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moonit3 · 2 months
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I really want to see a pt 2 of yandere harem
glad to hear that, anon! and this time, I bring some lore with it(?) since i got a little to excited for this one.
༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ ▫ CONCUBINE HAREM▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ
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➽ context warnings: female and male yandere, mentioned stalking, mentioned stealing underwear, forced affection, gn! reader, harem towards reader, reader gets blackmailed by one of the concubines.
➽ word count: 1.5 k
➽ synopsis: after a small talk with your father, your heart get more confused to choose one of the many people to marry.
➽ yandere! concubine harem x gn! reader
➽ a/n: it took a time to finish this one (got distracted by playing alien: isolation which i will never finished it btw), but today i bring this to my precious readers! im glad to have so many people knowing my works and i hope to keep all of you around to enjoy more of my writings.
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“my child,” here we go again. “i have hope that the palace would be filled with my grandchildren by now. but it’s seems that you’ve no progress with the concubines.”
you blink in disbelief. it’s true that you have failed to make any type of progress to give heirs to the throne, but father didn’t need to say it loud and clear to the servants around to hear.
“w-well, it’s my fault.” the tea inside your cup is nowhere to be finished, not when you can barely open your mouth without embarrassing yourself. “i find difficult to be close with the concubines. they are so touchy, so straightforward and some of them even scary me.”
father raised his eyebrows, curious about your words about the many people living inside the palace’s walls with you. “the most powerful person in the empire scared of some women and men that are just really into you, doesn’t it sound ridiculous?” he laughed, of course he would, this man always manages to find a way to laugh at your unusual behavior. in a good away though.
“listen to me, father!” your fist slammed onto the table, almost sending utensils and father’s empty glass to the ground. it surprised the former emperor and now he looked at you with serious concern. “they are acting strange recently…some of them steal my personal belongings, intimate clothings and every night i wake up with at least one of them next to me!”
the silence took over you and father. it’s embarrassing that your cheeks grown redder when you spoken those words to him, it’s horrible the look he has in his face and isn’t saying anything. luckily, the servants are no longer around to hear more of the conversation when you gain courage to speak again.
“i don’t like them touching me like that, so intimately and in a sexual manner! any of them asked if i am comfortable with that nor respect my boundaries.“ you replied, this time drinking the entire tea from the cup to refresh your throat. “…do you understand me, father? i know that you haven’t any problems when you were married to the a bunch of women and a man, but still. they are so overbearing.”
father stayed quiet. his piercing eye looking up and down at your figure, analyzing you like he always did when you were a small child. however, this time he look more goofy? a smile grown on his lips with a clap of his hands.
“why didn’t you told me earlier, my child?” his smile grown, making you wonder what has planned to do behind your back. “i might be known as the most cold hearted emperor back when i was leading the territory, but i still your father who will be at your side always.”
a sense of calmness took over your body, “that’s nice to hear, father.” you replied. “so, this mean you will help me with the situation, right?”
“no.” he laughed.
“no?! b-but you said you will by my side when i need!”
when he stopped laughing, father patted your head like he always did when you were a small kid and gave you a small red velvet box to your hands. it doesn’t take a genius to know what rest inside the box, that only makes your body return to a more embarrassed mode. looking into father’s eye again, he still has that smile on his lips, but now there is that sense of intimation in the air.
“i will be going on a small trip for the a year or two and once i return to visit you again, i hope there will be children in the family.” with his final words, he left you alone at the gazebo to think about what he said.
kids. the thoughts of having them always sounded a far reality to you when you weren’t the emperor. back when your older siblings were in the line to success the throne, they would’ve numerous children as expected, but with all of them buried seven feet underground, you are responsible to have heir to be the next generation for the empire…
the red velvet box inside your palm only forced the idea of children inside your mind. even with the obligation of having them, you won’t be a bad parent like mother was—no, you will be a good one or at least, try better than her.
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laying down at bed, you think about what father told earlier today. he wants to you to become closer to the concubines and give a hero to he throne before he comes back, a tough quest. nevertheless to say that will be difficult to do when you barely manage to stay calm around the many people flirting with you without shame.
the red velvet box remain on your hand, admiring the diamond ring inside it. the jewelry looks perfect, suitable for the one you will choose to be your spouse, the one who will be above the rest of the concubines…but who? there are so many of them to choose from and you know everyone will try to kill your hypothetical spouse after the announcement.
then sudden, a knock at your door makes you quickly hide the red velvet box under your pillow before asking who is there.
“my love!” you could hear a concubine calling for you at the entrance of your chamber. "may we come in? Please, we won't be a bother! we just want to spend some time in your company."
we? you lift your head to see not one, but at least six of them standing in front the door with most of them wearing pajamas and nightgowns like it’s already time to sleep. some of them are smiling brightly while others hide their face behind pillows. this can’t be real…
you stare at them in silence, questioning if you should dismiss them away, but you know if you don’t let them come inside, they will began to cry and make you feel bad about it.
“fine,” you replied. “you guys can come…but no fighting.“
with your permission, all of them made their way to your immense bed and find a comfortable spot to lay close to your body. feeling their eyes watching you and hearing the gossips between them don’t help you rest, only makes you feel a little awkward between them.
one of your hand is being held by some of the concubines, feeling their scarred finger teasing the palm of your hand with giggles escaping their lips. thankfully, they don’t bother to hold your other hand which is resting underneath your pillows, not knowing that you are hiding the ring away from their preying eyes.
closing your eyes, you wished to fall asleep instantly after a long day of working, but that don’t happen. not when one of the concubines snuggle themselves into your chest, resting their head at your pillow and giving you a sly smile.
“your majesty,” their voice is so lower than a whisper to avoid the others to hear what they will say at you. “i saw you talking with the former emperor earlier today.”
oh god. you already can see where this conversation is going.
their legs crossed into yours, preventing you from getting away from their touch and without much option, you have to let them being so close with you. “he gave you the same ring he used to propose to the previous empress. and i know he won’t never do that unless you are ready to choose one of if to marry.” their face got closer to your neck, ready to tease you.
“i hope you keep it a secret,” you replied. it’s clear that you are getting anxious because of them, you should’ve been more aware of your surroundings back then. “things will get wilder if the others find out and we don’t want that, right?”
“of course not.” their finger hold your chin, forcing you too look at their brown eyes. “but only if you have something to offer, your majesty. perhaps something more than a kiss. how about a night? just the two of us at my chamber.”
thankfully, the other concubines are already sleeping all over the bed, leaving you and the green haired to talk alone. regardless, this don’t change the fact that you don’t have much control for the situation.
“if that what you wish.” your eyes watch them grabbing the red velvet box from under your pillow, quickly putting it inside their clothing. “then, how about tomorrow night?”
they nodded, giving you a kiss at your cheek before smiling. “it’s a deal, your majesty.” they return to rest at your pillow, but not before giving you a final glance. “now, how about you get some rest? after all, tomorrow night will be a moment to celebrate between us.”
hearing them snoring gave you a moment to think alone, it’s fun to think the most powerful person of the empire just felt completely helpless at a moment like this.
father would be disappointed at you.
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fuckmycrane · 6 months
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Moon — Thomas Shelby.
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— CW: 18+!, smut. breeding kink, (slight) housewife kink, mentions of kidnaping. Age gap. | word count: 1.7k. (not proofread!)
— a/n: I have no clue from where this came from. I'm not in the best mindset and this happened. This is also my first time writing for Tommy so don't hate me lol. This isn't canon compliant ig because I don't want it to be. I just want him so bad it's not even funny.
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Vulnerability. 
It was a word he never thought he’d truly understand the meaning of. 
It was always meant to be a secret. Why? Because good things don’t last long— not for him. Never for him. 
And every time he is away from you, it is a constant heartache that not even the strongest alcohol or an insane amount of tobacco could ease. He wishes he could steal the moon from the dark skies of Birmingham and hand it to you, he knows how much you love the moon. Night after night, he raises his head to stare at it for hours, wondering where are you, if you are thinking about him as much as he is thinking of you.
Wondering if you love him as much as he loves you.
Love. Such a funny word. A meaning both so full and so empty.
He wishes he could steal you. 
He knows how much he loves you.
