#thank you Jace for putting up with me and talking with me about the show 🙏

[skylie-spiderlillis]

I know most of the DBDA fandom probably thinks at paineland at the trope of "x fell first, xx fell harder" is Edwin falling first and Charles now falling harder; because Edwin was obviously shown first to express his feelings.

But consider this-

Charles falling in love with Edwin slowly a little more every day, falling a bit deeper for him every day they spent side by side.

And at some point later- Edwin is crushing hard. Realizing "oh shit, I love him-" and falling hard in a chaotic storm of feeling he doesn't know how to deal with, he's a complete mess.

Idk, I personally prefer the second version more but both options can be great interpretations of their dynamic.

[softspiderling]

and there you are on your knees | j.v

summary:

For a split second, your eyes met and it felt like he could see right through you. You tried not to flinch, keeping your head straight on and your gaze locked on him, hoping he would would avert his gaze. But he didn’t.

“Bent. Knees.”

Oh.

OR; Prince Jacaerys Velaryon arrives at the Twins to secure passing for the troops marching for his cause. He is successful in more ways than one.

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: SMUT! 18+, MDNI, oral sex (male receiving), p in v, as usual, Jace has been aged up to 20!

word count: 1,8k

author’s note: remember when i posted that pic of jace like three weeks ago? i looked at it last week and went "what if...?👀" and this was born. idk😭😭 also am i crazy or hasnt anyone written anything about this scene before?? that’s illegal🙅🏻‍♀️ anyways tagging my hotd bestie @eldrith ily thanks for letting me yap your ear off, happy reading y’all🫶🏼

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You had heard rumours about the first son of Queen Rhaenyra; every lady that had met him sighed over his luscious dark brown locks or the handsomeness of his face that seemed to be carved out of the most expensive stone in the whole realm. Still, you were quite taken aback by how beautiful he really was when he crossed the bridge of the Twins, his dragon waiting for him in the greens just by the tower.

He truly knew how to make a first impression last.

“Lady Frey, Lord Frey,” Prince Jacaerys said, nodding to the sitting pair, hand on the hilt of his sword. His eyes flickered to you for a second.

“Lady…?”

“Frey, my Prince.”

Prince Jacaerys raised a surprise eyebrow but let it go uncommented, only eyeing you up and down very briefly before taking his sword off as he sat down.

Lady Frey poured him wine and without much preamble, they begun their talks of trades. You kept yourself mostly to the back, fulfilling your role as a ward, ever present but never putting your nose in affairs you had no business in. You tried to listen, the Prince seemingly asking for passing for troops coming in from the North, which Lady and Lord Frey agreed to after some negotiations; but you tried to use the advantage of being ignored to take in the Prince. He was young still, but he carried himself with a certain aura of power and confidence, which was a given; he was the Crown Prince of the Seven Realms after all.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted and you quickly put your very inappropriate thoughts about the Crown Prince away, trying to pay atention once more.

“You want Harrenhal.”

Lord and Lady Frey glanced at each other in silent conversation, while the Prince finished his drink, standing to hold his cup out for Lady Frey to refill.

“For that, my mother will want more than your crossing,” Prince Jacaerys said easily, his chin held high.

“What does her Grace desire?”

Prince Jacaerys discarded his cup on the table, leaning both his hands on it, towering over Lord and Lady Frey. For a split second, your eyes met and it felt like he could see right through you. You tried not to flinch, keeping your head straight on and your gaze locked on him, hoping he would avert his gaze. But he didn’t.

“Bent. Knees.”

Oh.

The sounds coming out of your mouth were scandalous and really downright filthy as the prince kept thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth, one hand fisted around your hair, the other holding onto his tunic, so he had an unobstructed view of you.

When Prince Jacaerys had asked you to show him the privy before he left, you had not expected him to back you into a secluded corner of the hallway, his lips upon yours and you felt like you were in a dream.

You were on your knees, your pretty dress flared out on the dirty floor, the hard stones digging into your shins, likely leaving bruises, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“If I had known the Freys had such a pretty little thing for a ward, I would have come sooner,” Prince Jacaerys grunted, making you whine softly. He tightened his hold on your hair a little, snapping his hips up and tears sprang into your eyes as you nearly choked at the sheer size of him. Your hands grabbed at his waist to steady yourself, as he fucked his cock into your mouth, before he pulled out with a groan.

“Fuck, you nearly made me release,” Prince Jacaerys muttered, swiping his thumb over your lower lip. “But I am not quite done with you yet.”

He grabbed you by the arm, helping you stand, pressing his lips against yours, inarguably tasting himself on you, but Prince Jacaerys didn’t seem to mind. You pulled away from the kiss, your chest still heaving and your cheeks red. All of this was new to you, and you were embarrassed that you had to catch your breath.

Prince Jacaerys looked down on you with a smirk, brushing the sweaty hair off of your forehead.

“Turn around,” he said, turning you by the shoulder to press you up against the cold stone of the wall. “Have you ever laid with another man?”

“No,” you answered with a shake of your head, your cheeks turning a deeper red, nervous and excited at the same time, at the prospect of a man taking your maidenhood, the crown prince of the Iron Throne nonetheless.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," you repeated, voice breathless. "Please, I want this."

“I’ll try to be gentle,” he whispered into your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe, making you shiver.

Slotting himself against your back, Prince Jacaerys lifted the skirt of your dress to reach between your legs, his fingers rubbing over your pearl, your hips bucking in surprise as you moaned out.

“Patience, my sweets,” Prince Jacaerys rumbled, trapping your skirt under his arm, which he snuck around your waist. His fingers circled into your folds, gathering your wetness before he dipped one finger into your cunt.

“Oh Gods help me,” you moaned, writhing in his arm and Prince Jacaerys only chuckled.

“No Gods here, only me.”

He pumped his finger in and out of your cunt, until your walls acclimated to the intrusion and he added another finger, making you roll your eyes to the back. Never before have you felt such pleasure down there, you weren’t sure if you could go back to not knowing how it felt.

“Just… One more,” Prince Jacaerys mumbled, adding a third finger and you felt incredibly full, like you were split open, but in a good way? The pads of his fingers kept brushing against the spongy part inside of you, which made you curl your toes in your shoes. You leaned your forehead against the cold stone, feeling a growing sensation in your lower stomach.

“I think… I think I might..” you groaned, your lips parted.

“What?” Prince Jacaerys said, his breath hot on your ear as he kept fucking you with his fingers. “Are you going to come, Lady Frey?”

“Y-yes, my Prince.”

“Call me by my given name and I’ll let you.”

He pressed onto your pearl with his thumb and you swore you saw black for second before you came, a moan of his name on your tongue.

“Incredible,” he whispered, pulling his hand away to tug on his cock that had been rutting against your backside, leaving a smear of his precum on your skin.

“This might be uncomfortable at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

You weren’t quite sure what Prince Jacaerys was talking about when you felt the head of his cock breaching your cunt and you let out a small gasp.

It hurt at first, and you let out a small breath as he kept pushing his cock in - Gods, did it ever end?

“Gods you’re tight,” Prince Jacaerys groaned, his hands gripping your waist when he was fully sheathed inside of you. You only whimpered in reply - how would you previously think you were full when he had three fingers inside of you? This was no comparison.

You let out a laboured breath, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down your temple and you shifted on your feet, letting out a surprised moan when it caused delicious friction of the Prince’s cock inside your cunt.

“Ah, you’re feeling it, don’t you,” Prince Jacaerys whispered lowly in your ear, bringing your hair to the side, so he could place wet kisses upon your back. “The pleasure coursing through you, like you have never felt before?”

Just as the words left his mouth, he started to thrust his cock into you with no abandon. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the hallway, coupled with his grunts and your moans, it was a miracle no one stumbled upon you, but even if they did, you didn’t know if you’d care enough to stop.

Your blunt nails scraped against the walls, as the Prince’s cock kept going in and out, you were starting to see walls. It wasn’t long before you could feel the warm sensation in your lower stomach forming again, this time so much more intense.

“P-please,” you whimpered, your whole body feeling like it was burning.

“Lo ao’re beri nyke jāhor mazverdagon ao ñuhon,” Prince Jacaerys whispered into your hair as his cock drove into you.

You were too fucked out to realize you didn’t understand him, and definitely too fucked out to ask what he had just said to you, clinging to the wall for any semblance of support as your body shook with every thrust.

“I’m almost there,” Prince Jacaerys grunted, his hand finding your pearl again as he slowed his thrusts, instead thrusting harder, finger pressing down on your pearl. “Will you finish for me, my sweets?”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.”

The Prince only chuckled, not once pausing his movement but accelerating the circles he was drawing on your pearl, until you finally broke, a wave of pleasure washing over you so powerful it knocked you over.

“Gods, Jacaerys!” you moaned, your cunt pulsating in its wake, your eyes fluttering shut, leaning against the wall.

You were only standing because the Prince kept a steady grip on you, his cock still fucking into your wet, soppy cunt. His thrust stuttered before he gave one last, thrust, shooting his warm seed right into your hole, your cunt milking him for everything he was worth, the seed escaping from the sides, dripping down your legs as he pulled out.

With one hand, Prince Jacaerys tucked his cock back into his pants and letting your dress fall back down, his other hand holding you upright, your knees still weak.

“Can you stand?”

“I think?”

His hand was firm but gentle as he turned you around, a smirk on his lips as you looked up at him through your lashes, completely ruined. Again, he pushed the hair out of your face, almost lovingly, as if he didn’t just shoot his seed into your cunt, his seed that you could still feel trickling down your leg, beneath your dress.

“Maybe I will be back,” Prince Jacaerys said, wiping his thumb over you mouth. “Make sure you really are staying loyal to the rightful heir of the Iron Throne.”

You chuckled breathlessly, looking up at him. “House Frey would welcome you with open arms.”

The corner of his mouth ticked up, slowly released your waist, before he leaned down to kiss you deeply. You sighed softly against his lips, but the kiss was over sooner than you had wished, your mouth chasing his.

“Be good, make sure your guardians keep their words or I will come for their heads.”

With those words, Prince Jacaerys left you in the dark hallway, still catching your breath. This was not how you had envisioned the Crown Prince’s visit to go.

But who were you to complain if he was so generous?

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Lo ao’re beri nyke jāhor mazverdagon ao ñuhon = if you’re lucky i might make you mine

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author’s note: thoughts?👀

[shadowandlightt]

Snow and Flame -2- |Cregan Stark X Velaryon!Reader|

Following the death of Luke, Jace and his sister return to Dragonstone. What she doesn't expect is to hear from Lord Stark so soon after her departure. His missive only serves to cause her to fall further for the young Lord, and Jace tells his twin sister not to miss out on this opportunity for happiness.

Part One

A/N: Thank you so so much for your support on my first part. I have admittedly not read the books, almost bought them tonight but didn't want to spend close to $100 on the box set. SO I'm really just going off of the show. I'm sure there are mistakes in this, as I am only human and highly dyslexic. But I appreciate the love and hope you enjoy this nonetheless.

The following days are torture for you. You wished for nothing more than to return to the North where you felt oddly safe, so far away from the conflict. Your stepfather, Daemon, made a grave error in judgment and sent assassins into the Red Keep to kill Aemond, only they didn’t find him, instead killing Aegon’s son, Jeahaerys. The smallfolk started to call your mother a kinslayer and cruel. Though you know she would never order such a thing. 

“Princess, a raven for you.” 

You hum and hold your hand out for the missive, spotting the Stark sigil. A smile spreads across your lips. You can’t help but look around to see if anyone is paying attention to you before you unfurl the scroll. 

Cregan’s handwriting fills your eyes, talks of how he already misses your presence and how sorry he is about your loss. He writes of the summer snow, slowly starting to thicken as winter draws closer. How despite the cold, you might even enjoy Winterfell in it’s natural season. 

The thought of him thinking of you in his home makes heat stir in your belly. You clutch the letter close to your chest, remembering how jealous you were when he and Jace swore oaths to one another and sealed them in blood. 

You thought it unfair that you were excluded. You could understand it now though, why you weren’t allowed. They swore an oath of brotherhood, and you didn’t think of Cregan as a brother. Not with the way desire built up within you during your stay at Winterfell. 

“What are you doing, sister?” Jace calls from your doorway. 

“Jacaerys,” You stand quickly, shoving the missive behind your back, “I didn’t hear you come in.” 

“Yes, I could tell,” He smirks at you, “What do you have?” 

“No-nothing,” You shake your head, tucking the paper into the sleeve of your dress. 

“Oh, it is something,” He laughs, reaching for your hand, “Come now, since when do we keep secrets?” 

“It’s just a message,” You roll your eyes, “From Lord Stark.” 

“From Cregan?” His eyebrows raise, “Pray tell, why does Cregan write to you and not me?”

“Jealous are we?” You question. 

“Hardly,” He snorts, “So, what does Lord Stark say?”

You take a deep breath and pull the paper from your dress, smoothing it out once more. You recite most of the missive to your brother, leaving out how Cregan writes that he longs for you to return. Longs to see you once more. It makes your heart ache because you long to see him too. 

“You’re falling for him,” Jace points out, noticing how your demeanor shifts. 

“Hardly, brother,” You shake your head, trying to cover it up, “I barely know him. Unlike you who swore oaths in blood upon your first meeting.” 

He lets out a deep laugh, “You were mad that I wouldn’t let you, so you have no room to speak, dear sister.” 

You roll your eyes, opening a box to put your missive in. The box has a lock and you keep the key on a chain around your neck. It’s where you hide all of your important things. You lock it away, a small smile playing on your lips. 

He thinks of you enough to write to you mere days after you left him. The knowledge is enough to ease the pain of losing Luke. Your chest still threatens to cave in, but the pain is more bearable, knowing Lord Stark thinks of you. 

Knowing Cregan thinks of you is enough to ease your aching heart. 

“So if he asked to take you to wife you would say no?” 

“I wouldn’t have a choice, that would be up to mother,” You remind him, “She wouldn’t likely turn down such an alliance.” 

“We already have the North,” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

“Yes, well, you might as well have married him yourself,” You snort.

He shakes his head, gripping the hilt of his sword. He was older than you, just by a few moments. It’d come as a shock to the Maesters to discover that there were two of you. No one was as shocked as your mother though. The kingdom celebrated the birth of both of you, no one quite as much as your Grandsire, King Viserys. He loved you so. So much that he was blind to the truth in front of him, that his wife, Queen Alicent could easily see. 

You spent your entire life trying to convince yourself that the rumors simply weren’t true. And that you were a trueborn Velaryron, but in your heart you knew. Just as Jace and Luke knew. 

“Are you going to write him back?” Jace questions. 

“Should I not?” 

“Cregan is a good man,” Is his only response. 

You nod, knowing he’s more than right, “I wouldn’t object,” You clarify, “If he wanted to take me to wife.” 

“You’ve never been one for the fighting,” Jace observes, “You’re much like Helena in that way., I suppose.” 

You nod, biting your lower lip, “I hate that we’re at war. I wish it to stop.” 

“You wish for mother to give up her claim?” He questions, misunderstanding you. 

“No, never that. Too many have already died,” Your eyes begin to water, “But…if only there was a way for her to reclaim the throne without all of the bloodshed. At this rate the path will be paved in blood.” 

“It already is,” Jace sighs, “But I understand how you feel. I don’t agree with it, but I understand it.” 

“I wouldn’t want to leave you,” You start, “But I would welcome the opportunity to leave all of this bloodshed behind.” 

“It’s only going to get worse,” He reminds you. 

“My point exactly.” 

He nods and then turns suddenly remembering why he was here, “A council meeting has been called. I was sent to get you.” 

“And you’re only now saying something?” You gasp, moving to your feet. 

He shrugs and usures you out of the door of your rooms. Everyone is already assembled around the painted table by the time you arrive. Your mother, however, is absent. You look around the chambers. The meeting starts without her, word spread that Ser Criston Cole’s forces have doubled, at the very least. 

You listen, saying quiet as they all say a dragon needs to go to war. There is no way around it. Cole will take Rook’s Rest without a second thought. Jace is in the middle of saying a dragon must be sent when your mother, the queen, finally joins the council. 

Jace instantly demands to know where she’s been and a volley ensues. You stay quiet, as you always do, letting your twin do the talking. But even you, in your grief, took note of your mother’s absence. It worried you to no end, not knowing where she had gone or why. But upon hearing she went to King’s Landing, you swore your heart stopped. 

But when she says she’ll be the one to fly to war, you stop breathing. And when Jace urges her to send him, you swear you might faint. The thought of either of them being in danger is enough to send you over the edge. You cannot stand it. Never have been able to stomach the thought. Jace was right, you’re much like your aunt Helena in that regard. 

You’re about to say something, anything to help the fight, when Rheanys speaks up, saying they must send her. Meyles is the largest dragon that you have, and as Rheanys says, no stranger to battle. 

The meeting seems to end then, having been decided who was going to war on your mother’s behalf, you withdraw quietly. So quietly you aren’t sure anyone noticed you even left. You consider it your power, to sneak from a room, or move about the castle unnoticed by most. You’ve always been the quieter one, compared to the temper that fuels Jace. He’s always run hotter than you, ready to act at a moment’s notice. Ready to fly off the handle and do something rash. You’re more cool and calculated, you suspect you’re more like your father in that way. Either one of them. 

You settle at the small table in your rooms and begin writing back to Lord Stark. You find yourself wishing more and more you could return to the North and be far away from this conflict. So you tell him just that. You tell him that you yearn for him as well, and that you were glad to hear from him so soon. You pour your heart into the letter, not sparing anything. You tell him that the war is really and truly beginning, and that there is no avoiding it now. You tell him that you’re scared of it. 

You’re honest with him, in a way that you didn’t expect. And that night, you fall asleep holding his letter. Wanting to feel close to the Northern man. 

News breaks the following morning that Rheanys and Meleys were lost at Rook’s Rest, and that Aegon, the pretender, was severely injured and is on death’s door. Aemond is named regent in his stead, which is more dangerous than having Alicent herself on the throne. Because Aemond knows no end. He will do anything to secure his place. Including as reports say, sacrifice his own brother. 

You feel it in the pit of your stomach, the dread. It fills you as you walk the halls of Dragonstone. The mood has shifted. If the war wasn’t real with the death of Luke, it’s real now. And you find yourself wishing you could just vanish from Westeros all together and avoid all of this. You do not have it in yourself to go to war. Do not have it in you to fight on dragonback as will be expected of you. 

“Where have you been?” Jace questions, brows knitted together. 

“In hiding,” You sigh, closing your book. 

“Obviously,” He rolls his eyes, “I’ve been trying to find you for hours.” 

“Well, you succeeded.” 

“Are you alright?” He asks you. 

“Must I be?” You question. 

“I know how hard this is for you,” He replies, “But we need you, sister. We cannot win this war without you.” 

“You need my dragon,” You clarify, “You can do this without me, but not without her.” 

“No, I need you,” He reassures you, “I cannot fight this without you. I need you by my side, I always have and I always will.” 

“You cannot put this on my shoulders Jace,” You shake your head, “I cannot bear it. The thought of anything happening to you, or to Mother, or our brothers…I cannot.” 

“Nothing will happen to me,” He promises, “I’m quick, and I’m lucky.” 

“And inexperienced, as mother pointed out,” You remind him, “Anyone can be killed. We are not gods, as the smallfolk believe.” 

