#ready for a horse girl adventure

[uwudonoodle]

Canon confirmed. Both Link and Zelda are horse girls.

[dyns33]

Family respect

Alfie and his Shelby wife are back for more adventures.

"He's back." was the first thing Ada said to her when she picked up the phone, and that was enough for Y/N to understand who she was talking about.

If she had hardly known her mother, who died when she was young, she had not really known her father well either, while he was still alive.

The relationship between Arthur Shelby Sr. and his family had always been complicated. Long before Y/N was found by Polly when she was still a child, abandoned in an orphanage.

It had been luck or fate that her father quickly spoke of her in a letter sent to his sister, writing that he had made a little mistake during a trip. That was what he named Y/N, his little mistake.

The rest of Shelby didn't see her that way. They had adored her from the moment they saw the girl, welcoming her as if she had always been there, as if they had the same mother, and protecting her against this drunken and tyrannical father.

There was still respect for the elders. This notion was important to the romani, and some therefore found it difficult to completely rebel against the man despite his many faults.

This was especially difficult for Arthur. He admired him when he was younger, and even though he often stood up for his brothers and sisters, he blindly followed him in all his dangerous plans.

He had often gotten into trouble because of their father. Tommy was very angry with him for that.

This naivety was undoubtedly one of the reasons why it was not Arthur who managed the family affairs even though he was the oldest.

He never complained about it. As he followed their father, he followed Thomas without question, recognizing that his little brother was smarter, more stubborn, better at business and discussion.

But the few times their father had passed through Birmingham again, he had criticized this absurd hierarchy, and even if Arthur eventually bowed his head to Tommy, there were always several days when he was at their father's side, ready to believe that he had changed.

“Where is Thomas ?” Y/N asked her sister, because she didn't want to hear more about their father at the moment.

"Probably in one of the neighboring farms, with horses, to calm down and stop himself from shooting someone between the eyes."

"And the others ?"

"Polly is talking to them in the kitchen. She thinks dad wants something. Money probably. He'll leave quickly when he gets what he's looking for. But I'm afraid of what will happen in the meantime."

"I'll take care of it. I'll find Arthur." Y/N promised, because absolutely anything could happen to Arthur Senior, no one would be sad, but leaving her brother was out of the question.

Ollie asked nothing when she ordered him to send his best men to look for her older brother, and to watch what he was doing. He just nodded, calling her "Madam Solomons" with great respect.

According to Alfie, she had seduced the poor boy, as well as many of his employees, the residents of Candem, and even the dog.

"Before, Cyril sat with me by the fire. Now he moans by the door until you come home. Where have you been, love ?"

“You know very well where I was.”

"Damn right. With Tommy, dear Tommy. Tell me, treacle, why are my men outside a bar instead of working, uh ? Because when I asked Ollie, he just shrugged his shoulders, saying that those were the orders, but I didn’t give those orders. Remind me who’s in charge here ?”

“Cyril.”

"Very funny, love. Hilarious. Why are my men following this crazy dog who serves as your brother ?"

Of course Y/N could have told him. It would have been simple, and Alfie would have sighed and muttered insults, because the whole thing was nonsense and he didn't really care because it wasn't his family.

Since it wasn't his family, she decided there was no need for him to know the details.

There was no need for him to hear about her father.

So she simply replied that Arthur was in trouble, which wasn't a lie, and that she was just checking to make sure he wasn't going to end up in prison, or worse.

If he noticed that she was hiding something, her husband accepted it, growling when he saw that she was petting the dog before giving him attention.

Several days passed, and Arthur Shelby Sr did not leave. The whole community was nervous, which made the London underground scene much more dangerous than usual.

So Y/N went by herself to look for her brother in the tenth pub he had visited this week, finding him alone at the counter while their father was talking with some men in another room.

"Little sis ! In my arms !" shouted the eldest cheerfully, hugging her tenderly.

“Come home with me.”

"I can't. Dad needs me for a case. A big thing."

"You know very well how this is going to end. It always ends the same way."

"You sound like Tommy… He's changed this time. He wants to make amends, he has the right for a chance."

"He got more chances than Judas got silver coins, Arthur. Please."

"Y/N ? Is that you ? You grew up, I almost didn't recognize you ! Beautiful. When I think that I saw you as a mistake, I was wrong, right, son ? A charming girl, all men would want her."

In that moment, she saw in her brother's eyes that he knew he had a choice. He could defend her, saying that no one talked about his little sister like that, not even their father. He could also keep quiet, nodding his head and not talking about her marriage.

But he had drunk a lot, and despite all this time he still had resentment towards Alfie, so he opened his stupid mouth.

“She married a Jew.”

Their father turned to Arthur with a huge frozen smile, waiting for a follow-up to this joke, before looking at Y/N again with a darker look, understanding that he was serious.

"… A Jew ? You married a pompous old cheapskate ?"

"Arthur, come home with me." Y/N insisted, trying to ignore everything around her brother.

"He's not just pompous, he's crazy. And a coward. And mean. He can't be trusted. I'm sure he's putting on an act to get to us, holding Y/N hostage."

"Well said, son. It's quite possible that's what happening. They know how to play, those dirty rats."

"Arthur, come home with me."

"I knew right away he was evil. Even before he killed Billy and betrayed us. I don't know why Tommy agreed to work with him again, or give him our sister's hand."

"Thomas has always been less clever than you. They're a bit sodomite, you know ? He was able to seduce several of us for sure."

"No… No, that bastard son of a bitch, I'll kill him."

"Arthur, insult my husband once more and you will never see me again."

The threat caught her brother's attention for a second, like the tears in her eyes, but their father continued to criticize Alfie, and as always Arthur followed him blindly, considering that nothing could happen to him if he imitated his father.

A hand then rested on her shoulder, while she hesitated between crying and hitting him. Alfie's smile was quick, only for her, as he held her close, watching the two Arthurs who were surprised to see him.

Y/N thought he would say something, but he only placed a kiss on her forehead, leading her outside, to the car that took them home.

"… I'm sorry."

"Why, treacle ? Because your father is an asshole and your brother is a moron ? I don't see how this is your fault."

“I’m still sorry.”

"Nothing I haven't already heard. I promise I've never slept with Tommy."

"You are not funny." she whispered as she sobbed, letting the tension leave her body. He muttered that she was probably right as he took her in his arms, not knowing what to do to comfort her.

It was not easy to lose a family member. Y/N had been close to all of her siblings, but Arthur had always been there for her, like she had always been there for him, standing up for him, respecting his ideas, making sure he was okay.

She loved him, but she also loved her husband, and she could not tolerate him being insulted like this. If she said she wouldn't talk to him anymore, then she wouldn't talk to him anymore.

So it was a shock to find him in the middle of her living room the next day, holding his cap with two hands, looking miserable and embarrassed. Y/N almost told him to leave, before seeing Alfie standing in the corner, tapping the ground with his cane.

"Well, come on, mate. The lady is waiting."

"… I'm sorry, lil sis."

“Where is father ?”

"In prison, I think. He organized bets, the coppers caught him. They would have had me if… I mean if…"

"If I hadn't saved his sorry ass." Alfie translated, raising his eyebrows when Arthur growled at him. "Maybe I should have left him, he made you cry after all and I didn't like it."

"Y/N… I'm sorry. Your husband is a cunt, but… But he's not that bad, I think. I see that you're happy and he treats you well. I want you happy. I'll try… If he doesn't deserve it, I won't knock his teeth out."

"Mazel tov ! I'll buy you a drink, brother-in-law, but I don't drink and I want you to leave. Well, come one. Out."

Her husband still gave Arthur time to hug his sister, who accepted his apologies on the condition that he finally stopped following their father in his usual bullshit.

To avoid any problems, she only notice out loud after he had left that he had not winced when Alfie called him "brother-in-law".

“Hangover, probably.”

"Or he considers you part of the family now. Normally it's Polly, Tommy, John or me who keep him from completely tripping."

"If you hadn't cried, I would have let him drown in his beer and piss, treacle."

"I wonder how the cops knew, our father is often quite secretive. He moslty ruins everything by wanting more money or insulting someone."

"Oh. Someone who looks like Ollie may or may not have called the police on orders from their boss." Alfie muttered, pouting a little.

"… Arthur will kill you if he finds out."

"He said you were a mistake. Nobody says my wife is a mistake. Would you rather he be in jail or at the bottom of the Thames ? Now I'm sleepy, love. I've been running all night to find your stupid brother, come to bed with me."

“It’s nine in the morning.”

"So what ?"

The only true thing her brother had said was that Alfie was insane, but that wasn't a bad thing. His madness was charming, tender and funny, and if one day they had children, he would be the most protective and caring father in the world.

You only had to see him with Cyril to be sure, even if he slammed the door in the dog's face to be alone for a few hours, only letting him in because he couldn't concentrate anymore. cause of the squealing.

"There you go. Before, he stayed on the ground, now he jumps in my place to press against you, while it's me who opens the door for him despite the cold and my poor back."

“Shut up Alfie and go back to sleep.”

"It is noon."

"Come here."

"Very well, damn woman. You will explain to my men why I was not at work."

Since they had all heard about Y/N's family troubles, they adored her, and were quite happy that the boss wasn't there to yell at them, no one asked Y/N why Alfie had been absent. They even gave her flowers, which greatly annoyed the King of Camden.

They didn't ask if he wanted flowers too. The Shelby sent him some gifts, bottles, money and a horse, without having to say why, and Alfie was in a weird mood for the rest of the day.

Y/N only smiled, knowing that he was lost but proud to be accepted by her family.

[velarisnightsky444]

Insufferable

Angstober Day 3: Miscommunication with Lucien

CW: Tamlin, angst with a happy ending, miscommunication, implied SA(not super obvious, but if you know, you know)

AN: So sorry this is late! Today I'm catching up with my October fics! This takes place during ACOMAF, when Feyre would be in the Night Court. I tried to make YN tomboyish without making her a pick me, but sorry if she gives pick me vibes.

Summary: YN has lived in the Spring Court her entire life. When Lucien arrived, the two became fast friends. YN fell in love with him. But when she overhears a conversation between him and Tamlin, her heart is broken.

Word Count: 1.5k

October Masterlist

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You watched Lucien as he pulled back the string of his bow, his russet eye unwavering and focused on the target.

His long, fiery hair was pulled back, secured to keep it out of his face. His tan skin was golden under the setting sun.

And his face. His beautiful face. You had missed being able to see his whole face.

Once Tamlin got Feyre back from the Night Court, you would need to thank her for setting everyone free from Amarantha, simply because you could see Lucien's face again.

He let the string go, and you watched in anticipation, your eyes following the arrow until it buried itself right in the center of the target.

"I win," Lucien grinned, turning his smug attention towards you.

"It was close," you grumbled, crossing your arms.

"It was," he agreed with a nod. "But not close enough. I win."

You rolled your eyes, but had to bite your lip to keep back a smile. You watched his muscled form as he walked toward the target, collecting the arrows and placing them back in his quiver.

"It's getting dark, Y/N/N" he observed as he neared you again. "Your father will be waiting for you."

"Yes, I'm aware," you sighed.

Your father would be waiting at the manor, getting his horse ready to take the two of you back to the village. He would likely scold you for participating in such an unbecoming activity, but he knew very well what to expect from you, by now. A part of him would always secretly love you for it.

It wasn't that you refused to be a proper lady. You loved wearing dresses and spending your time with other females. You enjoyed cooking, didn't even mind taking over the house chores. And you had surprisingly proper etiquette for a poor village girl.

You could act like a lady with no complaints when the occasion called for it. But you needed a balance.

You needed adventure, and excitement. And you did not want to act like a proper lady all of the time.

The Fae in your village had always sneered about you when you were a child, gossiping when they saw you coming home covered in mud, climbing a tree, or playing with the other boys.

"It's because she doesn't have a mother," they would say. "A male cannot raise a lady on his own."

But your mother had died in childbirth. That wasn't your father's fault. Nor was it yours, as he always insisted.

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You woke bright and early the next morning to go back to the manor with your father. You rode on horseback together, every morning since you were a child.

Your father worked as one of Tamlin's sentries. Since you had no mother to watch you, he began taking you with him since he first got the job, when you were just a toddler.

Once you were old enough to watch yourself, you realized you loved going with him so much, you didn't want to stop.

It wasn't until two centuries ago that Lucien arrived. The second your eyes met, you had fallen head over heels for him. But he hadn't shown any interest in you, not like that. So you settled for being his friend.

He was the closest friend you'd ever had. He was only a decade older than you, and he had a dry sense of humor that you loved. He let you hunt with him, and challenged you to competitions of all sorts. He didn't care that you were a lady, and he didn't expect you to act like one.

When you arrived to the manor, you were informed that Tamlin and Lucien were taking care of business. You ignored the disappointment that settled in your gut.

Before Lucien, you had spent a lot of your days in the library of the manor. One of the Lesser Fae servants had even taught you to read there.

You settled in by the fireplace, reading an adventure novel you had loved when you were young. Every now and then, you reread it to remind yourself of the simple innocence of childhood.

When you had finished the short book, you sighed, stretching out your limbs, and getting to your feet.

You decided to venture out into the manor, just to see if Lucien had returned from the business he was attending to.

Your shoes clacked against the marble floors of the manor, until you found Lucien sitting alone in the dining room. He was not eating; he was just sitting there, staring at the table.

"Lu?" you asked, frowning as you approached him. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine, Y/N," he murmured, the words unconvincing. Your brows furrowed. He very rarely called you by your full name.

"You don't seem fine," you said, sitting in the chair next to him.

"Just leave me alone," he nearly whispered, not even glancing up to meet your eyes.

"Lu--" you began, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't touch me," he snapped, snarling and shaking your hand off of him.

You flinched, eyes going wide. He had never raised his voice at you, nor had he ever spoken to you in such a disrespectful manner.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"Just leave," he repeated, voice breaking.

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You couldn't sleep that night. You tossed and turned, wracking your brain to try and figure out what you had done wrong. But you could think of nothing.

You were hesitant to return to the manor the next day, but you did. You made to decision to seek out Tamlin, and ask if Lucien had mentioned anything to him.

You and Tamlin had never been close, but he'd known you since you were a toddler. He had a soft spot for you. He had made sure to buy more children's books for the library, and he always let you eat whatever you wanted from the kitchens. When you were young, he made sure to assign a servant to watch you everyday.

As you neared his study, the sound of voices inside carried out to you. You stepped closely warily, pressing your ear to the door.

"You'll have to put up with her for a bit longer," Tamlin was saying.

"I can't fucking stand her. Don't you think I've had to put up with her for long enough?" was Lucien's harsh reply.

You flinched, the words cutting deep. Did he mean you? You always thought he enjoyed your time together.

"She is our guest," Tamlin snarled. "We have offered her hospitality, and you will be civil to her."

"You have no idea just how insufferable she is!" Lucien snapped. "She never leaves me alone. She's always right there. I fucking hate it, Tamlin."

You had heard enough. You felt sick to your stomach. You pulled away from the door, tears lining your eyes as you quietly walked away.

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You went back to next day, only because you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of avoiding him. Not after everything he had said about you.

Your father had questioned you when your tears had begun to fall on the ride over. But you insisted that you were okay. He was still concerned, but he knew better than to push.

You spent the day in the library again, reading something new, this time. You wiped your tears and sniffled through the entire book.

"Y/N/N?" you heard. The first sound you'd heard in hours.

You glanced up, meeting Lucien's russet eye. Your shoulders slumped, your lip trembling pathetically at the mere sight of him.

"I wanted to apologize for the other day," he said calmly. "I was cold to you, and I shouldn't have raised my voice. I'm sorry."

"Are you apologizing because you're sorry, or because Tamlin is making you?" you challenged, eyes welling with tears of hurt and fury.

"What?" he asked, his face twisting in an expression of genuine confusion.

"I heard you talking to him yesterday," you scoffed. "You said you didn't want to put up with me anymore, and that I was insufferable."

His brows furrowed for a moment, then clarity fell upon his face. He sighed, shaking his head and approaching the couch you were sitting on.

"I wasn't talking about you, Y/N/N," he assured you.

"Who else could you have possibly been talking about?" you demanded.

"Ianthe," he explained. "She doesn't leave me alone. And she's very pushy. I can't stand her."

You frowned, recalling the words that were said. Yes, it did make sense for them to be about Ianthe.

"Oh," you said weakly, cheeks heating.

"I would never say or think such things about you," he promised, placing a hand on your warm cheek. "You mean everything to me."

"Really?" you whispered, meeting his eye.

"Yes," he nodded. "The other day, I was upset because of Ianthe, not you. I took it out on you, and that wasn't fair. I'm sorry."

"I forgive you," you said. "I'm sorry for the way Ianthe is treating you."

He shrugged, though something skin to pain flashed in his eyes. You reached out, cupping his face like he was doing to you.

He smiled softly, leaning in a planting a kiss on your lips. Surprise rendered you frozen at first, but then, you relaxed against his lips. And you kissed him back.

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[millenianthemums]

I wanted to share the official playlist I made for this fic! I always make playlists for stories of mine, but I honestly really like this one and wanted to share it. I went way overboard on the cover, but it was still fun. I’ll probably reuse it when I post the first chapter of the fic, which I’m hoping will happen in the next couple weeks!

tracklist under the cut! the songs don’t map directly onto the plot or anything, they’re just vibe-based. there’s a lot of cheesy pop and angsty stuff right next to each other, because i feel like that’s gonna be the tone of the fic in general.

* Ruler of Everything - Tally Hall

* The Saga of You, Confused Destroyer of Planets - Lemon Demon

* Kiss Me, Son of God - They Might Be Giants

* Beady Eyes on the Horizon - Jukebox the Ghost

* The Next Dimension - Lemon Demon

* Look Who’s Inside Again - Bo Burnham

* Hollywood Baby - 100 gecs

* Problems - Mother Mother

* Something Glowing - Lemon Demon

* The Guide to Success - Joe Iconis / Eric William Morris

* Flap Flap - Patricia Taxxon

* Hot Air Balloon - Owl City

* Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

* Cilantro - Patricia Taxxon

* Shooting Star - Owl City

* Mamma Mia - ABBA

* Swear To God the Devil Made Me Do It - The Front Bottoms

* Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

* Big Wheel - Patricia Taxxon

* Fine - Lemon Demon

* Perfect - Marianas Trench

* Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

* Modern Day Cain - I Don’t Know How But They Found Me

* Bloodeater - Girls Rituals

* Against the Kitchen Floor - Will Wood

* Kill All Your Friends - My Chemical Romance

* Scare Me - Ludo

* September - Earth Wind & Fire

* Wow Wow - Neil Cicierega

* Have It All - Jason Mraz

* I’m Still Here - John Rzeznik

* Yellow Horse - cats millionaire

* Honest - Patricia Taxxon

* Son of a Gun - Joe Iconis / Eric William Morris

* Peach - The Front Bottoms

* …well, better than the alternative - Will Wood

* Candy Store - Heathers

* When the Chips are Down - Hadestown

* Aurora Borealis - Lemon Demon

* Goodbye - Bo Burnham

* Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms

* Dumbest Girl Alive - 100 gecs

* Killer in the Mirror - Set It Off

* A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers

* Bad Guy - Set It Off

* My Alcoholic Friends - Dresden Dolls

* SAD - Lemon Demon

* Happily Ever After - He Is We

* True Kinda Love - Steven Universe

* Everything Stays - Adventure Time

* I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski

* Love Love Love - The Mountain Goats

* Goodbye to a World - Porter Robinson

* King - Lauren Aquiliana

* Stand By You - Rachel Platton

* Ready Now - Dodie

* Seventeen (Reprise) - Heathers

* Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips

* Time To Pretend - MGMT

* Die Young - Kesha

* Good Time - Owl City

* Anything For You - Ludo

* Monster - Adventure Time

* You Love Me - Kimya Dawson

[borzoia]

Save a horse-- Ride a Cowboy!

Arthur Morgan x f!reader Includes; PIV, cowgirl position, drinking, consensually fucking under the influence. MDNI

A/N; My take on the save a horse ride a cowboy trend.

It was a summer night, the saloon was packed with loud mouthed men drinking enough liquor to kill a boar. Ladies were scattered across the bar waiting for a sober(ish) man to swoop them off. Standing beside your two friends you swayed side to side, your shoes were definitely not made to stand for this long. Ignoring the nonsensical chatter of the girls beside you, you notice a familiar face– Arthur.

Arthur and you had a short history, when your horse escaped from your family’s barn he was quick to chase her down and bring her back seemingly calmer than when she ran. He’d help with you little favors from time to time, you’d repay him with homemade sweets and some liquor. He’d never stayed long than a few hours at a time, keeping the conversation simple as he let you talk most of the time. He was a sweetheart whether he’d like to admit it or not, but you could never quite get him to crack his shell.

You push past a few drunks who have no spatial awareness and stand behind Arthur, he’s rambling about some big bust he had with him and his gang, wordlessly you pluck the cowboy hat on his head, placing it on your own. He turns around with a glare that could kill but his face softens when he recognizes it’s you, he lets out a low laugh, quickly snatching the hat back.