It is always better to be safe than sorry— that’s why he secluded you, and you understood. Perhaps it was the naivety granted by your young age, or maybe it was your blind love for a man who was doomed since the day he was born. Whatever it was, it kept both of your hearts attached, beating as one; watching the same moon.
He counts the days, the hours, and sometimes even the minutes; he is a smart man, he knows where you are and with whom, he knows what dress you wore and who you talked to. And he does it for love. Or even obsession. A strange urge that creeps into him every night when he thinks of you after a long day of work— an urge to be loved. He counts the days, the hours, and sometimes even the minutes until he is able to see you again. To hide under that perfect, warm blanket that is your arms, your kisses, your body. 
In front of your front door, he knocks even though he knows the door is open. He has guards on every corner, eyes on every window. He already lost too many precious things in his life. He can’t afford to lose you. He built you a house, a paradise for you to enjoy, cherish and take care of. He gave you everything you could ask for, even more. Growing up, you never experienced the same deficiencies and struggles he did, you never had to lift a single finger and that’s alright for him. Because on those days when he feels powerless and exhausted, he knows he can always ride back home, and regain that power by standing next to you. 
Home. Home. Home.
“Tommy!” The squeak of excitement makes the long trip worth it. Everything is worth it if it comes to you.
He hugs you, keeping you tight against his chest wishing he could stay that way forever, basking in your delicate soul, your selfless heart. Thomas calls your name in an affectionate way that no one could evoke in such a genuine way. He kisses you with such passion that makes your blood boil and your heart flutter.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, ignoring how his mind scolds him for the hint of vulnerability that laces his voice. 
Placing your hands over your stomach, his body tenses at the small bump underneath your expensive, tailored dress. “We feel good, we missed you— I missed you” You reply with adoration. He is finally here.
“I’m here,” He says as if you needed confirmation that he is in fact in front of you. 
“How is everyone?” 
“Good” He places a large hand over your stomach, rubbing it with his palm. “Ada keeps asking me when I will bring you back to Small Heath”
“And when will that be?” Your question gives him a pang of guilt. He wishes he could have an answer, his face says it all. “It’s alright, love. I understand things are… difficult”
“Enough about that” He breathes, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. He wants the distraction, he wants the warmth, he wants you. “I’m here to see my wife, not to talk about work”
With a giggle, you kiss him. “Fine. Whatever you want”
And he loves that. He loves how willing to please you are. He loves how you let him guide you upstairs, undress you, and adore you. Thomas’ hands caress the small bump in your stomach as he carefully lifts his hips to thrust deeper, enjoying every small moan and gasp. Normally he isn’t this gentle, but he will never harm you or your baby. With his occasional grunts and pants, he grabs your thighs, increasing his pace. Watching you bounce on top of him is a heavenly sight and is in these moments when he is sure you are an angel sent from heaven from him. He might not believe in God but whatever exists in this cruel world granted him with a Goddess.
“I m–missed you” You moan digging your nails into the pale skin of his shoulders. “I missed you s–so much”
That damn wave of vulnerability washes over him, the bed creaks with your combined weight, creating a delicious, sinful melody that he evokes on those nights when he is too desperate for your body and has to find relief in his own hands. 
His large hands cup your breasts, paying attention to your swollen, sensitive nipples. Thomas pinches them gently watching you tremble. He can already imagine them full and heavy, ready to take care of the baby that you are expecting— his baby. A louder groan falls down his lips at the thought. Such a wonderful mother you will be. Such a perfect, precious housewife. 
Such an angel sent from heaven.
“I love how you look” He confesses in a husky fashion, bouncing your tits in his calloused palms. “I can’t wait to see you— to see you all round and heavy with my baby”
His words send a shiver down your spine, clenching around him and making Thomas hiss from the raw pleasure of your tight pussy. “Please— don’t stop”
“I wasn’t plannin’ on, doll”
Thomas dares to increase the pace, using one hand to grope your ass to keep balance. Your moans also increase in volume, igniting the primal desire to claim you inside of him. “You are so fucking tight— I will fucking pump another baby into you as soon as you have this one”
You nod fervently, closing your eyes and scratching his chest. “Yes! I’ll have as many as you want Tommy— anything you want! Anything”
The loyalty he so loves. 
His lust wins over his composure for a moment, landing a sharp slap over your asscheek that makes you whine and clench again causing him to grit his teeth. He is aware of how much you adore it when he is rough with you, he thrives on the submission you gave him since day one. Unable to help himself, your husband slaps your ass repeatedly, relishing the cries of pleasure that call him like a siren to a poor, lost sailor. 
“Say you are mine” He grunts after another hard slap. He isn’t going to last any longer. Not with such a breathtaking view. 
“I belong to you!” You comply instantly. “I am y–yours! I’ve always been” He knows you are telling the truth. That’s why he had to take you away from your home, to manipulate you in order to give up your last name, to cast you under his spell— that’s why he had to have you since he first landed eyes on you. 
But at the end of the day, he was the one wrapped around your finger.
He is the one wrapped around the velvety, soft walls of your cunt, squeezing him for dear life and silently begging him to breed you, use you, claim you…
Love you.
With a strained cry, you come around him. He could watch you unravel on top of him for hours— in fact, he has.  Your movements were slow, deliberate, and intense. He could feel his breath hitch as you moved, and his heart raced as you arrived at your climax. His gaze was unwavering as he watched you ride out the waves of your pleasure. Thomas followed you seconds after, moaning your name under his breath; he fills you up just the way you both adore, it’s evident that when the hours pass, time is the only thing left to waste. Panting above him, he carefully settles you next to him, spooning you and keeping his softening cock inside of you. This is how he wants to end every day, to wake up every morning. 
Kissing your sweaty neck, he breathes you in, memorizing your scent once again. He knows his time with you is limited before someone notices his absence and begins to track him. Thomas needs to be two steps ahead of anyone. Your soft giggles make him smile, a genuine smile that feels so foreign to him. Under the darkness of your bedroom, his hands caress your hot skin, providing you with the heat and care he knows you crave. 
“I love you” You whisper, closing your eyes and falling asleep rather quickly. He listens to your heavy breathing, peaceful and unbothered; and that’s how he wishes it could stay forever. Away from worries, stress, fear. 
“I love you, more than you can imagine” He musters, hiding his face on the crook of your neck.
It’s true. Because love is such a funny word that gives him such a funny feeling. 
A warm, fuzzy feeling.
He opens his eyes, raising his head to look at the windows. The curtains are wide open, the weak glow of the full moon casting a divine glow over your naked body. His lips land on your shoulder, allowing the sensation to wash over him. It's a moment of peace and serenity, a moment in time that will never be forgotten. A moment he doesn’t want to end. 
Tomorrow. Tomorrow he will bring you back where you belong. It doesn’t matter the consequences, it doesn’t matter if the whole world finds out Thomas Shelby was the one who kidnaped Jack Nelson’s younger sister. As long as he has you, he is alive.
And he swears it to the moon.
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good-chimes · 9 months
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THE RULES OF BUTTERCUP CAMP
Rule 1: No friendly fire in the camp.
Rule 1a: NO GRAVEL, NO SAND, NO FALLING BLOCKS
Rule 1b: SCAR THIS MEANS YOU
--- I dont know What you’re talking about
--- You know exactly what I’m talking about!
Rule 1c: Grian is not allowed to make Scar strip down to his underwear on the Perimeter edge to ‘find all the sand’; this makes us look bad in front of Doc.
--- He had it in his SHOE
--- counter-rule!! Actually this makes us look GReat in front of doc. my abs intimidate him.
--- There’s no such thing as a ‘counter rule’ and your abs don’t intimidate anyone
--- mumbo agrees with me!!
--- I. Um. I just think Scar’s abs could be good PR. I’d be impressed if I were Doc.
Rule 2: All Buttercups must remember at all times that Doc is the enemy and we are here to TAKE HIM DOWN.
Rule 3: Goateater is not allowed to eat Mumbo’s pillow.
Rule 3a: we should leave GOateater alone because she’s doing her Best
--- Scar, she’s doing her best to eat my pillow!
--- this is proving resorcefullness and initive like a good Buttercup!