He sighs and joins you on your seat. There is nothing he can do to put your worries to rest, because he knows there’s a chance he will be killed. There is a chance anytime he gets on his dragon and flies off. He wishes there was something he could do to ease your anxiety. Perhaps he would pay a visit to the Maesters for a draft to help you sleep better. He knows you won’t ask for it yourself. 

“Did you write to Cregan?” He finally asks, seeking to change the subject. 

He notes the way you almost smile, the way your eyes light up a little and your shoulders relax, “I did.” 

“Good,” He smiles, squeezing your shoulder, “I am glad.” 

“As am I,” You admit. 

“Perhaps he’ll petition for your hand,” He shrugs, “Then you’ll be able to get away from all of this afterall.” 

“I’d never wish to leave you, Jacaerys,” You tell him honestly, “You’re half of my soul.”

“And you’re half of mine,” He assures you, “But I would never wish for your unhappiness.” 

You nod, knowing he wouldn’t. Jace might be hot headed, and quick to fly off, but he isn’t selfish. Never selfish. Not when it comes to you at least. He would always put you first, it was his job to protect you and keep you happy. Always had been, ever since you were little. 

He could survive without you, you were sure. But you needed to find out if you could survive without him. You knew, deep within your heart, that there would come a day when you would have to learn to live without him. You couldn’t imagine Jace as an old man, sitting upon the iron throne. You hated that you couldn’t, but it was the truth. 

“I would never wish for your unhappiness either,” You tell him, biting back tears. 

“Should he ask for your hand, don’t turn him down,” Jace urges you, “Be happy with him in the North. Be safe.”

“You’re telling me to leave?” You question. 

He only shrugs and gives you a soft smile, “I’m telling you to be happy, however you need to achieve it.” 

[igotanidea]

Raw: Jason Todd x reader

Warnings: SMUT MDNI!!! (seriously minors, read responsibly so we can all leave in peace here, there are enough wars and fights in the world), cursing.

massive thanks to @fcthots for letting me use the idea (Jason making love to you without protection for the first time, which I twisted a bit and which you can find here)

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Once he started he was like a machine.

There was nothing and no one that could possibly stop him from almost drilling into her.

At least that was what happening till one night …

“Baby….”

“Shit! Jason!” Y/N came out of the shower only to came across the red metal mask. Obviously her first reaction was a single scream as she grabbed her chest, trying to level the rapid spike in the heartbeat. She most definitely did not expect Jason to swing by her apartment in the middle of the night with an attempt to give her a heart attack. However she could not deny that his deep, hoarse voice send a shiver down her spine, not that she was going to let it show to him. Instead she held  her towel closer to her body, making sure it wouldn’t fall as she crossed her arms over chest and gave him a look of disapproval. “how many times did I tell you?” she scoffed “there are doors in this apartment.”

“doors are for wimps.” He muttered taking a step forward, finally taking off that stupid, unnecessary Red Hood helmet.

“Well thanks a lot!” she rolled her eyes “my experience shows that doors are basically for normal people.”

“Yeah…. Exactly baby….” He grabbed her by the waist pulling her closer to his body, brushing lips over her slightly damp cheek, hands caressing her arms up and down. “And we both know I’m an extraordinary person.”

“So much humility……” Y/N tried to keep her composure, but he always knew how to push her buttons and make her relent.

“Tell me princess…..” he muttered into her ear “why were you taking a shower this late at night?” his hand travelled up her arm moving towards the knotted front of the towel. “Did you get dirty, baby?”.

He knew exactly what he was doing putting on that sexy, seductive smirk, running his fingers over her chest, while the thin little piece of material did nothing to hide her already pebbled nipples and goosebumps forming all over her body. And Jason was always the one to enjoy teasing her, especially when he got so many clear signs of what she really wanted from him.

“Hmmmm….” He muttered, moving his touches and caresses down her body to her leg, reaching for the hem of the towel and sneaking under it only to start rubbing her inner thigh.

“Jace….” She closed her eyes, still desperately trying to keep her self-integrity that was slipping away by a second.

This was too much for her. The darkness of the apartment, the huskiness of his voice, the feel of his hands on her body. Yes, she wanted him. Yes, she might have done some things that required cleaning up, earlier that night. Yes, she was thinking about him while taking care of herself. She was really trained in self-service, but what can you expect from a girl, whose boyfriend is a vigilante, absent too many night and a woman forced to spend the nights alone in a cold, empty bed? To tell the whole truth, once she got what she wanted, Y/N thought it would be enough. After all you can’t go too many rounds running only on imaginations, right?

But then, the reason for all those dreams and fantasies were standing in front of her, in flesh and blood and her body got very excited at the sight while her brain was more than glad to pass the steering wheel to the flesh.

“Yes, sunshine?” he moved his ministrations a bit higher, smirking when she opened her legs a bit,  allowing him to almost reach her throbbing clit. “wanted to say something?”

God, he was a little piece of shit, not doing anything and yet doing so much at the same time, breaking her and making her fall so freaking easily.

“Jason……”

“Hmm?”

“I…. I…..”

Fuck!

“You’re not doing very good job with talking, princess, are you now?” Jason finger started moving over her most sensitive spot in circular motions, enjoying the pained expression on her face. “If you keep wasting my time, I might… just… leave….” He whispered, removing  his hand almost making her cry out in frustration. “Come on baby….. just say you need me… You know you do.”

“I do….” She gasped, grabbing both sides of his face and pressing her lips to his, letting go of all the inhibitions.

“Good girl…” he whispered against her mouth, untying the towel in one smooth motion, groaning like an animal when her naked, soft body clung to him like a second skin, that he so desperately wanted to get under.

But it was still not enough.

He had to have her. All of her. Mind, body, soul. Closer.

And he was going to claim her in a proper way, definitely not in the hallway. No.

Regardless of his stupidly teasing character she was still his princess, his queen, the love of his life and he was going to treat her exactly like that, ready to fulfil all her wishes and commands.

“Let me make you feel good baby….” He grabbed the back of her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist, palms resting on her shoulder blades pulling her even closer, walking to the bedroom, miraculously avoiding tripping over his own feet, all because of her closeness and the pleasure at taste of her lips on his.

God, he was so starved for her and the evidence of it were visible on only in the form of the tent in his tactical pants, but also in the way he threw her on the bed, making her bounce and in the manner he tore off his own body armour and clothes, almost pouncing onto her.

Almost, because he knew that if he let go completely he would most definitely hurt her and he couldn’t bare even the thought of that.

Instead he crawled on top of her, kissing up her body, her calf, thigh, stomach, torso, breast (giving a lot of attention to those perfectly pebbled nipples he needed to taste the moment they showed under the towel), collarbone and neck, finally meeting her lips. 

He could eat her alive. She was so delicious, so soft, so warm, so fucking perfect and his blood boiled at the sweetness of her. Their tongues met in a crazy dance, wanting more, greedy and needy, exploring each other’s mouth.

It was like the overwhelming and encompassing fire inside them.

The world stopped existing and for what they care it could have exploded and they would be more than happy to die like this, in each other’s embrace.  Touching, scratching, gripping, licking, pushing and pulling, tugging at each other’s hair, losing breath, panting and gasping unable to satiate the need, the craving of one another’s body.

“More…..” he groaned, biting on her neck, eliciting the sweetest moan from his girl, barely holding back from ripping her throat open and swallowing her like a freaking animal. His body pressed into her leaving no space between, and yet still wanting more and more and fucking more. She felt him pulling her in even more, breaking all the laws of biology and physics, as his hands travelled down to her hips, spreading her open, causing her pulse racing in the pace of a space rocket.

“Yes….” She moaned, one hand gripping the headboard, the other tangling in his hair, her whole back arching to his lips that were currently kissing alongside the valley of her breast, travelling down the same path he started earlier, and which he was going to take so many more times that night.

“I know, baby…. I know….” His breath was scorching hot on her skin, leaving invisible marks. In that moment, as in every other time they were being so close, so intimate together, with nothing between their bodies and souls, they both knew that they could never ever leave the other. They were too hooked on one another, almost like on a drugs. Jason left a permanent scar on her soul in the shape of his. The scar that she couldn’t and wouldn’t want to lose. He was a part of her, a part of her own body. They were one. Always and forever.    

“I love you….” another moan escaped her mouth when he moved the tip of his tongue over her clit, his eyes sparkling with desire as he send her the mischievous, lustful gaze, before sucking on that aching spot. He was not only starved but also thirsty, ready to do everything to drink all her juices. And he methodically moved towards that goal, knowing what to do to turn her on.

She was so lost in pleasure, her body acting on its own, back arching, legs spreading, head falling back as she moaned and cried his name, pulling at his hair so ready to come, to explode, to finish.

“yes, yes, yes…. Yes, more!”

And he listened, melting in her moans, her sounds, her body, her taste. He knew he was good, he was very well aware she needed him and mindful of the amount of neglect on his part, of all those nights she spend lonely. And now he was making up for it.

But.

He was still a mix of a pleasure giver and a rascal, keeping her on the edge, surprising with every move and thought, never letting her be sure of what was going to happen.

It was both frustrating and exciting, making their intimacy a whole new, never boring experience every time.  

And now, if she was going to come, he wanted her on his cock, even if protected. Tongue was simply not enough and she owed him this much for making her so wet and pretty with those flushed cheeks and desire-filled eyes. He did it for her and now was going to claim his prize.

“Babe…. Y/N…. I want to take you….” He muttered, not stopping lapping her folds with that skilful tongue, his words getting lost inside her body. “fully take you…..”

“Yes… yes… oh, yes….just don’t stop….” Y/N was so selfish and needy, focused only on reaching her climax, barely listening, that if he were to ask her to jump out the window she would probably say yes again. This was only word on her mind at the moment as long as he kept on devouring her.

“Y/N…..” he muttered again. Lust was lust, but he needed her informed consent. Every time. Even though they were a couple. Jason was a very complex man after all. “Y/N….” he groaned. “Can I have you my way?”

“fuck yes! Yes!” she cried out.

And once he heard that word coming out of her mouth, he was all ready for action. He pulled back, reaching for the nightstand, knowing she kept that little packet of condoms there, just in case (and making a mental note to himself to stock up, cause they were running short on supplies). He hovered over her body, looking straight into her eyes while tearing the packaging with his teeth, admiring her shuddering body, shining eyes, messed up hair, all of her, having to remind himself that this goddess was his.

His, his, his.

His to claim, to love, to take over and over and over again.

God! He wanted her so fucking bad his hands were shaking while taking off the protection from the wrapper.

“No….. wait…” she whispered grabbing his wrist, her eyes boring into him, causing him to freeze and drop the condom in confusion. 

“wait? What do you mean wait? You …. You don’t want….?” Jason stuttered, his manhood almost flattening at the sudden rejection, which was quite embarrassing for him. “Y/N…..?” he looked at her with hurt in the eyes.

“No…. I mean…. I do… I want you….” She bit on her bottom lip in that erotic manner sending his mind into overdrive.

“Then what do you mean?” he gasped, getting all hot again, but was still dumbfounded. “Princess?”

She took the condom from his hands and send it flying through the room and shaking her head.

And then it hit him.

His eyes grew even wider, mouth falling open at the thought of what she was going to let him do to her. What she wanted. What she needed. And most importantly, how, she needed it.

“Babe…..” he gasped, unable to move, completely stuck in that moment, which was sure as hell the best ever in his life.  “are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?”

“Are you trying to make me change my mind, babe?” she whispered in his ear only to pull back and give him a pout.

He was going to take her raw.

Oh god…. He was going to take her raw.

Oh, all the things he was going to do to her, all the ways he was going to make her feel him, all of him, unfiltered, finally making her fully his, after all  the time of waiting.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he groaned, grabbing her waist, pressing her further into the mattress, spreading her legs open and pushing in, in one motion, doing it all in three seconds, no more, finally being inside her. And she was so wet, so warm, so soft, so perfect, so … home.

He was home.

And Jason was drifting in space, with the emotions overwhelming him completely. So good, oh, so good, he wanted to melt into her, have no boundaries, just be one with his Y/N, his babygirl.

It was the only thing on his mind right now.

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.

“Jason…..” her desperate moaning brought him back to reality.

“Y/N…..” he gasped in response, eyes closing at the pleasure of feeling her body in a way he never got before. He was already in heaven.

“Jason … Please… move…” she whimpered, squirming desperately trying to urge him to take some action and not just freeze like a stone sculpture.

Oh, shit…..

“I can’t…” he whimpered hopelessly. How was he going to explain it to her?

“What do you meant you can’t?!” she cried out, raking her nails down his back, moving her hips against his to get any friction and turn him on “what’s going on?!”

She couldn’t comprehend what made him stop suddenly. He was inside her, big, hard like a rock, stretching her so deliciously and she wanted more. But now he was telling her fucking no?!

“Todd!!” she yelled, slowly losing her patience, her body begging for attention.

“I can’t…..” he almost sobbed, embarrassed and defeated. She was so perfect, her skin against him was amazing, the feeling of her velvety inside was bliss.

“I swear if you don’t hurry to fuck me…..” Y/N’s voice was turning a bit threating now even though she herself couldn’t come up with the idea what she was threating him with.

“'If I move I’m gonna cum….." Jason gasped, and it took her by huge surprise. He was always the resistant one. Gentlemanly, if you may. He could go three, four, five rounds making sure she was satisfied first, before letting himself go. So what the hell was happening now?!

"You haven't even been inside me for a full minute!" she protested, moving her body in a poor attempt to get what she wanted.

"Shut up!” he almost winced when she did that.  “You feel so fucking good. I just can't help it. Gimme a minute, babe……." He bit on his bottom lip, trying to get himself together and finding enough strength to start pulling in and out. The best he could do was half an inch before another low groan escaped his throat. “I can’t……” his hands were on both sides of her head, their faces close enough so she could feel his ragged, heavy breath and it was getting weirder and more uncomfortable with any other second.

"Jason," she whined, "please, please, please….!." poor girl felt like crying at his point and those high-pitched whines finally made him move.

He was doing it.

He was making love to her without any stupid rubber standing in his way.

She was his, making those sweet, sweet sounds for him, crying out his name,  digging nails into his back.

There were no words to describe that feeling.

And Jason was becoming more and more lightheaded with every thrust, with every move when his cock met that perfectly moist and warm cunt.

Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.

He was a bit ashamed to admit, but after a while he stopped thinking about her and focused only on his own pleasure, on his high, on his release.

MORE.

As he picked the pace, she moaned loud as never before, grabbing his body tighter, pulling him closer, losing her breath and matching his movements.  Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened with that perfectly perfect expression of being thoroughly fucked.

“Yes… yes.. yes…!”

Oh yes, indeed.

He captured her mouth in his, pulling at her bottom lip, almost drawing blood. His hands found her thighs spreading her open even more, pounding into her like a wild animal, knowing no bounds, no limits, no rational thinking. Sweat was running down his face and back, his hair plastered to his forehead, but he was going to have her.

“Jace…..!!” she cried out again when he bit on her collarbone, licking the marked skin.

“Yeah, baby…..Yeah….”

“shit!”

“I got you….”

“So close!” she dug both her heels into his back, the intensity of the lovemaking almost making her lose consciousness. “Oh… Jace…JACE!!”

And then there was only bliss.

***

Not for her though.

***

Obviously he couldn’t contain himself and living up to the previously spoken words, cummed first.

Hard. Long. Filling her to the brim which was an Event (capital E) in itself, but still – leaving her unsatisfied and wanting.

Such a failure on his part.

However, Y/N did not seem to care.

After he painted her with the ropes of his cum, moaning in sheer pleasure at the feeling, she just kept holding him and rubbing his back, showing him all the love she had for him. The expression of happiness and fulfilment was a prize in itself, and despite not cumming she couldn’t feel better at that moment. She knew he wanted to stay like this, therefore there was no rushing him to pull out on her part. She was going to let him have his moment.

Her poor boy, in need of love and closeness and intimacy.

“Y/N … baby … princess …”

“I love you …” she kissed his temple.

“I’m so sorry …” Jason blushed, pulling away from her and laying on his back facing the ceiling. “Y/N, my love, I’m sorry, but I told you …” he shifted position to lay on the side, meeting her eyes, shining despite the darkness of the room. She looked … satisfied.

“Shut up …” she chuckled, cupping his cheek and kissing his nose.  “that was fucking perfect…” Y/N chuckled.

“Perfect?” he frowned for a second, but quickly returned to his usual cocky self. “Yeah, it was fucking perfect. I mean, what else were you expecting with me, babygirl?” he grinned.

‘You’re such an idiot” she pushed him on his back, snuggling into his body, leaning head on his chest.

“I have to clean you up …” he objected, but those soft hands around him, the way her body aligned with his and the calm, steady beating of her heart next to him made him relent. “I think I can do it in a second …” he hummed nuzzling nose in her ruffled hair.

“Mhm…. Totally.” Y/N kissed his chest in response.

“Hey Y/N?” he called her name gently, caressing her side “did you feel good?”

“Yeah… yeah I did.”

“I still got to practise though, right?” he smirked, his touch becoming a little more intense and a bit more telling.

“You know what they say practise makes perfect.” She teased.

Poor Y/N was not going to be able to walk the next day.  

@nmw-am

[redbonnie]

Jason Todd × Fem reader

A small notepad sketch.

(Jason's perspective)

Where the reader doesn't know that Jason is a vigilante and he abandons her when some troublemakers invade a theater, after his disappearance Todd appears at the reader's house with a gunshot wound.

Jason

I ignored her as I entered the room bleeding. Without me realizing, she followed the red drops of blood.

In the bathroom, I took a first aid kit and cleaned the wound once again. I'd faced worse cuts than that, but it still looked terrible.

Y/N sat on the counter next to the marble sink, hugging her legs while hiding part of her face in her knees. "I can help you?"

As much as I didn't want to sound rude, my head was hurting and the pain from the bullet in my skin was driving me crazy. I forgot the wound and, clumsily, picked up a needle and thread, I frowned and snorted.

"Do you happen to know how to stitch a wound?"

" Well, I... No.”

"So how do you expect to help me? Are you going to cheer while I patch myself up or are you going to put on a merit star sticker? Damn it, Y/N."

The girl looked hurt upon hearing those bitter words. Before I waited and began a painful sewing session, I said: "I'm pretty sure you don't want that, can you give me a minute of privacy?"

"Jesus, Jace, why did you suddenly start acting so different towards me? You're being rude and distant."

I finally got the needle through the skin, what a shitty angle to stitch yourself. "I'm not acting any different."

"You ignored me all night, and when the theater invasion started you disappeared... And now, you show up at my house at two in the morning as if nothing had happened, even worse, with a damn bullet hole in his arm." She jumped off the counter, and then touched my face. Hoping to meet my eyes.

"You're being a dramatic little girl."

Then silence prevailed and I made no progress in stitching my wound, I took a step back and snorted."I didn't mean to be rude, I just had my head full... I can explain everything to you later, about the disappearance, the shooting hole... Whatever you want, squirrel, but please let me handle this."

"Thank you." She let out a relaxed sigh.

"You are welcome. Now, get out of here, please." I said. I was finally able to sew it up and I just wanted to take a bottle of painkillers, this pain was getting on my nerves. After finally managing to stitch the wound, I left the bathroom finding Y/N sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes quickly fell on me. "We can talk now if you want.”

"I want you...Jason." She said coming towards me, her hands traveling over my chest and back to my shoulders. Oh, girl, I want you too... I want you so much. It was almost like a spell to captivate me every time she looked at me with those asking eyes. [...]

