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saintobio ยท 2 months
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the biker's book club, feat. l&ds sylus.
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pairings. sylus, fem!reader genre. fluff, smut, biker au, 18+ tags. petnames (kitten), unprotected sex, spitting, hair-pulling, consensual filming, creampie, dirty talk, possessiveness, violence, slight yandere themes, impregnation notes. ik heโ€™s probably into cafe racers but the sportbike enthusiast in me thinks biker!sylus is the m*tthew w*ods of l&ds, booktok/biketok girlies iykyk
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who collects liter bikes like theyโ€™re toys; heโ€™d usually get rid of them as soon as he gets bored, but his current favs are his black & red edition fireblade, m1000rr, and superleggera v4.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who got famous on booktok overnight after posting a video of him riding his bike through the tunnel with a half-buttoned shirt. the view offered a peek on his toned chest and abs, leaving the rest to an innocent girlโ€™s imagination. the comments on that post are wild, and the views went up to 2 mil in a day.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who broke numerous girlsโ€™ hearts literally a day after that post, revealing that he already has a backpack (you) and that his sunset and midnight rides are exclusively booked for his girlfriend.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who eventually taught you how to ride your own bike, gifting you a white N400 on your birthdayโ€”a bike he calls โ€œtoo slowโ€ for him, but is actually fast enough for a beginner like you.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who once chased a car for nearly rear-ending you on a red-light. as soon as he saw how the car almost hit you from behind, the loud and chilling roar of his bike bolted you in surprise as he accelerated to chase after the car, breaking the assholeโ€™s side mirror, and teaching him a โ€˜lessonโ€™.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who always keeps a possessive eye on you, always riding within his acceptable distance because the last time he allowed you to ride ahead of him, some guy on a Ford 150 tried to ask for your number, calling you a hot biker girl he hopes to have a โ€˜good timeโ€™ with. that didnโ€™t end well for the poor guy, because the interaction was cut short when sylus revved his bike, lane splitting between you and the car, and running over the guyโ€™s outstretched arm along the way. he mightโ€™ve broken a bone or two, who knows?
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who owns a springfield .45 gun, and claims he has no problems shooting another guyโ€™s head if they dared touch even a single strand of your hair. heโ€™s a very territorial individual and would not think twice on committing a crime if it meant protecting whatโ€™s his.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus whoโ€™s hated by his neighbors, both because of how loud his bike gets in the morning, and how loud his girl can get during the evening. he doesnโ€™t care though, because the sound of your moans were actually music to his hears. he swears he has to hear them every night or he wonโ€™t be able to sleep well.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who gets very kissy and touchy whenever you two arrive at home, unable to keep his hands to himself while youโ€™re still parking your bike beside his. his lips would go straight to your neck, placing feathered kisses on your skin, tickling you with his warm breath as he tells you, โ€œyou know youโ€™re mine, right?โ€ of course youโ€™d say youโ€™re his. and he always follows up with a reminder, โ€œgood, because iโ€™d kill any son of a bitch who tries to steal you from me.โ€
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who loves to fuck you raw, rough, and fast. he always had you gripping on the sheets, or scratching his back, or screaming out his name in a salacious escape to release your earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm. he always had your legs shaking, your body twitching, your breasts bouncing with each slam as he doesnโ€™t stop pounding into you even after you came. he adores the sight of your beautiful, begging face each time he buries his hardened cock inside of your sweet, sweet pussy. โ€œmy kittenโ€™s being too needy, huh?โ€ heโ€™d whisper to your ear before meeting your hips with another satisfying thrust. โ€œalways a slut for me.โ€
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who likes to spit on your mouth, pull your hair, and slap your bum. theyโ€™re some of his many kinks, and he can get nastier if he wants to, but heโ€™d often say heโ€™d rather save the best on your wedding night.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who enjoys filming your extremely erotic moments together, claiming that he needed to revisit those videos for when he misses you. his favorite content seems to be when heโ€™s cumming inside of you, shooting every drop of his thick seed straight through your womb. kitten, youโ€™re so tight, heโ€™d think to himself. he goes even crazier for the view whenever he pulls out and sees his own semen dripping out of your swollen entrance.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who makes you breakfast the next morning after a long, passionate night. he always seems to cook the perfect pancakes, like he had specifically mastered the skill after you told him that pancakes were your favorite choice for breakfast.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who proudly displays you on social media, and bluntly rejects every girl whoโ€™d leave thirsty comments on his posts. he gets a little too sassy for their liking, but he doesnโ€™t really give a damn about hurting another girlโ€™s feelings if it were to protect yours.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who lets you โ€˜breakโ€™ his masculine ego by allowing you to paint his nails, give him skin care, or place cute, tiny, heart-shaped clips all over his hair whenever you were in the mood to. heโ€™d just stare at you the whole time, amused at how youโ€™d treat him like your own ken doll.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus whose immediate response when you told him youโ€™re pregnant was โ€œdo you think itโ€™s a baby girl?โ€ there was no ounce of surprise in his eyes, no scintilla of worry at the thought of being an unexpected father, clearly, because he should already see it coming especially with how sexually active you two are. he really wants a baby girl, too. and a boy next. so while you were nearly horrified at seeing your positive pregnancy test thinking heโ€™d ask you to terminate it, his calm and loving reaction to your unexpected baby was what made you realize that there was nothing else you could ever want in a man.
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช biker!sylus who, on the very next day, asked you to try and test start your bike because he thinks somethingโ€™s โ€˜wrongโ€™ with it. you hurried to check your bike, of course. little did you know, the keychain strapped onto your key had been replaced, now with a new, embroidered keychain bearing the words, โ€œmarry me?โ€
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#l&ds sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus smut#sylus fluff#sylus drabble#l&ds drabble#l&ds x reader#love & deepsace x reader#l&ds headcanons#sylus headcanons
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bones4thecats ยท 5 months
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Jamil, Leona, Idia and malleus, with a s/o who is like Loid or Yor from Spy family please (where they talk about what their life was like whether the reader is a spy or an assassin)
Having An S/O Similar to Yor Briar
Type of Writing: Request Name: Having An S/O Similar to Yor Briar Characters: Jamil Viper, Leona Kingscholar, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia Requester: @marinahavik
A/N: Hey guys, sorry for not posting something like this in a while. Iโ€™ve been busy with some of my family and friendsโ€™ issues. Also, due to this reader being inspired by Yor Briar, there are slight spoilers for the Spy x Family manga and anime. Have a great rest of your days/nights!
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Yor Briar! S/O ; An Assassin for the Al-Asim Family
๐Ÿ Youโ€™ve been working alongside the Al-Asim family for multiple years, maybe ever since you were a young tot and needed to care for your younger brother
๐Ÿ As one of their top assassins for any suspicious activity at such a young age, many believed you were weaker than them, especially when it was learned you didnโ€™t know many spells, but you were rumored to have a powerful unique spell
๐Ÿ Due to the power you held with this spell, you were put on a mission to watch over the oldest Al-Asim son, Kalim, and help around with your oldest friend, Jamil, when caring for the youthful boy
๐Ÿ Ever since you first joined the two in Night Raven College, you and Jamil quickly became known as the parents of Scarabia
๐Ÿ You were a terrible cook, even worse than Kalim. And Jamil learned this when he sent you a message and asked if you could put the chicken in the oven and he came back to a load of Scarabia students watching as you panicked and tried putting out a load of smoke
๐Ÿ Many fear your anger. Including your boyfriend. This was shown on two occasions;
๐Ÿ You had been watching your younger brother, who was 10, when a Savanaclaw student had come by and began to harass Yuri. And when you noticed that he tried to swipe him with his claws, you took out your golden stiletto-type weapons and held them to his throat, giving him the hardest glare ever. One that caused Leona to look at you with his ears slightly down and his tail fully down in fear
๐Ÿ The second time was when someone had tried to send a duo of flying-blades towards Kalim and Jamil, only for you to knock them back and tackle them down after knocking them around like a ragdoll, much to Kalimโ€™s admiration and Jamilโ€™s slight fear and attraction
๐Ÿ Jamil knows you prefer to be given missions leading you to harm those that harm others, and he respects you for that. Especially when you had stood up and refused a mission due to the need of harming one innocent person, you really were sweet
๐Ÿ He also enjoys watching you interact the younger siblings of Kalimโ€™s and the children around Scarabia and the Scaling Sands, just seeing how sweet and gentle you were with them versus how you were with others was cute to him
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Yor Briar! Reader ; The Sunset Savannahโ€™s Royal Assassin
๐Ÿฆ When Leona first met you, you had just begun your teachings from the previous assassin from the Kingscholar family. Your training was hard, but it made you feel good that you were going to protect such important and good people
๐Ÿฆ Leona had just come outside for a nap away from his brother when he saw you using small bamboo-sticks as swords for your training as your sensei went away for a moment to speak to Kifaji
๐Ÿฆ Ever since he first approached you and asked what you were doing with bamboo, you were inseparable. You both trained together, becoming stronger with both your physicality and with your magical abilities
๐Ÿฆ He would rather die than admit this, but Leona loves how sweet you are outside of your job. Many guards are professional both in and out of their job, which bored the second-born prince
๐Ÿฆ But you? You were very serious and seductive when working away, but you outside of it all was very homey. You would smile at him and make him feel like he gained a glimpse of the heavens at that moment
๐Ÿฆ He loves to flirt with you, seeing how flustered and embarrassed you get makes him laugh. I mean, you basically kill for a living, yet you're nervous about a comment of how beautiful you were?
๐Ÿฆ When he first saw you cook, he was scared shitless.
๐Ÿฆ Leona knew you weren't the best at it, but watching as Ruggie and Jack ran in and out with buckets of water and fire-extinguishers made him look at you with dumbfound. Now he knows not to let you cook for his family at any time unless certain you can do it without any kind of fire
๐Ÿฆ Leona also enjoys seeing you fight with the other Savanaclaw members. He knows that they're strong, and every-time they challenge him for his housewarden position, he has them fight you to prove they could go against him
๐Ÿฆ He knows you can knock him on his ass, and you know these pups were no match for him. But nobody was going to voice these out loud, now were they?
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Yor Briar! Reader ; Hunter for S.T.Y.X. and Assassin for Shroud House
๐ŸŽฎ You have worked underneath the Shroud family since you were young. And you always heard from your superiors that the heir to the company was pathetic for locking himself away
๐ŸŽฎ Pushing their thoughts away, you had begun to praise the young Idia whenever you saw him working on a project of his. You had even come across him working on his Ortho-project. And seeing as you didn't judge him, rather you sympathized with him, since your younger brother, Yuri, and you were alone without parents, Idia was shocked
๐ŸŽฎ Idia, as you grew together, noticed that you would go out to gather some Blot-Monsters for S.T.Y.X., and when he asked his mother and father about how dangerous it was one day, they looked at each other and chuckled before telling him about his feelings
๐ŸŽฎ You guys are a very flustered couple. While you are by-far more physically affectionate, whenever your boyfriend had a moment of confidence, you become the ball of red underneath the blanket he gave you
๐ŸŽฎ He adores seeing you try helping out Ortho with his errands, but he also learned to put a piece of memory in his brother's metal brain telling him to not allow you to cook. He doesn't need a massive fire in the tech-filled kitchen again...
๐ŸŽฎ Seeing you go from innocent and loving to dangerous and hostile is something that Idia also loves. It makes him feel like he is worth protecting and isn't a complete waste of space. This also makes Ortho happier, his brother's dopamine and serotonin levels are rising!
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Yor Briar! Reader ; Royal Assassin for the Draconia Family
๐Ÿ‰ Malleus has known you for many years, you had first started working for his family a few years prior to your third-year in Night Raven College
๐Ÿ‰ He had seen how you would stand beside his grandmother, Maleficia Draconia, and just observe others while still holding small and daring conversations with others. He also noticed how much of a liking she and Lilia took to you, it was amazing
๐Ÿ‰ Now many can catch the eyes of the Queen of Briar Valley along with the Captain of their Guard. So, when it was announced that you had also caught the eye of the Prince of the land? Oh boy, did everyone believe you were a walking ball of luck
๐Ÿ‰ Your personality is the main reason that Malleus fell for you. You were very sweet and caring for others, despite your role of harming others that tried killing any royal or important members of the court
๐Ÿ‰ He also liked how you refused to harm innocent people. Normally, an assassin wouldn't care who they had to kill as long as they got their pay at the end of the day. But you? You made an important deal with the Queen herself, saying you would never lay your hands upon an innocent person, no matter what
๐Ÿ‰ Malleus also likes how you can defend yourself and how you use this to bond with the others. He holds Lilia, Silver, and Sebek close for a reason. They may not be blood, but they are a part of his family, and seeing you bond with them so well feels amazing
๐Ÿ‰ Whenever he does sleep, he dreams of you messing around with your future children, who are just like you; sweet yet dangerous. And just seeing that black ring on your finger would send his tail into a wagging state as he cuddled up to your back
๐Ÿ‰ And don't get me started on whenever you come out and run into a small child looking for their parent
๐Ÿ‰ That happened when you were taking a small walk with the Prince around the nearby woods, and when the child bumped into your leg, they apologized and told you their story. Seeing you comfort the tiny human and help direct them to their mother warmed his heart
๐Ÿ‰ You were the perfect person for him... there was no denying that
#Twisted Wonderland#Twst#Savanaclaw#Scarabia#Ignihyde#Diasomnia#Night Raven College#NRC#Twisted Wonderland x Reader#Twst x Reader#Savanaclaw x Reader#Scarabia x Reader#Ignihyde x Reader#Diasomnia x Reader#Night Raven College x Reader#NRC x Reader#S/O! Reader#GN! Reader#Jamil Viper#Jamil Viper x Reader#Leona Kingscholar#Leona Kingscholar x Reader#Idia Shroud#Idia Shroud x Reader#Malleus Draconia#Malleus Draconia x Reader
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I apologize for this but it has been my brain-rot. You know those scenes in movies where the wife is in bed and reading a book while wearing silk pajamas and their husband comes in the bedroom, freshly showered with the wet water dripping down their hair and only wearing sweatpants, which really turns on the wife. I get that vibes in The Way It Goes, especially after your son is put to bed for the night
โ†ณ A/Nย No apology needed whatsoever, anon!! I am always so willing to hear your brain rot and the fun creative things it may inspire...like this!! Also, thank you to @sadiethekoala for helping me pick this idea as my next blurb to write out of my few I have planned :)
โ†ณ Pairings:ย Husband!George Russell x Fem!Wife!Reader (NO use of y/n)
โ†ณ Word Count:ย 1.5k
โ†ณ Warnings: Unedited. George gets silently stared at with slightly lustful undertones? Brief mentions of post-partum body changes.ย 
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You once remembered a time where sunset in Monaco meant the night was only just beginning. Back in those days where your responsibilities finished with the end of a work day, life felt free and limitless. When George would be home for days between race weekends and youโ€™d spend hours out on the harbour until your only company was the stars or the odd night out at some of the higher end clubs that made up the roaring nightlife of the Principality.ย 
Now, barely two years later, and life looked a lot different. It was different in a sense where you felt yourself growing up and maturing; taking on responsibilities that stretched far past the confines of a 9-5. You were starting to find the beauty in that, the appreciation for those quiet nights-in and the comfort that stability and routine provided. You found yourself blossoming in motherhood more than you had ever anticipated.ย 
It was hard to believe it had been just over a year since your son was born; that sweet blue eyed boy sleeping so soundly in the adjacent room. You could hear his faint breaths through the baby monitor on your bedside table, the red power light blinking slowly at you under the warm illumination of your table lamp. It was a reassuring rhythm that kept a fond smile ghosting over your face even as you were focused on the novel in your hands. The most beautiful boy with the most beautiful breaths. Ridiculous to those who had never experienced parenthood, but entirely true.ย 
Your page fluttered as you turned to the next one, careful eyes skimming the words in the calmness of your quaint apartment. Flattened moving boxes were resting against the white paneled wall by the closed door of your bedroom, a few more scattered throughout the place in various rooms, still yet to be assembled and packed. With your little boy growing up and you and George already in agreement that more little ones would be following him in the future, it was only a matter of time before you moved onto bigger and better things.ย 
But, for now, Monaco was still home and that little apartment you and George picked out together back when you were engaged was still your own corner of the world.ย 
The sound of the shower turning off from the ensuite piqued your attention but not enough to tear your eyes away from your book in hand. The comfort of your freshly washed sheets you were snuggled under and the plethora of down-filled pillows you were propped up against kept you perfectly content where you were. You turned another page. Your son slept soundly.ย 
Soon, the bathroom door opened and out poured a cloud of warm damp air and, with it, your husband. George traipsed out, barefoot, donning only a pair of sweatpants that hung low and haphazard on his hips. He ruffled his towel through his damp hair, bare torso still flushed from the heat of his shower, a few missed droplets of water left unnoticed and glistening across his collarbones.