Rule 4: Mumbo’s cooking tastes like a camping mat and he’s not allowed on the cooking rota
Rule 5: grian cant cook us eggs for more than 2 meals in one day
Rule 6: I have to say I agree with Rule 5.
--- Mumbo needs to LEARN HOW RULES WORK
--- and also stop being RUDE about my COOKING
Rule 7: Goateater is not allowed in Mumbo’s bed under any circumstances.
--- mumbo is biased against Goateater!!
--- Then make her sleep in your bed, Scar!
Rule 8: Grian is allowed to push Scar into the Perimeter if he does the sand thing one more time
Rule 9: Grian is allowed to push Scar into the Perimeter if he refuses to put a shirt back on and is being really obnoxious about it
Rule 10: Grian is allowed to push Scar into the Perimeter if he keeps snoring at night
--- Mate, we’re getting some expansion of powers here that I’m not entirely comfortable with.
--- yknow its not tJHAT Bad
--- Okay, so, Scar, listen, just because you’ve never minded doesn’t mean Grian should be able to do what he likes. This is setting a precedent. We need to talk about this.
Rule 11: Grian is allowed to push anyone into the Perimeter for any reason necessary
--- I told you! I TOLD you!
--- Cmon Mumbo a man’s gotta have hobbies
--- Not threats-of-immediate-violence-to-his-two-closest-friends hobbies!
--- WAnt some sand?
--- I CAN LITERALLY SEE WHAT YOU TWO WRITE HERE. SCAR I AM COMING FOR YOU.
--- Good LUck :)
Rule 12: Grian is not allowed to keep stealing Mumbo’s HotGuy poster for his own tent then denying it.
Rule 12a: Grian is encouraged to get his own poster or pay Mumbo 16 diamonds.
Rule 13: Buttercups are reminded to focus their efforts on DOC and how everything is DOC’S FAULT, not SPYING ON THEIR FRIENDS about POSTERS.
Rule 14: Goateater is not allowed in Mumbo’s entire tent.
Rule 15: Goateater is allowed whrever she likes, including in MUmbos tent.
Rule 16: Scar is not allowed to write rules that contradict previous rules.
Rule 17: Mumbo is not allowed to do that either!!
Rule 17a: If Mumbo and Scar don’t stop fighting over the rules board and GET US SOME DRINKING WATER LIKE THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO then Grian gets to throw them both in the Perimeter
--- I thought everything was Doc’s fault.
--- Sometimes it’s your fault, Mumbo!
Rule 18: Look, can we have some sort of punishment here that isn’t ‘Grian pushes people in the perimeter?’ Only he’s not pushing himself in the perimeter, and last night he blew up a firework experiment in the campfire and took half my moustache off.
Rule 18a: That was obviously Doc’s fault.
--- I don’t think it’s Doc’s fault if you did it yourself! In fact, you’re the reason we’re here in the first place. There’s sand in my sleeping bag and I’ve lost half my moustache and Goateater keeps eating my shoes!
--- also I gotta pointout G you never paid me for those fireworks
--- Listen, Buttercups, the rules are very clear about who’s to blame. It’s Doc’s fault.
--- That’s pretty rich coming from you, Grian!
--- also goateater is perfect and hasn’t done anything wrong
--- Shut up, Scar, this is Grian’s fault. I’m making a new rule.
Rule 19: I think we should blame Grian for everything
Rule 20: I secnd this rule
Rule 21: Oh, yeah? Well, I think we should blame SCAR for getting me BAD FIREWORKS
Rule 21a: those were top quality scarland fireworks, Mister!
Rule 22: It was Scar who technically broke the tunnel bore so he’s the reason we’re here
Rule 23: I mean, I guess—Scar, mate, you did do that.
Rule 24: I think we should blame Scar for everything
Rule 25: now wait A MINute
Rule 26: Yes, honestly, it’s mainly Scar’s fault.
Rule 27: Its not!
Rule 28: It’s either you or Grian. I think either way we can all agree I’m the innocent victim here.
Rule 29: What – okay, fine, new plan! I think we should blame MUMBO for everything!
Rule 30: yeah!
NEW RULE: MUMBO IS BANISHED FROM THE BUTTERCUP CAMP
NEW RULE: OH I AM, AM I? WELL THEN, GRIAN IS BANISHED FROM THE BUTTERCUP CAMP!
NEW RULE: OKAY! I GUESS THIS IS MY CAMP NOW! IM MOVING JELLIE INTO YOUR TENTS AND SERVS YOU BOTH RIGHT!
Rule 34: Guys?
Rule 35: …guys?
board suspended :(
Rule 36: fine I’m back
Rule 37: strewing my bed with cherry blossom wasn’t actually necessary
Rule 38: Aw, Scar, you shouldn’t have.
--- i missed you guys
--- I missed you guys too!
--- It’s been TWENTY MINUTES
--- admit it G you missed us
--- Fine I did
--- But I think I have time for a second shot
--- GRIAN
--- joking <3
Rule 39: All previous rules are suspended.
Rule 1: It’s Doc’s fault.
Rule 2: Grian is still allowed to push people into the perimeter.
--- mumbo, wheres Goateater?
--- Special mission, mate, don’t worry about it.
WHY HAS SOMETHING **EATEN** ALL MY ***CROCS***!
YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS, BUTTERCUPS!!
– G.O.A.T.
p.s. Also kindly return my hotguy poster, Grian, I know that this was you
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ellecdc · 1 month
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We need dating remus lupin general headcanons with YOUR wonderful writing. Please. 🫶🏻
I don't know if this is my best work - but hopefully this is what you were looking for. Thanks for being here with me &lt;3
Dating Remus Lupin Headcanons
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This man was completely oblivious to the draw he had on other people – including you. His quiet, sarcastic, mischievous but kind persona meant he had a lot of admirers that he never did anything about 
I fully believe Remus Lupin was the biggest flirt without necessarily realizing it (or if he did realize it, it wasn’t a conscious action - he really didn’t mean to be flirty, he just was)
Also don’t believe he knew how fuckin’ hot he was: denim jackets, oversized cardigans and knitted jumpers, converse, beanies - like he always looked so comfortable and casual but so put together despite of it?
Stealing his clothes is actually a dream of mine – his denim jacket with patches sewed on and a hole or two????? Need it
Curling up in one of his sweaters and warm socks by the fire? Fuckin’ hell 
His friends knew better than to ever try to (outwardly) set him up with anyone since he was so damn stubborn, so they would just happen to be in the library at the same time as you [the person they’d seen him bantering with in class time and time again] and also just happen to say hey and decide to catch up with you and then also just happen to sit at your table since they were already standing here talking to you anyway.
Forced library dates that neither of you really realized were dates, courtesy of his friends 
Remus caught on after a little while what his friends were trying to do, but didn’t mention anything in case you hadn’t realized yourself; he wouldn’t want to embarrass you
And welcome to the one thing we all sort of hate about Remus Lupin: he of course believed nothing would/could/should ever come about between the two of you
I believe him to be somewhat flighty – the second he realizes he’s falling for you, or, God forbid, realizes you’re falling for him – he hightails it 
Not for long though, I really don’t see James Potter letting him get away with that (Remus is stubborn so he gets ‘his way’ for at least a little before James forces the two of your out of your mutual misery)
I think you guys would grow closer and closer without ever actually saying anything about it:
Sitting beside each other would turn into leaning against one another
Leaning against one another would become the odd cuddle session 
Walking together to class would turn into a gentle hand on the small of your back guiding you through the castle (but also to keep you close) [this is that mentioned unknowingly flirty side] 
Hand on the small of your back would turn into his arm around your shoulder or your hand in his 
And he would prefer it this way, afraid that saying anything would make it too real (flighty), or, that you would deny having feelings for him and that would hurt in an entirely different way
You tried to be okay with it – to pretend that you were satisfied with whatever Remus was willing to give you because, come on, he was one of the most popular boys in school, he was the most well-liked Marauder, he was super smart and a powerful wizard, and he was so sweet to you.
But after a while, you couldn’t deny how much this unspoken space between you was weighing on you – particularly the somewhat routine periods where he’d completely shut you out
Was it you? Had you done something? 
