#should I tag suggestive cause of his shirt or not.

[lyn-ne]

idk. can I count this as anatomy practice?

[kykyonthemoon]

Breakfast

You knew he was dangerous. You knew that you should stay away. But when you found Sylus in the kitchen, making breakfast, he reminded you of what happened between the two of you the night before and you comprehended you had made a bargain with the devil, again.

── .✦ Sylus x Female Reader|MC

── .✦ Tags: R16, MDNI, suggestive themes, biting & marking, drunken kissing & flirting, hangover, pet name - kitten.

── .✦ Word count: 2k3

── .✦ A/N: This story is based on a dream I had after watching the new patch stream on July 6.

This fic also won the Merit Prize from Love and Deepspace Version 2.0 Opposing Visions | Fan Art Contest. I really appreciate all your support on my X <3

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You awoke in the midst of a haze. You had a vague impression that the blanket was both warm and soft, with a subtle aroma that you had only of late learnt to recognize. You tossed and turned, sliding back and forth on the enormous bed, unable to see the edge. When you rolled your entire body to the opposite side of the bed, you saw that the vacant area was still quite warm.

As if woken, you rose up, brushing aside the matted hair that had fallen in front of your face. Your body felt painful and exhausted. Your head continued whirling. You realized you were wearing a black shirt that was too large for your size. The aroma on the garment was comparable to the position next to you on the bed. You grabbed your head, trying to recall why you were here in the first place.

Sylus' exquisite chamber emerged before your eyes in the gentle dawn light. You blinked. That's right! You had attended an important party, with Sylus' help, the night before. Rather, it was another in a long line of similar deals between you and him, with an unexpected cost. You got what you wanted, but the amount of liquor you drank there left you disoriented. The party ended with you lying in Sylus' arms, seeing him smirk as he looked down at you and said:

“Such a kitten who never knows when to stop.”

Then everything went dark. You could only barely feel Sylus' strong arms wrapping around your body, as well as the warm blanket that surrounded you before you fell asleep.

But as for why you slept in Sylus' room, wearing his shirt…

You tumbled out of bed and walked into the bathroom to wash your face. Cold water helped you become awake. You then glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your hair, which had been pulled up high with several decorations, was entirely removed and fell down. Aside from the shirt you wore, you had immense and tiny red markings all over your body, from your lips and chin, down to your neck and chest. You used extra water to wash your face in an attempt to remove all of those marks, but it simply made them appear more vibrant on your skin.

Your fingertips traced each mark. This one brought to mind an image of Sylus burying his face in your neck. The mark on your ear reminded you of how softly he bit you. There were also marks on your wrists from the force he used to pin you down on the bed.

You exhaled. Memories were slowly returning to you, and they concerned you. You were not terrified of Sylus; rather, you were afraid of the situation you had created the night before. You cautiously opened the door, as if you were afraid that someone was waiting outside to catch you in this kind of situation.

You intended to return to your room, where Sylus had allowed you to remain temporarily while you were here. But after only a few steps, the scent from the kitchen caused your feet to shift direction.

The aroma of breakfast being served made your tummy grumble. But when you heard the faint humming and saw his enormous back obstructing your view of the food, you turned and walked away.

"Kitten is awake now. Wouldn't you come in for breakfast?"

You halted. You did not want to see him immediately after what occurred the night before, but perhaps he had been waiting for you to get up since dawn.

When you returned to the kitchen, Sylus faced you. He wore a crimson and black silk nightshirt. It was not tight, revealing his bare chest, which you were unable to keep your gaze away from since there were several red marks going from his chest deep down to his stomach, even some on his neck. There were other ones that appeared to be scratches.

Knowing where your eyes were focused on, Sylus smirked. Seeing that, your face grew crimson and felt hot, as if you were being cooked on the stove. You instantly looked away, attempting to act normal.

“Good morning… Did you… sleep well?…”

Sylus pulled the bacon off the heat source. Based on the ingredients on the counter, you assumed he was cooking Eggs Benedict. He answered you sarcastically:

“I did not sleep well at all. Since there was a kitten who loved to scratch me so much."

“What kitten?” You claimed to be ignorant in the face of evidence that showed you had slept in Sylus' bed the night before, and were responsible for the markings on his body.

How did things end up like that? You opposed Sylus. And he was just brilliant at driving you insane. He was dangerous. He stood on the other side of the battle. Even if working together with him was simply a temporary solution for both of your concerns, rolling around in bed together and leaving markings on the other's skin was utterly beyond your expectations. You softly bit your lower lip, condemning yourself for allowing things to spiral out of control. While Sylus only grinned casually:

“And yet I thought that the girl who had the courage to pin me down on the bed and leave her marks on my body would have the courage to admit what she did?”

At the moment, you did not know how to face this with as little disruption as possible. Of course, Sylus would not let you escape so quickly. You wanted to go home and keep your distance from him.

“I… am not sure I did what I did on purpose.” You responded. The current circumstance was not good at all, for you. You attempted to remain cool and added: "Besides, don't you have the ability to heal yourself?"

Sylus stared down at his body, then back at you, the corner of his mouth curled up again as if he had just done something sinister.

“Of course I have to leave evidence, in case you deny it like you are doing now.”

You were briefly perplexed and failed to say anything else. Then you suddenly realized you were also his victim. You stepped up to him at the kitchen counter and pointed to your neck.

“What about these? They are also evidence against you!”

Sylus laughed. His warm fingers on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. It was a feeling that, although not inherently awful, was exceedingly treacherous. Treacherous as you began to like it.

"A mark for a mark." Sylus teased you. His fingers traveled to the back of your neck, and the index finger rested on your chin, softly separating your lips and pushing you to gaze up at him. "If you believe it is a crime, what would you do? Lock me up, Miss Gorgeous Hunter? After you took advantage of me to get into that party, got very drunk, and vomited all over the dress I purposely chose for you? After I brought you back here, and you continued to take advantage of my body in that manner?”

You hastily pushed Sylus' hand away. “I was drunk, you were too… It was simply an accident… Can we make it clear?”

Sylus snorted coldly and turned away. The poached eggs required his attention. You did not recall or were acting like that. The previous night, you were the only one who had been drinking.

After the party, Sylus took you home. He had meant to let you relax, but as soon as you went by his private room, you freely opened the door and walked in.

“This is not your room, kitten.”

But you did not listen. You removed your high heels and flung them at Sylus. Then you began wandering back and forth in his room, as if you were searching for his secrets.

Sylus clicked his tongue and stood with his arms folded, waiting to see what you would do. He had to catch you after seeing you stumble around and collide with things in the room. He sat you on the sofa, unlocked the wardrobe, chose a clean shirt of his and threw it on the seat next to you.

“Get changed. Don't dirty my room anymore."

You grinned and took up his shirt to examine it for a moment. Then you tossed it back to him. 

"Help me..."

Sylus rolled his eyes at you before focusing on the clothing in his hand. You rose up, stumbled closer to him, and turned away, pointing at the back zipper of the garment. 

"Help me get changed." You repeated.

Sylus slightly raised the corners of his lips. He slowly pulled the zipper down. Since your body was constantly moving back and forth, his fingertips came into contact with your bare back. You chuckled. While looking at you from behind, he quietly placed the part of his finger that just touched you on his lips and chuckled.

“Be still.”

After helping you get out of your dirty dress, Sylus put his shirt on you, turned you around and helped button it. He did not dispute that while you were displaying your stunning features to him, his gaze lingered on your body for longer than was appropriate. You were simply wearing a set of undergarments beneath his shirt. His hands paused on the final two buttons, debating whether or not to assist in concealing your lovely cleavage behind that shirt.

You grabbed Sylus' wrists and gazed up at him. His throat became dry. You said while drowsy:

“Bed… I want your bed…”

You gestured in that way. His bed was obviously much larger and softer than the one in your room. Sylus drew a breath and bent down to lift you up in his arms. He brought you to the bed and placed you down. 

"You have asked for so much today. Aren't you concerned you won't be able to pay the price?"

“I… can pay!” You boldly declared. As soon as Sylus rose up to depart, you grabbed his arm and pushed him down onto the bed. 

So you started kissing him.

It could not be denied that there were times, many times, during the party that night, you longed to drag him to a corner and kiss his lips until he suffocated. Or you. Either one of you.

How that night ended was still something you could not remember. When you stood in the kitchen with Sylus the next morning with rosy cheeks and body covered in kiss marks left by him, feelings of regret and guilt began to engulf you. You started it first, and Sylus gladly granted your wishes. How long had you been intending to get closer to him? You could not believe why, in a moment of rashness, you could make such a severe mistake. It was not like you were not aware of who the person you pinned down on the bed was or how dangerous he was.

“I… You…” You hesitated. “I really— Ouch!”

Before you could continue speaking, you felt Sylus lift you up and set you on the kitchen counter. His hands were positioned on both sides of your thighs, and his body was forced against you, making it hard for you to escape.

"Stop trying to deny it." His crimson eyes glowed as if he were sulking. Your throat dried up and your mouth became silent when he got this close. Your gaze remained fixated on Sylus' lips, unwilling to leave. He said:

“Let me tell you what happened last night. You kissed me. You scratched me. Then you fell into a deep slumber. As for me, I remained awake since my bed was occupied and I was held and weighed down all night long."

You breathed a sigh of relief, seeming to be at ease and disappointed. Between Sylus and you, nothing had escaped your control or the approval of your rational mind. You might perceive what happened the night before as a mistake that could be fixed. Yet all of a sudden, Sylus' grasp on your hip tightened, and his other hand curled around the back of your head, forcing you to lean back slightly. He gazed at you with a mysterious smile on his lips, making you feel as if you had just fallen into a tangle from which you could not escape.

“Are you going to remain silent and ignore your responsibilities? I still have the evidence on me. You cannot deny that you want me. Yes? No?"

When you regained consciousness, you understood exactly what should and should not be done. Even that was unable to prevent you from thinking about how you fell into Sylus' arms and how he would never turn you down. Given the kiss marks and scratches you left on his body that were visible, how badly must you have yearned for him that night? How about the time before that? And for the time being? Sylus' charm had you wrapped around his fingers. This feeling might be fleeting or it could last forever. It terrified you and left you unsteady. But if Sylus was down in that deep void, you were willing to plunge in, as long as he was there to catch you. 

Sylus learnt he had won the instant he noticed your yearning eyes. He grinned as separated your lips again, asking:

“My precious lady, what price do you wish to pay this time?”

You assumed that in this trade, you would not be at a disadvantage. You deliberately leant towards Sylus, gently biting his lips before pulling away to await his reaction.

Satisfied with your answer, Sylus smirked. His fingers caressed your bottom lip before pushing forward to devour it in the way he had craved since he had ever found you.

[teamatsumu]

compression. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

summary: atsumu is the perfect person to feed your obsession with kiyoomi’s arms.

word count: 1172

warnings: swearing, very mildly suggestive (if you squint), detailed descriptions of kiyoomi’s arms in compression sleeves so it’s not for the faint hearted

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

When you studied Marketing and Communications in university, you didn’t exactly anticipate that your future would include you managing a V League Division 1 sports team. But every day when you went into work, you thanked the gods above that this is where your career path had led you, because that meant you could ogle Sakusa Kiyoomi and his infamous compression sleeves all day.

Oftentimes you were certain Kiyoomi didn’t mean anything by them. For him, they were practical. They kept his arms taut and ready for the ball. They made his movements sharper. He received the ball better. He didn’t have to feel his bare skin on the dirty court. These were all reasons you had heard straight out of his mouth. When you heard him mention them so nonchalantly, it almost made you feel bad for the absolutely sinful- borderline deranged- thoughts you had in your head about the way those sleeves made his arms look.

You were well aware of the kind of thoughts Kiyoomi’s choice of athletic wear caused among his fans. To put it simply and bluntly, they went feral over it. There were whole Twitter accounts dedicated to just his arms, or his chest. And as someone who often managed social media profiles for some of the members, you got to see the most unhinged of these comments with your own two eyes. And you would be the first to (secretly) admit that you agreed with 90% of what was being said, because holy shit did those sleeves do something to you.

Most of the time during practice, you could feel your eyes drift back over to the man in question, wearing a black sports tee and those godforsaken sleeves, working up quite the set as they played set after set to prepare for their next game. As the hours passed, Kiyoomi would get more and more disheveled, curls becoming unruly enough that he would grab a towel, biceps flexing as he ran it over the nape of his neck and dipped into the collar of his shirt. Christ almighty.

You should’ve known that you would eventually get caught. But if it was anyone who would notice, you had expected it to be Meian or maybe Coach Foster. But the person who did bring it up to you happened to be the biggest nightmare in this scenario; Miya Atsumu.

���Ya should be a little less obvious ‘bout it.” He commented when he trudged over to the bench where you sat, grabbing a water bottle and beginning to chug. You tore your eyes from Kiyoomi who now had his back to you, the muscles under his shirt flexing with every movement. You raised an eyebrow at the blond, not yet correlating his words with your hidden obsession. He placed the bottle down and placed a hand on his hip, giving you a knowing smirk.

“A blind grandma could notice the way yer lookin’ at him.”

Your eyes widened and cheeks flamed when he nudged his head in Kiyoomi’s direction, and you knew you had been caught. You clenched your jaw hard.

“You say a single word-”

He threw his hands up as if in surrender, effectively silencing your threat in its tracks.

“I won’t, promise! But there is one thing…..”

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back. Of course, of fucking course he would blackmail you with this.

“What do you want?” You deadpanned, glaring at him and preparing for the worst.

Atsumu looked a bit affronted, as if the mere insinuation that he might want something was preposterous to him. You gave him another tired look, until he sighed and gave up, plopping down heavily on the bench next to you.

“A phone number. Ya know that cute girl who comes by once a month? From the Volleyball Association?”

“No.”

Atsumu’s mouth dropped like a child who just got slapped. “Hey c’mon! Ya didn’t even hear me out!”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a characteristic frontal headache begin to build, courtesy of Miya Atsumu. “I’m tired of setting you up with people, Tsumu! It won’t end well, as always-”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with his compression sleeves.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “I can get hundreds of those off the internet.”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with just his compression sleeves.”

That made you halt in your tracks. You searched Atsumu’s face for any form of mockery or lie, and you found none. Your eyebrows shot up when you realized he was being serious.

“In the locker room. I can get it for ya today.”

Oh my god. Instinctively, your eyes darted over to the man in question, who was talking to Hinata about something. It looked like volleyball tips since he had his arms before him in a receiving position, and Hinata was rapidly nodding to what he was saying.

“No.” You shook your head. “No, that’s wrong.”

“I’ll take a selfie with him, yeah? He will know there’s a photo. And I can send it in the groupchat.”

You look back at Atsumu, seriously contemplating his offer. He kept yapping, as per usual, thinking that the more he talked, the likelier it would be to convince you. And the bastard was right, it was working.

“No one else will bat an eye. We see each other in the lockers all the time. No big deal.”

You bit your lip in thought. The possibility of seeing Kiyoomi shirtless and only in compression sleeves had your pulse rising.

“And you just want her number in return?”

Atsumu nodded eagerly. You gave him a narrow-eyed glare.

“Send the picture. Then I will give you the number.”

His triumphant grin made it feel like he had already won. “Deal.”

That evening, when your phone pinged with a text notification, you nearly flew across the bed to grab it, opening the picture Atsumu sent in the groupchat with eager fingers and freezing as soon as you laid eyes on it.

Atsumu had held up his end of the bargain spectacularly.

He had taken the picture with Kiyoomi a little further in the background, so he could get the man’s full torso in it. He was facing slightly away from the camera, but his face was turned towards it, capturing the scowl between his eyebrows and the little pout of his mouth. He was gloriously shirtless, still a bit sweaty from practice, and he held his shirt in his hand, one arm flexed as he held it while the other was held carelessly by his side, compression sleeves hugging the cords of toned muscles just right.

There was another ping, pulling you out of your trance and making you realize just how dry your mouth had gotten. Atsumu had messaged you privately.

“My payment? ;)”

You rolled your eyes and sent him the number, immediately going back to the picture and starring it for future reference, a tiny smile quirking up the corner of your lip as you did so.

[sttoru]

toji making suggestive comments towards reader infront of newborn megumi, then reader getting mad at him telling him to never do it again 😭😭

⟣ tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff + suggestive themes. reader gets called ‘mama’.

“don’t start.”

you knew it — just by taking one glance at your husband from your seat at the couch — you knew toji was up to no good. his hands in the pockets of his shorts, eyes half lidded whilst checking you out and the corner of his lip curled up into a menacing grin; he was seconds away from making inappropriate comments about you, to you.

“ain’t said nothin’ yet.” toji shrugs, smirk still in place. he sits down next to you on the couch and looks down at the baby who was curled up on your chest.

it was an adorable picture; to see the mother of his child being so nurturing and caring, so loving and content. it was an every day sight, yet those mundane moments intensified the urge to take you to the bedroom and shower you with his. . . affection.

megumi babbles something in the meantime, his saliva creating a wet spot on your shirt — which you don’t mind since you’ve gotten used to it, “what is it, ‘gumi? hmm? cutie.”

you giggle and tickle your little son gently. your focus was entirely on him instead of toji, who had already snuck an arm around your waist by the time you realised the proximity. his breath tickled your ear;

“you look so fuckin’ sexy right now, mama.”

you gasp in response. not at the seductive and flirtatious words your husband had whispered, but rather at the fact that he cussed in front of megumi. you made it a household rule — to try and swear less in front of your child. and yet there toji goes, breaking that rule a week after its made.

“toji. what’d i say about cussing in front of your child?” you warn with a glare, but that does nothing more than turn toji on more. he loved it when you bossed him around or had an attitude.

megumi’s babbles and coos had died down eventually. he was more engrossed by the way his parents were interacting in front of him. you didn’t seem as ‘happy’ with toji’s words, however, and that made the emergency alarms in the little baby’s head go off;

“bwah! bwah!” megumi’s smacks toji’s thigh with his tiny hand. the impact wasn’t rough, but the sound of the slap on toji’s bare skin sure made it seem like it was.

you grin as megumi comes to your ‘rescue’. the small slaps didn’t seem to stop until toji gave up and defeatedly redrew from you—scooting just a few inches away from his son and wife.

“got what you deserved.” you lightheartedly comment to your husband. megumi didn’t seem to stop there; the kid sticks his tongue out towards his father’s direction for a split second—rubbing salt into the wound.

“watch it, megumi. i’ll fight ya if it means i get y’r mommy’s attention.” the dark-haired man jokes with a smirk tugging at his lips, his fist gently and carefully making contact with megumi’s chubby cheek. the little boy huffs and instantly tries to nibble onto toji’s knuckles, which was incredibly adorable.

“oh-ho? seems like i finally have an opponent worth fighting. .” toji comments before lifting his hands up in the air, fingers bent at the knuckles, teeth bared — re-enacting a scary monster creature of some kind,

you watch the two with amusement; megumi wasn’t backing down at all and was flailing his arms in the air as toji slowly approaches him again, making tiny noises in protest. your husband was also making some noises, though less. . . cute. his were more growling like—it showed the dedication to his role, at least.

“got’cha! c’mere,” toji grins as he suddenly grabs and lifts megumi up in the air; putting him in air-jail as he likes to call it. the baby kicks and squeals, trying its best to get out, “now—are ya gonna let me show mama some affection or should we do this the hard way?”

megumi protests once more like he actually knows what was said to him and kicks his legs frantically, causing both toji and you to laugh at your baby’s antics.

you sat back and watch the two go back and forth like that for a good while, enjoying the moment. you felt all giddy seeing them interact and wanted nothing more than to kiss and cuddle with both.

and of course, you wished that precious moments like these would never come to an end any tjme soon.

[simp-ly-writes]

Boss & Bothered

Pairing: Boss!Spencer Agnew x assistant!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Spencer is your boss to a degree and you spent a large majority of time by his side that you begin thinking things about your boss an employee really should not be considering...

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, boss/employee relationship, creepy man, harassment, protective!spencer, implied offscreen- VERY suggestive themes, kissing.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 2,708

─ · · A/N: thank you for the ask, anon! 🫶 and if you know me personally, out of all the things you read, please don't read this one, I went into a different world while writing this... hahaha erm...

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You had a crush on your boss. As the assistant to the Smosh Games channel you spent almost every moment by his side and there was not a single odd task you had not done; like running to the thrift store to get ten red shirts or to the corner store when the kickstarter and assorted energy drinks were out of stock in the kitchen.

You loved you job and truly loved working beside Spencer and you did not know at what point when those friendly stares and touches had become romanticized in your head. From him always opening the door for you or reminding you to take a break (or another one), he never once took all the extra work you did around the studio for granted and maybe that was a cause for the rose-tinted glasses.

Yet when he would bring your favourite coffee order in the morning even when you had said every time that that was your part of the job, he would just wave a hand in your face, assuring you before walking over to his desk- his schedule for the day already printed (and colour-coded, obvriously) so that the day would move smoothly.

Yet even when the day did not, Spencer never snapped or showed any anger towards you. Still being the caring and understanding boss you knew him to be, boss, you remind yourself. Yet you both acted past your positions, you had met his friends outside of work, went out for drinks with him at the end of a long day and even had dinner at his place one time (or maybe it was two times? three times? cant be more than four times?).

But that was just it right? You were both friendly co-workers. Or well, boss and worker but Spencer never held his position above your own, or at least not when it was important. He would pull the boss card as a joke every now and then off-camera that you feigned annoyance to much to the enjoyment of everyone else who loved his on-going joke around the office. A joke was all this is, just some lighthearted teasing when he puts a fleeting hand on my shoulder to ensure I know it is a joke.

But that all seemed to change when a developer from a gaming studio came in to demo the game alongside the cast. Spencer would be starring in this video, you sat behind camera, ready and waiting with his phone and can of kickstarter as you sorted through emails on your tablet, unknowing to the presence beside you.

"Hey, do you know where the director is? I have a tight schedule to be on since I... need... to... be..." his words slowed as the sentence progressed before falling off completely as the developer look at you. His mouth slightly agape before quickly fixing his hair and jaw. Looking up from your tablet, shutting it off quickly as to not give away company secrets, you presented a friendly smile to the individual. "Sorry, could you repeat your question please? I was a little bit tied up on these emails," you say, tapping your fingers against the metal device to exaggerate your point.

"Oh, um, haha, yeah, I was-a looking for the director. Do you know where he is, love?" you cringe automatically at the nickname, leaning slightly away in your chair as you look around the room quickly trying to find Alex Tran. You begin to cringe up your spine, contracting into yourself when the developer takes a half step closer to your chair, you can hear his breathing in your ear that has your smile twitching before you stand to present more space between the two of you.

"I don't see him here at the moment, we are also shooting another video the next studio over. I'm sure as soon as the cast is done there in..." you click on Spencers phone to see the time, "...in 10 minutes. Do you have everything you need to run the software or is there anything else I can get you in the meanwhile?" you ask politely, hands gripping your tablet as the man smiles.

"Alright, thats okay, that you for letting me know. I could really go for a coffee if its not a hassle? Maybe I could also add my number-" you take a big sigh out in relief once hearing the door to the studio open. Alex, Spencer, Courtney, Amanda and Trevor all filing in one by one. Your eyes meet Spencer's as he pauses his conversation with Trevor, eyebrow raised in question as you tip your head towards the developer that stands back by your side.

Spencer's brows furrow as he walks over to you, a smile plastering itself against his features as he steps in between the two of you, extending his hand as a physical barrier. "Hi, Tyler is it? I'm Spencer the head of this channel and Alex over there will be directing the video. Apologies for the delay, Trevor, Courtney, and Amanda were all finishing a shoot. I hope you understand?" Spencer clarifies, pointing at everyone he mentions, tone leaving no rude for argument.