[anadiasmount]

expect the unexpected - ruben dias.

an: i decided to remake and edit the first part of this fic series i did for ruben! i hope you all enjoy! <3 this is slightly based off the book of the spanish love deception! ❣ link to OG!

quick sum: fairly new to your job at the club Manchester City, you find yourself in some trouble. ruben overhears you talking to john stones about having to travel for a wedding with no date. he’s willing to do the extreme even though you two are closer than expected…

wc: 2.8k

It had been an issue you wanted to avoid, but lately, it’s been hard to push it away. You had less than 3 days to figure out what and how you were going to resolve it. You had it all planned out of course, but that was before finding out your boyfriend of six months cheated on you with your best friend.

Of course, you were devested, losing two people at once wasn’t quite ideal. Your family in Spain looked forward to meeting him, as you spoke so highly of him. How were you supposed to prove that if he wasn’t in your life anymore? You can’t lie because it was clear you were going as a pair, a couple like you had told them. He even helped you pick out the black satin gown for the night. An elegant gown by the way…

During your short fifteen-minute break your thoughts distracted you once again. It was an unnecessary cycle that made your heart race. You slowly took sips of your warm coffee mug, looking over last-minute paperwork. “You don’t look so good Y/n,” A voice too familiar said, you peered up from the white paper sheet to blue eyes. “Jeez thanks, John,” you said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Hey, I’m just saying,” he defended raising his arms in a surrounder way. “What’s up? You can talk to me you know?” you sighed and slumped back into your chair. Dragging your fingers across your forehead to the bridge of your nose. “So you know how I’m leaving soon?” John nodded taking a seat in front of you.

“I kinda-, well, so basically-” you rambled fidgeting with your rings. “I told my mom Jace would be attending the wedding. But due to what happened I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do now. Everyone, I mean everyone is ready to meet him. My own mother gave us the guest house to stay in while there! It’s driving me crazy-” You let out. John’s eyes slightly widened as you spoke louder, but he knew it was your frustration.

“First of all breathe. Have you tried to talk to her about what things happened?” he questioned. “She doesn’t let me. She puts this pressure on me, saying how everyone is ready to meet this man. That she’ll be disappointed if things go wrong. That she is extremely happy I found someone. That I shouldn't let this man go” you groaned. “I leave in less than three days and I’m going to show up alone…” Silence took over the room no one knowing what to say.

You begin to laugh hysterically, your stomach cleansing as you throw your head back. John cocks his head to the side smiling and chuckling confused. “Of course, this would happen to me.”

Ruben stood outside the small break room listening to the conversation. Due to being injured, he was doing slight therapy and recovery work to get back in shape. He and you were close, to some people, it looked like you were a couple. He had no idea about the wedding making him rethink a couple of things.

He was there during your breakup which was over a month ago. He let you sleep in his arms, have movie nights, eat ice cream, and take walks around Manchester. He was developing these unknown feelings that scared him a lot. He cared for you too much and John saw that. You were slowly becoming one of the most important people in his life.

He was still so confused why he didn’t know. You had known for a while he figured, how come he was never aware? So many late nights where you talked about everything, so many opportunities where you could’ve told him. But what held you back? He had his shoulder propped against the wall, smiling and shaking his head when he heard you laugh.

He knew you too well, you did this when nervous, faking something, or like right now, panicking. Something inside him to just go for it, be that person. Your eyes drifted off to him as he leaned against the doorway. You too felt bubbly inside whenever you saw him, you couldn’t get enough of him. His personality, big brown eyes, the way his forehead would crinkle when talking to you.

Part of you felt something for Ruben, something you never got to experience in past relationships. “I’ll be your date,” he said so effortlessly, not even questioning the outcome of it. John decided at that moment to stand up and leave, saying goodbye of course, “I'll see you two around.” he smirked.

Ruben strode over to the chair John once sat in, making your heart race as you noticed him. He was a bit sweaty, wearing a tight Nike training shirt, with his shorts running dangerously high. “Ruben. As much as I would love that, I can’t let you do that.” You shook your head acknowledging what he finally had said to you. His eyebrows furrowed, “Why y/n? You desperately looking for a solution, there’s nothing bad about it. Think of it as going as friends! Just a couple of nights then boom, back to normal.”

How do you tell your best friend you are unsure of how it would affect you? How you see him more than a friend? “But Ruben you have your job here, you need to get better before the international break,” you tried coming up with more excuses. “I need a break from that right now, the physio said I’m recovering and soon can start training with the team. Just agree, I have a suit ready. Plus I’ve wanted to visit Madrid, this would be the time.”

He stared into your eyes, looking at the uncertainty, the overthinking. Ruben knew because a small vein on your temple popped out. He knew you couldn’t disagree at this point, it was true you were desperate but with this offer on the table… it will change things. “It’s a week we’re staying there. We’d have to act like a couple, a couple who are deeply in love. Are you sure you want to do this? My family expects high expectations for no reason, I don’t want to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable.”

Ruben knew how your family was. He didn’t understand why you of all people would get mistreated. You had provided for them, took care of them, and even did abnormal things no one would even think of, yet you were unappreciated. They were ungrateful he thought, but never said aloud, he thought you deserved better. “I’m a thousand percent sure, I’m sure I can manage.”

He was up for the challenge, he wanted to be there for you. Who knows maybe this trip could change things between you? You stood up and went over to his side, he looked up at you standing up as well. You hugged him tightly wrapping your arms around his broad body and setting your head on his chest. You swore his heartbeat began to beat faster. Hesitantly he wrapped his arms around you as well, setting his chin under your head.

“Thank you, Ruben, you don’t know how much this means to me! I will make it up to you I swear,” you promised. “You don’t have to make anything up, take this as a favor for helping me while injured,” he muttered, you felt the vibrations of his voice when he spoke. You pulled away going back to work. He as well as he went to talk to Pep for the week off. His thoughts lingered a bit more, now more than ever determined to find out why you did not say anything about the wedding.

Later that evening, you and Ruben had agreed to go out for dinner, a small unknown Italian place that was hidden, your favorite spot. You ordered a small pizza since you were in the mood for it, along with some white wine to relax the nerves still present. You didn’t dress up fancy, something casual and similar to what Ruben wore.

“Can I ask you something?” you nodded taking a sip of the crystal wine glass, Ruben's brown eyes became soft, his outer corners slightly wrinkling. “Don’t take this the wrong way, or that I'm going to get upset, Well I kind of am but it's okay if you had a reason… how come you never told me about the wedding?” he said confused and slightly conflicted, that accent you adore so much coming out, his voice weaker rather than the deep voice he had.

You drop your eyes down to the empty plate, not knowing what exactly to say to him. Ruben had done so much for you the past month the last thing you wanted was to become a burden for him. You hated feeling like that, people feeling like they’re forced to like you, it's the last thing you wanted Ruben to feel since he had a lot on his plate as well. You also didn’t want to tell him for this reason, him being insistent to accompany you.

“I was going to eventually, right before you got injured but I didn’t say anything because you've been there for me. Way too many times, I guess I didn’t want this to be in that pile… It's not because I didn’t want to I did, but this would just be added to the plate of stress you have going on,” you rambled. But Ruben shook his head letting out a small scoff in disbelief, your gut dropping.

“How many times have I told you, that you can come to me for absolutely anything? I think by this point we've established that we're always there for each other no matter what,” he emphasized. “You’ve helped me through my recovery process physically and mentally, and I couldn't be more than grateful for that. This would've not been stressful to me, I care for you, and I wish you could see that more often,” his voice now gentler than when he was ranting.

“Yes, I know that, and I care for you that's why I didn't say anything. It wasn't that big of a deal until just recently when I began to stress about it more,” you say. The waiter comes by with your plates of food, him being in a cheery mood unaware of the tension that you and Ruben were having. “Am I missing anything?” to which you both shook your head no, “Great, call if you need anything else.”

“Sorry, I was just kinda upset and confused you didn't tell me, since we tell each other everything. We’ve known each other for little time but i’ve grown to trust you so much Y/n, it's a feeling I can’t explain. I feel at home with you…” Ruben soughed, becoming tense at the thought of you not feeling the same way and him oversharing.

“Since we're being honest, when I'm with you I can just be me. Not the girl who I was forced to grow up as or the professional Y/n at the training grounds. The Y/n you know and those around me whom I trust. Ive never also felt like this, the feeling of being at home, it's only been you who released that feeling, not even Jace made me feel that way” you say, bringing him out his worries and fear, the reassurance he was looking for, but you take notice at the way his jaw clenches at Jace’s name.

Ruben hated him. He hated the way he made you feel, the way he treated you after you remained loyal and loving through your relationship. How can someone do that to a pure and innocent perfect? With your best friend too? Anytime you mentioned or cried over him he saw red, he hurt you and the only thing he desired was to beat the shit out of him. But Jace didn’t have you anymore, you were Ruben’s, and only his now.

To cheer the mood up you change the subject, not wanting to talk about the wedding or the feelings the two of you confessed out loud. Hell, you weren’t in Spain yet, but the air between you shifted a lot…

“Madrid is gorgeous you’ll love it. We will be staying outside of Madrid for the first three days and then go explore the city. We can visit the plaza and buy reservoirs, go to the royal palace, go to museums, and do some hiking near this camp. And we will for sure that the late night walks through the city, just like we have been doing…”

Ruben finally smiles, the frown no longer there. You were best at that, bringing the good and not strict professional Ruben was. The man with routine as he claimed to be. You let him be loose and worry-free. “Can we visit the Bernabeu or is that too soon?” he joked. Your mouth opened wide at his comment, referring to winning the semi-final this year, and the UCL. But also to when City lost last year.

“You sure you can handle seeing the great success of Real Madrid and their fourteen Champions League trophies?” you teased, to which Ruben let out a loud laugh. “Will that be Madrid’s fanbase comeback and excuse when we call them out or attempt to humble them?” he says, continuing the banter. You shrug your shoulders and lean back, taking a sip of your wine once again, “I don’t know… Guess you’ll find out once we're in Madrid…”

The once harsh tension that was there before was now long gone. The two of you enjoy a peaceful dinner like planned, continuing joking and tease each other about the teams, but also rejoicing and sharing the favorite memories from your earlier childhood. Ruben laughed as you told him about a time you faked being sick so you wouldn't have to attend a ballet dance recital and the times when you snuck out to get drunk with friends at a nearby park. He drove you home after walking through Manchester and sharing a cup of ice cream, kissing your cheek goodnight, promising to always be there for you.

Three days later you found yourself waiting for Ruben to pick you up to go to the airport. You insisted on Uber but he wouldn’t take your ‘No’ for an answer. You had your suitcase ready, along with your carry-on, filled with your electronics, blanket, and some of your and Ruben’s favorite snacks. Your mother had called the night before making sure once again to remind you about your boyfriend.

Ruben honked outside distracting you from your deep thinking. The night before you couldn’t sleep, you had admitted you were pretty scared of this. You knew what you felt for Ruben wasn’t going to go away. You hoped maybe someday he would feel the same. He as well couldn’t sleep, his thoughts drifting of how you two were going to pull it off.

You greeted a good morning, hearing his deep and slumber voice as he greeted back. “Ready?” he asked then laughed when you shook your head. “Never, but here goes nothing.” The drive was filled with both of you singing to the playlist you created, somewhere between that you intertwined hands, feeling your skin burn at his touch.

After parking in the reserved area, you two made your way inside, checking in bags and getting your boarding passes. “Just to let you know, I brought your favorite snacks so you wouldn’t have to buy them…” you said as you sat down in the lounge. Ruben felt his heart warm up as you thought of him, smiling when pulling out the Scooby-Doo graham cracker cookies and the rainbow goldfish cheesy snacks. He had tried them during his pre-season tour with Benfica in America years ago, and he quickly loved the snacks.

“Thank you… Girlfriend.” You giggled at his words, blushing at the thought as well. He intertwined your hands once again as you made yourself inside the plane. He looked better than ever, wearing a white shirt underneath his black hoodie, a baseball cap, and sweats. “Just to let you know I’m super tired, so I may fall asleep right here,” You raised his brows at his choice of words, quickly understanding after.

He leaned over placing his head on your right shoulder, crossing his arms across his chest. You chuckled enjoying the feeling of being close again. “In that case, I’m falling asleep here,” you leaned over placing your head on top of his, covering your bodies with the blanket. He sighed comfortably soon drifting off to sleep.

Ruben couldn’t stop staring out as you guys landed in Madrid, he fell in love with the city so quickly, even more so as you reached your destination. Before he got out you stopped him, “Wait! Listen my family isn't… so kind at times. If they say something I deeply apologize, they can be a handful.” Testing the water a bit he leaned over pecking your temple letting his lips linger on there for a bit before reassuring you.

“As long as you’re here, that matters most.”

[simonsrosebud]

ik I'm late to the party but omg.... abram boyd.... I'm sobbing that's so sweet 😭😭 pls tell me more about them

AHHH THANK YOU I LOVE HIM

Abram has certified protective big brother energy, but since he isn’t a big brother this goes to his girl friends at college instead. Palmetto is a safe campus, but he (and Elliot by association) still always end up getting their girl friends back to the dorms safely no matter what. I’m talking if two of their friends are fucked up before he even gets there he will leave the bar 10 minutes in just to get them home and then come BACK. (this is based on my sisters friend at lsu and it’s so wholesome)

Abram’s relationship with Neil is interesting bc he’s growing up as Neil is traveling in the pros in his late 20’s. However, Neil visits whenever it’s convenient and once he gets in the groove of this whole godfather thing he treats Abram like he’s his uncle bc he sees how Andrew is with Aaron’s girls. He keeps up with his schedule when he starts playing little leagues and makes Dan send pictures. She sends first day of school updates and a picture of a little Abram missing his two front teeth.

Abram gets a Josten Court jersey and wears it until it stinks. He gets new ones when he outgrows them. By his third one Matt gets him a huge one to grow into as a grown man. He does indeed grow into it.

Neil sends him post cards with a little letters written inside when he’s 4 and Abram loves it so much that Dan facetime’s Neil like 2 weeks after he got the first one but it’s just Abram’s face all up in the camera. “When will I get anover wetter, uncle Neil?” “Oh!” instant delight “It must still be in the mail, buddy, but just keep an eye on the mailbox, okay?” “Okay… do you wanna see your wetter?! I put it on my wall, uncle Neil!”

Neil is the first to start calling him B, firstly bc calling someone else Abram is something he has to get used to. Secondly because Abram acknowledges it as Neil’s nickname and stubbornly doesn’t let anyone else call him it.

Matt retires from exy at like 32 when Abram is 3. Matt’s exy team loyalties lie where his friends are at, so Matt, Jace, and Abram make it a thing to watch every game. Abram can’t keep track of Neil is and gets frustrated by it. Matt mentions it while laughing, two games later Neil has the butt of his stick wrapped in orange. After that Abram keeps saying, “Ope, there’s uncle Neil again …. There’s- I see orange, Daddy! …. There he goes again! …. Look! Uncle Neil!!”

Andrew may have been the one humanizing Neil, but Abram is the one who softens him.

Abram used to hold onto Addie or Annie’s hands and just follow them around at Fox reunions, which got more frequent throughout the years and is why/how the fox kids all got close.

Abram plays minecraft but just creative mode. He likes adventure or sports videogames while his brother likes Call of Duty and whatnot.

BIG lego kid until he’s like 14.

As a teenager, Abram and Neil text so much and talk on the phone a lot. About exy, about French help bc he’s learning it in school, about some fantasy show that Abram somehow got Neil into, about sports and college applications and when he can come visit again. And then about who these new kids in Neil’s house are and are they gonna stay a while? should we add them to the cousin gc? hey how’s elliot doing? and hey can you send me elliot’s number? and if i’m doing all this hard work to keep the strikers away the least our strikers could do is do something with the ball i keep getting to them, anyway, are you guys bringing blake and elliot to thanksgiving? i’m excited to meet them. and i know ur gonna be weird if i ask you about guys but im pretty sure i have a crush on one and im kinda freaking out and im scared to tell my parents and-

Matt is so loving when he comes out to him and Dan, hugging Abram really tight and just telling him he loves him and he’s so proud of him and Abram cries a little.

The first time he kisses a boy (bc crushes are only from afar) it’s freshman year of college and it’s because he starts looking at Elliot too often for too long and needs to get that shit out of his head bc that’s his best friend.

Abram has lunch with Dan like twice a month because she tries to stay out of his hair since she’s the exy coach at PSU.

When he and Elliot get together he finds he loves to wrap Elliot up in his clothes.

Elliot goes to all of his home games with their friends and cheers obnoxiously. Abram loves it. He also… fucks Elliot while he wears his soccer jersey.

He is definitely a gentle giant, but once he and Elliot get together he throws that boy AROUND in the bedroom.

there’s a lot more about him but i hope that’s good for tonight hehe

[angelst4re]

Hello lovely! I love your writing!! I was wondering if you could do a 001 fic where the reader is another one of Brenner’s subjects at Hawkins Lab with Henry/001. They mutually have a crush on each other but of course they can’t really act on their feelings, besides quick interactions in the dark corners of the hallway out of camera view. BUT then they get called into Brenner’s office one day and told that the lab is going to conduct an experimental program, to breed the most powerful subjects for the next generation, and they will be the first to begin it since they’re the oldest (obviously both would be like 18 or 19 years old!) and they finally get to get it on 🤭 but definitely starts out kind of awkward since this would be both of their first time hehe.

ugh this idea>>> also i barely ever get Henry/001/Peter requests and it makes me kinda sad becasue he's literally my favourite jamie character (jace, i am sorry.)

002- Henry/001/Peter x Reader

summary: in the request :)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut, this was also written at like 3am

notes: this is 4.5k words?? i feel like it could've been better though haha, BUT ALSO JAMIE SHAVED?? THE BEARD IS GONE??!!?!?! (but never forgotten <3)

You’ve known Henry for the majority of your life, or at least the half of your life that you remember. You had both been taken from your homes, your deaths faked while you were put under the care and control of a certain doctor and given new names, although they weren’t names. They were numbers. Yours was 002, Henry’s was 001. 

When you first arrived at the lab, you were shaken up, you refused to talk to anybody or even interact with the other boy. However, you soon learnt that you had a lot more in common than you had hoped. You had powers, it explained why you could see glimpses into the future, predict things and guess what someone was thinking- although you knew now that it wasn’t guessing. It was all true. You had believed that in the first 9 years of your life that these things were all ‘in your head’, as your father told you when you asked him if he was seeing other women, cheating on your mother. You refused to believe there was something unique or special about you. 

As the years passed, your powers grew stronger, and you also began to form a friendship with the other boy in the Lab, Henry. He was a year or 2 older than you, you never knew for sure. The first time he ever spoke to you was when he warned you about the Doctor tattooing you, he showed you his sore, red arm with 001 written in black ink. He told you to try to stay calm, he got punished for moving about in his seat when the pain got too much. You thanked him, and from that day he made a promise to himself- he promised he would keep you safe and that one day he would escape with you, so you could both live the life you deserved. 

As more years went by, you and Henry continued to grow closer. More children also began to arrive at the lab, none of them were over the age of 6. Doctor Brenner ordered them to call him Papa, you and Henry had quite rightly refused to call him this. He began lessons, helping these children to use and build their powers, to grow them stronger. You and Henry would also attend these lessons, Brenner would often ask one of you to help the children, to give them advice- but most of them were only 5, they struggled to understand. This resulted in punishments, which you and Henry had to leave the room for. 