Was he seeing someone else?
Were you just imaging this whole ‘thing’ between you?
He’d get increasingly agitated – almost like he simultaneously wanted you closer to him and further away from him; you’d never know how to help him in these moments
He’d speak more sharply to you, spoke less in general, and downplayed your friendship/relationship when other people would comment on it 
“We’re not even that close, we just study together sometimes” you head him say to Marlene McKinnon
“It’s not like that” he told Benjy Fenwick when he asked if you two were dating 
“She’s just a friend.” He’d said to Sirius, and that one hurt because why would he lie to his best friend? And what about you made it so difficult to see you as more than a friend?
Maybe you really had completely imagined the whole thing in your mind? Maybe he really didn’t care for you at all.
You began to pull away – less study dates, more excuses as to why you couldn’t meet up after class, sitting with Lily or Mary at quidditch games instead, staying at Hogwarts on Hogsmeade weekends – anything to avoid having to face the friend that you quickly realized you were halfway in love with who never even gave you a second thought
He did give you a second thought, though – in fact, he gave you a first thought as well as a third, fourth, fifth and sixth
“Do you think I did something to offend Y/N?” He asked James and Sirius one day – the two exchanged a knowing look 
“Why do you ask?” James asked with a smirk
“I think she might be avoiding me.”
“Does that bother you, Moons?”
Remus scoffed “of course it bothers me”
“I thought she was just a friend?” Sirius taunted
“Sod off...”
Remus couldn’t ignore it anymore – you weren’t just a friend. Never could be in his mind, he doubts. He would be your friend for the rest of your life if that’s all you ever wanted from him – but he’d probably always hold a candle for you; that’s why this divot you seemed to be carving between you two hurt like hell
He decides to do something very un-Remus like and face this head on (thoughts and prayers)
“Hey Y/N” he said gently as he approached your table in the library 
You seemed surprised at seeing him and started packing your things up
“Oh, hi Remus...” and the lack of your usual ‘hey Rem’ furthered his suspicions. “I was just finishing up, actually.”
“Have I done something to upset you?” He blurted suddenly. His assertiveness threw you off kilter – was he...talking? About feelings? You paused in your haste to pack your things
“No?” you said in the form of a question – you knew he picked up on it when the space between his eyebrows dwindled 
“Are you sure? I just feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”
You were starting to get frustrated. “What do you want, Remus?” You asked sharply. He winced.
“I just miss you, is all.” He admitted quietly as he played with a fray on his sweater between his tantalizingly long fingers.
“What exactly about me do you miss, Remus? You have plenty of friends; I hardly see how Sirius, James or Peter can’t fill the same role.”
He guffaws – actually guffawed! The bastard. “What are you on about?”
“What are you on about, Lupin? I’m tired; I’m tired of being called a friend while you keep me closer. I’m tired of feeling like I’m being played by arguably the most important person in my life. I’m fucking exhausted – so tell me exactly what you’re ‘on about’ Remus, and make it count because I’m done.”
“No! No, not done; don’t be done.”
“What do you want, Remus.” You whispered dismally. 
“You.” He whispered back
“Don’t fuck with me, Lupin.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at you a little bit. “I’m not. I’m not, I swear it – I’m sorry if you’ve felt played by me. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel anything but loved because... because I do – I love you.”
“Love me?”
“Love you. So much.” He professed as he dared to step closer to you. When you didn’t seem entirely averse to his proximity, he moved to close the gap – enveloping you in a long-needed hug. “I’m sorry.” He apologized again.
“You should be” you murmured petulantly from his chest.
He chuckled and pressed his lips to the top of your head “let me make it up to you?”
And he did – you spent that evening on the astronomy tower, enjoying the view of the stars as they melted into the forbidden forest along the horizon and the rest of the Hogwarts grounds – and he told you his secret, that he was a werewolf
You were the first person he willingly told – James, Sirius, and Peter just figured it out on their own and there was no hiding from them
You were the first person he chose to let in – so uncharacteristic of the lycanthrope, but that just went to show how serious he was about making it up to you and garnering your trust
This changed everything 
There was no more pushing you away near full moons, in fact – he got nearly downright territorial 
No one else was allowed to sit beside you – that was Remus’ spot
He was irritable and snappy with everyone, but instinctively melted at the sight of you
“I can’t believe we survived Moony all these years without Y/N – she’s like a sedative” Peter muttered as he picked up the cards Remus had thrown at him in a fit during their game of exploding snap. There was no sign of that Moony now – smiling down at you as you sat curled up in his lap like he had nowhere else he’d rather be
I believe Remus was the king of trinkets – his dorm was littered with little bits and bobs he found that he thought were cool/interesting
He started gifting you little things once you began dating 
An enamel pin that made him think of you 
A small pewter wolf 
A cool rock that he thought looked like the colour of your eyes (you didn’t see it, but who were you to argue?) 
Little themed snow globes
Flowers he found on his walks 
Pretty beads/crystals 
Tealight candle holders 
The ribbon from a box of chocolates he got from his mum that he thought you would like
Acts. Of. Service. This man didn’t come from money, the way he saw his dad spoiling his mum was through his actions – so this caring attitude came super naturally to him 
Fixing up your tea/coffee the way you like before you’ve even thought about it 
Carrying your bags/books for you 
“Your shoe’s untied, dovey. Give ‘er here.” He said as he patted his thigh for you to place your foot so he could tie it for you
If you got sick/under the weather, he’d totally do your homework for you (his friends have done the same for him due to the moons – pay it forward)
I think he’d be so soft and needy after a moon – just melt into whatever love and care you’re willing to show him; give you complete control and take care of him.
It may have been super hard to get Remus to give love a chance – but once you got it, you were stuck with him because he was not going anywhere 
Loyal to a fault 
He’s so afraid of losing good things that he’s willing (and desperate) to do anything and everything he can to keep it [i.e., you]
Thankfully, you make it very easy to do <3 
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badchoicesworld · 8 months
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hello !! i love the way you write :] !! i was just wonderin if you do requests for 42!Miles ? it's no problem if you dont but if you do id be so grateful for one with a masc reader :'D reader is an artist like miles or could maybe be his spiderman as well ? thank you !
miles 42 w/ an artistic spider-reader !
