d win

Did they win most of the races? Yes. And Riki hated this one because she had to rely on him v

Tatsuya would accept that he likes Riki pretty much as soon as he realizes he does. He thinks she is beautiful, smart, and hard working

He has definitely met sweeter girls, but she is one of the hardest working and she does care deeply about her family

Her eyes are his favorite color and he would swear time stood still each time the warm hues of the sunset reflected in them

The only con to liking her is she is a daddy’s girl and her dad is Madara 💀

he wouldn’t say or do anything because he has his own goals he wants to meet before he confesses

Meanwhile, he gifts her sachets. It’s not something her brothers would be interested in messing with and something that he hopes will convey his interest in her

Katsura and Madara definitely noticed Riki’s room smelling aromatic and her acting strange whenever Tatsuya is around

Madara took a special interest in harassing testing Tatsuya’s resolve as soon as he pieced together that this little boy was fancying his daughter

Her mother asked Riki what she thought of Tatsuya and she mumbled that he’s a little annoying (while blushing). To which her mother smile because that’s how it started for her too

Tatsuya’s mother also figured out her son had feelings for someone when he started asking her opinions on sachets at the market.

When Riki mustard up the courage to try and confess with the kumihimo bracelet she made for him, Tatsuya cut her off with a kiss to the forehead

He felt the same why else would he put up with her father kicking his ass for sport?. he was fairly certain she knew that and just wanted to beat him to the punch with saying it first

But he got the first kiss in, so he’ll allow this victory for her

She tried to claim that didn’t count because it was on her forehead

He teased that she wasn’t ready for that yet (and he was right, but he didn’t have to say it out loud with a smirk)

Once they became official, not much changed besides people knowing and them exchanging gifts

But they did hit some roadblocks early on as Riki still hadn’t awakened her sharingan and felt inferior next to him (who awakened his at a very young age) at times

Whenever a sparring match between them ended in his favor (which happened a lot), Riki would want a rematch or she would simply storm off

It worried him because he knew she didn’t like feeling defeated and would over exert herself training to beat him next time

Apologies also didn’t really do anything as she didn’t accept them for her own “flaws”

And going easy on her really made her mad at him 💀

Which meant they had a few awkward moments where he wasn’t sure if she was going to break up with him over this or not

Eventually, he had enough of it and told he wouldn’t spar with her anymore until she learned to sort out her problems. She was beyond good enough and should be proud of that

He didn’t want to not be able to spend time with her because of something neither one of them could control when he loved her

So please, stop it?

Riki agreed she was being a bit of a jerk and apologized

It was a strange time for them both as they tried to learn how the other wants to be loved and expressses their love, but they figured it out

Once they grew more accustomed to being together, they started holding hands in public and exchanging sweet kisses when they were alone

Tatsuya developed the habit of gently caressing Riki’s lower back during stressful situations to calm her

Whenever Riki could not be found at home or on a mission, chances are she’s at Tatsuya’s home

Their mother’s thought it was so cute, Madara did not

Their marriage wasn’t a surprise to anyone by the time it happened

What was the surprise was Riki’s Sharingan awakening before their wedding ceremony

[anotheroceanid]

Oh my gods thank you for answering me I'm about to sleep so I'll annoy you more tomorrow if you keep answering my asks, Kronos thoughts on Percy? Just because of the Rhea dress up series I'm now starting on your ask blog

Don’t worry, it’s nice talking ✌️

Hm… okay, but as I said, Titans can be creepy. (this can be considered a bit darker than the previous snippets, and it gets a bit of titan lore from WTHB, but nothing that counts as an spoiler)

You know these old guys who will look at you and tell you that you look just like their deceased wives? That was Kronos. But at a much younger age, Percy thought it was super normal being compared to a long-recluse titaness.

See, everything was happening so fast ever since he got to camp, that never once he reflected much on the “you look like your grandma” talks. He thought it meant in a “she sided with the Olympians too, now they’re not even on speaking terms with her anymore”, and coming from the guy who ate his kids, Percy wasn’t paying much attention.

Years later, it definitely snapped to him.

Probably talking to one of the other elder titans, he’d come to realise how much Kronos used to really compare him to his former wife. Even in the way he spoke to Percy. Weird. Weird. Weeeeird.

