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Hi, I was looking through your masterlist and saw that the one for BHA stories had all the names there, but no links are present on some of them. I wasn't sure if they were broken or if you haven't published these stories, but I thought I'd let you know just in case. Photo fro reference

Hi! Yeah they were ones I had uploaded on Wattpad but never fully transferred them over. I was going to upload them but then I went on like a long 2 year hiatus

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The Dragon and The Wolf |Part 4|

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Part 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f! Stark Reader

Warning: Smut with Plot | Pregnancy | Soft Aemond | Biting | P in V | Light Choking | Oral F Receiving | Tiny bit of a Violent Dream | A bit of angst

Word Count: 4052

A/N: Hasn't been proof read yet. Sorry this one is a long one but I wanted to end it here. Ik i wouldn't be able to commit to a longer story. So imma stop it here before I fuck it up. I also plan on writing some one shots of Aemond and some of Michael Gavey cuz I have a small obsession with this man at the moment.

No matter how many times you had visited the godswoods in the Red Keep you had not seen a single vision. You had kneeled there for hours, yet nothing. You prayed to them, hoping they had not abandoned you. This gift they had kissed upon you had been taken for what felt like a month. You hoped this would not be the end of your life and your families. Even if it was the end you kept praying. 

“M’lady please.” Your maid begged you once again as she had an hour ago. 

“Mira, you do not need to stay. I’ll do another hour.” 

“M’lady please. You’ll catch a cold, you’re drenched. We need to warm you up.” 

You finally opened your eyes, you looked down and noticed the smell of the water beneath your knees. The way your loose hairs had stuck onto your neck and face, and the way the water had tickled your cheek as it ran down. Now out of your trance you heard heavy footsteps approaching you and Mira. 

Ser Criston Cole had appeared, with a blank expression on his face he spoke, “The queen would like to speak to you.” 

You sighed before getting up, “Thank you Ser Criston Cole. Let me change and then I shall meet with her.” 

“Now” He had hardly spoken. 

Taken aback by his tone, “Are those in her words or your?” 

“The matter is urgent. She would like to speak now.” 

“Alright.” You rolled your eyes before attempting to pat off the dirt that had clung to your dress. 

In a hushed hiss voice Mira spoke, “M’lady you sat there in the rain for hours. A simple pat would not take it out.” 

You said nothing but a quiet sorry. She was right to be upset though.

You had gotten looks from almost everyone as you walked down the corridors to the Queens chambers. You had excused Mira as you and Cole had entered the room. As the doors opened Alicent had turned around, her eyes widened. 

“My gods, what on earth happened to you.” She grabbed a blanket nearby and walked over to you to wrap you with it. 

“Forgive me your grace. I was praying in the godswoods and had not noticed the rain.” You pause and cling onto the warmth. “I was going to change but Ser Criston Cole said it was urgent.” 

In the corner of your eye you could see him glare at you. “The matter was urgent but you could have changed.” She began to pull you towards the fire to warm up. “I’ll keep it short then.” 

As you both were seated she handed you a cup of tea. “I’m sorry for the bluntness but, have you bleed?” 

Your hands stopped, it took you a moment to process. It had been a month, a month of praying to the gods of the old. A month of sitting there and not a single moment had you realized you never bleed. An entire month, you had never been late, your cycle was always on time, maybe a few days late but never a month. “I” You paused, “No, I haven't. Not since before the wedding.” 

With a bit of remorse on Alicents face, she gave a half smile. That look you had was one she knew all too well. “That’s wonderful. It’s wonderful news, especially news we can give out at Aemonds coronation day.” 

“Oh, yes, his coronation day.” The events that had taken your wedding day came flooding back. “Will you be telling Aemond” 

She nodded, “He should be here soon.” 

Just as the first day he met you, he saw you sitting there. This time by the fire, he watched as the fire had illuminated your face. The way it kissed your features, the way it had made your face glow. Yet this time there was a somber look on your face that you tried to hide with a smile. 

“Hello Husband. We seem to keep meeting this way.” There was an ache in his heart as you went back to calling him Husband. He loved the way you called him by his name. Yet he knew it was his own fault. He had pulled back from you, not because he despised you. But because he despised himself. How could he touch you, not after what he did, not after what he did to his flesh and blood with his own hands. The situation with Aegon was different than Lucerys, with Lucerys it was out of his control. But with Aegon, it was by will. Not only that but for another reason he could not even dare think of it in fear it may come true. 

Alicent could feel the tension, she spoke to try and break it. “Aemond, please sit. I’d like to speak to both of you.” 

He nodded his head and proceeded to sit next to you on the sofa. 

“I was telling Y/n that your coronation day was coming soon. Your grandsire has arranged everything and things have been prepared accordingly. As for your coronation day, we will first check with the maester, but if our assumptions are correct, we will announce the celebration of your first child.” 

You could feel his hard gaze on you as fidgeted with your fingers. Was he mad? Was he upset that you had gotten pregnant so fast? Did he now feel even more tied to you? Did he resent you for this? Like always thoughts had flooded your mind. Without the sight it was impossible to make decisions or to pass judgment on him. You felt vulnerable, you had never felt like this before. You had always been two steps ahead of any suitor or any man in general. But now here you are, a wolf in the den of a dragon. What were you to a dragon? Nothing really. Your sight was all you had to feel in control, and now with it gone you truly felt what other women felt. Powerless. 

“I see.” Aemond had spoken. “Thank you mother. I hope that in time you will be able to guide my lady wife in her responsibilities as the new Queen.” 

She nodded, “Yes of course. And your grandsire will speak to you of your responsibilities as well.” 

“Was there anything else?” 

“No, that was all. You both may take your leave.” Alicent stood up. 

Both you and Aemond had as well, as you all headed towards the door Alicent spoke for the last time, “Congratulations. You both have done well.” You and Aemond nodded. 

Just as you think you both walk in opposite directions Aemond places his hand on your lower back. You look up at him, yet he does not look at you. He began to guide you towards his chambers. When he noticed some maids passing by he asked them to draw a bath in his chambers. They obliged. 

By the time you both had reached the room the bath had already been drawn. He excused the maids. He led you to the front of the tubs, from behind he began to untie your gown. You looked over your shoulder and pulled away. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Stand still.” His voice stern. Yet he continued to speak, “Do you know how idiotic it was to stay in the rain? You could have gotten sick.” 

You spoke lightly, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“Clearly.” 

He helped you into the tub after he had removed your dress and let down your hair. As you laid back in the tub he began to wash your hair. 

“The realm can not afford to lose its heir.” 

You had rolled your eyes, “Yes husband, as I am simply a child maker. And my life does not matter.” 

He lightly pulled on your hair causing you to glare back at him. “I wasn’t finished.” He had grabbed your chin lightly so that you wouldn’t look away. “While the realm can not afford it. I could not afford to lose you.”

Your eyes looked away from his, “Oh and is that why you have avoided me for a month?” 

“Yes.” You scoffed at his remark. 

“My uncle is still alive. We killed his children and his wife, what do you think he’d do if he found out I have grown fond of you. That I have a weakness for you, and now our child. He would burn you alive. Cut you in half, torture you, feed you to caraxes. What would I do if that happened?” 

“Kill him and remarry.” 

“You think that coldly of me?”  

“I have heard rumors that you were with a woman before me. What would stop you from doing the same? You are clearly loyal to your mother and if she wished you to remarry for the sake of the realm you would. I am nothing but a pawn in your family's game. I have done my duty and if I die then that is in the fate of the gods.” 

He was taken aback by your willingness to die. He had noticed a shift in your behavior for a while. The past month he had watched you from a distance, always seeing you praying in the godswood. It was all you did, he had to send maids to come and bring you food whenever you noticed you being there for more than an hour. 

“You have the sight. You are not just a pawn. Clearly my grandsire saw it as something.” 

“Yet I do not have the sight! The gods have clearly punished me! I have not had a single vision or dream since I got here. I have nothing, I am nothing.” 

“You are not nothing. You are my wife. You are to be queen.” 

Tears began to well up, “But I can not just be that. My whole life I have been a greenseer. How could I have that taken from me?” 

“Would you like to go back for a few days?” 

“Where?” 

“Home. To Winterfell.” 

“No, it’s too far. Your coronation is soon, riding there would take months.” 

“Not by dragon's back.” 

“Dragon’s back?” 

“Yes.” 

“No.” 

“No?”

“I’ve never been on a dragon. Let alone see one up close.” You shook your head. 

“It would only be for four days.” 

“Why are you being nice to me?” 

“Were you not listening to me, my lady wife?” He teased. 

“No.” 

“I could never replace you. You are now everything to me” He had leaned in closer. 

He planted a soft kiss on your cheek, “That is why I am being nice.” 

His lips moving closer to your lips. His kisses were intoxicating, no matter if you were angry at him. No matter if he had ignored you. Ever since that day he first kissed you, you had become addicted to it regardless of your feelings. 

“You can’t leave me again. You can’t shut me out. I can’t be here alone. I can’t do this without you.” Your eyes clouded with lust, with caving for his affection. 

“Alright.” He smirked lightly. 

“Promise?” 

He chuckled, “I promise.” 

His lips touched yours. The kiss was sloppy, desperate. You turned around to face him, pulling him closer. Through the kiss you began to help him undress. As he got in the water he pulled you onto his lap. His hands on your waist to hold you up right while your hand drifts down his chest. 

You found his cock already hard, it twitched at your touch. You gripped it tightly causing him to hiss. Your lips leave his as you travel down to his neck. As you suck on his neck you begin to pump his cock causing him to grunt lightly. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes closed as his head leaned back. The look of him like that caused your body to feel on fire. You bit his chest lightly, a groan left his lips. 

Unwilling to wait anymore you aligned him to your cunt. Rubbing him against your lower lips.

“Fuck” His hand moving from your waist to his cock.

But before he could grab himself you stopped his hand. This caused him to open his eyes and look up at you. He watched as you guided his hands from your stomach, passed your breast to reach your throat. That was when you sank down onto his cock, taking all of him. You let out a light moan feeling his warmth. 

He watched as you arched your back and began to move your hips. He lightly squeezed his hand causing your breath to hitch. All he could do was watch, watch as your perfectly shaped tits bounded with the rhythm of you bouncing on his cock. He hadn’t seen you clearly the first time you had sex. But now, he could clearly see you. The candles that surrounded the tub had illuminated you perfectly. The way your hair clung to your neck, the way the water dripped down your face. It made you look ethereal. Too delicate for him to touch, he was afraid that he would break you. 