You looked up from your book, shamelessly letting your eyes wander his entrancing figure and following that fair strip of hair from his navel into the waistband of his sweats. George - either ignorant to your staring or so familiar with it that he didnโ€™t bat an eye - made his way over to the closet and pulled open the doors to rifle through the drawers.ย 
When he found what he was looking for, he shut the closet and turned back to you, holding up a pair of briefs, announcing with an amused tone, โ€œForgot something important.โ€
You snickered softly with a shake of your head, looking back down to your book, โ€œTheyโ€™re not that important.โ€
George moved around the bed again and knelt on his empty side to lean over towards you, his damp towel in one hand and his underwear in the other. You glanced up when he got into your vicinity and you effortlessly accepted his sweet kiss.ย 
โ€œHow was your shower?โ€ you asked with a calm smile as he pushed himself off the bed and headed back into the ensuite.ย 
โ€œWet.โ€ he answered cheekily from around the corner.ย 
โ€œLonely?โ€ you teased, a playful lilt in your voice.
He reappeared in the doorway, a sly smile tugging at his lips, now with the band of his underwear peeking out just above the waistband of his sweats. He was casually applying moisturizer to his face, his eyes glinting with amusement as he replied, โ€œIncredibly.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m so sorry to hear that.โ€ you crooned.ย 
โ€œYeah, well,โ€ George chuckled as he shrugged and disappeared back into the ensuite.
You looked back at your book although your mind was straying so you couldnโ€™t quite process any of the words you were trying to read.ย 
You glanced back in the direction of the ensuite and called out to him, โ€œDid you manage to get that workout you wanted to do done today?โ€
George appeared in the doorway again, toothbrush in his mouth. His nose scrunched a little, eyebrows furrowed, and he lifted a hand to tilt it back and forth to mime a response indicating โ€˜sort ofโ€™.ย 
โ€œWhy sort of? Aleix wasnโ€™t free?โ€
He shook his head but then shrugged as if to say โ€˜oh wellโ€™.ย 
โ€œTomorrow?โ€
He gave you a thumbs up.ย 
โ€œConfirmed?โ€
A nod.ย 
โ€œYour usual time?โ€
He shook his head and balanced his toothbrush in his mouth to show off ten fingers before returning to his teeth brushing.ย 
โ€œOkay, ten is fine.โ€ you looked back to your book.ย 
George disappeared back into the ensuite. You heard the faucet turn on.ย 
He soon returned, flicking off the bathroom light before climbing onto the bed with you, โ€œI meant to check with you before I confirmed with him, sorry.โ€
โ€œAll good.โ€ you held up your arm to welcome him closer. โ€œYou can do your workout whenever you please.โ€
He draped himself across the bed on top of the duvet, resting his arm over your lap and propping his chin in his hand as he gazed up at you. You paused, your book still clutched in one hand, but a single glance at his face had you setting it aside, bookmarking the pages to give him your full attention.
His hair was still damp from the shower, and as you ran your fingers through it, you felt the faint stickiness of his styling lotion. Your touch had him sighing contentedly, his long lashes fluttering for a moment. With a playful gesture, George extended his finger to lightly brush across the front of your silk pyjama shirt, gently hooking his pinky around one of the buttons.ย 
He offered a soft mumble, โ€œThis is nice. Is this new?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s only from Christmas. I just havenโ€™t gotten around to wearing it yet.โ€
George hummed in acknowledgement, his fingers slipping under the fabric to rest innocently against the warmth of your stomach. You were still carrying a bit of that extra skin around your middle that your pregnancy left behind, but George was always a fan of the physical memories of the strength and miracle of your body. His thumb brushed over it and he let out another small sigh.
You shifted in place to get a bit cozier under the blankets and George took your lead to join you, settling into his side of the bed. The room was bathed in only the light of your single bedside lamp, the curtains long since closed to block out the speckles of light from the Monte Carlo nightlife surrounding your corner of solitude. Together, you adjusted your pillows and tossed the extra ones to the floor before naturally finding your way into each otherโ€™s arms.ย 
โ€œCanโ€™t believe what a year itโ€™s been and itโ€™s only the end of March.โ€ you thought aloud as you settled at his side.ย 
โ€œMm.โ€ George agreed faintly, snaking an arm around your waist and needily pulling you closer under the sheets.ย 
You continued, โ€œOur baby turned oneโ€ฆyouโ€™re a close second in the Driverโ€™s Championshipโ€ฆโ€
He tutted and replied modestly, โ€œItโ€™s only two months into the season.โ€
โ€œPlenty of time to surpass Lando.โ€
George only chuckled and pressed a lingering kiss to your temple.ย 
Romance not lost after a few years of marriage and a kid, you straightforwardly asked, โ€œWanna make out until we fall asleep?โ€
George smiled against your cheek, โ€œAbsolutely.โ€
The duvet rustled around you both as you shifted into a more comfortable position, laying facing each other, arms lazily draped around bodies and under necks, tangled in sheets and each other.ย 
You once remembered a time where your nights together were full of passion; uncomfortable and lust-stemmed sex in club bathrooms or on the sand of the harbour beach after dark. Risky and carefree and limitless. Now, a little bit older but even more in love than you had been back then, all you really needed to satisfy your nights was the embrace of each other and lazy kisses in the security of your shared home.
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The Ikranรค Maktoyu (โ€˜banshee riderโ€™)
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Pairing: Neteyam x TayrangiClan!Reader
Summary: There was nothing you thought you couldnโ€™t do. So, when the eldest son of Toruk Makto challenges you to a race on your Ikran? Well, you never were one to run from an honest challenge. Especially when you had the fate of your feelings riding on the line.
Note: This is my first Fanfiction for Avatar and specifically WoW. This doesn't follow any sort of plot, so it's not technically necessary to have watched the new movie. Anyways I hope you enjoy xx
Warnings: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers (kind of?), Blood. Kissing? idk. This is a long one. I like to give my fanfics context, ok?? lol
Word count: 4,203
As far as you were concerned you couldn't be any different from the similar blue skinned Navi in front of you. While you were used to more complicated headdresses, and guarded expressions, these Forest children of the Omaticaya clan, wore little and expressed much. Several Tayrangi Clan members and you had journeyed vast from the Eastern Sea to meet with the Omaticaya people and its fairly new leader, Jake Sully.
Your mother had brought you up on the story of Jake Sully's arrival, on how the Toruk Makto had led all the clans together in harmony in order to rid your home planet of the humans who were intent on destroying it. Everything about Omaticaya had fascinated you, but as you grew so did your responsibilities, and now you reserve your emotions to plain passiveness.
This was mostly due to the fact that the people were so much different from your own. Tayrangi had long been separated and socially outcasted due to their spirited independence, and the Omaticaya people had once despised it. However, times had changed, and as your mother fondly admitted to yourself, new beginnings can bring new outlooks.
So, there you sat, trying to hold in any regard of the Omaticaya children in front of you, who had been introduced upon arrival as the Olo'ekytan's children. The youngest and giddiest, Tuktirey, smiled brightly at you as if she noticed your presence for the first time since you had been there.
"Come play with us, y/n! We were just about to go out into the forest." Tuktirey laughed, as she tugged on her elder sister's hand. Kiri looked up at you with a shy smile, and for some reason it made your heart warm.
They were very sweet children, most of them at least. Upon your clan's arrival to the forest, you were bombarded by the sounds of Ikrans all around you. While you were mostly familiar with the sound, the laughter and rambunctious noise as they swooped across the trees startled your clan. Who was behind the wonderful greeting? None other than the eldest of Jake Sully's children, who you were introduced to through a flurry of apologies as Lo'ak and Neteyam.
Each bore a startling resemblance to their kinfolk, and by closer inspection you saw the youngest of the brothers resembled the same five fingered trait as his father. He was the most feigned of the two, which made you suspect this wasn't his first time having to apologize. Neteyam was sincere in his apologies at the least, the perfect mockup as the prodigal son, burdened since birth you could tell.
However, something about Neteyam made your heart race just a little faster. Perhaps it was the way he laughed, and his broad shoulders lifted up ever so slightly. Or maybe it was the way he looked into your eyes, and you felt the weight of the world fall endlessly at your fingertips. Either way, you made sure you kept your feelings in check. You had goals in life, and you wouldn't let some skxwang (idiot, moron) mess it up.
"I was hoping to head near the top of the mountains. It's actually really beautiful to see near sunset." Kiri voiced out, the sound startling you out of your memories, as she looked back to see Tuktirey jumping for joy.
"Mom never lets us go out there before dinner, but maybe she'll let us since you're here!" Tuktirey laughed as she began to beckon us to follow her.
"We can go, but we've got to wait for Spider. He should be here any minute." Kiri rolled her eyes, before glancing back in apology for her sister's rambunctious nature.
"You called?" You heard a male voice call out from behind you, your body jumping in fear. You were used to the rocky shores of your homeland providing you a sense of hearing, but now that you were hidden between the sounds of the forest, you couldn't quite gather your surroundings.
"Spider! There you are, where were you?" Kiri exclaimed, as you watched to see the human jump from a fallen tree limb, as he laughed underneath his mask.
When you had first taken a glimpse of a human on Pandora, it had not been under good circumstances. It was as the RDA had begun to shuffle their way out, but the memories from your older clan members had done enough to make you hold reservations against them. Even though you had been told of Spider's upbringing, you couldn't help but feel as if his alliance did not stand completely still against one side.
Spider glanced your way, a careful nod towards you, before pulling on Kiri's tail in playfulness. Kiri hissed as she smacked him away, him dodging her advances. Before you knew it, they were in their own little world arguing about something leaving Tuktirey to sigh in impatience.
"Guys can you stop! We have to get going!" Tuk complained. Kiri looked up as she glanced your way in apology. She beckoned Spider to follow us, as we began heading through the thick jungle.
You watched in hesitance as the Sully clan leaped and bounded across tree limbs and small streams. Syaksuk (lemurs) danced across the forest vines, their playful voices echoing around as they swung. Every so often Tuk would stop, playing with some sort of creature or fauna before Kiri or yourself would have to get her away from the distractions.
The trek was long, but it resembled your own passages on top of jagged rocks, trying to avoid falling. You laughed as you tried to keep up with the Omaticaya children, your passive disposition beginning to fade away. You actually felt really happy.
At this point in the day the light in the sky was beginning its descent, and you had just reached a parting in the densely bushed trees. Pushing forward, you followed Kiri and the rest stopped at what you could tell was an overlook. Pushing back a stray vine, your eyes widened before looking up.
There it was. Out of everything you had heard of the Omaticaya clan growing up, Ayram Alusing (The floating mountains) was the most magical. Your arrival to the clan had been up these very floating rocks. You could almost see the activity where the clan resided near the Tree of Souls.
"Mons Veritatis." You heard Spider whisper in awe, your gaze settling to where he looked to see one of the tallest mountains you had ever seen. Its top didn't even reach vision, the dense vog settling eerily to the distant calls of the Ikrans.
It made your heart thump in excitement at riding your Ikran across the sky.
"Iknimaya. It is our rite of passage to ride our Ikrans. You do the same right?" Kiri looked over at you, noticing your excitement with a smile.
"Yes, although I'm not sure which is more dangerous." You laughed as Kiri giggled, latching onto Tuk's hand.ย 
"Well, there is only one way to find out."
You were startled by how quickly they began to race across the overlook and jump onto the vines. Your heart began to thump as you scaled the rocks higher up into the sky. You looked down to the steep fall below, wondering if you had just enough time to call for your Ikran to save you if you fell.
You were surprised that with each step it got easier, and even Spider, who was not built for Pandora's harsh terrain, kept up almost effortlessly. Maybe that was why they called him monkey boy.
"We're almost there!" Tuk squealed, as the sound of the Ikrans could be heard louder. The waterfalls were louder too, and you felt a strange lightness as you along with the rest of the group slowed down as you neared an alcove.
"There they are." Kiri said, pointing over to the left side of us where the Ikrans nested. The backdrop the rest of the way was beautiful as the Sun began to hang low, and the outline of the gas giant was visible.
You felt yourself wanting to ride your Ikran Payngyรฌ , remembering that the hangar in which she resided was not too far away, and perhaps you could reach her.
Before you could debate it further a call could be heard, the voice sounding familiar, as you began to recall back to before and your arrival to Omaticaya.
Neteyam.
His Ikran soared across the sky, the multicolored blues of its wings casting shadows in the sky. Neteyam held strong to his Ikran, a symbol of good ability and you couldnโ€™t help but feel your heart race at the sight. He swooped below, somehow spotting us in the little opening that we stood.
Spider began whooping, before you looked over to see Kiri rolling her eyes.
โ€œItโ€™s so obvious heโ€™s trying to show off.โ€ Kiri snarked, the signature fourteen year old attitude dripping off of her like hot honey. You couldnโ€™t help but chuckle, before looking back towards Neteyam.
He now perched his Ikran where we were, his hushed whispers calming the still active creature. Looking over towards us, he swung his legs off the Ikran, before lifting his Ionar (rider's mask) and grinning.
โ€œSo, how long until Mom punishes you guys for being up here now?โ€ Neteyam laughed at his siblings, before looking over at you. He pushed his head forward, and signaled a greeting. โ€œOel ngati kameieโ€
You felt your face heat up, as you returned the gesture haphazardly. โ€œOel ngati kameie.โ€ Usually it came to you like clockwork, but you were quickly starting to realize even everyday tasks came awkward and jumbled when he was around.
Neteyam shifted his head in curiosity, before looking back at his siblings. โ€œYou know this wonโ€™t be a good impression to the Tayrangi clan if we keep breaking rules.โ€
โ€œNo. That was you and Lโ€™oak. Y/n wanted to be here.โ€ Kiri sassed, knocking Neteyam over the head who groaned in playfulness.
โ€œMom will let us be here if y/n is here. She is a fierce hunter!โ€ Tuk replied looking up to her older siblings.
Neteyam looked back at you, and the same expression graced his face. Can he seriously stop staring at me like that? Itโ€™s like heโ€™s looking into my soul. You thought quietly, albeit returning his stare.
โ€œIs that so?โ€ Humor now splashing his face as he laughed. You frowned at his obvious display of mockery. โ€œPray tell me, whereโ€™s your Ikran now?โ€
Something in you snapped and whatever ounce of female gaze you had for him went away, and a competitive nature overtook you. โ€œWhere your clan resides. Why do you sound so shocked?โ€
Neteyamโ€™s eyes lit as he watched you begin to challenge him with your voice. Something about the way your eyes squinted, or the way your soft lips titled in a scowl made his heart race in excitement.
Ever since your arrival he couldnโ€™t help but find any way of talking to you, being near you, anything. He would be lying if it wasnโ€™t driving him mad, especially when his siblings were beginning to pick up on it.
โ€œIโ€™m not. I justโ€ฆโ€ Neteyam paused thinking about his words before smiling deviously. Your head tilted as you began to realize what he was about to ask you.
โ€œDo you care for a race? Since youโ€™re a fierce hunter, Iโ€™m sure you and your Ikran can make a fine challenge for mine.โ€ Neteyam crossed his arms, his mouth trying to hide the obvious nature of trying to get you to blow your temper.
โ€œNow I would pay to see that.โ€ Spider laughed looking over to Kiri who was shaking her head.
โ€œAlright, what are the odds then?โ€ You replied, your hand already itching to latch onto Payngyรฌ.
โ€œIf you win, Iโ€™ll cover for you in case we get into trouble after this.โ€ Neteyam shook his head in humor.
โ€œAnd if I donโ€™t, whatโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll be thrown off the mountains for all of eternity?โ€ You laughed.