"Yes, this lovely sir/miss, told me. I never got your name sweetheart-" Spencer coughs, his shoulders tense as he looks over his shoulder at you, "Could you go check in with Alex and see if he's doing alright? I can see the set up from here," Spencer pulls his boss tone at you for the first time without a joke or fault and all you can do is nod, pivot on your heel and walk towards Alex.

"Everything alright there, superstar?" Alex teases. Supserstar, that's what the Games department staff called you, seeing you run around like a shooting star while managing a thousand jobs in one with grace, simply put a superstar and you were gracious for the name as you nod at Alex. "Yeah, a lot better now, he was... very friendly." You choose your words carefully, knowing that the developers team is sponsoring todays video and fuelling your pay check.

"Mhmm," Alex hums out, carefully watching Spencer speak with the developer. The passive aggressive undertone is a surprise to everyone in the room from how friendly Spencer usually was. "Spencer really seems worked up, did something happen during the last shoot?" You ask, refusing to turn yourself back around before the cameras roll.

"No, he actually ended up successfully losing Don't Win Mario Kart but I think this is a more recent than that thing, what exactly did the guy say to you?"

"Oh, well he was... nice. Just like I said, a bit too friendly for me upon first meeting. Kept calling me pet names and stuff like that, didn't get handsy or anything, must be a cultural thing," you say before subconsciously taking a drink from the open Kickstarter can without a second thought. "Makes sense then," Alex shrugs before walking over to the filming crew as you follow behind and sit back in your chair. "What makes sense then?" you wish to clarify yet receive no answer except a presence by your side.

"Hey, you doing okay? I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier to help," Spencer comments, taking his phone and drink from your hands with a tight smile that does not seem to reach his eyes. "Yeah, thank you handling it. I didn't want to seem rude to him-" you begin to clarify to your boss who cuts you off. "You did nothing wrong, you did everything right. I sorted out the rest, THAT shouldn't happen again," Spencer points out strongly before taking a sip of Kickstart.

"Oh," is all you manage to get out before Alex calls the cast to their positions and you open your tablet again and move back to those emails only to find your mind drifting, cheeks warming at Spencers protective display...but any other boss would do that right? Protect their employees from clients... and what about what Alex said earlier too...

Your thoughts are a whirlwind as you mindlessly reply to email after email and fix everyones schedules before sending them out for tomorrow morning. The cameras are still rolling as you fix yourself in your chair, trying to become more comfortable for only a five minute break to be called and you are standing up in an instant to update Spencer on all the new information you received.

Spencer stands right beside you, leaning against your chair, can in between his hands and glasses slipping down his nose as he watches you intently rambling on and on about the tight schedule him and Alex had after this shoot to maintain while also taking a dinner break. Yet what caught you off guard was how comfortable you felt being so close to him, your arms touching every time you breathed, his gaze so trained onto you that it held you confused as to why you reacted to negatively to the man before. Slowly looking over to Alex who was already looking between the two of you with a knowing smile.

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Since then the dynamic had changed in the office, or at least between you and Spencer. You both were closer (if that was thought possible by the rest of the staff), so close in fact that you both were called into Ian, Anthonys, and HR's office that morning.

"Hey guys," Ian greeted, albeit a bt awkwardly as he looked between the two of you. Anthony offered a wave from behind the desk as well, it felt as is your parents were sitting you down for a talk, your cheeks painted pink as you looked at Spencer to only find support as he shrugged and leaned in saying, "Seems like we are the ones in trouble for once, what are we going to do superstar?"

And all you can do his shove him away playfully, refusing to look at Ian and Anthony as soon as papers came onto the table. "So... before we get started. You both have been doing amazing work, both together and a part but this is not a promotional meeting," Ian began before Anthony took over, they seemed to have rehearsed this...

"We are, as well as HR, who deemed that it might be easier to talk to us that you two are potentially seeing each other, and there is nothing wrong with that! We just need to know if you need to swap departments," Anthony says looking at you. You rapidly shake your head, laughing away the sweat that is building on your palms, rubbing them on your pant legs now refusing to look at Spencer, nervous that the crush you had been harbouring for some time now was being forced into the light.

Spencer also appeared to be refusing to look in your direction as well, stuck in a starring contest with Ian as the room laid in wait before Spencer spoke up, "We are not, formally, seeing one another, though I do enjoy spending time with them outside of work, as I hope they do too?'

"Yes, of course I do. I don't see you as my boss when we sit and eat out like that Spence," you mention to only received a raised brow that has your eyes widening at your word choice... should've just said outside of work, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Your cheeks have never burned so hard, your nails digging into your pant leg only for a hand to rest on top of them, easing you to relax. And by trailing your eye up to a tattooed arm that you would kill to colour in, you stop dead in your tracks at the hint of a smile on Spencers lips before you both are dismissed without signing a singular paper (or at least yet, you hope).

"Only at dinner, huh?" Spencer presses as soon as the door closes but you keep on walking in front of him as he jogs in front of you, causing you to pause in your steps. The cubicles are now all left empty as everyone has left for lunch, you two are the only ones in this way to large of a room, yet it does not seem large enough for the conversation you are about to unpack.

"... what do you want me to say, Spencer?" you press back, dodging the question successfully for a round as Spencer takes a step back, hands raising slightly from his sides. "I'm just curious where else I would be your boss outside of work if dinners are the only thing that counts..."

"Spencer!" you whisper shout, mind already going into the nooks and crannies you did your best to hide. You looked around but had not yet felt uncomfortable by the converssation, only the unbearable heat starting to crawl up your skin as his harm drapes itself over his forehead. His buttoned shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his signature leather boots creak as he shifts his weight. He seems as bothered as you are right now... as he cannot stand still....

"Oh... I see now," Spencer begins, his low tone has you moving closer to grasp onto his next words, your heart races, your brain a bit fuzzy but you don't feel nervousness or the least bit scared. In fact, you feel freer than ever in this moment, unloading what you desperately tried to hide for so long. "...where else do you hear my voice telling you what to do outside of work?" Spencer continues, keeping his tone even as you meet eyes catching a flickering of surface level genuine curiosity mixed with something, deeper, almost hidden...

You gasp, Spencer tilts his head, putting that little sound to memory as he waits for you to take the next step closer and you invite yourself to. You can feel the heat coming from his body, you both stand so close, you chests brushing up against one another, your breath hitching as he fixes his hair while staring at you. "Spencer..." your voice worries yet comes off as a whine, "What?" Spencer asks softly, still allowing you control that has you really questioning of going back inside that office and signing those damn papers.

"We can't do this right now, here in the office, please," you manage to get out behind your brain imagining every scenario where you press him up against a white wall and not kiss him all over to you both are breathless. "But outside?" Spencer asks once more, "Outside of dinner?" Spencer presses further as you only nod once, "yeah, outside," you confirm before taking a step back as he does the same, swallowing harshly and playing with his hair once more.

"Okay then," Spencer confirms.

"Okay then," you copy and for the remaining day in the office. You are sitting awkwardly in chairs, fingers aching to put your digital signature to the e-document as you keep sneaking glances at one another. It does not help when his phone buzzes in your lap that has you startling upright during the end of a shoot (thankfully).

The car ride back was even more tense, you both car-pooled often, living in the same building but watching him out of the corner of your eye as you changed the stick-shift, his arm, showing off his inner arm tattoos came to close to your hand, just teasing its way to your leg, you quickly parked, feeling that you were squirming in your chair, utterly restless.

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You both barely managed to get into the apartment and lock the door before your hands were on one another, breaths equally catching and being saved. Spencer groaned against your touch as you fell weak at the knees and fell back onto the couch where he met you and watching his cage you in, leaning in closer and closer, the documents lingered on your mind that had you presses your hands to his chest.

Spencer immediately stood up, "You doing alright, darling? Did I do something wrong?" your heart raced even more. "We, I- need to sign those papers right now before we continue..." you point between the two of you, intently looking up at his pink lips, "...this," you breathe out as Spencer sits down on the coffee table, feeling around for his phone as you both scramble to put your e-signatures on while also claiming sick leave... for you both would not be showing up tomorrow morning either once feeling his lips and the caress of his skin against your own.

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─ · · A/N: 😮‍💨 whew... umm... No Part 2's on this one! (sorry)

─ · · SPENCER AGNEW TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics @little-stitious-studios @thejourneyneverendsx @sibsteria @lizzylynch1 @babble2 @delaneyburghardt

[mochinomnoms]

Hello I saw your event and got interested! I was wondering if you could do #24 with Idia (romantic, fluff, and suggestive if possible) with fem!reader?

idia shroud x f!reader [tags] – romantic, fluff, suggestive [wc} – 3, 241 prompt 24: “I'm so happy that you confessed first.” “Why?” “If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.” notes - the only way to write idia is kind pathetic like a wet cat. i love pathetic men a floral inconvenience

According to legend, a Japanese emperor gave blue hydrangeas to the girl he loved, to apologize for neglecting her and to show how much he really cared for her. Their petal shape resembles a beating heart. 

Idia thinks that he was cursed in a past life for doing something awful. Maybe he kidnapped someone’s kid and tried to kill them. Maybe he tried to overthrow the gods and take over himself, but failed miserably. Or maybe, worst of all: broke someone’s limited-edition, vintage Tokyo Mew Mew Ichigo figurine. 

He sure as the underworld that he did something, why else would he be puking up hanahaki flowers like some cringey Canon x Reader fanfic? 

“Big Bro! You really should go to the school infirmary, the petals and stems can cause irritation and damage to the trachea and nasopharynx if not treated properly!”

Ortho was currently hovering over him, fretting like a mother hen over her chick. How ironic, Idia thought as he picked at the petals still in his teeth, it was for the little brother to be caring for the elder. 

“Why do that when I can just have the school delivery bots bring me medicine. Then I won’t have to interact with anyone, I’d literally DIE if anyone saw me like this…”

Especially if the Prefect saw him. The image of her sweet face, and beaming smile…like a scene from a shoujo manga, flooded his mind. He could practically hear her voice, full of concern, asking, “Are you okay, Idia?”

Idia fell into a sneezing fit, petals flying from his mouth and nose as his sneezes continued, one after the other, until he was also thrown into a hoarse, wet-sounding cough. 

“Big Bro! That’s it, you’re going to the nurse!” Ortho, despite being quite small, grabbed Idia by the back of his striped pajama shirt, much like one grabs a wet cat by the scruff of its neck. 

“UUuuuuuuuuuughghuguguguhidonwannaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHh!” Idia cried out in a whiney, high-pitched tone. 

His brother, perhaps taking pity on his brother, took the shortcut to the infirmary, cutting directly pass the buildings and fields as Idia’s arms and legs loosely flew like cooked spaghetti noodles. Flying through the window that Nurse Goethel often kept open for fresh air, Ortho plopped Idia into a spare bed, who collapsed like a ragdoll into the thin mattress. 

“I’ll go check you in with the Nurse, I’ll be right back, please make yourself comfortable Idia!”

Idia gave a muffled grumble as a response, shoving his face further into the hard surface of the bed with a sense of dread. He could hear Ortho speak with Goethel at her desk. 

Well, he thought, at least she won’t see me looking all gross and lovesick like some normie—

“Idia, oh my god, are you sick?” 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—”

A shrill, ear-splitting shriek left his mouth as the flames of his hair blew up into a blazing hot pink. Idia bolted him, a sharp pain hitting the top of his head as he heard you yelp. As he rubbed the pained spot, Idia noticed that you too were rubbing your chin. Oh Sevens, he hit your chin with his big, stupid head. 

“Ooowwwww, damn Idia, you hit hard…” you hissed, though you gave him a sweet smile in reassurance. 

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have scared you…though why are you covered in flowers?”

Idia froze, debating on whether or not he should open his mouth and potentially say something damning, or just stay quiet and hope you’d just get weirded out and leave. 

“Because he’s an idiot who didn’t come to immediately see me at the first petal cough!” 

The nurse came up to Idia with a disapproving glare, handing you a clipboard and pen before slipping on a clean pair of gloves. 

“Prefect, please check the boxes for every symptom I find. I believe I know what it is, but we need to check all our bases.” 

Idia peeked at you from the corner of his eye as you smiled at him, waving your fingers as the nurse whispered a spell to turn her magic pen into a makeshift flashlight. 

“Now, open up and say ‘ah’ so I can see what those flowers are doing to you.” 

Following her instructions, Idia tried his best to be a cooperative and willing patient, if just to get out of here faster. Unfortunately, your presence only seemed to make it harder to do so, as hydrangea flowers bloomed from the pores of his skin, focusing particularly around his hands and neck. 

The nurse, he’s sure, could also see the magic sparkles forming as a new bouquet formed through his throat and shot up his mouth. She tsked, leaning back to allow Idia to hack out the now decent sized hydrangea bouquet. They were a vibrant blue, much like his hair. 

“Ah, go, go on and let it out.” The nurse waved a hand at Ortho. “Dear, please fetch your brother a cup of the tea I have brewing at my desk. Prefect? Please note that the patient has no evidence of root growth in his throat.”

“Root growth!? Is my brother going to be okay?” Ortho worriedly rushed over, the tea spilling over the rim of the foam cup. “Is it a curse or disease? Is my brother growing a plant in his lungs!?”

“Ortho, you scanned me earlier this week, remember?” Idia hoarsely replied, taking the tea to gingerly sip at it. “Nothing in ‘em, or my stomach ‘cept ramen noods.”

“A WEEK?!” The three of you flinched at the shrill gasp of Goethel, who was glaring daggers at Idia. “Mr. Shroud, you’ve been sick with an unknown flora disease and you didn’t even bother to let the staff know? What if you were contagious!!”

Idia shrank into himself as he whispered, “It’s not like I leave my room…” 

“Bateria or the pollen could’ve gotten into the air vents and infected the rest of your dorm, ugh.” The nurse sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before addressing you. “Miss Y/N, if you mark down the lack of root growth, fever, and magical origin of the flowers, what do you get?”

He watched as you flipped through the clipboard, smile slightly faltering as you read one of the papers. You cleared your face briefly, before smiling politely back at the nurse and Idia.

“Based on everything, it seems that Idia most likely has the flower sickness, also known as the love sickness, petal fever, or, most commonly, hanahaki.”

Idia cringed at the cold, monotone sound of your voice. Now he’d done it. You knew, somehow you knew that he had the biggest, fattest, most twitterpated-full crush on you. No, crush was understated. He had dreams of you, the cringiest, domestic fantasy-based shit where he’d imagine you, waking up in bed with him back at the Island of Woe. You had given him a sleepy smile as you curled into side, naked. With a smile and a kiss to his lips, dream you turned over to hover over him, trailing small kisses and love bites down his body, further and further as you whispered to him, over and over, “I love you, Idia—”

A queasy, dizzying feeling fell over Idia as a particularly painful croup caused him to double over and vomit last night's dinner alongside blue, heart-shaped petals. 

“Idia!”

“Big Brother!”

“Shroud—Prefect, hold his hair back! Ortho, grab the trashcan, I’ll go get some cleaning supplies and new sheets.”

Nurse Goethel barked orders to the other two, who quickly jumped into action. Idia could feel a shiver as he felt your hands softly grasp his flaming hair, fingers grazing his cheek as you tucked his bangs behind his ears. He could barely make out your coos, no doubt comforting him. You must be disgusted seeing him like this, having to care for a sopping wet cat of a man. Ortho was holding the trash can, right on time for Idia to hurl some more flowers and stomach acid. 

“Oh, Idia…you poor thing.” You whispered into his ear, unintentionally causing his body to warm up and a chill go down his spine to settle in his abdomen. He was very aware that if he turned his head to look at you, he’d get a faceful of your chest like some harem isekai protag, the thought making him warm further and his tips pink again. 

“I didn’t realize you were feeling this bad, Idia…” Ortho murmured, guilt in his voice. “I should’ve brought you sooner…”

“N-no…” Idia gravelly replied, wiping his mouth clean. “It’s not your fault Ortho, don’t beat yourself over it.”

Ortho still looked guilty, but nodded in affirmation, glancing at briefly at the Prefect. His gaze flitted between the two, and Idia could briefly see Ortho’s eyes go blank, as they did when searching through his knowledge database.

“Miss Prefect!” Ortho chirped, voice now perky much to Idia’s concern. “May I ask for a spare infirmary shirt for my brother? He must be very uncomfortable in his soiled one!”

Idia was now firmly and acutely aware of your hands still on him, thumb rubbing soothingly into his temple. 

“Oh, of course Ortho.” You moved away, hands hovering for just a moment, as you replied, “They’re in the storage, I’ll be right back!”

Idia watched as you walked away into the infirmary storage. Ortho did as well, waiting until you were out of earshot to excitedly whisper, “Idia! I know it’ll be an easy fix!”

“Huh?” Idia rose an eyebrow at his brother, confusion setting in.

“It’s a love sickness, and you love the Prefect—Idia stop looking at me like that—so if you confess to them, the flowers will go away!”

Idia was still giving Ortho a horrified look, as he continued. 

“Based on the timing of your reactions in correlation with close proximity within the Prefect, along with your increased heart rate at their touch, speech, and glances, and the fact that the Prefect stated on December 15th at 11:18:53 pm that she likes hydrangeas, she is the cause of the sickness. Right?”

“Ortho!’ Idia hissed, grabbing at his brother to shut him up despite Ortho not technically having a mouth. 

“Quiet down, this isn’t some otome game where I can cheat and look online for the right responses. Did you see how she reacted earlier when she found out it was hanahaki, how disappointed she looked? There’s no way Y/N—I mean the Prefect, didn’t connect the dots. 

“But, Big Brother!” Ortho whined, “Based on her heart rate and increased body temperature—”

“No is no, Ortho! It’s not going to be such an easy fix, I’ll just get rejected!”

“Technically speaking—” Idia and Ortho both jumped at the nurse’s voice, who was coming back from storage with clean linens. The Prefect followed with a new shirt.

“—you don’t need your beloved to accept your feelings, just confess them. Though it’s quite rare that it’s not reciprocated.”

The nurse motioned for Idia to get up as the Prefect handed him the shirt. She began taking the sheets off as the nurse addressed the two brothers. 

“Mr. Shroud, if you are insisting on keeping this sickness intact for fear of rejection, then I will have to ask Professor Crewel for some more potent ingredients for your prescription. Little Shroud?”

“Oh, yes Nurse Goethel?” 

“I could use your assistance, please come with me, Miss Y/N will tend to your brother,” She had a smug tone and smirk as she said this, motioning for Ortho to follow. “Mr. Shroud, please have no worry, she makes an excellent student nurse!” 

Idia let out a defeated, low, whiney groan as he moped over behind one of the privacy screens. You remained quiet as you collected the dirty sheets. He could hear Goethel’s footsteps and Ortho’s fans fade away as they left further and further down the hall. Idia yanked his shirt off, slipping the clean one over his head, noting it was a tad bit too small. He grumbled in annoyance as he pulled the shirt down to cover his stomach. 

“Idia?”

“Eeep!” Idia yelped, your voice coming from right behind the screen. “Y-yes?”

“Are you done changing? I can take your shirt to the hamper.”

He hummed in response, peeking his hand from behind the screen with the shirt in hand. As you took the shirt and walked away, Idia slowly moved to look at you. Once he was sure your eyes were firmly ahead (and briefly taking a look at your ass), he launched himself back into bed, the smell of clean linen filling his nose. 

Idia sighed, a faux exhaustion settling into his bones as he sunk into the bed. He tensed as he felt you sit on the edge to this right. 

“Idia?” you hummed as he closed his eyes to focus on the darkness behind them, instead of you worried expression. 

He hummed in response. 

“Nurse Goethel said that the remedy is actually quick and easy, right?”

He hummed again.  

“You’ll just keep coughing hydrangeas until you do something, right?”

“...Yea.” Idia replied in a monotone voice. 

You sighed, a bit in frustration he thinks. “So?”

“...So?”

“Why don’t you?” You stretched out the last vowel with a questioning sound.

“Why don’t I?” Idia mimicked you. 

"Why don't you just confess?"

“Wha?” He yelped, looking at you like you’d grown heads like a hydra. “W-what do y-you mean, confess!? Are you crazy?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “It would help, wouldn’t it? And Nurse Goethel said it’s rare for it to not be reciprocated, so what do you have to lose?”

“First of all, what’s left of my dignity. Second, I’m not some ML in a romance manhwa. And, third!” Idia straightened up to look you in the eyes, a burst of confidence filling his veins in pure frustration and annoyance. “There’s no way that anyone would be interested in some loser like me, so what’s the point—”

“But I like you!”

Silence fell between you two as the realization of your words settled into both your minds. You, with a growing blush and look of embarrassment, and Idia gaping at you like a fish out of water.”

“Huh.”

“I said,” You murmured, twiddling with the ends of your hair. “That I like you. A lot. I think you’re really fun to be around, you’re even though you're shy and kinda geeky, you’re really passionate about the stuff you like. Idia.”

Your hand reached for his, hesitantly like you were afraid you’d burn him. As you laced your fingers together, Idia felt a lump form in his throat. He kept silent though, watching as you smiled shyly. 

“You’re sweet to your brother, and I notice, to me sometimes too. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you coming out to class more often so we could hang? I missed you this week…it was really lonely without you, even with all my friends.”

Still holding his hand, you leaned in closer to his face, looking at him earnestly. Was this real? Did he unlock a secret route with you without noticing? Why did you keep looking at his lips? OMG WAS THIS REAL—

“Idia,” You snapped him out of his thoughts as the distance between you two kept closing. “If the person you like doesn’t return your feelings, then they didn’t deserve you in the first place. I’ll be there to support you, even if you don’t like me the same way, I’ll always care for you as your friend—”

“But it is you.” Idia blurted out. Whether it was due to a mysterious burst of energy or just a slip of the tongue, he didn’t know. 

“W-what! Idia, you don’t have to try and make me feel—” you tried to stutter an excuse, cheeks pink like the fiery tips of his hair. 

“It’s you! I got this cause of you, cause I knew—I thought,” Idia started to ramble, getting up to grab you by the shoulders and shake. “I thought that you couldn’t like some weirdo like me. Are you telling me I could’ve snatched an SSR level kiss scene with you at any time??!!”

It was your turn to be shocked, a bewildered look in your eyes and Idia rapidly spoke, taking little breaths between sentences.

“Do you know what you do to me?? The thoughts, the dreams I have about you? I see you and get all hot and bothered and you’re telling me that I didn’t have to be some maidenless normie this entire time? I could’ve been lockin’ lips and getting my dick we—”

A sharp shriek leaving Idia’s mouth was muffled as you shoved your lips into his, effectively shutting up his rant. He whimpered as you swiped your tongue along his lips, deepening the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Idia, perhaps in the throes of passion, or not wanting to miss out on this once in a lifetime pull, reciprocated, albeit with a nervous hesitation. 

You seemed to approve, pressing your chest against his as your mouth moved against his, tongues dancing and moans being shared between half taken breaths. His hands hovered over you until you let go of his neck to guide his hands and place them over your hips. An arousing moan left your lips as your hands gently pushed his chest. 

Idia’s world slightly shifted as he fell back first into the bed, your hair creating a curtain as you separated from him. A line of shiny spit followed you, breaking as he gasped for breath while you leaned back down to press kisses against his neck, flowering the disappearing hydrangeas. 

He yelped as your teeth scraped a particularly sensitive spot, opening his mouth to blurt out, “I'm so happy that you confessed first.” 