You hop on the bar stool next to him, “Someone’s ready for a fight.” You remark. “Always.” He says slyly, throwing back what’s left in his glass. The rowdy group next to him laughs wickedly, playfully roughing him up, “You gon’ take that cowboy?” They tease, Arthur ignores them for the most part. “C’mon Arthur! Save a horse ride-”

Arthur slams the empty glass on the bar, “Hush now!” He growls, the men erupt in laughter unphased by the man’s outburst. “Bunch o’ children..”

Eventually they sulk away, going off to harass another bystander. You and Arthur get to chatting, you bring up his horse and he happily updates you on his well-being, he’s opening up more than usual, going on about the mini adventures he has in his day to day life, the little feud’s he gets into with the gang. He swears he’s no poet and even stops himself mid sentence to reiterate that, in your opinion he has a beautiful way with his words not in the fancy way, but he keeps your attention like no one else. “Them boys earlier..”  You start,

“Awh, they ain’t worth a breath.” He says. “So you know 'em?” You reply.

“Drinkin’ buddies, that’s all.” “They got you riled up with that ‘Save a horse’ crap.” You comment, he lets out a gruff laugh. “You know what that means?” He glances at you without lifting his head. You shake your head, sipping your whiskey, He laughs again the time avoiding your gaze. “What?” He ignores you, “C’mon, I ain’t a little girl!” You say, which only eggs him on, he finishes the bottle in his hand, shaking his head as the bottle slams down. “I ain’t your teacher.” He rasps, bringing his elbows to rest up on the counter. “Please!” You beg, shaking him lightly, “Thought you wasn’t a little girl?” He snapped. You roll your eyes, a dull silence falls between you, you turn away, observing the crowd of men and women dancing, laughing and drinking, you turn back to Arthur with a smirk, plucking the hat off his head once more and wearing it, he turns to snatch back but you leap from your seat, walking backwards with a wide grin. He’s pissed, you push past the crowds of drunks, til you hit the saloon doors, drunkenly you forget about the steps and nearly tumble down them, Arthur snatches your wrist, “Watch it, girl.” He scowls, he pulls you back up to the porch dragging you away from the few onlookers outside. “Sorry,” You mumble stumbling into the wooden railing. “You’re alright.” He says. “Why won’t you just tell me already?” Arthur sighs, readjusting his posture and hanging one hand on his belt. “It’s dirty.” He says quietly. “‘Save a horse– Ride a cowboy.” He says, your eyes widen a bit, the hat now loosely on your head. “I ain’t that kinda man,” He looks to the side, maybe it was the liquor or lack of people– but you laughed, in his face. “‘What you got hidin’ under that skirt for me?’” You mock his voice, leaning into him as you laugh, “Arthur you are a filthy man don’t lie.” “Watch your mouth.” He barks.

“Or what?” You retort.

He sighs loudly, chewing the inside of his cheek, you could see the moment on his face where he thought ‘Fuck it.’ He grabs your forearm, dragging you down the saloon steps, he knew the route to your apartment, hell he had an extra key, he crashed into your living room, slamming the door behind you two.

Before you knew it his mouth was on you, rough beard scratching your face, he pulls away, “where we goin’?” He rasps, “I don’t care,” you huff, “I need you.” He laughs against your lips, “And I’m filthy,’ he says before closing the gap, he guides you to the couch, laying you down gently, he next moves were the opposite, a rough hand find your waist, the other pushing up your skirt, massaging your thighs, but not daring to go any further. Your uncoordinated hands work to unbutton your blouse, there’s unexplainable heat beneath your skin and Arthur’s hands are ice cold, “Tell me to stop and I will.” He says in between kisses, “Don’t.” You exhale. Your words are a green light for him, he moves down to your neck placing open mouthed kisses down your soft skin, your hands get entangled in his brunette hair, soft gasps leaving your mouth, he palms one breast through your bra, tugging the strap down on the other side, he places soft kisses on your bare chest while the other hand roughly gropes you, the contrast was enough to make you whimper. 

His rough touch leaves you for a moment, moving to undo your bra with one hand, he tugs the fabric off of you, sitting back to admire your bare chest, “Look at you,” He remarks, you whine, dragging his hands back to your aching body. “Easy girl, you’ll have your turn.” He chuckles, undoing his belt and discarding it somewhere in the room, he unsheathed his cock, you immediately reach for it like your greedy, “Ah-ah, hands to yerself.”  he strokes himself for a measure, fondling your chest with his free hand. He lowers himself, pushing your boobs together and slotting himself between him, he grabs your wrists, pinning them on the arm of the sofa with one hand, with every thrust he lets out a low groan, using you as he pleases. “Fuck..” He moans as you arch your back closer to him, your chaste whimpers and whines are like music to his ears bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly he pulls away leaving your chest covered in precum.

Wordlessly he hooks his fingers around the hem of your skirt, pulling the garment down in one fell swoop, again he tosses it with no regard. He wraps his hands around your waist, flipping you over so you're on top, he lets you get comfy atop his hard cock, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. “Thatta’ girl..” He praises, slowly pushing your panties to the side, “C’mere girl,” He pulls you close, your chest to his, he places kisses on your collarbone as he slides inside your dripping core, you whine at the stretch, “Sh.. shh.. That’s it..” He lets you sit up at your own pace, guiding you into a slow rhythm, “Just like that, sweetheart.” His hands leave you to rest behind his head, giving you full control.

With a hand on the couch you steady yourself, keeping the slow pace, despite your inexperience you’ve heard plenty of talk on how to please a man, you grind your hips against his before lifting up and slowly coming back down, his tip is bruising your cervix even at the turtle tempo. Arthur takes the hat from his head, placing it on yours as you continue to ride him, it gives you a new filled confidence, you speed up, boobs bouncing as your hips slam down. Your moans bounce off the walls and you’re sure your neighbors can hear but god you’re drunk on his cock, Arthur throws his head back as your speed up, clenching around him when you hear his breathy groans, “Fuck..!” He moans, his half lidded glossy eyes meet yours and he snaps, “C’mere.” he says, pulling you close once more, he grips your ass and mercilessly pounds into you, fucking every sweet sound possible out of you, you repeat his name like prayer as the thread inside you snaps, your fingers tangled in his hair as you cum. His pace doesn’t relent, “Just a little longer sweetheart..” He breathily groans in your ear, pumping in and out of your cunt slower til pulls out and finishes. For a few minutes the two of you lay in silence, breathing heavily as you recuperate, you’re the first to break the silence. “You.. are a filthy man Mister. Morgan..” You pant, “Don’t sound like a complaint to me, cowgirl.”

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Moonflow

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[cynic-spirit]

Dragonsoul iii

warnings: long , fluff

aemond targareyen x y/n

Aemond sat in his dimly lit study, the soft glow of the lamp casting long shadows across the room. His mind was restless, consumed by thoughts of Y/n. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as if it might provide the answers he sought. The memory of her playing the piano, her fingers gracefully dancing over the keys, was still vivid in his mind. He could almost hear the echoes of her music, feel the subtle pull of her presence.

He sighed, running a hand through his long, silver hair. Finding her number wouldn’t be difficult. In fact, he already had it, tucked away in the depths of his phone, a result of the meticulous background checks that his family routinely conducted on their guests. But simply calling her out of the blue? That felt wrong. He didn’t want to come across as invasive or desperate, even though that’s exactly how he felt.

“What would I even say?” he muttered to himself, frustrated. “How did I get your number? I have connections in places you wouldn't expect.” He winced at the thought. That would definitely make a lousy impression. She’d probably think he was a stalker or, worse, just another overbearing Targaryen accustomed to getting his way.

No, calling her was out of the question. It had to be something more natural, more... coincidental. But how? How could he arrange to meet her again without making it obvious that he had planned everything? He tapped his fingers on the desk, deep in thought.'

If only there was a way he could just run into her, something that didn’t feel contrived or forced. Somewhere they could talk, away from the formality of parties and the scrutiny of others. Maybe at a coffee shop, or perhaps near the stables again. He could ask her about Vhagar, mention how the horse seemed to have taken a liking to her. That would be an easy, natural conversation starter.

But the chances of randomly running into her seemed slim. Y/n didn’t strike him as the type to frequent the same places as he did, and he wasn’t exactly known for his casual strolls around town. He frowned, feeling the weight of his dilemma.

Perhaps... perhaps he could create the opportunity. A reason for her to visit the Targaryen estate again, or maybe he could find out where she liked to go. It would be a delicate balance, making it seem like fate rather than a calculated move. He had to be careful, had to make sure he didn’t scare her off.

As he pondered the possibilities, a small smirk played at the corner of his lips. He wasn’t used to feeling this way—unsure, almost nervous—but he couldn’t deny the thrill that came with it. She was different, special, and he wasn’t going to let this chance slip away. One way or another, he would see her again, and this time, he would ask for her number himself.

And then, he’d make sure that no one—not even the fates—could take her away from him.Y/n stood in the serene expanse of the city stables, her heart swelling with familiarity and excitement. The scent of hay and horses filled the air, mingling with the fresh morning breeze. She loved this place; it was one of the few spots where she felt completely at ease, away from the chaos of college and the expectations that often weighed her down.

Among the many horses, her favorite stood out—a beautiful black mare named Ebony. Y/n had spent countless hours with Ebony since she was a child, forging a bond that went beyond mere companionship. The mare’s glossy coat shimmered under the sunlight, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile as she approached, reaching out to stroke Ebony’s neck.

“Ready for a ride, girl?” she asked softly, her voice filled with warmth. Ebony nickered in response, as if to say she was always ready for an adventure.

Y/n gently placed the saddle on Ebony’s back, her hands deftly securing the straps. She felt the familiar thrill of anticipation coursing through her. Horse riding had always been a passion, a freedom that allowed her to escape her worries. It was a connection to nature, to something primal and beautiful. As she mounted the horse, she felt the comforting sway of Ebony beneath her, a sensation that brought back fond memories of her childhood.

With a gentle squeeze of her legs, she urged Ebony forward, and they began to trot out of the stables. The world around her faded as she focused on the rhythm of the horse’s movements, the sound of hooves thudding against the earth, and the wind whipping through her hair. She allowed herself to get lost in the ride, the stresses of her life slipping away with every stride.

Y/n guided Ebony along the winding paths of the stable grounds, savoring the sensation of freedom. She marveled at the trees that lined the path, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. The sun was warm on her skin, and she breathed in the fresh air, feeling invigorated and alive.

As they rode, she thought back to her recent visit to the Targaryen estate. The memory of Aemond flashed through her mind—the way he’d stood by Vhagar, the striking aura he exuded. She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts. No, she couldn’t think about him now. Not while she was enjoying her ride.

But a part of her couldn’t help it. She remembered how he’d seemed genuinely pleased to see her with Vhagar, the way his expression softened. It was a stark contrast to the fearsome reputation he carried.

Y/n focused on the trail ahead, letting the rhythm of Ebony’s gait soothe her thoughts. Perhaps she could come back to the Targaryen estate sometime, maybe to see Vhagar again, or even Aemond, though that thought brought a flutter of nerves to her stomach.

After riding for a while, she decided to take a break. She found a small clearing, dismounted, and tied Ebony’s reins to a low branch. As she sat on the grass, she let out a contented sigh, her heart full. Riding had always been her sanctuary, a place where she could be herself, free from the expectations of the world.

Closing her eyes, she listened to the sounds of nature around her—the gentle rustle of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, and the soft whinny of horses. It was moments like these that reminded her of the simple joys in life, a moment of peace in an otherwise chaotic world.“Hey,” Haleana said with a bright smile as she approached, her hair flowing like silk in the gentle breeze.

Y/n's heart raced slightly at the sight of another Targaryen. She wondered if they were everywhere. But Haleana seemed different—more approachable, more like her.

“Hi!” Y/n replied, forcing a smile as she brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear. “What brings you here?”

“I’m here for my etymology research,” Haleana explained, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I’ve been studying the names of plants and animals in this area. There’s so much history tied to them, you know?”

“That sounds fascinating! I love learning about the history behind names,” Y/n said, genuinely intrigued. “I often come here to ride my horse, Ebony. It’s one of my favorite places.”

“Ebony? What a beautiful name!” Haleana said, her voice warm. “I’d love to see her sometime. Horses are such incredible creatures.”

“She really is,” Y/n replied, pride swelling in her chest. “We’ve been together since I was a little girl. Riding is one of the few things that brings me pure joy.”

“I get that,” Haleana nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I’ve always felt a deep connection to nature, too. It’s refreshing to escape the expectations of our lives, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely,” Y/n said, relieved to find common ground. “Sometimes I feel like I’m expected to fit into a mold that doesn’t quite suit me. Riding helps me feel free.”

Haleana laughed softly. “I understand completely. Sometimes I wish I could just run away with my books and spend all my time studying without the pressures of nobility.”

“Exactly! It’s like the world outside has so many limitations,” Y/n added, her heart feeling lighter. “But here, it’s just me and Ebony.”

“I’d love to join you sometime,” Haleana said, her eyes brightening. “Maybe we can go for a ride together! I’ve always wanted to learn more about horses.”

“Really? That would be amazing!” Y/n replied, excitement bubbling within her. “I’d be happy to show you the ropes.”

“Great! I’ll hold you to that,” Haleana said with a smile. “And who knows, maybe I can help you with your research, too. I could use a riding partner.”

“Deal!” Y/n laughed, feeling a warm connection with Haleana. For the first time in a while, she felt at ease in the presence of a Targaryen.

As they chatted, the worries of the world outside faded away, replaced by the simple joy of friendship and shared passions.Haleana’s mind raced with ideas as she watched Y/n’s face light up while talking about her horse. She could see the passion in her eyes, the way she lit up at the thought of riding, and it sparked a plan in her head.

She had heard the whispers about Aemond and his newfound interest in a certain musician, and it didn’t take much for Haleana to connect the dots. Y/n was the missing piece of the puzzle, the girl who had captured her brother’s attention in a way no one else had before.

“Hey, Y/n,” Haleana said casually, a playful glint in her eye. “What if we made a little outing of this? You know, a small gathering of friends for a ride and maybe a picnic afterward?”

Y/n’s eyes widened with curiosity. “That sounds like a lot of fun! But who would come?”

“Well, I could invite a few close friends. And I think it would be the perfect opportunity to invite my brother Aemond, too,” Haleana suggested, gauging Y/n’s reaction.

“Aemond? The Aemond Targaryen?” Y/n asked, her expression a mix of surprise and hesitation. “Is that a good idea? He’s—”

“—intimidating?” Haleana finished, chuckling lightly. “I get that. But trust me, he’s not as scary as people make him out to be. He just needs the right people around him. And I think you could be one of those people.”

Y/n considered this, her heart fluttering at the thought of being around Aemond again. “You really think so?”

“I do!” Haleana replied, her excitement growing. “Plus, it’ll be a small group, and it could be a great way for you two to get to know each other better. You’re both passionate about music and horses. It could be fun!”

Y/n bit her lip, torn between excitement and nervousness. “I guess it could be nice. I just don’t want to make things awkward.”

“I promise it won’t be awkward. Besides, I’ll be there to keep things light and fun,” Haleana assured her, her mind already racing with plans. “And if it goes well, maybe it’ll give Aemond the chance to realize how special you are.”

As Haleana spoke, a smile spread across Y/n’s face. The idea of a casual ride with Aemond and her new friend sounded delightful, even if it was a little nerve-wracking.

“Okay, let’s do it!” Y/n finally agreed, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “I’m in.”

“Fantastic!” Haleana exclaimed, her plan falling perfectly into place. She could already envision the two of them together, Aemond and Y/n, sharing laughter and smiles under the sun. It was time for her brother to see what she saw—a kindred spirit in Y/n, a gentle soul who could balance his fierce heart.

With a twinkle in her eye, Haleana began to formulate the details of their outing, determined to bring Aemond and Y/n closer together.Haleana entered Aemond’s room with a playful bounce in her step, a mischievous twinkle dancing in her eyes. The soft afternoon light streamed in through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the elegantly decorated space. Aemond was seated at his desk, papers strewn about as he pretended to focus on work, but his mind was elsewhere—on Y/n.

“Hey, brother,” Haleana chirped, leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed playfully.

“How can I help you, Haleana?” Aemond replied, trying to maintain an air of seriousness, though he could feel the corners of his mouth twitching upward at her infectious energy.

“How about a horse ride tomorrow? You can take Vhagar, and I’ll ride Dreamfire over the meadow,” she suggested, her eyes shining with excitement.

Aemond sighed, shaking his head. “I’m busy tomorrow. I have work to do.” His thoughts were tangled in ways to reach Y/n, and the last thing he needed was a diversion, even if it was his sister’s spirited invitation.

“Look, you said you’d do anything to keep your secret safe, so…” Haleana pressed, arching an eyebrow at him, fully aware of how to push his buttons.

“Aemond…” he chided lightly, but a smile crept onto his face despite himself.

“Come on! Just one little ride,” Haleana insisted, stepping closer and placing her hands on her hips in a playful mock of authority. “I promise it’ll be fun. Plus, it’s a perfect way for you to unwind. You can’t be all work and no play!”

Aemond rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the tension ease at her enthusiasm. “Fine, I’ll come,” he finally relented, knowing he wouldn’t win this battle.

Haleana’s face lit up with a triumphant smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yes! You won’t regret it! Tomorrow will be perfect,” she declared, already envisioning how the day would unfold.

Aemond felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension about what would happen during the ride. He couldn’t shake the feeling that it would be more than just a casual outing. He would finally have the chance to tell Y/n the truth—that he was her soulmate.

As Haleana bounced out of the room, he couldn’t help but shake his head, a small smile lingering on his lips. He would have to prepare himself for whatever tomorrow would bring, especially with Y/n in mind.The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the meadow hills. Aemond and Helaena were already saddled up on their horses, Vhagar and Dreamfire, respectively. Aemond looked every bit the part of a skilled rider, dressed in tailored riding clothes that accentuated his athletic build. Helaena, equally put together, wore a flowing riding outfit that mirrored the vibrant landscape around them.

“So what are we waiting for?” Aemond asked, his impatience barely contained as he adjusted the reins in his hands, eager to gallop into the open fields.

“Just hold on,” Helaena replied, glancing at her watch. There was a spark of excitement in her eyes as she leaned forward, scanning the horizon. “Oh, there she is…”

Aemond turned, and his heart nearly stopped. There, emerging from the path that wound through the trees, was Y/n, riding towards them on a stunning black horse. Her long black hair flowed behind her like a dark banner, and the sunlight glinted off her riding gear, making her look even more enchanting than he remembered.

A sight he never thought he’d see—or even dared to imagine—filled him with awe and disbelief. His heart raced as he took in the scene. “Helaena, what…?” He struggled to find his words, his mind a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions.

“You’re welcome…” Helaena winked at him, barely containing her amusement as Y/n drew closer, a bright smile on her face.

As Y/n approached, Aemond felt a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but his eyes were glued to her, captivated by her presence.

“Hey there!” Y/n called out, her voice light and cheerful. She expertly guided her horse to a stop beside them, looking between the two siblings. “I didn’t expect to see you both here.”

Aemond finally found his voice, though it came out more breathless than he intended. “Neither did I.” His gaze locked onto hers, feeling as if the world around them had faded away.

Helaena chuckled softly, sensing the tension between the two. “I thought it would be a perfect opportunity for you both to ride together. Isn’t it beautiful out here?” She gestured to the sprawling landscape, filled with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze.

“It’s amazing,” Y/n replied, glancing at Helaena before her eyes drifted back to Aemond. “I love riding here. It’s so peaceful.”

“Yeah, peaceful…” Aemond echoed, but his heart was racing with everything but peace. He felt an overwhelming desire to tell her everything—to share the truth that he was her soulmate. But the words stuck in his throat.

“Shall we?” Helaena prompted, urging them to move forward. “I can’t wait to see who’s faster!”

Aemond nodded, trying to shake off his nerves as he focused on Y/n. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice steadier now, a hint of challenge lacing his tone.

With that, Helaena led the way, and Aemond fell into step beside Y/n, their horses moving in sync. The ride through the meadow felt electric, each stride bringing them closer together, and he couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.Aemond couldn't help it; he couldn’t take his eyes off Y/n. There was something about the way she rode, a blend of grace and confidence that captivated him. The once unassailable rider, known for always leading the pack, found himself trailing behind her, watching as she chased after Helaena with an infectious joy.

Y/n laughed as she urged her horse forward, her long hair streaming behind her like a dark flag in the wind. She was utterly free in that moment, a stark contrast to the carefully crafted facade Aemond had always maintained. He felt an undeniable pull toward her, an urge to be a part of that laughter and light.

“Come on, Aemond!” Helaena called back, glancing over her shoulder with a teasing grin. “You’re supposed to be the best rider! Why are you lagging?”

Aemond smirked, shaking his head as he focused on the two women ahead of him. “I’m just letting the ladies take the lead,” he called back, though the truth was he was lost in the way Y/n's smile lit up her face, her eyes sparkling with exhilaration.

As Y/n glanced back at him, their eyes locked for a fleeting moment, and Aemond felt a rush of warmth. It was as if the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them suspended in time. He could see the excitement in her expression, the way she fully embraced the moment. In that instant, he realized he wanted to share more moments like this with her.

“Don’t let her get too far ahead!” Helaena teased, urging Dreamfire to pick up speed.

With a determined gleam in his eye, Aemond kicked Vhagar into motion, the powerful stallion responding instantly. He surged forward, overtaking Y/n just as she turned to look at him again, the thrill of competition igniting something inside him.