Neteyam smiled widely before shaking his head. He began to walk towards you, and the feelings that you had pushed back in place of competition started coming back all at once. He leaned down, a wonderful scent invading your nose before whispering in your ear. โ€œYou owe me a date.โ€
You tried to hold in the gasp that threatened to push out, your head which had been cast down tilting up toward his own, very near face. โ€œDeal.โ€ You whispered. You watched as the corner of his eyes crinkled in amusement, the ghost of his touch passed your waist, before standing back. โ€œCall to your Ikran.โ€
You wasted no time in standing closer to the edge, letting out your familiar call in hopes Payngyรฌ would hear. You were right, as a few moments later her beautiful light blue figure flapped its wings and perched with a sounding screech.
You walked over to her, the beautiful golden shade of her pupils dilated as you gazed into her, petting her slowly in greeting. You looked over to Neteyam with a nod. โ€œWhat are the parameters?โ€
Neteyam points out past the Tree of Souls to where a carefully arched connection of vines floated two mountains. โ€œOver there, a little stretched away from where the camp is.โ€
You looked at him curiously, and he seemingly read your mind in the instant it crossed your face.
โ€œTrust me it will be a challenge. The mountains move quickly, and you have to be careful to not hit anything.โ€ Neteyam walked over to his Ikran, leaping up onto it.
You climbed up on your own, latching onto the Tsaheylu (bond/connection), feeling Payngyรฌ screech, and her breath beginning to pump as she anticipated your next move.
โ€œYou can do it y/n!โ€ You heard Tuk cheer, looking over you watched Kiri look at you with careful caution.
โ€œBe careful. My brother is stupid, but he knows these mountains well. As much as it pains me to say it, he is one of the best hunters.โ€ Kiri grimaced, Neteyam cheering out in response to her compliment.
โ€œAre you ready, y/n?โ€ Neteyam looked over at you with a wide smile.
You couldnโ€™t help your own smile grace your face, nodding before him.ย 
โ€œI will see you at the finish line, then.โ€ He winked, and suddenly you had forgotten there ever was a race, before watching as he dove his Ikran down, and upwards into the sky.
โ€œOh sh-โ€ You exclaimed with a huff, following after him, the legs of Payngyรฌ tightening, her wings closing in downwards. You felt the gust of air and you were suddenly very laser focused on winning. Not because the bullshit win might not guarantee you a harsh scolding afterwards, but simply to beat Neteyam. A man that was so intently after your own heart. And winning.ย 
You saw him not too far in the distance, realizing there had to be a shortcut or some way to catch up to him and gain more speed. You tightened your hold on Payngyรฌ, her voice squawking out as you nearly collided with a mountain that was moving closer to your right side. You banked left, realizing the air was a lot similar to that of the Eastern Sea.
Before in races, you would use the wind speed to gain traction by going downwards and upwards. This worked even better, once you realized that Neteyam in the distance was having to lose traction to weave through the mountains.
โ€œCome on Payngyรฌ.โ€ You whispered, feeling her move exactly what you had in your mind, soaring upwards and downwards, before realizing you were nearing the tree of souls and the archway.ย 
Neteyam glanced behind you with a fierce look in his eyes, before banking off and passing behind a particularly large mountain. You frowned realizing the same mountain that was coming left was now barreling toward you. You gasped narrowly escaping the bottom as you dived downward.
You must have startled Payngyรฌ, because now she strained on your hold, and you could feel the fear in the bond. She began to slow down much to your disappointment, as you tried to push her forward.ย 
All of the sudden you heard Neteyam fly past you from the opposite side he had come from. Payngyรฌ, who had already been startled by the unfamiliar mountains, saw the shadow of his Ikran and screeched before diving again this time barreling towards the cliffs. You screamed, urging your Ikran to pull up but to no avail.
Neteyam mustโ€™ve seen the whole thing as you heard him call out to you. โ€œQuickly this way!โ€ He cascaded his own Ikran near the rocks, trying to keep Payngyรฌ from hurting herself. In the process of pushing your own away from the cliffs, you watched as his shoulder scratched against jagged rocks, his skin tearing up. โ€œShit.โ€ He swore.
โ€œNeteyam!โ€ You yelled, sighing in relief as he managed to pull his own Ikran away from the cliffs and fly smoothly next to mine. โ€œAre you alright?โ€
โ€œYesโ€ฆโ€ He groaned, his injured arm locking up as his face squinted into a scowl. โ€œI think-hold onโ€ฆโ€
โ€œNeteyamโ€ฆ do we need to stop?โ€ You replied in concern, worried for the fact that his injury had begun to slowly bleed.ย 
โ€œUh yeahโ€ฆmaybeโ€ฆโ€ His words now stuttering, looking at you in embarrassment. โ€œLook, let's not go back to camp, I wonโ€™t be able to make my promise to you if we do.โ€
โ€œIf I was that worried about that Neteyam, I wouldnโ€™t have agreed to this race.โ€ I huffed. โ€œWhere do you want to go? You need care, youโ€™re going to bleed out.โ€
โ€œNo, I know a place.โ€ Neteyam grimaced, beckoning you to follow him. โ€œFollow me.โ€
You grappled at the possibility of finishing the race or saving Neteyam, as you realized the way he was taking you was straight past the archway. Heโ€™s going to win, and Iโ€™ll owe him a date. You shook your thoughts from your mind, realizing any race or date was far from the task at hand, and making sure Neteyam is safe was more of a priority.
You sailed through the sky, the sun now setting, and the realization that your own mother and clan will be very disappointed if you embarrassed them by arriving past curfew. โ€œShouldnโ€™t we just go back? I just donโ€™t understand how any place weโ€™re going will help you or anyoneโ€™s case.โ€
Neteyam, who had gone quiet, shook his head. โ€œThere is a place on the ground near the tree of souls not far from camp. Our ancestors used to go there because it possessed great healing powers. Thatโ€™s where we get most of our medicine.โ€ย 
You stared at him, his braided hair flying in the wind and his eyes focused intently on the mission ahead. It made you realize just how deeply he knew about his clan, and the role he knew he would have to serve one day. It made you look at him differently, and not just as a headstrong boy. He was a leader, he would be their savior one day.
As you neared the forest floor you saw a few spirit trees up ahead and a small rocky alcove. Resting both of your Ikrans on the floor, you realized the forest was beginning to come alive with its beautiful glow.ย 
Neteyam grumbled, holding onto his arm loosely before looking up at me. โ€œUh.. if you grab some of those nearby plants-โ€ You held up a hand, taking over realizing this routine was much similar to that of your clan near the Eastern Sea. Many times, you had to seek out ways to produce medicine for your injured clan, and the forest was no different.
โ€œSit down.โ€ You ordered, pushing him down his mouth beginning to move in protest. โ€œItโ€™s the least I could do. You saved my life.โ€ You looked down at him before turning back and grabbing some plants to make some sort of salve.
โ€œThank you.โ€ You heard Neteyam quietly speak, feeling his eyes staring intently at your back. Your face heated up, grabbing a nearby rock and beginning to mash a few plants together.
You turned around, meeting his eyes who looked almost fascinated at you. You scrunched your face, and for the first time voiced your opinion. โ€œWhy do you always stare at me like that?โ€
โ€œLike what?โ€ Neteyam whispered, the nearness of your body to his and possibly the loss of blood making his voice go hoarse.
โ€œLikeโ€ฆyouโ€™ve known me all your life or something.โ€ You began applying the makeshift salve to his cuts, making him hiss in alarm. โ€œStop moving.โ€
โ€œWell sometimes I think I do. Youโ€™re unlike anyone Iโ€™ve ever met.โ€ Neteyam reached out his free hand, stopping you in your tracks. Your ears flicked in curiosity, before you shrugged his hand off of yours so you could continue. โ€œWhy do you ignore me?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t.โ€ You frowned, now suddenly very intent on helping bandage his arm, and stop from blurting out every ounce of feeling you have all at once. โ€œYou just-โ€ You paused before continuing. โ€œAll the other boys in my clan have never once been so intent on getting my attention. Not that I want it but- you seemingly always do. And I-โ€
โ€œSecretly like it?โ€ You scoffed watching Neteyamโ€™s mouth form into a wide smile.
โ€œYouโ€™re a skxawng you know that?โ€ You hissed, wrapping the bandage a little tighter against his arm much to his chagrin. At this point in his bandaging process, you had knelt next to him, and not realizing your nearness to him until you looked up to see his face so close to yours.
You inhaled that wonderful scent again and this time there was nothing to pull either of you away from each other. Neteyam closed in first, wrapping his uninjured hand onto your cheek softly, pulling you in for a kiss.
Wow. You thought to yourself. His lips were just as delicate as you had imagined them to be, yet strong and firm. You felt yourself move your own lips against his until both of you were passionately locked in one another. You felt his arm slide against your waist as you gasped, pulling you into his lap. Your mouth moved fervently against his, feeling the way he groaned beneath you. Something about the moment was complete bliss, and suddenly you were far away from your worries and goals in life, and all you wanted to do was to be wrapped in his arms for all eternity.
It all came to a halt when you felt his bandage arm try and glide against your body to pull you further down before the pain tore through. โ€œDamn it!โ€ Neteyam cursed, as you both pushed away in alarm. Your eyes widened as youย  fell away from his arms looking frightened at hurting him, but also at what had just transpired.
Looking around you realized it was now nightfall and most definitely one skip away from being permanently grounded forever. The spirit trees moved as the wind passed them by, a few sacred seeds falling around both of you, most definitely aware of what had just transpired from you.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€ Neteyam apologized, his breath still uneven, and his mouths a bit swollen from your own lips. If it had been any other situation you would have climbed back into his arms, but you realized you definitely should be heading back. Getting up from your position, your hand reached to grab his uninjured one.ย 
โ€œWe should get going.โ€
Neteyam stuttered before grabbing onto your hand and standing next to you. โ€œI- Donโ€™t you want to talk about what just happened?โ€ His hand swept across his face. โ€œSo does this meanโ€ฆ?โ€
โ€œI-โ€ You were at a loss for words. โ€œI donโ€™t know.โ€
Neteyam laughed before shaking his head. โ€œYou are unlike any female Iโ€™ve met.โ€
You bit your lip as you shook your head, laughing with him. โ€œLook, Iโ€™m not sure if Iโ€™m-โ€
โ€œBefore you say anything.โ€ Neteyam said, grabbing your arm to keep you from walking away. โ€œCan I take you out on that date anyways? Since I figured it was a tie, and I was going to try and cover for you anyways.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t think anything will save either of us from punishment, Neteyam.โ€ You chuckled, shaking your head, before turning around and making your way back to your Ikran to fly back to camp.ย 
โ€œSo?โ€ Neteyam called back to you, as you heard his steps race toward your own. You turn around watching as he got closer and everything that had just transpired came rushing in.
โ€œYes.โ€ You smiled. You realized there was nothing stopping you from him. You spent so much of your life running from love because you thought it would stop you from achieving your goals in life. That was until you met Neteyam, and suddenly you couldnโ€™t imagine your life without him. You were hopelessly in love. โ€œAs long as you promise you can kiss me just like before.โ€
Neteyam grinned, before nodding, grabbing your waist and pulling you in close. โ€œDeal.โ€ย 
And just like that, you had fallen for the Ikranรค Maktoyu, with no chance of catching yourself either.
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part one of the 'hangman & honey' series!
summary: The summer he turned nine, Jake was convinced he'd spend it like any other summer: riding his bike down dirt roads with all the other kids, lending a helping hand on the family farm, and brushing up on his backyard football. His life hits a tailspin when a new family moves into the house just down the road, leading him to a friendship and feelings he never saw coming.
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warnings: cute childhood friends to lovers, small sections of angst, tragic backstories and southern traditions. primarily self indulgent. this is written by someone from the most southern small town imaginable, so it's written with love as an ode to my own hometown, enjoy. <3
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In the great state of Texas, just a few hours south of Austin, sits a small town called Haven. It was a fitting name for a town so picturesque-miles and miles of endless farmland, stunning sunsets and sunrises, and the beauty of the state's flora and fauna. However, in all it's Southern small-town glory, it was home to little else. There was the hub of activity 'downtown'-the one school system, a family-owned restaurant, a convenience store, the First Baptist Church of Haven, and a hair salon. On the outskirts of Haven sat a large patch of barbed-wire fenced farmland, one that spanned most of the remaining parts of the small town, more than the eye could see. It was large enough to have its own unpaved road-Seresin Farm Road-and was home to only one house, the Seresin family house.
The Seresin family had owned the land long before the turn of the century, and had been passed down from generation to generation ever since. The Seresin's owned much of Haven to begin with, their farmland excluded. Most of the businesses rented their buildings from Jacob Seresin Sr., with the exception of the school system and the church. Despite their seemingly looming hand of ownership, you'd never know they held power at all. Mrs. Janet Seresin-first lady of the Seresin estate-was known as the town egg lady, always more than happy to pass out dozens of Styrofoam cartons free of charge. She held the unofficial prize of having the best homemade ice cream in all of Haven, and anyone in the small town would attest. Jacob Seresin Sr.-head of the Seresin farm and Janet's husband-was regarded in the same warm fashion. You could find him driving up and down the main street in his trusty red farm truck, often loaded with feed or some kind of good necessary to keep his place up and running. He'd stop and talk to anyone and everyone, literally everyone, he knew. He had been the one to help nearly everyone in his community rebuild after natural disasters, always willing to help someone in need, never asking for anything in return. The Seresin's were Haven's unofficial first family, leaders of sorts, in the small town.
Their son, Jacob Seresin Jr., was elusive and a topic nearly everyone knew to avoid. He had been raised on the family farm, attended the local school, lived and breathed the same life as everyone else, but found himself itching for more. He quickly fell into trouble with the local law, and with a last name like Seresin, he got away with mostly everything, which, perhaps, was his greatest downfall. He had gotten his high school girlfriend-a sweet local girl named Georgia Joann Smith-pregnant their senior year. When she broke the news, he'd taken off in his truck to Kentucky, where it was rumored he still was, looking for something he could never find. Nine months later, Jacob Thomas Seresin III, or 'Jake' as he preferred, was born, healthy, all ten fingers and toes. Just hours after birth, his mother fell gravely ill, and made her own swift exit in death. She left behind only one thing-her son. Jacob Sr. and Janet took him in with no questions asked, raising him as any grandparent would. Jake, luckily, seemed to inherit more of his mother than his father. His blonde hair gleamed in the Texas sun, turning almost gold in the heat-filled summers. His green eyes held his kindness-a sharp contrast to his father's dark brown eyes that seemed to only hold his anger. Jake bore Georgia's gentle soul, her wide smile and her witty personality, she lived on in Jake entirely. So when the new family moved into the empty house at the end of Seresin Farm Road, Janet had zero hesitations in sending Jake down to welcome their new neighbors to Haven. She'd spent the entire morning making homemade bread, having to occasionally swat away Jake's hands from the counter or tell him to completely get out of the kitchen while the loaves cooled. After lunch, she handed him a well-wrapped loaf and gave him instructions to take it to the newcomers, which Jake did without complaint. He'd placed the bread into the metal basket attached to his royal blue bike, trekking down their long and winding driveway. When he'd arrived nearly ten minutes later, he had parked his bike on the edge of the lawn, against a towering oak tree. He made a point to kick the dirt off his shoes, not wanting to track it onto the seemingly freshly painted, white wrap-around porch. He lifts his first to wrap against the door, one with a glass cut-out, much different than the screen door on his farmhouse. He fixed his windswept hair in the reflection of the window, remembering Granny's words of always looking well put together when meeting new people. The door's lock clicked, and when Jake looked up to see the man or lady of the house, he instead had to look down, finding a girl who couldn't be much younger than him. Her eyes were wide as they stared up at him, hair pushed out of her face with colorful butterfly shaped clips. Her eyes were captivating, and all of Jake's intended Southern charm had flown out the window. She smiles shyly at Jake, wondering why this stranger was on her porch.
"Uh, this is for you-or,uh-your parents," his arm extends the bread as he stammered. "My Granny made it, we live at the farm on the end of the road, we-uh, she-wanted to invite you to the neighborhood. I'm Jake."
Jake stuck out a clammy hand for her to shake, and winced internally. His Pawpaw would be reprimanding him if he saw this-it wasn't polite to make a lady shake your hand. Shaking hands was for business deals, and Jake had just shook her hand like she'd bought his show heifer. Jake's mind was clouded for a reason he couldn't explain, and he wasn't thinking straight. The girl blushed and smiled slightly.
"I'm Honey," her voice was quiet but pronounced. "That's not actually my name, but everyone calls me Honey, so, you can call me Honey. Um, is your house the one with the big magnolia tree in the front?"