But your whispers of his name tempted him. He needed more. He sat up, moving you with him. Once he had you both in a comfortable position he lifted you up. He carried you over to the bed. He had placed you on the bed and told you to get in the center. He then told you to turn around and bend over. He watched as you hesitated slightly but then did what he told you to do. Your forearms resting on the bed as your ass stuck up in a position that gave him a view of everything. You felt vulnerable, especially as he had not made a sound. This caused you to look back at him. You just saw him standing there looking at you, his cock just as hard as he had begun to stock it at the sight he was blessed with. 

“Aemond.” You whispered his name again. 

Just with his name he had moved closer to you. You felt the shift in the bed, you felt his hands making their way to your hips once more. His cock aligning with your cunt, he had rubbed himself against you smearing his juices against your wet cunt. It didn’t take long before he filled you up. He groaned at the feeling of your warm cunt, it pulled him in and held onto him tight as he pulled back and forth. 

His pace began to speed up and the sounds of your sweet moans. Each trust is getting harder and hitting the right spots. You felt him pull you back to him, your back against his chest as he continued to fuck you. He moved the hair from your neck, his lips sucking gently on your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine. Your cunt tightening around him more. That last squeeze was enough to tip him over the edge. He came, his cum overflowing out of your cunt as he pulled out. 

He watched as his cum dripped from your cunt to the bed. You felt a shift in the bed again. You felt something between your legs. Before you knew it his lips were against your cunt. He lapped at your dripping cunt. His groan vibrated against your lower lips. 

“You taste so fucking good.” 

You sat up and watched him, his eyes closed as you would grind down on his face. You moaned as you felt his tongue slip between your folds. As you gripped his hair you watched as he opened his eyes. He stared back at you, sucking hard on your clit. You felt a tingling sensation pass through your whole body. Your knees felt weak, Aemond could feel it too. Once you had come down from your high, you got off him. 

Your back now against the bed. You took a moment to collect your thoughts. He was in you just seconds ago but you missed the feeling of him filling you up. But he wouldn’t let you rest, not yet. 

“I’m not done. Not yet. I need you, in every possible way.” Aemond leaned down and kissed your lips as he entered you again. 

Your moans and the sound of the bed creaking could be heard throughout the halls. The whispers of your marriage not being consummated during your period of silence with each other would be silence. 

Morning came quickly, the sun was now shining as the storm had passed. You awoke to the sound of the birds singing and to the feeling of an arm wrapped around you. You opened your eyes and looked down. Aemond had done the decency to cover you both after you had knocked out. But what made your heart flutter was the placement of his hand on your stomach. You didn’t know if he placed his hand there intentionally or just by coincidence. Either way it made you feel secure. Not just for you but for this child.

You placed your hand on his, he was warm. You didn’t understand how he could always be so warm, especially with how cold he looked. You tried to remove his hand to get up but he pulled you back into him. 

“Are you planning to run away so early, wife?” Aemond nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

You smiled and turned around in his arms, “No dear husband. I plan on getting ready so that we may go to Winterfell.” 

“Everything is ready. We just need to get out of bed.” Aemond kept his eyes closed and ran his fingers up and down your arm. 

“How do you know it’s all ready? We only spoke of it last night.” 

“Earlier this morning, your maid had come in to wake you. I told her of our plans and asked her to get help setting everything up.” 

“I see.” You paused, “So then why are we still in bed?” 

“Because my dear wife. After all your nagging yesterday, you looked so beautiful sleeping. I could not dare wake you.” 

Aemond opened his eyes to find you glaring at him. He kissed your forehead, “After all that yesterday, you still find ways to upset me?” 

“How could I not?” He smirked before placing a kiss on your lips. 

After an hour or two you both had finally got ready. He had taken you to where Vhagar was, and there you stood. The giant stood before you, the air it had realized from its nose blew your hair slightly. Aemond pulled you closer, he placed your hand on Vhagar. He spoke in High Valyrian, and it seemed to have called the dragon down. 

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to ride with you?” 

“Yes. You’ll just sit in front of me.” 

The trip was long, but not as long as you had spent in the carriage. You felt the cold breeze hit you. The smell of open air, of the woods you had always remembered. Once Vhagar had landed you were greeted with your fathers men. They were taken by surprise and led you both to your father. You had explained everything to him, and how you would only be there for a bit so that you could be back in time for Aemonds coronation. With that he let you go, but requested an audience with Aemond. There you were taken to the godswood. It felt different, different than the one in the Red Keep. You kneeled in front of the tree and began to pray.

After what felt like hours there had been footsteps behind you. Turning you noticed Aemond heading towards you. You watched as he took in the woods. 

“Beautiful isn't it.” You got up and headed towards him. 

He nodded his head and reached up to touch one of the red leaves, “I didn’t expect it to look exactly like the one back home.” 

“They all look the same. At least that’s what I’ve been told.” 

“Have you finished?” He looked back at you.

You smile at him, “Yes. I feel much better now.” 

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead before turning around to walk back. He stopped when he noticed you weren’t by his side. 

“What is it?” 

“After your coronation. Do you think we could come back?” 

“What for?” 

“Well ever since I was a little girl I always wanted to get married here in the godswoods. And I know we already had our wedding. But-” You looked down at your hands before looking back up at him. “I’d really love to get married to the man I have grown to admire here.” 

Aemond walked back over to you, “If that is what my Queen wants, then I shall give it to her.” 

All you could do was smile at him. Yes your relationship was not ideal, this was not how you had expected it. Especially with him ignoring you, but now, now that you both promised. You both came to an understanding you felt like you could really build something with him. Clearly there was attraction, but you could be more than that. And his openness towards it was all you needed. 

Later in the day at dinner you had felt nauseous and excused yourself to your room. Aemond was going to go with you but you told him to enjoy himself and to keep talking if he wanted to. And he did. He found the environment less hostile as the one back at Kings Landing. Time had passed and without wanting to disturb your sleep, Aemond slept in a separate room. The night had continued yet Aemond could not stop tossing in his sleep. 

He was stuck, as if someone was holding him back. He watched as Daemon pulled you by your hair. You hold your swollen belly to protect your child, your face red and bloody. 

“Nephew, you started this war but I will end it. A wife for a wife.” Daemon pressed the dagger against your cheek, nicking it. 

“Aemond.” Your cries out before all he could hear were your screams. 

Daemon moved the dagger to your eyes, gouging out one after the other. Your tears mixed with the blood that ran down your eyes. Your screams had continued until they had felt real. 

Aemond jolted awake and yet he still heard your screams. His mind scattering, he ran out of the room to find yours. He flung open the door, your screams got louder. He was met with the sight of you, sitting up in bed. Your hands covering your eyes as if you had felt the pain. The pain he had dreamt of. He ran to you and touched your arm. But you had begun to hit him, trying to push him away. 

“Y/n. It’s me. It’s just me.” He waited until you calmed down to see it was really him. He watched as your tears ran down your face. The tears were overflowing, you let out a sob and whispered you were sorry. He shook his head and told you it was fine. 

He had pulled you into him. He had never hugged you so tightly before, he didn’t even know you were capable of that much strength. 

“I had a dream. Your uncle he-” 

“I know. I saw it. You don’t have to say it.” 

Your sobs hadn’t stopped. You both stayed there for more than an hour. Aemond had set you back, and hugged you tightly in hopes to calm you down. It was working, but it did nothing to calm him down. It was all he could think of. Your screams, it made his entire body ache. He was stuck, he felt helpless.

But it was true, he had started this war. He was the cause, he didn’t deserve happiness and his uncle knew it. Just when he found it, just when he found someone who understood him. Daemon would take her from him. He knew if he didn’t find Daemon this would eventually be their fate. It would be your fate. And it killed him. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you died. Not after all this. He knew this would not end not while Daemon was still alive. 

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The Dragon and The Wolf |Part 3|

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Part 2 | Part 4

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f! Stark Reader

Warning: Arranged Marriage | Murder/Suicide | Soft Aemond |

Word Count: 2233

A/N: Hasn't been proof read yet. I feel like this took a hard fucking turn and idk how I feel about it. But it's the only direction I feel like it could go in.

Aemond had dressed first so that he could stand in front of you as you changed back into your dress. He hid your body from his brother as he refused to look away. 

“I’ll have you know sister. I tried many times to get him to bed a woman in the whore house. I had no idea he was capable of that.” 

“Brother I think you speak too much for a man on his deathbed.” 

“That is exactly why I need to speak my dear baby brother.” Aegon began to cough violently. “Come.” Aegon lets out. 

Aemond looks back at you to check if you are dressed before moving to sit on his brother's bedside. You follow closely behind to fill up a cup for Aegon. 

“I have spoken to mother. As my children have all died you are to be my heir.” He began to cough again. 

As he does, you pass him the cup, “Thank you dear sister.” He takes a sip to provide relief to his throat. 

“Forgive me dear brother. I never wanted to be king. It should have been you. You should have been King. You wanted it far more than I did.” Aemond watched as his brother spoke. 

“As you have consummated your wedding I see no reason why I should drag my life on longer.” 

Confused by his response you looked over at Aemond and back at Aegon. 

“Aemond, I need you to kill me. I can not live like this. This is no life. I will not live like father.” 

Aemond scoffs and gets up from his brother's bed, “All you have is broken bones and scar's brother.” 

“It is an infection.” Aegon removes his quilt with what strength he had left to show the infection that had been growing on his legs. “I had the maester hide it from mother.” 

All Aemond could do was look at the infection that had spread from Aegon's leg to his chest. Aegon infection had looked exactly as their father’s. 

“Aemond. Please. I beg of you. You had not let me run away back then. Let me die now. Let me go before I end up like that man.” 

Aegon's eyes pleated with the silent prince. All Aemond could do was nod. 

“Aemond.” You spoke lightly. Your thoughts racing at the possibility that your new husband was about to do. 

Aemond turned back to you, watching as your figure cowered. He had made his way over to you, he tilted your chin upwards towards him. His grip was firm yet soft, “Make your way to my chambers. Speak to no one, and remain there even if I do not return.” 

You looked at him hesitant, your eyes flickering between him and his brother. 

“Y/n”. It was the first time he had spoken your name since the moment you had arrived. Your eyes had now locked on his face. 

“Do you understand?” 