The thing is: after a millennia or two living on Tartarus (and worse, without a body), you don’t end up well. Kronos, all his siblings would confirme, was never in a good place… mentally speaking.

Their father detested him more than he detested anyone else, and in the meanwhile Ouranos worshiped the ground Rhea walked on. And Kronos had a huge, huuuuge crush on her ever since… ever. No need to say that Ouranos was 100% against it, that was his little girl, his favourite, the jewel of his world, one good thing about having kids is that one of these kids were Rhea.

But Rhea liked Kronos too, when he was just that silly guy that made her laugh, so she hoped eventually Ouranos would soften a bit to this potential relationship. Well, it never happened. The whole thing with the coup went on. Rhea could’ve told his father that her mother and brothers were conspiring against him, but turned out she liked Kronos more than she liked their father.

Kronos was very smug about it.

About the time the coup happened, some of the titans were already married. Tethys and Oceanus had a lot of kids already, Hyperion and Theia had Helios and Selene already, and it was just a matter of time before Koios and Phoebe started having kids too. Krios was trying to woo his violent sea lady and Iapetus was doing just alright as a bachelor (until Clymene was born, but that’s an entirely different story), and the other titanesses were still in their “Boys??? Ew!!!” era. So, Rhea and Kronos got together. Everyone knew it’d happen. Happy ending, right?

Nope. As stated before, Kronos never been in a nice mental state. But Rhea loved him very much, and thought Kronos’ turmoil was just a matter of time (yes, a pun) and that he’d be fine sooner than later and would like have kids just as much as Hyperion but a little less than Oceanos (she didn’t want to have that many kids).

Then, she got pregnant. And he ate the baby. Then again. Then again. Then again. Well, we all know the story about how it got to the rock.

But Kronos… not so much. Maybe something deep (as Tartarus) down, he felt bad about it. Maybe he did want to have kids. Maybe he even liked the kids that he had. He made a joke about his daughters’ future weddings on the day Helios got married to Oceanos’ eldest girl, Perseus, who was Kronos’ favourite niece. He spoke about them like they were sitting just beside him, not in the bottom of his stomach. That was terrible. Rhea cried a lot.

So everything to say: Kronos is not very aware of reality as it is. He’s a terrible person (titan, whatever), but he’s also a very confused one. So at the sight of Percy, he didn’t see Percy… At least, not all times. Usually, he’d see Rhea playing in a younger, boyish figure. Sometimes, he’d see his enemy. And sometimes, it’d mix. And if Rhea was a bit wilder, well, he wasn’t exactly the same either, so whatever.

And if if Rhea had loved him more than she loved her father once, maybe it could work again, right?

But Luke didn’t want to cooperate with this part of his plan. Thankfully.

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Loss: Abusive! Offenderman X reader X Slenderman PT: 6 FINALE

(Y/n) sobs as she fears the worst. She can’t lose her child, not again! (Y/n) looks down and sees Slender attempting to make their child cry.. 

Soon enough cries fill the room. (Y/n) cries in happiness as her child’s cries and moves around. Slender also tears up and soon hands their baby to (Y/n). She instantly embraces her child in her arms. She kisses her forehead completely ignoring the blood and amniotic fluid

Yes, (Y/n) and Slender had a girl.

Their daughter opens her eyes and looks at her mother.

“Hi, baby it’s me your momma.”  (Y/n) says with a smile.

Slender sits on the bed next to his beloved, and the both of them look at their daughter.

“This is your daddy, sweetie.” (Y/n) says bringing Slender closer so, their daughter can also see him.

They both had tears in their eyes and soon the baby starts to coo. Slender touched her little hand and she grabs onto his finger. She was so tiny that Slender was scared to hurt her.

“Gave everyone a little scare there, baby.” 

Soon, the door opens and Sally enters with her uncles behind her.

“Sally come here and meet your baby sister.” (Y/n) says reaching out a hand for her daughter. Sally runs to her mother side, and immediately eyes her baby sister.

“Wow.” Sally says in pure fascination.

“What’s her name?” Splendor asks.

Slender and (Y/n) look at one another then at the little bundle.

“Hazel.”

“Hi, Hazel.” Sally says leaning in closer.