Jake nodded quickly. Her eyes widened, shimmering with something Jake couldn't make out. Quietness settled over them before Honey spoke again.
"Is that your bike?" Honey points at his bike leaning against the tree.
"Yeah! Most kids ride their bikes everywhere here."
"C-Could I ride with you, maybe?" Her voice was suddenly shy, no longer meeting Jake's eyes. "It's just summer and I-I don't know anyone yet and-"
"Yes!" Jake cut her off, and mentally scolded himself, but as Honey flashed him a wide smile he couldn't find himself caring. She tossed the bread on the table just inside the door, slid on her purple jelly sandals and shut the door behind her. She led Jake to the empty garage, only full of empty moving boxes and a bright yellow bike. As she led them out of the garage and towards the edge of the yard, Jake's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her.
"Shouldn't you let your momma know you left, leave her a note or somethin'?"
Honey's eyes cut to her feet, her smile fading.
"She won't care, I'll be back before she will. S-She's a nurse, works the night shift at the old folks home in the next town over."
Jake nodded but said nothing, pedaling off on his own bike to lead her back down to his farm.
From that moment on, Jake and Honey were practically inseparable. The entire summer was spent with a blue bike parked next to a yellow one, swimming in the creek behind Jake's house, and running around the farm with nothing but their imagination and makeshift stick swords. Jake's Border Collie, John Wayne, became a frightening dragon of their imagination, and Honey taught Jake how to make flower crowns from the wildflowers in the fields. Janet had grown fond of looking out her front window to see Honey sitting next to Jake under her magnolia tree, reading her Boxcar Children book as much as she could with Jake chattering next to her. Even when Jake was busy with his farm chores, Honey would sit placidly under the tree, enjoying the occasional breeze as she read her book of the week. After the long summer, Jacob Sr. had started referring to it as "Honey's tree," and he'd laugh to himself every time he saw the girl sitting quietly under it. Both Janet and Jacob Sr. loved having the sweet but shy girl around, especially when they found out that she spent most of her time alone in that house down the road. On the last night before summer ended, Jake and Honey sat under the tree, swatting at mosquitoes as the Texas sun set. Jake looked over at Honey, who had finally put her book down, and asked:
"Why do you like this tree so much?"
She smiled a smile that Jake knew to be half-hearted and brought her knees to her chest, her chin resting on her kneecaps.
"It reminds me of home."
Honey had moved from her tiny town in Mississippi that summer, and she often talked of her home there, the friends and family she'd left behind, how her mother had left when her grandmother died, looking for a fresh start.
"My Gram had a tree like this in her yard, and she'd babysit me when Mom worked," Honey's eyes rested on the ground, where she was picking grass from the ground around her bare feet. "She'd read to me a lot, and it was my favorite place in the world. Sometimes when I read here it sort of feels like I never left."
Jake simply nodded, thinking of the mother he'd only met in pictures, and the grandparents he wouldn't trade for the world's richest man. Neither of them spoke a word about the statement she made, but they understood what it meant to both of them. Even at age nine, Jake was in love with the girl next door, even if he didn't know it yet. From the first year they met and every year after, Jake and Honey found themselves under the magnolia blossoms. Well, almost every year...
As the budding teens entered into their freshman year at Haven High School, the differences between their personalities became more apparent than ever. Jake was the ideal all-American southern boy: athletic, outgoing, someone who guys high-fived in the hallway, and one that girls would be late to class just to get a glimpse of. Jake was never one to let the attention get to his head, at least not too much. Sure, he enjoyed the feeling of being liked, and, sure, he could be cocky at times, but he was never the one to bully those completely different from him. Someone like Honey. Honey had always been quiet, shy by nature, and the very definition of an advanced student. She was beloved by her teachers, but not as well received by her classmates. With a town as small as Haven, it was either incredibly easy or incredibly hard to make friends, and for Honey, it seemed to be the latter. It wasn't as if Honey was perpetually odd-she wasn't homely or weird, just quiet. Jake was the only one who knew about her boisterous laugh that could be prompted with his corny jokes, or her wild streak, like sneaking into his bedroom window after she and her mother got into yet another fight.
At the beginning of the school year, she spent her breaks talking to Jake, and she sat next to him at lunch. He'd let her ramble about her current read, and he'd talk about yesterday's football practice. She'd leave with the promise to come around for dinner, Mrs. Janet was making her favorite. However, when football season started, and Jake had made an infamous saving play at one of the first few games, he had peaked in popularity. Honey found herself on the outside of his swarm of new friends, listening to him talk to his football buddies while the girls that followed shot her sympathetic or lethal glances. She'd ignored it at first, simply enjoying her paperback until Jake could spare himself a minute to talk to her. Eventually, the bell would sound before she even got the chance to say 'hello' to him, and, with her heart suddenly heavy, she'd make her way to class. The routine lasted for weeks and she'd find herself waiting by the phone, figuring Jake would call her after football practice, but she'd only be greeted with silence through the night. After the second week of no contact, she decided to leave Jake and his new friends to their own devices, opting to sit in the library for breaks, taking her lunch in the empty courtyard. It was like Jake hadn't noticed her absence at all, at least in her mind, but Jacob Sr. and Janet noticed immediately. They had missed her bright aura that lit up their farmhouse, watching as she greeted the dogs as she parked her now lilac bike in the driveway. Janet missed her companionship as Honey would watch her sew patches onto Jacob Sr. and Jake's clothes, and her husband missed catching up with her over dinner. The only time they'd see her anymore would be on Friday nights, at Jake's games. She'd sit in the bleachers with them, decked out in her navy blue and gold, watching intently as the boys in jerseys made their way up and down the field. At the end of the game, she'd say her goodbyes before Jake would find his grandparents and they wouldn't see her until the following Friday. In typical grandparent fashion, Janet had assumed Jake had done something. Her grandson was kind, gentlemanly, but he also had a sharp tongue and a big head, which he sometimes used in malice. So, over dinner one Thursday, Janet finally dipped her toes into the water.
"Maybe you should talk to Honey after the game tomorrow, she always seems to slip away before you two get to catch up."
Jake's eyebrows furrowed as he wiped his mouth, looking up at his grandmother.
"Honey? At a football game? Granny, I don't really think that's her scene. She hates when we have a pep rally at school, I don't think she's going to a football game voluntarily."
Jacob Sr. and Janet give each other a knowing look across the table.
"How blind are ya, son?" Jacob Sr.'s voice is accusatory.
Jake looks up from his plate, looking over at his grandfather with a confused look.
"She's been at every game this season, Jake," his grandmother's voice speaks, much softer than her husbands. "She sits next to us in the stands. When was the last time you two talked? Just the two of you?"
Jake scoffs at his grandmother's accusation, his head shaking as he tried to wrack his brain for the last time he'd talked to his best friend.
"Maybe a week or so ago, I-I can't remember."
"That's a damn shame," Jacob Sr.'s voice grumbled. "She's a sweet girl, smart too. I know she doesn't run the same circles as you and your new buddies, but she's a good friend Jake, and you're treatin' her as if she doesn't exist. She still comes to all of those games. I'm not tellin' you what to do, but maybe give her a call, and pray to the Lord above that she wants to talk to your dumb ass."
Jake's heart sank as he carried out his nightly farm chores that night, thinking of how he had treated Honey. He knew what the other girls in the group said about her, how she was 'quiet' and 'weird,' often making comments that were completely false or disrespectful. Jake always shut the comments down, but found himself not bothering to talk to the one person who had always been there for him. Was it his fear of his new friends thinking he was weird? Did he think he wouldn't be surrounded by his football buddies if they saw him talking to someone like Honey? As Jake shut the barn door, he sighed, deciding he didn't care about either. Honey had been his friend for years, long before high school or popularity, or stupid teenage rules. She'd never changed, she was still the girl he fell in love with all those years ago. That night, as he sat by the phone thinking of what to say, he'd heard the faintest knock on his door. He figured it was his Granny coming to tell him goodnight, so he made quick work of making his way to the door and flinging it open. Instead of his grandmother, Honey stood in front of him. She held an algebra textbook in her arms, her eyes never meeting his, her arms crossed protectively. Her eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot, tear streaks staining her cheeks. She'd been crying, and Jake knew Honey all too well, her tears had nothing to do with the algebra assignment. Something had happened to her.
"Uh, hey, I-I know it's late, and I didn't want to bother you, but I've been workin' on this stupid algebra assignment for three hours, and i-it's not making a lick of sense. You-You're the only person I know who could help me, so if you could just show me how to do one, I'll be out of your hair. I know you have a game tomorrow, and you should really sleep-"
Honey was rambling, picking the skin around her fingernails, she was nervous. It shattered his heart in his chest, he could never remember a time when she was nervous around him.
"No, no, you're fine, Honey. C'mere."
He opened the door wide for her to come in. She nodded in thanks, hovering awkwardly in the space between his bed and his desk. Any other time she'd plop herself down on his plaid comforter, all but curling into the sheets and falling asleep. Now, she didn't know what to do. She hadn't spoken to him in weeks, and he was different now. He wasn't just Jake, her Jake, he was Jake Seresin, up and coming star of their hometown football team, someone that a person like her should avoid in the hallway, someone that shouldn't even be talking to her.
He pushed the chair of his desk out for her, figuring she'd feel more comfortable there. She laid her textbook and notebook out flat, opening the book to the dozens of equations she couldn't make out. Honey was incredibly smart, but as her math classes advanced, she found herself staring at her own notes in utter confusion.
"Um, so, this is on polynomials," she started. "But I couldn't even tell you what a fuckin' polynomial is and I'm starting to lose my mind."
Jake quickly noted the physical manifestation of her worry-her hair messy with the way she had been running her hands through it, the chipped nail polish on her nails, and her chewing on her bottom lip. His heart ached, how had he not noticed her struggling? They were in the same class, she sat two chairs in front of him.
"Honey, I'm sorry."
She didn't even spare him a look.
"It's not your fault I'm stupid, Jake."
Jake took her arm in a light hold, turning her to look at him.
"I'm not talkin' about algebra, and you're not stupid, first of all. You're one of the smartest people I know. I'm talkin' about the way I've been actin'. It's not fair to you, I've been an ass. I've been ignoring you at school, treatin' you as if you aren't even there. You've come to all my games and I didn't even know. Thanks for that, by the way, but, I mean it, Honey. I'm sorry."
Honey shrugs, her face sprouting a faint pink blush.
"'S fine, people grow up, move on. You don't have to apologize for leaving me for people more like-minded. I get it, I don't necessarily fit the mold of your new friend group. It's okay. They seem to really like you though, and you seem happy. Plus Sam is...she's pretty. I get why you wouldn't want me hanging around."
"Sam?" Jake's voice was confused. Sam was a cheerleader, and she was friends with the girlfriends of his teammates. They had a passing conversation from time to time, but they weren't dating. "What're you talkin' about?"
Honey's brow furrowed, tapping her pencil's eraser against her book.
"Sam Vance told me like the third or fourth week of school that you were together, around the same time we stopped talking. I just assumed that was why you didn't want to talk anymore. It's sort of the reason I've kept my distance."
Jake's blood boiled, he was not dating Sam Vance. She was heinously mean, even to her own 'friends.'
"Honey," Jake started, his eyes full of sympathy, his flash of anger flickering. "I'm not dating her, not by a long shot. I don't know why she lied to you, I've never said more than a few sentences to one another, she's...mean. She's vicious, I'm sorry."
Honey's head only shook in a nonchalant manner. She was good at this, pushing people away, Jake had noticed it over the years. After years of practically raising herself, those she loved either abandoning her or leaving her in death, she expected everyone to leave. Honey herself knew that someday Jake would leave her, just like everyone else, so when he pulled away, she didn't bother trying to stop it, no matter how it hurt.
"Stop that. I know what I did was shitty, and it seemed like I didn't want you there, but this isn't me dumping you off, Honey. I swear. And I know something's wrong, you're not crying because of a homework assignment. If it's because of what happened between us, I'll do anythin' to make it up to you-"
Honey's bottom lip trembles, her eyes lining with tears as she shakes her head. She looks up at Jake, pain clouding her usually kind eyes.
"You don't have to worry about me, Jake."
"No I don't," he stated honestly. "I want to, Honey. You're my best friend, and you're hurtin'. You may not need me, but I want to help you. I know I haven't been a good friend, the worst actually, but talk to me, please."
Honey looks at her lap, bringing her knees to her chest in an action of protection Jake was familiar with-every time she has to get vulnerable, it's her defensive action, as if curling up in a ball would save her from hurt.
"For what it's worth," Honey started, her voice small and quiet. "I really don't understand polynomials, like, at all. But you're right, it's more than that." She pauses and takes a deep breath, Jake's heart shattering. Her inability to speak freely, the bags under her eyes, her nervous habit at the forefront-he'd never seen her so tired, so heavy.
"About a week ago, I came home and all of my mom's stuff was gone. I mean, all of it, her bedroom was completely empty. She left a note on the kitchen table." Her eyes focus on the Cowboys poster on the back of Jake's door, her eyes dulling. "She decided to move in with her boyfriend, and he-he doesn't even know she has a child, so she left the house for me. Which is fine, we never got along anyway, it's just been...lonely. She pays the bills and leaves money, so it's not like I'm fending for myself, but, it just really sucks she doesn't really care about me. I guess it shouldn't, but-" She pauses, eyes dazed out, silent tears running down her cheeks. "Sorry for the soapbox, I just, it all is piling up, and now I'm crying over polynomials." She laughs dryly. "Just, God I've missed you, Jake. I sort of pushed myself away from you because I thought you'd found people you'd rather spend your time with. I'm nothing like you interest wise, and-"
"Stop putting yourself down, I won't stand for it." Jake looks at her as she laughs in a quiet manner, hands wiping away her silent tears. Jake moves directly in front of her, making eye contact. "I mean it. You're ten times cooler than any of them. Most of the guys on the team, pretty laid back, cool, but all they ever want to talk about is football and how hot so-and-so is, and their girlfriends? Worse, by a thousand, at least most of them. I'd like to think I'm not that shallow, right?"
Jake Seresin was a lot of things, but shallow was not one of them.
"Please hang out with me tomorrow? I'll have Granny pick you up for school. You and I are going to talk until the bell rings, you've got to catch me up on that Scarlett girl in that book you were reading last time we talked. I'm sitting with you at lunch because Granny made me promise to bring you lunch, and you gotta catch me up on last week's Dawson's Creek episode. Then I'll see you at the game, and we can swing by The Burger Basket, you, me, burgers, fries, a strawberry shake for you and a chocolate one for me."
Honey laughed, nodding her head, her heart warming as she heard Jake ask for the things she thought he found annoying-her ranting about the books she was reading, or the TV shows she was watching. She wiped her tears, standing and hugging the blonde boy who knew her better than herself sometimes. Her chest felt lighter, it felt good to be known so incredibly well. He squeezed her tight before she let go. (Jake never, ever, let go first.) She sits back in the desk chair, sliding in next to Jake, her head falling on his shoulder.
"So," she spoke after a moment of silence. "Polynomials?"
Jake chuckles.
"Let's make a deal, Hon. I explain to you how to solve these equations, and you explain to me what the hell Shakespeare is talking about in those English assignments for Mrs. Elmer's class?"
Honey laughs, she and Jake were both good students, but in two very different subjects.
"You've got yourself a deal, J."
Jake smirks, taking the pencil that sat in the crevice of the book, his scratchy handwriting across her paper as he attempted to explain. In a matter of minutes, Honey began to understand, a smile forming as she grasped the concepts. Jake's green eyes met hers in the light of his desk lamp, glimmering, and the breath in his chest catches, his heart hammering. His palms sweat around the pencil and he can't look away from her.
"You alright, Seresin?" Honey's voice is laced with humor, and it snaps him out of his trance.
"Y-Yeah."
Jake had lied, he had just realized, for the first time since Jake had known Honey, he was beginning to see her as something more than just his best friend. When he looked at Honey, he noticed something he'd never noticed before, she was beautiful.
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Halsin x f!Reader A bit of fluff and yearning Wordcount: 1.5k
You always looked over the abandoned wagons and backpacks.ย 
It was an old habit, born of a time when coin was scarce. Youโ€™ve always had an eye for shiny things - the gleam of jewelry, the graceful curve of a gem, and the glitter of a bottle. You never knew when you might find a small treasure.