As you got older, you realised your feelings towards Henry were more than what you should feel for friends. You had a crush on him. Upon realising this, you started to behave differently around him. You would blush when he felt the cut on your cheek, wishing his soft fingers would caress your cheek to pull you in for a kiss instead, or when you be alone with him in the Rainbow Room you would try to keep a little distance and appear engaged in an activity so he wouldn’t try talking to you, you would only stumble on your words as you spoke back. 

He picked up pretty quickly that you liked him in this way, he couldn’t help it with his powers, could he? He could use and control his better than you could, meaning he could read your thoughts, whilst you struggled to read his. However, you liked it better like this, you knew that you and Henry would probably die in the lab before you could leave, meaning you’d rather spend your in-between years as friends and not risk the shame of rejection. 

However, you needed to tell someone about this crush- it was driving you insane. Martha, the nurse, was the only person in this place you could trust, besides Henry, so you opened up to her one day when she was treating your most recent wounds before performing an overall health and wellness check as it was leading up to your 18th birthday. For your 16th birthday, you and Nurse Martha spent an afternoon in a sex education lesson, so you wondered what was in store for your 18th. Peter said nothing special happens, that it’s just like any other. 

However, your 18th birthday was one to remember, it seemed even better than your 7th (which you could only vaguely remember, you received a dollhouse that you had been begging for all year). You spent the majority of the day in lessons with Brenner and other doctors and scientists, but the evening made up for the last 9 years you had spent in the Lab. 

There was a knock on your door, you expected it to be Nurse Martha, but when you opened it you were met with…

“Henry?” You gasped, poking your head out the door to check the halls before grabbing his arm and pulling him into the room, “what are you doing? If you get caught you’ll-”

“If I get caught then at least it was for a good reason,” he smiles, pulling something out from under his black jumper, what had he been hiding? “Happy birthday.” 

He handed it over to you, it was wrapped up in some tissue? A napkin?

“Cake?!” Your eyes widen, and then soften as you look up at Henry. You remembered from your years before the Lab that birthdays were usually celebrated with cake, yet Brenner never allowed it on birthdays. “Where did you get this from?” You ask, sitting down on your bed. 

“Stole it from the kitchens, one of the ‘children’ caused a fire on the south side of the building today and the staff were made to evacuate.” He said, yet (for the first time) you knew what he was thinking, you knew he was lying. 

“You started a fire? To get me some cake?” You chuckled in disbelief. 

“Well, you deserved something to make you happy. I wish I could’ve gotten you a gift.” He said, looking down at his lap, you could tell he was thinking about something else, you couldn’t quite work out what it was. 

“You can think of the cake as a gift!” You said, smiling as you picked at a bit of it before taking a bite, it was delicious. “Anyway I like spending time with you, and we don’t get to see each other as much as we used to.” 

“That’s because we’re at different levels, y/n. I’ve known about my powers and how to use them since I was young, you only discovered them in there. Brenner doesn’t believe you’re as… powerful as I am, but I know you can prove him wrong, can’t you?” Henry’s eyes fell on you as he asked the question, you nodded your head, telling him you will prove him wrong, that you’ll make him feel stupid for ever thinking that way about you, to which Henry whispered a small “that’s my girl.” 

“What did you say?” You asked, feeling the heat rush to your face. 

“I didn’t say anything,” he smirked. You must have read his mind again. “Can I tell you something?” Henry asked. 

“Of course.” You said, finishing the last bit of cake, folding the piece of tissue up and placing it on your drawers. 

“Do you remember when you first arrived at this place? I was finally happy to have someone else with me, but you were too afraid to even talk to me. I spent years trying to get you to trust me, you may not have realised that, but I wanted to be your friend. Before I was brought here, I didn’t have any friends, I spent most of my time by myself and that’s how I wanted it to be, but it was just so lonely and cold here, I wished I spent my time differently. I knew it was too late by then, but then you arrived. I knew, given the situation, that you would most likely shy away from me, attempt to escape, but I wanted to try. I wanted to know that I at least tried to make a friend, but I feel like I’ve done more than that,” he said, placing his hand on your knee, “I’ve realised in these last months that I… like you. More than a friend should like a friend. And I won’t lie to you, I know you feel like this about me too, but I wished I would have heard it from your mouth rather than your thoughts,” he chuckled, his eyes coming up to meet yours. 

“C-can you kiss me?” You ask, stupidly stumbling on your words as the feeling of his hand on your bare skin and his eyes looking into yours became too much. 

“It would be my pleasure.” He smiled softly, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. 

You were the first to lean in, needing to know if Henry’s lips were as soft as you imagined- and they were. Your breath was snatched from your lungs as his lips pressed into yours. He could taste cake from your lips, causing him to smile into the kiss before carefully pulling back. You didn’t want to stop, it took everything inside you not to pull him back. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, watching as he quickly stood up, adjusting his clothes before grabbing the door handle. 

“I should go now, so I don’t get in any more trouble with Brenner. But I hope we can do this again… soon.” 

“Me too,” you smiled, still trying to process the fact that Henry had admitted he liked you back and kissed you in the space of 5 minutes, “I hope you get back safely. Good night, Henry.”

“Good night, love.” 

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“002?” A knock at your door distracted you from the drawing you were working on, you placed the pencil down on your desk and made your way to your door, opening to be greeted with Nurse Martha, who had Henry by her side. 

“Hello.” You chuckled nervously, “is everything okay?”

“Yes! I was asked by Doctor Brenner to collect you and 001 and to take you to his office, he would like to tell you both about his newest… project.” 

“I’ll be two seconds,” you say, rushing over to your bed to grab your jumper, throwing it on to cover your tank top before returning the door, shutting it as you follow Martha and Henry down the halls. 

You gave Henry a glance and in your mind you asked him ‘do you know what this is about?’, he then looked back over at you and shook his head, ‘no, he hasn’t said anything about a project.’

“Here we are,” Nurse Martha smiled as she knocked on the door to Brenner’s office, “don’t be nervous, sweetheart.” She said to you, patting your shoulder. 

“Ah, thank you, Martha, I can take it from here.” Brenner said with a cold smile as he held his office door open, inviting you and Henry inside as the nurse turned around and headed back down the halls. 

You and Henry sit down when instructed, on the chairs opposite the Doctor’s desk. He opened a cabinet, pulling out a folder and placing it in front of you and Henry as he sat at his desk. 

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here,” Brenner mused, opening up the folder, looking at the two of you as if you were supposed to know, but you both shook your head. “Over the years, I have worked with several doctors and scientists to try to find a way of combining both of your powers, seeing as the children here have only inherited percentages of your abilities from the testing we have done. But there may be a way to go about this that could potentially be successful, as you two are the oldest and possess the the most unique abilities-”

“What are you trying to say?” Henry asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “Do you need to take more blood samples?”

Doctor Brenner thought about his next words carefully, not wanting to scare either of you off with his proposal. He folded his arms in front of him on the desk and leaned forward. 

“To put it simply, we want you two to begin the next generation, to reproduce, to-”

You interrupted him by choking on air as you finally realised what he meant. He wanted you and Henry to have a child together, in hopes that this child will inherit both of your powers and abilities. 

“And when do you want this to happen?” Henry asked, his voice avoiding any signs of emotion as he looked into the eyes of the Doctor. 

“Nurse Martha has been tracking 002’s menstrual cycle, and this week would be perfect for successful conception. Maybe even today?” Brenner said with a joyous smile. Of course he’d be happy, he won’t be the one to carry this damned baby for nine months. “So, is that okay with you?” He asked, as if you and Henry had a choice. 

“Yes, Doctor.” You replied in unison. 

“Wonderful!” He clasped his hands together, “you may do… it… in either of your rooms, we haven’t got any spare rooms at the moment- and I believe it may be helpful to have some sort of comfort.” He said before walking over to the office door, holding it open for the two of you. 

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You and Henry walked in silence, you had non-verbally decided to go to your room- or at least that is where you were both heading. The silence between the two of you was unbearable, you needed to say something-

“So, you are definitely comfortable with this, right?” Henry asked, his fingertips brushing against yours as you walked side by side. 

“I guess so, we can’t risk saying no-”

“If you don’t want to do this then we won’t.” Henry stated, confidently. 

You thought for a moment, you wanted to do it, you wanted to feel Henry close to you like this, it’s what your body has been aching for for the last month- when he would send a small smirk your way when he caught your eye you would feel your lower half tingling, when he would place his hands on your waist as he moved past you when you were sent to retrieve something from the cramped storage cupboard you wanted nothing more than to push yourself up against him, when he-

“I’ll take that as you being okay with this then?” He smirked, wiping the small drip of blood from his nose. Bastard. Your thoughts were private!

“Yeah,” you smiled, finally arriving at your room. You took a deep breath before opening your door. Henry followed you in and carefully shut the door behind him. “So, how do you want to do this?”

Henry gave you a gentle smile as he slowly moved closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek like it had done a few weeks ago, when he had kissed you on your birthday. He leaned down slowly, your noses brushing as your lips touched. You run your fingers through his hair before pulling him closer, catching his lips in a sloppy, clearly inexperienced kiss. 

His free hand rested on your hip, pulling your body closer to his, so close you could feel heat radiating from him. He kissed you hungrily, like this was his last chance to show you how much you mean to him, even if he can’t properly tell you. 

He moved his hands to the bottom of your jumper, tugging on it, ‘let me take it off’. 

And you allowed him, breaking free from the kiss for a mere 5 seconds made you feel empty, cold, like a piece of a puzzle was missing, but when Henry had taken your jumper off and let it drop to the floor, his lips crashed into yours once more. 

‘Your turn’, you told him. You loved how you could communicate with his like this, not having to take your lips off of each other to speak. 

Your hands fumbled about as you found the bottom of his jumper, beginning to lift it up. He took over, breaking the kiss once more as he dropped it to the floor, now lying in a pile with yours. His hands now played with the waistband of your grey joggers as he gave you a puzzling look- a look full of lust, desire, want, but also love. He slipped his fingers into the waistband and began to drag them down your hips. 

“Henry,” you whispered. He stopped immediately and looked at you, scanning your face for any signs of fear. “I just… I wanted to tell you… I don’t know how to do this.” You admit, your face flushing a deep red. 

“Neither do I,” he tells you, “why don’t we figure it out together, hm?” He raises his eyebrows, continuing to pull your joggers down, slowly revealing your underwear. 

“Okay.” You say, smiling as you stand awkwardly, not knowing what to do with your hands as he undresses you. 

When the material pools at your feet, you step out it, now left in your underwear, bra and a thin tank top. Henry was still fully dressed. He caught on quickly and rid himself of his t-shirt, letting that fall on to the pile of discarded clothes that lay on the floor. His hands moved down to push his joggers down his legs, leaving him in just his white boxers. You took that as a sign and removed your top, leaving you in your white bra and panties. 

“You’re beautiful.” Henry said, looking at your body, “I never thought something could be so beautiful.” 

“So are you.” You said, placing your hand on his chest, noticing the scars on his skin that were undoubtedly caused by a certain doctor. “What do we do next?” 

“...we get naked.” Henry said, his hand coming up to play with your bra strap, “is that okay?”

“That’s okay.” You tell him. 

‘Can I take this off?’ he asks you, his eyes finding yours as you nod your head. His hands slide around you, to your back to find the clasp of your bra. He immediately notices that this would be more difficult than expected, so he gets you to turn around, with your back facing him. 

He easily unclasped your bra, carefully sliding the straps off of your arms before taking the material and letting it fall on the floor. 

He could feel his blood rushing down to his cock as he thinks about how you’re standing braless in front of him. He tells himself not to worry about what you would think as you turn back around to see him hard through his boxers, that was meant to happen, that’s what needs to happen, right?

“You can turn around now.” Henry says, swallowing thickly. 

Your hands cover your boobs as you turn back around to face him, but he quickly removes them, telling you not to be shy. Then your eyes finally catch what was between his thighs. 

“Henry… is that…?” Your eyes were full of curiosity as you stared at his erection. 

“Yes, I expect you’ve never seen one like this before.” He says, you shake your head. 

“I’ve only seen what was in t-the anatomy books.” You tell him, and he smiles softly. He feels like he has a slight advantage here, having heard his classmates at school talk about sex all the time, he felt repulsed by it- but that was before he met you. 

He finally takes off his boxers, you watch carefully as his cock leaks precum, your hand unexpectedly reaching to wipe it off with a finger, causing Henry’s breath to hitch. 

“Can I?” You ask him, ‘can I make you feel good?’

Henry nods his head, taking your hand in his and wrapping your fingers around his length before guiding it up and down at an achingly slow pace. He bites his lip, holding back a groan from escaping his lips as you quicken the pace. 

“S-stop,” he warns you, “I want the first time I cum to be with you.”

You nod your head and remove your hand, not knowing what his words meant. 

“Can I make you feel good?” He asks, hooking a finger into the waistband of your underwear. 

“Please…” You whimper, “when I’m with you I feel things down there, what does that mean, Henry?” You ask. 

“It means you need my fingers, darling.” He whispers, pushing your last remaining garment down and off of your body, revealing your cunt to him. “Fuck…” he groans, getting down on to his knees to look at you closer, he had never seen this part of the female body up close before. 

He dips a finger into you, delighted to find you were already wet for him. He moved his finger up along your slit, searching for your clit. He knew that would make you feel good, and he was desperate to hear you moan for him. 

“Oh my-” Your knees buckle when his finger grazes over the nub, he smirks, replacing his finger with his thumb as he rubs circles where you needed him. 

He continues to examine you, two fingers from his other hand spread your folds apart and he watches you pulse, a sign that you wanted more. 

He stands back up and removes his hands from you, placing one on your waist. 

“Lie down,” he tells you, guiding you backwards towards the bed. 

You lay down, your head against the pillows, your arms by your head and your legs spread slightly. He was happy to see you were comfortable around him. 

He follows you, kneeling between your legs, spreading them a tiny bit further. He brings his hand back to your heat, teasing your entrance with his fingertip. 

“Tell me if it’s too much.” He says, sliding his index finger into you slowly, earning a pleasured gasp from you. “Does that feel good?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he eases it back out before pushing back in. He believes you were ready for a second one to follow, so his thumb rubs your clit as he slides his middle finger in too. 

“Feels too good, Henry.” You moan, a lazy smile on your lips as you look up at him. 

He replies with a satisfied ‘hm’ as he continues his actions. He feels the way your walls pulse around his fingers, and basically hears your heart pounding in your chest, he knows you’re close. 

Slowly, he stops what he was doing, leaning down to pepper kisses on your thighs, even placing a delicate kiss over your clit. 

“I think you’re ready now, sweetheart.” He says, moving up a little on the bed so your hips were in line with his. 

“Okay.” You say, not knowing what he thought you were ready for, but agreeing anyway. 

He took his cock and swiped off the precum that had leaked from the tip and swiped it over your clit, making your hips shuffle as he lined himself up with you, slowly inching his cock inside of you. 

The pain was hot and red, it took you by surprise and you found yourself clawing at the bedsheets. Henry noticed this and took your hands in his, moving them to his back. You didn’t want to hurt him but as he pushed in further,  your nails began to dig into his skin, sure to draw blood. 

“You’re doing so well.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Does it hurt?” He asked, although he knew the answer before you nodded your head. 

When he was fully inside you, you let out a whimper. You had never realised you could feel this way before, so full. You loved it. 

He didn’t move for a few moments, until he felt you were ready, when you caught your breath and your walls stopped clamping around him. That was when he began to gently rock his hips, thrusting in and out of you. 

Sweat beaded on Henry’s forehead as he tried his best to hold himself back from rutting into you at a faster pace, but as your legs wrapped around his waist, he began to quicken his pace. 

“Oh my… Henry, faster!” You panted. 

He did as you said, not holding back anymore. After weeks of wanting nothing more than this moment, Henry couldn’t believe what was happening. Surely this wasn’t real- but as your nails clawed at his back, he knew it most definitely was real. 

“I love you.” The words slipped from Henry’s lips and caught you by surprise. You didn’t say anything, not knowing what to say. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, your lips crashing into his. 

You suddenly became aware of how he felt inside you, the spots he hit deep inside your body that you would have never known were there, but especially how good it felt. 

“Henry… I feel something… In my tummy-”

“Let it go, darling.” He said, his hand sliding to your lower stomach, just below your belly button, and pushing down. The pressure resulted in even more pleasure, you felt so good, you never wanted this feeling to leave. 

Suddenly, a white wave of ecstasy crashed over you, spreading through your whole body. You almost felt euphoric. 

“Gonna… gonna cum inside you- fuck!” He groaned, his thrusts growing slower and sloppier, and then you felt something hot rush inside of you. 

Henry remained above you, his arms placed either side of your body to support him. He was trying to catch his breath before he stood back up and continued with his day- but you pulled him down, making him put all his weight onto you. 

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you as you both came down from your highs, worried that if you let go of him, he would leave and you would never speak about this again. 

When you realised he was still inside of you, your walls involuntarily clenched around him again, causing him to groan into the crook of your neck. You whispered a soft apology before you ran your fingers through his soft hair. 

“I love you too.” You finally confessed. 

He lifted his head up, giving you a smile before kissing the corner of your mouth. 

“Our baby isn’t going to grow up inside this place,” Henry told you, “I have a plan, I’m going to escape- and I’m going to take you with me.”

[alexanderlightweight]

A group of downworlders choosing to trust in Alec over Clary, Izzy, and Jace. Alec getting recognition for 'his people' slowly but consistently improving relations, making compromises, and keeping promises vs pretty talk that promises the world but will strike you in the back for speaking against them.

Okay so like this went in such a different direction than I thought it would. I really don’t plan out the fics before I write them. Plots have never worked for me.

I see where the veins of the fic are going and try to flow along with them. So I’m not really sure how this ended up over 4k words of unplanned randomness but i hope you enjoy it

Like half of this fic was a complete accident.

—

Izzy seems shocked, the first time a seelie informant ignores her red lipped and heated smile.

Instead they head to Alec, and then stick by him. Watching the rest of the shadowhunters warily until Alec escorts them out of the institute and thanks them for their information.

“What was that?” She hisses and Alec doesn’t understand what is confusing for her.

“My job?” He asks, flatly but he offers the benefit of the doubt and when she sends him a glare and flounces her hair before stalking off, he squints in her direction. “I thought Izzy was still with Simon, is she looking for something new?”

“No idea, buddy.” Jace says but he also is looking a little putout and so Alec ignores it.

If he paid attention to every alarming thing his siblings and their entanglements did, he wouldn’t have time to breathe.

—

It happens again and again until even Clary is getting upset and Alec doesn’t get it.

“I’m more approachable! I have a better personality!” He hears Jace complaining at one point as Alec escorts a werewolf to Cat’s hospital so he can show her to the magical ward.

Alec once again ignores them as Izzy gestures to herself, “have you seen my outfit today?”

And Alec rolls his eyes because his siblings are ridiculous, thinking that people who are scared or in danger are going to focus on appearances.

And Alec knows he’s the least approachable looking, but that’s never been why he’s becoming the preferrence.

“Tell Magnus thank you.” The werewolf tells him, like it was Magnus who escorted her pregnant body to the hospital rather than Alec.

“I will.” Alec promises, because in all honesty, this has nothing to do with him and everything to do with Magnus.

He’s not being picked because he’s the most approachable or the strongest looking shadowhunter, or because of his personality. And he’s certainly not chosen for his position of authority.