You nodded lightly. You began to walk away before turning back and looked at Aegon, “I wish we would have met under different circumstances. But may the gods of the old and the new be with you.” 

Aegon gave a faint smile, “And to you.” 

You had made your way out the door closing it behind you. You stood there for a few seconds before walking off. Your mind clouded, vaguely remembering where Alicent had showed you where Aemonds chambers were. 

“She’s beautiful.” Aegon spoke to fill the awkward silence. 

“She is.” Aemond’s view lingered on the door for a few seconds before returning his attention to his brother. “I will return. It would be best with poison.” 

“No.” Aegon coughed before speaking again, “Where would you find poison at this hour? There are too many eyes watching.” 

“Anything else and it would be obvious it was an assassination.” 

“Use the pillow.” 

Aemond hesitated but he watched his brother. “Please.” Aegon whispered. 

He had looked frail, he hadn’t noticed until now how weak his brother looked. The man his brother once was was gone. There no longer resided the whore of a man. The one who would always tease him. All that was left was an empty shell of a man who was asking for mercy. 

Aemond picked up the pillow and hovered over his brother. Aegon could tell Aemond was hesitant, “Don’t worry bother. I will forgive you.” He paused for a moment, “I love you my dear brother Aemond.” 

“And I you brother.” Aemond lowered the pillow down against Aegon's face. 

He had pressed his weight down more. And after a minute or so there was a jolt. Aegon’s body had been fighting against the weight. His hands found Aemonds arms as he grasped onto them. Holding them for what seemed like hours Aemonds hands shook at the pressure he was putting. Until the jerking motion had stopped. There were no longer signs of struggle coming from Aegon. Removing the pillow Aemond saw his brother's face. It was lifeless, it looked like he was resting and that at any second he would take up. 

Aemond put his finger to his brother's nose to check for air, and there was none. He had done what his brother had asked for. He had remained loyal to his brother. But at what cost. The wave of guilt and regret hit Aemond. He placed the pillow down where it was first found. He had begun to back away from his brother. His mind racing, his heart beating out of his chest. 

He should have said no. He should have let his brother suffer. He should have suffered because now he is burdened with the weight of this. Now with the weight of becoming king. He had always wanted to be king. But this was the cost. Was this really worth it? 

Consumed by his emotions Aemond left the room making sure there was no one. He then made his way through the doors of the Red Keep. He had climbed onto Vhagar making the dragon fly into the storm that had been stirring. Aemonds cursed the gods but they had been drowned out by the clapping of thunder. 

As you walked into Aemonds chambers you were greeted with the decorated colors of black and red. The candles had provided the only light as you stood there in front of the door. You had tensed up after hearing a knock on the door. As you turned around you saw a maid with towels in hand. 

“Princess, before the Prince left he had asked me to draw you a bath. Please sit as we get everything ready.” 

“Thank you.” You gave her a half smile. You had made your way to the small balcony, the cold night air made you shiver slightly. But as you breathed in you could smell a hint of petrichor. 

“Please princess, sit by the fire. You might catch a cold.” 

You chuckled lightly, “Winterfell has had colder nights.” But you listen to the maid regardless and sit by the fire. You had begun to wonder where Aemond had gone. Or what had happened. Had he fulfilled Aegond's wish? 

As the other maid finished drawing the bath the other helped you remove your gown. No matter how many times you refused she didn’t take no for an answer. Just as you were about to step in, the sound of thunder and the bedroom door swinging open were heard. 

Startled, the three of you turned towards the door to see Aemond drenched. The look on his face was hard to read. One could say it was a somber look. You wrapped yourself in a sheet and excused the maid out. 

Closing the door behind them you made your way to Aemond. He had made his way to the fire, leaving a trail of water behind him. 

“Aemond?” You place your hand on his arm, yet he makes no response. 

“Come bathe with me.” You lead him to the bath and begin to remove his clothes for him. 

You let him get in first. Trying to figure out where to sit, you decide that the only option was his lap. You step in slowly as you avoid stepping on him. You slowly sink down and straddle his waist. Instinctually his hands placed themselves on the curve of your hips. You grabbed the cloth nearest and dipped it into the warm water. You began to run the cloth against his chest, shoulders and to his neck. You grabbed his hand, cleaning his palms before you cleaned the rest of his arm, you had done the same for the other. You had rinsed the cloth before cleaning his face. You gently cleaned around his face but got to his eyepatch. You hesitated for a second but decided to remove it. 

Aemond, now out of his trance, stopped your hand. 

“Not there.” His voice was different. It had almost sounded like defeat. 

You put down the cloth against the tub. Grabbing his hand you placed it on your waist. Gently you grabbed the eyepatch and pulled it away. He had his left eyelid closed, making his scar even more noticeable. You picked up the cloth again and gently patted it so as to not hurt him. When you were done you leaned in and kissed his eyelid. 

You had pulled away from him, once you did he decided to show you. Show you how hideous it was. How hideous he was. 

You were met with a blue sight. The space where his eye was supposed to be was replaced with a blue sapphire. 

“Hideous is it not.” 

“You’re beautiful.” 

They had spoken at the same time. 

It had taken him a bit to register what you had said. You leaned down again to kiss his scar and the corner of his eye. No one had ever used that word to describe his eye. He had kept the eyepatch as a courtesy for others as many of the times they were repulsed. Saying things behind his back, ‘He now has only a face a mother could love.’ 

“You must be blind.” Aemond turns his head away from you. His hands no longer rested on your waist as he moved his arms against the tub. 

“I can assure you my dear husband that the only blind one here is you.” You smiled lightly as he turned his head back. 

“You dare joke now?” 

“You are blind to your own beauty. You after all have that Targaryan ethereal beauty. A horrible attitude yet a very pretty face.”  

He continued to glare at you. There was a distant look that was scattered across his face. It was hard not to notice. It was hard not to ask him what he was thinking or feeling. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“No.” He grew stubborn though you clearly knew his mind was flooded with thoughts. This was the first time he was docile. No sarcastic remarks, no anger behind his words. Perhaps it was best to leave him with his thoughts for now. 

“Alright well-” You paused, “I’ll leave you to your thoughts then.” You were going to leave the tub when his hands found your waist again. His fingers danced across your waist. 

The man you had seen that day in his mothers chambers was now different. Although it was only a moment, it had been enough for you. Enough that you saw another side of him. Not the angry man he was. But a loyal man, a man who would do anything his family asked of him, no matter the action. 

Aemond wrapped his arms around your waist. He sat up slightly, coming closer to you he rested his head on your shoulder. 

“Do not leave. Not yet.” His voice was soft, almost angelic. 

He had confused you. He had made your mind try and piece together if you should hate him or comfort him. He still had disrespected you when he did, he had still lashed out when he did. But the last few hours, since the moment you had entered Aegon's room, it was different. 

In this moment you were choosing comfort. You wrapped your arms around him. You felt his warmth, the way his skin touched your skin. You felt the way he was breathing and his heartbeat. Your fingers ran through his hair in an attempt to soothe him in any way you could. After all, you were now his wife. His future Queen. Was this not the role a woman in this society needed to take? 

Perhaps you were delusional. Perhaps you were just trying to justify his behavior. But would that really be so bad? After all this? After knowing a secret with him. Knowing you have to keep this secret. It was frustrating. Frustrating that in the past three days you had not had a single dream or vision. Nothing that could help you in dealing with all this. Nothing that could help prevent it. Perhaps you had angered the gods in some way. Either way you had to gain it back, you had to be in the favor of the gods. After all, being what you were was the only reason as to why you were in this situation at all. It was the only reason why your family was alive. To remove that from yourself could cause chaos and the death of your house.

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Cooked My Way To Your Heart |Part 2|

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Part 1 | Part 3 

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu x f! Reader

Warning: Fluff | Eventual Smut | Violence | Angst | Love Triangle

Word Count: 3888

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I updated this. Sorry, I had lost the motivation to write for anime at the moment. I also cringe at my old stuff. I wrote it when I was a teen so I feel like I have go through all of it and edit stuff. 

It was a surprise to Y/n that she had missed Taishiro. It had been two weeks since she last talked to him in person. Y/n found herself missing him, she enjoyed his company to say the least. He radiated so much energy, he made her feel safe. But they would text often which was still better than nothing. 

The bell on the door had rang as she was making meals for some of the locals. She heard shuffling and gasps, followed by a small whine and a light laughter. The voices sounded a bit familiar. “Welcome! Take a seat and I’ll be right with you.” She said not looking up from making the meals. 

Finally done, she took a deep breath, her energy was running out. She was short on staff today, she was now considering getting more older staff. Most of her staff were teens or college students. Which meant less work hours, not that she minded but on days like these she wished she had workers who could work during school hours. It was a very hectic day to say the least. The customers told her not to worry and to slow down but she couldn’t help but want to get to them fast. 

She finally was able to get to the customers that just came in. She looked up and her eyes widened, “Tai-” She cut herself off. “Uh I mean, Fat Gum, what are you doing here?” Y/n could feel her cheeks heat up. 

Taishiro smiled at her surprise, “Just thought I’d stop by and refill my energy with some of the best food in the area.”

“Well I’m glad you came by, I haven’t seen you in a while.” 

“I’m here too.” Tamaki glared at his sister who was lost in a trance with the BMI Hero. 

Y/n shook her head as she turned to Tamaki she ruffled his hair as he groaned from the action, “Of course I know you’re here. Your hero outfit makes you stick out like a sore thumb. Anyways, were you hungry for my food? Or did you need to get some energy too?”

Tamaki pulled down his hood from her comment, “No I’m fine. Fat Gum said he was hungry. He said he was going to take me to a good restaurant, I just didn’t think it was this one. By the time we got here it was too late for me to run away.” Y/n giggled at his response and shook her head.

Seeing her smile made him admire her and her hard work. Even with the way she looked exhausted. Hearing her laugh pulled on his heart strings just a bit, he could get used to hearing her laugh. 

“Sorry Sun Eater, but I couldn't resist coming here. How could I not when the amazing cook is so beautiful.” The hero still looked down at her even when he was sitting. Y/n smiled at his remark as her brother groaned in protest.

“Well you just came in time. My quirk is at its limit so it would be enough with just both of your meals.” As she began to make Tamaki’s food she could feel herself getting dizzy. After moving onto Taishiro’s dish and finishing, she felt drained. As she sat down next to Fat Gum she could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It made her feel comfortable and safe. She closed her eyes and leaned against him. The fat that he had stored up was soft and cushiony. Y/n felt like she was laying on a pillow. And being as exhausted as she was once her head hit his arm she had fallen right asleep. 