“I hope you can keep up!” Aemond shouted, grinning as he picked up speed. The playful challenge hung in the air, and Y/n’s laughter rang out, a sound that fueled his desire to impress her even more.

“I’m right behind you!” she called back, and Aemond felt a surge of exhilaration as they raced across the meadow, the wind whipping past them. It felt like the start of something new, and with each stride, he found himself wanting to bridge the distance between them, not just as riders, but as something much deeper.As Helaena watched Aemond and Y/n galloping ahead, a satisfied smile spread across her face. She stopped Dreamfire and patted the mare’s neck affectionately. “Well, Dreamfire, our work here is done,” she said, her voice light with amusement. “Looks like we’ve set the stage for a little romance.”

Dreamfire whinnied softly, as if she understood, and Helaena couldn’t help but chuckle. “Let’s head back. They’ll figure things out without us hovering around.”

With a gentle squeeze of her legs, Helaena turned her horse and began the leisurely ride back toward the stables, casting one last glance over her shoulder at her brother and Y/n. They were completely absorbed in each other, and Helaena felt a rush of hope for them both. Aemond, with his guarded heart, had finally met someone who could crack his tough exterior, and Y/n, with her bright spirit, deserved someone who could cherish her fully.

“Just give it time,” she murmured to herself as she guided Dreamfire along the path, her heart swelling with optimism. “Everything will fall into place.”Aemond felt a rush of exhilaration as he raced alongside Y/n, the wind whipping through his hair and the sound of hooves pounding against the earth echoing in his ears. He glanced over at her, a radiant smile lighting up her face, and it sent a surge of warmth through him. “I hope you can keep up!” he shouted, the playful challenge escaping his lips before he surged ahead, feeling the powerful muscles of Vhagar beneath him.

With a burst of energy, he crossed the distance between them, reveling in the thrill of the moment. The world around him blurred into a kaleidoscope of greens and blues, the meadow stretching out endlessly as they galloped side by side. Every heartbeat felt in sync with the rhythm of their horses, and Aemond couldn’t help but glance back at Y/n, her laughter ringing like music in his ears.

“I’m right behind you!” she jested, determination lighting her eyes as she urged her horse forward. The sight of her, so full of life and joy, made Aemond’s heart swell. It was as if the barriers he’d built around himself began to crumble with each stride, revealing the raw, unguarded affection he felt for her.

He leaned into the ride, feeling invincible, the thrill of competition igniting a playful spirit he hadn’t embraced in years. With each gallop, he felt the intoxicating pull of their connection, an undeniable chemistry that thrummed between them like a melody only they could hear.

In this moment, nothing else mattered. The past, the burdens, the expectations—it all faded into the background as he focused solely on her, the way her hair danced in the wind and how her laughter echoed across the meadow. She was everything he never knew he wanted, and as they raced together, he felt an overwhelming surge of love welling up inside him.

“Come on, Y/n!” he encouraged, his voice full of excitement. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”

As they approached a bend in the path, he pushed Vhagar harder, relishing the thrill of the race and the joy of simply being near her. For Aemond, this was not just a ride; it was a revelation of the kind of happiness he had never thought possible. Each moment spent racing alongside Y/n was a promise of the future he dared to dream about, a future filled with laughter, adventure, and love.As they brought their horses to a gentle halt, the serene meadow enveloped them in its tranquility. Y/n glanced around, taking in the beauty of the landscape, but her brow furrowed slightly when she noticed Haleana’s absence. “Where’s Haleana?” she asked, curiosity lacing her voice.

Aemond, already aware of his sister’s clever plan, quickly fabricated an excuse. “Oh, she often doesn’t come this far. She must be waiting back there for us to come back,” he replied, his tone casual, though he could feel a hint of guilt creeping in.

“Let’s go then,” Y/n said with a determined nod, but then she paused, looking down at her legs. “I’ll just rest my legs a bit.” With that, she gracefully climbed down from Ebony, her movements fluid and natural.

Aemond followed suit, dismounting with a practiced ease. “I didn’t know you were a rider as well,” he remarked, genuinely impressed as he took a moment to admire her connection with her horse.

“This is Ebony,” she said, affection evident in her voice. “He has been with me since I was young. He was my brother’s horse.”

Curiosity piqued, Aemond asked, “Your brother doesn’t ride now?” The moment the words left his mouth, he sensed a change in her demeanor, the light in her eyes dimming as the sadness washed over her face.

Y/n hesitated for a moment before responding, “He is no more.”

The weight of her words hung in the air between them, and Aemond felt a pang of sorrow for her loss. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said softly, sincerity coloring his tone. He wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but he didn’t want to overstep.

She offered him a faint smile, one that spoke volumes about the resilience she had cultivated in the face of her grief. “It was a long time ago,” she reassured him, though Aemond could see the bittersweet memories flickering behind her eyes.

Aemond, eager to lighten the mood, gestured toward Vhagar with a hint of pride. “I almost forgot. Y/n, this is Vhagar. You have met him, don’t you?”

The way he introduced his stallion was almost like sharing a piece of himself. Vhagar stood tall and proud, his dark coat shimmering in the sunlight. Y/n stepped closer, reaching out a hand to stroke Vhagar’s neck gently. “He’s magnificent,” she said, a genuine smile breaking through the sadness. “I can see why you like him so much.”

Aemond watched her interact with Vhagar, his heart swelling with admiration. This was a side of Y/n he cherished—a soft, warm connection that made him yearn for more moments like this, where they could share their lives with each other.“Let’s go back,” Y/n requested, glancing back toward the path. “I don’t want to keep Haleana waiting.”

“Yes, definitely,” Aemond agreed, suppressing the urge to tell her he would do whatever she asked him to. Just command me; I am your servant, he thought, his heart racing at the idea of being at her beck and call.

“Do you come here to ride often, Aemond?” she asked, turning her gaze back to him.

The way she spoke his name sent a shiver down his spine, making him want to hear it over and over again—maybe in a more intimate context, perhaps when he was pleasuring her in all sorts of ways.

“Yes, I do,” he replied, holding her gaze, unwilling to break the connection.

“It’s a beautiful place,” she remarked, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Would you like to join me again?”

Just command me; I will be there I'll be whateeryou want me to be, I'll knell to you should you ask right now, he thought fervently, longing for more moments with her. “Definitely,” he said, a hint of eagerness slipping into his voice.

“Okay,” she said, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “Tell me when. Haleana has my number.”

For once, Aemond was impressed by his sister’s cleverness. Without Haleana’s intervention, he wouldn’t have met Y/n; he wouldn’t have gotten to know her this closely. The thought of it made him realize just how much he valued this chance encounter and how determined he was to keep her in his life.

As they began their ride back, the air between them felt charged with unspoken possibilities, and Aemond silently vowed to seize every opportunity to be with her, no matter what it took.

As they rejoined Haleana, Aemond couldn’t help but watch Y/n and his sister chat animatedly, their laughter ringing out like music against the serene backdrop of the meadow. Haleana's hair flowed freely in the wind as she rode alongside Y/n, who was effortlessly graceful on her horse. Aemond fell a little behind, his heart swelling as he admired Y/n’s animated expression and the way her eyes sparkled with joy.

“Can you believe how beautiful this place is?” Haleana exclaimed, her excitement infectious. “And riding with Aemond? It’s like living in a dream!”

Y/n laughed, her voice light and melodic. “He’s an incredible rider! I thought I would struggle to keep up, but he’s been so gracious.”

Aemond felt a rush of warmth at her words, his chest tightening with affection. Gracious? Me? he mused, surprised that he could evoke such thoughts from her. He had always thought of himself as intimidating, yet here he was, mesmerized like a lovesick puppy.

“Gracious, huh?” Haleana teased, throwing a playful glance over her shoulder. “Don’t let him fool you; he can be a bit of a rogue when he wants to be.”

“Oh, really?” Y/n replied, her brows raised playfully. “I’d love to see that side of him.”

Aemond's heart raced at the idea, and he found himself leaning forward slightly in his saddle, eager to hear what his sister would say next.

Haleana rolled her eyes. “Just wait until you see him at a party. He’s the king of avoiding everyone and sulking in a corner. But today? He’s different.”

“Different how?” Y/n asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“More... alive,” Haleana said with a smirk, looking back at Aemond. “Almost like he actually enjoys himself.”

Aemond couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. The attention felt odd yet thrilling, and he realized that it was all thanks to Y/n. He quickened his pace, closing the gap between them just a little. “You’re making me sound like some brooding villain, Haleana,” he interjected with a hint of mock indignation.

Haleana laughed. “Maybe just a misunderstood hero, Aemond. But Y/n seems to bring out the best in you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, she does,” he admitted, glancing at Y/n, who met his gaze with a soft smile. It was a moment filled with unspoken promise, and Aemond felt a flicker of hope spark within him.

As they rode back, the camaraderie between the three of them felt warm and genuine, but all Aemond could focus on was Y/n. The way she laughed, the way she spoke, and the way she made everything feel brighter—it was all he wanted to savor as they made their way home.As Aemond stepped into his room, still buzzing from the ride, Haleana followed closely behind, the door clicking shut behind her. The air was thick with a sense of camaraderie that lingered from their time together in the meadow.

“So, was it worth coming to the ride today, brother?” Haleana asked, her tone teasing yet curious. She perched herself on the edge of his bed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Aemond leaned against his desk, trying to appear nonchalant, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, twitching upwards. “Absolutely,” he replied, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of warmth. “I didn’t expect to enjoy myself so much.”

Haleana raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Didn’t expect? Or didn’t want to?”

Aemond crossed his arms, adopting a mock defensive stance. “Both, maybe. But Y/n…” He let the sentence hang, the weight of her name filling the room with a palpable tension.

“What about her?” Haleana pressed, leaning in with intrigue. “You like her, don’t you?”

Aemond felt his cheeks warm slightly at the directness of her question. “It’s not that simple, Haleana. She’s…” He paused, searching for the right words. “She’s different. She sees me, not just the Targaryen name or the scars.”

Haleana’s smile widened, clearly delighted by her brother's admission. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for! You need someone like her in your life. Someone who can bring you back to life.”

Aemond sighed, a mixture of frustration and affection swirling inside him. “You make it sound so easy. What if she doesn’t feel the same way?”

“Did you see the way she looked at you?” Haleana replied, her enthusiasm unyielding. “I mean, really looked at you. She’s intrigued by you, Aemond. Just give her a chance to see the real you.”

He contemplated her words, a flicker of hope igniting within him. “I just need to figure out how to approach her without scaring her off. I don’t want to come on too strong.”

“Then be yourself,” Haleana suggested. “And maybe bring her a little gift. A brooch, perhaps? Something that shows you’ve been thinking of her.”

Aemond chuckled, rolling his eyes. “You’re not letting that brooch idea go, are you?”

“Nope!” Haleana replied cheerfully. “Just consider it, brother. Besides, you owe me for keeping your secret!”

With a resigned smile, Aemond nodded. “Alright, alright. I’ll think about it.”

“Good! I want to see you happy, Aemond. And who knows? Maybe you’ll finally have a reason to smile more often,” she said, her tone turning earnest.

“Maybe,” he echoed softly, already imagining the possibilities that lay ahead with Y/n. As Haleana exited the room, he found himself lost in thought, pondering how to turn this flicker of hope into something more.Haleana’s teasing smile lingered in the air as she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, clearly enjoying her brother's flustered reaction. “Why don’t you schedule another ride with her? You already have her number, don’t you?” she suggested, her tone playful yet encouraging.

Aemond rolled his eyes, but the hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “I suppose,” he replied, trying to sound indifferent, but the excitement bubbling beneath the surface was hard to hide.

“Then again,” Haleana added, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “maybe it’ll turn into a different kind of ride, brother.” She wiggled her eyebrows for emphasis, clearly reveling in her own wit.

Aemond’s eyes widened, and he shot a glare in her direction, his heart racing at the implications of her words. “Haleana!” he yelled, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

With a laugh, she turned to leave, already halfway out the door. “Just think about it!” she called back, her laughter echoing in the hallway.

“Come back here!” Aemond protested, throwing a pillow in her direction just as she closed the door behind her, the soft thud barely reaching her ears.

He sighed, shaking his head with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “What am I going to do with her?” he murmured to himself, a smirk breaking through as he sank onto the edge of his bed.

His thoughts drifted back to Y/n, the way she laughed and rode with such joy, the light in her eyes that made everything around her seem brighter. Maybe, just maybe, Haleana was right. Maybe it was time to take a chance.As Y/n sank onto her bed, fatigue washed over her like a gentle wave, yet sleep eluded her. She felt the warmth of the afternoon sun still lingering on her skin from the ride, but it was Aemond's presence that lingered in her mind.

His confident demeanor, the way he had effortlessly guided his horse, and how he had looked at her with an intensity that made her heart race—it all played on repeat in her thoughts. She couldn’t shake the image of him galloping alongside her, the thrill of their friendly race filling her with a sense of freedom she hadn’t felt in a long time.

The more she thought about him, the more she found herself puzzling over the contradiction that he presented. Aemond Targaryen, the man rumored to be cruel and feared, had shown her a side of himself that felt warm and genuine. There was something reassuring about him, something that made her feel safe even amidst the chaos of their world.

“Why do I feel like this?” she murmured to herself, rolling onto her side to stare out the window. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and she could still hear the echo of laughter from the meadow where they had ridden.

She pondered how Aemond had cared for his horse, Vhagar, the pride in his voice when he introduced her to him. That was not the behavior of a heartless man. He had a depth to him, a complexity that intrigued her.

As the shadows lengthened in her room, Y/n felt a strange flutter in her chest. “Maybe he isn’t as terrible as everyone says,” she whispered, a small smile creeping onto her lips. “But can I really trust him?”

Y/n closed her eyes, trying to drift off to sleep, but her mind continued to wander back to Aemond—the way he had smiled, the warmth of his gaze, and the sense of adventure they had shared. She had to admit it to herself: she wanted to see him again, to unravel the mystery of the man behind the stories.

With a sigh, she tucked her hair behind her ear and let the thoughts wash over her. “Maybe tomorrow,” she whispered, clinging to the hope of another chance to ride alongside him, to know him better, and perhaps to discover if he truly was as kind as he seemed.As Y/n sank onto her bed, fatigue washed over her like a gentle wave, yet sleep eluded her. She felt the warmth of the afternoon sun still lingering on her skin from the ride, but it was Aemond's presence that lingered in her mind.

His confident demeanor, the way he had effortlessly guided his horse, and how he had looked at her with an intensity that made her heart race—it all played on repeat in her thoughts. She couldn’t shake the image of him galloping alongside her, the thrill of their friendly race filling her with a sense of freedom she hadn’t felt in a long time.

The more she thought about him, the more she found herself puzzling over the contradiction that he presented. Aemond Targaryen, the man rumored to be cruel and feared, had shown her a side of himself that felt warm and genuine. There was something reassuring about him, something that made her feel safe even amidst the chaos of their world.

“Why do I feel like this?” she murmured to herself, rolling onto her side to stare out the window. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and she could still hear the echo of laughter from the meadow where they had ridden.

She pondered how Aemond had cared for his horse, Vhagar, the pride in his voice when he introduced her to him. That was not the behavior of a heartless man. He had a depth to him, a complexity that intrigued her.

As the shadows lengthened in her room, Y/n felt a strange flutter in her chest. “Maybe he isn’t as terrible as everyone says,” she whispered, a small smile creeping onto her lips. “But can I really trust him?”

Y/n closed her eyes, trying to drift off to sleep, but her mind continued to wander back to Aemond—the way he had smiled, the warmth of his gaze, and the sense of adventure they had shared. She had to admit it to herself: she wanted to see him again, to unravel the mystery of the man behind the stories.

With a sigh, she tucked her hair behind her ear and let the thoughts wash over her. “Maybe tomorrow,” she whispered, clinging to the hope of another chance to ride alongside him, to know him better, and perhaps to discover if he truly was as kind as he seemed.Y/n quickly typed her message, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief at the thought of not riding the next day.

“However, I don’t think I can ride tomorrow. My legs hurt a little from today’s. I’m more a musician than a rider, I suppose. How about I meet you at the stables and watch you ride Vhagar instead?”

She pressed send, biting her lip as she waited for Aemond's response. The thought of watching him ride made her heart race—she could picture him effortlessly commanding the magnificent stallion, and the image sent a shiver of excitement through her.

Moments later, her phone buzzed.

“Of course! I’d love to show off my skills,” Aemond replied, his enthusiasm evident in his words. “I hope Vhagar doesn’t disappoint you.”

“I’m sure he won’t,” Y/n replied, her smile growing wider. “I’ll just have to cheer you on from the sidelines.”

“Maybe I’ll give you a little performance just for you,” he teased. “What time shall we meet?”

“Let’s say 10 AM still? That way I can make sure I’m there when you arrive,” she suggested, feeling a flutter of anticipation.

“Perfect. I’ll see you then, Y/n,” he texted back. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s worth your while.”

Y/n felt a warmth spreading through her chest at his words. As she set her phone down, she couldn’t help but imagine what the day ahead would hold. Aemond was no longer just a mysterious figure in her mind; he was becoming someone she looked forward to seeing again and again. The thought brought a soft smile to her lips as she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of horses and unexpected connections.The next day, Y/n arrived at the Targaryen estate stables, her heart fluttering with excitement. The scent of fresh hay and horses surrounded her as she spotted Aemond waiting near Vhagar's stall.

“Good morning, Y/n,” he greeted, his voice smooth and inviting. He stepped forward and took her hand, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. The warmth of his lips sent a blush creeping up her cheeks, and she quickly looked down to hide her embarrassment.

“Good morning, Aemond,” she replied, her voice slightly breathless.

As she approached Vhagar, she pulled out a few sugar cubes from her pocket. “And hello to you too, Vhagar!” she said cheerfully, offering the treats to the stallion. Vhagar nickered in delight, eagerly taking the sugar cubes from her palm. She couldn’t help but giggle at the horse's enthusiasm, feeling a sense of joy as Vhagar nuzzled her hand.

“Looks like someone has a new favorite,” Aemond said, a playful smirk on his lips as he watched the interaction. “I might have some competition.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Y/n teased back, glancing at him with a bright smile. “You’ll always be my favorite Targaryen.”

Aemond chuckled, his heart warming at her words. But as he moved to saddle up Vhagar, the stallion suddenly refused to cooperate, tossing his head and taking a few steps back.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Aemond murmured, furrowing his brow in confusion. “He has never done this.”

Y/n watched with concern, stepping closer to Aemond. “Maybe he’s just feeling a bit playful this morning?” she suggested, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“He’s usually the most obedient horse,” Aemond said, trying again to approach Vhagar. The stallion whinnied softly, as if teasing him, refusing to be saddled.

Y/n laughed lightly, her heart fluttering at the sight of Aemond’s frustration. “Maybe he just knows how special today is and wants to show off a little.”

“Or he knows that I’m with you, and he’s trying to steal the show,” Aemond replied, a hint of admiration in his voice. “Vhagar, come on. I promise I’m not going to make you do anything crazy.”To Aemond's surprise, Vhagar didn’t relent. Instead, the stallion nudged Y/n gently, almost as if he were inviting her to join in. Aemond blinked in confusion.

“Maybe he wants me to ride him today,” Y/n suggested, a playful smile on her lips.

Aemond raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from surprise to intrigue. “You want to ride Vhagar?”

“Why not? I love riding, and he seems friendly enough,” she replied, a hint of excitement in her voice. “Besides, it might help him warm up a bit.”

Aemond hesitated, looking at Vhagar, who seemed eager and ready to go. “Are you sure? He’s not exactly a beginner’s horse. He can be a handful.”

Y/n stepped closer, confidence radiating from her. “I can handle it. I promise. I’ve ridden horses before, and I’m not one to back down from a challenge.”

Aemond felt a rush of admiration for her bravery. “Alright, but if he starts acting up, I’m right here,” he said, moving to help her mount.

As Y/n climbed onto Vhagar, the stallion stood patiently, seemingly enjoying the attention. Aemond felt a swell of pride watching her settle into the saddle, her hair catching the sunlight as she grinned down at him.

“See? I told you I could handle it,” she said triumphantly.

“Just be careful,” Aemond warned, his voice softening. “He’s a big boy, but he listens well. You’ll be fine as long as you stay calm.”

“Trust me, I’ve got this,” she reassured him, her confidence shining through.

With that, she gently squeezed Vhagar’s sides, and the horse took a few steps forward. Aemond felt a mix of admiration and protectiveness as he watched her navigate the stallion, riding with ease and grace.

“Look at you,” he called out, pride swelling in his chest. “You’re a natural!”

Y/n laughed, feeling the exhilaration of riding Vhagar. “Thanks! This is amazing!”

Aemond smiled, heart racing as he watched her enjoy herself. In that moment, he realized just how much he admired her spirit and determination. With Y/n on Vhagar and a bond forming between them, Aemond felt a sense of joy he hadn’t experienced in a long time.From a distance, Aegon squinted through the binoculars, his jaw dropping in disbelief.

“Is that the musician from the other day riding Vhagar?!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with total surprise.

“Vhagar is letting another rider on it!” He couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched Y/n confidently maneuver the stallion.

Halena, sitting nearby with a smirk on her face, replied, “Why am I not surprised at this?”