You let out a breathless giggle, turning your head and resting your chin on his neck to look up at him with, he swears on the Star Rouge sequel, hearts in your eyes. “Why?” 

“If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.” Idia chuckled, “I’m sorry you have to deal with such a coward like me.”

“Idia.” You firmly responded, “Don’t. I like you as you are. We’re both young, we have time to grow. I’ll grow with you, if you’ll have me?

Looking down at you, practically on top of him, Idia opened his mouth to tease your softness, and suddenly froze. The mortifying, though wonderful he had to admit, scene was dawning on him as his entire body heated up and turned red. 

“Uuuuuwwwwwahaaahahahahaha—you’reontopofmethere’sagirlontopofmeisthisanewlevelinyourouteIdidn’tprepareforthis—mmmfph!”

You effectively shut him up with another kiss to his lips, smiling as Idia was shocked into silence with a dopy, wobbly smile forming on his lips.

“Relax, Idia, I’ll take the lead on all the romance stuff until you get the hang of it. For now you can be my player two!”

Idia snorted, smirking at you as he teased, “That’s such a cringey thing to say~”

“You say things like that all the time!” 

The two of you shared a soft laugh, unaware of the audience of two at the door watching. Ortho recorded the memory for the wedding he was already planning in his head, while the nurse muttered to herself about wasting time gathering ingredients for a prescription potion she no longer needed. Despite this, she smiled, happy that her little words of encouragement to the Prefect earlier worked. 

[navstuffs]

Traffic stop

Pairing: Rookie!Leon Kennedy x BustyF!Reader

Summary: Your sports bra malfunctions during a traffic stop with a shy rookie cop.

Warnings: au obvs, happens in raccoon city, wrote with a busty reader in mind but anyone can read it, shy!leon, accidental exposure, suggestive themes, speeding (DRIVE SAFE PEOPLE!!)

Author's Notes: kudos to my husband for giving me the idea/title. if anyone would like to write a smut version of this, i also wouldn't mind, just let me know! i do have another plan for re2 leon in works cause he is my baby. hope you enjoy your reading!

my leon's masterlist | part 2

It is still hot, you think as you exit the gym after an exhausting leg day. You decide to wear your sports bra while driving home since your car's air conditioner has not worked since you bought it. You always think you will have money to fix it or even buy a new car, but you must work with what you have now.

You sigh, throwing your bag and your shirt on the backseat. The pain in your legs will only worsen, so you decide to drive fast to get home, shower, and relax. And oh, yes, hope the wind provides some sort of comfort on your face. Placing your sunglasses in your eyes, you start going, mentally praying you wouldn't see any cop.

But of course, this isn't your lucky day.

Not even ten minutes on the road, the sound of the siren from a car of Raccoon City P.D. is behind you. You groan an audible no, asking mentally what you did to deserve this.

"Perfect. Great," Your murmur.

You pull into a nearby parking lot, take the paperwork from the glove compartment and throw it in the passenger seat, the air already getting stagnant inside the car, making you sweat.

Your eyes roam to the rearview mirror, wondering where the heck that cop was, when you notice the zipper of your sports bra is half open. You attempt to zip it, but it immediately unzips it again, leaving half of your cleavage exposed. You think it doesn't look bad, so you leave it alone. It is not like you were driving topless anyway.

With droplets of sweat on your forehead, you see the cop coming out in your driver-side mirror. Finally, you think as he takes his sweet time to get to you. He looks young. He seems to take a breath before walking to your car, pulling his pants up and his other hand on his gun, and even someone who doesn't understand anything about cops would know this guy is a rookie.

He approaches slowly and carefully, analyzing your old car, and when he finally stops by your window, the first thing you catch is a pair of innocent blue eyes. Staring right at you.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." You read the name tag Leon Kennedy as his eyes go from your face to your sports bra half open. Officer Leon probably has a great view since your car is on the lower side. He gulps, you don't know if nervousness or something else, then stares directly above your head.

"Afternoon."

"Do you know how fast you were going?" Oh, this one is definitely a rookie, with his voice still showing some nervousness.

"Yeap, I know."

You really don't want to prolong this more than it should, and the way Leon Kennedy seems to stare everywhere except you proves he wants the same.

"Look. I was just trying to get home. Just issue the ticket, and I will be on my way. I will behave, I promise."

That clearly sounded more seductive than you meant to be. You don't judge yourself as a woman who could get out of a ticket by flirting; honestly, you didn't care at this moment. Your whole body is getting sweaty and sticky, with a few drops of sweat coming down from your neck, and your legs are literally pulsating with pain. It is worth trying.

And just for the right timing, you feel a single drop of sweat coming down from your neck to your cleavage. Leon Kennedy's blue eyes follow the trail until the drop disappears inside your bra top, and he gulps, licking his lips.

Well, you may be one of those women who can get away from a ticket by flirting.

"License and breas— I mean, car registration, please."

Leon thanks mentally you don't seem to hear his mispronunciation. You grunt, impatience, turning to grab your documents for Leon. When you turn back at him to hand them, your zipper finally gives up, opening it up completely. It is a nice feeling at first, the same feeling you have from having your boobs released after a long day.

For a moment, you both don't move, too mortified. Officer Leon Kennedy is now staring, really staring, at your boobs. He doesn't even attempt to look away, his face entirely red as a tomato. Your immediate reaction is to try to close the zipper, but it seems it had enough. Leon finally turns around, mumbling an apology.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry, Officer!" You groan as you give up on zipping, going for the shirt under your bag in the back seat. 

"It-it is fine!" Leon rushes to say, his voice going high a few tones. If this wasn't embarrassing as it was, you would have laughed at the poor rookie's reaction. But now, great, you were probably going to be arrested for public indecency. You finally find a towel, a medium one, that might work. You cover yourself as best as you can.

After Leon gives you a few moments of privacy, he turns back to face you, and you know, by the expression on his face, you are doomed. You were probably getting arrested for trying to seduce a cop-out of a ticket. 

"You can go, ma'am."

"What? Like that?" You wonder before stopping yourself.

"Well, y-yeah. I can see you have much bigger problems to deal with it. Have a good day."

Leon gives you one good final look, a strange glow in his eyes. It seems he wants to say something else, but the moment passes. Leon gives you a slight smirk, his face still red, and walks back to his car.

You watch Leon drive away, your gazes somewhat crossing before he disappears into traffic. You sigh, the external heat forgotten, hoping this isn't your last encounter with Leon Kennedy.

[tojisun]

simon is a thirst trap king okay ???

especially in a relationship with you. he loovveesss sending thirst trap videos and pics cause he's a fucking whore and he LOVES your reactions.

imagine he sends you this video of himself walking in the rain in a thin t-shirt that hugs his muscles:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8JJerVp/

I'M S(CREAMING) 🛐🛐🛐🛐

also simon lowkey has a tik tok where he posts these thirst traps because YOU want him to 😭

OH MY GODDD

im giggling but simon is a thirst trap king for sure!! his body is great, with the scars and all, and he knows it and i love that so much!

it starts with a gym pic—a black compression shirt, some shorts, and his beautiful tatted delts on display. has your mouth watering so you send him appreciative comments, chirping how he looks good and that wow he should really come home soon. (he did lol)

then it exploded into something permanent when you posted it on your socials—“ribbon challenge with my man” and it’s him tearing through the pink bow on his bicep by flexing, and people, rightfully so, are interesteddd

he starts an account per your suggestion, and every post a video he’s already sent you so he always dedicates them to you. he always tags your user in every post, and there are no hashtags or anything, and he limits the comments to only you because you’re truly the only target audience he needs 🙂‍↕️

sure his friends start featuring in them (number one liked video was when he dumped his phone on price and this man was so sleep deprived, he thought he’s on a facetime call or smthn and just started murmuring, “hey. yeah how are you?” (this greeting is just muscle memory) “sorry i can’t hear you well because the kids (he means the boys) are loud but when are they not. hello? i cant hear you—” he brought the phone close to his forehead. “hello? simon! the call’s been dropped, i think!”) but it’s always videos of him flexing, or showing off his back, or his tits to you first then to the masses LOL

but yea this man thirst traps well. needs to tease you first, you know?

(you start retaliating and, well, simon can no longer let the lads borrow his phone)

[quixotical-lymbo]

HIIII, could you write a short fic about Wukong x Macaque x afab reader (cause reader would most likely be the one to get pregnant except if one of the other two would shapeshift but idk)

basically debating or not if they should have kids? like one is on the fence, the other is totally for it and one has literally never thought about that before 😭 (just chaotic ASF)

please with whipped cream and a cherry on top !! and if not it's ok :3

Pairing: Wukong x afab!Reader x Macaque Rating: SFW-ish Summary: Getting ready for bed leads to a discussion about a potential next step in your relationship with your partners.  Warnings/Tags: Wukong himself is a warning, suggestive themes but not very explicit, chaotic, fluff, typical arguments of you know who, topics of pregnancy and children. Word Count: 1900+ words 

You ducked your head and spat the remains of toothpaste and spit into the sink bowl, only to raise your head to face your reflection in the mirror. You glanced over your face to make sure there was no trace of toothpaste left before turning the faucet off and placing your toothbrush in the nearby cup along with two brushes within it. 

You hadn't even taken two steps inside your shared bedroom before hearing the hushed whispers between your lovers—it was a rare sight to see both monkey's in the same bed. Both were wearing the pajamas you specifically bought for nights like these—where the three of you had enough time to spend it together, even if that meant just sleeping within each other's vicinity.

Macaque wore a two-piece pajama set; a t-shirt with dark purple pants that had stars littering the pant legs. Wukong had a brighter nightgown with a sun symbol knitted on the chest area, a nightcap, and insisted on getting the eye mask with realistic eye designs on them. 

Although these peaceful night's weren't always…peaceful. That was to be expected.

Macaque's smirking scowl and Wukong's frown gave you enough hints to know that whatever they were talking about was something semi-serious. You cleared your throat before giggling at the sigh of them scrambling to look like they hadn't finished a heated debate for the past five minutes.

You crawled onto the bed and laid within the free space between them. Wukong turned to face you as did Macaque. The latter brought the blankets up to cover all three of you before the lights were turned off. 

Soft, slow exhales filled the silence. You were ambushed by the warmth on both of your sides, Macaque's arm possessively thrown over your torso and Wukong's tail snaked around your leg as he held your bicep gently.

Your eyes stared at the ceiling above, recalling the events of the day as your breathing slowed with every fleeting memory. Your vision blurred before the darkness consumed your thoughts and you began to lose feeling in your fingers. The heavy, comfortable weight of exhaustion finally had its hold on you. 

"...?" 

Your eyes fluttered open as you lazily turned to the monkey who had called your name ever so gently, as if afraid of startling you awake. You found a pair of pretty golden eyes staring back at you in the dark, the sight causing you to hum–urging him to continue. Beside you, the hand on your bicep squeezed lightly as Wukong tensed up. 

"Macaque…" Wukong's warning tone woke up a bit. The confusion added with the sudden tension that settled in the room made you nervous. 

"Huh?" You were left even more gobsmacked than before. Perhaps you didn't hear him right. "Do I want…lids?" 

"Do you want kids?"

"No, no, sweet stuff." Macaque kissed the side of your head, his words tickling your earlobe as he murmured into your ear. "Kids. Do you want them?" 

"Where is this coming from?" 

"Yeah, we'd looove to know," Wukong drawled as he sat up, his eyes narrowing at his dark-furred counterpart. "It's not like some of us have to wake up early tomorrow, oh noooo, let's drop an entire mountain of a topic on us and not sleep for the rest of the night." 

Macaque clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes, "You're exaggerating." 

"Exaggerating?! You're the one who-!" 

"-guys, guys, calm down," Your sharp voice silenced the two as you moved to sit up with Wukong. The aforementioned simian clamped his trap shut as he laid his head against your shoulder, Macaque was the only one still laying—his arm now stroking shapes on your belly. "Mac, babe, is this a actual question or are you just horny-" 

 "Serious." Macaque interjected. 

"-Alright," You sighed as you rolled your head on your shoulders. You mumbled a quick apology to Wukong as your head bumped against his. "Guess we're doing this now…my honest answer? I dunno, never really gave kids a lot of thought…what about you guys?" 

"Kids are okay," Wukong admitted. "I mean, look at MK, he's great and all…but a baby? Raising an actual child is a lot more difficult than one might think."

"Like you know anything about raising a child," Macaque snickered as he peeked around your body to smirk as Wukong sent a heated glare his way. "I know it might be difficult for most people to actually be responsible, but for me? I could take such good care of our child, sugarplum." 

Macaque continued. His hand ran up and down your thigh as he slowly rose to lay most of his weight against you. Your brow rose in amusement at the glint shimmering in Macaque's eye. "Think about how cute they would be, our mini me running around the house and-"

"-...causing a mess, like a certain troublemaker I know," Wukong interrupted. "Look, hun, I would love nothing more for OUR-" Macaque didn't have time to react before you were yanked out of his hold and pulled into the king's lap. "-kid to exist, but aren't MK and Mei enough right now? Heh-...I mean, think about how much they are…like imagine me but smaller, cuter, and ten times more-" 

"-smellier? Yeah, what a nightmare that'd be," Macaque grabbed you by your ankles. You squealed before laughing as you were pulled underneath Macaque, who hovered over you with his hands groping the meat of your thighs. Macaque grinned wildly as he leaned down, "If he thinks having a kid is too much for him, then he won't have to worry about that for a couple of months since you'll be having my kid first." 

"Slow down, tall, dark and handsome…you haven't even taken me to dinner yet," You teased as you reached up to caress the side of his face. 

Macaque's content filled sigh sounded heavenly as he melted against your touch—such affection that could leave him in that weakened and vulnerable state. Macaque nuzzled his cheek into the softness of your palm. 

Wukong's face scrunched up at this display before he slapped his hand over Macaque's face and pushed him out of your frame of view. He too began hovering over your laid form while he hissed at Macaque, "Who said you'll be having the baby first? This is a joint decision between all of us! Don't be selfish, bud." 

Macaque chuckled as he swatted Wukong's hand away, "You seem pretty against the idea of having a kid, no point in involving you since you won't be the one carrying." 

"Psh, well, who would want a kid now of all time or with you? We just got finished with the whole end-of-the-universe situation and barely had a break since and you want a kid now?!" Wukong threw his arms in the air. 

"Is there going to be another chance for us–all of us–to be together like this? I dunno, before another disaster starts again? You know just as much as me that this 'calm before the storm' is not going to last forever," Macaque snapped back. "And I much rather spend that time knowing I'm doing everything I've ever wanted to do with them, and what does that say about you? Oh right, always the one to hide away and never confront his problems, typical Wukong—thinking only about himself and his interests." 

"Ha! my 'interests' are what keeps us safe and thinking rationally! Obviously that means 'm the more responsible one here!" Wukong bared his teeth, his tail swishing behind him in short, swift bursts. 

"That's a first, congratulations."

"Oh, you pretentious fuck-" 

Before you could stop them, hisses and snarls were unleashed as Wukong launched himself at Macaque and tackled him off of the bed. You rolled onto your stomach and pulled yourself to peer over the edge to watch the two of them duke it out. You rested your face in your hand half-relieved that they were 'play' fighting instead of actually tearing each other's throats out. You winced as Wukong put Macaque in a headlock, but Macaque managed to escape long enough to flip their positions. You ducked just in time as Wukong's nightcap flew past your head. 

"Hey! Watch it!" You spoke, but your words fell on deaf ears as Macaque got pinned for the nth time with Wukong's hands squeezing at his throat. 

It was safe to say the argument wasn't over even when they continued to tumble around on the carpet. 

"-and you're only thinking with that tiny thing between your legs-"

"Oh? That tiny thing that had you choking so hard you were cu-" 

"-GUYS!" 

The two monkeys stopped and turned their heads to stare at your unimpressed face, Wukong's nightcap hanging loosely from your index finger. Sheepishly, the two crawled off of each other and knelt before you. You leaned forward and placed Wukong's cap back on before rubbing the underside of his chin, the king's face turned to mush as he was left leaning forward when you pulled your hand away to run it through Macaque's hair. 

"Look, I see both sides. I get that we might not have enough time as we do now, but there's no need to rush something so…important." You admitted, your eyes straining in the dark to carefully observe their expressions.

Macaque's eyes strayed from yours as Wukong's chest slightly puffed out. A sigh left your lips while your rehearsal of playing mediator for both sides ran in your mind. "I'm happy that you're ready to participate in such a big commitment with us, Macaque, but right now? Everything is fine and we definitely need to talk more about this than just deciding to have kids without a proper discussion-" 

"HA-!" 

"-but, on the off chance that something does happen then I'm not entirely against having a child right now." The corner of your lip twitched upward as Wukong deflated. It was Macaque's turn to stare smugly at Wukong.

You shook your head and slipped off of the edge of the bed to sit before the two, wrapping your arms around each of their heads as you brought them close to rest your head against theirs. "Wukong, I need you to know that even if we aren't ready for such a responsibility right now, at least we'll have each other…right? And when have you ever shied away from the chance to be irresponsible?" 

Wukong let out a breathless chuckle as Macaque snort made your grin stretch. 

"This is…different." 

"Yes, it can be scary and something we'll never be ready for…but I'll be glad knowing I'm doing it with you two," You lowered your hands from their head to their cheeks and planted a kiss on Wukong's nose before turning to peck Macaque's temple. Wukong lurched forward to pepper your cheek in kisses as Macaque grabbed a hold of your retreating hand to kiss each knuckle. 

The sweet and tender moment broke as you wiggled from their kisses to ask, "So…are you two gonna kiss and make up now?" 

Wukong and Macaque blinked at you before turning to meet each other's bewildered gazes. 

"Over my dead body," Macaque teased as he grabbed a hold of Wukong's nightgown in his fist.  

"Hmph, that can be arranged again," Wukong taunted as he pushed his forehead against Macaque's. 

You simply watched on as they began to aggressively hug it out. 

What a sight to behold before bed. 

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[theorphicangel]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 | 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: where better for Toji to ponder on his journey of love than during a late night meal with you?

tags: suggestive and allusions/ mentions of sex but no description (18+), fluff :)

Your bedside alarm clock reflected the red numbers of 10:34pm when you finally heard a key through the door.

With aching limbs you manage to escape from the messy and tangled bedsheets. The scent of sweat, sex and his perfume imprinted on your skin. With a shiver, your bare feet meet the cold oak floor as you manage to pick up one of Toji’s shirts.

It was a black shirt, one which was clearly too big for you but that’s what you love about it.

The black fabric reached past your thighs and tickled at your knees which were bruised and marked with his kisses. Before taking another step you took a moment to breathe in Toji’s husky scent mixed with the cologne you had bought for his previous birthday.

What snaps you out of your daze is the call of your name which was muffled by white walls and a closed door. With excitement and yearn, you don’t hesitate to find your way to your lover. He was only gone for a little over thirty minutes yet a minute somehow feels like forever without him.

Opening the bedroom door with a slight creak you’re met with the delicious sight of Toji standing in your open kitchen. The first thing that you notice is that his raven locks are damp, dripping down his neck. His black leather jacket mirrors this, soaked through and through.

“Tried my best not to get the food soaked for ya, s’raining like a bitch out there.”

That’s when you notice white bags sitting on the countertop and the aroma of your favorite takeaway fills the room like a flood. Normally, you would rush over to where Toji stands, more than eager to dig into your food yet instead your figure stands frozen at the view of Toji all soaked and wet in your shared kitchen.

If you could take a snapshot of his figure you most definitely would, the faint ache between your thighs threatening to return for an nth time.

“Why’re ya standing there like an idiot?” Toji mutters, noticing your figure yet not even turning around to look at you. He had noticed your presence almost immediately but was waiting for you to approach and dive into the food. He had gotten your usual order plus a few desserts if you wanted it.

With quiet footsteps you creep towards him and wrap your arms around his waist. The cold and dampness of his leather jacket sharply contrasted with your warm figure, his jacket dampens your shirt causing goosebumps across your body.

“M’ wet, lemme change first.” he tuts. Outloud, he doesn’t say this but the thought of you getting sick did cross his mind.

“Missed you.” It came out as a mumble, barely coherent to him, nothing more but a mere vibration on his back. Yet – and you weren’t sure whether this was due to his previous profession as an assassin – no matter how quiet you were, whether speaking or moving around the house, Toji always heard you.

You teased him for being a super secret spy but really his skills were that defined.

You feel a huff escape from his lungs, “I wasn’t even gone for an hour.”

“Still miss you.”

“Mhmm, you’re a clingy brat aren’t ya?”

“Only for you.” You reply with a smile and before he knows it you’ve peeled away his leather jacket exposing his physic in a black shirt. Sure, that’s a little damp too but you leave him be.

You rest the leather jacket out to dry and a thought passes on whether you should get Toji his more comfortable clothes, as soon as he sees your brows furrow he’s read your mind and waves a hand in decline.

Must be a secret mind reader too.

“I’ll be fine for now, doll.”

The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, a minor hum echoing throughout the house. It’s a small yet modern apartment, perfect for the two of you. Before, Toji was used to bouncing around between homes under a temporary contract but upon meeting you, he finally got the chance to find a space he could call his permanent home.

Toji’s emerald eyes pore over you now, cheeks stuffed with as much food you can muster into your mouth. You’re glowing and happy, he notices, and very comfortable in his shirt. He muses over your features, watching how your nose scrunches up at every taste of explosive flavor and listens to your hums of approval.

He’s staring so much you think that you have something on your face.

You wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand frantically. “What?” you asked, voice muffled as you chewed your food.

Talking with your mouth full would be a classic pet peeve for anyone, but for him, there was nothing which could deter him away from you.

Toji hesitates before responding and you notice a certain gleam in his eye. A gleam that you’ve rarely been a witness to. You can recall maybe three of the times you’ve caught the same look in his eye. Once, during the first time he stayed over and the two of you stayed up talking till the early hours of the morning, you had learned so much about him then.

Another time was just after a session of sex, you swore you were so sweaty and gross at the time but he claims you just looked so pretty at the time.

The only other time you caught onto that gleam was when he had proposed to you. It came out a little rushed and timid from the ex-assassin but the look in his eyes told you all that you needed to know. The man was whipped for you.

Little do you know that there have been numerous moments where that certain gleam appears but you’re just too oblivious to catch on.

“Marry me.”

“I am, idiot.” you mimic his nickname from earlier. The engagement ring sits perfectly on your hand, the ring which Toji had spent months saving up for. Sure it was pricey but not as pricey as the rings for your wedding which he was currently searching for. Maybe he’ll pick up some jobs from Shiu again to afford it, no killings of course.

No, he doesn’t think he could return to that again but perhaps some jobs as a bodyguard would suffice.

“What’re you thinking about?”

You catch him off-guard, a deep furrow of his brows creating a frown. You’ve known Toji for too long to notice that something was wrong.

“Is something wrong with the food?”

“No,” Toji mutters, “I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“You.”

You let out a snort before taking another bite of your food. Again you speak, cheeks full with food.

“You sap.”

“Weren’t ya the one who tried to suffocate me when I was only gone for twenty minutes?”

“Thirty actually.” you correct before taking a bite of your food.

“Who’s counting?”

“Your fiancée.”

Toji can’t help but feel his blood pressure soar at the mere mention of the engagement. There, deep within his gut came a tingling sensation of the newfound emotion of happiness he had found, a sharp realization that this was not just some too good to be true fantasy but you were actually going to be marrying him. And only in a couple months time.

Sure, fiancée sounded great but Toji reckons the sound of you being his wife will do inexplicable things to him.