earth 42 miles x masc!reader
i’ll be the first to admit that i was a lil stumped since we don’t know all too much about wiles, but i did some digging and figured he’s gonna be around 17, vigilante and there’s a lot of things in his design that helped me figure out his personality (i think, anyway. please for the love of god don’t let my education be in vain)
wasn’t sure if you wanted platonic, general shit or romance so i just sprinkled a bit of everything in this because we need more masc fanfiction out there (fun fact, i write fanfiction but i do not read it)
if this is just shit lemme know and i’ll go missing <3
warnings: none
pairing: miles 42 x masc!reader
requests: OPEN RAAHH
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it was so fucking hard to find a half decent cap of this man
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AIGHT if you’re to become earth 42 spiderman then it’s likely under the same circumstances as miles 1610. or, who knows, maybe there’s another radioactive spider hanging about somewhere that bit you
REGARDLESS imma go ahead and say that this bite is gonna be a recent thing, otherwise NYC wouldn’t be in such a state
unless you just like people to suffer idk
you and miles are friends before the bite, can’t imagine he tolerates a lot of people now with all the stuff he has on his mind so you’re a long time friend, maybe more
miles is the guy you go to straight away with this, if you’ve discovered you have these incredible powers and suddenly heightened senses
just imagine the revelation when you realise what this can mean for the world
spider-man wasn’t a thing in this dimension, so you’re a completely new beacon of hope
earth-42, if you haven’t seen the test animation, seems pretty corrupt and fucked
miles and uncle aaron seem to be a vigilante pair that steal things like medicine for hospitals, maybe because the state of the world just means they’re short of resources, or it’s being led by a really disgusting government
miles 42 is a good guy . you cant change my mind
miles has been the prowler for however many years at this stage, uncle aaron being his right hand man in operations
regardless of how close the two of you are, this is something that he’s kept hidden from you if he can help it
but all of that is just recklessly discarded when he realised you can help, it’s new hope, and he’s desperate
he’s still incredibly discreet when talking about it, especially when you two are in his home
the last thing he wants is to get his mother involved, that woman means the world to him and he’d die before she was exposed to this stuff
but let’s assume you two take on this role together, young vigilantes that have to make things in the world right
it’s a secret that you two have sworn up and down about never telling another soul, no matter what
miles is the prowler and you’re spider-man, go make a difference
while you guys are vigilantes together, you are still kids. minors, whatever
so, yeah, you do still get to go to school and live the best of both worlds if you’d like to
you take the same art class together, you’re both acing tf outta it because i said so
but let’s be honest, miles 42 is way more stern and focused, he might have been like the other miles we know at some point, but not anymore
his design is all sharp and rigid, hatched- this is a reflection of his personality
you’ve definitely helped to instil some hope in him, though
you can see him soften up every once in a while, and god knows he loves his mum, we love to see it
probably the most domestic thing you guys will get to experience is designing your suits together. naturally, all spider-people are stupidly smart so you can actually contribute to tech design and build things to execute missions more effectively and efficiently
even if you two are boyfriends, things just seem so tense all of the time in that world
unfortunately, earth-42 is a place where you have to have eyes in the back of your head, but you two get to act as that for each other so you don’t constantly have to be looking over your shoulders paranoid
granted, it’s a tough role
new york is in ruins thanks to the unfortunate circumstances, but your dimension has a spider-man now, hopefully you can help the world heal
actual missions can get intense at the drop of a hat
prowler is all about stealth, so recon missions have to be done with serious precision and there is no room for mistakes
especially when it comes to stealing resources for the people, miles isn’t physically willing to let these things sit idle and go to waste when people are dying
it’s life or death, you two have to rely on each other whole heartedly
since miles doesn’t have his own webs, he relies on ropes and harness, but it all changes after you’ve gotten bitten
with your abilities, you two are able to move to much faster and fluently while fleeing a scene, it’s impressive
being caught isn’t nearly as risky thanks to your spider senses
he’s not vocal about it, but miles appreciates you so much
i don’t think that he’s gonna be some overly protective guy when he knows you can protect yourself, that’s just wasted energy and honestly insulting of him
again, even if you are together
he loves you and cares about your safety, you’re the man who’s helping him make the world a better place
he’ll worry if situations become dire, but he TRUSTS that you’ll be okay
you’ve got his back and he’s got yours
when all’s said and done, if something ever goes south, spider-man always gets back up
you’ll lick your wounds (tend to them properly but very reluctantly because you all know there’s so few resources)
probably relies on really gentle words of affirmation at the end of the day, otherwise you two wouldn’t cope
those nights are when he’ll use spanish terms of endearment (masculine), he doesn’t want you to feel neglected in a way
you’ll tuck away your suits together once the days come to an end and silently swear to secrecy once again, before the weight of being teenage vigilantes together takes over and you collapse onto the nearest surface together
he’d be a fool to not feel safe in his own home, especially with you and his mother in it (you too aaron, welcome back)
bonus:
before the world turned upside down, you and him used to get caught all of the time tagging different places with graffiti, Mr Morales was not pleased
if you ever get those peaceful moments of bliss amidst the chaos, your ability to climb walls is really helpful when spray painting up high
you can see just the faintest trace of the old miles, the artist who was completely doe eyed about the future
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DID I SLAY ? PLE
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delicatenightfury · 8 months
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2022 Month of Writing: Day 20
Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader
Prompt: "It's hard to bury your past."
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Word Count: 3k (this turned out longer than I was expecting)
Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work
I'm not totally sold on this, but if you're interested in a part 2, please let me know!
I based this off the Netflix show Shadow and Bone (even though I liking the books better 😅) - just a heads up
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y/n pressed a damp cloth against her arm where she had gotten a long cut. She winced slightly but focused on cleaning the wound before it got infected. She and the other crows had just barely survived an encounter with Pekka Rollins and his men in what, unfortunately, was an ambush. Her abilities as a Squaller did help some, but one of the Dime Lions sliced her arms, making it more painful to control wind. She had been lucky with her injuries and required far less attention, thus why she was tending to herself. Nina needed to be focused on Inej instead of her.
She tensed slightly when she heard the familiar sound of footsteps accompanied by the thump of a cane. They stopped somewhere behind her, letting silence fill the room for several minutes. She knew it was petty, but she wasn’t going to be the one to speak first. Several minutes later, he finally caved.
“We need to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she said lowly.
“It doesn’t matter. We need to talk.”
“Yes, it does matter, Kaz.” She sent him a glare over her shoulder. “You almost got us killed tonight.”
“We have to cut off Rollins’ resources-”
“Do we? You’ve been content just doing simple business for the Crows Club. Then, all of a sudden, you take a mission to saints know where and somehow manage to cross Rollins in the process. Now, we have been framed for murder. And I wasn’t involved in any of it, since you left me behind, yet I still got dragged into this mess.”
She threw down the cloth and picked up a clean one to press firmly against her arm. She held back another wince, glad that the bleeding had seemed to stop for now.
“The mission was need to know.”
She glared at him.
“And I didn’t need to know?” Kaz didn’t respond, but he didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “I had to go into hiding, Kaz, because Rollins added my name to that bounty before you even stepped foot onto the boat that brought you all back to Ketterdam.”
“It was never my intention.”
y/n scoffed.
Kaz slowly came closer, but still kept his distance.
“We were sent to Ravka to locate the rumored Sun Summoner,” he said.
That made y/n pause. She had heard the rumors. All of Ketterdam had. Especially when the Fold expanded and wiped out several towns. The Sun Summoner was a Grisha who was able to manipulate light, who might be able to use their power to help tear down the Fold once and for all.
“And?” she asked.
“We found her. The Darkling used her power to expand the Fold. We had several run-ins with her, but she didn’t come back to Ketterdam with us. Our employer was looking for answers.”
“About the Sun Summoner?”
“Amongst other things.” She glanced at Kaz. He was looking at the far wall, but was only a few feet away from her now. Feeling her gaze, he looked down at her. “He took a particular interest in you.”
“Me?”
“He saw your wanted poster in the street and made an inquiry.”
“That’s not much to go off of, Kaz.”
“He’s a privateer. Rich. Seems to be from Ravka. His inquiry was brief, since his main focus was on the Sun Summoner, but he seemed determined.”
“Again, not completely helpful. This privateer have a name?”
“He called himself Sturmhond.” y/n froze. She knew Kaz was watching her for a reaction, but she couldn’t care. “You know him.”
y/n tossed the dirtied rag aside. She nodded slowly.
“I used to. It was a long time ago.”
“When?”
“Why do you care?”
“Because just hearing the name caused you to freeze up, y/n. I need to know if I can trust you to still function properly should we encounter him again.”
She looked at him.
“You’re worried about how well I’ll perform? Thanks for the vote of confidence, Kaz.” He continued to stare at her. She picked up clean bandages to begin wrapping her arm. “You don’t have to worry about it. It was a long time ago.”
“Not good enough.”
“Will you just leave it?”
“No.”
“Kaz-”
“y/n.”
“Drop it.”
“Tell me.”
She sighed.
“He’s my brother.”
There was a long beat of silence as Kaz took in her words.
“I wasn’t aware you still had family.”
She scoffed.
“As if I could call them that. I was the third child and therefore expendable. Being Grisha just gave them another reason to ignore me.”
She tightened the bandage she had put around her arm. It was a rough job, but it would hold until it could be properly looked at later. She began to clean up her supplies, sticking it in a corner for when it was needed again. As she moved, she caught a glimpse of Kaz. He was still looking at her, as if trying to find more answers.
“What?” she said. Her voice sounded more harsh than she meant it to.
“There’s more that you’re not telling me.”
y/n rolled her eyes.
“Just drop it, Kaz.”
“Not if you have information that will help us.”
“And how is my past going to help us with Pekka Rollins?”
“It will prove that I can trust you.”
y/n stopped. She set down the clothes she had been folding and looked at Kaz. His expression remained cold and hard. He rarely showed emotion as it was.
“You’re questioning my loyalty?” she asked. He simply stared at her, causing her to huff. “Thanks for that, Kaz. After all this time, I’m glad to know where we truly stand.”