Some of the others mocked you for it. Astarion, in particular, seemed to enjoy the sight of you rummaging through crates. โ€œYour pack is so full youโ€™ll have to find a rothe to carry it,โ€ he called, that crooked grin tugging at his mouth.ย 
โ€œI can carry my own pack,โ€ you replied, with a dismissive wave. โ€œAnd what do you care?โ€
โ€œMerely concerned for your posture, darling. If you become a hunched over crone in your thirties, it would be a tragedy.โ€ย 
You snorted. โ€œThatโ€™s rich, coming from the one with the outdated vocabulary and the white hair.โ€
He placed a hand over his heart in mock indignation. โ€œItโ€™s not white, itโ€™s silver.โ€
โ€œChildren,โ€ called Gale. โ€œYouโ€™re going to get left behind if you dawdle.โ€
The others had continued on. The path wound through the mountains, toward the Githyanki creche. Laeโ€™zel was far ahead, her long strides carrying her forward with a grim determination. It was no wonder she was eager; the prospect of ridding yourself of the tadpole was an intriguing one. But even so, you felt the pull to pick through every crate.ย 
Your diligence was rewarded when you found a gleam of gold tucked within a sack. You pulled it free. It was a jar.
โ€œCome on!โ€ called Astarion, and you hastily shoved the jar into your own pack. You would look at it more closely later.ย 
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It was hours after, once camp had been set up, that you investigated your finds. You picked through the small trinkets, sorting through which ones could be sold and which ones discarded. You were so single-minded that you didnโ€™t notice the smells of food or call to dinner. It was only when someone stood over you that you looked up.ย 
Halsin towered over you. The sunset gave his hair a golden cast, and he was smiling. โ€œYouโ€™ve been busy,โ€ he said mildly.
You sat back, only now feeling the ache in your lower back. โ€œOh. I was distracted.โ€ You gestured at the piles of trinkets, feeling mildly embarrassed. Would he think it was silly? โ€œDid I miss dinner?โ€
โ€œI set some aside for you.โ€ Halsin put the plate down on a fallen log. It looked like a surprisingly tasty stew. โ€œItโ€™s a little cold.โ€ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t mind,โ€ you said. โ€œThanks for bringing it.โ€ It shouldnโ€™t have surprised you that Halsin was the one to notice you werenโ€™t eating; he was observant in camp, quiet and watchful. His tent was pitched along the outskirts. Part of you wondered if it was because he wished to remain near nature or to make himself the first line of defense should anyone attack camp. It was likely both.ย 
He squatted down, eyeing your finds. โ€œMay I ask what it is youโ€™re doing?โ€ He reached out, gently sifting through the knotted chains and one half of an earring.
You flushed. โ€œI justโ€ฆ you might have noticed I tend to pick things up.โ€
โ€œI had noticed, yes,โ€ he said, a touch of dry humor in his voice. But there was no mockery to it. โ€œDo you sell them?โ€ย 
You shrugged. โ€œIt helps. I can buy a little food, maybe weapons or medicine for camp. We can hunt, of course, but we still need things. And itโ€™s not as though we have a noble patron.โ€ You snorted. โ€œWell, we do have Wyll, but I know heโ€™d protest that title.โ€
โ€œHe would,โ€ agreed Halsin. โ€œHe seems far more happy being the Blade of Frontiers rather than a dukeโ€™s son.โ€ He tilted his head, gaze flicking over the assortment of trinkets. โ€œCan I help?โ€
โ€œI mean,โ€ you said, โ€œyou donโ€™t have to.โ€
โ€œI want to.โ€ His gaze met yours and you felt another flush rise to your cheeks. โ€œItโ€™s better to have something to do with oneโ€™s hands.โ€
You both began to work, untangling chains of necklaces and sorting through your findings. There were coins from several cities, jewelry that was junk and one piece that might sell, along with forgotten letters. You set those aside. โ€œIโ€™ll give them to a messenger or the like if we reach Baldurโ€™s Gate,โ€ you said, when you caught Halsinโ€™s eye. โ€œMaybe those letters will reach their destination.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s kind of you, to carry them without any hope of reward.โ€ย 
You gave him a little shrug. โ€œItโ€™s not as though they weigh very much.โ€
โ€œStill,โ€ he said. โ€œYou have a good heart.โ€
Your cheeks burned even hotter. Halsin disarmed you in a way that none of the other companions could. There were no deceptions, no games to played, no secrets to ferret out. Halsin was simplyโ€ฆ Halsin. He was undemanding and kind.ย 
And all right. He was gorgeousโ€”youโ€™d admit that to yourself. Youโ€™d had a few fantasies of him picking you up and kissing you, but you tried to tamp them down. You didnโ€™t want your desires to leak into your conversations and make him uncomfortable. You were friends and that was more than enough.
Finally, you pulled out the jar. You had almost forgotten about it. โ€œWhat is that?โ€ asked Halsin.ย 
You held it up to the fading sunlight. โ€œPreserves, I think. Whether or not theyโ€™re edibleโ€ฆ well, Iโ€™m not sure how we find out.โ€
Halsin chuckled. โ€œOpening it would be the first step.โ€
It took a knife and a fair bit of prying to get the jar open, but the moment you did, your mouth watered.ย 
Raspberries floated in a thick, golden liquid. They had been preserved in honey. The sweet scent floated out of the jar and you swallowed.ย 
โ€œWell, well,โ€ said Halsin. โ€œA pleasing find, if my opinion matters.โ€
You remembered what he had said when you tried to get to know him better: that he enjoyed sweet things. โ€œYou can have it,โ€ you said, holding out the jar.ย 
He shook his head, a smile on his lips. โ€œWeโ€™ll share it.โ€
You didnโ€™t have a spoon, but Halsin had a few carved ones in his pack. He unearthed it and you gasped. It was intricate and beautifulโ€”a woven pattern made up the handle. โ€œItโ€™s gorgeous.โ€ You knew he whittled, but this was a work of art.
He looked pleased but embarrassed. โ€œIโ€™ve had much practice. Itโ€™s yours, if you like it.โ€
You dipped the spoon into the honeyed raspberries. Then you popped the spoon into your mouth. Tart sweetness spilled across your tongue. You closed your eyes and moaned softly. Perhaps you should have found a loaf of bread or something else to cut the cloying sweetness, but you did not care. It had been weeks since you enjoyed anything so luxurious.ย 
ย โ€œOh, itโ€™s amazing,โ€ you said, holding out the jar to Halsin. โ€œTry some.โ€
His gaze was not on the jarโ€”but on you. โ€œYou have some,โ€ he said quietly, holding out his hand. โ€œMay I?โ€
You didnโ€™t know what you were agreeing to, but even so you nodded. You trusted him.ย 
His thumbโ€”warm and callusedโ€”slid across your chin. A small tendril of honey had stuck there. โ€œOh,โ€ you said, laughing a little. โ€œThatโ€™s embarrassing.โ€
โ€œNot at all.โ€ He licked the honey from his thumbโ€”and you could have sworn his pupils dilated as he looked at you. โ€œIt tastes all the sweeter.โ€
Heat churned in your stomach. You knew you should break that gaze, look away before this became all too intimate, but you didnโ€™t want to. Your breaths quickened, and you thought you saw his gaze fall to your mouth. Was he going to kiss you? At once, your lips ached for it. You needed his touch more than you needed air or warmth or even a cure.ย 
His fingers brushed your cheek. But before he could utter a word, a voice rang out from across camp.ย 
โ€œI can see you eating something over there!โ€ called Astarion. โ€œIf you get sick from fare you found along the road, I am not carrying your pack.โ€
The mood was broken in an instant. You looked down, half-wondering if you had imagined the moment.ย 
โ€œYou wonโ€™t have to,โ€ called Halsin sounding as good-natured as ever. โ€œIโ€™ll carry it for her.โ€
You swallowed. Perhaps you hadnโ€™t imagined it, after all.ย 
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โœฐ RECORD BOY
miles morales loves music but he loves you more. genre: fluff
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warnings: rio and me are married (correction: every person with the last name 'morales' is married to me) a/n: dont come at me yes i know his birthday was a week ago but i had this idea and i just ๐Ÿ˜ญ i had to write it plus i didnt give him a proper happy birthday so ๐Ÿ˜ข pretend i posted this on his actual birthday ALSO RIO CONTENT YAYAAYAYAY
one of maye's personal favorites :D
e1610 miles had been your boyfriend for a while, and today was his special day. you contemplated for a while what your gift would be for him. he was the best you've ever had. of course he deserved the best gift ever. sooner or later, the answer was given to you.
โ€”you politely knocked on the door of the morales household with a box wrapped in wrapping paper and tied with a bow. specifically black and red, cause y'know. rio opened the door and a smile lit up on her face. not like the sarcastic one she had when she first met you.
"hi, hun. you here for miles?"
as you stepped in, the room smelled of vanilla and ink? weird combo, yeah? "mhm, just wanted to swing by and say a quick 'happy birthday' to him."
"oh, that's sweet. he's in his room. ยฟquieres un cupcake?" "oh! n-no, gracias."
considering how often you visited miles, you tended to pick up some spanish from his mom, which she gladly taught you. rio treated you like you were a close friend, which made miles happy to say the least. "i see your spanish has improved."
"yeah, thanks ms. morales." "of course! you're special person in my son's life, i owe it to you."
โ™ก well, you thought that was a little too high of a praise. it felt like the morales' were givers. like if someone were to do something for them which they said was small or no big deal, they would take it to an extent. it's something you would think about time to time. nonetheless, they were grateful of how trusting you were.
you pushed the cracked door of miles' room and found him where he always wasโ€”at his desk drawing in his sketchbook with his headphones on, humming along. you wonder how hard you fell for him when you first met.
you tapped his shoulder lightly, disturbing his quote on quote singing, he smiled brightly when he saw you. "hey, love."
he engulfed you into a big hug. his shirt was cozy and he smelled sweet. "baby! you came!"
"of course i did! how could i miss your birthday?" "you missed valentines day-" "hush."
miles clearly eyed the box as you asked him how he was doing. he gave short answers and sometimes ask you to repeat what you said. you sighed with a playful smile, "you wanna know what's in the present, don't you?"
"yes pleaseee."
you two sat on his bed and miles gently untied the bow and ripped the wrapping paper. the look on his face once he saw what was inside was nothing short of surprise. you smiled as he looked over to you with a shocked face. "you're serious?"
"uh huh. happy birthday, spidey."
โ™ก you went down to the record store and bought roughly around half a hundred worth of albums. of course knowing miles loves music basically to death, you knew all of his favorite artists. tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, pinkpantheress, bryson tiller, sza, to name a few. you had to get him albums for his record player.
miles sighed and changed his tone into somewhat more whiney as he put his head on you lap. "noo, don't do this to me, amor. i can't accept these."
"too bad, accept them." "but i don't even use my record player anymore! i know you are not out here buying me $20 albums on vinyl, ma." "it's fine, i'll make back the money. and let's put that record player to good use, yeah?" "... god, i love you and your persistence. makes you hotter in my opinion." "that's cause i know what you like."
โ™ก you took him to the rooftop and danced with him until sunset where you just sang songs together. it was the best birthday miles had so far, spending it with his favorite person. that person used to be a stranger.
"happy birthday, my record boyโ™ก"
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Do you have any more lore about your Saera son targ oc? ๐Ÿ˜Š
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My sweet sweet boy.... The Bastard of Volantis !!! I love this guy sm so I do actually have a lot... and i realise now I haven't said anything about him other than he is Saera's son on tumblr before so i'm going to ramble on and on after the break heheh [:<
Aenor Targaryen, an infamous natural son of Princess Saera Targaryen. His father's identity remained an enduring mystery. Aenor was born in 98 AC and raised in the Free City of Volantis, where his mother ruled as proprietor over a famed pleasure house. Though born bastard, Aenor inherited the distinctive Valyrian features of House Targaryen - pale silver-blonde hair and deep purple eyes. Aenor himself made no public assertions for the crown much like his mother, though he took pride in his dragonblood heritage.
He is an irreverent and cocksure young man who revelledย in the luxurious vices of the Volantene lifestyle. From a young age, Aenor displayed a keen intellect and a natural charisma that set him apart. He inherited his mother's sharp wit and political acumen, quickly learning to navigate the complex social dynamics of Volantis' upper echelons. Despite his bastard status, Aenor carries himself with the confidence and poise befitting his Targaryen heritage.
Aenor's relationship with his mother, is one of the defining aspects of his character. Despite the unconventional nature of their lives, Aenor loves his mother dearly and would defend her with his life if necessary.
As a boy, Aenor would often sit at his mother's feet, enraptured by her tales of dragons and the legendary Dragonpit of King's Landing. Saera's stories painted vivid pictures of scaled behemoths soaring through the skies, their roars echoing across the realm. These tales instilled in Aenor a lifelong fascination with dragons and a secret longing to one day see one with his own eyes.
Occasionally, in rare moments of nostalgia or vulnerability, Saera would share glimpses of her life as a princess in the Red Keep. These stories were always tinged with a mixture of fondness and bitterness, revealing the complex emotions she still harbouredย towards her past. Aenor learntย to treasure these rare insights into his mother's former life, understanding the trust she placed in him by sharing them.
However, Saera's recollections of her father, King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, were infrequent and laden with resentment. The lingering pain from their estrangement was evident whenever she spoke of him. This unresolved conflict between Saera and Jaehaerys left a lasting impact on Aenor, shaping his own complicated feelings towards his heritage and the idea of family loyalty.
Through his mother's stories and silences alike, Aenor developed a nuanced understanding of power, family, and the weight of the Targaryen name. This understanding would come to influence his own ambitions and his approach to navigating the complex world of politics and personal relationships in Volantis and beyond.
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I'm still not 100% sure on most of this part of his lore i just wanted my sweet boy to have a dragon and see the rest of the world....but regardless of his illegitimate status, Aenor managed to claim a wild dragon in Essos. The beast, which Aenor namedย Naerion, was described as being a medium-sized dragon with brilliant orange scales that covered most of his body, while his underbelly and wing membranes were described as pale striking gold. His distinctive colourationย made him easily identifiable in the skies, earning him the moniker "the Sunset Wyrm" among soldiers and smallfolk alike. His wings, when spread, cast a shadow the colour of sunset. During the Dance of the Dragons, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, on behalf of his mother Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, sought to bolster the blacks' forces with additional dragonriders. Jacaerys dispatched envoys to Volantis, seeking out the Targaryen Bastard. He was initially reluctant to involve himself in Westerosi affairs. However, the promise of legitimisationย and lands upon Rhaenyra's victory swayed Aenor and he agreed to cross the Narrow Sea with Naerion.
#SORRY I AM THE YAPPER#love this guy#got a lot to say about him apparently#aenor targaryen#naerion#the sunset wyrm#naerion the sunset wyrm#my art#my doodles#a song of ice and fire oc#asoiaf oc#procreate#original character#dragon#oc#game of thrones#got#drawing#house of the dragon#hotd#house of the dragon oc#fire & blood#house targaryen#targaryen oc#ask#answered#talking bigfoot#anon#digital art
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Wedding bellsโ€”
Quinn Hughes x reader
Request: ๐ŸŒผ Quinn - heโ€™s drunk and you have you take care of him, I feel like heโ€™d be a cute cuddly drunk
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Captain Huggy Celly
Brady's wedding was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Every detail felt so intimate and romantic, from the ceremony and reception, even down to the colour of the tablecloth. The moment the Hughes family stepped foot on the venue, Y/n knew it would be an amazing day, and she was right.
That same sense of love seeped into the night as the sunset and the drinking started. Quinn was the centre of Y/n's attention all day, looking as handsome as ever in his groomsman suit, with a fresh haircut for the big day, and a wide-lopsided grin.
He watched as his best friend, his brother more or less, became a husband. The realization that they were adults was heavy as Brady kissed his bride. Nostalgia filled his senses as he looked down at the crowd to look at Y/n watching him, tears in her eyes at the love in the air as he smirked at her.
As the night rolled in so did the party, everyone found themselves inside the reception hall, live music playing as the drinks poured and the dancing started.
A wide smile found its way onto Quinn's face as Ellen pulled him out to the dance floor. Luke looked at her with a grin and extended his hand, "my mom stole your man," he joked as she took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. "He is her son," the girl shrugged as Luke and she kept a friendly distance as they danced around the floor, giggling at Jack who was stuck dancing with the flower girl, a face full of what seemed embarrassment and adoration as the little girl made him twirl around.
She loved this family, she thought to herself as Luke spun her around and Jim took pictures from the sidelines.