Toji feels his heart swell just at the thought. “Say yes, again.”

“A thousand times over.”

A small smile appears on his lips, Toji shakes his head, his fork stabbing into the takeout platter next to you. “Who’s the sap now?”

The rest of the meal continues under a light atmosphere, a feeling of warmth continues to gush through Toji’s body. This is exactly where he needs to be and there was no other place where he would rather be. It’s the nights like these that really counts for him.

Nights like these which he wouldn’t exchange for anything else. He can only hope that you feel the same and you easily reassure him with a smile, similar to the one you gave him at your first ever encounter.

If there’s one thing he’ll try his damn hardest to do in this life it’ll be keeping you happy.

Till death do you apart.

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[jenchan-writingmultis]

Twisted Wonderland Boys x Fem Reader in their respective Fairytales (Series)

(Riddle Part two) ─────❅─────

Content Warning: This Fic will be tagged as 16+ since it is a bit suggestive along with mentions of Gorey themes (Azul), it’s very vague. I haven’t finished Book 6 and Book 7 because I’m stuck in Tartarus, but they’re not done here yet. Riddle (Suggestive Themes), Leona (Cussing, Blood mention), Azul (Obsession, Manipulation, Potential Cannibalism? (He eats merpeople who are turned into Polyps). The reason for potential OOC was cause I mixed both the classic Villains with the personality of our beloved boys

Due to the Tumblr Limit, Each one will be divided unfortunately, hopefully it's an easy navigation for all of you!

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First Batch would be: Riddle, Leona, Azul Second Batch would be: Kalim, Idia, Malleus

List of Villains interconnecting with each character:

Riddle = Queen of Hearts

Leona = Scar

Azul = Ursula Riddle Part one

─────❅───── Riddle:

He didn't even notice that his knights kept a close eye on every exchange between you two, although short, there lingers a feeling of longing, especially on your part, the way you looked at their queen definitely wasn’t normal; but Riddle wasn’t normal either, he was too lenient on you. You spilled his favorite tea accidentally, he didn’t get mad, instead, he sighed and had another one made while you apologized profusely to him while patting his shirt with a napkin, the knights were sure they saw their majesty blush!

“I’m telling you man! He’s acting weird!” Ace complained, hugging his pillow while his whole body ached, Riddle went way too harsh on their training, and it got him to run another 20 laps after their usual 10 laps just because he saw him idly chatting with Deuce!

“You’re not wrong, whenever they’re around he seems to be more chill than usual” Deuce said, crossing his arms while he flopped on his bed, his body screamed to slumber but his mind was awake. “Do you think your highness might be…” his thought wandered, snapping out when Ace laughed, “you think he’s smitten?” he finished the sentence, silence filled the room with Deuce’s head working overtime, he placed his hands on the back of his head while he looked at the ceiling, “I think he is”

Unfortunately, during those moments, Riddle was walking around doing rounds on each dorm room, usually this was Cater’s job, but he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to you; thinking about you is distracting and he despised it. So, he decided to have Cater rest early, while he does the rounds himself. The moment he reached Deuce and Ace’s room, he was going to open the door till he heard the murmurs behind it, opening it up, the two still continued, Deuce stopping first stiffening up while Ace babbled his life away, not noticing that the guy that they were gossiping about was behind him.

“You should’ve seen how he stared at them when they were eating Trey’s pastries! It’s like he wanted to smoochy smooch the life out of them!”  Ace laughed, creating smooching noises, not realizing that Deuce was trying his best to signal Ace to stop”

“Oh?” the moment Riddle spoke; a chill ran through Ace’s spine. “Deuce should have seen how I stared at them when they were eating Trey’s pasties as if I wanted to smoochy smooch them?” he questioned, a vein popping on his head as fire burnt on his hand, lighting up the crooked bedroom.

“Sir- “

During that night, Ace was fortunate that he didn’t die, and only was forced to run another 50 laps and do 100 pushups till morning.

Now the reason why Riddle didn’t have Ace killed was the fact that what he said made sense; he was indeed smitten by you, drawn by a unknown force that attracted him to you, he didn’t know what it is, but it felt as if he knew you and he loved you In another world, maybe in your world he did loved you. That’s just a theory though.

While eating with him, the queen put his tea down, the sweet taste of chamomile tea lingered in his tongue, you were getting used to the comfort of the kingdom, although you still want to go back, you were still around your friends, and your boyfriend, who started treating you much better than before, even if you didn’t make any effort to tear down his walls once again.

“I have a question for you” he glanced at you, your etiquette felt familiar as well, the way you hold your tea, the way you carry yourself, it was similar to how he does it, 

“Ask away” You resumed eating your fill.

“is it possible that you might have known me in your world?”

Freezing up, you accidentally choked on some of your food, causing you to go on a coughing fit, Riddle gave you his napkin as you unconsciously took it, tapping your lips as your coughing subsided.

“Yeah…” you said, glancing down, the tablecloth looked pretty right now. “What’s my relationship with you?” he pushed, causing you to get flustered more, you didn’t answer which got him pissed, standing up he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, it wasn’t a rough touch, but it did get you to finally look at him once again. “I won’t let you go till you answer me” he threatened, it sounded bad, but you only loved the attention he was giving you.

“Why do you ask?” pushing his buttons huh? You certainly were bold trying that on the queen of hearts, however, instead of getting mad he chuckled.

He answered though, pressing his fingers on your cheeks “Being around you has caused me to be distracted,” he noticed you looking away from him again, almost pinching your cheeks, he got your eyes back into his. “I always end up thinking about you, feeling a sense of familiarity, do you think I wouldn’t find a solution on this?”

Seriously, when he’s rough like this, it makes your heart flutter; giving up you grabbed his wrist, pushing it away from your cheeks. “You were my spouse” you confessed, placing your hands on your cheeks, rubbing them to ease up the sudden soreness; realizing that the word “Boyfriend” might not exist in this time.

Riddle’s face went beet red, just like how he is when he is angry but this time, it was all over his face all the way to his arms, he looked adorable like that.

“Spouse?! You’re my spouse?!” he asked rather forcibly, trying to confirm it for the second time as you nodded.

When he calmed down, he sat down on his chair, pushing his hair back while he slumped on his chair “Why didn’t you tell me this in the first place?” you fixed your position on your chair while playing with your fingers. “I don’t think you would have believed me, Your Highness” he raised his hand, effectively cutting you off as he sat up straight as well.

“From now on, you will call me Riddle, or whatever nickname you think of” a privilege that only you have, how lucky you are.

“You accept it?” you asked, surprised how fast he took in the information, you were thinking of a few more resistances and doubts on your part, but Riddle only stared at you, face unreadable. “It explained everything I felt clearly, I am smitten for you”

The way he worded it caused you to snort, making him jolt in surprise, glaring at you as he felt his cheeks heat up again, “Why are you laughing! Am I wrong?” he asked, wanting to shut you up. “I’m sorry, it's just” you continued to stifle a laugh. “It’s funny when you say smitten, like some old man” Honestly, he should have put his unique magic around your neck, but it was useless on a quirkless person like you.

Although he should have minded the fact you just insulted him; seeing you smile like that, he guessed sacrificing his dignity was fine just so he gets to see you smile, it made him lose all the embarrassment and anger towards you.

Leona's Part

[dizscreams]

Gotcha! — Ethan Landry ★

Pairing: Ethan Landry x fem!carpenter!reader

Summary: Reader is a Carpenter sister! She’s in a secret relationship with Ethan and has Ethan over not knowing that Sam’s home

Warnings: Y/N and baby is used, it’s kinda suggestive but mostly fun fluff

A/N: I AM SORRY! I know i have random thoughts that i always just need to right down and I end up not doing the things I should. BUT IM WORKING ON THE JACK FIC DONT WORRYY! The Ethan tag was just dry today so I’m trying to help 🫶

“Shh! I need to make sure nobody’s home.”

Your voice echoed through the halls as Ethan reluctantly pulled away from your lips and followed behind you. “You said nobody was going to be home,” he said looking at you slightly confused. You opened the door and double checked around the apartment. Sam and Quinn’s keys were gone from the rack by the door so you took it as a sign nobody was there.

“I know but I just needed to double check.” You smiled and kissed him again, he quickly followed your movements and smiled into the kiss. Without breaking the contact you stepped inside and went to your room, making sure to shut the door behind you.

Ethan signaled for you to jump so you did and wrapped your legs around his waist while he carried you to your bed. Once he laid you down on the bed and got on top of you, you broke the kiss to kiss his neck. You slightly tugged his curls causing a small whine to escape his lips while yours held a smirk. “Tease,” he mumbled before nipping at the skin of your neck as payback.

You could have sworn you heard a door creak at that moment which caused you to slightly push him back. “Did you hear that?” You asked looking at the door and he followed your eyes. You both listened for a minute before he broke the silence, “Baby, there’s nobody home, remember? I’m sure it’s nothing.” You looked at him slightly worried but figured he was probably right.

You nodded in agreement and muttered a quiet “Okay.” With that he started to kiss your neck, with one hand holding his balance above you while the other was lifting up your shirt. Ethan slowly rubbed his hand up and down your side. “Can I take this off?” He murmured against your skin and you eagerly nodded and lifted up. He quickly took the fabric off of you and threw it somewhere across the room before taking off his own shirt.

While slightly smirking, he went back to kiss you before softly kissing up and down your stomach, trying his best to ease you since he could tell you were on high alert.

It wasn’t that you were ashamed of your relationship with him it’s just you knew your sisters. Ever since Woodsboro they were beyond paranoid, Sam more than Tara, and it was understandable. You all went through a lot so of course, it was easy to have trust issues. And you trusted Ethan, you really did, but you knew Tara and Sam would be sketch and you didn’t want to bother with it.

They’d meet him eventually but for now you liked having him to yourself. The thrill of having a secret relationship was fun anyways and he’s told you repeatedly he doesn’t mind. You were glad to have a boyfriend as understanding as him.

Right as Ethan was about to take off your bra you heard something again.

“Okay, you had to have heard that.” He raised his head up, he did hear it, he just didn’t want to say anything cause he didn’t want you to worry. And he was hard

“Maybe it’s just the apartment next door?” He suggested but you gave him an unconvinced look that shut him up. You sat up, “I’m going to check it out.” but Ethan pushed you back down, “No, don’t. Just stay with me, please? I can protect you.” He told you while kissing your collarbones.

You rolled your eyes, “What if it’s Sam or Tara?”

He huffed out a breath, “Here, what if I go check it out?”

You looked at him curiously with a playful smile, “What, cause I’m a woman you don’t think I can handle whatever it is?” You teased. He turned red at that, “What- no that’s not what I meant-“ you cut him off with a kiss and chuckled at his fanatics. “I know,” you softly said calming him down, “You can go look just be quick, please?”

He nodded and got up, not bothering to put his shirt back on. You sat up against the headboard and played with your fingers while biting your lip in thought. What if it was one of your sisters? Or what if it was Ghostface? It couldn’t be, right? You’d definitely rather deal with Sam or Tara than a serial killer, but Richie and Amber were dead. There wasn’t anything to worry about anymore.

God what was taking him so long?

Your thoughts got cut off by Ethan’s voice, “Um, Y/N, can you come in here please?” He sounded like he was in the living room. But more importantly he sounded worried. You wasted no time in putting on a shirt and heading towards the living room. “Yeah? What’s-“

Oh shit

You were met with your older sister, a smirk on her face and her arms crossed and your very embarrassed boyfriend, scratching the back of his neck. “Sam it isn’t-“

“Isn’t what it looks like?” She finished your sentence with a snicker. Then she pointed to Ethan eyeing him, “When did this happen?” She asked cocking her head to the side. You were speechless. Ethan cleared his throat, “I’m gonna- let you guys talk.. and I’m going to put a shirt on.” He mentally cringed at himself for stuttering and quickly went back to your room and shut the door.

You could barely make eye contact with Sam knowing that she found this amusing and was 100% going to tease you about this for a very long time. “How long have you been here?” Your voice sounded smaller than you wanted it to, but you held your head up anyways.

She laughed a little, “Oh you know- just the whole time.” Your eyes went wide and looked right at her. “The whole time!?”

This caused her to laugh even harder, “Yeah, the only reason my keys weren’t here was because Dan- a friend took me home. Tara has my car.”

You squinted at her not forgetting to bring up whoever this “friend” she mentioned was later. Just as you were about to say something smart to her Ethan walked back in still shirtless.

“Hi-“ he did his awkward wave, “Sorry to interrupt but you have my shirt, y/n.” You looked down at what you were wearing and your mouth made an ‘O’ shape. Oops. “Just go back in my room and I’ll be there in a minute.” You told him and he did what you asked with no hesitation. You smirked at that but turned back around to focus on your sister.

She was now sitting on the small chair you had by the front door. “Did you guys have fun?”

“Were you listening to us?! You’re so creepy!”

“I had to make sure he wasn’t going to murder you!”

“Oh my god, you’re the worst.”

“I love you too, sis,” Sam got up and walked to the kitchen, opening up the fridge, “I would’ve said anything before you two.. did anything. Speaking of which! You do know how a condom works, right?”

“Oh my god, Sam! You’re so embarrassing.”You said throwing a couch cushion at her. “Hey! I just need to know you’re being safe.” She said giggling and you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face. “Whatever, I’m going back in my room. I’ll make sure we keep it PG for you. Love you!”

She shook her head with a smile as you walked off. Once she made sure you were out of sight she called Tara, “You wont believe what just happened-“

lol this was fun to write hope you enjoyed :)

TAGLIST: @beary-rambles @wekiamo @dizzyscreams i forgot abt it sorry!

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8.2 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sexual situations, mostly this is just fluff.

Word Count: 2.7k

Previously On...: You had a nightmare/memory of your time in Afghanistan.

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Bucky slowly came into consciousness to the sensation of small hands running up and down his chest. Blinking his eyes open, he grinned when he saw Major leaning over him, tracing her fingers along the planes of his muscles.

“Morning,” she said, smiling down at him, her long hair hanging around her face like curtains.

“Mornin’, doll,” he replied, voice rough with sleep. “You been up long?”

She hummed, running her fingers up along both sides of his collarbone and back down again. “No,” she said. “Maybe ten minutes?” She shrugged. “I was planning on letting you sleep for a while longer, but you looked so pretty, couldn’t stop myself from touching you.”

He gripped one of her wrists in his hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her pulse point. “Glad you didn’t, sugar,” he said, nuzzling her hand to his cheek. “Cause lookin’ at you’s better than any dream I coulda been havin’.”

Major playfully pinched his cheek as she rolled her eyes at him. “What did I tell you about your sweet talk, Sergeant?” she said. 

Bucky pretended to think about it for a moment. “Um…,” he mused, tapping his chin with a forefinger, “that there was nothing you could do to stop me from doin’ it? Even if I already did have you right where I wanted you?”

She laughed, and Bucky loved the way the morning light caught the natural highlights of her hair. 

“What should we do today?” he asked, sitting up so he was propped against his headboard and pulling her into his lap. He leaned down to kiss her shoulder where the collar of his too-big shirt had left it exposed. 

“Breakfast, at some point,” Major said, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

Bucky nodded, his hands tracing up and down her sides. “Obviously.”

“Maybe you could show me around this fancy compound of yours,” she suggested, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Mmm,” Bucky said, sliding a hand up under the hem of his shirt she wore to rest it on her hip. “Sounds like a plan. What else?”

“Take me for another ride on your motorcycle?” she offered.

“I’d like to take you for another ride on something, sugar,” he teased, playfully nipping at the delicate skin of her neck.

“Bucky,” Major chastised, pulling back to look him in the eyes with a smile. “If you wanted to just stay in bed and have sex all day, you could have just said so.”

“I want to stay in bed and have sex all day.,” he deadpanned, trying to fight his grin.

Major scoffed and rolled her eyes. “It’s like you only want me for one thing, Sergeant.”

Bucky felt his entire body stiffen at the accusation, and he sat up straighter. “Sugar– Major, no! Of course not! I–”

She started laughing and gently swatted his chest. “Relax, Bucky; I was kidding. I absolutely do not mind having all the sex with you. I don’t know if you’re aware of this or not, but you’re actually quite good at it.”

He let out a breath in relief, but something still didn’t sit right with him. Yes, since meeting Major just four days ago, they had fucked. A lot. But he wanted more from her than that. He wanted to give her more than that. 

“I think I’m about to say something really stupid,” Bucky said slowly, hoping he was making the right call.

Major raised an eyebrow. “Okay,” she said, dragging the word out. “I’m proud of you for being able to recognize that beforehand, I guess?”

Bucky’s lips puckered disapprovingly. “Smartass,” he said. Major just laughed and pressed her forehead into the crook of his shoulder, letting him continue. “I think we should stop having sex.”

She pulled back, the look on her face full of such shock and disappointment that it was Bucky’s turn to laugh at her. “You can’t be serious!” she exclaimed. 

“I’m not saying, you know, forever,” he said, running his hands up and down her arms to console her. “Or even long-term. Just for, like, a little while.” 

“But, why?” Major whined, sounding like a child who was told she couldn’t have ice cream after dinner. “I thought you liked it.”

“Oh, sugar,” Bucky said, pulling her close again, “I fucking love it. I just want us to be more than that, you know? I don’t ever want you to think that that’s all I want from you.”

“Bucky, I was just joking around. I know that’s not–”

“I want us to last, Major,” Bucky interrupted her to confess. “I want us to last a good, long time. And if we’re gonna do that, we have to have more than just fucking between us. I want to know everything about you. And I want you to know everything about me. Hell, I wanna be everything you need. I want this to be real, and strong, and to have all kinds of intimacy with you beyond just physical stuff. It’s not that I don’t fucking love fucking you–” he smiled when she snorted at his phrasing– “it’s just that I don’t want that to be the only thing I love about you.”

He hoped she understood what he was trying to say without him actually having to say it: He wanted to fall in love with her–  more than anything he had ever wanted in his entire existence. He was more than halfway there already, if he was being honest with himself, but he was suddenly afraid that if they didn’t slow things down between them, if they didn’t take the time to get to know more than just each other’s bodies, they were going to fizzle out before they could truly shine together. 

Major’s eyes were wide and glossy as she studied his face. Bucky held his breath as she took in what he had said, knowing in his heart that if she didn’t agree, if she only wanted him for sex and nothing else, he’d cave in a heartbeat, just to keep her close.

“Okay,” she said softly. “I want that, too, so, okay.”

Bucky let out the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. “Thank fuck,” he said, bringing his lips to hers for a kiss. 

“Now, when you say ‘no sex,’” Major began, “are you talking ‘no penetration,’ or can we still–”

“Neither one of us gets to use any part of our bodies to get the other one off,” Bucky said resolutely.

Major frowned at his declaration, and the sight was so alluring that Bucky was instantly second guessing himself. “That just seems unnecessarily cruel, Sarge,” she pouted. 

Damn it, he thought, it did seem unnecessarily cruel. He was already caving, and it had barely been a few minutes! 

“I know, sugar, I know. But I think we’ll be better for it.” He really did. He just had to keep reminding himself of that.

Major’s pout deepened. “I know,” she said. “Logically, it makes sense.” She sighed. “How long?”

“In all honesty,” Bucky said with a chuckle, “I haven’t really thought that far ahead. A couple of weeks? At least until after I’ve taken you out on a few more proper dates. Treat you right, you know?”

She threw her head back overdramatically. “A couple weeks?!” she cried. “How am I supposed to function without that good dick, Bucky?”

“Well, now you’re just being theatrical, doll,” Bucky smiled. 

“Fun fact,” Major said, “I did theater all four years in high school. I even got to play Sarah in our production of Guys and Dolls my senior year.”

Bucky smiled. “Well, I don’t know what that is, doll, but see! That’s something I wouldn’t have learned about you if we were having sex right now!”

Major’s laugh was rich, and it made Bucky think of hot chocolate on a winter’s day. Of a kiss on a scraped knee. “Fair enough,” she told him. “But it’s a crime that you don’t know what Guys and Dolls is.”

“So, that’s what we’ll do today, then,” Bucky said. “Show me this Guys and Dolls, doll.” He chuckled, amused with himself.

Major rolled her eyes good naturedly. “I’m going to need some breakfast, first,” she told him, getting off his lap and the bed. She raised her arms over her head in an elongated stretch, and Bucky couldn’t help but admire the way his shirt crept up her thighs, showing more and more of her tantalizing skin until--

No, he had to remind himself. They were going to be putting a temporary moratorium on that kind of thinking. God, this was going to be so much harder than he thought it would be.

He and Major took a shower together, and while there was an excessive amount of touching, they managed to keep it relatively tame. Afterwards, Bucky offered Major another of his shirts to wear, but she paused as she was collecting the rest of her clothes from where they’d scattered them across his room the night before.

“So, Bucky,” she said, her voice sounding confused, “really weird question, but do you happen to have my panties in your possession, by any chance?”

Bucky paused in the middle of toweling off his hair and looked up at her. “What?” he asked, thinking he must have heard her incorrectly.

“My underwear,” Major clarified. “I can’t find my underwear.”

Bucky snorted a laugh. “They’ve gotta be here somewhere, sugar,” he said, walking over to where she stood to help her look. “It’s not like I have a lot of stuff for them to hide behind.”

For the next few minutes, they searched the room, but they came up empty again and again.

“You don’t remember where you might have tossed them when you took them off last night?” he asked her.

Major looked at him. “You took them off me last night,” she said. “When you took off my shorts, you pulled them off, too.”

Bucky thought back to the previous evening. They’d been in a rush to get each other’s clothes off, but he was fairly confident he’d only removed her shorts. “Did…” he paused, the question he was about to pose making him a little shy. “Did you forget to put them back on before we left the woods?”

Major’s hands flew to her mouth. “Oh my god,” she said, trying to suppress a giggle. “I honestly don’t know! It was dark and I don’t remember! Oh, shit! Bucky!” She was trying so hard now not to laugh. “Did I leave my soaked panties in a fucking public park?!”

“That’s pretty deviant of you, doll,” he laughed. Major playfully swatted his chest. 

“It’s your fault!” she exclaimed.

“My fault?” Bucky was faux-affronted. “How was it my fault you forgot your knickers?”

“You just had to make that comment about imagining me in only the dog tags,” she chastised. “You knew exactly where that would lead.”

Bucky couldn’t fault her logic there. “Fair enough, sugar,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “I take full responsibility.”

“And now you’re going to have to live with the knowledge that I’m going to be walking around all day without any panties on, and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it, because you had to go and decide we shouldn’t have sex anymore.”

Bucky groaned. “Ugh, the me of an hour and a half ago was a moron. Remind me again why I thought that was a good idea?” he begged her. 

“Nope,” Major said. “That’s a hole you dug for yourself. Now you have to lie in it.”

“Lie in it with me?” he asked, putting his most charming smile on display for her.

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Only if you keep your hands to yourself.”

*

To Bucky’s surprise, the rest of their day together went by in a flash, and he had a great time with Major– even if they both had kept all of their clothes on. He’d taken her on his bike to get a late breakfast at Melinda’s, and while Major had excused herself to the restroom, Mya had approached him.

“I like this one for you, Bucky,” she’d said with a knowing grin. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so wide before. 

After breakfast, they returned to the compound, and Bucky had given Major a tour, showing her all the amenities the facility had to offer, though he avoided the building where the new SHIELD recruits did their training. He brought her down to the shooting range, and the two spent a couple of entertaining hours together in the simulator, running practice combat drills. When Bucky watched Major hit every single one of her targets, it was all he could do to not throw his “no more sex” rule right out the window.