Alec is picked because he’s Magnus’.

And Magnus will never allow what belongs to him to hurt what he protects.

And Alec works hard.

Not to be trustworthy himself, because it’s not his place to be.

He strives to never break the trust Magnus’ people have in Magnus.

The trust that Magnus put on the line when he declared Alexander a safe haven for his people.

And Alec will do whatever he needs to never, ever take this honor for granted, or to hurt Magnus by damaging it.

Because it isn’t that Magnus was declaring that Alec is friendly to downworlder.

He is declaring that he trusted Alec — Magnus’ Alexander — to never purposefully harm anything that was under Magnus' authority.

It’s not about Alec as a person.

It’s about what he means to Magnus.

And Alec is going to protect this, the strongest of Magnus’ declarations of devotion.

And if that means showing up at three in the afternoon to a traffic accident—

— half asleep and with pillow creases on his cheek from how quickly he got there —

— because when he’s being asked for specifically, by a very frantic werewolf who unsuspectingly went into labor in a cab, accidentally causing a crash and risking the exposure of the shadowworld.

Alec goes.

He leaves Magnus sleeping because Magnus has his own job and he trusts Alec to this.

Because a great deal of Magnus’ authority relies on his reputation and Magnus is not someone easily reached.

So Alec goes and he gets her there safely while his team covers up what caused the crash and then he activates his iratze so his fingers can heal as they’re broken and rebroken and he’s honestly relieved.

He’d rather have dozens of his bones broken over and over again than have to catch a baby from a stranger's vagina, but he would do it.

If he had to.

For Magnus.

“Oh thank fuck.” Alec barely manages to get out. He’s kneeling next to the werewolf, holding her hand with his jacket on the floor in case he needs something soft and cleanish.

Apparently they ‘had to wait’ which Alec thinks is hardly fair when her water broke while he was carrying her spasming and forcefully transforming body.

He is burning every article of clothing he’s wearing as soon as he gets home.

Alec gets to his feet and launches across the room, trying not to be too queasy.

“It’s not that bad.” Cat mocks him after the werewolf is magicked calm and wheeled away, and she is smirking at him.

“I wouldn’t touch a woman even if she had a dick.” Alec says dryly, because seelies have no shame and think threesomes should be offered like candy, “but it’s always so much worse when it’s that.” And Alec gestures with a grimace, “magical babies are so much less gross.” He mutters and Cat laughs, smooth and light and comforting after his trauma.

“Babies born from cannibalism, murder and soul destroying power are less gross?” She asks and Alec nods empathically.

“Cat, I have vaginal fluid over most of my body.” And Alec grimaces, “unless Magnus ever got bored of his genitals again, this was never going to be an issue I ever had to deal with. It’s part of our private vows.”

“Oh?” Cat asks like she’s humoring but Alec can tell by the sudden gleam in her tired eyes that she is thriving on his trauma.

“No traumatizing Alec with baby launching parts.” Alec paraphrases and he still feels a little lightheaded. “When Magnus asked me if I was willing to take vows that might set me against the clave, we spent months on it. Going over everything. Every pro and con. And Magnus promised me that while I might have to commit treason, I would never, ever have to deal with stuff like that.” Alec nods decisively, “I’m telling Magnus you kept his promise for him. And that you deserve a day away at the spa. Just the two of you, I’ll watch Madzie if you want.”

And Cat smiles at him, real and warm.

“You know, I didn’t think it would work. Magnus telling people you’d protect them in his stead if they could reach you.” Cat admits and Alec nods, just quietly pleased that she’s recently given permission for him to use her nickname. “But it seems that he’s getting wiser in his old years. Maybe it’s your youth that brings it out in him.”

“I’m going to tell Magnus you implied he is a cradle robber, again.” Alec says, but he’s fighting his own growing smile and Cat is grinning at him.

She reaches out slowly and Alec pretends to duck, butting into her hand like it’s an accident and she gets in a quick ruffle.

“I’d like that.” Cat admits, “if you remind him to bring the good stuff. Even magical spas have weak drinks.” She pauses and looks at him considerably and then adds, “Madzie would love to go to the aquarium again. She threw a fit—“ and when Alec raises a pointed brow Cat laughs and adds, “a very quiet fit, but still a fit. Apparently riding my shoulders isn’t the same as riding yours. She wants you to lift her so she can be up near the sharks and fish.”

And Alec nods, a soft smile on his own face even if his shirt is growing tacky and cold from the… disgusting evidence of new life.

It’s a slow thing, their friendship.

They’re always polite for Magnus’ sake but they both love him too much for it to be enough.

And they all love Madzie and she loves all of them, so they need a genial if not warm relationship.

But Alec is terrible at these things so he gratefully lets Cat lead the path of their friendship and he simply follows.

It’s a big deal for a downworlder. Letting a shadowhunter touch them or touching one. It’s a big deal, Cat letting Alec watch her daughter without Magnus.

Shadowhunters are born to be weapons.

Alec’s body, right down to his bone and blood, is designed and trained and tempered into pure danger.

And the clave doesn’t suffer their warriors to be sympathetic, or empathetic.

Alec’s bare hand is just as dangerous as any blade and unlike shadowhunters, who get to live and die and inflict more pain and trauma in a vicious cycle without consequences.

Warlocks have to live and remember and adapt to never getting justice and always watching the shadows for another glowing blade.

And Alec will never forget the pain in Magnus’ eyes when he explained why some nights, he has to ask Alec to wear a long sleeve turtleneck or a glamour over his runes.

The bad nights, where Magnus is troubled by memories and worried he’ll wake and see runes and think ‘enemy’ instead of ‘mine’.

And Alec stays still and pliable those nights. Covered up with fabric or magic and lets Magnus direct how much they touch and how far they go.

Magnus always marvels at his willingness to adapt to his needs.

And it only makes Alec want to do better, to be better and help heal every single hurt that life has carved into Magnus.

But he keeps his hands where Magnus tells him and he kisses as softly and adoringly as he can when he’s kissed and in the mornings, it’s a little better.

Alec stays still if he wakes first, letting Magnus set the pace for their day and canceling plans if needed.

And he waits to see if Magnus will go to the shower first or sit and slowly strip Alec.

They both always know Alec’s awake at that point, but Alec keeps his eyes closed and his breath even.

And Magnus slowly uses his magic or hands or both to bare Alec’s runes.

And Alec aches to hold Magnus, to thank him for loving Alec inspite of how painful it sometimes is, but Magnus doesn’t want to hear that.

It won’t help.

So Alec bites his lip and lets fingers trace over his runes as Magnus makes sure every rune is in its proper place.

Because even though they sometimes bring up old unhealed hurts, Alec knows that Magnus loves every part of him. Has proven it with mouth and words and kisses as he’s decorated and claimed each angelic mark.

So Alec doesn’t press, doesn’t promise.

He just nods, because this is supposed to be something nice, not stressful.

“I have several days where I'm allowed to be disconnected from the Institute.” Alec shrugs as he talks, “even my phone goes off and Magnus typically hits me with a spell that redirects fire messages. It’s rare but we worked out protocols for it after they almost ruined our anniversary. I can use one, for this.”

It’s a promise that Alec will ensure Madzie never has to see or meet or look at any shadowhunter Cat hasn’t personally vetted.

“You’re very accommodating about this.” Cat says instead of answering and Alec sighs and grimaces when he goes to rub his face and remembers what’s tackily drying on his hands.

“Not really. I mean, the institute isn’t what I would consider a vetted and safe place for her yet.” Alec sighs and closes his eyes, ignoring the hiss of magic and giving Cat a grateful smile as he feels the grime disappear.

He doesn’t like asking for favors and it would be awkward to make an official request for something so small to a newly budding friendship but the cleanliness is a relief.

“It could be years before I have enough respect and control and loyalty over every shadowhunter. It might never be completely safe. And I know you got her right after the event, you know what she was like. What she went through. What she was forced to do there. I don’t want her going there ever again unless we know that the worst she’ll get is a papercut because she tried to color my archives.” Because Alec still remembers how desperate Madzie was to save him, even being threatened and blackmailed and all because they’d shared a quiet smile.

“She’s been asking to visit you there.” Cat admits, “her therapist thinks she might need to walk through it. To process and get past that trauma. She’s not ready to talk about Rouse yet.”

And Alec sighs and he pinches his nose and is relieved when the pressure of his head ebbs a little.

“Okay.” He mutters, “okay I can work with this.”

Cat is giving him a weary but amused look, like she’s exhausted by reality but enjoying his attempts at fixing it.

“Okay. I need to have Magnus come check out the core. We never did a followup after the leylines. And it really is volatile, the clave has reports about it dating back months. I can order an official, clave sanctioned lockdown. It means only myself and my personal team are allowed out of our rooms. Everyone else is sealed into their own rooms with location monitors so sabotage can’t happen.”

Alec ignores the incredulous look he’s getting.

“A lot of shit happened because we didn’t have the right protocols and everyone ignored what we did have.” Alec admits roughly, “so I’ve changed a lot of things. The clave is tentatively letting me, since no one wants to outright argue after the last time they tried to sanction me.”

Magnus had been furious at the attempt and was Alec’s self-appointed advocate. Jia and Imogen both still wince when Alec mentions the love of his life.

“So, after your spa day. Because you’re definitely going to need one after whatever happens and she’ll need a good one before. We can do it. Issue a lockdown. Give Madzie enough time to process a walkthrough and then you’ll get her out of there so Magnus and I can actually do what we need.”

“And your team? Are they loyal? Do you trust them with her?”

And Alec looks at Cat and he grins, dark and feral and furious that he has to protect the child he loves from his own people.

“They know that if they so much as allow Madzie to be hurt in their presence, I’ll take the tripled equivalent of it out of their flesh.” And Alec grins even wider, his lips curling around his maw, “Mirai is my second-in-command and would sacrifice every member of our team and herself to preserve my life and authority. And they all know that I would sacrifice all of them for Magnus, for Madzie.” And he looks at Cat, whose loss would crush Magnus, “and for you.

“My team doesn’t love me, they respect me. They honor me. If they die they want it to be for my cause and in my stead. And it’s what I need, because love can be very fickle. You’ve never met any of them—“ because Alec knows that Cat is trying to ask if his siblings and Clary are a part of his personal team.

They are not.

“But they know the very basics of your identity and Madzie’s and why you’re so important to me. I’ll send you their files later. The unredacted ones.”

The ones even the clave doesn’t have.

“I’ll review it. But if I ask for it, will you be able to keep them away without tipping off anyone else?”

Alec nods, “they can stay in our war room if needed. It’s a new addition, Madzie won’t need to see it. Magnus can seal some of my energy to my tablet so you can use it and watch where each shadowhunter is. Will you need to bring her therapist with her? Magnus will have to trip the wards so their presence isn’t detected.”

The only other person who knows who Madzie’s therapist is, is actually Magnus.

Even Cat doesn’t know for sure.

Alec knows she vetted a group of shadowworld trauma specialists and then gave the only copy of the list to Magnus after they sealed a complicated geas that made her forget the contents.

There’s too much a risk of someone wanting the information Madzie has from Rouse and from Valentine.

So they keep it secret.

So that Madzie is safe.

“This is going to be so incredibly illegal.” Cat mutters but she looks relieved and a little less stressed despite how many clave rules they’ll be… bending.

“Even the portals from Idris go offline.” Alec tries to offer reassurance, “the risk of angelic power backlash is too much of a risk. If anyone catches on to your presence, we say we needed a healer on hand and you couldn’t get a babysitter. No one’s going to be stupid enough to press and not a single person is going to assume it’s happening because of Madzie or her therapy.”

And they wouldn’t because Cat had made her opinion clear on the subject of Madzie being any of the claves business.

Mainly that she was not in fact, their business.

And Magnus and Alec had backed her up.

“Okay. Let me talk to Magnus, and I think if we’re doing this, I'm going to change my mind. I don’t want to, but I think I will need to see all of your memories of her before she came to me.”

And Alec has to suck in a deep breath. Because he offered months ago and the option has been in limbo, Cat worried and unsure if it would help or make things worse.

The door to the maternity ward opens and Alec blinks, astonished that the baby is already born to interrupt their discussion.

Mother and child look thankfully clean, but Alec is still understandably wary as they’re wheeled over to him.

“Do you want to hold her?” The woman asks, eyes glowing as she smiles adoringly over her babe, “maybe Magnus Bane’s magic on you will bless her.”

“Is she—“ and Alec grimaces, “safe?”

And the new mother bares her teeth in offended disdain but Cat just snorts, “yes Alec, the baby is clean. You won’t have to touch ah, what was it you called it earlier, oh yes. ‘Baby launcher fluids?’ You won’t have to touch those again anytime soon.”

And Alec flushes because Cat is paraphrasing and then he’s being laughed at by two women and one of them got very intimate with him medically and the other emotionally.

He scoops up the baby, relieved that she’s clean and warm and healthy and he pets the soft downy hair.

“You’re going to grow up to be very strong.” He soothes as he rocks back and forth on his heels, “and maybe you’ll grow up to have a chocolate allergy but that’s okay. Unlike what Magnus insists, chocolate is not the superior flavor. And even if it was, you’re going to be able to taste sunshine on your tongue and see in the dark and—“ he watches the baby yawn and marvels as a little fist sleepily clutches his finger. “And Magnus is going to keep your home safe—“ he finishes, feeling a little lame because his brain is short circuiting at the strength in the little fist.

“Are all babies this strong or is it just werewolf and nephilim ones?” Alec asks before he can think better of it, he doesn’t see the amused looks pointed his way. He tries to wiggle his finger free but the baby’s face bunches up and Alec freezes.

“Cat—“ he whispers, “do magic. Quick. I can’t tell how much strength to use. What if I break her?.”

And Cat stares at him for a solid minute before she turns, leans against the wall and starts cackling.

Alec counts in his head, trying to keep his breathing as even and slow and possible. Babies are sensitive and if werewolf newborns are anything like nephilim ones, then they come with a set of instincts to protect them.

“Please take your baby back so I don’t wake her up or break her.” He whispers desperately and he gets instead a belly deep laugh and he pettily hopes she wakes up her own baby with all her damn howling.

He stands there, still as he can until Cat finally takes pity and rescues him.

However he’s still holding a grudge and he mutters to her, “you better remember to tell Magnus about what to bring yourself. I am going to conveniently forget.”

It doesn’t make him feel any better when Cat insists on opening a portal and then she shoves him through to the loft’s front door.

“Alexander?” Magnus asks sleepily when Alec finally gets into their room and Alec sighs, trudging over for a kiss before he remembers that magic aside, he’s not actually showered.

“I need sterilization.” He says and misses Magnus’ outstretched hand and startled gaze. Alec is too busy complaining to Cat via text that he can’t take a decontamination shower at Magnus’ and now he has to worry about infecting the loft.

She sends back twenty crying laughing emojis and a kissing heart and a middle finger emoji and Alec gives up.

“You're taking Cat out for a spa day.” He yells as he strips his clothes, still grumpy but sincere in his promises. “But if she asks you for the good stuff to drink, make her work for it!” Because Alec is learning to be petty right up there with Magnus, who is the best.

And Alec is a devoted student.

Alec is very content with himself as he uses his stele to draw a rune so his clothes begin to burn.

Magnus is standing in the doorway, staring at Alec in what he thinks might be shock when Alec finishes.

Which is fair.

Alec is still pretty shook himself.

“Clean first.” Alec promises, because in staying away he’s also denying himself kisses but he won’t subject Magnus to being equally infected.

And then Alec shuts the shower, draws a locking rune on the glass door for good measure and turns the water as hot as it can go.

Magnus is saying something muffled and Alec ignores the flare of his skin as it’s beaten by scalding angry water and just starts dumping bottles of soap over himself.

He manages to get what he feels is decently clean, and then Magnus is ignoring the locking rune, vanishing the entire shower door as he gets an arm around Alec’s waist and hauls him out of the lava masquerading as lava.

“What then actual fuck, Alexsnder?” His amazingly wonderful and incredibly magical Magnus is saying.

“Why is Cat sending me so many emojis? And what does she mean when she says you have occupational trauma?”

And Alec groans because he will forever be haunted.

“I love you.” He tells Magnus, “so much. But please, babe. I will literally happily go back to Edom or commit treason for you, but I cannot handle that again.”

Alec is too relieved at being clean to notice all the things he normally picks up.

So he doesn’t stop Magnus’ frantic call to Cat or Magnus’ horrified amusement at whatever she tells him.

“My poor, traumatized darling.” Magnus says and he presses his mouth to Alec’s forward.

Alec can feel his lips wobbling and he graciously ignores that it’s humor and not sympathy.

“I am.” Alec grumbles, tucking himself closer to Magnus, “traumatized. It was traumatic.” Alec lets out a little mournful sigh, “I really liked how much you liked me in those pants.”

“They could have been washed.” Magnus reminds him and Alec scoffs.

“They. Were. Contaminated. If I’d realized she was going to send me here, I would have refused. I wanted to decontaminate before I came home.”

“How about I draw us a bath?” Magnus asks and he kisses Alec’s shoulder. “

Alec nods and then sighs, “Magnus?” He asks and Magnus immediately makes a listening noise as he sets up the tub. “Can I have a full night's sleep before you never let me live this down?”

“I would never torment you with such a horrific experience.” Magnus lies, like the liar he enjoys being.

Alec gives a deep sigh and Magnus chuckles and kisses his forehead. “For your heroic actions in the face of such dangers, I will give you a full forty-eight hours and I won’t share Cat’s delightful puns until then.”

“How luxurious.” Alec mumbles and he’s falling back asleep, against Magnus and in the water.

Safe and clean.

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .05

"You aren't denying it."

Tomorrow will be our last show in our home country and due to that, we’re going to run some errands for the tour. Like getting food for the bus. Unfortunately, Bill and Georg can’t come. Bill has to do some voice lessons for my songs so he joins me in on stage. Due to my higher range, he needs a little bit of help with it. Georg is just visiting family before he leaves. They have a lot going on so they demanded they saw him.

So it’s just going to be me, Tom, Gustav, and Johanna. Jace wanted to come but I had to straight up tell him it’s just for the group and it’s okay if we spend a few hours away from each other. Ever since I got drunk he’s been overly clingy and I don’t know how to tell him to stop. In the same breath though we are leaving for about a year so I understand. I don’t exactly remember what happened the night I got drunk all I remember is smelling like beer and Tom following me to the bathroom? Then he was gone and Jace was there hugging me.

Bill told me Jace spilled beer on me and that’s why I stormed off to the bathroom but he never said anything about Tom joining. Why would he even go after me? 

This is why I don’t get drunk I hate not remembering things clearly. 

Jace keeps texting me but I’ve been ignoring the messages, I get he’s trying to make this work but he was right in the beginning, distance is not going to work for a year. If he really wants me and I want him he will wait. What sucks is everyone is getting along with him super well. He’s even growing on Tom. Tom of all people! 

But this day is not about Jace, it’s about errands that I need to run with the band members, plus Jo. 

Speaking of Jo, we’re currently driving to a food court before doing our actual errands.

“Is there a specific place I need to park?” I speak up, my eyes flickering around the area. “No, just the front with the sign.” Jo shrugs, pulling out my phone because she’s going to have to call Tom who was being a victim of Gustav’s driving. 

Even though we dislike each other I would never wish for someone to be a passenger to Gustav. Jo puts the phone up to my ear and it only rings twice before someone answers. “Hello?” It was Tom, I don’t know why I didn’t know that. 