"Your wedding will be nicer than this," Luke mused as she looked at him with an amused look. "It'll be pretty hard to beat this," she shrugged. Luke shook his head, "I don't think so, no one loves like you and Quinn love each other," the boy said sweetly making the woman's face soften.
Y/n smiled softly at the thought of her wedding day. She would be happy just eloping if that's what Quinn wanted, but the fuss would be nice, the intimacy, the romanticism of it all was something she had dreamed of since she was a little girl. Marriage wasn't a foreign subject to her mind, Quinn and her had discussed the subject frequently, both agreeing on a small wedding on some vineyard in Kelowna, wanting the homey feeling of summer to surround them on their special day, very Quinn and Y/n-esque.
Her brows furrowed as she pulled away from her thoughts, searching the crowd for Quinn. Ellen was now sat at a table with Jim and the Tkachuk parents, and Quinn was nowhere to be found.
"Do you see Q?" the girl mumbled to Luke who was quietly laughing at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. Brady, Josh, and Quinn were going shot for shot at the bar as the band started to play some more upbeat songs. "Oh god," Y/n laughed as she and Luke approached the bar. "Have fun with that," he patted his sister-in-law on the back and left in search of his other brother.
Quinn grinned shyly at his girlfriend as she approached the bar, "Looks like you three are reliving the university days," her brows raised as Josh laughed. "Learn to live a little Y/n/n," Brady joked as he set off to look for his wife. The woman's jaw dropped as Josh mumbled his agreeance with Brady, "your friends love to hate me Q." "Fuck 'em Dove, they suck," he said with a sickeningly sweet smile as his arm found its way around her torso, hugging her closely to his side as she looked at Josh and stuck her tongue out at him.
The girl turned to look up at her boyfriend, a hazy drunk look taking over his face as he dipped down and kissed her on the cheek, something he'd practically been dying to do all day, missing her touch, her warmth.
His hands squeezed her hips as she grinned at the attention, "you look a little drunk my love," he grinned and nodded. "Drunk on your love," he whispered smoothly into her ear before kissing her on the neck, her face heated up as she melted into his hold, "Sorry, that was cheesy," he admitted. "I liked it," she grinned and took one of the hands on her hip and kissed his knuckle, the two of them swayed to the music as they watched the newlyweds family come together to dance.
"I want our wedding to be like this," she mumbled as he grinned into her shoulder. "With fewer people?" he asked, smiling as she nodded, "we should get married soon," he suggested followed by a hiccup, her eyes widening at his nonchalant idea. "You need to propose first my love," she said cooly, her fingers intertwining with his. Quinn chuckled and placed another kiss on the sweet spot on her neck, "I'm working on it Dove, promise," The smell of whiskey hit her senses as she spun around and captured his lips with hers.
Perfect, her life was perfect in every sense of the word.
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I steered away from the prompt I'm sorry!! but I just started writing and lost sense of my original plan :)
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HELLO I HAVE A REQUEST :3
A cowboy comes to work on a ranch and is set up to live in the barn, at night the farmer sends out his oldest son (y/n) to bring the cowboy dinner, the two start to talk and drink a little, the farmer eventually calls his son back to the main house. The next day the cowboy offers to show y/n how to care for horses and they go on a ride together until it starts to rain and they wait out the rain under a bunch of trees but the two need to be huddled together to stay dry. Thereโ€™s lightning and y/n is startled (not scared, they just werenโ€™t expecting the noise) and holds onto the cowboy, then after staring at each other for a little they kiss
This makes no sense, I havenโ€™t slept in 2 days
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Hello, dearest! Oh my, I hope you have your sleep, dear.. Sleep is very important but this is so cute, makes me giggle when I think about it (*>โˆ‡<)๏พ‰ โ™ฅ๏ธŽโ™ฅ๏ธŽ
Sorry , it took longer than I expected though I was sure the story is a little confusing. I was writing this while I went out earlier ๊จ„
( Male reader! It can be cis or trans, very sweet fluff, mention of the reader being a tease, flirty reader, smitten cowboy, mention of the reader's father being protective)
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You were helping out with your mama, feeding and cleaning the horses while your mama was cooking. You were used to people, specifically cowboys coming in and worked a bit for your father on the ranch for extra money. You heard a lot of their story, all while they're cool but they all had in common, confident and cocky. You huffed in amusement whenever they tried to get to you, flirting and wooing you but your father kept you away from them.
It's funny, really. You're not that handsome yourself like the others said or so you assumed. You're just like your mama, you suppose it's your charm that makes you attractive. Sometimes you entertain yourself, flirt with them back and give them a little hope, only to get crushed when you decline their sweet offers.
One evening, while you're washing the dishes while humming your favorite tune. You saw a cowboy come and talk with your father, at first you thought it was just another cowboy like any other though something about him caught your eyes. You can't look away from him, his horse is so pretty and elegant. It's like it was for royalties, it's odd for a cowboy like him to have a horse like that. You chuckle, it is quite funny. You were caught by the cowboy as he gave you a cheeky grin, of course you looked away in embarrassment as you continued your chores. You can't believe you get caught by the cowboy, you're not used to getting flustered.
You sighed, getting him off of your mind. You should probably finish your chores as soon as you can, your mama doesn't like slacking off. You get up and carefully bring the plates and the cutleries to your mama, tonight is special.
Tonight was the night that everybody took their breaks, whether drinking until sunset, playing bets and gamble. It's the busiest night, full of cowboys and girls all around the town. It's the night you like to have fun with them too. It's the best way you get your tips, sometimes you just want to have fun. You were bringing arms full of plates to the tables and gave them your signature smile with a wink. You were having fun, chatting (more like flirting) with your customers until your father had called you.
You waved them goodbye and giggled when they had this lovesick smile on their faces. Your father had told you to bring the dinner to your guest, you were surprised. You never bring food to your guests,usually it's your younger sisters or brothers. You were curious, who could it be? It wasn't shocking if it's a cowboy or a cowgirl but you were sure you gave them a little extra attention. You wonder if they're fun to play with. You bring dinner to the barn and when you enter with a smile on your face, you see it was him again. The cowboy tipped his hat at you and went to take his dinner. With his grin on his face, he invited you to sit down next to him.
Of course you agreed, you were intrigued by him for no reason, maybe it's because of his handsome face or he's so well mannered with you. "My father won't like it if I'm slacking with ya, mister" you smirked as the cowboy chuckled, continued eating his dinner and thanked you. You kept chatting with few flirting here and there while the cowboy looked at you with glint in his eyes. You actually don't mind, it's like you're slowly felt comfortable with him. It's been a while since anyone wants to talk to you without them trying to win you over.
It's nice, you stood up once you realized how late it was and you need to help your mama and father out before they get suspicious. You waved goodbye at him with a smile on your face, getting flustered that you would rather stay there with him.
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The next day, you were doing your chores like usual. It was fun while it lasted last night, you hoped you could talk to that cowboy again. You heard he'll be going off later or tomorrow morning, maybe you could give him something so he can be remembered. You were so focused on what charms to give him that you didn't notice the cowboy behind you. You flinched, surprised when someone tapped your shoulder as you turned around. It was that cowboy again, "hey darlin'.. Uhh I.. You wanna ride with me?" He shyly asked as he averted his eyes, you could see small tinted blush over his cheeks. This was the first, you never had anyone so shy with you.
You smirked, "to where? My father will-" you were cut off by him quickly with his face flushed redder than before. "I already asked ya' dad, he gave me permission.. Would ya'?" He looked at you as if he was trying to be serious and intimidating but he was failing, he's shy and screaming inside as he hoped you would accept his offer. You were shocked, not only from being cut off but your father giving him permission! You were a bit suspicious but you accepted, you don't want to turn down his offer.. It's a once in a lifetime, sure you often get this from the others but this cowboy is different. You walked past him, went to his horse and you swore you could hear him silently cheer to himself. You chuckle and wait for him next to his horse.
It's been a long time since you rode horses, especially when your father won't let you outside unless you were doing your chores. The cowboy helps you sit on his horse while he sits behind you with his hand hugging your waist and the other holding the lead. You didn't want to think about it, people hold your waist a lot whether it's to move you somewhere or to flirt with you so why were you flustered now when he does it?
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You were screamed in joy, laughing as you yelled at him to go fast. The hair flew as you shut your eyes, eyes filled with tears as you cheered. Soon, he slowed down as your laugh also slowed down. Your hands were up when you rambled to him about the experience earlier until you could feel the raindrops. You looked up to see grey clouds as the cowboy guided you under a bunch of trees. "It won't do much but at leas' it's betta' than outside in the rain, sugar" he said as he huddled with you, trying to warm you up as you shivered, startled by the sudden lightning. You nodded your head with a smile on your face, that makes him looked away flustered again.
You laughed at him as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Grinning to yourself and waiting for the rain to stop until the cowboy tilted your chin up, staring at you as you both slowly leaned closer. Your eyes slowly shut once both of your lips were together, he kissed you with gentle care. It was more romantic from what you expected to be your first kiss.. He moved away with his cheeks flushed red, he shyly smiled at you. He was smitten as you both huddled together, his horse laying its head down โ™ก
#bottom male reader#x bottom male reader#cowboy#cowboy x male reader#sweet fluff#สšanon ๐ŸŽฑษž#so romantic!! โ™ฅ๏ธŽโ™ฅ๏ธŽ#for request โ™กโ™ก#anon ask#male x male reader#male x reader#trans male reader#oc? maybe#oc x male reader
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His daughter (sully family x reader) part 3
Days went on and soon months went on and the two teens continued to grow a stronger bond. Jake had tried multiple times to make something out of their friendship but all siblings denied it was anything more than that. Neytiri slightly knew that it was becoming more however..
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โ€œโ€ฆand he walked me to our Mauiโ€ฆAoโ€™nung is sweet mama, heโ€™s perfect..my best friend!โ€
Neytiri saw it, she saw the love begin to form in Y/nโ€™s eyes and voice as she continued to speak about Aoโ€™nung and their small walks around the island. Being in a new area of course had the parents on alert, but for once Neytiri allowed it. This would be the first person Y/n genuinely talked to since their move, she felt as a mother she should let her be free for once. Neytiri realized that it would all go by calmly if everyone just settled in and got comfortable with their waysโ€ฆwho was she to tell Y/n to deny the leaders son whom was attempting to show her more of his world and perspective? At least thatโ€™s the excuse she held in her head, and when Jake questioned their relationship..she stayed quiet.
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Everyone knew. The group of teens even knew.
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โ€œWhere you going Y/n-โ€œ
โ€œWith Aoโ€™nung Neteyam!โ€
โ€œOh..okay!โ€
In between the pause was a smirk shared between him and Loโ€™ak, teasing Y/n about her relationship that was waiting to begin. Everyone got comfortable in their steering bond waiting to become more, even Tuk!
โ€œWait! Wait sister! Can I come?!โ€
Kiri quickly got up to pull Tuk with her and Tsireya, wanting it to just be Aoโ€™nung and Y/n.
โ€œno..sh!โ€ฆstop it.โ€
There was whispered protesting to Tukโ€™s request from Kiri but Y/n would never deny her baby sister even if everyone wanted her to.
โ€œCome on Tuk! We can find some gems!โ€
Tuk ran like never before allowing Aoโ€™nung to pick her up onto his shoulders. To the rest of the teens who saw their back facing themโ€ฆthey looked absolutely perfect. They were walking in the sunset, and without looking at their face youโ€™d think they were a beautiful family..
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At first it must not be denied that Tonowari and Ronal were iffy about the relationship and they too had denied it being โ€œsomethingโ€. However with a smile that wide from Aoโ€™nung every time he came home after spending time with her โ€ฆ how much more can you deny it?
Tonowari and Ronal especially grew to accept the relationship. They saw Y/n prosper in their world and environment. She was good at that, accepting Eywaโ€™s world. The strict parents didnโ€™t deny or forbid Aoโ€™nung from continuing to fall in love with Y/nโ€ฆbecause they felt the same. Y/n was good with the people and she loved them every part of someoneโ€™s culture even if it wasnโ€™t hers.
So there Y/n was sitting at the shore laughing with Aoโ€™nung about every aspect of their world. It was obvious to Y/n that Aoโ€™nung had some troubling parts of him, far to unserious and she was fine with that because she also viewed him as responsible.
It should be noted that although Jake knows they arenโ€™t the top tier family anymore, he still treats his family as they were to be. He expected even higher expectations from them since he knew all of the island had their eyes on them. Jake was even told things by villagers about his daughterโ€ฆ
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โ€œYes! My family is loving your guys culture and the ways of water.โ€
The group of men laughed at him.
โ€œYea weโ€™re sure of that! Your daughter is settling in just fine with our future leaders! And so is your son! Iโ€™d say a little over friendly even!!โ€
Jake awkwardly laughed at this, trying to gloss over the fact that he just said that about his kids. Loโ€™ak had openly been getting friendly with Tsireya and that was fine because they were just kids itโ€™d pass overโ€ฆbut Y/n? She could never do that. She was too gentle for that kind of position in this environment the clan would rip her apart since she wasnโ€™t from there. Jake sat quietly next to the group of men who continued their conversationโ€ฆhe sat there brewing all these thoughts of Aoโ€™nung and Y/n, they were just friends werenโ€™t they?..
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For the most part, Aoโ€™nung was ok with her father not knowing because they were just โ€œfriendsโ€ at the moment. The group knew them as friends who had liked each other but they didnโ€™t believe theyโ€™d admit it..until they did.
Y/n and Aoโ€™nung happened to be doing chores together, trying to rush so that theyโ€™d have time for themselves. They were laughing in front of each other and suddenly they felt super close..close enough to kiss. And so Y/n did, she went for it and pulled Aoโ€™nung forward. When they pulled away there was a moment of surprise from the both of them..
โ€œWoah..โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sorry..I-i donโ€™t know-โ€œ
Aoโ€™nung interrupted her ramble before kissing her again and for the first time they finally embraced each other. They allowed what they denied for the longest to finally become true. Both of them went home with love and prosperity growing stronger within them.
The couple inevitably knew to keep their relationship underground, sure everyone speculated..but itโ€™s nothing compared to actually being confirmed. The clan loved Y/n but it would all come down to their parentsโ€ฆmost importantly Y/nโ€™s parentsโ€ฆTheir love would have to shamefully be kept a secret for the months to come..
But that secret was cut shortโ€ฆbecause what the teens had not known was that Jake had caught them when he passed by to drop off some supplies that Tonowari told him Aoโ€™nung would need. It took everything in him to not stop them right then and there, he knew that heโ€™d separate his daughter and Aoโ€™nung for good if he just waited till she got home. And so it was tonight that Jake told Y/n that she should hang out less with Aoโ€™nung because she clearly wasnโ€™t doing the best in adapting to the island, it was a total lie considering what he said was the opposite. He said it though because he knew itโ€™d bother Y/n and Jake believed she wouldnโ€™t even argue against him this timeโ€ฆconsidering, she would be more concerned with her improvementsโ€ฆhowever she wasnโ€™t. She knew her fatherโ€™s ways and she tried to break out from his chain peacefully.
Jake was standing there furious and upset against the Maui, working on his weapon and cleaning them up.
โ€œโ€ฆyou should see Aoโ€™nung less. Iโ€™m requesting you to listen this once Y/n..they say you arenโ€™t improving and you arenโ€™t the best compared to everyone. It wasnโ€™t like that at home with you Y/n.โ€
โ€œThis isnโ€™t my home father-โ€œ
โ€œIt is now. You need to be careful with your words Y/n.โ€
Y/n sighed trying to go about it peacefully so that he would ease up on the idea of separating her and Aoโ€™nung.
โ€œโ€ฆheโ€™s just a friend sir-โ€œ
โ€œJust a friend? Do you seriously think I donโ€™t know whatโ€™s going on?โ€
โ€œOf course not father, because there isnโ€™t anything-โ€œ
โ€œY/n you spread another lie out that mouth and you arenโ€™t seeing him anymore.โ€
The teen stood there, staring at him as he continued sharpening the blade. It was like he was scaring her heart with each sharpening, she had finally grew a real connection with someone and now Jake wanted to take that away. In that moment Y/n tried her best to hold the desperation in her voice low..