She got up quickly and made her way to the door, passing by Kaz along the way.
“y/n-”
“Don’t. Just don’t.”
She hurried outside to avoid him seeing the hurt on her face.
The following week was rather eventful. The Crows had created quite a bit of chaos after releasing false Firepox at all of Pekka Rollins’ businesses. In the same night, Kaz got Rollins to lift the charges he had put on the Crows and admit that he was responsible for the crimes. Rollins had been arrested and taken to Hellgate.
During that time, Kaz and y/n had barely spoken to one another. They only spoke when necessary and even then, they did little to converse with one another. Jesper and Inej were quick to notice the difference. Even Nina and Wylan noticed but neither felt it was their place since they hadn’t known the Crows long.
y/n had been reading in her room when a sharp knock came. She stood and went to the door, finding Kaz on the other side.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“Downstairs,” he said. “We have guests from Ravka.”
y/n sighed but nodded. She stepped around Kaz to make her way downstairs, letting him go to wake Wylan and Jesper.
“y/n?”
She looked up sharply at the familiar voice, her eyes widening.
“Zoya?”
The dark haired Squaller smiled widely. She moved forward to hug her.
“Saints, what are you doing here? We thought you were gone! Not even Baghra knew what happened.”
y/n looked down.
“Zoya-”
“And who is this?” A tall man approached them, a smile on his face.
“Tolya, this is y/n. Nikolai’s sister.”
Tolya’s smile grew.
“You’re Nikolai’s sister? It’s wonderful to finally meet you. I traveled with him for many years. He’s spoken of you often.”
y/n was going to respond when a glimpse of Kaz caught her eye. He was standing by the stairs, watching their interaction. Her shoulders deflated when his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. She knew immediately that he had caught at least part of their conversation. She looked back at Zoya.
“It’s a bit of a story,” she said. “One that can be shared later. I assume you are the guests Kaz told us about?”
“Yes. We have a mission for you.”
Soon, the Crows were seated in front of Zoya and Tolya, who handed them a document. 
“The neshyenyer?” Nina said after they had explained the mission. “Sankta Neyar’s blade.”
“So you haven’t completely forgotten what you were taught at the Little Palace,” Zoya said with an almost taunting tone. “Just your loyalty to Ravka.”
y/n couldn’t help but feel like the statement was also directed at her.
“Ravka or Kirigan?” Nina countered. “It didn’t take him destroying a city for me to question my loyalty.”
“So, that we all know you two have history,” Jesper said, “what’s the payment for this particular job?”
“Name your price,” Tolya said. “It matters that much.”
“Is that the Lantsov family crest?” Wylan asked, looking over Nina’s shoulder at the paper.
“You know it is because it’s hideous.”
Zoya shot her a glare before glancing at y/n, who only smiled in amusement. She was never a huge fan of the Lantsov crest. To hear someone felt the same was a little refreshing.
Tolya looked at the group. “Prince Nikolai requests your services to retrieve and deliver the neshyenyer to Alina Starkov in East Ravka.”
“She’s returned?” Nina said.
“As has the Darkling,” Zoya replied. “With an indestructible army of shadow monsters.”
“Saints,” y/n muttered.
“I do not like the sound of that,” Jesper said.
“She needs the blade to kill them. It’s the only thing that might work.”
“Retrieve the blade, and the prince will pay you whatever you ask.” Tolya told them.
“But I like the sound of that,” Jesper said.
“I assume same goes for you?” Zoya asked Kaz.
“I’d welcome the chance to help your prince spend his country’s money.”
Nina quickly expressed how instead of kruge she wanted someone released from Hellgate. Zoya decided to poke fun at Nina for her attraction, but y/n nudged her arm to quiet her. Nina had told y/n of Matthias, the Fjerdan she had fallen for before she came to Ketterdam. She admired Nina’s determination to free him.
“The offer is the offer,” Tolya said. “And Prince Nikolai is a man of his word.”
“But we need to go now,” Zoya told them.
y/n looked to Kaz, who was scanning over them. His eyes lingered on her for a long moment before he pocketed the document.
“It’s settled,” he said. “We’re in.”
The group dispersed quickly after to begin preparing. y/n watching Kaz walk away. When he disappeared upstairs, she sighed.
“Well something’s going on with you two,” Tolya said suddenly.
“Excuse me?” y/n said.
“You and Brekker.”
“It’s nothing.”
Tolya hummed as if he didn’t believe her.
“I haven’t been here long, but I can sense the tension between you two.” He slid into the seat that Zoya had vacated and tilted his head at her. “What happened?”
Despite being much larger than her, he did not come across as intimidating. y/n felt herself relax.
“You said that Nik told you about me. Well, I’ve never talked about my family. But when Nik was in town as Sturmhond not long ago, he made inquiries about me. Kaz demanded answers I wasn’t ready to give.” She sighed. “He implied that he couldn’t trust me.”
Tolya nodded slowly.
“Have you tried talking to him?” he asked.
“Kaz is unbelievably stubborn.”
“And if Nikolai’s stories have revealed anything, I believe you are too.” y/n chuckled. “So why haven’t you told him?” y/n paused and looked at him. Tolya offered a small smile. “Perhaps the first step in receiving trust is showing it? Someone always has to take the first step.”
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y/n watched Kaz from the doorway of his room. He was going through various maps and documents spread out over his desk. She knew that he knew she was there. Somehow he always knew. Nonetheless, she knocked on the doorframe.
“Yes?” Kaz said.
“We need to talk.”
He barely glanced at her.
“It’ll have to wait.”
“No, Kaz. We need to talk now. We can’t keep working like this and you know it.”
He huffed and looked at her as she stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. He leaned back against his desk.
“What is it?” he asked. “In case you’ve already forgotten, we have to leave for Shu Han soon.”
“I haven’t forgotten. But if this plan works, you need to know the truth.”
“About?”
“Me.” She waited for him to make a quip or dismissal, but received none. So, she took a deep breath. “My real name is y/n Lantsov. I’m the third child of King Alexander and Queen Tatiana. I never made my society debut because once it was discovered that I was Grisha, I was taken to the Little Palace. From then on I was raised with the intent of identifying as Grisha, not a Lantsov.
“As a result, my parents basically forgot I existed. My eldest brother barely spoke to me as it was, so I was only truly close with my other brother. I wasn’t allowed to see him. Kirigan wanted there to be little to no reminders of our pasts so that we could separate ourselves from the otkazat’sya.”
She paused and looked outside. Ketterdam was bustling with activity, both legal and illegal, just as it always was. Ketterdam never slept. 
“Early on, Nik and I would sneak out at night to meet. We were children and would rather play than train and learn. Nik loved to play pretend. We had found an old boat and we’d be sailors. I’d use my powers to steer us. He’d call himself Sturmhond with the distinction that he was a privateer, not a pirate.
“But we eventually got caught. I was disciplined by my instructors and put through more rigorous training. More so than some of the others. At first I thought it was because I had snuck out, but time went on and I was still pushed harder. My powers are no where near Zoya’s level. I doubt even an amplifier could get me there. Unfortunately, it took me too long to learn why that was.
“Kirigan wanted me pushed because of my background. He was… almost giddy about the fact that I was a Lantsov. I started noticing his power plays against my family. When he would visit the Grand Palace, I was among his small entourage of Grisha. He would give me special tasks when we visited, as if flaunting the fact that I was under his command instead of my parents.
“One day, while a group of us were traveling, we were attacked by Fjerdans. Drüskelle. They ambushed us, their goal to bring us to the Ice Court for a supposed trial. But we knew better so we fought back.” y/n took a deep breath to calm herself and force back the memories. “When I realized I was the last one standing, I used my powers to knock the remaining Fjerdans unconscious. I couldn’t kill them, despite the fact that they had just killed my friends.
“But as I stood there, I realized that I was alone. For the first time in years, I was by myself. I realized that there was nothing tying me down in that moment, so I fled. I went to the nearest port and stowed away. I ended up here and chose to make a new life for myself. One where no one knew who I was, where I would have more freedom than I could have imagined. Then I met you. And you know the rest.”
Silence fell over the room. y/n didn’t want to admit it but she was nervous how Kaz would react. She could feel him watching her, staring holes into her back.