Offender’s heart is left heartbroken, as he sees his wife and brother living a moment that was meant to be his with (Y/n). Seeing Slender have a family with HIS wife broke his heart. He was meant to be in Slender’s place and welcoming his child with (Y/n). 

What hurt him the most was how he saw how happy she was with his brother. The same brother who was his best-man in his wedding. The same brother that introduced (Y/n) to him. The same brother that congratulated him when (Y/n) first got pregnant. The same brother who told him that he didn’t know where (Y/n) was after she went “missing”. The same brother who was probably fucking (Y/n) meanwhile Offender was panicking over where she was.

However, while Offender saw (Y/n) with Slender he could see she was happier with his brother.  

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“Hey,”

(Y/n) looks up from her daughter and looks up at her husband. He approaches (Y/n) and sits next to her as she laid on the bed. Offender looked down at his niece and chuckled as he looked at her sleep,

“She’s beautiful.” Offender smiles softly as his niece yawned opening her tiny little eyes.

(Y/n) nods afraid he was just acting. She knew a part of him was furious at her and at Slender. She wouldn’t even be surprised if he hated Hazel.

“I love you.” 

(Y/n) looks at her husband and holds onto her swaddled daughter. She looks down unable to look at him. However, she looks up at him the moment he passes her a envelope.

“I don’t deserve you, (Y/n). I cheated on you with multiple woman while married to you and while you were carrying our baby. I laid my hand on you more times than I count.” He tears up looking away from his soon to be ex-wife.

“Cause of me and my acts we lost our baby and I lost you.”

(Y/n) tears up at him finally somewhat acknowledging all the pain he made her go through. 

“I love you, (Y/n). I love you so fucking much. However, I love you enough to let you go. And I’m so sorry, my love.” He gets up kissing her forehead and moving the envelope closing to her. 

“Divorce papers, I already signed them.” He tells her walking out of her room.

Her hand opens the envelope and takes out the papers. She looks down at them and inside finds his wedding ring.

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“I’m sorry.” Slender apologized to Offender who was outside the mansion smoking a cigar.

“Don’t be.” He looks down and away from his brother with a frown.

“I had her. I had the only woman who ever truly loved  and cherished me. I had the woman who wanted to have a family with me. Yet, I through it all away.”

Offender chuckles as tears slowly roll down.

“I treated her like shit, Slendie.”

“Offender-”

“Don’t, Slender. I fucking hate you right now cause you kept her from me! You now have the woman who loves and cherishes you!” Offender yells to his brother who looks down from him.

“However, I’m glad.” Offender tears up.

Slender looks up astounded at Offender’s words.

“I’m glad you can give her what I couldn’t. I’m glad she found the man she deserves. I’m glad the two people I love found someone.” Offender tears up throwing his cigar to the floor and stepping on it.

“Promise to take care of her, Slender.” Offender wipes his tears turning away from his brother and walks away as his brother.

And he did.

Slender kept his promise to Offender. Even though, he mourned the loss of his brother, yet he still made sure to keep his promise. Him and (Y/n) got married and three more children followed after Hazel. Twin boys and another baby girl. His brothers Splendor and Trender were there both Slender and Offender.

Offender would look from a far as his ex-wife lived in happiness with his brother. 

[callsigns-haze]

Short love: Chp 13

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home. 

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

Here's your fic with the names "Joey" changed to "Bob" and "Danny" changed to "Bradley":

Y/n smiled as she drove, the upbeat tunes of ABBA filling the car with joyous energy. DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle chattered excitedly in the backseat, their voices blending together in a chorus of anticipation.

"Are you excited to marry Jake, Aunt Y/n?" DJ asked eagerly, her eyes shining with curiosity.

Y/n glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I am, DJ," she replied, her voice tinged with warmth. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him."

Stephanie piped up from the backseat, her enthusiasm contagious. "What's he like as a fiancé, Aunt Y/n? Is he romantic?"

Y/n chuckled, her heart swelling with affection for Jake. "He's incredibly romantic, Steph," she admitted, her thoughts drifting to all the sweet gestures and loving moments they had shared together. "He always knows how to make me feel loved and cherished."

Michelle, ever the inquisitive three-year-old, chimed in with her own question. "Will Jake wear a fancy suit at the wedding, Aunt Y/n?"