“Hey, we just parked. Meet you inside?” I ask him, I actually just pulled into a spot but he doesn’t need to know every single detail. Taking the phone properly from Johanna. “Yeah, what are we eating?” 

“Mexican… I thought that’s what we agreed on.” I remind him, “Oh yeah, right. See you then.” He tells me and I just hum in response, ending the phone call. “That wasn’t awkward at all.” Jo laughs as we both unbuckle and get out of the car. 

We got inside and ordered everyone’s food, Johanna went to find a spot as I waited for the food to be ready. And of course, I know their orders, we’ve known each other practically since birth having to hang out so much you just tend to know things. “Hey, need help?” A voice rings out behind me, almost scaring me as I was holding a large tray with all the food on it. It was just Gustav with a lopsided smile, trying not to laugh at my face that obviously showed I just had a mini heart attack. 

“Yeah, you ass. Take the drinks.” He does as told and we make our way through the tiny crowd, getting to our seats where Tom and Johanna sat. I sat next to Jo and Gustav sat across from her. That left Tom in front of me. He was on his phone, quietly mumbling a thank you to me for paying and getting the stuff.

I watched as Gustav and Johanna were talking and laughed together. It made me so happy that they were getting along… maybe even having something more than that. Thinking about that brought me back to Jace sadly. 

I don’t know what’s stopping me from being with him. We were happy together for a year, it didn’t end on bad terms and he obviously really likes me. But something… something is just pausing all that and not letting me be happy with him. 

“[Name]!” Johanna taps me, and my body shivers as I lost the trance I didn’t even realize I was in. “Gustav has to leave. I’m going to drive him with his car.” She informs me and I raise a brow, confused. “Something happened with my brother, I don’t think it’s a good idea to drive.” He explains further, I just nod my head. My eyes scanned between the three of these people. They’re leaving me with Tom.

“Did you really not hear anything?” Tom questions me, I give him a look. “Obviously not.” I roll my eyes, looking back at the two who stood up, taking their food with them. “Um, I hope everything is okay. Be safe.” I stand up to hug them goodbye. We haven’t even been here for twenty minutes and they already got to go. They didn’t even waste a second to get out of there. I turn to Tom but he was already back on his phone and eating so I just continue to eat my own food as well.

As I finished up I started noticing all the fans around us, sneakily taking pictures or just freaking out about us being in public like we aren’t people too. Ignoring it I just put my napkins in the box with the little food left. “Want me to throw yours away?” 

His eyes look up from his screen and he looks down at his trash then just nods. “Cool, love not being answered with words.” I stand up, picking up both our things and then throwing them away. Once I walk back he was up and putting his phone away. “What’s first?” He asks.

“Dry cleaners for our one outfit for tomorrow and then this dark-looking store Bill needs something in.” I lead the way, he walks beside me and I bite my bottom lip, picking off the skin as I think about this situation. It’s mainly awkward but I’m nervous we’re going to blow up into an argument and I punch him again. 

“What’s wrong?” He scrunches his nose, looking at me up and down. “What?” I shrug my shoulders, not understanding what he’s saying. “You’re biting your bottom lip. You do that when you’re nervous about something.” He points out, pressing his lips together as he showed he was basically just stating the obvious. 

“Right, I’m thinking about how today is going to go. How it’s just you and I.” We get back to my car, we’re on either side of the vehicle now and we talk over the hood. “Nothing will happen on my end if that makes you feel better.” 

“How do I believe that?” I laugh. 

“Swear on Bill that we both won’t?” He sticks his pinky out over the hood and I go to take it but my arm is too short. We both snicker and just get into the car. “I swear,” I tell him as I start the car. “See.” He shrugs. 

We went to the dry cleaners and the darker store for Bill. It was easy in and out but the supermarket is where we’re going to take years in. 

“Wanna split up?” I face Tom after getting a shopping cart but his eyes just widen as he stares at me. “I’m going to take that as a no?” We start walking through the doors. “I don’t even remember what we’re getting.” He whines causing me to laugh mainly to myself. 

“Food, drinks, toiletries,” I say, we go into the fruit and veggies section first. His hand held onto the cart even though I was walking it. It was like he was a lost child having to follow me around. “What food are we getting?” 

“Well, Gustav and Jo want some fruit so that’s what we’re getting first. Do you want any?” I ask, stopping the cart in front of the berries, he hums randomly picking up a bag of apples to inspect it for some reason. I shake my head, trying to find specific cherries for Gustav. “Uh, I’ll just throw things in if I want it.” He tells me. 

“Ah alright, and you’re paying for said stuff with your own money?” I smirk to myself as I check out the cherries making sure they’re mainly not bruised and all that good stuff. He snaps his head my way. “I thought we had Bill’s card?” He brings up. 

“Yes but for his stuff.” I toss the cherries into the cart. “And I have all the boy’s cards.” 

“Why?” He quizzes, he was still holding the bag of apples but paying attention to me as I look at the other fruit. “They trusted me with them. They asked for specific things.” I enlighten him as he was acting like he was offended that no one trusted him with the cards. 

“Are you upset, Tommy?” I pretended to pout, he just flips me off in response causing me to laugh. “How are you so trustworthy?” He places his hands on his hips after putting the apples in the cart. I take a deep breath, looking up at him from the fruit. “How are you?” I rebuttal in defense.

“How am I not?” 

“You’re acting like a child Tommy.” I toss a few more things into the buggy, starting to walk to another section and Tom follows suit. He stays silent for a few moments and so I just go back to putting some vegetables into the baggies they give out not paying attention to the dreadhead anymore. 

Next thing I know he has a cucumber in my face. “You need this?” He waves it around and I just stare at him as he laughs. “Oh wait, you got Jace for that now.” He goes to place it down but my silence alarms him so his eyes are squinted as he looks up at me as if he knows so much already. “Are you guys not good anymore?” He picks the same cucumber back up.

“We’re fine.” I laugh, shoving the vegetable away from me. “I don’t know, your face is telling me otherwise.” He takes a baggy and puts it into there. I take a deep breath and try walking away from him but he just speeds up his pace to stay next to me. “Hey, it’s cool if you’re having issues.” He starts smacking the bagged cucumber on his hand. “We aren’t. And why would I replace him with a vegetable?” I keep the same fast pace and he started struggling to do the same as he grabbed onto his pants to keep them up. 

“Ah, you got a lil something in your drawer?” He smirks again, playing with his piercing. I just playfully gag, shoving him away from me. “You’re gross, Tom.” 

“You aren’t denying it.”

“Fine,” I stop by the deli section now. “I don’t have a dildo. I’m not replacing Jace he’s just a little much right now.” I inform him, grabbing some sandwich meat for Georg. 

“A little much?” He raises a brow.

“A little clingy.” I sigh, I can’t believe I’m talking to Tom about this out of all the band members. Of course, he’s not going to say anything to them but still. “Clingy?”

“Stop repeating what I’m saying by shortening it a little bit.” I snap and he puts his hands up in defense. “My bad, but what’s so bad about clingy?”

“Remember how he left me at 16? Since I traveled so much and everything?” I remind him and he nods. He wasn’t exactly around during that time but also Tom and I started our hatred for each other a few months before Jace came around. Which was when I just turned 15. 

“I remember.” He nods, “Well, the night of our first show he told me he wants us back. And As excited as I was to see him before the show, it made me think back to the actual very beginning.” I exclaim, tensing my hands around the bar of the cart. “Him leaving was too hard. I’m not doing it again. Honestly, I don’t want the same thing again.” I overly explain at this point and it makes me just want to shut my mouth right away but his response made me want to let the words flow like a stream.

“You have every right to how you think but you should let him know before we leave. Or ghost his ass on tour.” He tells me and I start chuckling. “I can’t do that.” 

“I mean nothing is stopping you.”

“My mind.” I point to my head dramatically.

“What’s making you keep him around?” He throws a cereal box into the cart along with bendy straws that are around it. I give him a weird look but just ignore it. “Can I get deep with you?” I bite at my bottom lip, staring at him. I don’t know what I’m doing. We hate each other and all of a sudden we’re in a store talking like we’ve been friends for the past three years. 

“I won’t tell anyone we got along if you won’t.” He sticks his hand out, stopping in the middle of the aisle like I did in the deli section. I glance down at his hand and then back at him. “Deal.” I shake on it. 

“I don’t think anyone else could love me as much as he does. I don’t want to lose that.” I laugh awkwardly, it feels weird saying it out loud. Again… to Tom. “Don’t think like that. His love is phony young love. You could definitely find something better.” He throws a few more things in the cart and at this point, his stuff was overpowering everyone else. If anything I’ll put some on Bill’s card and I won’t tell him. 

“You don’t know that though.” I remind him. “Dude, there’s guys around the world who would just love to fucking poke you. Trust me there’s someone.” He says a bit harshly but I had to give it to him, he was right.

Guys getting even eye contact from me to blow their minds. But I don’t want that. I want someone to want me for me not for because they knew me from my fame. “I am pretty great.” I gloat.

“Ah, don’t get too ahead of yourself.” He shakes his hands in my direction and I roll my eyes. “Like you aren’t?” We enter the toiletry area. “I am simply humble.” He says and I lift my eyebrows giving him a certain look and he starts laughing. 

“Okay.” I stretch up to reach a certain toilet paper and as I was grabbing it I didn’t see but there was one above about to fall. “Woah, be careful.” He comes right behind me, catching it but accidentally bumping me so his hand is on my waist to make sure we both don’t fall. I quickly turn around and apologize profusely. “Dude, you’re good.” He laughs, putting the toilet paper not where it was beforehand and then taking the one I held and putting it into the cart. 

The rest of the time was pretty simple, once we got to the register we had to make a bunch of different payments for each member, along with a few things for Johanna. Tom’s stuff took the longest and I’m surprised we even fit everything into one cart. 

Leaving together he took the cart this time and I just walked beside him. It was a more comfortable silence now. 

“Today was pretty good,” I said after we put all the stuff into my car. He looked at me, tilting his head. “Surprisingly… Yeah, it was.” He agreed. 

“Maybe we don’t have to hate each other anymore?” I laugh and he takes a deep breath. “That’s gonna be pretty hard.” My mouth goes into an ‘O’ shape, “Wow.” I huff out a little laugh and he grins at me. “We don’t gotta hate each other but don’t think the comments are gonna stop.” He points at me. “Wouldn’t dream of it because mine aren’t stopping either.”

This chapter is a little rushed and trust me their enemy part is not over yet. This is a decoy hoe. So be ready. I'm also incredibly sick right now so it's very hard to focus I've had like a lot of breaks typing this out so that's why it took so long. I'm sorry for that and I'm hoping I feel better tomorrow so I can write more. Thank you for your patience.

[shiraki-yurara]

On-Screen Lovers Part 2 Story Event - Jace - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird & ABC Frontier.

My Notes: Translation is for entertainment purpose only. Translation may or may not be correct. Please ignore any grammar mistakes.

One night during a busy yet fulfilling life-----

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(Phew…… I was busy today so I'm a little late.)

Rina: Hm? That is……

When I walked into the dining room on my way home from work, I found Jace-san and Sakura-san there.

Sakura: So, here's the script.

Jace: Hmm, I'll check it out.

Jace-san received a thick booklet from Sakura-san.

(I just heard it was a script…… What kind of material is that?)

I was wondering how to call out to him when Jace-san noticed me.

Jace: Welcome back, Rina-chan. Did you just get home?

Sakura: Ah, good work. I didn't even notice.

Rina: Both of you, good work.

I walked over to Jace-san, he gave me a gentle embrace and kissed me on the cheek.

Rina: Ah, Jace-san. Just now is embarrassing.

Sakura: It's true. If you're going to flirt, I hope you pick the right time and place.

Jace: Eh~? If your girlfriend appeared in front of you, wouldn't you normally do something like this?

Jace-san, with a pout on his face, put his arms around my waist, so I quickly made a suggestion.

Rina: In that case, why don't we go to your room, Jace-san? I'd like to have a long talk with you.

Jace: Oh, that's a good idea. So, Eito-san, can we call it quits now?

Sakura: That's fine. I gave you what I wanted to give you, so you can relax for today.

Jace: Okay--, good night then.

Rina: Good night, excuse us.

After bowing to Sakura-san, I left the dining room with Jace-san.

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Rina: Was what you were talking about earlier with Sakura-san about a new job or something?

Jace: Hmm? Oh, yeah. I was given a script.

Jace-san nodded as he sat down next to me on the couch.

Jace: Actually, I've been offered a lead role in a movie right now.

(A movie! Moreover, he said a lead role just now……)

Rina: That's amazing. Jace-san, this is your first time working in a movie, right?

Jace: Yeah, so I'm a little nervous.

Apparently, the movie was a romance movie about forbidden love, and Jace-san's role was that of “a spy who falls in love with a woman from a rival organization”.

Jace: I have a meeting and script reading coming up, so I need to check it before then.

I quickly flicked through the script that Jace-san gave me.

Rina: Wow…… There's a lot of action scenes, it looks exciting.

Rina: And Jace-san's character is…… how should I put it…… a wild man?

Jace: Ahaha, that's right. The so-called "Ora Ora" type.

Jace: It's quite different from my image, but I think they purposely chose me for the role.

Rina: Purposely?

As I tilted my head, Jace-san nodded slowly.

Jace: Yeah, I've been friends with the director of this movie since we started shooting music videos.

Jace: He has been telling me for a while that it would be good if I branched out more.

Jace: That was something I was thinking about too, so this talk came at a good time.

Jace-san's expression was gentle as he spoke, and his trust in the director was clear.

(It’s such a wonderful story……)

Rina: Certainly, Jace-san, you have recently been actively accepting offers that go beyond the framework of an idol.

Rina: The public's reactions also said that you have become more human and attractive……

Jace: That's right, and they said I could show more of my different sides.

Rina: After hearing about it, I am really looking forward to it.

Jace: Hehe, if Rina-chan has high expectations of me, then I'm super motivated~

Jace: It's my first role so I'm a bit nervous, but I'll see it through.

Seeing his smile made my heart warm too.

At that moment, Jace narrowed his eyes dazzlingly and-----

Rina: ? Eh…… Nnn.

Suddenly the distance between us became zero and our lips lightly touched.

As I let out a cry at the sweet sensation, Jace-san smiled slightly.

Jace: Sorry for the suddenness. But as we were talking, I felt like kissing you……

Jace: After all, it's thanks to you that the scope of my work has expanded like this, right?

Rina: Thanks to me?

Jace: Yes……, I changed after meeting you.

Jace: That's why I think I was able to be entrusted with a different job than I had been doing before.

Rina: Jace-san……

Jace: Thank you so much. I'm always grateful to you, Rina-chan.

Rina: That’s…… I'm really happy to be by your side, too.

Rina: There are days when we can't meet because of work, but I'm always happy whenever we can spend time alone together……

When I told him this in a shy tone, Jace-san groaned, as if he couldn't stand it.

Jace: ~~~, why is my girlfriend so cute?

Rina: Eh? Kyaa……

Jace-san embraced me and we collapsed onto the couch.

When I hurriedly looked up after being pushed down, a beautiful face appeared before my eyes.

Jace: ……Then let's make out as much as we want.

Rina: !

Jace: Once the filming begins, we'll have even less time to meet than we do now.

Jace: I need to feel you while I still can.

His voice was filled with sorrow as he pleaded, making my heart ache.

(I want to spend more time with Jace-san too……)

Filled with love, I stretched out my arms and wrapped them around his neck.

Jace: ! Rina-chan?

Rina: I'm happy to see you doing well, Jace-san, and I'm really looking forward to this movie.

Rina: So I will do my best to support the filming so that it goes smoothly and the movie becomes a hit.

Rina: But……, Jace-san, just like you, I'm sure I'll get lonely during the filming.

Rina: I want to touch you right now……

Jace: Rina-chan……

The conversation broke off, and our lips met again.

The kiss quickly turned into a deeper one.

Rina: Nnn, ah……

Jace: Fufu, so cute. You already looked charmed.

Rina: ……Please don’t say it.

Jace: Hmm, what should I do? I want to see you being embarrassed more.

The conversations we had in between kisses made me feel a ticklish sensation.

Just touching someone I love could make me feel so fulfilled-----

(I didn’t know this until I met Jace-san.)

Rina: I love you, Jace-san.

Jace: I love you too. I won't let you go today so prepare yourself.

Rina: Yes……

Embraced by his warm arms, I surrendered to the feeling of happiness.

[im-out-of-it]

season 1, episode 7, I present part 3

23. FUCK I KEEP FORGETTING WHERE I LEAVE OFF but anyways, alec has made a fool out of himself and I’m here for it. the funniest scene in the whole episode

24. Luke took the “you’re pack leader, you don’t need to ask for help” when it comes to clary because it doesn’t mean putting clary above your wolves each and every time especially when it means downworlder lives are at stake smh

25. Jace saying this will take all day when clary is looking at pictures of her mom. bro her mom is gone????? usually I’m not on clary’s side but that was just a rude ass remark

26. “It’s not like this is the first time alec has saved your life. I doubt it’d be the last.”-Izzy. that’s the whole premise of the books and the show

27. well, simon is on his way to becoming a vampire

28. side note- I like how Camille and Magnus have similar styles. black nail polish, eye shadow, lace clothing, moods can be similar

29. “I’ve been so focused on my mom, i haven’t realized all you’ve done for me.”- clary 🙄 all jace has done? HE HAS RISKED NOTHING. Jace could go on and kill as many people and the clave still wouldn’t care. but if Alec did the same? then it’s a problem. Alec risked everything and now it’s come to bite him in the ass. Clary is one of the most selfish characters in this show. I didn’t realize all you’ve done? oh because we break clave rules for everyone? she doesn’t understand or care about rules or any of the ramifications. she only cares if she gets what she wants

30. I still don’t see why clary has the gifts “angels” gave her. the most undeserving, selfish character who uses the angel gifts to get what she wants at any cost (I see using them for actual purposes and when it’s needed but she abused the purpose for them)

31. ew the worst kiss ever 🤢 I won’t torture y’all and attach a gif. I actually care about y’all 🥹

32. side note- the straight characters can kiss for hours on end or pages worth but when it’s a gay couple, it’s like a second or half a page. not saying I need them to make out for 20 minutes or so, but it’s something I constantly see in media 🙄 straight characters always gets more screen time but at least here, Malec gets a better developed story

33. “I want this institute on high alert, clary only matters” -jace. bro you can’t just force the institute to look for her. you aren’t in charge of it and thank the devil for that

34.I just want to talk about Alec for a second. everything he’s been dealing with I’m assuming in the last few days- feelings about jace, jace not choosing him, family duty, family honor, meeting Magnus, trying to decide if he can be happy, gay, and a shadowhunter all in one, being a shadowhunter, covering up for a girl he doesn’t like, taking all the heat, watching the guy he supposedly loves (I’m not here for Alec and jace stuff) catch feelings for the girl who keeps ducking up his life, and now has to watch that guy make out with that girl who is making shit worse for his family HAS TO FUCKING HURT

35. and Izzy knowing how Alec feels 😭

36. I’m just so sad for Alec. I don’t want him with Jace but it hurts my heart to see Alec sad over this worthless dick. he deserved so many apologies and amends from season one. ALEC WENT THROUGH IT

37. Izzy stealing the spotlight one pair of heels at a time (this happens in the next episode but whatever, Izzy slays)

38. now let me go cry for Alec 🥹 ITS OK HE WILL BE HAPPY SOON

39. well Simon is dead now so clary is going to care until he’s dead. vampire Simon coming soon 🫶🏼 I mean, raphael did warn him but this can 100% be blamed on clary. and I can’t wait for Simon to go off on her about this lmao CLARY CHOSE FOR SIMON

thank y’all for attending our Alec deserved better meeting and whatever name we used before. 39 (I think) was the number today 🥲 let’s see what we get for our next one, and thank you to anyone who is here and reading the dumb shit I post, love y’all

[marvelita85]

The gift was overwelming.. it was true your uncle was your first choise... your only one but the animocity between your mothers made it almost imposible for you to talk with your mother in favour of her own brother

You grab the box and walked around the corridora of the home which seen you grow up together and be best friends of a time and then everything was different but her heart never changed

- hi.... - you found him in the library and rise his face from the book looking at you

- hi... y/n...I didnt expected to see you today...