They had lunch with Sam and Steve, and Bucky thought he was going to die from embarrassment at all the things they were telling Major about him. When he said he had wanted her to know everything about him, he wasn’t thinking about that time in eighth grade when he’d asked Dolores Carmichael to be his girlfriend and she told the whole class he was a terrible kisser. But Steve, apparently, thought it was vital information.

“You’ve either improved tremendously since then,” Major had said with a laugh, “or old Dolores had impossible standards.”

When they’d finished exploring the compound, they went back to Bucky’s room and Major introduced him to the world of Guys and Dolls on Prime Video. The movie was nearly as old as he was– 1955, she’d said, and he appreciated it, though he found the entire thing ridiculous. But Major loved it, and he loved watching her love it, and that was good enough for him. 

Before he knew it, the afternoon was waning into early evening, and it was time for him to take Major back to Langston Park for her to get her truck and head home. He found himself driving his bike a lot slower to get there than he normally would have, savoring the feeling of her hands gripped around his waist. 

When they arrived at the parking lot, Major hopped off the bike and took off the extra helmet he’d given her. “Thank you for today,” she said, leaning in to kiss him. “I had a great time, even without having sex with you.”

Bucky laughed and pulled her close for a hug. “Speaking of,” he said, “you wanna run into the woods and go looking for your panties real quick?”

Major tossed her head back and groaned. “Ugh, no!” she said. “I’m too mortified! They belong to the forest now. They've probably gone wild.” 

Bucky chuckled, but soon his expression turned serious. “When can I see you again?” he asked. If it were up to him, she’d never be out of his sight.

“Whenever you want, Sergeant,” she told him, her voice an almost-purr. “You know where I live.”

“Dinner tomorrow?” he asked hopefully. 

“I’d like that,” she replied.

Bucky brought his lips to hers, and for a moment, they stayed there, kissing languidly. Eventually, though, Major pulled away. “Alright,” she said begrudgingly, “I better go now before I lose my resolve to leave at all.” Reaching over the bed of her truck, she tossed Bucky the shirt he had worn the night before and had left there to dry overnight.

Bucky watched as Major got into her truck and rolled down the window before backing up. “Let me know when you get home safe, yeah?” he asked.

“Yes, mom,” Major said, but he could tell from the glint in her eye that his concern touched her.

He watched as she drove away, sticking a hand out the window to wave a final farewell before rounding the corner and disappearing from sight. Just as Bucky was about to re-mount his bike to head back to the Compound, his phone pinged with a text. 

He smiled to himself. Was Major missing him that much already?

But, no– the text wasn’t from Major at all.

Lily: We need to have a conversation about you standing me up last night.

Bucky swallowed.

Well, shit.

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Pls do a fic or smthing where readers old guy friend finds her and they reconnect and they’re both crying and Arthur is like who is this and reader is like he’s my closest friend from home I haven’t seen him in ages and Arthur is all jealous kinda

Hi, Kids!

So sorry for the wait. Life has been busy, but I've been plugging away on this one. Thank you so much for this "ask"! This was actually an idea that I had for my regular "Arthur x reader" fic, so I was happy to oblige. I wrote this to coincide with my reg fic and I decided to go more angsty than smutty for this one, so I hope that is OK for the Anon who asked.

**Special thanks to @readingcoco for beta-reading for me. Your help was priceless.

LEATHER AND LACE - SAY HELLO TO AN OLD FRIEND

Summary: Arthur is none too pleased when you run into an old friend from your previous life. 

*This is not my image. This belongs to Rafa on Pintrest. Beautiful work there.

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Tagging: @daisybvck

The banging of an anvil echoes heavily in your ears, the deafening ringing thumping in your brain. You and Arthur have wandered into the busy town of Cripple Creek to see the local farrier. You have spent the last day hunting and while coming down through the valley pass, your horse, Blue, had thrown a shoe. Never one to neglect your horse, you insisted Arthur take you into the closest town to get him some attention immediately. 

Now, Arthur is a firm believer in taking proper care of one’s horse, as a man’s horse means his survival. But the way you fuss over this spoiled animal as if he were your child causes Arthur to just chuckle and shake his head at you. 

Coming out of the farrier’s building, you shield the sun from your eyes as you look around at the townspeople. The area seems pleasant enough. It is a depot location for one of the railroad lines, so there is a lot of traffic. People are coming and going, always in a hurry to go somewhere or nowhere. But always in a hurry to get there all the same. 

You passed several pungent livestock farms on the way here, but now you can inhale deeply, enjoying the fresh air being pulled into your lungs. A slight breeze kicks up, lifting the soft tendrils of hair that frame your face to sway gently in its wake.

Arthur looks over as he lights his cigarette, amused at how your eyes roll closed and your whole body relaxes in a rare moment of peace and quiet. He really should get you out of that camp more often. Maybe he’ll hold off a bit on returning home, and the two of you can spend some more time alone together.

You can feel the bulk of him leaning in closer to you as his gloved hand runs down your spine to land on the small of your back. “Well, what do ya think? Should we get a room for the night or just rut about in the woods like we usually do?” 

Your lips pull into a smile at his suggestion, and when you open your eyes, you are met with Arthur’s twinkling suggestively at you. Your face immediately brightens as you turn your body into him, hands finding their way to his broad chest. Your fingertips play with the upturned collar of his faded black button-down shirt. Giggling with excitement at the idea, you push up onto your tiptoes, your nose flirtatiously inches from his. Arthur’s hands settle comfortably at your hips, his arms enfolding you.

“Y/N? Y/F&LN, is that you?”

 A vaguely familiar voice distracts you from answering Arthur’s question, but you can’t quite place it. Turning your head in confusion, you search for the source, and suddenly, your eyes widen with recognition. 

“Robert?” Your gaze lands on a tall, slender man making his way through the crowd towards you. He is well-dressed in a blue and gold brocade vest and has auburn hair neatly combed back. He’s sporting more facial hair than you remember, giving him a distinguished look. He’s a bit older now, but you’d recognize that wide, toothy smile anywhere. An unexpected shriek of excitement escapes your lips as your hands slip away from Arthur. “Robert!!”

Arthur stands there dumbfounded as he watches excitement overtake your whole body as you run into the waiting arms of this mystery man. Who in the hell is this person? And why did you just abandon Arthur to embrace him like that? You and this strange man hug each other tightly, laughing and smiling as if God himself had gifted you each other.

“I thought you were dead, Y/N!” the man exclaims, holding you at arm’s length so he can take a good look at you. 

“I thought you went to Europe! I thought I’d never see you again!” you laugh incredulously. Shaking your head in wonder, you throw your arms around the man’s neck again.

Arthur stands quietly, eyebrows knitted together, lips pulled into a thin line. He doesn’t like this one bit. The only person he’s ever seen you this excited over is him. Arthur’s fingers tap impatiently along his belt where his hands sit idle, as he waits for you to finish this reunion. Eventually, he clears his throat to try to turn your attention back to him.

Finally remembering yourself, you turn towards Arthur. “Arthur, this is Robert, my best friend.” Arthur’s eye catches how your arm eagerly loops around the man’s elbow. “We knew each other as kids. We grew up together back east!” You continue to gush as you present your old friend to your current lover. “Robert, this is Arthur.” You motion to the mountain of a man standing to your right. 

Robert’s face lights up as he boldly strides closer, extending his hand out to shake Arthur’s. “So nice to meet you, Arthur!” His voice chirps with bravado and swagger, instantly making Arthur’s skin crawl. When Arthur doesn’t reply with the same enthusiasm, Robert turns back to you, eyebrows raised with curiosity. “So, is this your…husband?”

A slight giggle comes from your lips at the suggestion. “No, we’re not married. But he is mine.” You smile proudly at Arthur, your hand reaching over and squeezing his. Arthur smiles down at you as his body drifts slightly closer to yours. His strong arm snakes around your waist until you rest protectively against him. When he sees you beaming at him, it sets him at ease a bit with this intruder and he tries to relax a little. 

“Robert, is it? Well, Robert, looks like you and Y/N go way back, huh?” Arthur asks, trying not to come off as annoyed as he feels right now. 

“Oh boy, do we. We used to get in all kinds of trouble together.” Robert waves his hand in emphasis, then reaches out to tap your arm. “Y/N, remember when we used to sneak out and stay up ‘til 3:00 in the morning?”

You cover your mouth in embarrassment. “God, if my father ever found out what we were up to, he’d have taken a belt to me for sure!” you roll your eyes.

Robert’s dark eyes fall upon you with a sweet and nostalgic look, one held with affection of a time long past. “Used to be you and me, spitting off the edge of the world, right?” He leans over to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from Arthur and into his side.

You smile affectionately back at your friend, nodding in agreement. “That’s right. You and me.” 

‘You and me’ - The phrase sticks in Arthur’s brain, a phrase you should only be using in reference to him… not some other random fella. His lip curls into a slight sneer of contempt, however, you are too caught up in the camaraderie with your friend to notice. 

“We need to catch up! Come on, let’s get a drink and a bite to eat. I want to know everything that’s been going on with you since we last saw each other,” insists Robert, tugging on the sleeve of your white cotton tunic. 

“Oh, yes!” You turn towards Arthur. “Can we, Arthur? We have time, don’t we?”

Right now, Arthur wants nothing more than to get you away from this man, this town and everyone else in the world. But he can’t say no to that wishful look on your face. He doesn’t have the heart to crush your hope. That has always been Arthur’s weakness:  he can never say no to you. 

“Fine, I guess we got some time to spare,” Arthur reluctantly agrees, trying to hide the disdain that threatens to break through his patient facade. You clasp your hands together, giving a little hop of excitement.

The three of you turn to head down the side of the street, with you and Robert chit-chatting incessantly the whole time. As you stroll along, Robert explains how he has become a lawyer and is traveling to California to take care of some estate affairs for a prominent family. He is just stopping for a layover in Cripple Creek to catch a connecting train.

Instead of going to a saloon, you reach a little restaurant along the main strip in town and head inside. Robert orders a bottle of the best liquor the bar has to offer, and you all sit around a table as he proceeds to tell you of all the gossip from back home. 

Robert is so animated and full of life and fun, not caring at all about the judgmental looks of others as he loudly tells you anecdote after anecdote. But he’s always been like this. For as long as you’ve known him Robert doesn’t care what anyone thinks and therefore is free to do as he pleases. This is something that you have always loved about him and why you were such good friends when you were younger. He was a breath of fresh air in a stuffy upper-class world. And to be honest, you always had a bit of a crush on him, too.

“So, David and Clare got married, you know,” he smirks. Of course, Robert is referring to your ex-fiance who you were betrothed to, who, as it turned out, was sleeping with your friend the whole time. 

“I figured as much,” you reply dismissively.

“Huge obnoxious wedding, of course.” Robert waves his hand with a flourish.

You huff out an unimpressed chuckle. “I figured as much,” you repeat again.

“Wasn’t even six months, and the rumors were flying about his infidelity.” Robert laughs at the absurdity of it. You roll your eyes and take a large swig from your glass. “You dodged a bullet there, my friend.” Robert gives you a wink. 

Arthur has to stifle a snicker at the irony of the man’s choice of language.

“Probably should’ve just married you myself,” smiles Robert. The statement makes you blush a bit under Robert’s affectionate gaze. But it is a statement that sets Arthur on edge. 

Arthur patiently pretends to listen as you and Robert continue to laugh and joke about old friends and the social scene you left behind, the pair of you growing more and more chummy, until eventually, you find yourself resting a hand on Robert's forearm as you speak. Arthur clenches his fist tightly under the table, his eyes staring at your fingers and watching as they absentmindedly dance along Robert’s arm. It is not intended to be a flirtatious move, as it is a mannerism that you often do when you are excited about what you are talking about. But it is an action that Arthur resents all the same right now. 

You try your best to involve Arthur in the conversation but to be frank, you are discussing people and places that he has no frame of reference for. The only thing that does pique his interest is the way Robert keeps referring to you. That certainly has Arthur's attention. But he has to be careful. He can see how happy you are and doesn't want his temper to burst your little bubble. However, if he had his way, he would be grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to the closest hotel to make you forget your own name, let alone another man's.

Arthur hates that you have this “other language” and bond with someone who is not only outside the gang, but outside his class altogether. He’d forgotten where you came from and what you’d given up to be with the Van Der Linde gang and him along with it. And this conversation with this ghost of your past only confirms it. Arthur tries not to glare at Robert as he takes in the man’s fine clothing and clean hands that have probably never seen a day of labor in his life. 

The whole thing is a harsh reminder that Arthur may not only be holding you back in life but actually pushing you down. 

“So,” Robert finally turns his attention away from you, ”What do you do for a living, Art?” Robert asks innocently.

The very sound of Robert’s voice makes Arthur bristle. “The name…is Arthur,” he grits out. “And it’s none of your damn business what I do.” At this point, Arthur wants nothing more than to plant his massive fist in this pompous fool’s face.

You instantly pick up on Arthur’s annoyance. You can see his steel blue eyes set hard as his fist clenches around the glass in his hand. Arthur’s head tilts slightly to the side as he watches Robert, and you know from experience that he is measuring the man up. Robert is only being nice, ever the extravert, but he has no idea what sort of man is sitting across from him. 

“Easy now, Arthur,” you chuckle nervously as you pat his burly forearm. “Robert is only asking out of curiosity.” Arthur shoots you a look that you can’t quite place. “Arthur does a little bit of everything,” you quickly answer Robert to avoid further awkwardness. “He’s done bounty work, loan collecting, things like that.”

“Interesting,” muses Robert. 

“Well, I’d rather be an honest sinner than a lying hypocrite,” asserts Arthur as he levels his gaze across the table at Robert.

“I assume you work with horses quite a bit, too, then?” Robert pushes as his eyes roam up and down over Arthur.

“I do.”

“Figured as much. You seem pretty ‘rough and rugged’ like the cowboys we read about back in the city.” Arthur’s eyebrows knit as his mouth turns into a slight frown. “Oh, I don’t mean anything by it, friend! You look fantastic!” Robert insists. “In fact, I couldn’t be happier for Y/N. Looks like she’s got herself a real man. Those sniveling, uppity simpletons back home were never her type.”

“And I assume you are?” Arthur asks. This causes you to look at him questioningly. 

“Me? Oh, no. We were never like that.” Robert waves the comment off, not reading the underlying meaning of Arthur’s question.

“He’s right. Being married to Robert would be like being married to a puppy,” you joke, trying to lighten the ominous mood that Robert is thankfully oblivious to.

“True. But, you have to admit, we would have made quite the pair, wouldn’t we?” Robert leans over and nudges you in the side with that wide smile of his again. 

Arthur roughly grabs his glass of whiskey and throws it back, the bitter liquor hitting his throat, before he slams the glass down onto the table. 

“What are you gettin’ at, there, Robert? Hmm? You think Y/N would be better off with you than me? Is that it?” The icy stare that Arthur throws at Robert is cold enough to frost the windows of the room. His chiseled jaw sets tightly, his body tense as if about to explode. Your stomach drops as you realize that Robert has indeed crossed a line with Arthur, whether he has intended to or not. And you find yourself at an impasse:  do you stand by your man, or do you defend your oldest and dearest friend?

Finally, seeing that Arthur is not amused by his antics, Robert takes the hint and clears his throat nervously. “Well, it has been so wonderful to catch up with you, Y/N!” He stands up from the table and adjusts his vest, running his hand over his hair to make sure everything is still in its place. You and Arthur stand as well in anticipation of the farewell. You are reluctant to say goodbye to your friend, and Arthur is anxious to leave. 

The three of you silently file out of the little restaurant together and onto the busy sidewalk.

“I truly hope we can do this again sometime soon, Y/N. Maybe if I swing through these parts again, I’ll reach out.” Robert says hopefully.

“I’d like that, Robert. Please do.” You affectionately place your hand on his arm. “I’ve missed you quite a bit since I’ve been out here.” You give each other a tight hug, one that lasts a bit longer than Arthur’s liking. But then again, Arthur doesn’t like anyone touching you for any reason. 

“Arthur, it was a pleasure to meet you.” Robert smiles and sticks his arm out to shake Arthur’s hand again, which he reluctantly does. Arthur’s large hand dwarfs Robert’s as it clamps down extra hard. “Take good care of our girl, yes?” 

“Sure,” Arthur deadpans. “Our girl.”

Robert gives you both an awkward smile and turns to head back down the street towards the train depot. Your eyes follow him as your chest feels heavy at having to say goodbye to a part of your past. 

When you turn back to Arthur to thank him for his patience, you are met with his hard face. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he snaps. 

Sighing in exasperation, you cross your arms over your chest. “Don’t give me that.” You knew this argument was coming. 

“Just that you seem awfully close with that Robert fella.” The contempt in Arthur’s voice is not lost on you.

“Well, yeah, he’s my best friend.” 

Arthur’s jaw clenches just a bit more at your answer. “Uh-huh.”

Your head tilts slightly to the side, eyes narrowing as you study him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Like I said, you two seem awfully close.” His voice drops low and slow, almost spitting out the words like a spoiled piece of meat.

“That’s because we are. He was the only true friend I had, Arthur.” You shuffle your weight from hip to hip, becoming increasingly uncomfortable under Arthur’s scrutiny. You suddenly feel like one of his marks.

“Uh-huh.” Arthur’s simple responses quickly escalates your annoyance as you watch him pull a cigarette out of his pocket, striking the match on the nearby building with enough force that the wooden stick almost snaps between his fingertips. 

“Oh my God, are you jealous?” you ask, disturbed at the turn in the conversation. 

“Nope.” Dipping his head down, his eyes are hidden by his dusty, worn hat as his fingers bring the cigarette back up to his lips. 

“No?”

“Alright, maybe I am,” he suddenly spins on you, face turning crimson. “Maybe I don’t like how excited you get to see another man. Maybe I don’t like you all laughing and smiling at someone else.” 

Your heart begins to pound in your ears, taken aback by his surge of anger. “Arthur-”

“Don’t!” he barks at you. “Just…don’t! I can’t compete with that, and you know it!” He points his finger accusingly at you. 

“Arthur, I'm not asking you to compete with anyone! In fact, there’s a reason why I left all that behind.” You step towards him, arms raised to embrace him, but he blocks your hands with his own.

“Save it!” And he storms off, leaving you standing there on the sidewalk. Butterflies swirl in your stomach, leaving you queasy. A storm of guilt, frustration, and yes even anger, rages inside your chest. You wrap your arms around yourself as you try to make sense of what just happened.

“Damn it, Arthur,” you mutter. 

—---------------------------------------------------

Rather than chase after him, you decide to leave Arthur be and give him time to cool off. There’s no talking to him when he gets like this, as it usually escalates into a fight if you push it. You feel awful for making him feel bad, as you are well aware of how self-conscious he is. But then again, what about your feelings? You have every right to visit with an old friend and a dear one at that. Yes, you know how it looks. You and Robert always did have a special bond that bordered on the flirtatious side. But you love Arthur. And he knows that. You love him with a depth that could swallow the stars. And you are getting tired of having to constantly prove that to him.

After an hour of wandering the local shops to stall for time, you decide to find Arthur, knowing exactly where you’ll find him. Your boot heels click along the worn floorboard of the porch outside of the saloon. You can hear the chatter and piano music coming from inside. You look through the window, eyes searching for your target. Between the small sea of dusty hats and hulking shoulders, you catch sight of that familiar form that you seek. 

Walking into the building, your hands roll over each other, fingers intertwining, as you take a shaky breath when you approach Arthur at the bar. You glide onto the stool beside him, fidgeting slightly to get comfortable. He sits quietly, still brooding with a menacing vibe radiating off of him. You motion to the bartender, who walks over when he catches your eye. “What’ll it be, Miss?”

“A beer, please.” 

“Comin’ right up”. It only takes a minute for him to grab a bottle and set it next to the coin you’ve already placed for him. His thick, ready fingers pick it up off the bar top with a pleasant nod of approval as he sets about his previous task. 

You spin the bottle between your fingertips, looking at Arthur from the corner of your eye. “So, are we going to talk about this?”

He continues to sulk quietly, lifting a shot of whiskey to his lips and downing it in one. His jaw clenches at the sting of the cheap liquor, but he promptly pours another shot into the diminutive glass, the bottle half empty at this point.

“Alright, fine.” You take a swig of your beer.

“Where’s your ‘friend’?” Arthur grunts without even looking at you. 

“Robert is about to get on a train.”

“Mmhmm”.

“Arthur-”

“Alright, look, I’m sorry,” he interupts, slicing his hand through the air as if to end the argument right here. “Please don’t make a big deal outta this.”

“What were you worried about? That I’d run off with Robert?”

“Wouldn’t you?” he blurts out bitterly.

“You can’t be serious?” Your face twists up in shock. He only answers you with a snort of derision. “Arthur, I was excited to see an old friend. That’s all,” you stress emphatically. “You have to remember, I am surrounded by your people, your family, all of the time. This is the first time I’ve seen someone from my previous life.” Your tone unwittingly begins to take on one of annoyance as you try to plead your case. But it is an argument that is falling on deaf and angry ears.

“I’m sorry, I thought the gang was ‘your people’, too,” he bites back. Arthur can be a reasonable man until he is provoked, and then reason doesn’t factor in at all. 

“Well, they are,” you backpedal sheepishly at his harshness. Your gaze falters to land on the bottle in your hands before attempting to meet Arthur’s again. “But you know what I mean. You can’t be angry because I was happy to see someone from my life that, heaven forbid, didn’t involve the Van der Linde gang.” 

Artur just pouts in silence. You are getting really irritated at this point, but trying to remain calm and not cause a scene.

“So you’d just let me run away with Robert rather than talk to me and ask me to stay with you? Is that it?” you huff.

“Couldn't help but notice how excited you were to hear about everything back home. Almost like you miss it. Pretty damn clear after your little visit today that you don’t even belong here. Maybe you should.” And another shot gets poured into the glass.

Damn it, and there it is. The thing that always seems to be present in your relationship:  the idea that you still don’t belong, even after all this time and everything that you’ve done. Arthur still doesn’t see you as “one of them”. And it is a sting that doesn’t sit well with you at all. 

Your eyes begin to well up as you try to fight the lump forming in your throat. ”I can’t believe you just said that to me.” Your lips tremble slightly with emotion, a mix of betrayal and anger swirling and bubbling up inside you like one of Pearson’s stews.

The very insinuation is hurtful to you. You have turned your life upside down for the gang and for him. And yet, it seems it will never be enough. It’s as if you are being punished for having a decent life before you were thrust into this new one. You didn’t fit into society back east, and it seems you still don’t fit here either. 

“Stop with the theatrics. I ain’t in a mood for it.” Arthur slings back another shot of whiskey. 

“You really are an ass sometimes, Arthur,” you stammer in disappointment.

He immediately slams his shot glass down on the bar, shattering it. The action startles you, your eyes shooting wide open. Arthur finally turns to face you now, his eyes burning into you so intensely that it causes you to cringe. You know damn well that you’re not perfect. But, it always made you feel special that Arthur seemed to think so. But the look he’s giving you right now is plain enough for you to know that he no longer believes it. 

And the wounded expression on your face enrages Arthur even more. The sight of you cowering like a lamb to slaughter because of his anger is too much. He’s furious at the everything right now:  you, Robert, this town, and more importantly, himself. He grabs the whiskey bottle on the counter and whips it at the wall, sending shards of glass flying into the thick smokey air to rain down onto the immediate vicinity. 

With your breath shaking, you slowly stand and back away from him. For the first time ever…you are afraid of him.