Y/n nodded, smiling at her youngest niece's curiosity. "Yes, Michelle," she replied, her voice filled with excitement. "He'll look very handsome in his suit."

As they arrived at the boutique, Y/n's heart fluttered with anticipation. She couldn't wait to find the perfect wedding dress and accessories for her special day, surrounded by the love and support of her beloved nieces.

Together, they stepped into the boutique, ready to embark on the next chapter of Y/n's journey to happily ever after. And as they browsed through racks of beautiful dresses and sparkling accessories, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and companionship she had found in Jake, and for the cherished moments she shared with her adoring nieces.

The boutique was a whirlwind of lace, silk, and tulle, with racks of wedding dresses in every style imaginable. Y/n's heart raced with excitement as she and her nieces began their search for the perfect gown.

DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle eagerly pulled dresses off the racks, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they imagined Y/n wearing each one. "How about this one, Aunt Y/n?" DJ exclaimed, holding up a classic ballgown with intricate lace detailing.

Y/n smiled as she examined the dress, running her fingers over the delicate fabric. "It's beautiful, DJ," she replied, her heart swelling with gratitude for her nieces' enthusiasm.

Stephanie held up a sleek, modern gown with a plunging neckline and beaded embellishments. "Or maybe something like this, Aunt Y/n?" she suggested, her eyes alight with excitement.

Y/n nodded, impressed by Stephanie's eye for fashion. "That's stunning, Steph," she agreed, envisioning herself walking down the aisle in the elegant gown.

Meanwhile, Michelle toddled around the boutique, her eyes wide with wonder as she explored the array of accessories on display. "Look, Aunt Y/n!" she exclaimed, holding up a shimmering tiara adorned with sparkling crystals. "You could wear this on your wedding day!"

Y/n laughed, her heart melting at Michelle's innocence and enthusiasm. "That's lovely, Michelle," she replied, her eyes brimming with love for her youngest niece.

As they continued their search, trying on dresses and experimenting with different accessories, Y/n felt overwhelmed with gratitude for the precious moments she shared with her nieces. With their love and support, she knew that no matter which dress she chose, her wedding day would be a celebration of love, family, and the beautiful journey she was about to embark on with Jake by her side.

Amidst all the excitement and suggestions from her nieces, Y/n's heart remained set on her dream wedding dress—a classic tulle A-line gown adorned with delicate beaded lace. As she browsed through the racks of dresses, her eyes lit up when she spotted it, hanging gracefully among the other gowns.

With a smile of anticipation, Y/n reached out to touch the soft tulle fabric, feeling the intricate lace appliqués beneath her fingertips. The dress was everything she had ever dreamed of—timeless, elegant, and utterly breathtaking.

"Girls, look!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement as she held up the dress for her nieces to see. "This is the one."

DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle gathered around her, their eyes wide with awe as they admired the gown. "It's perfect, Aunt Y/n!" DJ exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration.

Stephanie nodded in agreement, her face lighting up with a smile. "You're going to look like a princess, Aunt Y/n," she remarked, her voice tinged with excitement.

Michelle clapped her hands in delight, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I love it, Aunt Y/n!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious.

With her nieces' seal of approval, Y/n knew that she had found the dress of her dreams. As she slipped into the gown and looked at her reflection in the mirror, she felt a surge of emotion wash over her. This dress wasn't just a piece of fabric—it was a symbol of love, hope, and the beautiful future she was about to embark on with Jake.

With her nieces by her side, Y/n knew that her wedding day would be a celebration of love, family, and the incredible journey that had led her to this moment. And as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the precious moments she shared with her adoring nieces, who had made this day even more special with their love and support.

Y/n stepped out of the changing room, the soft tulle of her dream wedding dress billowing around her as she emerged into the boutique. Her heart raced with anticipation as she turned to face her nieces, eager to see their reactions.

DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle stood in awe, their eyes wide with wonder as they took in the sight of their aunt in her exquisite gown. Their faces lit up with delight, their smiles stretching from ear to ear as they admired Y/n's radiant beauty.

"Wow, Aunt Y/n, you look like a real-life princess!" DJ exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration.