Once Taishiro felt her head hit his arm he looked down at her and began to blush. He was going to move her but Tamaki stopped him. “If you move her now she’ll throw a fit. Just leave her.” 

Tamaki had remembered the times he had tried to wake her up when she would fall asleep on the couch while watching tv. She basically threw a small tantrum because he didn’t let her continue to sleep. Fat Gum nodded his head, he was still blushing, his face felt warm, his whole body felt warm. He enjoyed the feeling and eating her food made it even better. 

One thing that Fat Gum should have remembered would be to never show themselves involved with anyone. Heroes never know who's watched. And this was one of those cases. The heroes hadn’t noticed it yet but there was a man watching them as he sat in the corner, he went unnoticed. He had stumbled upon her restaurant by accident when he noticed Y/n through the window. He even made his way into the restaurant to see if she would notice him. He had felt himself getting riled up remembering how she looked passed him. 

But how could she remember him when it was so long ago. He changed, his voice was deeper, he grew taller. He was nothing like how he was before. But seeing her attention focused on someone other than him made him upset. It made him want to have all of her undivided attention on him and only him. 

 His thoughts were now beginning to be the start of something that no one would have expected to happen. It wouldn’t be something that anyone could have prevented even if someone tried. It was inevitable. If he didn’t do anything then maybe he’d lose her completely this time. He wasn’t going to let this happen, not again, he couldn’t lose her again. Not this time, not when he just found her. 

Y/n had just gotten back from school, as she was walking towards her room she heard crying coming from her brothers room. The twelve year old walked into her little brother's room. Looking down at the 4 year old she walked up to his bed. Hearing her footsteps he opened his eyes and looked up at her with his little indigo eyes. There were small tear stains going down his cheek. 

“Hi” Tamaki scrunched up his nose while he sniffed

“Hey Tama, how are you feeling?” Y/n patted his head. 

“Bad” Tamaki was holding back his tears, not wanting to cry in front of his big sister. 

Y/n smiled at him and crouched, she had an idea to make him feel a bit better. “I’m gonna go to the store real quick, want me to get you something really cool?” 

Tamaki nodded and saw her grab a small jar he had on his bed side. She looked back at him, “Try to stop crying so that you can be really excited when I get back okay?” 

Leaving the house Y/n started to look first in her mothers garden. Not finding anything there she left the front gate to look in the streets. She had been searching for a while and found nothing but she decided to go look at the park. Getting to the park she looked all around and found nothing but just when she was about to give up luck was on her side. 

She saw a yellow butterfly just sitting still on the grass, leaving her jar on the ground. She went up to it cupping her hands to capture it. But right as she got closer the butterfly flew away, she followed it until hands were in her field of vision. 

She saw a boy, looking up at him. She noticed his eyes were a very beautiful color, she had never seen a color like them before. She could feel her face start to heat up. The boy looked at her then at the jar. Motioning for her to get the jar, she brought it to him. She closed the top of the jar as she wondered how he was able to put it in without it flying away. As soon as she was done she looked at him, she could still feel her face being warm. She wasn’t sure if it was from the sun or him.

After being bashful she managed to speak up, “Thank you.” 

The boy nodded and walked away.

Every day after school since then Y/n would always go to the park to look for the mysterious boy. She had gone for weeks, she wouldn’t stop till she could talk to him. Sitting on the swing she began to look around. That was when she saw him across the street. She got up quickly and began to run to him before she lost sight of him. 

“Hey! Hey wait up!” She shouted at him. Hearing her voice he turned around to see who was calling him. 

Now standing in front of him, she got a better look at his face. It was different from the last time, he had a cut on his lip and a black eye. She didn’t know what to think or say but she could see the hurt in his eyes. Without thinking she hugged him, he wanted to push her off of him but it was the first time he had felt this type of affection from a stranger. 

“I’m sorry for hugging you.” 

“I-it’s okay.” Clearly it was as he hugged her back. 

“I’m Y/n.” 

“I’m ---.” 

From then on they had became friends. They would begin to hang out for a year. Within that year Y/n began to notice the marks on his body got worse and how he began to hate physical contact. Yet he still let her hug and grab his hand a lot, he felt like it was fine if she did it. 

The sun had begun to set while the two were still in the park. They had gotten tired and laid down in the grass looking up at the sky that had now turned pink and purple. 

“Hey ---, do you think we’ll always be able to do this? Like hang out more.” Y/n turned her head to look at him as he still watched the cloud go by. 

“I hope so. Maybe we can even grow old together too.” He gave her a rare smile that she had never seen before. He had smiled at her before but there was something different about this. She couldn’t help the heat that ran across her face.

“---! Get over here now!” Just as the calm of the moment came it quickly disappeared. The smile on his face fell, there was that same hurt in his eyes when he first met her but it was mixed in with fear. 

Y/n looked up and saw a man and woman walking towards them angrily. 

“So this is where you've been. I always knew your sorry ass was doing something. Get up, we’re leaving.” The woman yelled at him. But he didn’t do what he was told, her patience grew thin. 

“I said get up!” She came over to him and grabbed his arm roughly, he was clearly in pain. 

Getting up Y/n grabbed his hand and tightly held it, “Stop you’re hurting him!” 

The man made his way to Y/n he pulled her hand away from the boy's, but she wouldn’t stop trying to reach his hand again. That’s when the man had enough and pushed her to the ground and it unfortunately caused her to hit her head. She groaned from the pain, putting her hand to the back of her head she felt something warm, looking at her hand it was now covered in blood. 

“Y/n!” The boy yelled, the built up anger activated his quirk without him knowing. His hand went to the woman’s hand, and as soon as he touched it, she vanished, blood began to spill everywhere. 

Y/n eyes opened wide, she couldn’t process what had happened. Her vision began to get foggy, she was going in and out of consciousness. 

The boy looked at the blood on his hands and hives began to form. While he was distracted the man came up behind him, knocking him out. Lifting him up on his shoulders the man began to walk away, Y/n tried to get up but fell back down. She stretched out her hand, tears falling from her eyes. 

“---” she lightly said. 

“---” 

“Kai!” As soon as she woke up she sat up, her hands going to her face as she felt tears pouring down her face. 

The normally loud restaurant had now gone quiet. Looking over at Taishiro and Tamaki she could see the horror on their faces. And unknown to her, her old friend was a wanted man that the two happened to be chasing. To her it didn’t make sense, Tamaki was too young to remember her old friend, and Taishiro hadn’t been in her life then. 

 There was one person who was even more surprised, the man himself. She remembered him, he couldn't believe it, there was hope. But seeing that hero try and comfort him upset him. 

In a blind rage he stormed out of the restaurant. This didn’t go unnoticed, Y/n looked in his direction but was unable to see his face due to a mask. She turned her attention back to Taishiro when he got a call. 

“Alright, we’ll be right there.” He looked at Tamaki then back at Y/n. 

He was worried, he hoped that the Kai she named wasn’t Overhaul. And if it was he didn’t understand why or how she knew him. It upset him, it made his heart hurt to think that she would know someone like Overhaul. He very much wanted to push away the thought and think it was a different Kai. 

He watched the way she was fidgeting while slept on him, it made his hand clench. “Be careful Y/n. Let’s go Sun Eater.” His mood shifted, it was of determination and anger. The possibility that she knew Overhaul was big but it still made him want to catch Overhaul before something bad happened, not just to others but to Y/n as well. 

Tamaki nodded and said goodbye to his sister. He quickly left with Taishiro. After the two left all the other customers did too. Looking at the time Y/n noticed it was time to close, sighing she got up and started to clean up. She was almost done washing all of the dishes when she heard the bell ring. 

“Sorry we’re closed.” she shouted from the kitchen. 

It was silent. She grew nervous, maybe it was her imagination. But then she heard footsteps making their way to the kitchen.

She grabbed the closet knife she could find, looking at the doorway she saw a shadow figure walking through the doorway. A man with familiar hair color and eyes, she couldn’t pinpoint it until he removed his mask. He smiled at her, a smile she hadn't seen since that day that they were lying on the grass together. 

Y/n felt her eyes begin to water as she dropped the knife. She had moved closer to him. Her hands went to his face, his eyes closed as she lightly touched his cheek to make sure he was real. He pressed his cheek against her warm hand and gave it a light kiss. As his eyes opened his gaze on her softened. 

“Hey Y/n, it’s been a while.” 

As her tears continued to run she smiled at him. She had laughed lightly in disbelief, her hands still on his face, “It really has been. I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again.” 

Kai had taken off his gloves as he raised his hand to her cheek while the other was resting on her lower back. “I know. After what happened it was hell not being able to see you. But I’m here now so let me take care of you.”

Y/n could feel her face heat up just a bit. She hadn’t expected him to say that. How could she not feel something bubble in her at something like that, he was her first love. 

“Thank you for the offer Kai but I’m an adult now. You don’t need to take care of me. Come on, let's sit down, I’ll make your favorite.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the front. Just as they got to the front of the store the doorbell rang. Hearing the bell Kai lifted up his mask. 

Taishiro came in his skinny form, “Hey Y/n! The villain is gone. I came to walk you ho-“ He was shocked to see who was standing next to her. “Y/n get away from him.” Taishiro clenched his jaw seeing the villain. 

Looking at Taishiro and then back at Kai, Y/n was confused at what was going on. Seeing Taishiro caused Kai to tsked. “Guess I’ll have to see you later. I’ll come back for you.” Kai kissed Y/n on the cheek before glaring at Taishiro as he made his way to the back exit. 

Taishiro wanted to chase after him so bad, but he knew he couldn’t, there was a time for that and it was coming near. All he could do was make sure Y/n was okay, he wished he could do more. He walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. Looking up at him she was confused, she could feel his hands shaking against her shoulders. 

“Taishiro? Are you okay?” Y/n didn’t understand why it was such a big deal and why Taishiro was so upset about Kai. 

Taishiro looked down at her, his eyes were serious as they looked directly at her’s. She had never seen this look on him before, it scared her. Taishiro regretted the serious look he had on, but it was for her own safety, she needed to know how dangerous Overhaul was. 

“Y/n” He paused for a moment trying to figure out how he could tell her. “That man is a villain named Overhaul. I don’t know how you know him but you can’t be around him. He’s dangerous.” 