โ€œโ€ฆIโ€™m sorry. I know that sometimes you think I lie and not be a good person. Butโ€ฆโ€
He continued sharpening harsher and ignoring her words
โ€œIโ€™m not lying. Weโ€™re just friends soโ€ฆplease donโ€™t tell me that Aoโ€™nung and I canโ€™t speak.โ€
โ€œI can say whatever I want to say to you Y/n! How could you?! You and Aoโ€™nung are already seeing each other! I saw you two on the beach! I mean seriously keeping the biggest secret like that away from me?!โ€
Y/n gasped at the words coming out her fatherโ€™s mouth and all she could do was let out a sob. He was ready to take whatever he wanted away from herโ€ฆand he didnโ€™t even care.
โ€œPlease. Iโ€™m so sorry, I didnโ€™t mean to hurt you. I-I appreciate everything youโ€™ve done for me. Iโ€™m ungrateful and Iโ€™m so sorry. Iโ€™m so sorry I wanted more..but please donโ€™t forbid him from meโ€ฆplease.โ€
โ€œY/n! This conversation is over!โ€
Right then and there Y/n collapsed to the floor, crying and begging Jake to just look at her and feel an ounce of sympathy. If only Jake took a little bit of more time to realize the Y/n and Aoโ€™nung were practically his own love storyโ€ฆexcept this timeโ€ฆit was someone who raised Y/n and whom she grew up to trustโ€ฆthat would ultimately betray her.
It hurts Neytiri to watch Y/n beg for more than just a book to live by, she was practically begging for love.
For that single moment Y/n heard ringing in her ears as she drained out everything just crying on the floor begging him.
โ€œโ€ฆJake thatโ€™s enough.โ€
โ€œNeytiri? Are you kidding me? Sheโ€™s a little girl-โ€œ
โ€œSheโ€™s your little girl yes, but to the world? She isnโ€™t. In front of Eywa, sheโ€™s already growing up to be a womenโ€ฆallow her this Jake, Y/n can swear that theyโ€™ll remain friends during her training.โ€
The sigh Jake let out shower pure frustration at his wifeโ€™s needs..
โ€œfine. Y/n I will allow you to be friends with Aoโ€™nung but nothing more.โ€
Y/n looked up from her blurry hands, disparity and anger wash over her as she looks up to her father. An exhausted and emotional Y/n couldnโ€™t no longer argue and instead shook her head to walk away.
She knew, he showed no signs of relenting no matter how much y/n argued, begged, or cried.
When it came down to who to comfort. For the first time, Neytiri chose Y/n. When her mothers skin touched her, she settled in it and fell asleep to the hand that was running through her hair.
In the early morning when everyone asleep but them, Neytiri decided to just ask the question. How was Y/n really..?
โ€œMy child is it true?โ€
โ€œโ€ฆis what true?..โ€
โ€œThat you want us to โ€œlet you goโ€ as you say, that you feel almost โ€œtoo tightโ€
โ€œYes, please. I want to at least breathe my own air. I love you mother but I cannot keep doing this to myself.โ€
Neytiriโ€™s heart ached for the longestโ€ฆshe took a breath she didnโ€™t even know she was holding. Y/n could see her mother struggling to understand or process the words Y/n has expressed, she couldnโ€™t bare to be disappointed again.
โ€œ..you know im just tired of talking about it. im tired-โ€œ
โ€œNo. You can talk to Aoโ€™nung Y/n please talk to him. Continue whatever relationship you have, but always remember that Iโ€™m here. Just donโ€™t keep arguing with your father it tears my heart.โ€
โ€œOkโ€ฆโ€
In the moment Y/n agreed happily but as they sat in the silence Y/n couldnโ€™t help but get frustrated. She was upset that she agreed to not argue with her father anymore knowing it was something she could not keep. She was also upset that these arguments hurt her mother as wellโ€ฆ
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Feedback please! And what kind of plot twist would you guys be looking for?? If so, I donโ€™t know if this is my last one, this is just for fun :) Again, js trying to find my way back๐Ÿฉท
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Greetings.ย  I would like to make a request with Lester where the (female) reader recently turned 18 and she and Lester have been together in secret for a while and Apollo's sons and daughters are shocked that their stepmother is supposed to be barely older than They.ย  Thank you!โ˜€๏ธ
Ty for the request! Sorry it took so long to post!โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ
Title: Do We Call you Stepmom now?
Apollo x Fem!Reader
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You finished up with training the new demigods at Camp. The new kids gathered their supplies and walked off to prepare for dinner. You finished cleaning up the weapons and sorted them properly on the weapon stache.
The sun rays glint brightly in the clear waters. The golden hue of the sunset always made you smile thinking about him. Just the thought of him made you blush and made your heart thump. As if reading your mind, you heard a chariot land behind you. You turn and saw Apollo getting off the chariot. He transformed into Lester. You didnโ€™t mind at all. You loved him both ways no matter what. But he will always be the goofy, charming Lester to you no matter what.
His eyes glossed over as his mouth curved into that brilliant smile of his. He held out his hands and cupped your face gently. His blue eyes twinkled. Lester leaned into you and placed his lips onto yours. His kisses were always like this. Slow and meaningful. You always felt loved by him.
โ€œI missed you darling,โ€ He said pecking your lips.
You giggled, โ€œI just saw you yesterday.โ€
He sighed dramatically, โ€œOh my love and itโ€™s never enough.โ€ His hands traced your back and he held you closely.
You glanced over your shoulder and saw Kayla walking over to where you and Apollo were.
โ€œAh!โ€ You pushed him away and started to pretend lifting a sword.
Lester raised his eyebrows at you, โ€œY/N!โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sorry but we havenโ€™t told your kids yet weโ€™re together! What will they say! Im a Demigod!โ€ You panicked ducking behind a shield.
Lester bit his lip, โ€œWell letโ€™s tell them now! Darling you just turned 18 itโ€™s fine! Weโ€™re happy and in love!โ€ He clapped happily.
You furrowed your eyebrows still ducked behind the shield. Kayla was getting close now soon she will see you two. Lester knelt up to you.
โ€œMy love, my sweet sunshine itโ€™s ok I promise. They wonโ€™t say anything and as far as I can tell they love you!โ€
Your lips trembled, โ€œare you sure?โ€
He nodded and he held his hand out. You took it and brushed the dirt off your knees. You spotted Kayla and waved at her.
โ€œHe-hey Kayla!โ€ You nervously smiled.
Her eyes darted when she saw Lester, โ€œHey dad! What are you doing here today.โ€
You fiddled with your thumbs nervously.
โ€œGreetings amazing daughter, me and y/n actually have something to tell you and the others, where are they now?โ€
โ€œOh theyโ€™re getting ready for dinner! Come on! I was just looking for y/n since I hadnโ€™t seen her.โ€
Your heart warmed. Maybe they will be ok with this. The three of you chatted and walked back to the cabins. Kayla seemed unknowing of you and Lester. His fingers brushed against yours as the three of you walked. You finally reached the cabin and your heart raced faster.
Will was chatting with Nico outside the cabin. Austin was running around looking for a piece for his saxophone.
Will spotted you 3 and his eyes beamed. โ€œDad! Hey!โ€
โ€œWe have news to tell you all, my magnificent children,โ€ Lester grinned. You nodded trying to seem confident. You all gathered in the central living space of the cabin. All eyes were on you and him. Even Nico was there. He smirked and drew a heart with his fingers. You bit your tongue. Oh no.
โ€œSo we are gathered here today to say-โ€œ Lester began.
โ€œWhat that you and y/n are together and happily in love?โ€ Austin cackled. You froze in place. You looked over at Apollo who seemed a little anxious.
โ€œCause if youโ€™re going to say that, we already know,โ€ Will finished looking at the others. Your mouth gaped slightly open. They didnโ€™t seem angry or uncomfortable which was a good sign.
Kayla got up and swung her arm around your shoulders, โ€œmaybe next time if you wanna keep things secret donโ€™t make out on top of the training hill.โ€
Your eyes widened and your face turned beet red. โ€œI uh can explain that!โ€ You stammered.
โ€œFine yes we are happy and in love! We wanted to tell you ourselves but it seems we are indeed bad at hiding it,โ€ Lester blushed.
โ€œI just didnโ€™t know if you guys were gonna be ok with it, weโ€™re friends and I adore everyone in the Apollo cabin, youโ€™re good people,โ€ You spoke, your eyes looking down.
Kayla still had her arms around you, โ€œWe discussed it and weโ€™re all ok with it! Actually weโ€™re estatic! We all love you y/n, itโ€™s a little odd youโ€™re around the same age as us. But we will get used to it!โ€ She gave you a squeeze and went to sit back down.
Your heart felt warm. You started to tear up and you felt Lesterโ€™s fingers lace into yours.
โ€œTold you honey,โ€ he said softly.
Will got up and wiggled his finger at Apollo. โ€œNow now that doesnโ€™t mean we wonโ€™t hold our father accountable though. Donโ€™t go hurting our precious Y/N!โ€
You giggled and side hugged Lester. โ€œI promise on myself I wonโ€™t!โ€ He Exclaimed.
You were so happy. You and Lester can be together publicly now and it made your heart skip a beat. He was your everything. The cabin seemed happy about it. Everything was perfect
Austin cleared his throat and everyone looked at him, โ€œbut do we have like start calling you step mom now?โ€
#trials of apollo#apollo x reader#apollo fanfic#apollo imagine#lester papadopoulos
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calmcoldevening ยท 8 months
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โ€ข Thomas hewitt (dating)- So Reader knows Thomas like we were born in the same town or were neighbors something of the sorts. And we hear rumors about how the Hewitt family are murders,/cannibals. But we remind our business cause we're like, nah cause they didn't hurt me or I haven't seen anything, They're just a little quirky, We defend their family. But for some reason Luda tells us not to go in the basement, We're like okay, whatever it's not my business. Reader is like a, 'idc not my business type.' Until one day reader hears noises or something, so we get curiousand go down there. But this is where we enter the angst, Cause Thomas or someone hears movement in the basement and thinks a victim is trying to escape. So they do something to us which makes us scared of them (torture or something) and it can end with like fluff or something, Because im pretty sure reader would forgive them.
Thomas Hewitt x reader, who knew out he's a cannibal and murderer
Tw: cannibalism, murdering, blood, violence (well, it's the TCM)
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Texas was your home, you loved everything about it, from the picturesque meadows filled with yellow buttercups to the dusty city road. These beautiful orange and scarlet sunsets and golden sunrises reflected in a small lake fifteen minutes walk from your house looked like the most real picturesque paintings. It was hot and humid during the day, and cool enough at night. The air was filled with dust and dry grass. Birds were rustling in the distance.
You liked everything here, because you grew up in this place. Your parents moved to Texas before you were born, so this was the only place you'd ever seen in your life. But it was heaven for you. The city you lived in was relatively small, so everyone knew each other.
You've always been sweet and kind, perhaps even a naive child with a soul too pure for this world. Maybe that's why all the neighbors in the neighborhood loved you. The children played with you, and the kind grandmothers often treated you to sweets or pies. Your face has always been decorated with a satisfied smile and cookie crumbs.
Everyone was surprised when they found out about your friendship with the "strange boy". His name was Thomas, he was one of your neighbors down the road. You called him Tommy. His face was covered with a decent layer of bandages, which he kept awkwardly adjusting with his small hands. You always giggled with that cute gesture, but not out of malice, but in a kind way. After that, you went up to him and gently helped him cope with his little problem. You combed his hair and put his hands in order. The boy always had short-cropped nails with dirt under them and dry palms, probably from housework. But apart from his oddities and inability to talk, and he was quite an ordinary child.
Almost.
Sometimes you'd find him somewhere in the backyard or in the field. He stood there, deep in thought. Next to him, you noticed a small fluffy body and a crimson puddle. Sometimes you were scared of his violence against animals, but Thomas was always in a hurry to calm you down. He caressed your cheek and explained with gestures that he had only found the animal just like that. And you always believed him out of your stupid childish naivety. Time passed, and you got closer. The Hewitt family has always been kind to you. Sometimes, they were even more attentive and caring towards you than your own parents. Even grumpy Charlie. Sometimes a man intervened in disputes if you were molested by local hooligans. He could even punch them in their pretty faces, as long as they didn't touch you, the little girl of this family. Luda has always wanted a daughter, and now you have appeared. The woman was more than happy when she found out how close you are with her son. That's why it was no secret that you and Tommy were dating. On the contrary, Luda helped Thomas in every possible way to impress you, she helped him make gifts for you and told him how to take care of the girls. Charlie just turned on his adult film cassettes, that's all his support.
You really loved each other. You were the only one who really understood and cared about Tommy, despite his appearance. You loved his long dark hair, which you often so gently washed and combed. You loved those frosty blue eyes, like two big deep lakes full of love for you. You loved his masks, and tenderly kissed every scar on Thomas's face and hands. You were perfect. Tommy's heart belonged entirely to you.
And now you're 24. Thomas was a little older, but it was never a problem. The man was still very attentive and caring.
But gradually the city emptied with the closure of the slaughterhouse. It was a big blow for most of the residents of the city, because there were no other ways to earn money here. You turned out to be one of the few who stayed. Maybe you just didn't want to leave your home. Or maybe you didn't want to leave Thomas and his family. Anyway, it wasn't easy for all of you, at least because basically there wasn't a lot of food and all that.
But after a while, surprisingly, everything got better. Not really, of course, but old Charlie started getting meat from somewhere. It wasn't as tender as some beef used to be, but it's better than nothing. Although you weren't a big fan of meat before, so you almost didn't care about it. You helped Luda in her shop at the gas station, and at home in your free time you even grew some vegetables, which also helped the Hewitt family a lot. In general, everything was more than good, and yet, the atmosphere in the house was different now.
There have always been some strange rumors around the Hewitt family, sometimes even terrible ones. And yet, you loved Tommy no matter what. The whole family was kind to you, so you had no reason to doubt them, right? Thomas has always been nice to you. You often walked on cool evenings, just holding hands. You were talking about your day, and he just listened with a smile on his lips. You were the only person he trusted and loved. The guy liked your voice, your way of talking and your laugh. Undoubtedly, in his eyes you were damn beautiful, but it seemed that he was forever looking through your appearance, into your very soul. It was so sweet. You couldn't help but fall in love with him even more.
You were in the kitchen at the Hewitt house making a pumpkin pie. Luda has always been surprised by your wonderful cooking skills, so she wasn't afraid to leave you alone. He needed to go back to the store for a while, where Hoyt had taken her. So you're left alone. Humming to yourself, you swayed your hips to the beat of your made-up song. It's good that no one was watching you now and you could do anything. Finally, you put the pie in the oven and wiped your hands on the fabric of your apron with a victorious smile. After removing all the ingredients and washing the dishes, you sat down on a chair and just began to wait. Hundreds of different thoughts flashed through your head, from this very pie to the little ring you noticed in Tommy's room. You were filled with excitement, which made you happily bite your lip. Could it be...?
Your thoughts were interrupted by some kind of thud from somewhere below. Your body instantly tensed up. It was scary to hear something like that when you were alone at home.
You slowly got up from your chair. The sound seemed to come from the basement. But you clearly remembered that Luda, and the rest of the Hewitt family, told you not to go into the basement under any circumstances. It's strange, isn't it? Of course, you always followed this strange rule, but now that you were alone at home, you were scared of what might be there. You didn't find any better options than just going down to the basement and taking a peek. You're fast, no one will notice. What can happen?
The floorboards creaked unpleasantly under your careful steps. The unpleasantly cold water has touched your ankles.
Your eyes widened in horror, and you covered your mouth in fear. There was a man sitting at the other end of the basement, although he could hardly be called such anymore. His face was disfigured, and his arm and part of his leg were missing. His whole body was covered in scarlet blood. The victim's mouth was gagged and his eyes were painfully closed. There was an old bucket lying nearby. So that's what it was... The man was chained to the wall, and there was a massive hole from a meat hook on his shoulder.
"God.." the only thing that came out of your mouth was when you slowly backed away. My mouth was dry, and an unpleasant feeling of nausea was slowly rising in my stomach. Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.
You took one hesitant step, then another. Finally, your back hit something massive. In the blink of an eye, a huge hand was placed on your mouth, and then darkness.