“BUT THERE IS ANOTHER RIDER ON VHAGAR, who is not Aemond!!!” Aegon shouted, incredulous. “How are you not surprised?!”

Halena chuckled, clearly amused by her brother’s reaction. “Well, maybe it’s because Aemond has a type, and it seems he’s not the only one who appreciates Y/n’s talents.”

Aegon rolled his eyes, still fixated on the scene unfolding before him. “This is just ridiculous! Vhagar doesn’t let anyone ride him but Aemond! What is going on?”

Halena leaned back, enjoying the chaos. “Maybe Vhagar likes her more than he likes Aemond. It would explain a lot, don’t you think?”

Aegon huffed, trying to process the information. “First, Aemond acts like a lovesick puppy, and now Vhagar is playing favorites? What is this madness?”

Halena raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin on her lips. “It looks like love is in the air, dear brother. Maybe you should join the party instead of spying from a distance.”

“Don’t you dare say it like that,” Aegon muttered, still squinting through the binoculars, trying to catch every detail. “What if Aemond finds out? He’s going to flip!”

“Relax, it’s all in good fun,” Halena said with a laugh. “Besides, it’s nice to see him smile for once.”

“Yeah, but with her on Vhagar, who knows what could happen?” Aegon sighed, lowering the binoculars. “This could turn into a disaster.”

“Or maybe it’ll turn into something beautiful,” Halena replied thoughtfully. “Let’s just watch and see what unfolds.”

As they continued to observe the unfolding drama, Aegon couldn’t shake the feeling that something significant was happening, and it left him both anxious and curious about the outcome.As Y/n guided Vhagar across the open meadow, her laughter echoed through the air, a melodic sound that made Aemond’s heart swell with a mix of admiration and enchantment. She leaned forward in the saddle, her long black hair flowing behind her like a banner in the wind, radiating joy and confidence. Each time Vhagar surged forward, Y/n's delight was palpable; her eyes sparkled with excitement as they galloped freely, the world around them blurring into a vibrant tapestry of greens and blues.

Aemond stood at the edge of the stables, captivated by the scene before him. The sight of Y/n on his beloved dragon of a horse was mesmerizing. She seemed to effortlessly blend grace and strength, embodying the spirit of the wild in a way that took Aemond’s breath away. Vhagar, usually so formidable, appeared to relish the company of this spirited rider. The two shared a bond that Aemond had never witnessed before, an unspoken connection that felt almost magical.

With each gallop, Y/n's laughter rang out, pure and joyful, as she urged Vhagar onward. Aemond's heart raced, not just from the sight of her riding but from the realization of how deeply he felt for her. There was an innocence about her, a vibrant energy that drew him in like a moth to a flame. In that moment, as he watched her, he knew that his life had irrevocably changed. The walls he had built around his heart began to crumble, leaving him vulnerable to the emotions she stirred within him.

As Vhagar thundered across the meadow, Aemond found himself grinning, unable to contain his admiration. He admired her fearless spirit, how she navigated Vhagar’s movements with such ease, and how every laugh seemed to weave a thread between them. It was as if they existed in a world apart, untouched by the shadows of their lives. He felt a sense of pride, knowing that this magnificent beast was his and now also hers.

Finally, the exhilaration of the ride came to a close. Aemond took a deep breath and called out, “That’s enough, Vhagar! Come on back here!” His voice carried over the wind, filled with a mixture of authority and affection.

To his surprise, Vhagar obeyed, slowing his pace and gradually making his way back to the stables. Y/n sat tall in the saddle, patting Vhagar's mane gently as they approached. The horse seemed to share in her joy, nuzzling against her side as if proud to have carried her across the fields.

As they neared him, Aemond could see the flush of excitement in Y/n's cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes. She radiated happiness, and it was contagious. Aemond felt a rush of warmth as he stepped forward to greet them. The sight of her, glowing with joy and confidence atop Vhagar, solidified his resolve. This was the moment he had been waiting for—the moment he could finally take a step closer to the woman who had captured his heart.“I didn’t think I would ride today, Aemond; my legs hurt,” Y/n said, her voice playful, a bright smile illuminating her face. “And so does my face from laughing.”

As she attempted to climb down from Vhagar, her foot slipped, and she nearly lost her balance. But in an instant, Aemond was there, his strong arms catching her effortlessly. The warmth of his embrace sent a thrill through her, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

“Careful there,” Aemond said, his voice low and smooth, a hint of amusement dancing in his single eye. He held her for a moment longer than necessary, absorbing the feeling of her in his arms. She felt light, almost ethereal, and the scent of her—sweet and fresh—filled his senses.

“I’ve got you,” he added, his grip firm yet gentle, steadying her as she regained her footing. Their eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, the world around them faded away. Aemond was struck by how close they were, the rhythm of their breaths syncing in the lingering warmth of the moment.

“Thanks,” she managed to say, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks. “I guess I should have been more careful.”

Aemond chuckled lightly, his heart racing at the closeness. “Or you could just trust me to catch you,” he replied, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “I seem to have a knack for it.”

Y/n laughed, her voice like music to his ears. “Yes, well, I wouldn’t want to make a habit of it. I think I’ll stick to watching you ride from now on.”

“Don’t say that,” Aemond countered, still holding her gaze. “I want you to ride with me again. You were incredible up there.”

She smiled, a warm blush on her cheeks. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” he said, finally letting her go but lingering close enough that the electricity between them crackled in the air. “I’d like to see you on Vhagar more often.”

“Maybe I will,” Y/n replied, her tone playful, yet Aemond could see the sincerity in her eyes. “But next time, I might need more than a sugar cube to convince him.”

“Don’t worry,” Aemond said, his expression turning serious. “I’ll make sure he behaves.”

The moment stretched between them, filled with unspoken possibilities and a burgeoning connection that neither of them could ignore.Finally, Aemond relented to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. With a sudden surge of courage, he pulled Y/n closer, his hands wrapping around her waist as he leaned in. The world around them faded into a distant blur as he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her with all the passion he had been holding back.

Y/n's initial surprise quickly melted away, and she found herself melting into the kiss, her hands finding their way to Aemond's hair. She reciprocated with equal fervor, the warmth of their connection igniting a fire deep within her. It was as if time itself had paused, and nothing else mattered but the two of them, lost in this moment.

Aemond's heart raced, every part of him alive with the thrill of finally expressing what he had kept hidden for so long. The taste of her lips was sweet, intoxicating, and he felt a sense of freedom in being so close to her. Y/n's laughter and joy danced in his mind, and now, in this shared kiss, he felt a deep sense of belonging.

They lingered in the embrace, the kiss deepening as they lost themselves in the connection that felt both new and familiar. Each heartbeat echoed the unspoken promise of more to come, and as they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Aemond gazed into Y/n’s eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, a hint of vulnerability lacing his voice.“We shouldn’t have done that,” Y/n said, a mix of surprise and uncertainty swirling in her gaze.

“Is it wrong to kiss one’s soulmate?” Aemond asked, his voice steady but with an underlying warmth that belied his serious demeanor.

“I am your soulmate?” Y/n questioned, her heart racing as she searched his eye for confirmation.

“Yes, you are,” Aemond replied, his expression softening as he gently brought their wrists together. He turned her hand to reveal their threads, shimmering gold in the sunlight—a vivid reminder of their connection. His thread gleamed alongside hers, a visual testament to the bond they shared.

“How long have you known?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind racing to catch up with the revelation.

“It certainly felt like a hundred years to me,” Aemond said, his heart pounding as he stepped closer. He couldn’t resist the pull any longer, leaning in to capture her lips once more, this time with a deeper sense of urgency and passion.

Y/n melted into the kiss, her worries momentarily forgotten as she lost herself in the warmth of his embrace. The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them—soulmates finally discovering the depths of their feelings.“I… Aemond is kissing that musician!” Aegon yelled, his voice cracking with disbelief as he stared through his binoculars, eyes wide.

“Leave them alone, you creep,” Helaena chided him, rolling her eyes at her brother’s lack of decorum.

“But… Aemond is kissing that girl!” Aegon repeated, still unable to believe what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes as if expecting the scene to disappear like a mirage.

Helaena sighed, more amused than anything else. “Am I high?” Aegon muttered to himself, still staring through the binoculars in shock.

“Probably,” Helaena said dryly, shaking her head as she walked away, leaving Aegon to sort out his bewilderment on his own.“Give me those!” Helaena snatched the binoculars from Aegon’s hands, leaving him squinting into the distance.

“But… he’s kissing that girl!” Aegon yelled, his voice rising in pitch as if he couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

Helaena looked through the binoculars briefly, then handed them back to Aegon with a shrug. “Why am I the only one surprised at this?” Aegon shouted again, his confusion turning into exasperation.

“Because you’re always the last to figure things out,” Helaena teased, giving him a pat on the shoulder before walking away, leaving Aegon still stunned by what he’d witnessed.“Let’s go, leave them alone,” Helaena said firmly, tugging at Aegon’s arm.

“But… but…” Aegon stammered, still in disbelief, his eyes wide as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

“If Aemond finds out, he’s going to crack your head open with those binoculars,” Helaena reminded him, her tone a mix of amusement and warning.

Aegon hesitated, glancing back through the binoculars one last time before reluctantly handing them over. “Fine, fine… but I still can’t believe it,” he muttered, following Helaena as they walked away.“I cannot believe Aemond has a soulmate,” Aegon muttered, still stunned.

“How, how, how?” he kept repeating, much to Helaena’s amusement.

Aegon shook his head in disbelief. “Aemond is so cruel and scary and feared… How does he even have a soulmate?”

Helaena smiled knowingly, her eyes softening as she looked at her brother. “Perhaps he’s not like that for her,” she answered, a hint of warmth in her voice.

Aegon fell silent for a moment, trying to process her words. “Maybe,” he finally conceded, though he still seemed baffled by the whole thing.

part 4

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F1 Drivers that I think would date some plus sized queens and how I think it would go

Carlos Sainz

- I can't explain why, but I feel like Carlos is already an ass man and with his personality he seems like the guy to love when his girl was squishy. Maybe like a fit plus size queen like they go to the gym together and stuff, but she's still thicker than a Snicker like Ashley Graham without the boobs (TBH that's specifically my body type and all the plus size queens with the boobs get love, but were is the love our itty bitty bitty plus size babes?) if you have the boobs sis he would love it too; just wanted to give some representation for my body type cause I know I can't be the only one out here like this! - Would constantly come up to you saying "I shall call her squishy and she shall be my squishy" before wrapping you in such a great hug and peppering you with kisses (come guys I can so see this like AAGHH) - If you're tall and a plus queen I think he would also be totally down for that too! We need some tall plus size love too man :) - He knows that you probably can't wear his clothes or that if you can that they don't fit oversized like he knows you would find cute so he orders some hoodies a size or two too large and keeps "accidentally" leaving them around you. - Krispy Kreme has nothing on this man, he is hot and ready for you all the time - Summer is his favorite time because seeing you prance around in those shorts that ride up your ass have this man so distracted that he is a danger to himself and humanity - Hand on the ass ALL the time (y'all can't argue with me on this one okay) - He loves to lay on you whenever possible - You are his human pillow now - Carlos Sainz is a cuddle bug and no one can tell me other wise!

Mick Schumacher

- If I were to picture our precious Mick with anyone else other than a beautiful tall plus size sweetheart it just wouldn't fit in my mind - He is such a boob guy like there's literally even no denying it (~starts crying in itty bitty titty committee~), but if you were less blessed in the chest I think Mick would still love it cause he is an angel - Mick is a sweetheart who has been through a lot, you provide him a sense of comfort and love when you pull him for one of your ever constant and always soft hugs (you never let go before he does because sometimes he just needs to hold you and that's okay) - You're like the Anna to his Kristoff (Frozen anyone?!) sweet, fun, adventurous, with a little side of chaos - He will kiss every single freckle, scar, and stretch mark on your entire body, in fact he makes it his life mission to do so - Sometimes he steals your sweatpants cause y'all are pretty much the same height and he loves having the extra room from the size difference - One time he stole a pair of your Juicy sweatpants to wear around the house and didn't realize the butt had JUICY bedazzled on it until his mom pointed out when she came over to visit for dinner - Mick loves to snuggle with you while you sleep, but he always falls asleep with his hand on your boob - You make him smile so much the boys started teasing him telling him he should try to get Crest toothpaste as a sponsor - Mick is major on cockwarming and if he had it your way he would never leave the warmth of your walls

Daniel Riccardo

- I feel it in my bones that Danny is an ass man - He is constantly sending up little prayers of thank you to whoever invented leggings and compression shorts - Daniel loves when you steal his button ups to wear around the house with nothing else because even though they aren't quite oversized it's the fact that seeing you wear his clothes and seeing your ass at the same time as poor Danny boy wound up tighter than a Jack in the box - You know they do say that cowboys tend to like their women like molasses, sweet and thick and well as bad as Danny wishes he was cowboy he makes sure to follow that rule -Save a horse ride a cowboy anyone? - He swears he's died and gone to heaven when he looks down into your innocent doe eyes every time you suck him off - You guys have matching sweatsuits for movie nights (secretly he loves it) - Danny just gives off the vibe of loving if you were tall too like it's giving off power couple vibes - He actually steals your hoodies because they're so soft and smell like your perfume - He loves when you rest your head on his shoulder like he actually smiles a kid getting to meet Santa for the first time - Is constantly giving you forehead kisses because he doesn't have to bend down and he loves seeing your eyes light up like a Christmas tree when he does

Jack Doohan

- first off there's not enough Jake Doohan love on this platform and I am determined to fix that sweethearts - Okay IDK if it's just my experience, but it's always the skinny, tall white boys getting with these plus size queens and Jack is no exception - I'm not really sure if Jack is a thigh or an ass man more, but I'm totally getting those vibes you know - He already loves surfing and spending anytime in water that he can and now he gets the added bonus of seeing your beautiful figure in his second favorite amount of clothes for you (the first is when you're butt ass naked) - I can't explain it, but I am very much going with the theory that these Australian boys love themselves some tall plus babes (if you're short I'm sure they would like you too baby it's just the vibe I'm getting okay) - He always holds the door for you because he's a gentleman duh, but he also gets to look at that world shattering ass and those beautiful thighs of yours - This man loves you more than a southern granny loves her biscuits and gravy - Jack loves not having to look too far down to see, if he even has to look down at all TBH because let's be real here couples with a height difference especially a big height difference one of the poor love bugs always ends up with back problems - No lie he reminds me of Johnny from Hotel Transylvania like he'll try to be smooth with you, but you keep this man so flustered that sometimes he doesn't know what to do with hisself - Jack 100% loves to snuggle with you on the beach; He's sitting between your legs leaned up against you while you read your book - He loves to take you doggy style (he has Pierre to thank for the idea after that interview) - Always is pulling you into his lap during movies, make-out sessions because he loves having you straddle him

I have no true evidence to back up these theories, but going strictly off of vibes. I am convinced our bros would be down to date some plus size queens, especially some tall ones ;) Please feel free to leave feedback below!

All photos are from Pinterest!

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I will always protect you.

Summary: One promise, and three times Kaz kept it.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, mentions of alcoholism, mention of alcoholic tendencies, underage drinking. Bruises, blood, stabbing, violence. Usual SOC stuff. And a little bit of ooc kaz.

Notes: Their ages go; first, 4 and 5, then, 13 and 14, after that, 15 and 16, and lastly 18 and 19. With Kaz being the oldest of the two. Also, I don’t know how little kids talk, so I tried to express their age more with actions.

THE PROMISE:

Kaz Brekker, a mischievous five-year-old boy with jet-black hair and sharp blue eyes, found himself running through the bustling streets of Lij. He was on his way to buy candy from his favorite stall when, by chance, he collided with a four-year-old girl. She had bright, curious eyes and a mischievous grin of her own.

"Oof! Sorry," Kaz muttered, rubbing his arm where he bumped into Y/N. The girl giggled and brushed herself off. "It's okay. Are you hurt?"

"Nah, I'm tough," Kaz replied, puffing out his chest. "What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N," she replied with a small curtsy. "What's yours?"

"Kaz," he answered, a sly smile forming on his lips. "You wanna come with me? I'm going to buy some candy." Y/N's eyes widened with excitement. "Yes, please! I love candy!"

Hand in hand, they ventured through the vibrant market, their laughter echoing through the air. They marveled at the colorful stalls, the fragrant spices, and the musicians playing lively tunes.

"Look, Y/N, that stall has lollipops!" Kaz pointed, pulling her toward a display of rainbow-colored sweets.

Y/N's eyes sparkled as she picked a blue lolly. "You think we can eat them all?" To the question, Kaz grinned mischievously. "Duh!"

They spent the day running from one stall to another, devouring candy and experiencing the wonders of Lij. They laughed, spun in circles, and created their own little adventures.

As the sun began to set, Kaz and Y/N found themselves sitting on a park bench, exhausted and with a tummy ache but happy.

"Y/N, I think you're my best friend," Kaz said, leaning against her shoulder. Y/N smiled warmly. "And you mine, Kaz. Forever."

After their delightful day in Lij, Kaz and Y/N couldn't bear the thought of being apart. They made a pact to meet at the same spot where they had bumped into each other every single day. And true to their word, they showed up without fail, ready for more adventures.

Their daily escapades were filled with laughter and endless games. They chased each other through the winding streets, played hide-and-seek among the market stalls, and invented new imaginary worlds where they were heroes saving the day.

Sometimes, Kaz would take Y/N to his family's farm on the outskirts of town. With excitement bubbling inside, Y/N met Kaz's older brother, Jordie, who always had a playful smirk on his face. And there was Kaz's father, a strong and kind man who welcomed Y/N with open arms.

Together, the duo explored the vast fields, chasing butterflies, and picking wildflowers. Kaz and Y/N would compete to see who could climb the tallest tree, giggling with delight at their friendly rivalry. They would visit the animals, feeding the chickens and petting the gentle horses.

As time passed, their bond grew stronger, and their adventures became even more extraordinary. They braved make-believe battles against fearsome dragons, crafted secret hideouts with blankets and pillows, and dreamed of grand expeditions to faraway lands.

One sunny afternoon, as Kaz and Y/N sat on their favorite park bench with nothing better to do, Kaz turned to her with a curious expression. "Y/N, can I come to your house today? I want to see where you live."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before shaking her head gently. "I'm sorry, Kaz. Maybe another time."

Kaz furrowed his brow, not entirely understanding why Y/N didn't want him to visit her home. "Awe, but why not?"

Y/N glanced down, her voice softening. "It's just- my da... he can be a little mean sometimes."

Kaz tilted his head, still not comprehending the depth of the situation. "What do you mean, mean? Like he doesn't let you have candy?"

Y/N's eyes filled with a mix of sadness and fear. "Sort of, yeah- it's hard to explain."

Kaz could sense Y/N's discomfort, and he didn't want to press her further if it made her uneasy. He reached out and squeezed her hand gently. "It's okay, maybe some other day?"

Y/N's expression softened, grateful for Kaz's understanding. She gave him a small smile and leaned against his shoulder. "Maybe."

Kaz smiled back, reassuring her with his presence. He knew that sometimes people had difficulties, and what mattered most was supporting each other through it all, even if Y/N's home remained a mystery to Kaz for the time being.

After a while of some more talking, y/n glanced at her old pocket watch, eye’s widening when she saw the time. “Uh oh. I need to go Kaz.” hurriedly, she stood up from her previous spot, putting her watch back in its place. While she ran as fast as her little legs could, she heard her name being called by Kaz “See you tomorrow?” Without stopping or looking back she yelled “Duh!” and just like that, she was out of Kaz’s sight.

The following day, Kaz waited in their usual meeting spot for hours, but Y/N never showed up. Feeling a mix of disappointment, he eventually headed home to find his older brother Jordie.

“Jordie, something’s wrong,” Kaz exclaimed as he entered the house. “Y/N didn’t come today. I think she doesn’t want to be friends anymore.”

Jordie chuckled softly, trying to ease Kaz’s concerns. “Come on, Kaz. Y/N wouldn’t just ditch you like that. Maybe she had something important to do.”

Kaz sighed, still uncertain. “But she always keeps her promises. I think it’s because I asked to go to her house. Maybe I pushed too much.”

Jordie’s expression shifted, a hint of unease crossing his face. “What did she say, Kaz? Why couldn’t you go to her house?”

Kaz shrugged, oblivious to Jordie’s uneasiness. “Y/N just said her da is not very nice sometimes.” Jordie’s eyes narrowed slightly, concern deepening. “She even mentioned he doesn’t let her have candy! Can you believe that?” Jordie listened attentively to Kaz’s concerns, his worry growing with each word. He understood the weight of Kaz’s words about Y/N’s father but decided not to mention it directly to Kaz, wanting to shield him from unnecessary distress.

“Kaz, I understand that you’re worried,” Jordie said with a reassuring smile. “But trust me, Y/N is still your best friend. Sometimes things come up, and she might have had something important to take care of. Don’t jump to conclusions just yet.”

Kaz nodded, albeit still a bit unconvinced. “I guess you’re right, Jordie. I just miss her, that’s all.” Jordie gave Kaz a kind smile and patted his back lovingly “Also, you’re not supposed to be eating candy either, mister.”

One day turned into three, and although Jordie kept his worries about Y/N’s situation to himself, he couldn’t shake off the unease. He watched Kaz’s hopeful eyes and felt a sense of responsibility to protect his little brother’s innocence.