After a minute, she felt the air shift and heard Kaz push himself off the desk. He slowly walked toward her, cane thumping at his side. She continued to stare outside even as he came to stand next to her.
“So Sturmhond is the prince,” he said.
y/n almost wanted to scoff - of course that was what he chose to say first - but she refrained.
“Yes. Tolya confirmed it for me.”
“And when he came to Ketterdam and inquired about you, it was because he thought you were dead.”
She shrugged.
“I suppose so. I don’t know what got reported to the king or Kirigan after the ambush. At some point, I stopped caring. It wasn’t my problem anymore.” She looked down. “Guess I was kidding myself. It’s hard to bury your past.”
Kaz huffed.
“Not if you bury it somewhere no one will ever look.”
“And I thought no one would look in Ketterdam,” y/n said, finally looking at him. “The Darkling never left Ravka and I had no idea where my brother was. I hadn’t seen him in years. I didn’t even know he had gone to serve in the military until he had been gone for three months.”
Kaz studied her for a long minute. y/n wished (not for the first time and certainly not the last) that she could read him.
“When we retrieve the neshyenyer and go to Ravka to deliver it, what will you do?” he asked. “I have no doubt we’ll run into your brother at some point.”
y/n sighed.
“I don’t know. I suppose I should talk to him at the very least. He deserves that.”
“And after?”
She shrugged.
“I’ll figure it out when I get to it.” She looked him in the eye. She knew that her answer probably left him unsatisfied but it was the best she could offer in the moment. “What about you?”
“Me?”
“Last week you said that my past would tell you whether or not you could trust me. Now you know. What’s your verdict?”
Kaz’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he scanned her over. She refused to look away. Finally, he nodded.
“I trust you,” he said. “You’ve got our backs.” He stepped back, breaking eye contact with her so that he could gather various things off his desk. “Now finish gathering what you need. We leave for Shu Han in an hour.”
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cosmerelists · 10 months
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Top 10 Ways Shallan & Adolin might ask Kaladin out
[Previously--Shallan/Kaladin, Kaladin/Adolin, Shallan/Jasnah]
Sanderson has said that Shallan & Adolin would probably both be up for adding Kaladin to their relationship. So let’s say that Shallan & Adolin talked it over and decided that they wanted to jointly date Kaladin. Let’s rank the ways they might approach asking Kaladin out!
#10: Write a very persuasive letter 
This one was Shallan’s idea!
Shallan: This worked when I needed to convince Jasnah to take me on as a ward!
Shallan: We can point out how well the three of us would get on, how happy we’d all be, etc, etc.
Shallan: Logic! And Romance!
Adolin: Shallan...my love...he can’t read.
Adolin: Who’s going to read him that letter??
Shallan: We could...have Renarin scrawl vaguely foreboding glyphs on the wall? About, uh, dating us?
Adolin: Let’s keep brainstorming!
#9: Put the idea in his head right before he leaves for Shinovar
After all, Kaladin often needs time to mull things over for an entire book before he can make a decision. So why not ask at a time when he’ll be guaranteed to have the time and space to decide for himself?
Kaladin: Hey, Szeth, do you think it’s possible to love multiple people at once and by loved by them in turn?
Kaladin: It just feels like that’s too much good, you know?
Kaladin: Things that are too good haven’t lasted in my life.
Kaladin: But maybe it will be different, this time?
Szeth: I hear nothing but screams when I close my eyes.
Kaladin: Does your, uh, sword have any ideas?
#8: Nonstop flirting
This is how Adolin got all of his relationships before Shallan. It’s kinda a solid standby for him. But would it work on Kaladin...?
Shallan: Nice boots. Love to see them on my floor.
Kaladin: D-Don’t steal my boots again!
Adolin: Hey Kaladin, maybe you’d like to use your power to stick me somewhere. Like the bed?
Kaladin: That’s really more Lopen’s thing, but he likes walls.
Kaladin: ...
Kaladin: Wait, are you guys flirting with me?
Adolin: Have been for months, thanks for noticing.
#7: Go through Syl
Perhaps they could try talking to Syl first, to get her on their side. A nice, friendly entity to subtly introduce the idea of a throuple to Kaladin.
Syl: So you know how I’m articulate, beautiful, and perfect, right?
Kaladin: Uh, sure, Syl.
Syl: Well *I* just learned something that will blow your mind! Did you know that you can date two people AT ONCE?!
Kaladin: I can barely date one person at a time.
Syl: Yes, but what if they were both WAY better at dating than you?
Syl: And what if you already liked them both?
Syl: And if they allied with me, proving that they are also super smart?
Shallan (quietly, from a distance): We asked her to be subtle, right?
Adolin: Wait, wait, I want to see where this is going!
#6: Let him overhear
Sometimes Kaladin has trouble processing new & unexpected ideas, like retiring from a job that has left him barely functional or the idea that his men might one day get married. So perhaps Shallan and Adolin could “accidentally” let him overhear their plans, allowing him to learn the information in a nonthreatening manner!
Shallan: I am so happy with you, Adolin. But I do wonder if our relationship could become even richer, if it could evolve in a way that only makes us both even happier.
Adolin (immediately forgetting his lines) Y-Yes! We SHOULD date Kaladin!
Shallan: ...
Shallan: Well I suppose that works.
#5: More subtly introduce him to the idea first 
Or perhaps even the "let him ‘accidentally’ overhear” plan would be too much for Kaladin’s nerves. Perhaps it would be even better to let Kaladin get used to the idea of throuples in general first, and THEN suggest the specifics. And maybe Bridge 4 could help!
Sigzil: You know, there are cultures in which romantic relationships involve three people rather than two.
Kaladin: Huh!
Sigzil: Interesting, right?
Kaladin: Yeah, I guess so.
Sigzil (quietly): Mission accomplished. 
Kaladin: What was that?
Sigzil: N-Nothing!
#4: Just go on dates with him until he figures it out
Kaladin is a man of action. Perhaps Shallan & Adolin can just keep asking him to join them for dinner until he figures it out.
Adolin: Hey, dinner with me and Shallan tonight? My treat!
Kaladin: A-Again?! Aren’t you two tired of me being the third wheel?
Shallan: You know, three wheels are actually way more stable than two.
Kaladin: Yeah, fine, but we’re talking about dating, not, like, carts or whatever.
Shallan: ...
Adolin: ...
Kaladin: So...aren’t you two tired of me interrupting your dates?
Adolin: We were so close!
Kaladin: What?
Adolin: What?
#3: Something Dramatic
As we know, Kaladin is a Dramatic Lad. So what better way to ask him out than to do so in the most dramatic fashion possible? 
Adolin: So first we get him to fly up in the air, right? And he’ll look down to see Gallant marching at the head of a column of fully armored soldiers who will move around to spell out the glyphs for “Romance” and “Love.”
Shallan: Yes! And that’s when the chorus of women will start to sing the love song I had commissioned!
Adolin: It can’t possibly fail!
Shallan: He’s kinda afraid of horses, though.
Adolin: Yeah, maybe we’ll leave Gallant at home.
#2: Wait for a near-death experience
After all, Kaladin bonded with Shallan (and developed a bit of a crush) when they were trapped in the caverns during a highstorm. He bonded with Adolin when the two of them barely survived a fight against four shardbearers. So perhaps near-death experiences are just the most romantic time!
Kaladin: OH STORMFATHER THE THUNDERCLASTS ARE CRUSHING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WE LOVE
Adolin: Soooo Kaladin, are you bisexual?
Shallan: And/or biromantic?
Kaladin: [screaming]
Shallan (muttering): I knew we should have gone with the ominous glyphs. 
#1: Just ask
Or, well, I suppose they could simply try asking him out directly. 
Adolin: You know, Kaladin, Shallan and I both love you deeply.
Shallan: Would you like to go out--with both of us?
Adolin: Like on a romantic, three-person date?
Shallan: Perhaps multiple times over the long-term until we all see if we like it?
Kaladin: ...
Kaladin: Well...I guess we could...try it?
Shallan & Adolin: [openly weeping and cheering]
Kaladin: ...Has this been weighing on you for a while, then?