Thomas's mind was racing. You've seen their secret. Are you afraid now? Of course you're afraid. The moment he found you in the basement, your body was shaking in fear and your eyes were full of horror. But it's all for the family, you have to understand. Sure, Hoyt said to kill anyone who found out about their family secret, but Thomas couldn't kill you. You were his happiness, his light in life, his beloved. Therefore, he gently picked up your unconscious body in his arms, protectively hugging it to himself. It's just a misunderstanding, isn't it? Thomas left the basement, closing the metal door behind him, and headed for his bedroom. He put you on the bed, trying to make sure that you would be comfortable. You should get some sleep, then you can understand him. It's all for the family, for you. He wanted so much to see you as his little wife, to protect you and your possible children, he wanted it so much. But now his dreams were more fragile than ever.
You woke up in a dark room. It must have been Tommy's bedroom, judging by the big bed. You slowly sat up in bed, feeling a dull ache in your head. After a couple of moments, these horrible images of a corpse in the basement popped up in your head. You instantly wanted to empty your stomach. You put your hand over your mouth, feeling hot tears on your cheeks. Your head was throbbing painfully, and nothing came out of your chest except a long-drawn-out cheekbone. You slid down the bed to the floor, pressing your back against the wall in the corner of the room. Your body was shaking in terror, and your mind was full of vile, terrifying thoughts. I wanted to scream, but it felt like your tongue had been ripped out. You covered your head with your hands, tucking your knees in. You need to get out of here, run. Away from this house, away from this city, away from these people.
Your mental reverie was interrupted by the sudden creak of the door. The dark room was slightly illuminated by warm light from the corridor, the doorway was soon blocked by a tall bulky figure. You instinctively cringed, afraid of the consequences.
Thomas's heart ached as he watched you crawl away from him in fear. As his victims. He carefully closed the door and slowly approached you. You looked like a cornered animal. Thomas didn't like that feeling. He gently grabbed your hand, pulling you onto his lap. You resisted and tried to break free, your mind was racing wildly. But he didn't stop. He took you on his lap, holding you gently against his strong chest. You struggled and cried, afraid that you would be hurt. Thomas felt like his whole world was collapsing seeing you like this. You pounded his chest with your hands, muttering some words, but he wouldn't let go, Thomas just held you closer to him, stroking your back and trying to calm you down. You were afraid of him. It was like that.. wrong.
Finally, you were exhausted, hanging limply in his arms. Your head is on his chest, and only long sobs come out of your mouth. Thomas kisses you briefly on the forehead.
"No harm.." He mutters in a rough voice. He rarely talked, but it seemed like the best option right now, "..love Y/N."
You didn't answer. Your head ached, and your mind was empty, the animal fear in your body gradually subsided, replaced by fatigue. You fell asleep in his arms. Thomas sat there with you all night, afraid that something might happen to you.
In the days that followed, he took care of you and tried in every possible way to show that he would not harm you in any way. He'd rather kill himself if he hurt you. Thomas came into the room and fed you with a spoon. At first you refused and resisted in every possible way, but gradually, because of hunger, you simply did not have the strength left. Thomas brought you something that didn't have meat in it, he knew that meat could upset you. Stewed vegetables, your pumpkin pie, some snacks. Thomas wouldn't let anyone into this room, not even his mom. He had to make sure you were going to be okay. You are his sun, his reason to live.
Over time, it seemed that you had thawed out. It wasn't like you were completely resigned to the fact that the Hewitts were murderers and cannibals. But you realized they wouldn't hurt you, Tommy wouldn't let you. He explained to you that it's for survival. In a way, you realized that this was just the only way out, and yet it was still disgusting and disgusting for you. But Thomas didn't do it because he likes it. He did it for the sake of the family, protected it and fed it. It's necessary.
After a while, you even left the room, although you no longer looked towards the basement. Gradually, everything returned to normal. You even started living at the Hewitt house, Monty made sure to bring all your stuff here. You became the second mistress of Hewitt, Tommy's wife. He finally put the ring on your finger, and you realized all his warm love for you. Luda was glad that her boy had really found his happiness. Now you were sleeping together, giving each other love. You even went down to the basement if Thomas forgot to eat. Ignoring the screams of another victim, you placed the food tray on Thomas's workbench and gently touched his shoulder. The man turned around and wrapped you in a hot kiss. You had a strange feeling when you kissed so strangely to the screams of desperate victims. But it didn't matter. At that moment, it was just you and him, your husband Tommy.
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chapter sixteen: control -- aemond x highborn!reader
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as always, warnings: no smut, misogyny, pregnant reader, weapons
chapter sixteen...
"are you..." you began, swallowing, closing and unclosing your fists by your side. "...are you angry with me, aemond?"
he did not answer you. he sat by the fire, staring into the flames, and unfazed by your words. you had only seen him like this a few times, but this was the first time you had ever believed it could be because of your actions.
in your head, you knew there was cause for his anger if it was directed at you. you were a woman, a princess by marriage, during a time of war because, and, as they believed, a woman who did not know her place. you could've scoffed, thrown a remark โ€” but where would that get you? you had done the exact thing they were afraid of โ€” acted like their greatest enemy.
obviously these men were wrought with sexism, and you knew it was wrong. you didn't want to marry into the family because of it, but somehow you had found where you comfortably fit and could chew and swallow the bits you did not care for. down, down, down they went โ€” buried deep, and you hoped they would never unearth themselves. unfortunately, here they were: not letting you or the babe rest. you expected this from the king, his mother, his grandfather, and everyone else...
but aemond? not aemond. not him, your husband โ€” your sweet, sweet husband of all people.
and still, he did not answer. you chewed on your bottom lip as you gaze flickered between the back of his head and the flames. the night's events had turned sour because of your bold actions, and you knew you shouldn't make it a habit... but here you were, in the safety and privacy of your own with your husband.
one more time wouldn't hurt... you hoped.
hope had gotten you this far...
you glided over towards your husband and where he sat, and sank to your knees. you placed one palm over each of his knees as you peered up at him. his jaw was set and tightened as he glanced down his nose at you. there was not an ounce of warmth in his gaze, but you could not return that emotion. your head was dipped, almost bowed, as you stared up at your husband with your large dark eyes.
"please," you pled, voice cracking. "please talk to me."
"you did enough talking back there for both of us, princess," he spat. "it would not please you to do it again?"
your eyebrows scrunched at his words. "he insinuated i was dirty, and in turn the babe in my belly. your son. our son."
"i know what he said," he spat. "he was arrested for it."
"then make me understand, husband, please..." you asked softly. "i can't โ€” i can't stand the thought of you upset with me."
"you were not thinking about that then, why should i grant you the care you ask for now?" he spat once more.
you stood at that, fists bawled at your side. "because i came back for you, aemond. if this baby died โ€” we could have another, but i can't have another you."
he scoffed, standing also and glaring down at you. "and yet we just might have another rhaenyra in this camp."
"how dare you!" you hissed. "I am nothing like her! โ€” she tried to pawn me off to her son โ€” as if I were cattle! as if i don't have your babe in my belly!"
he stepped closer to you, fire brewing in his eyes. "yes, her son โ€” the sweet, kind, and honorable jacaerys velaryon who you would've rode off into the sunset with once my brother and i, and our line, were crisp from his dragon's fire. the bastard boy who tormented me when we were younger, and stood by and watched as his brother took my eye! am i to believe you weren't even slightly tempted by their offer?"
your face fell at his words and your lip trembled. "i did not come back for the man who is acting like the spitting image of his grandsire. I thought you would be impressed that i had sacrificed as much as I did โ€” practically falling from a tower, running from that menace daemon, and stealing a dragon โ€” but i see now that you and your family do not hate rhaenyra; you hate all women that show that they have as strong of stones as a man does. the man i love, the man i risked death for, then man who was impressed with my knife skills, would not hurl these insults at me โ€” not when I was gone for so long, presumed dead. i came back for my aemond, the father of my child, the father i want the son in my belly to look up to, to cherish, to honor โ€” but you are not him."
aemond did not respond. he titled his head upwards, and glared down his nose at you. you felt small, and full of shame. you didn't understand why โ€” you had no reason to, but you couldn't help it. you felt as dirty as the lord hand had insinuated you were.
unclean. impure. rotten.
fucking soiled.
you swallowed, casting your gaze towards the ground. "i was taken against my will, but the man i loved left by choice. i sacrificed everything to come back, but your pride will not allow you to do the same."
you left the tent, and he did not follow.
the leaves crunched underneath your feet as you stalked away from your tent โ€” well, your husband's tent. your womanhood prevented you from having anything being yours, even shared. you scoffed openly then, as tears threatened to leak from your weary and tired eyes. your gaze hung low, like your head โ€” coupled in shame, guilt, regret, anger... they all welled, swirled, and filled the space inside you until it was hard to swallow.
you scoffed at the thought. you may have loved aemond, but you knew a conversation like that would not be happening at dragonstone. peace, love, and happiness there for young lovers โ€” but not here. you didn't know if you regretted your decision.
you did know that if you stayed a moment longer in that castle โ€” daemon targaryen would've given you another reason to want to leave. you shook off feelings of regret โ€” fake equality was worse than sexism in some ways.
and that's how you found yourself in the training yard of the camp. you immediately picked up daggers, eyeing the fighting dummy. a few slashes here and there โ€” that was enough for you to lose yourself in the groove.
there was no sexism in the night, when all the men slept.
you scoffed at the thought, swiping at your faux opponent.
"you could gut him with that blade," a voice in the distance spoke.
you whipped around to face the owner of the voice. ser cole, who stood a few yards away. you straightened at the sight of him, acknowledging his presence. you clenched your jaw before turning back around to the dummy. you heard his footsteps approach.
"there are two men that come to mind," you mumbled.
"careful, princess." while an honest warning, you heard the smile in his voice.
you turned to face him, jaw clenching. "i regret... my outburst, but i do not regret my words."
"it is not for me to have an opinion on the words of a princess," he responded.
you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. "you're probably the only person who's opinion i wouldn't despise, even if it differed from my own, ser cole."
his jaw clenched then, gaze averting to the ground and then back to your face. "would you like to hear my opinion from a year ago on whether women should wield knives, princess?"
you chuckled. "please, ser cole."
"I would have found it improper," he replied, evenly.
you sighed and nodded your head. "and now?"
"necessary."
you laughed sadly at that. "thank you, ser cole... i find myself in almost in better spirits."
you began to turn back around before he spoke once more.
"the prince did not fair well in your absence, princess," he gushed. "the lord hand... considered him... distracted."
you cast your gaze to the floor as realization hit you. "so the hand blamed me... even upon my return."
ser cole's silence was enough of an answer for you.
"the things we do for love," you scoffed, shaking your head. your knives fell from your hands and hit the ground with a thud as tears began to prick at your eyes. "you are lucky that aches of the heart will not torment you into fighting a dummy in the dead of the night like my pathetic self."
"i am a stranger to love now, princess... but there was a time when it plagued me as well."
you glanced up at him then, offering him a small, sad smile. "my apologies... i did not know."
he shook his head, gripping the handle of his sword in his belt. "you didn't, but she did. she knew what she wanted, and it wasn't what i could offer her."
you stared at him, an open book for him to write his secrets on. you never considered him a confidant, but you were desperate for the approval of any man in power at the camp to think you were better than you felt โ€” to wash away the stained words of the lord and your lord husband. you weren't dirty. you weren't soiled. you weren't impure, unworthy, or ruined. you were a woman โ€” a wife and a mother, filled with love and rage and everything that came with it. you demanded respect, fought tooth and nail for it โ€” but ser cole gave it willingly. you were grateful, almost too eager for the washing away of otto hightowers words that felt like sins. so you nodded, signaling for ser cole to continue.
"my offer wasn't enough for her." sadness caused ser cole to glance off into the distance and fold his lips underneath each other. his past appeared to torment him behind his eyes, and you wanted to comfort him, as you would with anyone... but you didn't know how. he was not your husband... barely a friend. fortunately, he continued, "but that is not the case here. it is not easy to be a woman in your position... and still you choose it, over everything."
tears welled in your eyes at his words. with each word, ser cole seemed to be as surprised that he was saying this to you as he was surprised to believe it. he continued, "no matter how difficult the challenge is, your loyalty does not waver. you are true to the prince, even now."
your eyes burned with anguish and sadness, but you swallowed it at the kindness ser cole had showed you. "t-thank you, ser cole. i don't think any words of mine can express how much i appreciate you saying that."
he gave you a curt nod then. "you should know, princess... i wouldn't mind hearing your opinions, even if we differed, because i doubt we would disagree."
you wiped at your tears and laughed. you smiled sadly at him, when you spotted a head of white walking towards you and the knight. your eyes darted past the knight, and you straightened. ser cole read your body language, and followed in suit.
"my prince," ser cole greeted, assuming the position.
aemond stood next to the knight, but kept his attention on you. "thank you for ensuring my wife's safety, ser cole. please โ€” leave us."
the knight bowed his head before sending you a quick, knowing look. you looked on his leave with sadness before your eyes barely glossed over your husband's form. you turned back towards the dummy.
"you ignore your husband after he goes looking for you?" he asks, walking toward you.
you scoffed. "please go to bed, husband. your days are long with war approaching."
he stopped a foot away from you. "with the baby's arrival approaching, you should be in bed as well."
you shook your head, ignoring him. how dare he, after everything he said? when you did not respond, he stepped closer to you. any closer, and he would be getting the way of you and your knives.
"he survived on the back of a dragon," you spat, keeping your gaze on the dummy. "you insult him with your words."
"as stubborn as his mother, he is, then," he replied. "and that's why you should rest."
you whipped around to face him then. his words hit you, but you did not absorb them. you couldn't believe them, nor trust him.
the hardness had left your husband's expression then. anger had left him like you had those weeks or months ago โ€” you couldn't keep track. his lips parted, whereas they were pressed into a thin line when he was focused and angry. his glare was no longer hardened, as his stare was not a glare at all. there was not warmth in his eye, no... but there was chill. you thought back to cole's words, about aemond not fairing well without you โ€” and realized that the lack of warmth in aemond's eyes was that he felt cold, especially without you.
"i will when you tell me what i asked to hear," you compromised.
he clenched his jaw, and did not answer for a few moments. when you eyed him, he sighed and averted his eyes from yours. tossing and turning with the words in his head, he finally returned his gaze to you. "you were right... about my pride. i was angry with you because you said what i never felt like i could."
you swallowed his words after they hit you. it was bittersweet; the triumph of being right, but also how damning being right could be.
the bitterness overpowered any sugar. it swirled within you like a sour herb, not quite ripe yet. you sucked in your cheeks slightly at the faux taste and mulled over your words.
"I am not the type of woman that gains satisfaction from proving her husband wrong," you spat. "i just wanted you be... proud of me, and least of all happy to see me."
he immediately reached to grab your face then, and you dropped your knives. the prince pressed his cold hands to your blushed cheeks, and you sucked in a sharp breath. his eye was cold, focused, and almost angry. for the second time that evening, the prince was angry because of your words.
"i almost burned the entirety of the seven kingdoms to the ground in your absence!" he spat, hands shaking with angst. "and then, somehow, though impossible โ€” you descend into camp on the back of a dragon! my wife, my sweet, wife โ€” saving our son, my person, and my โ€” our line, in the process. i would've killed every last man, woman, child just to see you again! how dare โ€”"
you didn't let him finish. you pushed yourself to your toes, and kissed him. almond's hands gripped your waist, pulling you towards him as you pressed your hands to both of his cheeks. your tongues tangled with each other as you lost yourself in him and his embrace.
"words would not be able to convey how much I missed you, husband," you weeped. "you were the only thing that got me through my days there. every time i feared falling from the rope โ€” all i could think about was you. i needed to get back to you, and only you."
he kissed you then, smiling. "as it was made apparent, my heartache proved to be as much of a liability to my grandsire. you and i โ€” we are stronger together."
you sobbed at his words, going to press your lips to his once more. he gave you a small peck before he pulled away, much to your dismay.
"that is why i have decided to allow you to train and fight," he spoke. "we will be by each other's sides. as warriors."
your heart welled with happiness and satisfaction, but you couldn't help but ask, "do you not fear for the baby?"
"i do, but his mother has shown that she can protect him better than anyone." aemond began to cry then, and you went to wipe away his tears. "attempting to place you in a box was wrong. i thought that if you were close enough, i could save you if something happened, but when i sent you away... that was when i lost you. i trusted others to take care of my wife, to place her far from battle, when i should've kept her by my side. i will not make that mistake again. i want you by my side, my love. we are stronger together.โ€
โ€œtogether,โ€ you repeated, tears filling your eyes. you stared up at your husband in awe, unable to fight the smile that spread across your face. โ€œtogether โ€” through fire and blood.โ€
"through fire and blood."
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