Days after, as Kaz sat at their usual meeting spot, the weight of worry had settled upon him. But this time, his anticipation shifted into sheer surprise as Y/N appeared, offering an apologetic smile.

Kaz’s eyes widened as he saw Y/N approaching, and he jumped up with excitement. “Y/N! You’re here! I missed you so much! Where have you been?”

Y/N’s smile flickered, and she looked down sheepishly. “Sorry, Kaz. I had important stuff to do. But I’m done now and I brought you a lolly!”

Kaz’s joy quickly turned to concern as he noticed the bruises on Y/N’s face and body. He furrowed his brow and asked, “What happened? You fall down?”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head. “I’m not really allowed to talk about it.”

Kaz’s protective instincts kicked in, and he thought for a moment. “Well, my da is really good at fixing things. Maybe he can help you. Would you like that?” Y/N hesitated but nodded.

Hand in hand, Kaz and Y/N made their way to Kaz’s farm, a sense of determination guiding Kaz’s steps. They arrived at the farm, and Kaz’s father greeted them warmly.

“Da, Y/N has some little cuts and bruises,” Kaz explained, concern evident in his voice. “Can you help?”

Kaz’s father knelt down, examining Y/N’s injuries with a gentle touch. “What happened?” he questioned hoping for an answer, sadly, he got the same response as Kaz. “I’m not allowed to talk about it.”

Once Kaz’s father finished cleaning up Y/N’s wounds, he sat down with a concerned expression on his face. “Honey, I understand that you can’t talk about it, but I want you to know that you’re safe here. No one will find out, and Kaz and I will keep this as our secret. Won’t we, Kaz?” The boy eagerly nodded.

Y/N hesitated, looking at Kaz’s dad with a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability. Slowly, she mustered the courage to speak. “My ma and da are both sick.”

Kaz’s dad nodded, encouraging her to continue. “Can you tell me more about it, Y/N?”

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice trembling. “Sometimes… sometimes they talk really weird, and they walk funny.” She paused for a second to look at Kaz’s confused face. “They sleep a lot too.”

Kaz’s dad’s face softened with understanding. “They’re alcoholics?”

Y/N looked puzzled, not fully comprehending the question being made. Kaz’s dad continued, trying his best to explain in a way that a young child could understand. “Sometimes, some people enjoy something that’s not good for them, like drinking too much alcohol. It can make them act differently and cause them to hurt themselves and others.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, realizing that Kaz’s dad understood the situation better than she expected. Encouraged by his empathy, she opened up a little more. “My da is really mean to me sometimes.”

Kaz’s dad’s expression turned solemn, and he pulled Y/N into a comforting hug. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Y/N. No one should ever be mean to you. You’re a kind and wonderful girl.”

Y/N fought back tears, feeling the warmth of Kaz’s dad’s embrace and the reassurance in his words. As he wiped away her tears, he gently asked, “Would you like to have a sleepover here tonight?”

At first, Y/N hesitated, worried about the potential consequences. “I should be on my way home before my dad gets angry at me.” she whispered.

Kaz’s dad gently took her hand and looked into her eyes with kindness. “You don’t have to worry about that here. I’ll talk to him, how’s that sound?”

Slowly, she nodded, finally letting herself accept the care and compassion offered to her. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

Kaz was thrilled to have Y/N stay for a sleepover, knowing they would get to spend more time together than ever before. He took her hand and led her up to his room, eager to show her all his new toys.

Hours passed as they laughed, played, and let their imaginations run wild. Kaz's room became a world of adventure, filled with shared stories and cherished moments.

But as the evening grew late, Kaz remembered he needed to say goodnight to his dad and Jordie. He quietly made his way downstairs, hoping to bid them farewell before returning to his room with Y/N. Just as he was about to reach the main living area, he overheard his father and Jordie having a conversation in hushed tones.

Curiosity got the better of him, and Kaz leaned closer, eavesdropping on their words. His heart sinking as he heard his da say, "Her father hits her."

Shock and anger coursed through Kaz's young veins. He couldn't fathom why someone would hurt Y/N, his dear friend. Without hesitation, he quickly said goodnight to his father and Jordie, a mix of determination and concern etched on his face.

Hurrying back to his room, he found Y/N, already lying down in her makeshift bed, waiting for him. He approached her gently, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. “I will always protect you, Y/n.”

FIRST TIME:

Recently, Kaz had suffered a broken leg, rendering him immobile and dependent on Y/N’s support. Determined to alleviate their hunger, Y/N made a solemn promise. “Don’t worry, Kaz. I’ll find us food. Your job is to rest and heal.”

With a sense of purpose, Y/N embarked on a risky endeavor to steal from those they deemed as “rich assholes.” It was a desperate act born out of necessity, driven by the dire circumstances they found themselves in. Little did Y/N know that Kaz, the restless boy he always was, had decided to secretly follow her.

Kaz hobbled along with a mixture of determination and worry. He understood the risks involved, but his loyalty and protective nature urged him to be by Y/N’s side. He remained hidden, his eyes fixed on his friend’s movements, marveling at her agility and resourcefulness.

Y/N, driven by desperation, resorted to pickpocketing in an attempt to secure food for both her and Kaz. If she was lucky, she could get more money than she would by working for the dregs for a week. She managed to successfully lift money from three unsuspecting individuals, but on her fourth attempt, her lack of experience betrayed her. The merchant she targeted noticed her actions and seized her wrist forcefully, yanking her forward while unleashing a torrent of anger.

“You little thief! Trying to steal from me, huh?” Y/N struggled to break free, her heart pounding in her chest. However, the merchant’s grip only tightened, preventing her escape. “I won’t let you get away with it!” Fear gripped her, and tears welled up in her eyes as she braced herself for the consequences of her actions.

Just as the merchant leaned in, ready to strike, Kaz, fueled by a surge of protective instinct, launched himself at the man, tackling him to the ground even though the pain in his leg was killing him.

“Leave her alone! Don’t you dare touch her!” The sudden attack caught the merchant off guard, giving Y/N a precious moment to pull away from his grasp. She stumbled backward, tears streaming down her face, but relief washed over her as Kaz shielded her from harm.

Kaz stood defiantly, his eyes blazing with determination. He wouldn’t allow anyone to harm Y/N, not while he was there to protect her. “You better stay away from us, or else you’ll regret it!” With that warning, Kaz extended a hand to Y/N, offering her support. She grasped his hand, her fingers trembling, and together they quickly retreated from the scene, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and relief.

With their stomachs growling, Kaz and Y/N made their way to the bakery. Y/N’s heart raced, but luck was on their side for what seemed to be the first time in a long while. The stolen money she had managed to gather before getting caught was just enough to buy a loaf of bread, some meat, and cheese for Kaz.

As they walked back to their dilapidated “home,” a sense of relief washed over them. Amidst the worn-down buildings and bustling streets, Y/N’s eyes caught sight of a discarded cane. Acting swiftly, she snatched it, ensuring no one would notice its absence.

As Y/N handed the cane to Kaz, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. Kaz accepted it with gratitude, but when he instinctively positioned it on the wrong side, Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“No, silly,” Y/N chuckled, gently correcting him. “The cane goes on the hand opposite the side that needs support.”

Kaz’s brows furrowed, momentarily perplexed, but he quickly adjusted the cane to the correct side, a sheepish smile forming on his face. “Oh yeah, that’s way better.”

“Thanks for saving my ass back there, Kaz” Struggling to match his steps with the cane, Kaz looked at her, “I will always protect you, Y/N,” he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

SECOND TIME:

As Y/N turned 15 and Kaz reached 16, their lives continued to be a challenging dance with fate. However, a troubling change began to surface in Y/N’s behavior. Kaz noticed that she was increasingly reliant on alcohol, far beyond their occasional shared glass after a long day at Fifth Harbor.

It became apparent to Kaz that he rarely saw Y/N completely sober. Though she fluctuated between tipsy and heavily intoxicated, the presence of sobriety seemed to elude her. Concern etched across Kaz’s face as he observed the toll alcohol was taking on his dear friend.

He approached her room, where y/n was nursing a drink, and gently voiced his concerns. “You’ve been drinking a lot lately.” Y/n, defensive and caught off guard, shrugged it off with a dismissive tone. “Pff, come on, Kaz, ‘m just having fun. What’s the big deal?”

Kaz’s expression grew serious as he responded, “It’s not just about having fun anymore, y/n. It’s becoming a problem. Both your parents were alcoholics, and that makes it more likely for you to become one too.” He didn’t intend to bring back ugly memories, he just wanted Y/n back. His Y/n.

“Oh, so now you think ‘m like the asshole of a father I had? ‘s that what you’re saying?” But alas, luck was never really on his side, was it? Kaz hurried to explain, “No, y/n, that’s not what I meant. I’m just worried-“ But y/n was too defensive to listen. Her voice rose, and she interrupted him, “Just leave me alone, Kaz!”

Frustration built up within Kaz as he struggled to make his point. “I’m trying to help you, y/n! Can’t you see that?“

“I don’t need your help!

Their voices grew louder as the argument intensified. Hurtful words were exchanged, both knowing deep down that they didn’t mean them. In the heat of the moment, y/n’s drunken state led to a physical outburst - a push against Kaz. Stunned by the shove, Kaz felt a mix of anger and disappointment. He looked y/n in the eyes, his voice laced with bitterness. “Maybe you’re more like your father than you think.”

With those words hanging in the air, Kaz turned and walked out of y/n’s room, slamming the door behind him. The silence that followed was heavy with regret and realization.

Y/n, now alone, gradually started to comprehend the gravity of her actions. She felt a rush of memories flooding back - memories of her father’s destructive behavior and the pain it caused. The weight of her actions settled in, “Saints!”

Seeking clarity, y/n decided to take a cold shower, hoping it would sober her up both physically and mentally. As the cold water washed away the haze, she reflected on the hurtful things she had said and done. A couple of hours later, feeling completely sober, y/n mustered the courage to approach Kaz’s door.

Kaz opened the door, his face still wearing a frown, unsure of what to expect. Y/n took a deep breath and asked, “Can I come in?”

Hesitant, Kaz nodded and let y/n into his room. The atmosphere was tense, but y/n was determined to make amends. With a shaky voice, she spoke, “I’m completely sober now, Kaz.”

Kaz’s expression softened, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He nodded and replied, “Good.” Feeling the weight of her actions, y/n continued, “I never intended for it to go that far, Kaz” her voice filled with remorse. Kaz sighed and took a seat on his bed, ready to lend a listening ear. He understood that y/n needed to talk, to find a way to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded.

With a deep breath, y/n continued, “I don’t even know when it started or how it got to this point. The need for a drink just became so overwhelming, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself.”

Kaz listened attentively, his eyes fixed on y/n, offering support without judgment. They spent hours talking, unraveling the underlying reasons for y/n’s struggle with alcohol and exploring the pain and insecurities that fueled it.

As y/n poured out her heart, Kaz remained by her side, offering guidance and understanding. He didn’t have all the answers, but he knew the importance of being there for y/n during this difficult time. He could see the genuine remorse and determination in her eyes.

With a sense of gratitude, y/n said, “Thanks for always being there, Kaz.” Kaz’s gaze softened, and he replied sincerely, “I will always protect you, y/n.” He reached a shaky hand out to her, “Even if it is from yourself.”

THIRD TIME:

The crows and their stupid heists. Y/N and Kaz sat together in Kaz's office, surrounded by the other members of the crows. The air was filled with anticipation as they discussed their latest heist to steal a valuable pocket watch, rumored to be worth a fortune in Kruge. The details of how Kaz had stumbled upon this job remained a mystery to the crows, except for Y/N, who knew it came from a whisper Kaz had overheard in the bustling streets of Ketterdam.

The heist was no easy task, but it also didn't compare to the complexity of their other endeavors- like breaking Matthias out of the notorious Ice Court. This realization brought a sense of confidence to the group, as they knew they had faced greater challenges and emerged victorious. As the planning session drew to a close, the crows dispersed, leaving Y/N alone with Kaz.

Y/N took a seat opposite Kaz, her expression filled with concern. Kaz, ever the enigma, raised an eyebrow and prompted her to share what troubled her. With a deep breath, Y/N spoke up, voicing her worry about the people of Ketterdam and their reliability. She confessed her doubts about trusting anyone in this city, especially considering the clandestine nature of the whisper that led them to the heist.

Kaz couldn't help but let out an amused laugh, breaking the tension in the room. He understood Y/N's concerns all too well. After all, his experiences had taught him that trust was a rare and precious commodity in Ketterdam. But he also recognized the inherent irony in the situation—that the whisper, despite its uncertain source, had provided them with a valuable opportunity.

"You're right, Y/N," Kaz replied, a hint of amusement lacing his words. "People in Ketterdam are not worth trusting, or at least not easily. But this whisper most likely came from some drunk idiot who couldn't keep his mouth shut. We'll tread carefully, as always."

Y/N nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. She trusted Kaz. She always has. Knowing that his keen intuition and meticulous planning would guide them through the heist. “Are you sure you are ok with taking the pocket watch with you for a couple days until I figure out what to do with it?” With renewed assurance she nodded and they set their sights on the task at hand.

As the day turned into night, the crows meticulously executed their plan. Each member played their part flawlessly, their individual skills and unique abilities synergizing to overcome the obstacles in their path. Their heist was a masterclass in cunning and precision, culminating in the successful acquisition of the pocket watch. Little did they know, however, that their triumph held a secret yet to be discovered.

Unbeknownst to Kaz and Y/N, the whisper did not come from just any drunk idiot, it came from y/n’s father and the pocket watch they proudly took, concealed a hidden tracker. It had been planted there by Y/N's own father—a revelation that would soon shake their world.

After the celebration ended, Y/N bid her comrades farewell and made her way back to her apartment, yearning for a well-deserved rest. Fatigue hung heavily upon her, demanding solace in the form of warmth and comfort. She set about preparing herself a cup of tea, the steam from the kettle rising lazily in the air. While waiting she decided that she had enough time for a much needed quick shower.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, her father, driven by a sinister agenda, had stealthily infiltrated her sanctuary. Hidden in the shadows, he seized the opportunity presented by the teapot, meticulously applying a deadly poison to the water within. Satisfied with his clandestine act, he retreated to a darkened corner, waiting for his daughter to return.

Blissfully unaware of the peril lurking within her own abode, Y/N continued her routine, seeking solace in the embrace of a soothing shower. The cascading water served as a respite, washing away the weariness of the day. Refreshed and unaware of the impending danger, Y/N emerged from the bathroom and made her way to the small kitchen, intending to savor the warmth of her tea.

With unquestioning trust, Y/N raised the cup to her lips and drained its contents in a single gulp. A moment later, a chilling voice pierced the silence, causing her to startle. "You know, you ruined my life," the intruder uttered, the words dripping with venom. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she realized she was not alone.

Reacting swiftly, a mixture of fear and determination coursed through her veins. She instinctively reached for a kitchen knife, her trembling hand clutching the handle tightly. Slowly and cautiously, she advanced toward the shadowy figure, her senses heightened.

As the figure laughed, the sinister sound echoing in the confined space, they taunted Y/N with words that struck like daggers. "Kill me if you'd like. It won't make a difference, by the end of the night, we both will be dead, dear daughter," they proclaimed, their voice seeping with a sinister resolve.

Y/N's mind raced, grappling with a flood of emotions. Fear mingled with confusion, but beneath it all, a fierce determination flickered. With every step, she steeled herself, ready to confront the threat that now loomed before her. The room became a battlefield, a clash of wills between a daughter seeking to protect herself and the malevolent force that sought to extinguish her existence.

As Y/N launched herself forward, driven by a potent mix of rage and self-preservation, her hand gripped the kitchen knife with a determination that bordered on desperation. With a swift and deliberate motion, she aimed for her father's abdomen, piercing his flesh and eliciting a pained gasp. Yet, even in his moment of agony, he mustered a twisted laugh, taunting her with the knowledge that her own life was destined to be cut short because of him.

The realization of her impending fate weighed heavily upon Y/N as she watched her father's life slip away. With each fading breath, he served as a macabre reminder of the torment he had inflicted upon her. But despite the finality of his demise, Y/N's heart remained heavy, burdened by the understanding that her own days were now numbered.

Her eyes fell upon her father's lifeless form, his body growing cold as the minutes ticked away. In a hurried gesture, Y/N searched his pockets, her hands moving with urgency. Her search led her to an empty glass, bearing the traces of the poison that had claimed so many lives before. She knew its deadly effects all too well, having witnessed its aftermath firsthand. There was no salvation for her now, only a slim chance of surviving until morning.

Driven by a sense of urgency, Y/N hurriedly descended to the dimly lit streets of Ketterdam. Amid the shadows, she spotted Rotty, a trusted member of the crew. With a sense of urgency, she thrust a note into his hands, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and determination as she implored him to deliver it to Kaz.

"Rotty," she called out, her voice laced with urgency. "Take this note. Deliver it to Kaz. Please hurry."

Rotty, recognizing the gravity of the situation, nodded solemnly, his loyalty unwavering. Without wasting another moment, he set off on his assigned task, the note clutched tightly in his grasp. Y/N watched his retreating figure, her heart pounding with anticipation and a glimmer of hope, praying that Kaz would receive her message in time.

In the midst of uncertainty, with the poison coursing through her veins, Y/N was acutely aware that the sands of time were slipping away, but she knew what she needed to do.

Rotty’s hurried footsteps echoed through the halls of Kaz’s office as he approached the door. He knocked, alerting Kaz to his presence, and without waiting for an invitation, he entered, his expression grave. Kaz’s sharp gaze locked onto Rotty, ready to inquire about the urgency that fueled his arrival. However, before a single word could leave Kaz’s lips, Rotty handed him the note and swiftly departed, leaving Kaz alone with the cryptic message.

Kaz’s eyes widened as he unfolded the note, revealing a simple white paper with a solitary lollipop drawn on it. To an outsider, this might have seemed perplexing, but to Kaz Brekker, it held a hidden significance. A sense of urgency surged through him as he recognized the unspoken message encoded within.

Kaz’s heart pounded in his chest as he raced to Y/N’s apartment, his mind racing with a million possibilities. The gravity of the situation only grew stronger with every step he took. When he finally arrived, he wasted no time and barged into the apartment, his senses on high alert.

The sight that greeted him was chilling—a man sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a pool of his own blood. Kaz’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the scene, the implications of what had transpired sinking in. Before he could utter a single word, Y/N emerged from her room, her face pale with a mixture of relief and anguish.

“My father,” Y/N whispered, her voice laced with a complex blend of emotions.

Kaz approached Y/N cautiously, his gaze locked onto her. He could see the fear and exhaustion etched across her features, the toll of the night’s events visible in her eyes. Her face drained of the color it usually had, hands and body slightly trembling. “What happened.”

Kaz listened intently as Y/N recounted the events, her voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and raw emotion. He could sense the weight of her words, the pain that laced every syllable. As she spoke, he noticed the omission—the crucial pieces of information she chose not to share.

“Y/N,” Kaz began gently, his voice laced with concern, “How did he find you.” Y/N hesitated for a moment, she knew. Of course she knew the stupid watch had a tracker, she knew the whisper wasn’t just any drunk asshole, but she couldn’t tell him. “I don’t know Kaz. Maybe I wasn’t careful enough.”

Y/n’s hand extended towards Kaz, holding out the bottle she had found in her father’s jacket. Kaz took the empty bottle from Y/N’s trembling hand, his gloved finger slowly swiping over it. Realization hit him and he knew, he knew he was about to loose his best friend. “I can’t die like this, Kaz. Not because of him.” Kaz’s face pales as he comprehends the gravity of the situation. He knows all too well that this poison means certain death, and he knew what y/n was asking, but the mere thought of being the one to take her life was unbearable.

“I can’t,” Kaz says, his voice filled with desperation. “I can’t do that y/n. Please.” Please. He was begging his brain to think of something else. To find a solution that wouldn’t take her away, not now, not ever.

She understands the pain it causes him, but she needs him, needs his strength and protection more than ever. With a flicker of determination in her eyes, she implores, “Please, Kaz, protect me one last time.”

Her words strike deep into Kaz’s heart, shattering it into pieces. He made a vow years ago to safeguard Y/N, and he never intended to break it, not now, not ever. With a shaky hand, she hands Kaz a dagger, its blade sharp enough to tear through her heart.

Kaz’s mind races, desperately seeking a way to keep her safe, to find an alternative. But the reality of the situation crashes down on him as y/n crumples to her knees, clutching her chest tightly. In that moment, he understands that there are no potions, no saint, no saving her from this fate.

Gently, Kaz sits on the cold floor of the apartment and scoots closer to y/n, carefully cradling her against his chest. He knows she doesn’t want to die at the hands of the man who tormented her for years.

With a heavy heart, he takes the dagger, holding it as delicately as he can, his hands trembling as he positions it on top of her heart. He wishes there was another way, a way to spare her this pain, but in this moment, protecting her means granting her final wish.

“I will always protect you, y/n.” And with a final kiss to her sweaty forehead, the dagger went right through her heart, forever stopping it.

[kenandeliza]

A Marvel Family Fantasy AU

A few days ago, I randomly dreamt of Drawing Billy and Tawny in a fantasy setting.