The tumultuous noise alerts the bartender, who promptly yells at Arthur. “Hey, watch it! You gotta problem, you take it outside! Don’t be causing a ruckus around here!” He shoves his thick, meaty finger towards the doors. 

“Mind your own goddamn business ‘fore I give you a problem!” Arthur shouts back, now standing as well, leveling his gaze at the bartender. 

With Arthur distracted by the barkeep, you turn and push your way through the now-curious crowd and make a dash for the door. 

Your feet clumsily carry you down the steps as you sprint into the street, eyes watering and hands trembling from anger. 

“Hey! Hey! (Y/N)!” It doesn’t take long before you hear Arthur’s gravelly voice hollering down the street for you. 

“Leave me alone, Arthur!” you shout over your shoulder, not even bothering to turn around. Tears of anger are dangerously close to flowing as you walk even faster, your arms pumping back and forth to propel you further down the road. But Arthur is quick to catch up to you with his long strides.

“Where you goin’?” You can hear him quickly stalking up behind you, his spurs jingling heavily in the dirt of the street. 

“Doesn’t matter, right? I don’t belong here, remember?” You throw his words back into his face with such a biting tone. “Maybe I’ll see if there’s a seat next to Robert on the damn train!”

“Like hell you will!” Arthur yanks on your arm, his grip painful like a vice, spinning you around. 

But before you can even think clearly, your hand flies as if of its own accord, and you hear the sharp smack land across his cheek, cracking in the air before you feel the sting against your delicate hand. Arthur’s head snaps to the side from the strike, his eyes twisted shut from the impact.

Gasping, your eyes shoot open in shock as your hands immediately cover your mouth. You stand there, silent and trembling. Your chest heaves with broken breathing and choked sobs as you take a few steps back from him. You hate him so much right now. Not because of what he’s said, although that is bad enough, but because he has pushed you to this point. You never, ever want to hurt him. Arthur is dearer to you than life itself. You had never imagined raising a hand or weapon to the man you so desperately love, and yet, he has pushed you, backed you into a corner, to do so. 

“Oh…I’m sorry,” you utter, the sound barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Arthur.” Your eyes are glossy with unshed tears as your unwavering gaze never leaves his face, waiting with bated breath for his reaction. As you blink rapidly, a tear finally escapes your lower lash to cascade and roll over your hot cheek. 

Arthur freezes before his gaze slowly turns back to you. But what he sees shocks him. The very sight of you in your heightened state almost breaks his heart in two. Shame coats his insides as he realizes his jealousy has gotten the best of him. And the pain and fear in your eyes is worse than any bullet to the gut, rocking him to his very core. 

Arthur’s expression journeys from one of rage to shock to one of absolute remorse. He says nothing, which begins to terrify you even more. Arthur is known for his temper, even taking his frustrations out on you when needed. You pride yourself on the notion that Arthur may be difficult to handle but never for you. You have always been able to read him, to know his mind better than himself, which is why he relies on you so greatly. You set his world to right when it goes off-kilter. But now, you feel a great divide between you. You stare at him with no idea of what will happen next. 

Arthur’s strong arms extend out towards you as a silent apology. But instead of falling into them, you shrink back from him. He halts immediately, turning his palms up in surrender. But slowly, he steps a bit closer to you. Arthur reaches out again, wrapping his hands carefully around your biceps. He can feel you tremble slightly under his fingertips. 

Regret sits heavily upon his brow. You can see the self-reproach embedded into his eyes as he stares into yours, searching for forgiveness that he prays you’ll grant him.

Your eyes leave his face, a silent understanding settling between you as you focus on the buttons of his shirt, watching as his chest rises and falls with his calming breath. 

With a deep sigh, he silently escorts you into the privacy of the immediate alley, gently pushing you back against the siding of the post office. 

“You’re mine.” Arthur does not say this out of anger or possession. Nor has he faltered into a blubbering mess. He simply utters the statement as pure fact, no question.  

“Am I?” you stammer. Your eyes lift to search his, looking for any doubt that may still linger. 

“You sure as shit are.” Arthur’s voice is low but carries the loving undertone you always take refuge in as the slightest hint of a grin pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“Really? Ten minutes ago, you were ready to let me walk out that door. Told me that I shouldn’t be here.”

Arthur pulls his lips inward at the dismay in your quaking voice. “I shouldn’t ‘ve said that. That was me being a goddamn idiot. But, it is true, ya know. You don’t belong in that gang, Y/N. I keep tellin' ya you’re too good for it. You deserve the finer things in life, things like Robert can give ya.” 

Your shoulders fall with a painful sigh as your eyes gently drift shut again. You are so tired of having this same conversation over and over again.

“But,” he continues, “I do want you there. I want you with me. I need you, Y/N. We need you. It’s selfish, I know.” His chin bobs slightly in acknowledgement. “God forgive me, but we do.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Arthur. I want to belong somewhere. And to someone.” You look at Arthur with an almost desperate expression on your face. Your whole life, you’ve been floating like a leaf in the wind, bobbing about with no particular place to land. You thought you had finally found your place, your home, with the Van Der Linde gang, no matter how unlikely it seemed. And when Arthur threw it back in your face, it was like being pushed off a cliff to free-fall backwards with no one to catch you. 

He lifts his rough hand to cup your face, his thumb ghosting over your cheek. “I won’t ever let you go, Y/N. Not ever. Not even if someone else comes along.” Your eyes begin to flutter again as the feeling of his skin on yours reassures you. You wrap your own hands around his wrist, holding his hand in place as you lean your face into his warm palm.

“Arthur, I promise you, you have nothing to worry about. The way you make me feel when I look at you is why I could never look at another.” Your eyes sparkle brightly in earnest, the last of your tears rimmed along your lashes. 

He only hesitates a moment before he pulls you close to him. He secures you safely against him where you belong, your chest pressed up against his as powerful arms coil around you to lock you in. Arthur lowers his face to nudge your nose with his before planting his lips to kiss you slow and deep, taking your breath away.

When his lips separate from yours, Arthur briefly rests his forehead on yours before pulling back to look into your face once more. His eyes are intense and reflect a deeper shade of blue than you’ve ever seen. A wolfish grin begins to emerge under that peppered beard stubble as his finger tucks a rogue strand of hair behind your ear.

“Like I said, Y/N, you…are…mine.”

[rottiens]

SHADE OF BLUE | GŌJŌ SATORU

✮ WC. . 2.6k

✮ tags. . canon au, yan gōjō, fem reader, blood, fluff (?), the descriptions could imply that the reader is depressed (tho I don't think so), suggestive. 18+ mdni. divider creds: cafekitsune.

Your vision is tinged with red, just like the sunset that paints the clouds above your head. However, this color is not as intense as the fresh blood that stains Satoru's hands, part of his arms and blue shirt. It seems that the violently inflicted wound caused some drops to reach his cheek, leaving a silhouette that would mimic the stroke of a wet brush. In the distance, as if planned, a bird squawked, causing your muscles to twitch as the cold breeze bites at your bare legs.

At first you fear for the blood being his but that doesn't make sense, you quickly cross out that idea.

"Wh-"

"May I come in?" his voice interrupts you, tired, raspy.

His white hair is wet like he's been running to get here or like he's been standing in the drizzle that started falling a few minutes ago.

"What happened?" Initially, the voice you hear is unfamiliar, echoing distorted in your eardrums.

"Please?" your fingers expose your unsure thoughts as you squeeze and cling to the doorknob. Satoru takes a fleeting glance at your chest made transparent by the pink fabric of the bathrobe hugging your figure, only to snap back into your eyes. "You're not afraid, are you?"

You take a deep breath of air; the rusty iron smell of blood stirs your insides. Finally, you exhale your doubts and push the door a little further to give him room and allow him to enter the cozy cabin, still with the thought hammering at the back of your neck that this is a mistake.

Satoru tilts his head down as he passes through the doorway, his long strides taking him straight into the heart of the cabin without pausing to look back. The cabin, which you rented to be close to the mountains and escape the horror your life had become a few weeks ago, has a rustic and cozy atmosphere, splashed with brown colors wherever you look.

The wooden floor creaks softly under Satoru's feet as they pause in front of the lit fireplace, while the dim light from the lamp overhead dances across his broad back and the walls.

Satoru turns to look at you. The tension from earlier when you opened the door seems to have disappeared from his face, his cheeks pale from the cold and his rose-tinted lips grateful that you have given him shelter.

"It's a cozy place." Satoru is playing with the silver ring on his finger as he holds your gaze. Your lungs empty, you should have known it wouldn't be so easy for him to explain what happened. With Satoru nothing is easy.

Your folded arms press closer to your chest, hiding your hard nipples from his all-seeing eyes.

"Thanks," is all you say in regards to his compliment because after all, why pretend this is a normal visit.

"That's funny. We could have both been here together."

A smile laden with irony stretches your lips. Your arms fall to either side of your body showing him your vulnerability. "It's funny indeed, considering it was you who broke up with me."

His laughter echoed with a sarcastic tone full of disdain, as if he was mocking the situation. "You know what…"

"Whose blood is it, Satoru?" You get right to the point and he grins now, combing back strands of hair that immediately take on the red color trapped in his fingers.

"I need a shower first." His long strides catch up to you as he slips past you, his eyes scanning you up and down undisguised before he turns his gaze back to the front. You call out his name turning on your heels only to catch up to see him disappear up the small steps that would take him toward the second floor and the bathroom. "Don't worry! I know where the bathroom is…after all, I was the one who sent you the pictures of the cabin, remember?"

You want to just sit there near the fireplace, feel its warmth on your hands, face. Sink your fingers into your forehead, massage your temples and finally wake up and realize that this is nothing but a dream… no! A nightmare. What was Satoru doing here? It was just one of dozens of questions bombarding your head, your temples beginning to throb with pain.

You command your feet to walk over the Persian carpet, its soft cells massaging your feet guiding you towards the steps previously trodden by your ex-lover. As you enter the hallway the rope that suddenly began to bind your temples like a rubber band tightens with more intensity, the floor is covered by the trail of his dirty clothes: shirt, pants, socks, boxers….

In front of the bathroom and thanks to the half-open door, you hear the water running. Your fingers push unwillingly the door relieving in front of you a completely naked man smelling the shampoo you had left on top of the sink, even without looking at you, Satoru could recognize your scent at least ten kilometers away so seeing him smiling when you stand still in the door frame is not a surprise for you.

"Satoru."

"I was missing hearing my name in your voice." His long eyelashes close as he utters these words, fluttering as he squeezes the bottle of shampoo to release the scent of coconut and vanilla. "Damn." Smells like you. His grip on the plastic bottle grows tighter before he finally sets it aside. He contemplates himself in the mirror for a moment before speaking again. "Come closer," he tells you, disguising his command as a request.

You don't know if it's because you don't feel like fighting that draws you toward him like a sailor to a siren's song, or if you really miss him and would be willing to do anything he asked of you to have his attention on you again. The only thing you recognize at this moment is his presence, which makes you feel overwhelmed and nervous, just like before when you were together.

Satoru turns to acknowledge your presence. "I asked you a question earlier." He stretches out his hand, and though your body tightens from the inside, you don't move a muscle. "Are you afraid of me, angel?" His fingers, which were hovering over your collarbone without yet touching you, descend along your sternum, brushing a nipple that hardens further by his presence as you try to pretend nothing affects you.

"No."

"Good." Satoru licks his lips. "Because I would never hurt you." As he continues to amuse himself with his fingers making circles you can't feel on your chest, your attention focuses on the details of his face; his pale skin and the red spot on his cheek that breaks the harmony of the color palette. "Now. Ask me."

You weren't prepared to hear what she had to say. Whatever his answer or justification, you could feel the weight of guilt of being complicit. Still, you dare to ask directly, "Whose blood is it?"

"I had to clean up," he replies with an exhausted sigh, then pulling his hand away from you and causing you to whimper almost like a wounded puppy. "The higher-ups," he finally adds, punching you in the lower stomach.

Immediately, something acidic pours into you, burning your insides, your esophagus, filling your mouth with saliva.

"Satoru?" you mumble barely audible, horror marking your frown and a brief pout warped by dismay. You needed him to tell you it was a joke. He took the hem of the blindfold and pulled it over his head like a bandana, only to let it rest beside you over the sink.

"Hm?" He's not looking at you, and you desperately look for him to continue the conversation.

"Did you kill them?" It's the question you don't want him to answer, even though deep down you already know the answer; you just need confirmation.

"Come with me."

Instead of answering your question, Satoru entwines his still-cold fingers with yours and guides you toward the shower that continues to spill water onto the tiles. You, on the other hand, don't move a muscle; your feet cling to the floor like roots as adrenaline floods through your bloodstream.

"Did you?" you insist.

"Just a few," he replies with the same relaxed expression.

"Just a few?! You can't…"

"Oh, but I did. I can, as a matter of fact. And I'll do it again if they dare speak to my future wife like that again."

In a matter of seconds, a lot happens. His fingers squeeze yours, proving to you that this was real; unlike the dreams and nightmares you've had about him over the past few days. His blue eyes finally stay locked on yours, burning your heated self with their icy presence as he tries to decipher what exactly is going on in your mind. You stumble over your own breath as you struggle to inhale deeply, rushing oxygen to your brain.

Something warm spills down your cheeks, descends into the depths of your belly and finally settles in your pelvis, riotous and intense, as subtle as the wings of a butterfly.

"I don't understand," is all you manage to say, your brain trying to process hundreds of stimuli at once. "Did you do it for me?" Guilt. Guilt.

You should feel guilty, your inner morale accuses you.

Once again, Satoru ignores you and pulls your hand to walk you towards the shower. This time you don't insist on standing still; your legs obediently respond by automatically moving toward the glass cubicle, giving his fingers permission to remove your clothing. Your tense body is grateful for the warmth of the water that immediately drenches you, for before he came to break what little stability you had managed to create, you were about to step into the shower.

For his part, he grabs the sponge and offers it to you, and it takes you a few seconds to accept it amidst the disheveled blinking that chases away the tears that threaten to spill. Then he drops a stream of the liquid soap and turns his back to you.

Moles and freckles hug it, from his broad, strong shoulders to the small of his back. Memories lash you; you remember tracing those moles when neither of you could sleep, you remember kissing them, you remember your fingernails creating red moons on it.

You carefully round his waist, your forehead rests right in the middle of his shoulder blades and the rain from the shower now falls directly on your head, making it a little difficult to breathe, but you stay there, tucked in your safe place. You remain silent like that for a while, feeling the warmth of the water wash away the dirt into the plumbing as everything he has said sorts itself out in your head like a jigsaw puzzle.

Last month, your life and everything you knew as stable came crashing down after a mission gone wrong. The bloodied faces of the civilians who died because of you haunt you every so often at night. This resulted in your demotion in rank as a sorceress and a six-month suspension. No missions. You couldn't set foot in the academy, which equaled no financial stability, not being able to help your parents pay for the house, much less pay for your own apartment.

You thought things couldn't get any worse until, a few days later, your boyfriend of two years broke up with you, leaving you adrift in a sea of unpleasant emotions that you couldn't control. So having Satoru here in front of you after days of not going out to see sunlight and having no contact with other human beings, feeling his presence under your body is overwhelming, almost unreal. You allow yourself to sob quietly, being cradled and coddled in his arms as he turns you to press your body much closer to his.

He cooing to you, murmuring sweet words that only he can say and that you long to hear.

"I'm sorry I left you when you needed me most. I had to pretend that the disappearance of a couple of higher-ups wasn't related to you. I would never put you in danger," he says once you've finished your shower and the jet of water has stopped.

Satoru holds your cheeks, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing to him. Inevitably, more tears spill down your cheeks and he hurries to wipe them away with his thumbs.

"Sh. I'm here now," he murmurs, keeping his gaze fixed on you, on your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

Your throat is still in a lump, but you nod slowly giving him the permission he needs and Satoru doesn't wait to place his mouth on yours taking you into a trance where you feel only his soft lips molding yours, purring as he pushes his mouth against yours. You feel him exploring every space, roaming every nook and cranny as the kiss intensifies accompanied by a soft chant of moans that grow louder each time.

Your ribs are pressed into his palms, his fingers defining the contours as he slowly pushes you against the wet wall.

"I missed you," he admits between kisses, finally pulling away to rest on the line of your neck and leaving a mark with his teeth.

. . .

Silently, Satoru guides you into the room, holding your hand the whole time. He helps himself by the dim light of the night lamp to move naked around the room. Seeing him act the way he used to, when everything was fine, fills your chest with nostalgia.

After a moment, he gets an extra towel from your suitcase along with essential oils that you always carry with you and with a kiss on the forehead followed by a brief giggle, he asks you to sit on the floor next to the bed to help you dry your hair. It's the first time in a long time that you don't have to worry about feeling guilty or sad, because all you can feel is him, his fingers, the way he interrupts his massages on your skull to kiss your face.

Satoru holds you against his chest all night. Your naked bodies melt as one under the silk sheets, he presses you against him as if he fears you will run away. His legs entwined like vines keep you safe.

In the middle of the night satoru turns his back on you releasing you from his prison and letting you be the one to protect him now, you circle his waist and hide your face in his silky clean hair, the strands tickle your face but you refuse to move away from the safety this moment brings you, the smell of your shampoo on him has never smelled so good.

"Satoru." You call out to him in a whisper so low you wonder if you've woken him. You don't want to interrupt his sleep and are surprised when he mumbles a Hm? Are you okay? "I didn't mean to wake you," you reply.

"I wasn't sleeping." This time he turns his body to look at you, holding his face with one hand while the other is on your waist, keeping you still. From the tired look and the slight dark circles under his eyes that begin to form, you wonder when was the last time he had a good night's sleep. "What's wrong?"

What you're about to say to him makes you embarrassed for some reason.

"You mentioned you wouldn't let anyone talk to your wife like that…" you blurt out the sentence, letting it float into the room unfinished. Hearing your words immediately makes him smile and you feel his fingers tighten on your skin.

"Yeah. I said that," he states proudly.

"You were serious?"

"There's nothing that would make me happier. So yes, you will one day be my wife when you're ready."

You are driven by emotion to throw yourself on top of him, pressing your body to his and melting into an embrace that neither of you wants to break first.

notes. yeah, he kills people but he's my little meow meow and have you considered that he's a good husband too? yeah that's what I thought.

[luxtout]

Flames Unveiled (Chapter 12- Woods Tell Secrets) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+) Non/Dub Con, injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst, blood, animal death

Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen @heavenly1927 @watercolorskyy @purplegardenwhispers

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A/N: Hey!!! Long time no post! Life has been crazy but please take this very long chapter as an apology! I hope you enjoy!!!

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You placed a cup of tea in front of your grandsire as he reclined, the Maesters diligently attending to his back and face.

"Ah, thank you, my dear... ah..." He winced as the Maesters peeled back a piece of blackened flesh. This was a rare occurrence in the week since your family had departed, as the King remained in great health, even expressing a desire for a small trip to the Kingswood.

Your heels clicked as you walked back to the small table, preparing tea for yourself, though you detested it; your grandsire enjoyed it in the early morning hours. Turning around, you observed them examining his face, noting the discoloration starting to spread across his eye and cheek. You flinched as they probed around his eye, applying a poultice, which elicited a groan from the King.

"Do not worry, it does not pain me much... I am fine, truly." He reached for his cup, his hands trembling as he brought it to his lips. You hesitantly nodded, raising your own cup, suppressing a grimace as you swallowed.

"Your Grace, I believe you should rest, if you wish," the Grand Maester suggested, only to be swiftly dismissed.

"I will do nothing of the sort. Leave us, I wish to have tea with my... granddaughter." His pause weighed heavily on your heart, and you noticed his sorrowful expression as he attempted another sip of his tea. Reluctantly, the Maesters gathered their materials, assisting your grandsire in donning a shirt before exiting the chamber.

"How are you feeling, grandsire? Are you truly well?" You set your cup down, leaning forward as if anticipating a secret revelation.

He chuckled softly, coughing before soothing his throat with a sip of tea. "I am. I believe the medicines have greatly aided me. That, and your gentle care."

You offered a sheepish smile, sinking back into your chair. Your fingers toyed with the folds of your red dress.

"That was your mother's dress, when she was young, well, closer to your age," your grandsire remarked, eyeing the fabric bunched in your hand.

"Yes, many of my clothes were hers. I am fortunate they all fit; they are such beautiful pieces," you replied with a smile, glancing down as your grandsire took another sip of his tea.

He squinted as he examined the necklace adorning your neck, focusing on the ruby pendant. "That is new."

Your cheeks flushed as you realized you had forgotten about the necklace, twirling the gem between your fingers. You managed only a nod, concealing any hint of secrecy.

You enjoyed the silence until the sound of your grandsire's discomfort pulled you up and rushing to his side. "Grandsire?"

"This thing... It burns..." He closed his eyes in pain, moving his hand over his face, shaking. You quickly rushed for a cloth, then searching for a water pitcher. With the damp rag, you softly removed the poultice, earning a soft exhale as he softly whispered, "Thank you..."

You nodded quietly, noting the inflammation on his skin once the poultice was removed. "Of course."

The door swung open, and the Queen entered, halting abruptly as she observed you stepping back with the rag. "What has happened?"

You placed the rag in a bowl, resting your hand gently on his shoulder. "The poultice was causing him pain, it was burning him."

Alicent swallowed, her expression unreadable. "I see. Are you both prepared for the journey? Is everything packed? Has your handmaiden taken care of everything?"

You nodded briskly as the Queen fired off her questions. "Yes, Mara helped me pack last night."

Alicent hummed thoughtfully. "Good. However, I intended to discuss the matter of your betrothal with you."

Your body tensed, releasing your grip on your grandsire's shoulder and clasping both hands in front of your stomach. The King attempted to rise. "Not now, Alicent."

You disregarded your grandsire's plea. "What about my betrothal?"

The Queen straightened her back, mirroring your hand position. "No need to worry. I have already spoken with Aemond. After the incident with the... dragons, I believe the public does not truly understand how two people who dislike each other could be betrothed."

You shrugged. "Isn't that how betrothals usually work?"

Alicent paused, a small gasp escaping her lips before she quickly composed herself, replacing her disappointment with a forced smile. "You're right. But we already have too many unhappy royal matches; we cannot afford to have any more, can we? You both seemed content when you first arrived, so why not keep up appearances?"

You pursed your lips, smoothing over your dress before stepping forward. "Of course, Your Grace."

Sensing your growing pride, she hastily added, "You may take your leave. I'm sure you wish to meet with Helaena..." She cast a disdainful glance at your neck, but her smile remained unwavering.

You nodded, bowing your head first to the King, then to the Queen. However, before you could slip out of the room, the Queen spoke again, "Oh, and I have taken it upon myself to assign you your own personal guard. Ser Erryk is waiting outside. I thought it prudent since you will be staying with us."

Ser Erryk had initially been your mother's personal guard before she departed for Dragonstone, so you were acquainted with the twin. Nevertheless, the idea of having a personal guard felt peculiar. "Thank you, Your Grace."

Ser Erryk stood at attention, nodding once as you exited the chambers. You proceeded down the hall, the metallic click-clack of Ser Erryk's armor echoing behind you as he struggled to keep pace. Truthfully, you acknowledged the wisdom in the Queen's decision to provide you with a personal guard; she likely recognized your tendency to wander the Red Keep's halls, occasionally outmaneuvering most individuals.

"Ser Erryk, do you accompany me everywhere?" You spun on your heel, gathering your red skirts as you walked backward.

"Within reason, Princess. If you prefer, I can part ways with you here," Ser Erryk replied plainly, his footsteps gradually slowing. You squinted slightly, noting a faint smile forming on his lips.