Her eyes widened just a bit but her smile came back on. She playfully scoffed “Yeah right Taishiro. That’s a good joke. No need to get jealous.” 

Taishiro wished he was joking, but from the looks of it it seemed like they were close. Even if she was teasing he was jealous. Overhaul kissed her as if they were more than childhood friends. But he knew he couldn’t show those that right now. 

“I wish I was joking with you Y/n. But what I’m telling you is true. He’s killed and tortured people. If he loses control he could hurt you.” 

Kai losing control brought back memories of the day he killed his own mother. Y/n looked down, she didn’t know what to think, her mind raced as she thought to herself ‘Would he really hurt me? No, he isn’t like that. He was never like that.’ 

Looking up at Taishiro, she spoke, “You’re wrong! He wouldn’t hurt me. He’d never hurt me, he never has and never will.” 

He moved his hands to her cheek as he wiped her tears. She was shocked she was crying, she hadn’t even felt them. It was the second time he saw her cry, he didn’t like it one bit. It put a small hole in his heart, he knew he shouldn’t think about it but he wished that she cried for him instead of a criminal. 

“I’m sorry Y/n.” He moved his hands away again, leaning down he pulled her in for a hug. 

“He wouldn’t hurt me right?” She slowly put her arms around his body and held him tightly as she cried. 

It had been weeks since Y/n last saw Kai. For a week she had felt empty. It was to be expected, how else would anyone react when they find out their first love was a criminal. She didn’t have much of a smile when she went back to work. She didn’t really know how to feel. 

But as the day got late she found herself walking back home. As she opened her front gate she noticed a familiar tall figure in front of her door. They were mumbling something quietly as they were fidgeting with what they were holding. Once she got closer she noticed the blond hair on the figure. 

“Taishiro? Is that you?”

The tall beautiful man turned around with a blush on his face. He quickly hid the flowers behind his back. “Oh hey. I didn't know you’d be back so early.” 

“Taishiro, it’s eight nineteen. If anything I should have been home sooner.” She smiled at him. As she made her way towards him she tried to look at what he had behind him. 

“What’s that?” She put a hand on his arm as she looked behind him. She froze for a second, he was holding her favorite flowers. 

“Tai, are these for me?” Her face heated up as she looked up at him. Looking down at her he lightly turned away with his face still pink. 

‘Did she just call me Tai? Did she give me a nickname? And she’s flustered, well shit, she isn’t making this easy.’ The blushing blond thought to himself. 

“Yeah, I hope you like them.” He stuttered and removed the flowers from behind his back. 

“How did you know that these were my favorite?” She smiles at the flowers before leaning to smell them. 

Taishiro thought back to how he got the information. 

The Hero went on his knees and grabbed the boy's hands. “Please Sun Eater tell me what her favorite flowers are!” 

Tamaki gave Taishiro a disgusted look. “Fat Gum people are looking, please stop making a scene.” 

“That’s why I did it! I’ll stop once you tell me what they are!” 

Tamaki groaned and gave in. 

“Oh, just you know by instinct. I saw them and thought of you.” He was mentally sweating, he didn’t want her to know he begged her little brother for that information. 

“Well thank you. They’re really pretty.” She smiled up at him, seeing him this way made her forget about what happened the past week. 

“Yeah! Just like you! Actually you’re prettier than the flowers I take that back.” He started to ramble on and Y/n found it adorable. 

Before she could say something he spoke in a serious tone. “Y/n I’m sorry for what happened when I last saw you. I should have said it better, but seeing you with him made me upset. But it also made me realize that I do in fact like you. And I don’t want to lose to a villain, so please let me take you out on a real date” He said a bit louder than his normal voice. 

After all that's happened she couldn’t refuse him. Her was this man, willing to treat her right. Someone who was respectable, who wouldn’t hurt others. She decided that maybe this was good for her. She smiled at him, “Alright. Let’s go on a date.”

Even if Kai was her first love it didn’t mean that she couldn’t grow feelings for another. 

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Aemond Targaryen

✧ "The Dragon and The Wolf" , Part 2 , Part 3 |NSFW|

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The Dragon and The Wolf |Part 2|

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Part 1 | Part 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f! Stark Reader

Warning: Arranged Marriage | Smut with Plot | Possessive Behavior | Hate Sex | Male Masturbation | F Oral Receiving

Word Count: 1370

A/N: Aemond is gonna be a little soft cuz I like my fictional psycho men to have a soft spot for their lover. This once also hasn't been proof read yet, I'll also get to this later.

He thought it wouldn’t bother him, but it did. You plagued his thoughts like some sick joke. Everytime he closed his eyes, all he could see was you. Legs spread open with your hands pinned above your head as he pounded into you. Your sweet cries begging for him to wait so that you could compose yourself. Or the way you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him deeper in and your nails digging into the skin on his back. He had begun to yearn for it, it was an itch he could not scratch. Not even when he would wrap his fist around his cock to relieve the desire he had. 

He had had a taste of you and it would not go away. It was intoxicating to hear you whimper his name, or to have breathed in your scent. Even if he had done it to tease you it had come back to bite him in the ass. Even now it was aggravating to see you leaving his side. As you had ignored him since that day, and throughout the whole ceremony. You avoided looking him in the eye. And now he watched you closely as you made your way around the hall. Flashing a smile to your house, making sure that you were being attentive to your guest. Even as you had decided to sit with them rather than him. 

Were you punishing him? Was that what this was? 

But how could you know what his desires were if he was so closed off. 

He had a hint of jealousy as you spoke to someone, a man. Perhaps a childhood friend from the North, one of the Umbers or the Karstarks. He watched as you laughed with them. As he picked up his drink he watched as your head turned and out of the crowd of people your eyes found his. He maintained eye contact watching as your smile faded but composed yourself when you looked back to the man you spoke with. 

He didn’t understand why it bothered him so much as he watched you accept the hand of the man as he led you to the floor. His blood seething as he saw the two of you dance. 

Alicent watched as her son stood up and made his way over to the center. Confused as she tried to see what her son was heading towards. Even more so when she saw him take your hand away from the Umber boy. She had never seen him act like this, it was different than his usual antics. 

You had felt an almost forced jerk. Turning around stood Aemond, he had looked down at you. “Husband.” 

“Wife.” 

He had averted his eyes from you to look at the Umber boy, “I’d like a dance with my Lady Wife.”

“Yes, of course Prince Aemond.” The Umber boy returned back to his seat in a hurry. 

“Does my Lady wife prefer to dance with Lords rather than her husband?” He could say he was joking but his tone was nowhere near that. 

You stayed silent as you danced around. Aemond grows more upset and squeezes your hand for a response. 

“If you think hurting me is going to get much of a response out of me, think again husband.” 

“Yet you spoke did you not?” 

“You are insufferable.” 

“They only insufferable one is you wife” 

“Me? Please husband. You have been unpleasant since the moment we met.” 

“I have been nothing but pleasant to you.”

“So does that mean you treat people worse than me?”

“You said it yourself. I am a kinslayer. I have killed my own blood. I have burned the riverlands. I would say my behavior to you has been pleasant.” 

You say nothing as you try to separate yourself from him but can not as he holds a tight grip at your waist. 

“Will you leave me alone!” You hissed at him and yanked yourself from him. You once again found yourself walking fast through the corridors. 

All this did not go unnoticed Alicent had watched as the two began to quarrel. She watched as her son went storming out after his new bride. She began to try and distract their guest from the situation in hopes that everyone was too drunk to remember what happened. But to the guest that questions where the newlyweds were she made the excuse that they had already left to get started on their consummation.

“You are my wife. Where do you think you are going without my permission?” Aemond yelled as he got closer to you. 

Before you could respond you felt your wrist being tugged into a room. Aemond pins you to the door, “I have been patient with you for two days. I have let you ignore me. I have let you throw your little temper tantrum. But that is enough.” 

“Temper Tantrum? My anger with you was completely justified. You made me seem like a whore. What if your mother was not the woman she was? What if she had not known what kind of son she had. I would have been sentenced to death for your reckless behavior.” 

Aemond wraps his hand against your throat, “Do you know how much you have tortured me?” He leaned down to place a kiss against your lips. It was aggressive, desperate, as if he needed it to breathe. He pressed his body against yours, but as you tried to push him away you could feel his boner against your thigh. As much as he angered you, you could not help but melt into the kiss. 

He began to kiss down your neck taking in your scent. The scent he longed for. He began to lift up the skirt of your wedding dress as he placed his thigh between your legs. Your cunt just placed on his thigh, it had begun to ache for his touch. Your body had begun to move at will, grinding itself onto his thigh, he groaned and began to unbutton your dress. He had undressed you completely as he found himself kissing down your body. He placed a nipple in his mouth, sucking before moving lower. He had reached your stomach placing small kisses before he got to what he had been longing for. Your cunt, he lapped at it as if it was the most delicious thing in his entire life. As if nothing has ever tasted as sweet as your cunt, as if he had been starving for years. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, to balance yourself you placed one hand on his shoulder and the other hand gripped onto his hair. 

“Aemond please.” 

You place a hand under his chin to signal him to come back up. He cups your face as you begin to remove his clothes. Once they were off he turned you around and bent you over. The sight was better than he imagined. The way your curves looked in the lightly lit room. The way your hair fell against your back. He didn’t want to waste any minute. He aligned himself at your entrance and pushed in. Your walls were tight but they were slick enough to move. Each thrust becomes more desperate and harder. He pulled you back against his chest as he sucked on your neck, harder than he had last time. His other hand reached down to your cunt. 

“Aemond” Your moans were like music to him. 

He turned you around and lifted you up using the wall to help him keep you up. He could feel you coming undone. He could feel you tighten around him. He watched your face as tears of overstimulation rolled down your face. He kissed you once more to muffle your moans. You bit his lip hard pulling on it. It was enough to send him over the edge as he came inside you. 

“My god.” 

You both turn around in a panic and see Aegon lying there on his bed having been woken from the last few moans. 

Aemond quickly stood in front of you to hide what he could. 

“And I didn’t think you ever had it in you brother.” 

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The Dragon and The Wolf |Part 1|

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Part 2

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f! Stark Reader

Warning: Arranged Marriage | Steamy Themes | Angst |

Word Count: 1807

A/N: Hasn't been proof read so bear with me I'll fix it later. Aemond is also aged up to the actors age cuz that’s the age he looks.