Stephanie nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with excitement. "You're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen, Aunt Y/n," she declared, her words sincere and heartfelt.

Michelle clapped her hands in delight, her face aglow with joy. "Aunt Y/n, you're so pretty!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious.

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she gazed at her nieces, feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude. Their genuine excitement and adoration filled her heart with warmth, reminding her of the incredible bond they shared as a family.

With her nieces by her side, Y/n knew that her wedding day would be a day to remember—a celebration of love, joy, and the precious moments she shared with her beloved family. And as she stood before them in her beautiful gown, she couldn't help but feel blessed to have such wonderful nieces who had made this day even more special with their love and support.

Overwhel

med by the love and affection of her nieces, Y/n's emotions spilled over, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as she stood before them in her stunning wedding gown. Without hesitation, DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle rushed forward, their arms open wide as they enveloped their aunt in a warm, heartfelt embrace.

Y/n wrapped her arms around her nieces, holding them close as she savored the sweet embrace of their love. Their hugs were filled with warmth and tenderness, a comforting reminder of the unbreakable bond they shared as a family.

"Thank you, my darlings," Y/n whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for being here with me, for sharing in this special moment."

DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle squeezed her tightly, their own tears mingling with Y/n's as they held each other close. In that moment, surrounded by the love of her precious nieces, Y/n felt a profound sense of gratitude and happiness wash over her.

With her nieces by her side, Y/n knew that she was ready to embark on the next chapter of her life—a journey filled with love, laughter, and cherished moments shared with her beloved family. And as they stood there together, wrapped in each other's arms, she couldn't help but feel immensely blessed to have such wonderful nieces who had brought so much joy and happiness into her life.

After sharing a heartfelt moment with her nieces, Y/n wiped away her tears of joy and composed herself. She returned to the changing room to slip out of her wedding gown and back into her everyday clothes, a smile still lingering on her lips as she thought about the special bond she shared with her nieces.

Once she was dressed, Y/n made her way over to the assistant, her heart still fluttering with excitement. With determination in her eyes, she approached the assistant and spoke with unwavering confidence.

"I've made my decision," Y/n announced, her voice filled with certainty. "The dress I tried on earlier—the classic tulle A-line with beaded lace—it's the one I'm taking home."

The assistant smiled warmly, understanding the significance of Y/n's choice. "Excellent choice," she replied, her tone filled with approval. "That dress is absolutely stunning on you."

With a sense of satisfaction and anticipation, Y/n made arrangements to purchase the dress, knowing that it would be the perfect gown for her special day. As she left the boutique, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the future, knowing that she had found the dress of her dreams and that her wedding day would be a celebration filled with love, happiness, and cherished memories.

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As Jake sat with Bradley and Bob in the living room, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about marrying Y/n soon. Bradley and Bob, sensing his apprehension, exchanged knowing glances before Bradley spoke up.

"So, Jake," Bradley began, his voice gentle but curious. "How are you feeling about marrying Y/n soon?"

Jake took a moment to collect his thoughts, feeling a surge of emotions wash over him. "Honestly, I'm feeling a bit nervous," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But mostly, I'm just excited to start this new chapter of our lives together."

Bob nodded in understanding, a supportive smile on his face. "It's completely normal to feel nervous," he reassured Jake. "But trust me, once you see Y/n walking down that aisle, all your worries will melt away."

Jake smiled gratefully at his friends, feeling reassured by their words of wisdom. "Thanks, guys," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I can't wait to marry Y/n and start our life together."

With Bradley and Bob by his side, Jake knew that he had the love and support of his friends as he prepared to embark on this exciting journey with Y/n. And as he looked forward to their wedding day, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the incredible bond he shared with both Y/n and his supportive friends.

As they sat together in the cozy living room, Jake opened up more about his feelings, feeling a sense of relief in confiding in his friends. "I've been thinking a lot about our future together," he admitted, his voice tinged with emotion. "Y/n means everything to me, and I just want to make sure I'm ready to take on this next step."

Bradley and Bob listened attentively, nodding in understanding as they offered words of encouragement. "You're going to make a wonderful husband, Jake," Bradley reassured him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "And Y/n is lucky to have someone as caring and devoted as you."