"Very well, Ser Erryk. You may go and... occupy yourself," you instructed, watching as he promptly turned on his heel and strode down the corridor. Glancing over your shoulder as you turned around, you made your way toward a familiar chamber up ahead.

In the past days, Aegon had descended into drunken frenzy, rarely seen without a cup in hand for more than a moment. You endeavored to steer clear of his inebriated outbursts, as they often led to violent altercations fueled by his wine. Two days ago, during dinner, when the Hand suggested he should cease his excessive drinking and attend to more pressing matters, Aegon's response was to hurl the glass he held, shattering several plates in the process.

His chambers were scarcely guarded; occasionally, Ser Arryk would be stationed nearby, permitting only Alicent and a few maids entry. However, this time, no one stood watch. Quietly, you turned the handle of the door, slipping inside and closing it with a soft click.

The room was in disarray, even worse than your previous visit. Wine casks cluttered every available surface, the drapes drawn shut except for the balcony windows left ajar to welcome the morning breeze. Sheets lay strewn across the bed, but you noticed a lump beneath a thin white coverlet, prompting you to call out softly.

"Aegon?" you whispered. Aegon grumbled, shifting onto his side, still obviously asleep. "Aegon."

He spat out, "I told you; I'm not fucking going."

Alicent must have visited him earlier, prompting you to approach, drawing nearer to the bedside. His hair resembled a tangled mess of white waves, dark circles forming beneath his eyes, and even at this early hour, his lips were tinged pink from the wine.

"Not even for me?" you whispered, prompting him to slowly rouse from his slumber. His arms stretched out before he rubbed his eyes, letting out a sleepy yawn.

"Hm? Oh, it's you," his voice softened. "Come to pay me a little visit?"

You playfully patted his arm, perching on the edge of the bed. "I came to see if you were ready, which obviously you are not."

"Oh, what's the fuss about? It's just one stupid trip in a cramped carriage. I don't even like hunting," he grumbled, sitting up on his elbows, causing the sheet to slip down to his abdomen. His gaze swept over your dress and your beautifully braided hair. "You look too pretty for a trip to the damn woods."

"Well, I heard there's to be a feast, music..." you began, but noticed Aegon's lack of interest. His hand wandered to the red fabric of your skirts, rolling it between his thumb and index. "Wine."

He arched a brow. "Are you trying to persuade me? It didn't work for my mother, and it won't work for you. You should get going before they leave you behind..."

You glanced down at him, gently pulling your skirts from his grasp as you stood. Walking to a nearby table, you absentmindedly spun a cup between your fingers, watching the red liquid pool at the bottom. The sheets rustled behind you, and you turned to see Aegon rolling onto his side, his body barely covered as he lay watching you. Raising the cup, you overturned it, spilling the drink onto the table.

"What in the seven hells are you doing?" Aegon sprang from the bed, snatching the cup from your grasp. He closed the distance between you, pinning you against the table and himself. "That was a perfectly good glass of wine."

You smirked triumphantly. "I got you out of bed, didn't I? Might as well get ready."

Aegon let out a throaty laugh, wagging his finger. "You really want me to come?"

"I'd like for you to be with your family. Your father is in good health; you might as well be with him before..." You paused, noticing Aegon's nakedness before you. It was difficult not to glance down at his slowly hardening member. Your mouth went dry at the sight. His abs were toned, and you yearned to run your hands over his body, feeling his warmth.

His lips hovered over yours, looking into your eyes as he waited for you to finish your words, but they would not form, gasping for air as he inched closer. "Was that the only reason you want me to come? Or do you want me there for those cold nights in your tent?"

"Do not flatter yourself..." You finally squeaked out, attempting to stand closer in defiance but his warm body engulfed your clothed one. Your hand slowly crept down, not truly knowing what to do next except to slightly brush his thick shaft with your fingertips.

Aegon let out a ridged breath, as his eyes remained glued to yours as your fingers brushed against his cock again, slowly moving up and down his length. Picking up the pace, you moved to his ear, "We leave within the hour."

Aegon let out a groan, cocking his head to the side trying to catch your lips but fails. "Then you mustn't tease..."

Your hand slowed, looking up at him with doe eyes, "Only if you swear to go."

Aegon's eyes grew dark, letting out another groan before nodding. Your hand pumped faster as you reached up to his face, lacing your lips with his. You were not used to how vocal Aegon was, with every touch he groaned, moaned, begged, and you loved the power you felt. He was now feeling how you felt, like putty in your hands, his knees buckled at every soft tug you gave him as he whimpered in your ear, "Y/N..."

Your lips perked up in a smile as he moaned your name, slowing your pace again. You remembered how else woman in Flea Bottom pleasured men, so before Aegon could protest in your slowing motion, you kneeled down before him, where his cock was right in front of your face. Your face felt like it was burning, feeling your heartbeat in your ears as you looked up through your lashes, noticing Aegon's gaze remained on you, waiting.

"Go on."

You inched closer, your soft breath hit his red tip, gulping before licking it softly. Aegon shuttered, grabbing your hair, pulling it free of its braid. Your tongue slowly worked around the soft tip, around the slit, indulging in the sweet groans spilling from Aegon's throat. Finally, you slid the tip in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head back and forth going deeper and deeper. You felt every vein pulsate in your mouth, as it twitched when you pushed all the way down, until your nose brushed against the tufts of silver around his base.

"Y/N... Fuck..." He moaned harshly, his grip tightened on your hair as he snapped his hips towards your mouth, fucking it at an animalistic pace. "Look at you... Taking my cock so well."

You gagged at each thrust; tears filled in your eyes as you felt his cock twitch as he neared his end. The lude sounds of saliva gushing around filled the room, as the air went thick. His thrusts became sloppy as his seed quickly shot into the back of your throat, the sour sweet mixture mixed with your saliva as you pulled away, swallowing the remains and wiping your mouth clean.

You remained on your knees; your ears burned in embarrassment. Aegon panted, leaning over you as his cock went semi hard in front of your view. You slowly raised, trying to avoid Aegon's gaze as you tried walking past him, but you were stopped by his harsh grip, throwing you back against the table.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was rough, leaving sloppy kisses around your neck and jaw, his hands exploring your body as he attempted to lift your skirts. Your moans only encouraged him as he lifted you onto the table, causing pitchers and dishes to crash. "Did you think you could just do that and not get a rise out of me?"

"Aegon... We mustn't," you all but moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair, kissing his lips and neck as he thrust his hips into you. You wanted to, your body craving him in this moment, your core pulsating with desire at every touch he bestowed upon you. The sensation of Aegon's hardening cock pressing against your leg only heightened the intensity of the moment.

"Why not? You started this..." Aegon moved to your shoulders, grateful that your dress was off-the-shoulder and easily accessible. The kisses soon turned into bites as he attempted once again to lift your skirts.

"Aegon, I'm serious. Everyone is ready to depart..." you pleaded, pushing his hands away and meeting his deep violet eyes. You knew he didn't care, but he was well aware of what his mother would do if they were both late.

"Then I suggest you fix yourself, you're a mess," he smirked, pushing you away and rummaging through the piles of clothes in the room.

You searched for a mirror, examining your appearance. Your braid had come undone, a detail the Queen would surely notice, so you set about redoing it as best you could, pinning it back away from your face. Your lips were swollen, but there was little you could do to remedy that. Stepping back, you began adjusting your dress, momentarily forgetting about Aegon's presence.

"You do look beautiful," he spoke softly, wrapping his now clothed arms around your waist and swaying with you in his embrace. His eyes lingered as you closed yours, then drifted to the necklace, eliciting a soft smirk from him.

"Careful now, I might think you've started to fall in love with me," you joked, but he withdrew his arms with a sigh. You followed as he made his way to another table, pouring himself a glass of wine and downing it before grabbing another.

"Let's be off. We shouldn't be late, after all."

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The carriage was a bit packed, just as Aegon had predicted. Aegon and Aemond occupied the far side of the carriage, both gazing out the window, while you and Helaena sat opposite them. Helaena's wet nurse for the children sat beside her.

"I think the fresh air would do nicely for the children," Helaena smiled, bouncing Jaehaerys on her lap. Jaehaera squealed as the carriage bumped along, fidgeting in the arms of the wet nurse.

"Princess..." the wet nurse attempted to calm the toddler, but Jaehaera easily wriggled free, tottering to the other side of the carriage and tapping Aegon's leg.

After several attempts to gain his attention, she babbled loudly enough to capture his notice, prompting him to scoop her up in his arms. It was a heartwarming sight to see Aegon whispering to his daughter, yet it also elicited a pang in your chest, reminding you of the wrongness of feeling so attached to him. He was not yours; he could never be yours; you were meant to marry Aemond... But even he was not truly yours either.

"I feel as though this trip will be the start of something..." Helaena leaned in toward you, her tone secretive. "For days, I've had this feeling... like there's a storm brewing around King's Landing, swirling and engulfing everyone in its darkness. A monster lurks within the walls of the Keep, growing and waiting... I'm glad we left; perhaps things will improve."

You cocked your head at her words, trying to process them. It wasn't the phrasing that confused you, but the fear that spilled from her lips, as if there truly was something looming, ready to harm everyone. "Then let's enjoy the peace while we can."

Helaena hummed, watching as Jaehaerys struggled to sit on your lap. Once nestled in, he slowly began to snore. In Aegon's arms, Jaehaera rested against him, sucking on her fingers as she slept. The road to the Kingswood was long, and you had been riding for hours, but the end of the journey was nearing.

Tension hung thick in the carriage. Aemond refused to meet your gaze, staring blankly out the window as he fiddled with his jacket. On the other hand, Aegon couldn't seem to take his eyes off you, even as he held his daughter. You knew your actions had ignited something in him, as they had in you. You yearned for him to take you, to lift your skirts and make you scream his name until you could no longer speak... It was becoming unbearable.

Fortunately, the city of tents came into view, prompting the wet nurse to quickly gather the children before the carriage halted. Cheers erupted from the lords and ladies as Alicent and your grandsire exited their private carriage, everyone congratulating him on his good health.

Aegon stood up, slightly hunched over in an attempt to stretch, peering outside the tiny window at the throng of people. "All these people came for him," he scoffed, leaning against the frame.

As the carriage doors were about to open, you quickly suggested, "I think both of you should hold the children. Show everyone the next generation of the dragon..."

Aegon glared at you blankly, but Helaena gently squeezed your arm as she rose, reaching for the wet nurse to hand over her children. The door opened, and Aegon stepped out, taking Jaehaerys in his hands, waiting at the bottom for Helaena, who carried Jaehaera. The crowd erupted into applause.

You hesitated for a moment, reluctantly glancing up at Aemond, who was already standing. He seemed uninterested in the pageantry of the trip, but he loved his mother and would play his part.

"Just pretend," he whispered, extending his hand.

"Just pretend," you echoed, forcing a smile as you took it. He exited first, then turned back to help you out of the carriage. The crowd was larger than you had anticipated, with lords and ladies from Casterly Rock, Storm's End, Oldtown, and Highgarden all present, clad in their house colors, while smaller houses stood among them.

The biggest tent was filled to the brim with food and wine. Meat sizzled on the grill alongside fresh vegetables and bread, with sweet treats laid out for the gossiping ladies to indulge in when the wine ran low. However, you didn't foresee the wine running out anytime soon, as cask upon cask stood ready to be tapped.

Aemond stood by your side, both of you wearing the same fake smile as numerous ladies approached, inquiring about the wedding planning.

"In truth, there's so much to consider. From the food to the decorations, it becomes... challenging," you replied, smiling at Lady Lynesse Hightower, Alicent's aunt. "The Queen has been very attentive throughout the planning process."

"That's wonderful to hear. I imagine you both must be very excited to wed," Lady Lynesse remarked, her gaze drifting over your smiling faces and then to Aemond's arm around yours as you traced circles on it. "You would both make beautiful children."

Heat flooded your cheeks, rendering you momentarily speechless. Aemond spoke up in response, "We would, wouldn't we?"

You managed a cheeky smile, scrunching your nose. "Of course. I consider myself truly fortunate."

Meanwhile, Aegon observed from a distant table, noting the closeness between you and Aemond. It made him feel sick. He found himself drinking more wine, nearly finishing a cask himself, bitterly watching as you moved around the tent, seemingly displaying your affection for his brother, or so he believed.

After leaving Lord Redwyne, Aemond finally escorted you to a table laden with wine and fruits. You picked up a glass, quickly gulping down the sweetness before setting it back down.

Aemond's gaze lingered on you, as if he were trying to provoke a reaction. He gently brushed a lock of your hair before leaning in. "Do you think they bought it?"

You surveyed the room, observing everyone laughing and drinking. You searched for the Queen, but she floated around the room, engaging with the guests. "It doesn't matter if they believe it. She needs to."

A sigh escaped Aemond's lips as he scanned the room for someone, perhaps Helaena. "I truly don't wish to be stuck by your side all evening. There are other things I could be doing."

You hummed in response. "Oh, of course. I don't want you to suffer by my side. Besides, I imagine you'd prefer to entertain your sister while everyone is distracted?"

Aemond's grip on your arm tightened, drawing closer. To an onlooker, it might have seemed like he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "Say that out loud again, and you'll regret it."

You narrowed your eyes, unfazed by his empty threats. "You don't scare me, Aemond. It doesn't concern me what you do with your... free time."

Aemond's lips curled into a smile. "And what do you do in your free time? I hear you've been assigned a new personal guard. Are you going to uphold the family tradition and seduce this one?"

You recoiled from his touch. "What are you insinuating, uncle?"

"I'm merely suggesting..." He smirked, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "Targaryen women have their needs... But I'm not certain if they're being met. Unless they are, pray tell, who would it be?"

Your face flushed with embarrassment at his words. "I am perfectly capable of tending to my needs on my own."

Silence enveloped you both, suffocating in its intensity. The Queen gently took hold of both your arms, smiling. "Is everything alright?"

Aemond kissed his mother on the head before hurrying away. You nodded curtly. "Of course."

Alicent nodded in return. "Perfect. I have more people for you to meet..."

You stood in the midst of the room, listening to the muted chatter of the women gathered around the desserts. Helaena sat on the couch, shifting over slightly to make room for you, but you were too mentally drained to notice. She rose from her seat, gently guiding you to a quiet table nearby. The men had congregated outside by the bonfire, discussing hunting and other masculine pursuits, leaving the women to engage in talks of betrothals, scandals, and more.

"It's all quite overwhelming, isn't it?" She smirked, casually turning her shoulder away from the other women. "I wouldn't be surprised if some of those ladies have a stable boy waiting in their tent."

You chuckled, attempting to muffle it with your hand. "Or perhaps a handmaiden."

Helaena tried to stifle her own laughter, resting her head on your shoulder for support. You wanted to confide in her, to ask for her advice, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Could you really tell her that you wished to fuck Aegon?

"Hel, there's something I need to tell you."

She perked up at your tone of secrecy, leaning in closer so you wouldn't have to speak too loudly.

"I, uh... I have someone... a paramour," you confessed, wincing as you awaited her reaction. Yet instead of anger, you found pure excitement in her expression.

"Oh! That's wonderful news, Y/N! Isn't it thrilling?" She grasped your hands, gently rubbing them with her thumbs. "Can I ask who it is?"

You shook your head hesitantly. "I don't think..."

"That's okay. I completely understand. After all, I haven't even told you about my own paramour..." She smiled, unaware that you already knew.

Your thumbs continued to rub her hands, attempting to distract yourself from thoughts of Aemond, even Aegon, though they persisted in haunting your mind.

"Y/N, are you alright? Would you like some fresh air?" Helaena leaned in, noticing your detachment.

"Yes, please," you murmured, allowing Helaena to lead you out of the tent. The sky displayed a beautiful blend of pink and purple hues, the crisp air caressing your skin, accompanied by the scent of smoke. Men roared with laughter around the King, drinking carelessly, their figures teetering dangerously close to the fire.

"Come, let's leave the men..." Helaena guided you through the maze of tents, weaving around until it was just the two of you. The soft chirping of crickets faded with each step until you halted, turning to gaze at the smoke billowing into the sky.

Though neither of you spoke, the sense of tranquility enveloped you both. Helaena knew that by leading you this far away, she could speak openly with you, without veiled words, only the truth.

"So, have you... indulged in..." Her choice of words caused you to burst into laughter, struggling to maintain a serious demeanor. Unable to resist, Helaena joined in, gripping your arms as she tried to contain herself. "I'm sorry."

You quickly shook your head. "No, there's no need to apologize." You bit your lip, contemplating what to disclose to her, but you trusted her to keep a secret. "We haven't, officially... but we've engaged in some... activities."

Helaena squealed with excitement, jumping slightly and clapping her hands.

"You don't think it's improper of me? To be involved in these... activities?" You spoke softly, leaning in closer. Heat flooded your cheeks and ears as you awaited Helaena's response.

"Of course not. Remember, I'm not faithful to my husband," she whispered, licking her lips as she noticed your discomfort. "Is he good to you?"

Without hesitation, you nodded quickly. "He has his moments."

Helaena's smile widened, and she took your hand in hers before glancing behind you.

"I apologize for intruding, my ladies. I noticed you so far out, and I wanted to make sure you were both alright," a familiar voice boomed from behind, prompting you to slowly turn on your heel. You recognized those gray eyes and dark curls as he approached, evidently remembering you. "Oh, my apologies, my princesses."

Helaena spoke first, sensing your unease. "We're quite alright, my lord. We were just enjoying some fresh air before the festivities."

Gareth raised his hand. "I am no lord, princess. I am nothing but a blacksmith. I'll leave you both to it then." His eyes briefly grazed over your figure, trailing up to your hair and eyes. You did your best to ignore him, knowing that if Aegon saw him, you wouldn't know how he would react. Gareth slowly turned away, clasping his hands together as he made his way toward the giant tent.

Helaena noticed your tension and gently touched your shoulder. "Do you know him? Oh, is he your..."

You glanced quickly at her. "I know him. But he's not... no."

She nodded curtly, choosing not to press further. "Shall we head back then? I can smell the roast from here."

"Yes, I'm famished," you lied.

As you entered the crowded tent, laughter and music filled the air. Everyone was seated, unaware as you and Helaena slipped through to find two empty chairs near the Queen's side of the table.

Helaena quickly served a portion of potatoes onto her plate before turning to you, adding more food to your own plate. "Here, try the goose. It's quite good."

After she finished scooping the last of the vegetables onto your plate, you could barely see the bottom of it. Her plate looked equally full as she licked her lips before stabbing her food with her fork. She ate quickly, pausing only for occasional sips of water.

Noticing your gaze, she remarked, "I apologize. The sickness is nearly over, and I'm as hungry as ever. I suppose my appetite found its way onto your plate."

You hummed, picking up some carrots from your plate. "I understand. When my mother was pregnant with Viserys, she always had the cooks make two of everything, but she was particularly fond of the cakes for dessert."

Helaena moaned, "Oh, cakes! This babe is going to be the death of me, I swear it, Y/N."

A soft smile graced your lips as you cut into your goose, savoring the flavorful, fatty meat. Helaena was right; it was delicious. Glancing down the table, you noticed Aemond and Aegon sulking at the end next to the Hand, their grandfather. Aegon drank as he listened to the Hand speak, avoiding eye contact with his grandfather and occasionally letting his gaze linger on you as you ate and drank.

"Y/N, let's grab some desserts and hit the dancefloor!" Helaena sprang from her seat, her plate now empty. Her hand wrapped around your forearm, pulling you up from your wooden chair and guiding you toward the large table adorned with an array of cakes and fruits.

As Helaena scanned the table for a lemon cake, you plucked a sweet from the front and popped it into your mouth before turning your attention to the dancefloor.

"What a small world it is that we find ourselves here again, little dove," Gareth's voice murmured beside you. Your body tensed at his words, and you slowly raised your head to meet his gaze.

"Indeed," you replied tersely.

A sly smirk played on Gareth's lips. "Last time we spoke, you were dressed in rags, drunk, and bothering yourself with some hot-tempered prick," he continued. Your glare only seemed to fuel him. "Now, here I am conversing with a princess, and I assume the future heir to the throne, if I'm not mistaken."

"You're not," you replied simply, feeling the room closing in around you as he turned his attention back to the table, picking up a tart. "I thought you were leaving."

"I did," he said between bites of tart. "But then I heard the King was coming to the Kingswood, and what's a hunt without a blacksmith? Hard to kill animals with just sticks and rocks."

You tried to stifle a laugh. "I would imagine so." You scanned the room, searching for Aegon. You feared his drunken temper if he saw Gareth again, if he noticed how close Gareth was to you.

Gareth seemed to hold no fear of Aegon. He had encountered Aegon in Flea Bottom a few times, familiar with his drunken antics and penchant for spouting insults and empty threats at anyone who crossed his path. But that night when Gareth first met you, he discovered that Aegon backed up his words with violence—a broken nose, split eyebrow, cheekbone, and a blackened eye.

Your blood ran cold when you realized you couldn't spot Aegon in the crowded room. Bodies swirled around you, laughter echoing off the walls. You couldn't risk a violent altercation if you continued talking to Gareth. Yet, despite your apprehension, you also felt a strange exhilaration whenever you were near him, like a young girl with a secret crush.

"Y/N! Oh, hello again," Helaena exclaimed, breaking your thoughts. Her hand clutched a lemon cake, a bite already taken out. Her eyes darted from Gareth back to you, a hint of intrigue dancing in her light violet eyes. "Shall we dance?"

"Yes," you whispered finally, taking Helaena's cake-free hand and offering Gareth a small smile. Helaena quickly shoved the cake into her mouth, noting the tension in your body as you made your way to the crowded center of the dance floor. The band played a lively tune, and you and Helaena interlocked hands, swaying to the music.

"So... Was he your..." Helaena started, a smirk tugging at her lips as she watched your eyebrows raise.

"No! No. I just... Once when I was in Flea Bottom, I met him in a tavern," you explained, spinning her around as you spoke, still scanning the crowd.

"Hm, he is very handsome..." She giggled, picking up her light green skirts and twirling around. You fought back a smirk. "It is only the truth."

Across the crowded room, someone kept a watchful eye on the two of you. Aemond grew restless sitting next to Aegon, who grumbled under his breath before every gulp of wine, but he blocked him out when he noticed you talking to a blacksmith.

He tipped his glass to his lips, observing the man who brought a smile to your face. Perhaps she wasn't fucking her guard...

He couldn't deny that you looked beautiful this evening. Your hair cascaded down your back, the braids imperfect yet charming. His gaze lingered on your smile, your lips. In that moment, he felt possessive over you. He knew your disdain for him only deepened with each passing day, and his hurtful words didn't help. But he couldn't resist the satisfaction of seeing your flustered face, how you tried to maintain composure around him, and how you lied...

He crossed his legs as Helaena dragged you to the dancefloor, spinning and twisting around without a care. You truly perplexed him. He watched the man glare from his spot at the dessert table, stealing another lemon cake before slipping from the tent, disappearing into the night.

Aemond knew he had something to hold over you. Who was that mystery man to you? Was he truly anyone worth noting? He wasn't sure, but he knew he had to find out, one way or another.

You rested back on the small bed in your tent, engrossed in a book. The skirts of your nightgown pooled at your thighs as you brought your knees up slightly, your lips moving with each passing word. The book's words were faint, written many years ago, causing you to squint every other line. This distraction made you unaware of the flaps of your tent opening and closing.

The thin bed dipped down, startling you. Aegon clumsily crawled onto the bed, pausing when you placed your book to the side.