- I come to thank you for your gift...- you put the box beside the book he left on the table...- Although very generous of you uncle I can't accept it

-why not?...- he rise from his chair trying to get closer to you...

- you shouldnt ask that question after your espectacle at dinner yesterday night...- he tried to talk but you raised your hand signaling you havent finished - you called my brothers bastards yesterday and that is something I cant allowed for whoever become my husband, your part of the family is a priority for you Aemond... well mine is for me and I chose Jace and Luke and Joffrey over you or anyone else...

- it wasnt intended that way...I just said they were strong boys what is wrong with that

- everything when your own mother and grandfather has been spreading vile rumors about Ser Harwin Strong and my mother... you even insulted my mother your own sister how can I chose you as my intended when you hold no love for the people I love...

- you think I have no motive to feel nothing but hate for the person responsable for this - he took his eyepatch showing you a beautiful sapphire in place of his left eye...

- I'm so sorry for your eye Aemond I really am... my brother should have been punished that night but he was just a kid

- I was too...

- yes... we all were...- you turn around and left the library leaving an enraged Aemond... he felt rejected again for the last person who expected and that was you

He got out of the library walking in a different direction he saw you turn the corner... his primary goal was to find his mother who was with Rhaenyra, aparently their relationship was mending

- oh Aemond... - Alicent saw her son looking at Rhaenyra...

- I better go to find the children..

- I need to talk with both of you..- he finally said and Rhaenyra looked at her half brother and then to Alicent

You found your brothers who were playing with Helaena's children and you smile sitting beside your aunt - children...- you said refering to Jace and Luke who were playing as kids would do...

- my brother sometimes plays like that with the twins...ans soon he will with your own...- you turn looking at her... your aunt sometime talkes in riddles it was something you never understood but it was somethinf that didnt bother you either

- princess I'm sorry your mother and the queen are requesting your presence in the parlor...

The first one you saw was your mother talking with the queen as you entered the parlor you saw Aemond beside his mother who rised at the look of you

- what is going on?

- y/n darling... come sit down with us... you turn to your mother and sit beside her...

- y/n I learn that Aemond gave you a gift and you refuse it

- you are for real involved the queen and my mother in this...

- y/n!! - Rhaenyra exclaimed

- is true... is because I say no to you favoring my brothers you have to run to your mother ans mine to see if you can win either way

- is not that at all and you know it... you have always been the one I've chosen to be my wife... when your mother anounced you were going to started looking for suitors I wanted to put myself there is not about winning

- then what is it?

- I love you...- the gasp around the table as Alicent and Rhaenyra were still there listening - I've always loved you... and I dont want you to leave ever again not to Dragonstone or anyother place with anyone else... I want to be your husband and you my wife because I can't bare the thought of you leaving again - your eyes soften conciderably as Alicent hold her breath... Rhaenyra still had her doubts to give her only daughter to the greens but she couldn't deny her brother being sincere woth his feelings... - you don't need to say it back.. just don't leave me again

- Aem....- you couldn't even talk... and he got the gift out of one poket opening it up

- with our mothers as witnesses please accept this gift... - accept me you almost heard he really said

- your marriage signified the union of our family... and I believe is due time for that... I refused that posibility once... now things could be so different..

- is alright... our children can be very happy but is still y/n choise...- you looked at your mother, the queen and then to Aemond and you smile holding your hand to him, Aemond had a playfull smirk in his lips taking the ring and place it in your finger

- congratulations to both of you! - you grab into his hand and Aemond smile the first real one you've seen and you realise there was no other choise for you than him

[happilyhertale]

Long Last Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 6

Summary: You are finally engaged to Aemond Targaryen. As the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra, you will now live in King's Landing and no longer on Dragonstone. Your marriage to Aemond is imminent, as is your life together. The relationship between Aemond and your family has never been particularly easy, but the future will show whether your love will withstand this and subsequent tensions.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: In some parts Smut (uncle/niece) as well as violence

Author’s note: Hey you (:

This is the follow-up story to "Long Lost Love".

The story starts just before the wedding of Aemond and y/n and goes over the events of the first season hotd. However, the events are not quite similar to those in the series. English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (: Word count: 3.3k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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You enjoy Aemond letting his fingers wander over your tired legs. But after a while a servant appears at your door and informs you that your presence is now desired in the small hall. You sigh and Aemond helps you up from the sofa.

"You know we can stay in our chambers".

You shake your head, "No. I see my family so rarely. At least one dinner I want to enjoy with them."

Aemond nods at you as he puts his arm around your waist.

"And that means you have to behave," you grin at him.

"I think I've done quite well so far," he winks almost unobtrusively as he leads you out of your chambers. Slowly Aemond walks with you into the small hall. You walk more slowly than usual and Aemond does his best to adapt to your pace. You also find it difficult to breathe in a relaxed manner, which manifests itself in a few heavy breaths. At some point Aemond looks at you with a grin, "If you want me to carry you, you'll give me a sign, right?"

You look at him and don't dignify that with a response. Instead, he gets your elbow in his side again. "Ouch, one day my ribs will be all blue."

"Perhaps that should be a sign for you not to annoy me so much."

He chuckles lightly.

You arrive at the hall and thanks to your speed, the rest of your families are already gathered.

Aemond leads you to one end of the table where your family is standing. He greets your family and nods to them. He gently kisses the inside of your wrist before walking to the other end of the table and joining Aegon. Aegon, of course, is already busily emptying his wine cup. But you don't care about that today. Tonight you don't want to bother with Aegon, because you finally see your family again and have a chance to talk to them. Your mother hugs you warmly, as far as your belly will allow, and doesn't want to let you go. But your father gently pushes her aside and takes you into his arms. You could enjoy this for hours. Being safe in your father's arms. And today you feel like you need it. First the accusations by Vaemond, then the loss of his head and now a dinner with your family. And when the whole family is gathered, it rarely ends peacefully.

"If you don't want Aemond to be the father of your children, we can always deny it. We simply say that the baby's hair and eye colour is inherited from you."

You look up indignantly and hit your father when Jace adds, " I will also teach him sword fighting!"

Your gaze now wanders to him, "Him? Sorry, but perhaps it'll be a girl?"

He shrugs, "Well she has to know how to fight as well."

You laugh out, "And Aemond will teach her that, or him!"

"I'd still be there for that too," your father interjects again.

You give him an annoyed look as he puts his arm around you again and lightly kisses your head.

Your conversation is interrupted when your grandfather enters the hall. He walks weakened, the guard at his side but he smiles at you as he slowly passes you. His gaze looks more alert somehow. He still looks weakened, but it seems as if he really sees you now. He stops for a moment as he stands next to you, Y/n.... You are with child...?"

You nod happily, "Yes, your Grace."

He smiles and breathes heavily, "How long have you been with child?"

"Well according to the Maesters it won't be long now and we'll have another child running around here."

His smile widens, "And... And Aemond is the father?"

When his name comes up, Aemond interrupts his conversation with Aegon and looks over at you. Out of the corner of your eye you see his gaze fall on you.

"Of course Aemond is the father," you smile softly.

Your grandsire nods, "I'm missing too much..." he mutters. You gently stroke his arm and he places his free hand on yours.

"Well then, let's dine and drink and enjoy the evening" Slowly he continues on his way and walks towards his seat. You look at your father and see the worry on his face. When he notices you looking at him, he smiles at you, but his smile does not reach his eyes.

You walk over to Aemond and he holds out his hand to you. You accept it gratefully and he leads you to your seats at the end of the table. He helps you to sit down and sits next to you, to your left. To Amond's left sit his grandsire Otto as well as his mother Alicent. To your right sits Helaena and next to her follows Aegon. Across from you at the other end of the table sits Luke with Rhaena. To Luke's left sit Baela and Jace. Opposite them sit your parents. You don't think it's ideal that Luke is sitting right in Aemon's line of sight. But you are certainly not going to bring that up. You want to enjoy tonight and don't want to create unnecessary tension.

All eyes are on your grandsire, who sits between Alicent and Rhaenyra, until he speaks up, "How good it is.... to see you all tonight... together."

Alicent suggests a prayer before dinner. And so you pray briefly.

When Alicent mentions Vaemond, you briefly open your eyes. You can't quite believe that Alicent mentions Vaemon in her prayer. Vaemond has been wildly throwing accusations around, someone had to intervene, but Alicent is surely just trying to do the right thing. Your father catches your eye, staring angrily at the ceiling. You have to suppress a giggle as he shakes his head also. His eyes fall on you and he smiles at you.

Your grandsire speaks up again, "This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strenghtening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes... and their betrothed."

Your father calls out almost pleasingly, "Hear, hear!"

You see Aegon lean over to Jace, and suspect no good as you notice how annoyed Jace puts down his cup of wine.

"Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys.... the future Lord of the Tides," your grandsire chimes in again.

This time it is your mother who answers with a "Hear, hear". Luke smiles sheepishly.

You notice Aemond staring over at Luke and you take his hand. He lets his gaze slide over to you, he smiles. "You wanted to behave," you whisper.

He grins and nods briefly.

Suddenly your grandsire rises and your eyes go to him. He breathes heavily and stands up.

As he stands, he takes the floor again, "It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the tables. The faces most dear to me in all the world... yet grown so distant from each other..."

Aemond takes your hand, which is lying on the table. As you look to him, his gaze goes directly in Luke's direction. You shake your head briefly, not wanting to be drawn into the squabbles between them tonight, and look at your grandsire.

"...in the years past. But tonight... I wish you to see me... as I am. Not just as a king... but your father. Your brother. Your husband... and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems... walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains devided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown... then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly."

Aemond grips your hand tighter as your mother rises. You look at her, "I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen."

Your eyes fall on Alicent, she pauses in her motion to help your grandsire sit down, and looks to your mother, "I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood... more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with... unfailing devotion, love, and honour. And for that, she has my gratitude... and my apology."

A brief silence follows as Alicent replies to her, "Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess."

You see your father lean over and watch her closely.

"We are both mothers... and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow."

Your mother smiles briefly at her as Alicent stands up and raises her cup, "I raise my cup to you and to your house. You will make a fine queen."

As Alicent sits back down, you see your mother smile quietly down at her belly.

Light conversation begins to fill the room. You are eating a little when you notice Aegon getting up and walking over to Baela. You are quite annoyed with him today.

But you also notice that Aemond is somehow unrelaxed, you look at him worriedly, "Is everything alright?"

He looks at you and smiles, "Of course, my Love," he gently kisses your hand.

Like the others at the table you talk a little, as you do you keep putting your hand on your belly, the baby is still really restless. You exhale stressed and Aemond looks at you worriedly, "Is everything alright with you then?"

You try to smile, "Of course."

He leans forward and lets his lips slide gently onto yours for an almost passionate kiss.

Your gaze falls on Jace, Aemond's face still close to yours, when Jace suddenly slams his fists on the table and stands up. He raises his hand briefly and wants to make a speech. Your father looks quite amused, but you don't find it amusing at all.

When Aemond suddenly stands up too. You look at him, startled, but he and Jace simply stare into each other's eyes.

You grab Aemond's arm, "Aemond..." you whisper, but his gaze wanders back and forth between Jace and Aegon, who is just sitting down again. Jace playfully slams his fist against Aegon's shoulder, then takes a deep breath and raises his cup of wine, "To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other since Aemond's and y/n wedding.... But I have fond memories of our shared youth..."

Aemond is still standing next to you, your hand remains on his arm and Aegon looks slightly bored.

"...And as men and because Aemond is now married to my beloved sister and they are expecting their first child, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncles," Jace raises his cup and smiles at you. You look at him warningly. Again he playfully slams Aegon's shoulder and sits down. Aegon replies, "To you as well."

Aemond is still standing and you address him again, "Aemond. Please sit down..."

He looks at you for a moment and then sighs and sits down. He smiles briefly at you.

Helaena murmurs something beside you, but you are distracted because your grandsire speaks up again, "Well done my boy." You try to smile, but this whole situation seems awkward. And when suddenly Helaena stands up, you are a little speechless. What is going on here today. You begin to doubt that it will be a quiet, relaxed dinner.

"I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They'll be married soon. It isn't so bad. Mostly he ignores you..."

Aegon must be uncomfortable too, he sighs loudly and rubs his hands together.

"...except sometimes when he's drunk."

Oh yes... that was the information you were waiting for. You would very much like to drink wine now.

Helaena laughs briefly and when you thought it was over, she turns to you, "Except Jace and Luke are as affectionate as Aemond! He is always very caring with y/n"

She smiles at you and Aegon rolls his eyes.

As she sits back down, you smile at her and squeeze her hand lightly.

You hear Otto talking to her and a "good" comes from his lips. Your grandsire asks for music and the musicians in the corner begin to play softly.

As Jace stands up again, you groan softly, expecting trouble. Aemond looks at you, but you just shake your head. When all of a sudden you see Jace come over to you and stop in front of Helaena. Jace asks Helaena to dance. That makes you a little happy. Helaena deserves to dance with a nice, funny man at a dinner party and not sit by Aegon's side all the time. You smile. That calms you down a bit.

But still, the evening is exhausting for you. The hall is filled with quiet conversation and laughter again, but you can hardly enjoy it. Your lower back aches like the seven hells. If your family were not here, you would already be sitting in your beloved bathtub. Aemond would certainly be sitting in the bath with you. Pressed close to you, he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear from behind, while you let your head fall back against his shoulder and he gently caresses your belly. But you're sitting here having dinner. You're happy that your family is here, but it's getting more uncomfortable by the second. On top of that, the baby kicks hard again. Aemond hears you gasp.

"May I please take you to our chambers? I will also make sure that a warm bath awaits us," he looks at you almost pleadingly.

You have to smile briefly because of your previous thoughts, but you want to stay, "No... I would like to stay. It's really nothing, he's just kicking".

He smiles at you, "Maybe she's just upset because the whole family is gathered.... After all, that's always a stress factor" You hit him lightly.

He takes your hand and kisses it gently. You stroke his cheek with your other hand, "You're lucky you're so sweet. Otherwise I'd hit you even harder".

He laughs up and kisses your lips this time.

The servants start carrying in various dishes, but your attention is drawn to your grandsire as he groans repeatedly. He slumps in his chair and seems to be in great pain. Alicent calls the guards over and asks them to take your grandsire to his chambers. You look worried and Aemond gently puts his hand on your thigh and strokes you gently.

When suddenly a suckling pig is brought in and placed right in front of you.

Barely audibly, you notice Luke starting to giggle, and as you look up, you see Luke's challenging gaze go in Aemond's direction. But before you can say anything to Luke, Aemond's fist hits the table. You flinch and Aemond stands up and raises his cup for another toast. The music stops and everyone looks at Aemond. Now you are really nervous and almost certain that it won't end well.

"Please Aemond... sit down again," you urge him, still startled. Alicent also looks at him, horrified.

Aemond looks briefly in your direction and smiles before looking back in Luke's direction, cup still raised, "Final Tribute."

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Jace turning to Aemond. His gaze briefly moves to Jace, "To the health of my nephews, Jace..."

"...and Luke. Each of them handsome, wise.... strong."

"Aemond!" you hiss. Now you are on the verge of your first outburst of anger, which is not unjustified.

"Come! Let us drain our cups to these two Strong Boys"

Aegon, of course, ready for a battle and immediately on Aemond's side, eagerly raises his cup and looks expectantly into the round. You would love to knock the cup out of his hand.

As you turn your attention back to Aemond, "Aemond enough!" you almost shout.

"I dare you to say that again," Jace suddenly interjects.

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment."

As Aemond suddenly walks around the table, you stand up too, a hand resting on your belly. The baby doesn't seem pleased either.

"Aemond, what are you doing?" you clutch at his arm. But he is so angry that he doesn't notice how hard you are breathing and claws at his arm.

"I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, my Love. Mh... though it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs."

He pulls away from your arm as Jace suddenly approaches him menacingly. You stand next to Aemond, "Jace, please stop."

As Jace lunges at Aemond, you scream "No!" and reflexively push Aemond aside. Aemond did not expect a shove from you, he staggers a step to the side. Still, he grabs your arm and tries to pull you aside to prevent you from taking the hit, but Jace hits you hard on the shoulder. You lose your balance, stumble backwards and land on the floor. You groan loudly and hold your belly. Your mother cries out. Aemond sees you lying on the floor, breathing heavily and holding your belly. He can't help it, anger grips him.

He grabs Jace by the collar and aggressively pushes him across the room. He pushes him against the opposite wall and lifts him up by the collar so that Jace's feet leave the floor and dangle in the air. Alicent is the first at your side, she carefully helps you up, "Y/n are you all right??"

You nod and hold your belly. Your father is now at your side, closely followed by your mother, making sure you are okay.

In the distance you hear Aemond screaming, "I will kill you!!! Lay a hand on my wife!!! She is heavily with child!!!"

Jace just retorts, gasping, "I was going to hit you, you imbecile! I would never hurt her!!!"

Daemon strides away from you, over to Aemond and Jace. "Okay, there will be no more deaths here today", and he tries to pull Aemond away from Jace.

With great effort, he manages to pry Aemond off Jace as the guards hold Jace back.

You see Aemond trying to free himself from your father's arms when suddenly a sharp pain runs through your abdomen. It is stronger than anything you have ever felt. Your breath catches in your throat and you slump down. Alicent and Rhaenyra are quickly at your side, holding you. But then the pain is followed by a snap in your lower abdomen. Suddenly you feel that your legs are wet and you are standing in a puddle, and you are sure that you have not peed yourself.

"Aemond...", you whisper shocked. But you don't get any reaction from him. Alicent and your mother just look at you in shock.

You try again, "Aemond..." a little louder, but not loud enough. Aemond doesn't hear you. You look up and see your father still struggling to keep Aemond away from Jace. He and Jace are still busy insulting each other.

When a loud "AEMOND!!!" fills the hall. A long yell follows his name as you sink to your knees. Alicent and Rhaenyra go down with you and hold you.

Aemond looks at you, startled. He tears himself away from Daemon and is immediately at your side, "My Love, My Love! What's wrong???"

Alicent calms him down, "The baby is coming Aemond. We need to get her into a bed!"

Aemond nods.

He turns back to you, "My Love, can you walk? Do you want me to carry you??"

You shake your head slightly, "No.... No... I can do that, I just want to lie down."

He nods again and helps you up. You whisper another, "Aemond... don't leave me..." as he puts his arm tighter around your waist and carefully leads you out of the hall. Alicent, meanwhile, asks the servants to inform the maesters and midwives that the baby is coming and to prepare everything for the birth.