Bob chimed in, his trademark grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, Jake, you've got this," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "Just remember to stay true to yourself and to Y/n, and everything will fall into place."

Feeling uplifted by his friends' support, Jake felt a renewed sense of determination. "Thanks, guys," he said, a grateful smile on his face. "I know I have a lot to learn, but I'm ready to take on whatever challenges come our way."

With the encouragement of his friends and the love of Y/n by his side, Jake knew that he was ready to embrace the journey ahead. And as he looked forward to their wedding day, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the life they would build together.

As the conversation continued, Bradley and Bob shared their own experiences and advice, recounting the joys and challenges of marriage. They spoke of the importance of communication, compromise, and unwavering support for one another.

"It's not always going to be easy," Bradley admitted, his voice filled with wisdom. "But as long as you and Y/n are committed to each other and willing to work through any obstacles together, you'll come out stronger on the other side."

Bob nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "And don't forget to keep the romance alive," he added with a wink. "Surprise her with flowers, plan spontaneous date nights, and never stop telling her how much you love her."

Jake listened intently to their advice, feeling grateful for their guidance. He knew that he had a lot to learn about being a husband, but with Bradley and Bob's support, he felt more confident in his ability to navigate this new chapter of his life.

As they sat together in the warm glow of friendship, Jake felt a deep sense of gratitude for the bond he shared with Bradley and Bob. With their wisdom and encouragement, he knew that he was ready to take on the challenges and joys of marriage with Y/n by his side.

The conversation drifted into reminiscing about memorable moments with Y/n, laughter filling the room as they shared stories of her kindness, humor, and unwavering love for her family.

"I remember when Y/n first joined our family," Bradley said with a nostalgic smile. "She brought so much joy and warmth into our home from day one."

Bob nodded, his eyes reflecting fond memories. "Yeah, and she's always been there for us, through thick and thin," he added, his voice filled with appreciation.

Jake's heart swelled with love as he thought about Y/n, his soon-to-be wife. "She's truly one of a kind," he said softly, a smile spreading across his face. "And I can't wait

to spend the rest of my life making her happy."

In that moment, surrounded by cherished memories and the unwavering support of his friends, Jake felt a deep sense of gratitude for the incredible woman he was about to marry. And as they laughed and reminisced late into the night, he knew that their love would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

As the evening wore on, the conversation turned to lighter topics, and Bradley, Bob, and Jake found themselves delving into deeper conversations, discussing their hopes and dreams for the future and reflecting on the journey that had brought them to this moment.

"I never imagined I'd be here, about to marry the love of my life," Jake confessed, a hint of awe in his voice as he glanced at his friends.

Bradley smiled warmly, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "You've come a long way, Jake," he said, his voice tinged with admiration. "And I have no doubt that you and Y/n are meant to be together."

Bob nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "You're both so lucky to have found each other," he remarked, his tone filled with sincerity. "And I know you'll build a beautiful life together."

Jake felt a swell of gratitude for his friends' unwavering support, knowing that they would always be there for him, no matter what the future held. With their encouragement and camaraderie, he felt ready to take on whatever challenges came his way, confident that he had a strong support system to lean on.

As they sat together in the comfort of their shared home, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the promise of a bright future, Jake couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. With Bradley and Bob by his side, he knew that he was ready to embrace the adventure of marriage and all the joys and uncertainties that lay ahead.

As the night wore on, the conversation turned to lighter topics, and Bradley, Bob, and Jake found themselves reminiscing about their favorite memories with Y/n.

"I'll never forget the time Y/n surprised us with a homemade dinner after a long day at work," Bradley recalled, a nostalgic smile gracing his lips. "It wasn't just about the food—it was the thought and effort she put into it that made it special."

Bob nodded in agreement, his eyes alight with fondness. "And remember when she organized that impromptu game night and we ended up laughing until our stomachs hurt?" he added, a grin spreading across his face.

Jake joined in the laughter, his heart swelling with affection for Y/n. "She has a way of making even the simplest moments feel magical," he remarked, his voice filled with admiration.

As they continued to share stories and laughter, Jake felt grateful for the bond he shared with his friends and the love they all felt for Y/n. In that moment, surrounded by cherished memories and the warmth of friendship, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the incredible woman he was about to marry and the wonderful friends who had become like family to him.

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