"What do you want, Aegon?" you whispered, mindful of the thin material of the tent.

His lips curled into a sly smile as he rested his head in his hand, watching you from below. His free hand caressed your exposed calf. Obviously drunk, the stench of wine on his clothes made you hold back a scoff. Your stomach fluttered at the slight feeling as he raised his hand, rubbing around your knee. "Can't seem to forget about the state you put me in this morning."

He rolled to his knees, his hands trailing around your legs, the friction causing a slickness between your legs. "Nothing more than what you're used to."

His hands rested against your thighs as he brought his lips to your knees, kissing slowly. Your heart leapt into your throat, feeling his kisses moving upwards as he slowly parted your legs. "And what am I used to, love?"

"Pleasure. No matter who or what gives it to you," you replied, recalling Aegon's encounter with the maid and the sinking feeling it gave you. But dwelling on it served no purpose; he wasn't yours.

Aegon found your tone amusing, pausing his movements to lock eyes with you. "And is that not the same for you? Do you not like how I make you feel..."

Your hips involuntarily rolled as his hands resumed their movements. His rings dug into your plush thighs as he planted sloppy kisses on your inner thigh, inching towards your slick folds. You didn't need to respond; your body conveyed everything to Aegon, your face close to your warmth.

"You know, I saw you watching that night, while I fucked that maid," he murmured, his voice low as he tenderly kissed your slit, eliciting a soft whimper from you. "Or am I mistaken?"

You attempted to bite your lip, becoming a stammering mess, your gaze following his movements as he raised your skirts to your stomach. Without hesitation, you spread your legs, perhaps a little too eagerly, earning a chuckle from him.

"You really want this? For me to make you feel good..." In a swift moment, his tongue slicked a stripe against you, placing a kiss before pulling back.

You whimpered at the loss of the warmth, "Aegon, don't tease."

He slowly brought up his index, slowly rubbing circles on your sensitive bud, causing a shuttering moan to escape your lips. His pace was cruelly slow, and he knew it, licking his lips as he watched your eyelids flutter closed.

"Mouth or finger?"

You dipped your head to the side, trying to comprehend his question. His finger halted, waiting for your response. "What?"

Aegon brought his lips to your thigh, kissing it softly. "Would you like me to use my mouth... or my fingers?" Pressing another kiss close to your cunt.

"Fuck... Aegon." You muttered, your core ached as he kissed your slit once more, "Mouth. Mouth."

His tongue ran a slow strip on your slick folds, teasing your entrance as he held his grip on your thighs, "You're so wet."

Your legs clenched together when he started to pick up his pace, devouring your cunt with his mouth. His arms pulled them apart, his head pushing deeper as his tongue flicked its way around, lapping at your juices. You tried to muffle your moans, not wanting to cry out and alert anyone of the pure pleasure Aegon is putting you in.

A coil was tightening in your core, your fingers laced themselves in Aegon's hair as you started to let out cried, mewling his name. "I... I'm close."

Hearing your cries made Aegon grind his hips down to the bed for relief, sucking at your clit. The sensation became overwhelming, as your release came without notice, wiggling around as Aegon licked up your mess. A moment passed as you both tried to catch your breaths, Aegon sat up between your legs, his eyes dark and his lips wet.

"You kill me." He spoke above a whisper, leaning in to capture your lips, your release still coated them and his tongue. He hovered over top of you, spreading your legs more as he buckled his hips against your cunt.

You kissed him back with the ferocity he did, moving your hands to cup his face. His left hand trailed down your collarbone, pulling at the neckline of your nightgown, kissing the skin of your shoulder and chest softly. Your breathing hitched as he moved lower, bringing the neckline lower, just above your breasts. "And how do I kill you?"

Aegon licked and nipped at your soft skin, his pants growing tighter and tighter as he brought his right hand to knead your one breast while kissing the top of the other. "Look at what you do to me."

You felt the tightness in his pants pressing against your core, and for a moment, you didn't care if things progressed, if he took you right then and there on the bed, and Aegon was thinking the same exact thing. "Aegon..."

You caressed his hair as he moved to release you of your nightgown, but the sound of the tent's flaps opening caused your blood to run cold.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for the late hour, but—Oh!" Helaena's sweet voice filled the tent. Aegon reluctantly let go of your dress as you frantically tried to fix yourself.

"Helaena—" Your voice shook, but she had already made her exit from the tent. Aegon rolled to his side as you sprang up, grabbing your robe and rushing outside to try and catch her. "Helaena," you whispered, scanning the rows of tents for her.

When you caught a glimpse of her pacing around, your chest nearly caved in. She was dressed in her nightgown as well, a gold robe tied around her waist. Her hair was in a long braid cascading down her back, and every time she turned, it would whip to the side.

"Helaena, please, let me explain." You closed in on her, but you were shocked when she ran up to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

"Oh, Y/N! This is great! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She kissed your cheeks repeatedly, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

"You're not... mad?" You were utterly shocked, pulling her at arm's length so you could see her face.

Helaena quickly shook her head. "No... I'm happy. Don't be upset, Y/N. I'm glad he is your paramour; I can have mine; he can have his. I am finally rid of him; can't you tell how perfect this is?"

Your lips twitched into a smile, relieved she doesn't care, but you didn't want her to tell Aemond; you couldn't have that. You knew he would hold it over your head, leaving subtle hints to his mother. He would do anything to try and ruin you.

"You can't tell anyone. Please, let it just be known by us," you whispered, to which Helaena agreed. Your body shook, the fire now reduced to embers and the crickets were awake making sweet sounds.

"Then I shouldn't hold you any longer," she winked, slightly shoving you towards your tent. "I'll make sure there are no further interruptions."

Your face burned in embarrassment, whispering a soft goodnight before finding your way back inside your tent. Aegon made himself comfortable, wrapped in your sheets and head buried in your fluffy pillows.

"Is she displeased?" he muttered once he heard the ruffling of your robe falling over a chair.

"No," you hummed, pulling the sheets back to see his bare chest rising and falling. "She was actually pleased."

This earned a half-hearted chuckle from him, opening his eyes slowly, watching you climb into bed. His hands scrunched at the sheets as you pulled them over your chest. "Good."

He scooted closer, nuzzling his head on your chest as he sighed in contentment. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"Enough," he muttered before blissfully snoring away.

You remained wide awake, stuck with your thoughts. You felt as if you were in your own personal hell, lusting for a man who only wants you when he is drunk. You knew you had to evade Aemond's suspecting gaze; if he were to see you and Aegon holding each other for warmth, he would make you regret ever stepping foot in King's Landing again. And sweet, sweet Helaena; her face when she found out only confused you further. What would she think if you were to marry one brother and the other be your paramour?

The side of your tent rustled, sending you upwards, causing Aegon to groan annoyed. The sound of faint footsteps strolling by disappeared as Aegon whispered, "Go to bed; it was most likely that guard of yours."

So, you lay back, closing your eyes, and your chest fell into rhythm with Aegon's.

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"I talked my mother into letting me ride with you all!" Helaena smiled as she took her place next to you at the grand table in the middle of the tent. She wore her riding leathers, gold trim blended in with the grey.

Scooping up your fruits, you turned to face her. "How did you manage that?"

"I begged. I told her that I'm not too far along, and it wouldn't harm the babe." She shrugged, piling her plate high.

The tent was quieter than the night before, with men readying themselves for the hunt, joking and already drinking. At the middle of the table sat your grandsire and Alicent, both barely speaking, exchanging only minimal words of no importance. On the other end sat your uncles, both looking worse for wear.

"They look dreadful," you muttered, causing Helaena to look up with a hum.

"Hm? Oh, I presume Aemond didn't think the guards did a good and thorough job watching over everyone, so he stayed up to fulfill the job," she spoke with annoyance, but her scowl turned into a smirk. "As for Aegon... Hm, I have no idea."

You softly nudged her arm. "You're the worst. No, he's just hungover, most likely waiting until he can have another fill."

With your plate now empty and the tent filling up with riled men ready to go, you rose and told Helaena you would be waiting outside. The weather was looking favorable, with no clouds and a slight breeze to cool down the heat. It made you wish to find a spot against a tree and read.

Your leathers whipped in the wind, adorned with red thread embroidered on the chest cascading downward. Another piece of clothing that belonged to your mother. On your hip was the dagger, ready for accessibility.

"Finished breakfast, niece?" a voice crept up from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I hear you were up all night. How kind of you to watch over us, uncle," you retorted, looking forward and avoiding his gaze.

His laugh was lost in the breeze again. "Well, I just needed to be sure everyone in my family was safe in their tents."

You clenched your jaw as he inched closer, his arm bumping your shoulder. "Well, job well done. Shouldn't you be getting some rest, then?"

"Were you well-rested? I saw you stalking about outside your tent last night. Quite late for a young lady, wouldn't you say?" he hummed, trying to provoke a reaction from you. You tried to hide your reddened face, mentally slapping yourself for not noticing him earlier.

"I needed some air," you replied.

"Is that so?" He smirked, which angered you. You knew he was trying to get somewhere, trying to catch you in a lie, and it was going to be difficult.

"It is," you spoke dryly, causing Aemond to tsk under his breath, like a parent scolding a child.

"You see, I think you are lying, sweet niece." His arms clasped behind his back, rocking on his heels. "I saw you with a strange man last evening. Was he highborn or lowborn? Oh, it does not matter because later in the night, while I was taking my rounds, I thought I heard the sweet sounds of a moaning maiden. Or am I mistaken?"

There was no hiding your reddened face, but you could try to lie. "You are mistaken."

"I am? I apologize, but may I say one thing? It was not long ago since I was the cause of you making those noises..." His lips curled upward before he turned away. He wanted to ruin you, to toy with you, and you knew once you were married, he might continue or do much worse.

Thankfully, your grandsire hobbled out of the tent; attendants ran beside him as he ordered for the horses to be brought out for everyone. Helaena stalked beside you, fidgeting with her hands as she waited for an available horse, her nervousness bouncing off you as your hands clenched your coat.

Your grandsire struggled to mount his horse, halting as he placed his leg over, trying to steady himself and taking deep breaths before he spoke. "I'd... I'd like to ride with my daughter..."

You heard the pause in Helaena's breathing as she turned to face you, her eyes showing a hint of fear, as if she did not wish to accompany him. Her legs did not move, even when you placed a hand on the small of her back, trying to whisper, "Go on."

But everyone halted when he rasped out, "Rhaenyra."

You knew what he meant, everyone did, but your throat tightened as you noticed him extend his only hand out for you to take. Helaena sank back, finally letting out a soft breath as she glanced over at your frozen figure. After what felt like hours, your legs finally moved, trying to ignore the watchful stares of the men lined up, waiting to mount up.

A black horse, a coat darker than a raven, waited for you by the King's side, shaking its head side to side. You grasped the reins, stepping quickly on the small wooden steps, hoisting yourself over the stallion. Your eyes shifted to your grandsire; his lips formed into a weak smile before looking onward.

Everyone followed suit as they mounted up. The air was full of neighs and demands as guards rode up beside the King, who gave the signal to start towards the forest. The leaves rustled as the breeze blew past, cooling everyone down from the unbearable heat. You knew the heat was trying on your grandsire, who occasionally let go of the reins to dab his head with a thin cloth before shoving it back into the pocket of his jacket.

You tilted your head over your shoulder; Helaena looked like a wilting flower atop her horse, a permanent frown plastered on her face as she hunched over the reins. Aegon and Aemond stood behind her, both silently watching the tree line as if something were to jump out. As they rode on, it seemed they could barely stand to be near each other. Men stood beside them, sporting their longswords and spears, joking around as they searched for anything to sink their blades into.

"What are we looking for?" You broke the uncomfortable silence with your grandsire. "Boar? Stags?"

Your grandsire chuckled lowly. "You do not need to concern yourself with such things. I do not want you to be harmed in any way."

In that moment, you wondered if he even knew who he was talking to—his granddaughter or his first-born child. His face softened as he looked you over, and a small voice in your head told you his health was slowly leaving him. Still, you forced a smile on your face as you hurried on.

After a few moments, your grandsire raised his arm. "Wait. We shall... stop here for a few... a few moments."

The guards dismounted their stallions, as did you, rushing to his side as he hunched over, taking shallow breaths. "Grandsire! Do you have any milk of the poppy?"

The guards attempted to aid him down, but he swatted their hands away. "I am fine! Nothing but the heat! Water!"

A young squire ran to him with a canister of cool water, watching as he brought it to his lips, letting the liquid trickle down his chin. You dismounted from your horse, rushing to his side quickly. "Would you like to continue, or shall we have everyone rest?"

Your grandsire licked his lips, his eyes shifting to the people behind you both. "I do not wish for there to be any delay..."

"There will be no delay. You are the King; what you say, everyone will do. We can scout the nearby land and search for any game." You rubbed his hand as he nodded, making the order known and the clattering of metal, dirt, and mud filled the air.

You fidgeted with your dagger, leaving your grandsire with his guards as you walked towards Helaena. She jumped off her horse with the aid of Aemond, who extended his arm to her as their eyes lingered for a moment too long.

Helaena quickly shoved him off when she noticed you. "Oh, Y/N!"

You smiled, ignoring Aemond, who stormed back to his horse, messing with the buckles. "The King wishes to rest, and the men are heading into the woods to hunt. Would you like to accompany me on a walk?"

Helaena smiled. "Of course."

The dense wood muffled the barking hounds and the cheering men, but it felt like a respite from your struggling grandsire. You both walked alongside a calm stream, stopping periodically when Helaena would find new insects to carry in her palms.

"It's a wonder how you still have space in your hands." You smiled down at her as she helped a centipede onto her palm, allowing it to crawl around a worm, beetle, caterpillar, and spider.

"Perhaps you could lend me yours?" She tipped her head upwards, smiling toothily as she saw your face change to one of disgust.

"I would not be as gentle as you are."

A twig snapped behind you, the area covered by bushes and thick trees, and you felt a sense of dread overcome you. Your hand went to undo your dagger, holding the blade high as you slowly walked towards the sound. Helaena remained crouching by the stream, as if she wanted to appear invisible to whatever was stalking you both.

You walked at a slow pace, leaving Helaena's line of sight. Behind the brush, you raised your dagger, ready to strike, but your hand was grabbed quickly as your back hit the tree. You went to scream, but you were stopped by a pair of lips, the taste of wine dripping onto your tongue.

Aegon pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours, his lips parted in a short sigh. Your eyes met his, and you could smell the wine on his breath, feeling disappointed. "You're drunk."

"And about time too. One more moment on that damn horse, and I would've asked Aemond to mercy kill me." His head dipped low, attempting to catch your lips, but you pulled away.

"Helaena is over there..." You whispered, your lips teasingly close to his as desire engulfed you both.

"You said she does not care..." His voice lowered, pushing forward as he kissed you with such ferocity that your knees almost buckled. Your free hand gripped at his short hair, earning a soft groan as you kissed him back. His left hand, still gripping your arm above your head, slowly traveled towards the dagger.

"Were you going to use this on me?" His mouth traced down your jaw to your neck, his callused fingers grasping the blade, taking it from your hand and admiring it. "Perhaps I could use this to cut you from this damn coat..."

You let out a soft groan as his lips found the soft spot on your neck. "Aegon, we mustn't."

Your body shook with anticipation when Aegon pointed the dagger at your clasp, toying with the metal. "Why must you be so serious? She will not mind your absence, but she may mind the noise."

Your hands slowly slid against his chest. "No, you're drunk. This must wait."

Aegon let out an exasperated groan, stepping back while still holding onto your dagger. He spun it around before throwing it into the dirt. As you bent down to retrieve it, he stomped over to the stream, sparking up a conversation with his sister.

"Ah, sister! I thought you would be alone!" Aegon jested, extending his hand as he caught sight of Aemond. Helaena was standing at the water's edge, collecting snails and slugs.

"I could say the same to you, brother. Niece! You can come out!" Aemond smirked, looking at you as you dusted off your hands and placed your dagger back in your holster.

"Do not excite yourself, brother. Our dear niece was only defending our sister. She came at me with a dagger, though we know she could not kill a fly." Aegon smiled, his eyes following you as you stopped next to him.

Helaena continued slowly walking along the waterline, ignoring her brother's antics. You went to follow, but Aemond stopped you.

"You think you're strong enough to kill someone?" His eyebrow raised, almost as if he knew his teasing would push you over the edge. Aegon, still aggravated by your rejection of his advances, joined in the teasing.

"Not someone, something," you corrected. "And if Aegon were any drunker, perhaps I would've."

Aegon snorted, digging in his boot for a flask of wine, bringing it to his lips before stumbling backwards away from everyone, though his eyes lingered on your frame as he walked away.

Aemond tightened his jaw at the sight of his older brother, his hand tapping at his blade as he glared at you one last time.

"Perhaps you should take care of him," you suggested, wishing for Aemond to leave.

"Yeah, when don't I?" he snapped, storming behind Aegon and shoving him harshly to the ground.

"What the fuck was that for?" Aegon yelled, pushing himself up from the dirt and throwing his now-empty flask at Aemond's face. His face reddened as he lunged toward Aemond, fists clenched as he swung.

"Oh, come on!" you screamed, crossing your arms, not wanting to step in.

Unknown to you, the bushes behind you both started rustling. Helaena slowly stopped moving, her hands completely full of creatures, her heart racing at the sound of the brush rustling. "Hello?"

Her head turned to her brother's fighting and you pacing around, waiting for them to finish, but Helaena felt uneasy. Her blood went cold when she heard a loud snort and footsteps running away.

Your attention to the men in front of you shifted when you heard a horrid scream from behind. Helaena dropped everything in her hands as she backed deeper into the water, falling back as she pushed away from the wild boar.

"Helaena!" You screamed, racing towards her as the boar ran parallel to you. Your hand fumbled at the latch to your dagger, trying to pry it out as the boar rushed at Helaena, pushing her back into the water.

You tripped, rolling on the ground as your free hand tried grabbing at the boar's leg. Helaena cried as she pushed at its belly with her hands, her head bobbing in and out of the water. It took Aegon and Aemond too long to notice what was occurring, but they quickly turned to help, though they were still too far away.

Sweat coated your brow as you lifted your dagger, your hand shaking as you brought it down on the back of the boar. Its squeal echoed in your ears as it turned around, huffing as it charged at you, still pushing you back onto the ground. Your dagger, now bloodied, raised in the air as you cried out and stabbed it again, and again, and again.

Your cries turned to grunts as the blows stopped the boar fully, its legs ceasing movement as it let out a final breath. Your hand, hair, and clothes were now covered in blood, your lip quivered as you pushed away from the animal, stumbling to your feet as you remembered Helaena in the water.

"Hel! Hel, are you... Are you alright?" You panted, rushing to the water's edge, where she sat, tears pooling at her eyes as she balled her fists.

"I'm sorry. I should've stayed close," she muttered, but you quickly engulfed her in a hug.

"No, I should apologize. I should have been here." You kissed her wet hair, looking up at Aemond and Aegon, both panting and looking between you, Helaena, and the boar.

Aemond helped Helaena out of the water, escorting her to the horses, where Aegon helped gather wood to bring the boar back to the camp.

"Are you okay?" His voice was steady, as if he had no ounce of alcohol in his system. You slowly looked up at him; his cheek was cut and bruised, but nothing else came to it.

"I am fine," you huffed, tying off the wood as you waited for Aegon to slide the boar onto the board. "I should be asking you the same question."

Aegon tsked. "I can take any punch that comes my way."

You looked up, trying to hide a smirk but failing. "Mind helping me pull?"

He didn't respond, just bent over and lifted the board, huffing with each step he took.

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You sat on your bed, brushing your wet hair, your eyes never leaving the side of your tent. When you arrived back at the camp, you were taken straight to the bathing tent, where you were scrubbed clean of any blood on your body.

When Alicent heard of the attack, she nearly dropped to her knees at the sight of Helaena, shaking like a leaf and wishing to be left alone. In the corner of your eye, you saw Alicent's resentful glare as she watched you dismount your horse and head into a tent.

You snapped out of your trance, standing up as you walked to place your comb in your luggage. Your nightgown stuck to your damp skin as you felt the warm breeze enter through the flimsy fabric. You waited by the entrance, expecting Aegon to arrive any moment. You did not know why you were so eager to see him; maybe it was the state he left you in last night or the surprise visit earlier in the day, but you needed him in more ways than one.

As if on cue, your tent flaps opened quickly, and Aegon entered sluggishly.

"What took you so long?" Your voice was hushed, leaning in as he stumbled into you. "Gods, you are piss drunk."

Aegon grunted. "Whatever."

You cocked your head, not understanding why he was being cold towards you. Gripping his chin to make him look you in the eyes, you asked, "Why? You were perfectly fine before-"

"You want to know why?" His voice shook as he licked his lips, anger slipping out through the cracks. "This family is draining, and I am done trying to serve it in the way they wish me to serve it."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "I don't understand. What have they done that's so different from normal?"

Aegon's hand snaked its way around your neck, rubbing your chin with his thumb as he tried to speak, but his words died. "Lay on the bed... I can make you feel good."

You slowly shook your head. "No. No, you're drunk."

In a moment, Aegon snapped, his hand harshly releasing your face. "Fine, I'll find someone else to sink my cock into."

Your throat tightened. "Aegon-" But he was already out of your tent, his footsteps disappearing into the night.

You stood there, waiting for him to come back, but he never did. Your throat felt as if it was on fire, trying to swallow back any self-pity you felt as you walked back into bed, placing the thin sheets over your body. Your heartbeat slowed as you looked at the top of the tent, thinking of everything that had happened and how much you missed your family. You thought of how Jace and Luke would make light of the boar incident, how Daemon would be proud, and how your mother would be a nervous wreck, but proud, nonetheless.

Finally, you were able to fall asleep.

You drifted in and out of consciousness, aware of the wetness beneath your legs. The breeze was cooler, sending gooseflesh down your body as you arched your back in response to a familiar sensation. Though tiredness oozed through your bones and muscles, the feeling didn't prevent you from letting out small gasps.

A tongue circled your clit again, causing you to lift your hips. "Hm."

It wasn't unusual for Aegon to wake you up like this. Some days, when he returned from Flea Bottom, he would slip into your bed. Instead of whispering your name, he would creep beneath your nightgown and devour you until you were shaking.

This night was no different, strong hands held your thighs down as they dipped their tongue into your cunny, sucking at your juices as you let out another cry. As if he sensed you waking up, his mouth kissed down your thigh, blowing softly at your sensitive clit.

"Aegon, don't tease." You let out a breathy moan, clenching the blankets as your eyes remained closed. He slowly inserted his ring finger, collecting your juices before pulling it out and rubbing your clit at a cruel pace as his tongue resumed lapping at you.

Your hips raised in pleasure, you felt overwhelmed as your coil started to tighten. "I'm close... Oh!"

He ripped his finger from your clit, replacing it with his mouth, and bringing his finger to your entrance, fucking you quickly with it. Your eyes nearly rolled behind your head as you tried to muffle your cries as you finally hit your release.

As your chest rose and fell, you finally cracked your eyes, looking up at the ceiling of the tent. "What was that for? Aegon?" The silence was deafening, so you quickly shot up, looking at the man who just gave you the most aggressive orgasm, Aemond.

His eye followed your body as it tensed, bringing his finger to his lips licking it clean of your juices. "Because I wanted to know who had you moaning like that. Now I know."

He has a smug grin as he sat up, you noticed a tightening at his pants, and you gulped. "Go to bed, niece. We have a long journey home tomorrow."

And he left, left you panting and left you with a mess.