Billy was this kid wizard and Tawny was his companion (or an animal to ride on like a horse)

Then it got me thinking, maybe in this setting, Mary could be someone of high status in this fantasy setting (since she's in a rich family in the golden age comics)

I'm inclined to think Freddy would be a captain of a ship for irony-sake but I have a feeling pirates and fantasy settings don't match well?

It's just funny for me to think of him with a peg leg xD

After further discussion with @the-brash-spud :

Warning: Too many text :>

These are the ideas we have so far (if there are quotation marks, those ideas belonged to @the-brash-spud ):

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Maybe Billy and Mary were prince and princess separated by birth, (i'm not sure if its a kidnapping or the baby got lost on his own) but the wizard founded billy and trained him.

At the ripe age of (insert young age below a teenager's), The wizard decided to grant him the power of shazam to turn him into the world's mightiest Wizard!

Captain Marvel!

Wizard dies and then Billy and Tawny have adventures together, maybe helping people along the way (maybe somehow found out that Mary is his sister :p idk)

“ I think you could go angst if you made the wizard get brutally hurt in a battle to protect Billy and the rock of eternity so in a last ditch effort he transports the rock to its own pocket of existence and then giving Billy powers of shazam because its as ready as he'll be able to make the kid :) and it's his last effort for Billy to be protected even if he has to do so himself because he has failed :)) made Billy cry as Wizard turns into dust in Billy’s hands :)))”

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Uncle marvel can be a con-man/thief who took pity on Billy or realiz, teaching Billy that the world isn't always honest and he's like, "Billy, don't always give money to the poor on the streets, sometimes they faked their illness to be lazy”

" Billy: "The man in the shadowy corner needs my help."

Uncle: "No, the hell he doesn't!”"

—-

How Billy Met Freddy

Billy probably met Freddy in a bar fight. How did the kid get into a bar?

Billy looked at the man exiting the pub with a bottle.

Billy: Ohh! So this is where you get refreshments here! I wonder If they have enough Milk for Tawny..

Pub sign written NO KIDS ALLOWED!"

*Billy can only read magic scrolls and not regular alphabet*

Cue him meeting Freddy (who's armwrestling with one of the people there)

(Insert Bar fight for some reason because The child decided to drink a white cocktail thinking it was milk and the fact that Billy is a Kid)

“Freddie is definitely that kid having his ass thrown out of the bar/pub/inn”

I'd like to think he and his brother are a team, prolly sailed a ship together.

“Yes, they target slave ships. Unless you wanna go different routes. Then, he is focused on certain nations' flags that have a whole lot of red in them

Also, he goes to the bars just to start bar fights over drunks being mean/nasty to the landlady. The landlady doesn't appreciate it bc now she has a broken table and four broken chairs”

Freddy faces the Captain Nazi equivalent of a pirate [Captain Arian? Like Aryan?] XD, Freddy lost his leg the same way, from his encounter with Captain Arian.

Kit (probably a necromancer or a ghost who's cursed to be bound in the ship Freddy's in, making Freddy more attached to the ship) can still summon crewmembers.

Maybe they both meet mary during the birthday ceremony parade

Maybe Mary snuck off from her family (disguise herself as a regular girl, i know, generic plot) and then meet Billy accidentally

Billy: It's my birthday today!

Mary: What a coincidence! It's mine too!

The-brash-spud: “Billy, in his innocence, thinks ,"There must be something to us sharing birthdays!" While Freddy calls him stupid, Billy tries to get a look at the princes and then cue the lung-fu panda rocket incident, but maybe something else more fitting with Freddy being pulled along”

On an unrelated note, i think Billy knew about Freddy's peg legafter either a pirate slashed it clean and Freddy just used it to bonk his head.

Billy is still screaming from the shock and immediately casted healing spells (i'd like to think everything about billy is lightning based- so yes getting struck by lightning is a healing spell for him :D) Freddy got shocked lmao

And what about boarding Tawny on the ship?

Billy:"Please???"

Freddy: "I'm not letting a tiger into my ship."

Kit who absolutely adores animals: "YES"

Freddy:"NO!”

Kit:" Does he love belly rubs??"

Billy:" yes but you have to ask him politely for his permission-”

Freddy rolled his eyes, realizing he has to clean cat fur everyday off from the furnitures.

___

How did Mary, a royalty tag along with a kid wizard and a pirate?

“Yeah, I guess forced separation would work better. Hell, go with a scenario that will allow them to have Mary with the parents' blessings as long as she's kept safe (she isn't, but that's because she is the danger herself)”

Mary and Billy: "Yay adventure"

Freddy: "Oh great, now I have to take care of two kids and a tiger in my ship!?"

*Freddy looking at Kit and the kids + a tiger playing together, kit seems happy*

Freddy: "...i guess it's alright..”

___

How Freddy and Mary found out about the wizard?

“Hmmmm, maybe Billy takes them to the rock because they were in a pickle, and unforeseen effects happen?

They got surrounded maybe?

Also I can see the aftermath

"You were raised by THE Wizard!? THE Wizard?! A Wizard of legends so often told he is recognisable even if his name was lost?!"

"Oh, his name is Shazam-" *BANG*”

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Hopefully i could draw these AU ideas, I don't plan on making this into a story, i just like the concept that my dream gave my a few days ago and I’m just expanding it. Sorry for too many text xD

I don't mind if you want to add something to this silly lil AU, It's just a fun thing for me to do :p

[creedslove]

Hello baby!

What if our favorite cowboy organizes a date with his sugar, the man literally prepares everything alone or the best he can. He organizes everything in his ranch.

It was the first time he was so excited to receive her, prepared a meal, get ready, once he finally picked her up, he was like:

"Hell, sugar... you look so goddamn precious!"

Whisky being literally being a pleaser to his sugar, he teached her how to ride one of his favourites horses, his home, he doesn't know what else to do for her.

I hope you feel much better! I send you a big hug! ✨

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: hi bestie!!! I love this so so so so much, this is such Agent Whiskey coded because he is a people's pleasure, and above all, he's a sugar pleaser, which means he'll please his sugar until the day he dies

• Whiskey is the king of date: he never lacks ideas, plans or any other thing to take his sugar on a date, he's got a wide range of creativity and money that helps a lot, so it's just a matter of picking up the mood for the day not to overdo himself

• he's definitely the kind of man who would drive you across town just so you can grab that one pie you had when you were PMSing years ago and you never forgot, or he would book you tickets for a weekend getaway if you complain about stress at work and stuff like that

• but even if he's great at pleasing, he's still a romantic at heart, so the best kinds of dates in his opinion, are the ranch dates, because he loves his ranch, it's a huge part of who he is, at his ranch, he's not just the tacky cowboy who talks funny and isn't afraid to pick a fight at places, but instead, he's himself, not Whiskey, just Jack, with his beautiful green fields, his horses, his simple life and his southern manners

• so you can expect a real weekend, because the cowboy isn't just going to invite you for a day, you're going to at least spend the night, have the whole ranch experience, all you gotta do is to say yes to it and he'll make it happen

• and he's a gentleman, let's not forget about that, so even if you insist you can drive to his ranch, chances are you aren't because he'll make sure to pick you up with his Bronco, he just wants you to take on a ride in it because he loves that car, it's pretty, comfortable, it's got status, and he's excited to be seen driving around with you in the passenger seat, just as he's excited to see you wearing your cute sunglasses as your hair flies loose at the window

• that if he doesn't gift you a cowboy hat the minute he picks you up, because yeah, he is gonna buy you a stetson, he just doesn't know when he's gonna give it to you, so why not in the beginning of the adventure, anyway?!

• and let me tell you: that cowboy's ranch is simply gorgeous! He will be so proud and happy to show you around, knowing exactly where to take you and what to do with you there, giving you a tour through the main house that's big and comfortable af obviously and then taking you to the stables so you can see the animals and play with them and all of them

• now, hear me: he loves horses, he's been riding them forever so if you know how to ride them, he will be glad to do so with your company, but if you don't, Jack will be thrilled to teach you from the very beginning, from how to actually get on the horse, to where to hold it and gentle guide it until you are feeling safe

• if the weather is hot enough, you can also expect him to take you swimming out at the lake, because let's face it: do you think Jack Daniels didn't grow up swimming in those waters around the ranch? He knows all the nice and pretty spots to take girls by the way, and you won't be different at all

• in the evening, you can expect him to throw a barbecue or just smoke some meat, but the thing is: it's gonna be outside, it's dark, warm and the lights will be on, making the ranch look so nice, although it's a little bit empty too, but it's a good thing since it's just the two of you spending time together; he'll serve you appetizers, the main dish, and the best liquor Statesman is capable of producing

• and yeah, he will roast marshmallows by the fire and tell you ghost stories about that land as if you two were in a summer camp together, and even if you know there's a big fat chance he's lying, you will still feel slight shivers down your spine and you will cling to him just a little bit tighter once the howling wind blows

• but once you two get back inside, it's sweet sweet love making with a sugar coated cowboy, where you can't have enough of him and he can't get enough of you, loving your body all night long and of course he'll greet you in the morning with breakfast in bed because he's a romantic at heart

• so chances are, you're gonna spend the morning in bed, enjoying the big breakfast and the cowboy's sugar and in the afternoon, he's definitely taking you for a picnic, with everything you're entitled to: a beautiful basket, a nice plaid towel, mini sandwiches and cake, all he wants is to spoil you

• watching the sunset together as you enjoy this romantic time is great, but as soon as the sun sets, he's gonna give you puppy eyes, asking you to stay the night once more, not ready to let you go home just yet 🥺❤️

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[scrollonso]

Ride, Cowboy — Marcmarc

Pecco's bachelor party was in full swing, and the academy boys were set on making it a night to remember. They had chosen a popular country-themed bar for the occasion, its rustic decor and vibrant atmosphere setting the perfect stage for one final evening of freedom. The bar was adorned with wooden tables, vintage signs, and checkered tablecloths. A live band played upbeat country music, their melodies mixing with the hum of conversations and clinking glasses. The centerpiece of the night was the mechanical bull, positioned prominently in the center of the room, promising both challenge and entertainment.

Pecco, dressed in casual attire that subtly hinted at his upcoming marriage, was surrounded by his closest friends — Vale, Marco, Luca, Franky, Cele, and Mig. The guys were in high spirits, their laughter filling the room as they enjoyed shots and swapped stories. Racing was momentarily forgotten as they indulged in playful banter and reminisced about past adventures. Even Pecco, who usually preferred a more low-key presence in such settings, was swept up in the energy of the night.

As they navigated through the crowd, the music shifted to a heavier beat, drawing their attention to the mechanical bull as the lights dimmed. A group of incredibly attractive girls had taken over the area, each one more stunning than the last. They were taking turns on the bull, their laughter and cheers creating an infectious buzz throughout the bar. The guys couldn’t help but watch, half-impressed, half-entertained by the scene.

“Dio mio,” Luca muttered, his eyes widening in admiration. “They’re amazing!”

Vale, ever the responsible older brother, gave Luca a playful slap on the back of the head. “You’re married, Luca! Keep your eyes where they belong.”

Luca quickly apologized, his face reddening as he assured his brother he was just appreciating the spectacle.

Marco, grinning, elbowed Pecco. “You sure you’re ready to settle down? Because it looks like we’ve got some serious competition here.”

Pecco chuckled, shaking his head. “No way, man. Domi’s the only girl for me. But... I can appreciate the view.”

The group erupted in laughter as one of the girls — a tall blonde with a dazzling smile — took her turn on the bull. She managed to stay on longer than anyone else, her skill and confidence drawing cheers from the crowd. The boys exchanged glances, silently daring each other to give it a try.

“Alright, Pecco,” Franky said, nudging him toward the bull. “Last night of freedom — let’s see what you’ve got!”

“Yeah, show us how a pro rider handles a bull,” Cele added with a smirk.

Pecco raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing as he shook his head. “I’m not getting thrown off that thing tonight. But if you guys want to make fools of yourselves, be my guest!”

And then he took the stage.

Stole the show.

And then this absolutely gorgeous man jumped into the ring and easily swung himself up on the bull. Marco couldn’t see a whole lot of details from this far, but what he could see definitely woke the beast in him.

The man was fit, legs deliciously bowed as if he was made to ride a bull or a horse. The man was a cowboy, and Marco's childhood fantasies of the cowboys in old western movies came flooding back.

The man gripped the handle on the bull with his left hand, muscles bulging enough for even Marco to see. He pressed his heels against the sides of the bull, scooting forward in the saddle, and held up his right hand, arm in the shape of an L. He took a deep breath, sagged down in the saddle as he breathed out, and nodded to the person operating the bull for the group.

And rode for an astonishing 12.72 seconds. It had to be a sign.

His movements were completely fluid, he was one with the bull, there was no doubt about it and Marco found himself completely entranced. He couldn’t honestly say that his jaw didn’t drop because he could focus on nothing but this Adonis of a man riding the shit out of that bull, his movements flawless.

Marco had no idea what the group was speaking about anymore, all he knew was he wanted to be that bull. He needed to be that bull. His whole body flushed hot, his dick taking an abnormal amount of interest in the whole thing, and his brain demanding that he march down there and claim the man.

He rode the whole time with a cocky grin on his lips, eyes trained on the back of the bull’s head, and just as the clock signaled twelve seconds, the man changed his body position and tumbled gracefully off the bull in the next moment, seemingly by his own choice, rather than being flung off like all the others had been.

Marco was on his way over to the man before he had even made a conscious decision about it, his scotch abandoned precariously on the table he'd reserved for the party.

He slowed his steps as he was closing in on the crowd around the mechanical bull, pacing himself as if approaching a business proposal. Hell, he didn’t even know if the man was interested in sleeping with men and Marco recognized how it could be a sensitive topic, so he wanted to approach this in a suitable fashion. But on the other hand, he had never been this aroused from just watching someone before. He could only hope it wasn’t noticeable, on his face or otherwise.

The group of people had grown since Marco first started watching them, and even though they all congratulated the man on his excellent time, it was clear that most of them were strangers. There was a small group that seemed to be the man’s friends, though, and Marco came upon them just as the man was walking over, grinning widely.

How unfair, Marco thought, that the man was so stunning and not his.

“That was great, Marc,” a young man with long, brown hair was saying just as Marco walked up to them, clapping the man on his shoulder.

Marc. What an appropriate name, Spanish from the sound of the groups accents. What a good cowboy name.

“Not my best,” the man — Marc — answered in a tone that suggested he was trying to be modest. “But definitely best so far tonight.”

So he was competitive, this Marc. Marco liked that in a man. Liked it even more when competitive men bent over for him, not because they thought they had to but because they desperately wanted to. Oh, just the thought of having Marc turn into putty in Marco's hands made him hot all over again.

Also, competitiveness was one of the most easily manipulated personality traits, in Marco's experience.

“So good,” he said in a strong, dominant voice, “that you won’t be able to repeat it.”

Marc's whole entourage turned to Marco, collectively giving him a once over, and he straightened, not the least frightened. Just to be certain Marc would rise to the bait, Marco lifted his chin high, looking down his nose at Marc and, as predicted, that made Marc's hackles rise.

“Excuse me?”

Marc had a very pleasant voice. A low, threatening baritone that made Marco vibrate much more pleasantly than that godforsaken bass.

Marco shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m just saying, if you’re as good as you seem to think, you should be able to repeat your performance.”

Marc snorted, turning fully to Marco, without a doubt the head of his group, shoulders squared and cocky grin back.

“Twelve seconds is nothing, man. That was just warm-up.”

By the look the older man with the wavy hair threw Marc, Marco suspected that twelve seconds was actually a rather good time and one that might be hard for Marc to beat. And Marco wanted Marc to win. Wanted him cocky and sure of himself as he submitted to Marco's touches.

“It was pure luck,” he challenged in a haughty tone, enjoying the twinkle in Marc's eyes.

“And who are you to say that?” a bigger man behind Marc asked in a gruff voice, the same man that congratulated him earlier. “Some kind of expert, are you?”

Marco spared the man a glance. Twinky, but a decent face. Marc sure knew how to pick handsome friends Marco would give him that. But they all paled in the face of Marc's appearance.

“Oh, I’m certain I would fall on my face if I ever tried,” Marco answered in a calm voice, smiling to himself when him admitting that made the man’s face fall. Marc, however, looked at Marco with sudden interest. “I was merely proposing a bet, since you impressed me and seem so sure of your own abilities,” he directed the last words to Marc, who drew himself up.

“Bull riding isn’t a joke.”

“So, you’re afraid?” Marco enjoyed seeing Marc flounder. “Well maybe it’s for the best. You must be tired; I doubt you would even last five seconds now.”

“Five seconds?” Marc spluttered, some of his group laughing, though it was unsure whether they were amused by the situation or Marc's suddenly squeaky voice. Marc walked into Marco's personal space and puffed out his chest. He smelled incredible. “I’ll last much more than that on any day.”

His low growl made Marco's whole body tingle. “Is that so?” he murmured, letting his eyes roam Marc's face and body. Marc definitely noticed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Marc grunted and Marco's eyes snapped up to Marc's, captivated by their beauty for a moment.

“I would, actually,” he easily admitted, voice low and inviting. “I would like to know that very much.”

Time seemed to stall for a moment, each caught in the other’s gaze, and Marco felt a thrill go through him. This was interesting, this was worth his time. Much more so than snorting tequila and salt from a random woman’s slick body or dancing poorly on rickety tables. Marco felt more alive in this moment than he had in years.

“Five seconds isn’t even a challenge,” the larger man said, interrupting them.

Marc seemed to shake himself.

“Eight, then,” Marco said with a confident smirk. “I bet you fifty euro you won’t last another eight seconds.”

“Fifty euro,” Marc muttered, eyeing Marco's clothes for the first time and seemingly only now realizing it wasn’t a cheap knock-off. “You better be able to fork that up, mate.”

“Don’t you worry about that, cowboy,” Marco winked and watched with satisfaction how Marc's pupils dilated slightly.

He muttered something that sounded like “whatever” and turned to go back to the bull. It had been busy in the background, flinging people off it left and right, and the crowd around it had grown even more but Marco easily found an empty seat where he could comfortably watch from afar.

Marc was talking to his friends, some of them throwing Marco looks, but Marc seemed determined to do this. Marco hoped they weren’t trying to talk him out of it because they thought he would hurt himself, Marco would be devastated if he inadvertently caused Marc harm. Most likely they were talking about the money, though, on the off-chance that Marc lost the bet. Marco really hoped that wouldn’t happen. No this was a battle he was willing to lose, to win the war, so to speak.

When it was finally Marc's turn to mount the bull again Marco was buzzing with anticipation, although he concealed it well enough. He saw Marc's friends tossing him glances from where they were standing, up by the ring, but he paid them no heed. He was perfectly comfortable back here, where he could pull one leg up and rest the ankle against his other knee, to hide inappropriate body reactions.

Because Marc was of course just as splendid the other time around. Time seemed to flow in slow-motion as Marc expertly rode the bull. He was either a natural or he had done this a lot, Marco easily concluded. Maybe he had even ridden real bulls? Now there was a thought.

A thick, muscular, frothing animal bucking as Marc worked every muscle in his glorious body just to stay on.

Marco grabbed his ankle and pulled on his leg a little, his dick swelling to ridiculous proportions just imagining Marc working the animal. Marc's face and body told of experience and Marco watched with hooded eyes as Marc frowned down at the fake bull, concentration wearing on his handsome face.

Would he look as concentrated when he rode Marco? Most likely not, not if Marco had any say in what went on. No, if he — when he was in charge, Marc would be completely relaxed, face slack as pleasure crested inside him.

Marco let out a shaky breath. He needed to calm down or Marc would be more disgusted than intrigued and Marco didn’t want that at all. Suddenly he felt as if he would suffocate if Marc looked at him with hatred and he was momentarily stunned by his own feelings. What did he care, really, what Marc thought of him? Marc was essentially a nobody, a stranger whose station was so below Marco it wasn’t even funny.

Except, when he watched Marc ride that bull, all of that seemed inconsequential. They were just two men in that moment, and Marco desired to stay like that almost as much as he desired Marc, as much as he coveted the man’s pleasure.

The ride ended somewhat more abruptly this time, compared to when last Marc rode. It still looked as if Marc had been in control of when to end it but as if he had been a bit more tired this time around and his tumble off the bull was less graceful and it took him a moment longer to get up off the padded area around the bull.

The long-haired man helped Marc off the stage and Marco stood up just as Marc walked over to him on adorably wobbly legs. A quick glance to the digital clock revealed an astounding 9.57 and Marco made sure to show appropriate surprise and awe, instead of the actual relief and arousal he actually felt.

“There,” Marc said, hands on his hips and voice delectably breathless. “Piece of cake.”

“So I see,” Marco said smugly and walked over to Marc, much too close even for acquaintances. “I’m man enough to own up to my loss,” he said with a smile and pulled out his wallet to fish out a fifty, one among many, though he didn’t show Marc that, not interested in catching the man that way.

“I hope there’s no hard feelings?” Marc said as he accepted the bill, their fingers brushing.

Marc's hand was shaking slightly, no doubt from exertion, and Marco was happy he had lowered the time for the bet so as not to force Marc to match his old time.

“None at all,” Marco said with an intimate smile, leaning in and speaking in a lower tone. “You should know, I’m also man enough to admit that I only wanted to see you ride that bull again.”