You could overhear the whispers, the pity in their voices. The young wolf being sent off to marry a dragon. 

All due to the stupidity of your house. How infuriating that they accepted an audience with Rhaenyra's son. It was most definitely seen as an act of treason to the Crown. No matter how much you pleaded with your father not to accept the meeting. You had the sight, you had seen what would happen if they had sided with her. You never disliked Rhaenyra, she was absolutely beautiful, you had always admired her since you were a child. But knowing that the safety of your family was now jeopardized you could not stay silent. But your family was permitted to stay on good terms with the Crown under the condition that you marry Prince Aemond. 

The whispers of how you were kissed by visions from the gods had reached Otto. He was the reason your family was given a second chance. What better way to win wars and make sure his blood stayed on the throne than to marry his grandson to a Greenseer. The wedding would take place in a month's time. Plans had been formed to begin as soon as you had left for Kings Landing. 

The road was long and no amount of sleep could calm your nerves. 

“Mother please not now.” 

Aemond pushes the door to his chambers, unable to close it as Alicent was close behind. 

“I understand you are upset. But you know it is your duty. Your brother is sick, he’s practically on his deathbed. So your grandfather thought it was best to find you a wife in preparation.” 

“The Stark girl who comes from a traitor family? How is that any good?” His voice hinted with malice. 

“Because she is a great asset to our family. You know how your father always spoke of Targayens and their prophecies. How they escaped Old Valyria. This could be good for us, Aemond. We wouldn’t have to lose anyone else.” She moved forward and touched his arm as he stared into the fire. “Aemond please.”

“It’s not as if I have a choice mother.” He sighed and placed his hand on hers. No matter how frustrating a situation he could never be upset with her. “When will the wedding take place?”

“Two days after she arrives.”

Much to your dismay you had arrived at King's Landing. Your wedding was in two days time, nothing could prepare you for it. You hadn’t even seen your betrothed since the moment you got there. You had met the Queen and she had asked for your forgiveness at her sons, ‘Shyness’. You expected as much. You heard rumors, the whispers of how cold Aemond was. In fact you preferred that he didn’t see you. But contrary to what people believe you were not always within the favor of the gods. 

“I know what people say of my son. And I am sorry you have to hear that. But I can assure you he is at the very least a gentleman. If my son ever does you harm please do let me know and I will do my best to correct his behavior. “ 

“Thank you. I very much- '' You were cut off by the sounds of the doors opening loudly combined with heavy footsteps. 

“Mother, Aegon has been begging for you. Please shut hi-'' He paused as he saw you sitting there. Before you turned to him could only describe you as cold looking and distant, with a hint of poise. He thought your look was very fitting for a Northerner. And had he known his mother requested an audience with you he wouldn’t have come barging in. 

“Good you're here.” Alicent got up from her seat and headed towards him. “I’ll deal with your brother. But the two of you need to converse.” 

Alicent closes the door behind her, “Make sure he doesn’t leave just yet.” She tells the guard on post. 

You turned away from him and focused your attention on the fire as you began to fidget with your hands. Aemond takes notice of it, and he sees the same movement his mother does when she gets nervous. Then he hears you wince, and the sight of blood can be seen on your thumb. 

“Stop that.” He took three steps before he was in front of you and grabbed your hands. You had looked up at him in surprise, looking at him now you couldn’t believe the rumors you heard of him looking hideous. Your eyes softened a bit at his touch and by the look of concern he gave you. He had an ethereal beauty to him, even with the eyepatch and scar. 

As he looked down at you he took notice of your eyes, doe like. And that coldness he saw was gone for the moment. He then remembered the blood on your hand, not having anything to wipe away the blood he brought your hand up to his lips and sucked the blood. 

You should be weirded out. But the sensation of his tongue and lips against your finger sent a shiver down your spine that made its way to your nether regions. 

“Aemond.” You whispered his name. Yet it seemed as if he didn’t hear you. You cleared your throat and spoke clearly, “I think the blood has stopped now.” 

He let go of your hand “Forgive me.” In a panic he turns and heads straight for the door. As he opens the door the guards stop him. 

“Forgive me Prince Aemond but your mother said not to let you leave just yet.” Aemond gave the guard a look. 

“You must be joking.” 

“Sorry my Prince.” The guard shut the door leaving Aemond trapped. 

“Unbelievable.” Aemond made his way over to sit by the fireplace. You both sat in silence for what felt like hours. You watched him as the fire casted a shadow on one side of his face and illuminated the other. 

“Are you always so quick to run away?” You playfully joked. 

 He turned his head quickly to you and was quick to respond, “Maybe if you had not picked at your skin I would not have run away.” 

You were taken aback by his response, almost getting whiplash by his change in tone. Just a minute ago he was gentle with you. “Me? Then maybe you should not have kissed my finger.” 

“You dare argue with me?” He scoffed. 

“Yes and what of it.” You stood up and made your way over to him. “Are you going to have me killed?” 

He laughed and stood up, he towered over you. “No.” He smirked and leaned down at eye level, “I could just do it myself.”  

“And risk another war?” 

“Oh please, your father begged my grandsire for forgiveness. You really think they’d go to war for a daughter?” 

“You must know very well considering they call you kinslayer.” 

“Hold your tongue.” He hissed and grabbed your face firmly. 

“You must know what love for one’s child could make anyone do. What your sister did for her son, and what your mother did for hers.” 

“Do you always speak when you’re told not to?” His voice no longer hinted with any concern he had for you earlier. You felt his breathing become heavy, and his grip tightened. 

“Do I upset you?” You smirked slightly, “Were you expecting someone quiet? Someone who won’t put up a fight?” 

“Like how you put up a fight when I cleaned your blood?” His face moves closer to your ear as he whispers. “You don’t think I could feel you shaking? Or hear your breathing hitch?” 

“What are you doing?” You try to pull away as you feel his hot breath on your neck. 

“Not much of a fight you’re putting up is it.” He kissed your neck, and sucked for just a second. Just enough to make you let out a small whimper. 

“Aemond stop.” You pleaded as he kept teasing you. You felt the heat rising in your body and I’m sure that he felt it too.  

His lips were moving down your neck to your collarbone. He sucked a bit harder, enough to leave a mark, you winced and pushed him away. Without even thinking you slapped him. 

His face turned only slightly, it was almost as if it hadn’t even hurt him. You kept looking at him and noticed the light tint of red on his cheek. Not only that but the corner of his lip began to bleed, the sight of it had distracted you from the stinging pain coming from your palm. 

You hurt him, but he kept pushing. But maybe it was your fault for teasing him. But he practically defiled you before you were even married. He went too far. Yes you were to be married but, what of this mark. What will others think? Will they think you were a whore? Will they question your virtue and think another man has touched you? Will this get your family and you killed? You hadn’t seen this, in fact you hadn’t seen anything regarding Aemond in your dreams or visions. Your thoughts ran wild and you couldn’t stand to be here anymore. It was all overwhelming. What were you doing here? How could your father be so stupid. How could he do this to you? You weren’t some common whore. 

“Forgive me, my Lady. I went to fa-” Before he could even finish what he wanted you were gone. His head turned to hear the doors fling open and your scurrying footsteps. He began to run after you but ran into his mother in the corridor. Alicent had looked back at you and then at her son. She could see his tinted check and the blood. 

“Aemond what did you do?” She wiped the blood off his lip. 

The next two days were spent with you avoiding Aemond at all cost. You had practically locked yourself in your chambers. Thankfully Alicent had permitted it, but that didn’t help much as tomorrow was the day. The day you would be binded to him forever. The whole day was nothing but making sure that your dress still fit and that you were prepped for consummating the marriage. It has plagued your mind. Not even sleep could help with this. 

The sounds of the bells had brought you out of your trance. You don’t even remember how you got up here. But here you were next to Aemond hand in hand about to be trapped. 

As both your hands were tied together the man spoke, “Let it be known that Y/n of House Stark and Aemond of House Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.”

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Are you ever gonna come back? Your work happens to be exactly what I’ve been looking for in a fanfic, right amount of angst, right characters and great storytelling! All the best with college!

Bestie 😭😭

I didn’t think anyone cared tbh

But I want to come back so bad. I’m on thanksgiving break from school but like I’ve been working all week.

But I really do want to continue writing. I have a couple of fic ideas in my notes that I haven’t gotten too.

But like let me know which characters you’d like to see more of cuz that would probably give me more motivation to write more after I get off of work and stuff lol

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Damn college and work is really kicking my ass rn 🥹

I wish I could constantly keep up with writing fan fic, I miss it so much.

I feel bad that I haven’t finished any of my stories.

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I literally disappeared again,,,,I mean it’s summer break now so more time to edit

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… I’m not even active on wattpad anymore. Plus I’ve never talked about this character before. Nor do I have requests anymore…

#i don’t even know this webcomic #or this character #plus like how can you ask #someone that you don’t follow #to write someone #especially if they don’t do asks #like #how

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Am I finally and I mean actually going to edit and upload the story that was once the number one hit on wattpad within the Fatgum # that has not seen the day of light since covid hit back in 2019??

Yes, yes I am. Literally no one cares and this shit is so old. This fic is like 4 years old by now. I doubt anyone remembers this. But it’s my baby, and my first fic so I want to do it some justice and fix it up with my crappy, rusty writting skills. Since I’ve only been writing essays and doing discussions since I finished this fic.

#fatgum fanfic #mha fanfiction

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Cooked My Way To Your Heart |Part 1|

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Part 2 

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu x f!Reader

Warning: Fluff | Eventual Smut | Violence | Angst | Love Triangle

Word Count: 3340

Y/n woke up slightly to the sound of a distant but loud groan Tamaki was making from the kitchen. She had remembered that he mentioned that he was going on a mission today. Before she could even say good luck to him he was already gone, she assumed he was in a rush to leave on time. Getting up from her bed she had made her way to the kitchen. Looking down at the table, she saw the food container that she made him the night before. She panicked and grabbed the container making her way out the door. 

Tamaki walked pretty fast, so by the time Y/n noticed he had left his food he was already halfway to meeting up with Fat Gum. The BMI hero had thought it was a better idea to meet in the small shopping center that his apprentice lived by. Y/n wasn’t the fastest runner so by the time she made it to the shopping center she saw that Tamaki and the Hero had already started to walk away. 

“Tamaki!” She screamed out.