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[misguidedasgardian]

hello! hope your day was well and the watching of the season finale was fun.

here is my rant for this episode lol. i always look forward to your commentary!!

> to start: not jace acting as if ulf and hugh were just regular everyday bastards like no bud, they are targaryen bastards (or at least i think ulf is, hugh confirmed he is). like had their moms been married and had them, they'd have a high claim than both him and his mom. and the projecting is crazy, like baela said, get it together and stand by your mom bro, you have uno jobs.

> daemon is literally a crazy man, like crazier than me on a normal everyday average day.

> also, if we went based on how the succession should've gone, plenty of people have a high claim to the throne like rhaenyra did (baela/rhaena through rhaenys). like many people have the means to challenge her, they just dont have the energy (thanks jaehaerys for not liking women??)

> aemond i swear is a woman beater. like if he is willing to lay a hand upon his sister...imagine if he had a wife and the way he talks down to his mom and helaena is oooo, i'd have him smacked silly. like im so glad alicent interceded for helaena because ... he just lost his damn mind.

> alicent is lowkey wishing she had to put up with aegon at this point (everyone is wishing the same lol)

> gwayne clocking cole was gold and criston cole's smartest line by far was something along the lines of: "perhaps all men are corrupt and perhaps honor blows away like mist in the morning." it kind of goes hand in hand with the quote from game of thrones that's something like "there's a beast in every man and he stirs when a sword is put in his face."

> didn't know we were wrestling in mud today and Tyland is as confused as me every episode.

> the acting kills me every time like no offense because i know i couldn't do better, but like the first episode of game of thrones had better acting like its good in this show but not the best like i swear sometimes they talk like robots or like theyre explaining the plot to us (which alicent did for no reason towards the end like just be evil to be evil. women can be evil too they don't always have to be kind and submissive.)

> these characters have become so unlikeable that i have to dig deep to find ones i like.

> ulf has no table manners and not everyone mentioning they aren't of noble birth but like technically, they are like they're as much royal as jace the only difference is his mom kept him and his grandfather allowed it so he should count his blessings.

> alys is carrying and she makes daemon more likeable and i rather watch them and their friendship than daemon and rhaenyra's weird codependency daddy issue relationship (they are making me hate targcest. matter of fact, all the targayens are making me hate everything about them.)

> helaena gets my cheers because she told aemond who was boss and stuck it to him and proved she has a voice and just chooses when to use it. like im betting she wishes aegon was better because at least he was moldable unlike aemond like you could manipulate aegon to do what you wanted. aemond is a lose cannon that needs to be put out.

> corlys without rhaenys is making me ill because he doesnt care that he abandoned his kids, alyn and addam to start a whole new family and left them to fend for themselves as kids like finish what you started. im sick of seeing bastards left and right and watching their families move on without them like finish what yous started if you can!!

> rhaena's safari quest is like watching an ad for something like if i see her quest again, i might cry.

> season 2= story with no plot

sorry for the essay friend, i feel bad every time you respond to it because its so long, but hey, its the last episode so the rants can become shorter now and less time consuming!!

p.s> otto being locked in a tower when everyone is trying to reach him is so funny.

It's fine, I feel like we all got so much to say, we are so confused, angry, sad, Idk what I'm feeling anymore

>You know what? I'm with Jace on this. Rhaenyra said it herself "they think we are closer to gods than to men, but they say that because of our dragons, without them we are like everyone else", then let's go to Jace, who realises he is a bastards on a very early age, think about the fact that the only way to comfort him, is Rhaenyra assuring him that "you are a Targaryen, that's all that matters", and the only "legitimization" he had was his blood, the fact that he (a bastard) could ride Dragons THAT ONE WAS HATCHED TO HIM ON HIS CRIB, then a war breaks out because of the usurpation, which one of its many "justifications", is that Rhenyra "has no true heirs", and his bastarcy had been called out MANY TIMES BY MANY IMPORTANT PEOPLE, and then.... AND THEN HE SEES THIS "COLLECTION" of bastards like him who can also ride dragons? So yeah, I'd be bitter too, and super insecure, because bastards get KILLED in this world, but I also see your point, but the fact that two of them had the white hair that he does not? dang

>Daemon... yesh, whatever makes you sleep at night dude, like, if you needed an Ayahuasca trip to come to the realisation that you need to support your wife... go for it my dude jejeje,whatever ticklled your fancy JAJAJA

>Yeah but that fizzles because of Viserys was made king... so... no point on resurfacing Rhaenys' claim

>I said it before... they DESTROYED their character, I thought his family was going to be what makes him a great villain, an antagonist even, I DO IT FOR MY FAMILY FOR MY MOTHER WHO DEFENDED ME AND MY SISTER WHO IS AN INNOCENT, why couldn't they keep that in? like in S1E9? it makes it much more attractive, and powerful AND LIKEABLE. I LIKED HIM IN SEASON ONE! i found him such an interesting character! where that was left, idk.

>Alicent is just... incoherent, madder then tripping Daemon

>I found that scene useless and boring, and??? like... why? why there? it was like, they filmed it, they made Criston say some "good" lines (?) and then they didn't know where to put the scene so they just threw it somewhere not to waste it? Why he is recriminating him about fucking his sister (IN FRONT OF EVERYONE? DUMB C*NT) NOW? now after like four chapters since we know him? (and he found out) no sense

>Like I said, they cut out two chapters, so m guess is that it was part of something THAT MADE MORE FUCKING SENSE? hahaha I found it weirdly likeable (more at the end)

>I have nothing to say about the actors actually, they are fine to watch I guess, they are victims on this

>They have nobody sacred, they destroyed Alicent, BUTCHERED Aemond, (because despite what TG has to say... TEAM GREENS ARE THE VILLAINS DUDE (in the books), and they manage in season one to actually have fans that are TG!!! and people who enjoyed their characters!!! I could get behind cult Alicent, because she had nothing else so she turned to the gods, so, I guess that's fine BUT ITS NOT FINE BECAUSE IT WAS FOR NOTHING???

They made TB boring and indecisive, butchering them too?? BORING, IDK, if I was Rhaenyra, Alicent would have been DEAD to me the second I realized what happened... specially after she tortured me, diminished me, bullied me, and put my BABIES in risk for all those years... BUT SHE IS WORTH A LIFE-RISKING TRIP FOR? the septa scene was just straight out of a PARODY (calling it fanfiction is an insult to us) and jsut not speak about this last encounter (GO NYRA, MOCK HER, SCOFF AT HER), but what the writters did to them both, is a crime punished by the gods

>Ulf, I don't even want to talk about that clown, I hate him, but Nyra c'mon, what did you expect?

>I have little thoughts about Alys... I really thought they were going to take her character in a complete different direction, Idk how to feel about her, I like that she could be like a "grey" character, like a Loki of some sorts, like "the end justifies the means", yes I'm going to mentally torture you for weeks, only to make you come to the realisation that you must protect and fight for your wife, like, thanks I guess? jejejeje I'm intrigued of what are they going to do with Aemond and Alys... those trips are going to be... DIABOLICAL hahahaha

>Yes I agree, if they had placed ONE scene with Helaena visiting Aegon... she would have been my top three favorite characters in the season, definitely, what Phia has done with her character (WITH SO LITTLE) makes her worthy of a FUCKING OSCAR, and GRRM said it himself, she is one of the characters who he liked more portrayed then in his own writting so, yeah, PUT HIM ON HIS PLACEEEEE, she was like "fuck around and find outttt" hahah

>Yeah, I thought Corlys was going to pull trough this as a decent man, but what he had done and will do? motherfucker, that's all I have to say, you did not deserve Rhaenys, nor those kids, and his house will collapse in front of hiseyes. (I hope they give Addam the place of his brother in the story taking the lead on House Velaryon) Corlys (like Otto) deserve everything that's coming their way, I wrote it on HOTW, he and Otto sank their teeth into a Targaryen of their choice, and they ripped them apart.

>Yeah, Daemon in Harrenhal all over again, It doesn't help that I don't like her at all, look, I'm not the prettiest doll in the store, but I don't like to "watch her", and thinking about what will happen in the Essos crossing, adding to the fact that she will claim a dragon, infuriates me and hasn't even happened yet, she is behaving like a spoiled brat and just... she bores me, Daemon I get it... (FOR SOCIAL REASONS I'M KIDDING), Baela is hanging by a thread, they must give her something to do besides having scenes with Jace. I enjoyed her scene in moondancer, but like the Rhaenys' scene... was for shock value, and not that important to the plot...

>This was all over the place, I just keep writing and writing this and something else always comes up

You know what? i was so fucking angry, about to go to bed angry, and this actually helped me to "put my idead in order", I really hope you can read this noonie! really, I was all over the place, and this somehow soothed me.

HAHAHA Otto! where is he? can't imagine where... he said he was going to the Tyrells? so I don't know who he could have crossed on his way there since they send Tyland to Essos (in the leaks they say it was gonna be him dealing with the triarchy). I enjoyed that part, they gave the triarchy faces, and that gives them a depth that... I weirdly liked.

MUAHAHA

[bitchyfoxymama]

Survive - HOTD Zombie Apocalypse AU - Reader X HOTD

Warnings: death, destruction, zombies, character death, animal death, horror

A/n: I love this AU so much it came to me last night and I just wrote. If you want a second part please let me know ok ✅

@valeskafics here’s the first part :D

Part 2

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It was a normal Thursday morning in Westeros. I was in my calculus class at Kings Landing university when everyone's phones started going off.

“What's going on?” I ask the professor.

“They say people are getting sick, like really sick and they’re telling people to stay indoors,” Jason Lannister says while running a hand through his hair.

“Class dismissed,” our professor tells us. We all calmly walk out of the classroom. Once I make it to the parking lot I sprint to my car and drive home.

When I make it back to my shared apartment I immediately start calling my parents. They pick up on the second ring.

“Oh thank god, are you guys ok?” I ask while checking all the cupboards since I may be here for a while.

“Yes sweetheart, we’re fine. We're gonna head up to your grandfather's cabin in winterfell until all this blows over, if you can we would like you to meet us there. We love you!”

“I love you too, I'll try and meet you there but no promises, who knows this could blow over in a couple of days,” I say while smiling to myself “I love you both, I'll see you soon”.

“We love you both too,” she says as she ends the call.

When our conversation is done I go looking for supplies, thank god me and Heleana are always going to the store and buying things in bulk. Seems we will be able to last a month or two with our stock of food and water. I hear the key turn the lock and look to see Heleana and I notice she's got her boyfriend and my cousin Cregan Stark with her.

“Have you seen the news yet?” I ask just as they come in giggly.

“Huh?” Heleana oblivious to what’s happening asks with a smile on her face but the smile drops once she sees the worry on my face, “No, Cregan and I were just driving around campus, why what’s going on?”

Instead of answering I turn the tv on, “If you are just joining us, we have been advised to inform all of king's landing to stay indoors, a possible virus has been discovered, it is a fast acting virus, symptoms show a mere 8 hours after initial infection and death comes after 4 days. We advise all residents to stay inside. May the seven watch over us all, gods bless”

“I have to call my family,” Heleana says while walking to her bedroom, Cregan following shortly after, mumbling the same.

I fall down to the couch, putting my head into my hands, just breathe Y/n just breathe.

Heleana exits her room, shaken and it seems she’s been crying.

“I just got off the phone with my, with my mom. M-my dads sick, they think he got the virus they are talking about, they’re gonna stay with him in the city, um but since my brothers and cousins haven’t been home they want them to stay with us,” she says sniffling, “Only if that is ok with you? I-it should only be for a few days until the government says it’s ok”.

“Hel, we’ve been friends since childhood, I don’t mind taking in your siblings and cousins,” I say pulling her into a hug, “we have more than enough food and water to last us, plus my parents are at the cabin,” I say looking at Cregan, “If worse comes to worse, which I’m sure it won’t, we can always take do the drive up to winterfell, there will be more supplies, water and weapons”.

When I pull out of the hug there is a knock at the door making all of us jump.

Heleana opens the door, eight people standing in the doorway with their luggage, we rush them all inside, hugs ensued, tears.

“You guys will be safe here, now I suggest we barricade the doors, you never know, quarantines make people a little crazy” I say while moving the coffee table in front of the door. Aegon and Aemond begin to help me move the furniture as Jace consoles his siblings.

And now we wait.

Quarantine day 5: it’s been 5 days since we’ve been in quarantine here in our apartment, classes have been canceled indefinitely and we currently entertain ourselves with bored games and Mario kart. We try to distract Joffrey and Daeron from what’s going on, they currently just think we’re having a huge sleepover with their family. Gotta keep them innocent. We’re keeping in contact with our families.

“I-I see, ok, I love you mom, please stay safe, tell Nyra and Daemon the kids are safe too, I’ll call you tomorrow,” Hel says from the kitchen, she makes eye contact with me as Cregan rushes to her, I tell Baela to take Joffrey and Daeron to the bedroom.

“Mom says dad died, and that Criston and Daemon are also showing symptoms,” the tears begin to fall again, her two brothers rushing to hug her as well. I can’t help but feel my own beginning to fall as well as I rush to hug Jace, Luke and Rhaena.

“It'll be ok, your father is strong, he will fight this and beat it,” you say to the two teens, kissing their foreheads. I give Jace a knowing look. At Least none of us are sick, we are all safe.

Quarantine day 9: more tears have been shed, we have lost Daemon and Criston, but Alicent and Rhaenyra still remain healthy and safe as well, they want to keep everyone here longer, just until this all blows over but at this point that doesn’t seem like it will. We keep the radio running to hear updates throughout the night, but in the mornings we watch the news.

“Good morning, if you are just joining us, we have gotten word from the CDC, they are working diligently on a vaccine for the new virus titled the Z virus, when we know more we will be able to update you as we get more updates”

“Holy shit, did you hear that! We might get to go home soon!” Aegon cheers, “Look as much as I loved spending quality time with you guys, I’m ready to get back out there,” he says, stretching his arms above his head.

“We’ll get to see mom again,” Luke tells Joffrey. Looks like things are beginning to look up, the light at the end of the tunnel, or so we thought.

Quarantine week 3: The day shit hit the fan.

It was a normal day as normal as it could be, we had the younger kids eating breakfast while us adults would watch the news for updates, texting parents who were left, my mom had died a week before along with Cregan's sister and father, we both wanted to shut down but we knew we had to be strong for the others. I was by the window watching the clouds move when something or rather someone caught my eye. It looked to be crouching upon a dead animal.

“Hey Aemond, come here,” I usher him over to my spot, “You see that shit right? Is he eating the dog?” You whispered the last part as to not let the kids or Heleana hear.

“Yes, it does appear to be that way, what the fuck is going on?” He replies, placing a hand on my shoulder and peering out.

Soon enough our question is answered, when the guy eating the dog seems to find a lone person wandering around breaking into cars. He attacks the thief with stealth and agility, biting into his neck, blood gushing out of his neck like old faithful.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” my yell startles everyone causing Aemond to pull me away and close the curtains.

I find the nearest trash can and release my breakfast, Jace holds my hair for me, rubbing my back to calm me.

“Aegon, turn the volume up a bit” Cregan says while going to stand by Heleana.

Breaking: the Z virus has evolved to move across the bottom of the screen. The news anchor seems desperate and worried.

“Hello, it has been made apparent that the virus now known as Virus Z has evolved. We are getting reports from across the country as well as the world that those infected and killed by the virus are now beginning to rise. The CDC is still working towards a vaccine and cure. Stay inside, board up your homes and windows. May the seven bless us all-“ the tv dies out, the lights in the apartment also go out.

“You’ve got to be kidding right? Like this can’t be real life right? What type of the walking dead is this shit” Aegon questions while pulling at his hair, “We are in a movie or or a dream, I’ll wake up and none of this will be real, yeah this is all a dre-“ I cut Aegon’s little rant off with a slap to his face. Everyone is shocked but Aegon softly thanks me.

“Listen, shit has officially hit the fan, we need to get our shit and get out of the city and head up to my family’s cabin. It’s about a 3 day drive, but we need to leave now, Aemond you brought a car as well as Jace right?” I watch as the boys shake their heads, “Alright, text your folks that were coming to get them, before the phone lines go dead. We can all get to the cabin, we will be safe, there’s food, water and animals for hunting. I’ll be right back,”

When I return I’ve armed myself with the nines, a backpack for supplies, a bat with nails, a shotgun and a pistol to the surprise of everyone but Heleana and Cregan.

“Since when did you become a badass Y/n?” Jace says as he watches me go to the kitchen and grab a chef's knife and the broom, snapping off the bottom and grabbing duct tape.

“Since the world went to shit in a matter of weeks, plus me and Cregan grew up in Winterfell during holidays we were taught how to hunt and use guns, I need you guys to grab your bags and pack them with supplies from our apartment, don’t pack the switch or board games, just a few changes in underwear and food” I say all while taping the knife to the broom handle, “Anymore questions?”

“yeah?” Luke and Baela say at the same time, “When can we have a gun?”

I smile at them, “When we make it to the cabin, I’ll show you how to use one, now me and Cregan are gonna make sure our floor is clear, we don’t need anyone dying today,” I hand him the pistol and keep the shotgun, I start to move the furniture from the door. I give Aemond the shotgun and Jace the spear. “If anything happens to us, you are in charge, you get to the cabin and stay safe” I tell Aemond as he leans his forehead against mine, eyes closed.

“I promise, but you are gonna be fine, we’ll be fine”

“Alright Cregan come on,” I say as I step out first checking both sides, and moving further into the hall. Seems we’re the only ones left on the floor, this is either good news or bad. I step the apartment to our left just as Cregan steps out, I nod towards the apartment in front of me, he shakes his head agreeing with me and I place my hand on the door knob. It opens, we slowly step inside guns and bat up in case we need to defend ourselves. It looks as though it hasn’t been touched in weeks, cabinets lay closed.

“I’m going to check the rest of the apartment, can you fill the bag up with food, medicine as well as anything useful?” I say as I slip it off and head to the back rooms, each one empty and clearly the family had left in a hurry. As I’m passing by the bathroom once more a zombie falls out on top of me. I begin to struggle against the body weight, I use the bat as a guard blocking its face and hands from me, I turn my face as spit falls from its mouth.

“Cregan! Help!” I scream. I hear his running feet.

“Close your mouth and eyes!” I hear from above me and a whoosh of a cast iron pan hitting the dead person above me. I feel the weight of the person off me and the softness of a towel wiping away any fluids that happened to get on me.

“hey hey you're ok,” he says as he pulls me into his chest, stroking my hair, as I let the tears fall, “You're safe, it’s ok, shh sh sh”.

We stay there for a few moments, as I calm down.

“Come on we have the rest of the floor to clear and we never speak of this to the others, ” I say. Luckily for us the rest of the apartments on our floor are actually clear. I signal the rest of the gang to follow us down to the parking lot. This time we went out into groups, my car fitting eight comfortably, but instead I took three so we can take our supplies.

I went first followed by Heleana, Cregan and Daeron. We made it safely and stayed put as the next group went. Aemond, Aegon and Luke make it to Aemonds Cadillac, a thumbs up signals the last group. Jace, Baela, rhaena, Joffrey, they make it to Jace's SUV. Once we’ve all made it to the vehicles we start our cars, luckily none have been syfinded for gas. As we are pulling out of the parking lot a small group of six zombies come out from around the building, we high tail it out and head towards the Targaryen mansion deeper in the city to save Alicent and Rhaenyra.