That made Marc's eyes flick down to Marco's mouth and up again. Marco enjoyed the fact that Marc actually was a bit shorter than him, if only an inch, and definitely smaller.

There was a beat of silence and then, “Are you sure you’re only interested in seeing me ride bulls?”

A pleasurable wave so forceful it almost choked him washed over Marco and he swallowed once to be sure his voice was under control.

“I can imagine you’re apt at riding all sorts of things.”

Marc shifted from foot to foot. Marco's blood rushed in his ears, drowning out every sound except Marc's.

“You content with imagining it or do you want a demonstration?”

Marco arched an eyebrow, enjoying Marc's challenging tone and squared jaw, but not as much as Marc's reaction to the look Marco gave him. There was clear arousal in Marc's eyes now and Marco reveled in it.

“I have a car outside and an apartment not far from here.”

Marc flashed him that wonderfully cocky grin of his. “Deal.”

Marco took a moment to check his phone when Marc turned to talk to his friends. A quick message ensured that his friends knew he was leaving and not to wait up. Marco smiled to himself as he heard Marc explain that he would “take a hike”.

“Marc, are you sure that’s—”

“Gotta live a little, Alex,” Marc said happily and slapped the man on his back before walking over to Marco. “Good to go?”

“If you are?” Marco said but started walking through the crowd around them without waiting for a reply. Marc easily kept up with his pace, as Marco had suspected he would.

“Don’t mind Alex, he’s just being an overprotective little brother.”

Marco nodded, not having much experience with that but understanding it anyway. “Maybe he’s right to worry a little, considering the things I have in mind for you.”

“Oh yeah?” Marc smirked just as they exited the club, the fresh summer air a blessing compared to the scorching heat of the club. Marco breathed a deep sigh of relief. “What are you planning anyway? You seem pretty vanilla to me.”

Marco smiled at the playful insult. “And yet you came with me.”

“Hey,” Marc said, voice suddenly low and seductive. “You’re like the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, I don’t care what you wanna do, I’m in.”

Not that Marco was really planning anything more outrageous than rimming Marc until the man cried from the need to have Marco's hard dick inside him, but it was good to know Marc felt inclined to trust him.

“You know my name, but I don’t even know yours,” Marc murmured as they settled into the Italians car, eyes on his lips. “I’m kinda stupid for even getting in this thing with you, huh?”

“My name is Marco Bezzecchi,” Marco said, other hand brushing down Marc's front, catching on the edge of the man’s jeans. “And please don’t call yourself stupid.”

Marc shifted so that they were sitting almost facing each other, Marc's hands working on opening Marco's jacket as he drove.

“That's too long for me to scream when I come,” he said, voice making Marco's body vibrate with desire. “I’m gonna call you Bez.”

“Please do,” Marco answered, voice equally hushed, and nosed closer so that Marc turned his head just as their hands found each other’s hard-ons. “My friends do.”

Marc moaned into their first kiss, low and sweet and all for Marco as the car parked. He swallowed it greedily, pressing closer as Marc pressed the heel of his hand against Marco's dick. Their lips slid together, noses bumping, but Marco was too wound up to keep to sweet kisses for long. Marc seemed just as eager in the way he opened up when Marco licked his lips and Marco pushed in deep, owned Marc in that one gesture and felt a chilled heat pool in his groin.

Marc, for all his physical strength, sagged against Marco, moaning into the kisses and pawing at Marco's dick. Marco's plan was simple in this moment: get Marc hot and bothered so that he would be pliant and willing by the time they got inside.

Too bad his own pleasure was spiking almost dangerously already.

“Fuck you’re good at kissing,” Marc groaned when they pulled apart. “I’m so hard already, god damn.”

“I got hard from watching you ride the bull,” Marco was surprised by his own sincerity but Marc seemed only pleased.

“I could feel your eyes on me the second time,” he murmured. “I liked it.”

Fuck it, Marco would just have to come up with a way for them to get hot and hard again when they arrived. He needed Marc too much right in this moment to show any kind of restraint.

With one tug and a push, he had flipped them so that they were in the back with Marc on his back, Marco comfortable between the man’s strong legs. Legs that had hugged that bull like they wanted to crush it were now around him. Marco's dick jumped in his dress pants and Marc no doubt noticed.

“You like me watching you?” he asked, voice a low rumble and Marc parted his lips, nodding and looking up at Marco with big eyes. “Do you want me to see you in your pleasure, Marc?”

“Fuck,” Marc pressed out, one hand grabbing Marco's arm and the other digging between them to start opening his jeans. “I can’t wait, Bez.”

“You don’t think you’ll make it, is that it?” he asked, rising to help Marc get their dicks out. “Do you want to let some out now?”

“I’m riding you tonight,” Marc shot back, eyes glinting and Marco shuddered with pleasure.

“I’ll remember that, little cowboy.”

Marc opened his mouth to no doubt banter back but instead a deep groan forced itself out when Marco pressed their hard dicks together for the first time. Marco's whole body sagged with pleasure and he pressed his knees harder against the seat, sitting up a little and putting one hand on the back of the seat for support as he took their dicks in his other hand, squeezing them.

Marc arched his back, gasping and grabbing the seat under him as his body shuddered. His dick jumped in Marco's grip, pressing against Marco's and there was really no stopping him now. Yes, he wanted to wait, and no, they didn’t even have lube, but the desire was choking him, and Marc was making all the right sounds as Marco started jacking them. Marc was apparently one of those guys who had a lot of precome because Marco's hand got sticky fast enough to replace the need for lube.

“I’ll take such good care of you,” Marco huffed out, breathless now as the pleasure burned white-hot inside him. “Rim you, prep you, fuck you.”

Marc moaned, legs flexing around Marco. “I’m gonna ride you until you cry,” he pressed out through gritted teeth and Marco felt an unexpected surge of arousal at the challenge. “Gonna ruin you for all other asses.”

Oh sweet Lord, Marco was going to come soon. He had never been this attracted to someone, the way Marc challenged him even while submitting was blowing Marco's mind.

“You’ll never want another dick,” he managed to quip, words clipped, and sped up his hand.

They rocked together in the dim light of the car, the world outside forgotten as they came together, hands grabbing each other and dicks aching, yearning to release. Marco's balls had pulled up, so prepared to shoot all over Marc, and Marc's dick was leaking a continuous stream of precome that Marco craved to taste.

His spine burned with his arousal and he panted hotly, leaning down over Marc again, one hand on the seat beside Marc's head as Marc grabbed his body to pull him even closer.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” Marc grunted, pushing away Marco's hand and wrapping his legs around Marco's hips, bucking up. “Kiss me.”

Marco readily indulged Marc, hips working to grind their hard dicks together and though it was rough with their clothes and zippers in the way, it was the most glorious Marco had ever felt. Marc kissed him as if he were a man parched and Marco cradled Marc's head, one hand on Marc's hip, encouraging his movements.

True to his word, Marc came only moments later, body locking up and a shaky moan escaping his parted lips. Wetness spread between them but far from being tacky, it only spurred Marco on and he came too, a handful of thrusts later.

“Well, that was something,” Marc panted after a moment.

Marco blinked and did his best to pull back but his head was swimming a bit. “It wasn’t what I had planned,” he admitted and couldn’t help but grin down at the mess they had made. It was all over their clothes. Marc of course looked ravishing covered in Marco's come. “But then, the night is young.”

“Definitely,” Marc grinned up at him, cocky as ever. “You aren't getting out of that ride.”

Marco felt a renewed wave of arousal just as the overhead light flashed around them. “Oh, I’m counting on it,” he smirked, thinking that for all its faults, the night couldn’t have turned out better in the end.

Marco walked them up to an apartment and then knocked on the door, he turned to Marc and smiled.

“Do you live with someone?” Marc asked, suddenly feeling like maybe this wasn’t the ideal plan.

Marco snickered, taking out a large ring of keys and trinkets from his jacket. He put the key in the lock and then turned to Marc before turning the key.

“No, I’m just scared of walking in on someone robbing my apartment so I knock to make sure they’re gone by the time I go in.”

Marc took a step back, “Are you serious?”

“Nope,” Marco said, opening the door and gesturing for Marc to enter. “It’s just a habit.”

The corners of Marc’s mouth turned up a little, amused, he poked Marco in the ribs as he walked past to show his mild annoyance with the bad joke. Marc chuckled, and then walked past Marco, letting the door stay wide open for some reason.

Marc's first impression of Marco's apartment was that it was well lived in, a loved space. Wherever he looked, there were pieces of personality shining through. It felt memorable, interesting. Full of care.

Marco stood still by the door, closing it behind himself. He took in the warm colors and the decorative knick-knacks that he could see all over. Potted plants kept high and low, posters and art in many styles and varying ages.

"Nice place. Have you lived there long?" Marc asked, pushing his hands down in his pockets just to have something to do with them. The space felt perfect, and Marco felt more perfect each second he spent with him.

"A few years," Marco turned to Marc, scratching his neck, and looked over this own space like he hadn't done that in a while. "It's too much, I know, but-"

"No, no. It's perfect." Marc felt the blush come alive again. "I like it."

Marco looked at him with some sort of surprise, nodding. He looked around again and then back at Marc. The looks changed almost immediately. 

He moved closer, a few steps to his side as he placed his hand on Marc's side. His fingers kneading down into the muscle there. Marco cornered him, making him back up until he was pinned to the wall. The pressure made Marc's breath catch in his throat. Marco's grip was light, fingers pressed down. And that was all that was holding him in place. 

"Hey," Marco said. He looked good like this, Marc thought. Standing over Marc. The light fixture above them made it look like Marco was wearing a halo.

"Hi," Marc answered, breathy and low. He had to lean his head back to the wall to get a good look at Marco when they stood this close. The closeness also made him in perfect view of the movement of the muscles in Marco's neck and jaw. Constantly moving, like Marco had tension built up that just couldn't escape. 

Marco moved his hands, placing them at the back of Marc's head. The moment felt like it could last forever. 

He pulled Marco's head down toward himself. Their noses touched for a second before their lips finally made contact. 

Marc sighed into it. The softness in which Marc stilled at that let Marco take the lead even further. Marco tasted sour, Marc needed more. The sensation of moving muscles under his hand and a grin against his lips filled Marco's mind with sparks. He quickly wanted more of all of it. 

With a light bite, he asked Marc for more. The question was answered by Marc opening his mouth and meeting him halfway, tongues brushing carefully together as Marco pulled Marc even closer, pushing both arms over Marc's shoulders to minimize the room between them. 

Marco had gone home with people before. The men had all just been distractions. Something to pass the time and release the stress of his day-to-day life. 

Kissing Marc, touching him, felt like something was coming into shape. Like the mass under his hands was clay ready to be molded into something. It felt different, and it made him feel desperate. 

"Bedroom?" Marc asked, 

"Yeah…" 

"No, where is your bedroom?"

"Oh, it's right there-"

Marc took Marco by then hand and pulled Marco after himself, turning when he got close to the door and pulling Marc close for another kiss as he fell with his back against the closed door. Marc met the kiss openmouthed and wanting, his hand going to the doorknob to open the door. He held Marco up with a hand on Marco's lower back, keeping his from falling backward as the door flew open and Marc lead him into the room.

Marc was stronger than Marco had anticipated, which gave him many ideas that he needed to explore.

Marco continued to move backward, Marc guiding him. When the back of his knees his something soft, he allowed himself to fall backward and Marc helped him lay down softly.

He pulled at Marc's shirt hem, annoyed by the extra layers. "Take this off," he said, mumbling his words and lazily flicking the fabric between his fingers.

Marc did as he was told, and the clothing was quickly discarded. Marco did the same, unbuttoning his dress shirt and throwing it in the same direction as Marc had started throwing his clothes. He started to unzip his pants, stopping only to motion for Marc to do the same. 

Marc was quick here too, the jeans falling down to the floor and then a fast two-step out of them. Toes catching the fabric and kicking the jeans to the side.

Marco snorted, pulling his pants down and off, letting them fall to the floor. He motioned for Marc to come closer, a beckoning finger asking him to come here. And once again, Marc did precisely what he was told, in record time. 

He crowded Marco, chests pressed against each other as Marc took hold just under the curve of Marco's ass and hoisted him more onto the bed. Then placing himself on top of Marco. 

"All good?"

"I'm great," Marco said, feeling his stomach flip as his mind replayed the light manhandling of the movement. So many possibilities, the opportunities were stacking up in neat little piles in his brain. 

"Good," Marc said, followed by a kiss. A quick peck, something to sign the deal. 

Marco could feel something in his lower belly start to form too early. He bit down, swallowed it, and placed his hands on Marc's shoulders as he hovered over him. He pushed Marc to his side, turning his own body so they were facing each other again. Legs still slightly tangled, feeling each other. The lack of pressure from another body helped, and Marco went in for another kiss.

The kissing got deeper, more rushed. Mouths open, small bursts of breathing against each other's lips to catch their breaths. Marc's hand graced Marco's cheek, moving along the jaw and then down over the side of his neck. Moving from the side and back to his nape, then back to the side in a slow movement.

Marc pulled away, already sounding out of breath. "Hey, so... What do you want?" he asked, his hand still moving over Marco's neck and into his hair. "Tell me what you like."

The touch felt deliberate to the point of almost being too much, too deep of a connection. Marco still leaned into it, acting like he'd been touch starved, and he was ready for a feast. 

"Well, you're the bull rider-"

"You want me to ride you?" Marc asked, raising his brow and trying to hide his grin. Marco was still touching him, looking at him like they'd known each other for all their lives, and not like this was something new, not some one-time thing. 

"I wouldn't mind that," Marc said, his eyes falling closed for a second as he composed himself. "But after seeing you in the car, I think you'd kill me — that… everything you did was… I don't think I can handle that happening again."

"Want to make another bet?" Marco asked, moving in close.

"Honestly, I'm starting to think that you always cheat when making bets."

"Is that a no?" Marco smirked. "I can show you a good time, I promise." 

"Jesus christ, are you always like this?"

"No, you're special," Marco said, smiling. He knew his words sounded insincere, but there was a knot in Marc's throat that scared him. Not of what he said but what he wanted it to mean. 

Marc leaned in, closing the short distance between them with another kiss. He positioned his body more on top of Marco, pressing him down into the mattress by his shoulders as he slowly made his way to fully straddling Marco. He could feel Marco half hard against his ass.

He pulled away from Marco's lips, his mouth gracing over Marco's chin and down his neck — making small stops to peck more kisses as he went. He found pleasure in this, feeling Marco's breath catch under him, the heat and taste of Marco's skin against him. It felt nice, felt needed. 

His hands squeezed Marco's shoulders before moving down to feel along Marco's sides, feeling and pressing his fingers down into the mass under himself to make it known that he was there. 

Marco's breathing was coming out in heavy bursts. Hitching and catching. Marc wanted him to talk, say something. Make a sound, something to tell Marc how he was feeling.  

Marc liked the sound of him, reveled in it.  

"This ok?" Marc asked. "You're quiet." 

Marco shuddered, letting out a gasp. "I'm just — this is good, it's good," Marco said, looking down at Marc. His lashes looked so dark like that. Heavy and thick, eyes studying. 

"Yeah?"

"Stop that," Marco laughed, pressing Marc's face down into his chest so that Marc couldn't look at him. "You fucking know it's good."

Marc didn't try to move against Marco's hand laying on his head. It wasn't holding him down, more holding him in place. There was no force, just the weight of Marco's hand. He grinned into Marco's skin, then continued his way down, down, down when he felt that Marco wasn’t going to hold him.  

Marco's hand was still placed on his head as he moved, and he didn't do anything until Marc reached Marco's lower stomach. His fingers tangled up in Marc's hair and pulled, stopping him from moving. 

"Give me a second," Marco said, so close to begging Marc wanted to tease the rest out immediately. "I just need to collect myself. Just one... One second."

With how Marc's head was placed, he still couldn't see Marco's face. The sound of his voice was thick, heavy and a bit slurred. Marc could feel Marco's pulse through his skin, feel the quickness of his breath. 

"That's fine," Marc said, moving his hands below Marco's hipbones and holding on with a firm grip. "I can wait."

"Fuck, Marc,"  Marco said. "How are you so good at this."

"Practice makes perfect, right?"

"God fucking damn it, ok… ok," Marco pulled his hand back, his grip moving from Marc's hair to the sheets. "Ok, do your worst. I'm ready." 

"Worst?" Marc asked, smiling up at Marco again, their eyes meeting. Marco looked flushed, his pupils blown and his bottom lip wet and marked. Marc wondered for a second if he was the one that had left the marks on there or if it was Marco biting down. Either way, Marc really liked the way it looked. 

"Best, whatever," Marco huffed and then threw his arm over his eyes. 

"I always do my best," Marc said like it was stupid of Marco to assume anything else. 

Marc's fingers moved under the elastic of Marco's boxers, pulling them down as he laid another kiss just below Marco's belly button. He then sat up, seated on his knees between Marco's legs. He looked at Marco lying there in front of him — bare, needy. Skin pink and shiny, a blotchy blush over his chest and neck. 

Marc's eyes moved further down, placing over chest hair that became a light sprinkling over a softer middle, which then became thicker as it went below his belly button. His eyes glanced lower, admiring his view as his eyes settled on Marco's dick.

"Can I touch you?"

"You've been touching me."

"Ha ha, can I touch your dick, you dick?" Marc pressed his thumbs into the soft skin by Marco's hipbones - making sure that Marco knew he was there. Desperate to leave a trace. 

"Please don't be funny right now. I’m already so turned on I’m scared to become a heart attack statistic.”

Marc laughed, "Is that a yes?"

"Yes, for fucks sake, touch me, please."

The room felt like it was filled with sparkling electricity as Marc bent down again, kissing from his last spot under Marco's belly button and continuing lower. He could hear Marco breathing heavily, his breaths falling into a steady, recognizable rhythm. Marc stopped, smiling against Marco's skin.

"Are you Lamaze breathing?" Marc asked between kisses, placing a last one at the base of Marco's dick. Marco let out a light groan.

"Yeah, I'm pacing myself." He sounded out of breath, flustered. 

"You're so weird." 

"You're such a tease."

"And you're so easy," Marc said, smiling up at Marco. "If you don't enjoy it, you can just tell me to stop."

Marco shook his head, "No, no, fuck no. I enjoy it.”

Marc crawled back up on Marco, placing himself so that they were face to face. Marco starred at him. Marc wasn’t sure what Marco could see, he was so close he was sure it would be blury, especially in the dimly lit bedroom they'd found themselves in.

“Hola,” Marc said, floating over Marco. His hands were placed on each side of Marco's head, keeping him up yet so very close.

“Ciao,” Marco said back, smiling. Marc sat back up, straddling Marco's middle. He reached for the curls covering his face and pulled them back, gently. “Thank you.”

“You need to see this part,” Marc said, leaning back to settle himself better over Marco's hips.

He started to move his hips softly, feeling Marco's dick press against the cleft of his ass. The fabric of his boxers was the only thing between them. Marco hissed, letting out small noises as Marc adjusted. 

"What you do is, you follow the motion of the bull with your hips," Marc said, lifting himself up and then moving over Marco's crotch again with an easy flow in his hip. "The trick is to find the motion the bull is giving you, feel it with your hips, and then let it all move through your spine. You don't fight it."

"Inter- ah! -esting," Marco said through gritted teeth, a low moan splitting the word up. Marc smiled.

"I've been told I'm a great teacher." Marc didn't stop moving, grinding down smoothly over Marco and feeling his squirm.

"Cazzo, you're killing me," Marco said, voice pleading. 

"Listen," Marc said, giving Marco a light slap on his cheek so he'd focus. "Just look at me, see what I'm doing?"

"Yeah," Marco said, voice breathy and low. 

"I want you to do this for me, ok?"

Marco blinked, looking confused. "I thought we'd already established that I'm stiff as hell."

Marco looked down at Marc, "yeah, I can feel your dick against my ass. I know."

"I meant the riding."

Marc chuckled, ”I know, the bet is that I can teach you ride the bull.” Marc pressed down harder, making Marco tilt his head back as a hollow sound left his throat. "and, as I said, I've been told I'm a great teacher." 

Marco took a deep breath, grabbing Marc by the hips and rolling them over. Marc felt like the heat was radiating from him when his back hit the sheets. Marco was on his knees between Marc's thighs, he kissed Marc once before leaning back on his heels and clicked his tongue.

"Well, let’s see what you can teach me, teach.”

Marc reached for the bottle of lube and slicked himself up by giving himself a few strokes as Marco positioned himself. Positioned over Marc, he leaned slightly forward — aligning himself with Marc's dick and then slowly pushing down.  

Marc gasped, mouth falling open at the feeling. The slow movement up and down as Marco took more and more of him was excruciatingly hot. When Marco bottomed out, he stilled. Looking at Marc with heavy eyes and wetted his lips as he was getting used to the feeling. He looked amazing like that. 

Marco adjusted, making Marc catch a moan in his throat. 

"You good?" he asked, placing one of his hands on Marc's chest and the other on Marc's hip — finding his balance. 

"Si," Marc said. "You can move." 

Marco did as he was told, lifting himself up and then slow down again. Marco watched him closely, his hands on Marc's hips to help his movement, not for control.

"Fuck," Marc said under his breath, sounding like a whine.