Hearing her voice, he quickly turned around. He felt his face turn red. Her loud scream had brought attention to her, which resulted in people looking at him as well. “Oh god no.” He put his head down to avoid looking at her. 

Fat Gum heard his apprentice and turned around. Had the light not shined on her skin the way that it did he would have chuckled. The woman was in sandals and wearing what he assumed was her pajamas. 

Out of breath Y/n spoke as she caught up to them, “Tamaki, you left your food at home. I know how much you need my food for your missions.” Handing him the food she looked over at the Hero that was next to her little brother. She had to look high considering the man in his hero form was eight feet. She smiled up at him and extended her hand for him to shake, “It’s nice to finally meet you Fat Gum, my brother talks about you all the time.” 

Fat Gum smiled back and shook her hand, unable to look away from her, “Nice to meet ya too.” Pulling back his hand he spoke again, but this time turned to Tamaki, “I had no idea you had a sister.” 

Y/n scoff playfully, “Yeah apparently he has a problem with telling people about me.” 

A meek response came from the seventeen year old, “They all have the same reaction and it just brings more questions that I don’t want to answer.”

“Well you two sure don’t look like each other. Who do you both take after?” Looking back at Y/n he noticed that the difference between them was vast. They really didn’t have any similar features. 

“He takes after our mom the most, his biological mother. I clearly take after my biological parents.” 

“Oh so you’re adopted?” 

“Yeah. I was adopted at 5 though so it was before I could fully proceed a lot so it doesn’t really feel like I was.”

Fat Gum nodded and it got a bit quiet, “Sorry! Didn’t mean to change the mood. But also besides that I just wanted to say thank you for taking care of him. I get really worried about him.” She ruffles his hair while he pulls away. 

“It’s no problem. I do what I can, but he’s a strong kid. Most of the time he protects himself.” Fat Gum too ruffles Tamaki’s hair being greeted with a small glare. 

“Would you two please stop this? You’re attracting attention.” Tamaki pulled on his hood to hide his eyes. “Especially you.” He motioned to her, “You left the house in your pajamas.” 

“Oh come on, Tamaki. How could a beautiful woman like your sister not attract attention? Especially in those clothes.” Fat Gum kept smiling at her, the light blush that appeared on his face was noticeable to anyone. She had heard compliments from a couple of parents whenever she visited Tamaki’s school during conferences, but none of them had ever made her face feel warm like this.

“And that’s the type of response Tamaki hates so much.” Y/n lightly laughed, it was cut short when Tamaki grabbed the food from her hands and started to walk away. 

“You think I can take you on a date tomorrow?” Fat Gum blurted out randomly causing Y/n’s eyes to widen and Tamaki to stop walking. 

“W-what!?” Y/n stuttered. “We just met. You can’t go on a date with someone you just met.” 

“Why not?” Fat Gum said nonchalantly.

“Because you could-” She froze trying to think of an answer. “I don’t know…kidnap me?” 

Fat Gum let out the sweetest laugh, trying not to offend her. “I don’t think that’s possible with me being a hero and all. But come on, one date. What do ya say?” 

Y/n was completely baffled, but she couldn’t help but laugh at how cute his persistence was. “How about we just start off with getting food.”

Fat Gum smiled, “So a date then.” 

The smile on her face just kept growing, “No, just food to get to know each other.” 

Fat Gum mumbled, “That’s technically a date.”. But he spoke back up, “Alright then, meet me by the train station tomorrow, at two.” 

Y/n’s face hurt from all the smiling, “Alright, see you then. Please take care of Tamaki for me.” She walked up to her brother and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “See you at home.” 

She waved goodbye and started to walk back home. Tamaki groaned, “Please don’t go tomorrow. She’s my sister.” 

All Fat Gum could do was smile at the woman walking away. “You heard her. It’s not a date, so don’t worry. I won’t fall in love with her or anything.”

Tamaki groaned, “I hope so.” 

After having left Y/n the two had gone on with their mission. It had been a success that didn’t stop Fat Gum from thinking this would become a bigger issue than it already was.

Tamaki looked at the skinny form of his mentor, “Are you alright? You look tired.” 

Fat Gum smiled at the boy, “Of course!” 

But once he said that he held his side from the sharp pain. He lied, he really felt like shit. “I guess not, I’ll get myself checked out and then go home. You should too, I don’t want your beautiful sister to be worried about you.” Tamaki rolled his eyes at the teasing of his mentor but listened. 

Fat Gum and Tamaki successfully captured the criminals who were selling illegal quirk enhancers. With the many intense hits to the face and stomach Fat Gum had used up his energy which led him to revert to his skinny form. Fat Gum was still able to walk towards the paramedics, and told Tamaki to do the same. 

Once the paramedic was done he told Tamaki he was good to go home. The walk home was long but when he got home he saw that his sister was gone. He could only assume that she had gone to work. He was going to call the restaurant she worked at to tell her he was home but decided not to. 

Tamaki was right. Y/n was at the restaurant using her quick to give food to customers. The restaurant had been packed the whole day. She felt lucky that she had enough servers, but she was reaching her limit. Her head started to hurt and was feeling lightheaded. She was on meal 297, so she could only manage to take a few more customers and close up for the day. She had made enough for today so she felt okay about closing early. 

The line outside the restaurant was closed off. One server told the people outside that Y/n had reached the limit of her quirk, they sighed but understood. After Y/n finished cooking her last meal, as she finished she rubbed her head and sat down. 

“Hey Y/n, you should go home now. We can close up for today.” One of the servers walked over to her. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah! You did a lot today. You should rest.” The server smiled at her. 

She nodded her head and got ready to leave. “Good work today guys. You did good.” 

Y/n made it back home before it got dark. Walking into the house she took off her shoes and set her purse down. She saw Tamaki’s shoes resting inside the house.

“Tamaki you home?” 

Looking up she saw his head pop out of the corner. “Yeah, I made you dinner since I knew you used up your quirk today. It’s not as good as yours but it’s still something.” Y/n could smell the food, it was a familiar smell she loved so much. She made her way to the kitchen to see what he had made. She smiled at him and helped him set up the table. 

As the next day came around she stood in front of the small clock in front of the train station as she waited for Fat Gum. She continued to look around for him, it was about to turn three and this man still hadn’t shown up. She started to think that he stood her up. She thought to herself, ‘Why am I even worried that he stood me up. It’s not like this is a date or anything.’

Y/n sighed and pulled out her phone to confirm the time. When she locked the phone she looked up to see a stranger smiling as he towered over her. She was startled and moved back.  Although he was towering over her she couldn’t deny the fact that he was quite handsome. 

“Excuse me, do you need anything?” She could feel her face heat up at how close he had gotten to her.

“Oh sorry, I must look different to you since you’ve never seen me this way. But it’s me. Fat Gum. But just call me Taishiro, you know since we were out in public.” He gave her his famous smile. It was the same smile he gave her yesterday. A loving smile that could win over anyone. 

That smile proved to her that it was really him. But by the look of his face she had gotten a bit worried. He had bandages on his face. She moved closer to him, she had put her hand on his cheek. Fat was surprised by this, he flinched a bit at the pain. But with her hand on his cheek he felt them start to heat up and turn red. 

“You’re hurt, why’d you come if you were hurt?  You should be at home resting.” 

He just smiled more, putting his hand on her’s, he slowly removed it and lightly held her hand.

“Well I knew I had a pretty woman waiting for me so I couldn't just let her wait forever. But I’d also like to apologize for being late. It hurt a bit to get up from bed. I hope you’d let me repay you for being late.” He moved her hand to his lips, giving it a light kiss. 

Y/n moved her hand away slowly after the kiss, her face getting a bit warm. She stood there shocked, his flirting was a bit much for her. She tried to get her eyes off him but it was hard, she cleared her throat and spoke “Well um, you can think about how you want to repay me later. But today I thought I’d just cook for you.” She began to walk ahead of him in the direction of her restaurant.

“Are you sure?” He asked a bit too excited. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. Plus you’re hurt. I’d rather us not spend too much time walking around.” 

He caught up to her like it was nothing, seeing as he was practically a giant, “Well. I hope you can make a lot then, because I love to eat.” 

She laughed, “Oh I know, my brothers told me. He says your favorite is takoyaki too.” 

His face lit up. “Yeah! I really like it!” 

Y/n giggled at his excitement, “You’re really cute you know that.” She stopped walking, she couldn’t believe what came out of her mouth. It was just an impulse. 

“You think I’m cute?” Fat had put his arm on her shoulder and leaned down to her level. 

She scoffed, “No, that was a slip of the tongue. Like muscle memory, an accident.” She tried to play it off. It didn’t really work. 

“Hm” Now in front of her looking down at her, he smirked at her as he looked her up and down. “Sure. Whatever you say.” He pulled away and began to walk ahead of her. 

She sighs but she feels a smile creep on her face. “In your dreams, food boy.” 

Having reached their destination, Fat Gum stood in front of Y/n’s restaurant, ‘Food Mania’. It wasn’t huge nor was it small, in a way it felt just right. 

Looking back at her, Fat Gum smiled. “It’s a really nice place. Why’d we go to a restaurant? Didn't you say you were gonna cook for me?” The idea of her owning had yet to cross his mind. 

“Oh, well I told my customers and servers that I was going to close today for an important guest.” Walking to the front door she took out her keys and opened the door to let him walk in first.  

When entering, Fat Gum looked around. He enjoyed the warm feeling the restaurant gave him. It was like you were eating at home, it felt like home. The walls were a warm orange color, the tables were a mustard yellow, and the chairs were a light wood color. “This is your restaurant?” He asked as she led him to a table that was already set up nicely. 

“Yup.” She rolled out a cart that had more plates. “So for each plate you get to pick any meal you want that on the menu.” 

He looked at all the plates that were on the cart, “Are you saying I can have eight plates of Takoyaki?” He looked at her baffled. 

Y/n nodded her head, “Yup. And if eight isn’t enough then I’ll make you more.” She smiled at him. 

Looking at her warm smile Fat Gum felt heat creeping up on his face. He loved her smile, it felt so inviting and familiar. He watched as she rubbed her hands together, after that she put her left hand above her right one, closing her eyes, she concentrated on the flavor of Takoyaki. A second later it was made, she repeated the process to the rest of the seven plates. Fat Gum looked at her in awe, he was amazed by her quirk.  

He forgot about his food for a second as he watched as she created her own meal. After making it she looked up to see his food untouched. 