Marc bit down on his bottom lip, his fingers digging into the meat on Marco's hip as he thrust up at the same time Marco came down. It made Marco let out a surprised moan, his rhythm halting. Marc thrust up again, deep and hard, his hands on Marco's hips helping him find the pace again.

"Is it- fuck… Is it good?” Marco asked, moving again. He was stiff in his movement, not to the point of making any of it less enjoyable, but Marc was trying to make a point.

"It’s good, it’s so - Marco, Bez," Marc said, moving his hands down Marco's thighs and feeling the muscle work. "Remember what I said, just feel it and follow. Just – Fuck!" Marc threw his head back as Marco, again, did just as he was told, finding the flow with Marc's thrust and met him seamlessly in the movement. Moving in a wavelike pattern, his hips loosening straight away.

Marc felt tension pooling in his lower stomach, a coil heating up lower down. His grip on Marco's thighs tightened, begging Marco to go faster. Marco was making all kinds of sounds, low moans that grew to almost a shout. Marc wanted to taste the sounds he was making.

He tried to speed up even more, desperate to hear what else would come out. 

"You look so good. You look amazing," Marco groaned, feeling sweat run from his forehead and down his temple. "Fuck Bez, you sound amazing." Marc gripped Marco by the hip again, feeling up his sides. “Just like that, exactly like that. You’re doing so good.”

Marco smiled, not slowing his movement. "You like this?" he asked, more a question than a tease. Marc thrust up harder, hitting Marco deeper, and he fell forward. Gasping and whining.  

"Oh god, I'm so fucking close-" Marco said, digging his face deeper into Marc's chest. His fingers on the hand that used to steady him pressed down into Marc's sternum and left marks. Marc didn't stop, the angle was weird, but it seemed to get the job done just fine. Marco's face still buried in his chest, mumbling nonsense and breathing hard. 

The coil in Marc's lower belly was tensing up even more, he was close.

In the heat of the moment, he rolled them around. Changing positions so that he was on top and Marc fell on his back. He gasped, sounding like he was choking on air. Looking flushed all over, his eyes were almost entirely black and his curls ended up littered around, framing his face. Marc reached out and fixed them, wanting Marco to see, and then leaning down to kiss him as he started to move at a quick pace again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Marco said, his hands gripping into the sheets for leverage. "Touch me. Please, touch me."

One of Marco's hands grabbed Marc's, moving it over himself between them. Marc followed without question, placing his hand on Marco's dick and giving him slowly paced strokes. Marco's bottom lip quivered, his mouth open and a guttural sound came out. After a few more strokes, Marco started to cum roped between them. His body tensed, contracting on Marc as he tried to keep his pace going. 

"You feel so fucking good, Holy-" With what he was seeing, sensing, smelling, Marc came. His eyes slammed shut as the orgasm took over. When he came to, he felt light and boneless, lying chest to chest with Marco. Both still breathing heavily, both sweaty and sticky. 

After a moment, Marco cleared his throat, "Thank you for showing me the proper technique for doing that, I…." He laughed. "No, I can't even make up a joke right now. That was amazing. fucking hell."

"Yeah," Marc said, feeling like he was made of cloud. Marc Cumulus. Don't mind the double entendre. 

They lied in silence for a few minutes after that, Marc realizing he was still inside Marco much later than was probably acceptable. He slowly pulled out, both of them hissing at the sensation. 

"Sorry," Marc said, rolling off Marco and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I think I lost most of my brain cells when I came, that was... Fuck, that was perfect.” He looked over at Marco, eyeing the shape of him. The size and the curve. He never wanted to stop looking, really wished he would be able to never stop. 

Marco pulled the sheet up over his chest, followed by Marc quickly pulling it down again. Like they are playing a game. Marco smiled softly and with a twinkle in his eyes. He seemed shy now. Like looking at Marc was too much, but he couldn't make himself stop. 

"Alright," Marco pulled the sheets up again, covering his chest up to his collarbones.

"That was good," Marc said, again. "Thank you."

Marco let out a full-body laugh, curving inward on the bed as he rolled over on his side towards Marc. He gave Marco a slow kiss on the cheek, and Marco wanted to follow him when he pulled away. 

"Well, you’re welcome." 

"Thanks," Marco said again, mortified by the sound of his own voice. 

Marco felt hot all over still, not in the same way as earlier but like a teakettle ready to start whistling. The light of the outside streetlight showered Marc's face in a soft yellow. It felt like a sign. Marco had just not realized what for yet. 

"All my pleasure, Bez." Marc said, rubbing the sheet over his belly. Really ruining them.

"No, don't say it like that!" Marco laughed, picking up the pillow from under his head and hitting Marc over the side of his face. "Don't be gross." 

"I think you like a little gross," Marc said. "I think you're a little freak that's just waiting to get out."

Marco hit him with the pillow again, "Shut up!" 

His laugh traveled from the middle of his chest, up and out in the open air of the bedroom. It ended in a smile, easy and genuine. Marc couldn't remember when he laughed like this last. 

Marc waved his hands over his head in retreat, laying the pillow down, and then rolled over on his side, face to face with Marco. 

"I'm not a freak."

"I know," Marc said. "Just a little bit weird and a lot of bossy." 

Marco felt himself blush, "Bossy?"

"Great quality, as I love to be told what to do." 

Marco narrowed his eyes on Marc, shaking his head slightly. "You don't seem like someone who does what others tell you."

"Oh, no. I'm not. I just like to be told to do stuff. It's different than actually doing what I'm told."

Marco laughed again, pressing Marc's face away from him with a  playfulness he didn’t know he had in himself. The night was dark and quiet. Marco could lie like this forever. But he remembered what it was, a quick hook up after some quick flirting in a bar.

The feeling of bliss didn’t leave him though, and Marc didn’t stop smiling at him.

"So," Marc started, turning his head and staring up onto the ceiling. "Can I call you sometime?"

Marco looked at Marc's side profile. The downturn of his nose, the double curve of his lips. He wanted to thank Marc's parents for their excellent work. They really did a great job with the gene composition. They should get a prize, some kind of award for their work. 

"Sure," Marco said. "You could do that."

"Nice, ok," Marc cleared his throat, still saying straight up. "And if I asked you out to dinner tomorrow, would that be ok too?"

Marco felt something flip in him, a flutter. "That would be ok."

"Great."

"Great."

Marc laughed, followed by Marco laughing too. 

"Good cause if this had been a one-time thing, I think I'd have to go celibate," Marc said, rubbing his hands over his face. "Don't think anyone else can live up to that. Ever." 

"Stop flattering me. I already said yes to dinner." Marco laughed, poking Marc in the ribs. 

"Hey, stop," He said, laughing too. "Maybe I'm flattering you for a second round?"

Marco let out a tired sigh, pressing his face into the middle of Marc's chest. Creating a burrow for himself to sleep. "Absolutely, I just need a nap first," He said. "Maybe a glass of water or a snack."

"I can accept all those things,” Marc said, his fingers moving through Marco's curls. “All those things are acceptable to me."

"Good, wake me up in like 45 minutes, ok?"

"Fine, yeah," Marc said, his fingers continuing to move through Marco's hair. "I'll do that."

[vantaesfairie]

𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡 : 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔳𝔦𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢

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pile 1, flower sink:

an adventurous, passionate soul. always looking to expand, especially intellectually and mentally. constant action. red feathers, strong horses. moonlight on a dewdrop. hoping to be recognized. longing for development and change. hopeful. determined. quietly shy. fire burning in your heart ready to burst out in flames. main character headspace. coming of age. moving to a new city. university after-lecture discussions. 

pile 2, rose quartz sink:

a complex, growing soul. seeking for happiness, to escape a bad mindset and/or lifestyle. self-fulfilling negative prophecies. self-separation, hugging knees in the shower. jungle nature retreats with big leaves, learning the it-girl / boy way. disappointment. wanting internal happiness and satisfaction. regeneration. spring. sun rays coming out at sunrise. black cloaks. heavy weighted blankets. clouds surrounding your head. in bed. 

pile 3, amethyst sink:

a weather-worn, armoured soul. temptation, sex, lilith. alluring, seductive beauty especially your eyes. long elegant, simple gowns. inner passionate creative with a love for various artistic mediums. heartbreak, mending one’s heart back together alone. dangerously attractive. violet. longing for someone to come and treat you kind, love you like a fragile glass sculpture. thunderstorms brewing. a dove’s wing covering her chicks. trying again and again. bared teeth. 

pile 4, quartz sink:

a dominant, daring soul with a confident exterior. bright oranges and yellows. red capes. reading diplomatically from a royal scroll. golden staff on a throne, leadership. old knowledge. valued ancient texts. blue whales. social media high-technology aesthetic. fast heartbeat. anxiety, worry. self-blaming, isolation. binds that just wrap tighter every time you struggle. blindfolded. chained on the ground but the key is beside you. 

pile 5, geode sink: 

a protecting, nurturing soul. warm, soothing yellow. birds conversing and chirping in the sunlight. plump fruit. a life of leisure. marie antoinette. smart rectangular glasses. phone conversations with the bank. fresh markers on a whiteboard. canary. pink lovers. gentle hand holding. a giant golden coin. sewing at a countryside sunset. cottagecore. creating and cherishing love and partnership. 

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[dark-and-kawaii]

Zevlor went from riding a horse as a hellrider to riding a dragon as a princesses consort . I wonder how Aradin would feel about that 😏

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Yeah he did!!! Ah, Aradin I think would be filled with so much rage that the gods favored a hellspawn before himself… I wrote this a while ago but never posted it so here’s a little story about Aradin coming to Thay and seeing Zevlor again! Please enjoy xoxo!!! ♡ ♡ ♡

₊˚⊹♡ Content: Dragons - Angst - The Past Rehashed - Aradin Is Cocky Like Always - Zevlor Isn’t The One To Mess With

₊˚⊹♡ Aradin vs Zevlor

Months had passed, and Zevlor found himself once more at the gates of Thay, patrolling alongside his trusted friend, Riznof. The sun hung low in the sky as they walked their usual route, exchanging stories and laughter as time passed. He was thankful that despite the rocky start with Korgus and some of the people in Thay, life had settled into a rhythm for him.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the entrance, voices raised in agitation. Zevlor's hand tightened on the hilt of his blade instinctively while pushing through the gathering crowd, Riznof close at his side.

“What's going on?” he called out, his voice cutting through the noise. And as the crowd parted for their beloved Princess’ consort- the very man who’s been keeping them all safe, Thay’s Shield as they branded him… His gaze settled on a figure that stirred a deep seated ire… Aradin… Standing in the midst of the crowd with a smirk that could sour the sweetest wine, “You?” Zevlor’s voice was a measured growl, tinged with question and restrained fury. What business had Aradin in Thay, of all places?

Aradin's eyes glinted with malice when he saw Zevlor approach. Of course horns would be here, he had heard a hellspawn was clinging- still following Lofn around like some lost puppy. He could tell by the way Zevlor was looking at him that he hadn't expected to see him here, “surprised they let a foulblood like you in such a prestigious city,” he sneered, “then again, I suppose even a princess needs entertainment… you ain’t nothin’ but a whore for-“

Zevlor's jaw clenched, anger simmering beneath the surface. “What was that?” he demanded, stepping forward. But Aradin was unfazed, leaning in until their faces were mere centimeters apart. Riznof placed a steadying hand on Zevlor's shoulder, murmuring, “It's not worth it, my friend- he’s only trying to rile you up. The Queen will-“

Aradin laughed, the sound dripping with condescension, “Never thought I'd see another besides the dense girl stick up for a hellspawn,”.

Zevlor's fists tightened, ready to lash out… Just as his jaw clenches, a low rumble resonated through the air, followed by the unmistakable roar of a dragon.

Vyrmoth’s massive form descended from the clouds, his wings snapping with a force that stirred the very air around him as he swooped low, casting a shadow over Aradin and the rest of the crowd. As the ground trembled from the force of the dragon landing on the building just behind Zevlor, Riznof smirked, his hand slipping from his friend's shoulder.

The gorgeous beast leaned low over the edge of the roof, his long, serpentine neck curving down with its maw opened wide… Sharp fangs glistening with saliva and dried blood, a menacing display meant to intimidate, to frighten. And the dragon's fiery gaze landed squarely on Aradin…

As Aradin opened his mouth, Vyrmoth spread his wings, the sound echoing like a battle cry while an ear piercing roar erupted from his throat. Smoke curled from the corners of his mouth, a clear warning- a dare for the adventure to challenge his rider…

Aradin’s brows furrowed in rage, a snarl curling his lips. He wanted to reach for his blade, to fight this damned bloody hellspawn who was nothing- who didn’t deserve what he had-

But his gaze flicked upward, taking in the full sight of the massive creature… He’d be lying if he said his blood didn’t run cold at the sight…

His pride screamed for him to attack- to prove that he was stronger, that Zevlor was less than the shit on his shoes, but… His fear kept him rooted in place, the words stuck in his throat. His mouth was suddenly dry, the air seeming thinner-… Horns didn’t deserve this- this kind of power, to have the protection of a dragon, the love of a princess… Her of all people! Aradin’s eyes shut as he pictured Lofn’s face, her laugh, the way her arm wrapped around Zevlor’s at the grove… it should have been him…

He gritted his teeth and opened his eyes to look up at the dragon again then Zevlor… “This ain’t over, horn-“

“Commander, Zevlor! Urgent news from the castle!” A knight called out, his voice cutting through the tension. Zevlor closed his eyes for a moment, drawing a deep breath to steady himself, “What? What is it?” he asked, him and Riznof both turning to face the knight.

The knight looked pale, worry etched into his features, “T-The princess has gone into labor and-“ He paused, glancing around at the onlookers before meeting Zevlor's gaze with a silent message that something was amiss.

Zevlor's heart dropped, his eyes widening in alarm, “What!?” Without waiting for an answer, he sprinted towards a nearby horse, urgency propelling him forward, “I'll deal with you later!” he shouted over his shoulder at Aradin, his voice a promise.

With a swift motion, he mounted the horse, kicking it into a gallop towards the castle. The wind whipped past him as he rode, his mind a whirlwind of fear…

With a final glare at Vyrmoth and Riznof, Aradin turned and pushed his way through the crowd, disappearing into the streets of Thay.

[lolliputian]

I think you are the most qualified person to ask this question since you write the tieflings so well: what Olympic sport would the tiefs complete in?

High praise indeed, Anon! Thank you so much!

Going through the list of events, I'm going to go through the adult Tieflings we see in the Grove. I'm also sticking to the summer events.

Zevlor is, of course, Equestrian, and more specifically eventing (which, I discovered, is basically a triathlon). Tilses would also take place in Equestrian, but she'd be focused on jumping. If the Hellriders aren't taking place in the equestrian events, it's a crime. Nuff said.

Rolan would be a swimmer. I think he'd would find swimming for exercise cathartic--the water resistance, the controlled breathing, engaging all your muscle groups to move through the water.

Lia would be a rower for a similar reason, engaging all the upper body muscles. I think she would do really well with a team, as well, and find a lot of fulfillment in it. Cal, in perhaps a surprising choice, would take part in gymnastics. His high strength score lends itself to strength based events. Imagine Cal taking on the pommel horse or the rings, holy shit.

Dammon, surprising absolutely no one, would take part in the hammer throw. But, before I remembered that existed, I also figured he would do well with shot put. Short bursts of power suit him.

Along a similar vein, Alfira would really excel at rhythm gymnastics as a form of artistic expression. Lakrissa, on the other hand, is a natural for archery, and in a modern AU would absolutely be that person doing trick shots on TikTok.

In canon, we know Bex is a great runner and that she was able to outrun the cultists. Thus, I can see her taking part in the sprinting events. Danis, meanwhile, I think would get the most enjoyment out of golf out of any of the events available. Outside of competition, I think he'd like the social aspect of it.

Komira is absolutely a Taekwondo girl--she was ready to throw down with the druids and strikes me as the type who wouldn't hesitate to fight for what she believes in. Locke's temperament, in contrast, reminds me more of a distance runner. He's much calmer than his wife.

So I debated between Asharak and Guex whom I thought would be a better fit for fencing--we see Asharak training the kids in fighting, and Guex using Main Hand Attack against Makeshift Training Dummy. Ultimately, I felt Asharak's temperament was a lot better for it and, frankly, that he would do well enough to compete on an Olympic level. Guex's event? Javelin Throw. We see him use potentially any weapon you sell Dammon against the Training Dummy if you defeat the druids (off the top of my head, I can't think of anyone who uses a javelin canonically otherwise minus maybe Cal). But I also think he'd like the challenge and feeling powerful without having to get into close quarters.

If we've talked Tiefling headcanon, you'll know I carry a headcanon that Okta is/was a monk and actively adventured until her pregnancy. Thus, she's a natural fit for Judo. Ikaron, too, does a physical event that requires a lot of control and precision: Boxing. Like Rolan with swimming, I think he'd find it cathartic.

Cerys would take part in the modern pentathlon. We don't know much about her backstory from the game besides her being a scout and the third leader option if both Zevlor and Asharak are killed in Act 1. Thus, IMO, she has to be extremely impressive in her own right. The pentathlon presently includes fencing, swimming, equestrian jumping, laser pistol shooting, and distance running.

Zorru and Yul are other canonical scouts. We know Zorru was able to make it Baldur's Gate presumably by himself, which means not only is he a good runner, but he has to be skilled at dodging obstacles, too. He's a natural choice for hurdles. Yul, we don't know enough about, but for the endurance required for scouting, let's slot him into cycling.

Kaldani and Rikka get to be our beach volleyball pair! I really wanted a duo that's seen a lot together in game, and they seem to get along well. I can see them working amazingly well at a team and being unafraid to work hard to win.

Damays and Nymessa were a little hard for me--I very much wanted Nymessa to be in breakdancing just to make Damays's head explode (at least the way I characterize them). But, in the end, I thought pole vault would be a good fit for her. Damays seems a fit for discus throwing.

Kanon strikes me as someone who would be really good at diving. We know he was a tailor in Elturel, and I think he'd appreciate the precision and artistry. Arka and Memnos? They get to be our tennis duos team. I think they'd balance each other well in the sport.

Pandirna absolutely has to be in weightlifting, all things considered. Let's hope she doesn't get in trouble for doping with Ethel's potions... Toron I think would be wrestling because wrestling cattle or something. Nadira would be sport climbing, because that seems to fit in well with her sneaking around devils and the like. (I can't remember at the moment how much of that is canon and how much of it was headcanon we came up with on the camp server.)

Eramis and Elegis I slotted into long jump and high jump respectively. At the time of writing this, this is based off vibes from each of them rather than anything in game that lent itself to this. Finally, Xeph, Rechel, and Amek get to be our synchronized swimmers, because we gotta have synchronized swimmers, and also I don't know where else to put them.

Hope you enjoyed the post!

[miguelswifey04]

sweetstuff—webslinger x cowgirl! reader

the webslinger glanced up, his eyes widening at the sight of a stunning cowgirl dressed in a spider-woman suit. he couldn't help but be instantly captivated by her charm and beauty, his heart skipping a beat.

“well, darlin', looks like we've got ourselves a real superhero meetin'. the name's webslinger, and you sure do look mighty fine in that get-up. care for a ride on widow? he’s a trusty steed, just like us."

he extended his hand towards you, a warm smile spreading across his face. his southern drawl added an extra touch to his already captivating charm. “why, sure thing!” you winked at him as you hopped on the back of his precious horse. the webslinger couldn't help but blush at the cowgirl's wink, finding himself even more intrigued by her flirtatious nature. he adjusted his cowboy hat and tightened his grip on the reins as you effortlessly hopped onto the back of widow, settling in behind him. “well now, pardner, looks like we're in for a wild ride. hold on tight, and let's show 'em what a dynamic duo we can be!"

with a swift kick of his cowboy boot, the webslinger urged widow into a gallop, racing across the open plains with the wind rushing through his hair. he couldn't hide his excitement as he swung his lasso, shooting webs that caught onto the surrounding trees and produced a series of thrilling acrobatics.

“yeehaw! ain’t no villain can outpace us, not with this trusty horse and these fancy rope tricks!" the webslinger chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief as he glanced back at the cowgirl riding behind him. your enthusiasm only fueled his own, and he couldn't help but appreciate her spirit. “damn right!” you said as you held onto his waist.

"feisty and fearless, just the way i like 'em. ain’t no challenge we can't face together."

he continued to maneuver widow through the terrain, seamlessly dodging obstacles and performing daring stunts. his webs shot out in graceful arcs, allowing him to swing from tree to tree with precision.

“i reckon we make quite the team, darlin'. you’ve got the spirit of a true cowgirl, and i ain't afraid to get my hands dirty. so, what do you say? ready to tame the wild west together?"

“yessir, a girl like me is up for a challenge.” the webslinger felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt the cowgirl's hands wrap around his waist, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, his voice full of excitement and anticipation.

“well, ain't you full of surprises, darlin'. hold on tight now, things are about to get a whole lot wilder."with a flick of the reins, the webslinger urged widow to pick up the pace, leading them into a full-blown gallop across the open plains. the wind whipped through their hair as they became a blur against the landscape, their bodies pressed close as they moved as one.

“let’s s ride into the sunset, cowgirl. our adventure has only just begun.

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a/n: THIS IS SO CORNY Y’ALL but definitely a teaser bc yes there will be a part 2 :p

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