“Fat Gum? Is everything alright?” She resisted the urge to lean over and feel his forehead to check if he was feeling sick. 

He got nervous when she looked at him, looking away he picked up a toothpick and grabbed a takoyaki ball. “Please just call me Taishiro. And to answer your question yes I-” He stopped talking as soon as the takoyaki went into his mouth. He couldn’t believe the flavor.

He stopped talking, and now she really began to worry. “Was it not good? I mean I haven’t had them in a while.” She reached over to taste one. 

Taishiro finished chewing and grabbed her hand, “It’s perfect. If anything, this is the best takoyaki I’ve ever had.” 

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” Smiling at Y/n, Taishiro continued to eat the rest of them while she watched. She couldn’t help but smile at his remark. She’s heard it before and it never failed to make her happy. After his remark she started to eat. Y/n didn’t notice by the time she started eating Taishiro had finished his food and was just watching her eat. It took her a while to finally notice he was watching her. 

When looking up she could see him smiling, she felt her face heat up. 

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” Taishiro’s smile had shifted to one of a somber look and curiosity. 

“Sure, ask me anything.”

“Why are you taking care of Tamaki instead of your parents?” He asked bluntly. 

“Oh well it’s kind of simple, our parents decided to finally start traveling. When I turned eighteen they left the house to me and have been traveling ever since. They give us money to help pay the bills. That’s all there is to it.” She answered normally 

“And you’re okay with that?” 

She looked at him a bit confused, “Why wouldn’t I be. I love Tamaki, he’s my little brother. I’d do anything for him. I mean, I do what I can, my quirk isn’t as helpful as I’d like it to be but I can’t change that.” 

“He’s lucky to have a sister like you. ” 

“You think so? If anything, I think it’s the other way around. I'm lucky to have him. He’s a good kid.” 

“Do you mind telling me more about yourself? I know if I ask Tamaki he won’t tell me anything.”

Y/n laughed but gave into his request, for the whole day they talked to each other about themselves. They told each other their hobbies, what they loved, everything that came to mind. By the time they finished talking it was already eight. Since it was dark Taishiro offered to walk her home, she gladly accepted. 

She told him he didn’t need to walk her to her door, that outside the gate was fine but he insisted. “I had fun today, it was good getting to know you today. I enjoyed it.” She smiled up at him. 

He blushed hearing her say that, “I enjoyed today too. Thank you for your cooking. I really enjoyed it. I hope I can taste more of it soon. Maybe this time it could be-” Unconsciously he could feel himself start to lean towards her, his words fading as he got closer. Y/n could feel her face heat up. She could feel herself move closer. One hand was on his chest as their faces got closer, their faces inches apart and eyes now closed. 

“Ahem.”

Opening their eyes they turned to look at the sound. There stood Tamaki with a can of soda in his hand. He squinted his eyes at both of them. 

“It’s a bit too early to be kissing isn’t it?”

They moved away from each other quickly, both had heated faces and looked away from Tamaki. 

“Thank you for walking my sister home Fat Gum but I think you should be going home too, it’s getting pretty late.” 

“Tamaki” Y/n said in a tone, and lightly hit his arm. 

“No it’s alright. He’s right.” Taishiro turned to Y/n as he smiled at her as he grabbed her hand gently and placed his lips on it. 

“Thank you again for today. Like I was trying to say last time. Hopefully the next time we do this again, it'll be a real date. But for now I should say goodnight and let you decide that.” He let her hand go and waved goodbye. 

It always baffled her when his demeanor changed from playful to flirty. Seeing his sister star struck by his own mentor was odd and made him feel icky. Trying to ignore what this could possibly turn into, he turned around and began to walk back in the house, “Let's go in. It’s getting cold.” 

Snapping out of it she responded, “Okay, I’ll be right in.” Looking down at her hand she smiled. She was glad she had accepted to get to know him, it was something new, something she needed. Something good to help keep down what she tried so hard to forget. 

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The Mongrel And His Lady

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All characters are written during the timeskip which puts them in their 20′s for both NSFW and SFW. SFW will only be written for pre-time skip.

Part 1 | Part 2 

Pairing: Knight! Ushijima x Royal f!Reader

Warning: Smut with Plot (lots of plot) | Fluff | Angst | Love Triangle | 

Word Count: 1043

Part of @introloves collab:

Once Upon A Time

A/n: Unedited , work and school literally has a hold on me. I wasn’t able to get much out. And I have like work in like 7 hours. I’ll make a part 2 but just combine it…rn it felt rushed but with the rest of it the pacing will be better…I hope…

Your gasps could be heard from the corridor. “My gods, how tight does this need to be? I could barely breathe.”

“Just a bit more my Lady.” Your maid said as she tightened the last string on your corset. “Are you excited my Lady?”

“For?” You ask, taking deep breaths in.

“For meeting the Prince. Maybe this time you’ll actually like this suitor, I mean he is the prince.” You were about to answer when you were cut off but a deep chuckle. Both you and your maid look up at the sound.

“When have you ever seen her excited to meet a suitor? Much less a snobby prince.” Your appointed knight spoke as he leaned against the doorway watching as your maid hurried to get you dressed.

“Sir Ushijima, you know you aren’t supposed to be in here while our Ladyship is dressing. Please leave.” You watched as your other maid tried to shoo him away.

“Oh please Marie. Don’t waste your time with that mongrel, he never listens. Not when we were kids and most certainly not now.” You maintain eye contact with him as your dress goes on.

He said nothing, only turning away from you. His gaze was now afar, looking at nothing but the curtains that blew in the cool spring breeze. Your eyes stayed on him, it was strange, he had always gotten like this when there was a suitor. Quiet, more aggressive, and just always kept his eyes from wandering anywhere on you when you looked at him long enough. Somewhere behind those cold eyes of his looked like there was…pain.

Perhaps that was why you had never picked any of the suitors. The look he had each time you stood next to a suitor made your heart drop, the pit of your stomach would always feel empty. The look of his cold eyes looking empty made you want to do nothing but comfort him. But you knew you couldn’t. If you could, why wouldn't your father name him as a suitor?

When the two of you got older was when your father started to separate you. You no longer played outside with him, your responsibilities were to study and learn the ways of the manor. There was no longer fun involved in any daily activities. But late at night Wakatoshi would always sneak you away to the small lake on the outskirts of the manor that had the most beautifullest big oak tree. A tree that you two sat at for hours, years. The last time you had been there was when you were fifteen, it’s been six years since then. Later that same year was when your father started to find suitors, and when Wakatoshi started to act cold towards you.

“My Lady?” Marie called out to you as soon as she finished with the last button on your dress.

Being brought out of your thoughts you looked up at her, “Yes?”

“You’re all ready.” She had a smile on her face as she rushed you towards the door. “Now Sir Ushijima, I expect you to deliver our Ladyship to her father and the Prince in one piece.”

“When have I not?” He began to walk ahead of you, not even taking a moment to look at you.

The walk was silent and filled with dread. His presence felt more cold, his body was stiff, all you wanted to do was grab his arm and run to that oak tree.

“When will you stop looking at me like that?” His deep voice broke the silence.

“Like what?”

“I could feel your eyes on me. Just stop.”

“Like what?” You repeated the question slowing down your pace that had been matching his.

“Just stop.”

He could no longer hear or feel you behind him, turning back he sees you standing in the middle of the corridor. Your eyes glimmering as if you were to cry, it was a look he knew too often.

“How am I looking at you?” Your eyes deceived your tone of voice and he knew it. Wakatoshi sighed and stood in his place.

“Like you think I’m weak.”

“What!?” You scoffed, “I’m worried, not pitying you.”

“Well stop.” He gestures for you to continue to walk down the corridor.

You didn’t walk and he grew irritated. “What seems to be bothering you since you want to speak of it so much.”

“You. How you’ve been acting, and just-” You paused, hoping to find the right words, “You’ve changed so much. We haven't spoken more than a couple of words for six years.”

“Why think of that now?” His cold gaze still on you.

“Because-” You couldn’t bring herself to say it.

“Because what?” You still didn’t speak, “Let’s not waste any time. Your father is waiting.” He began to walk even if you didn’t.

“Because I don’t want to marry the Prince! I want to marry you!” He stopped in his tracks. He quickly turned back to look at you and the small regret on your face. He turned to see if anyone was around.

Seeing that there was no one he walked quickly towards you and took you into the nearest room.

“What the hell are you talking about!” He raised his voice at you. Small amount of tears began to build up.

“I-”

“You don’t know what you want.” He walked towards you, closing in the distance as your back reached the wall of the broom closet. “Why couldn’t you keep your mouth shut?”

Before you could speak again he lowered his face to your neck. You could feel the warmth of this breath crawl down your spine. “Don’t you know how hard it’s been?” His lips hovering over your neck, “I’m a man you know. And my patience for you is wearing thin.”

His lips kiss your neck. Slowly, and down they went to your collarbone, below that, to the top of your breast. “I-I love you. I always have.” Your breath hitched as he went back up your neck. “Why do you think I haven’t picked a suitor? I only want you.”

“Yeah? In what way?” His hands began to trail over your breast, and down while his other began to lift up your skirt.

“Every way.”

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A tale as old as time; retold from passing mouths and written into our lives — now it’s your turn to spin the cornerstone tales we’ve come to know.

Synopsis; an open collab where the topic is fairy tales! from princesses and princess, dragons and knights — pick your poison and chose what story and cliches from the times of old you’ll rewrite our favorites in!

Fandoms; haikyuu!, my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, genshin impact, naruto, demon slayer.

Tropes include but are not limited to;

princesses / princes, knights, fairy tales (cinderella, snow white, big bad wolf, etc), fairies, curses, monsterfucking (dragons, hybrids), happily ever after, true loves kiss, love at first glance, forbidden romances, etc.

Rules;

1) all characters written in a nsfw setting must be CANONICALLY of age in their respective series.

2) must be 18+ to enter.

3) nsfw / sfw is accepted; dc is accepted but please tag accordingly.

4) word count must not be less than 650 words, drabbles, headcanons are accepted — just make sure the word count has been met.

5) fanart, writing, other forms of art are accepted.

6) send an ask to my blog to be included! please tell me what character you’re writing for and the trope you’ve picked.

7) repeat of characters are accepted!

8) please reblog this post!

9) when posted tag me and post with the tag, #ouatintroloves

Due date; March 4th, 2022

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