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★ 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ★ || b.c
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★ summary: after chris and y/n share a sloppy moment in chris' office, neither of them can deny the natural chemistry between them. chris, in a moment of confidence and mild lust, asks y/n out on a date. y/n agrees, not once thinking about his ex, shinwon. so why is that loser texting him to meet up while y/n is making out with chris on the couch?
★ characters: bahng christopher, choi y/n, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin
★ warnings: language, protected sex (they have decided to be responsible), chan being the absolute cutest, minho being a menace, seungmin being seungmin, jeongin being baby, uhh let me know if i forgot anything
★word count: ~7.4K
★binnie's thoughts: the second part to my chan fic, i felt like i needed to write something softer to balance out the filth of the first part, i hope its as good as the first part lol i also totally switched up the pov for this one, i feel like its better this way
★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!
read part one here!
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After hearing those words come out of Chris’ mouth, you are stunned, his own mouth opening and closing as if he’s trying to find the right words to say. Honestly, what does one say to such a question without coming off as desperate? You decide to just keep it casual, but not so casual that it seems like you’re brushing Chris off. 
“Oh, that sounds nice, actually.” You reply, a soft smile gracing your features as you fix the buttons on your shirt, your head turning to see Chris jumping into his slacks as he pulls them up, his ass bouncing when his feet make contact with the floor. You can’t help but stare, and before you have time to stop yourself, the palm of your hand comes in contact with the bouncy meat. 
The sound that comes out of Chris is a mix of a gasp and a shout. His head whips around to the cause of the slight stinging pain in his back side. You look up at Chris, your eyes a little wide, and your mouth opening to spout a million apologies, but a sweet, nervous laugh stops you. 
“I guess that’s payback for earlier, yeah?” Chris asks, turning his entire body to face you, his perfect teeth on display as he continues to chuckle lightly. You actually think you might explode if Chris continues to be so damn cute. 
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The two of you make plans to meet at Chris’ place after you both get off work. You guys exchange contact information (although Chris technically already has your number after he begged Minho for it, Minho finally choked it up after he made Chris tell him whether Jisung was single or not), and you both settled on arriving at Chris’ at seven that night. 
Which leaves you with about four hours to get ready and invite your children over to gossip. You decide to send a simple text to the group chat (which is named knockoff power rangers, courtesy of Seungmin) and you set your phone down, heading to your bathroom to take a shower and clean yourself out. You can hear your phone absolutely blowing up and you just laugh to yourself before taking your well-deserved shower. 
When you get out of the shower, you can hear people talking in your living room, and you’re not even phased by it at this point. All four of your headache-inducing children have a key to your apartment. The spare keys were made by Jeongin, who somehow managed to steal your main house key in order to make the customized versions for the rest of them. (“What if Y/N hyung accidentally cuts his finger again? And then we have no way of getting to him before he passes out?” Jeongin had said, his lips in a pout as he clung to his oldest hyung. To be fair, Jeongin had one too many mimosas that day.)
A sharp voice rings in your ears, and you don’t even need to think about it to figure out who the voice belongs to.  “Choi Y/N you better get your ass down here and explain what the hell happened today!!” Hyunjin shouts, his pouty lips turned down in a small frown.
You quickly slip on some sweatpants and a loose shirt before making your way down the short hallway to the living room. Lo and behold, your friends are all squished on the couch, their eyes wide and transfixed on your figure. 
“Alright, alright, just shut up and let me explain every single detail,” You say, taking a seat on the chair that sits near his couch. And then you begin to tell your nosy friends all about the time you had with Chris in that office just a few hours previous to now. 
By the end of your little rencounter the four male’s jaws were damn near on the floor, shock completely taken over them. Until, Seungmin is the first to speak up: 
“So, did you finally dump that lame ass guy? What was his name? He was so boring that I don’t even remember his name. Why did you even date him?” Seungmin says, his face contorted in a scowl. Seungmin had a vendetta against Shinwon, something about how he was painfully average and not exciting. He claims that it’s a case of “one person in the relationship is way too attractive to be seen with someone who looks like that.”
(“Hyung, you deserve someone sexy and cool, someone completely opposite of you,” Seungmin told you one day, and it took everything in you not to smack the chestnut haired male.) 
“Yeah, Shinwon and I broke up this morning, actually,” You mutter, finding the bracelet on your wrist (Felix made it for you, and you cherish it more than anything in the entire world) way more interesting than looking at the expressions on your friend’s faces. “It was long overdue, I was falling out of love with him, and he kept talking about moving in together and I was getting annoyed and stressed out so I just-” You take a breath, cutting your rambles off short. Felix stands from the couch and takes a few short steps toward you, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. 
“It’s okay, hyung, you don’t have to explain yourself. If you felt that it was right to break up with Shinwon, then we all support your choice.” Felix turns to the other three with a look. “Isn’t that right, guys?” 
The three males all reply with various agreements before you find yourself sandwiched between your closest friends. At this moment, you feel loved, like you’re not alone in this cruel world. With your friends by your side, you feel like you could do anything.
The five males had all met at JYPE, Y/N being the first of the five to start working there. It wasn’t until about half a year later, he met Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin, with his long black hair pulled in a half-up hairstyle, his body language confident as he feels all eyes on him, male and female alike. He knew those stares all too well. Stares of want, stares of envy and need. They all saw Hyunjin as someone with a pretty face and no brain. Hyunjin approached Y/N in the break room that following week, making himself comfortable in the chair next to the barely older man. 
“I’m Hyunjin and I’m new here.” the dark haired male said, holding his perfect, soft hand to Y/N. Y/N offered a shy smile before shaking hands with Hyunjin. “You were the only one who didn’t look at me like you wanted to devour me, so I’m sticking with you, now.” That's all it took to seal his friendship with Hyunjin, the two were a dangerous duo. 
Until precious Felix showed the next year. 
Lee Felix, with his adorable freckles and sweet smile, became friendly with everyone in the graphic design department. Felix even managed to befriend a few people from the production department. His energy was contagious, when he’s smiling, you can't help but smile as well. When he has an off day, you yearn for his sweet smile. Felix met Hyunjin before he met Y/N, but the two were introduced very quickly. Hyunjin dragged Felix all the way to Y/N’s desk, desperate to introduce the two of them. When Y/N laid his eyes on Felix, he felt like he had to protect Felix from this harsh company where it's easy to be taken advantage of. From that day forward, their duo became a trio. 
Then, Satan himself showed up just a month later. Nah, just Kim Seungmin, but close enough. 
Y/N’s personal thorn in his side, the devil on his shoulder telling him that he should 100% punch the crying child in the supermarket. Seungmin could be described as a monster disguised as a sweet puppy. Seungmin has this innocent smile that shows off his perfect teeth, his eyes becoming crescents as his face crinkles up. Behind that innocent smile is a man whose default option is verbal violence. Y/N knows that Seungmin means well, he’s just a different type of person. Seungmin was the one to approach Y/N, claiming that everyone else looked too boring and lame to be seen with him. Y/N just cocked an eyebrow at Seungmin and allowed the younger male to leech himself onto him. 
Now Y/N has three little ducks that follow him around, so why not give him one more? 
About five months later, little Jeongin arrives as a fresh new face. He was the youngest person to ever get a job at JYPE, at the ripe age of 19. The poor boy still had braces lining his pearly teeth. The older people of the graphic design department chose Jeongin as their personal butler, making the boy go on numerous coffee runs, printing runs, or just stupid errands that didn’t really need to be done. Y/N watched as they ran Jeongin ragged, not once allowing him to show them why he was hired at a young age. Y/N finally had enough of watching Jeongin get mistreated, so he stood up and grabbed Jeongin by the arm gently and dragged him over to his desk. 
“You’re joining my team, I can’t sit there and let them mistreat you like that.” Y/N said with his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze not leaving Jeongin’s wide-eyed expression. “I can tell you have potential, and I want to make sure that everyone sees that.” 
Jeongin could have cried at that moment, but all he did was bow and thank the older male. Ever since then, the five of them have been attached at the hip. You would think they’ve known each other for their entire lives, rather than just knowing each other only a few short years. They truly are a family and nothing could possibly split them up.
“So, did you agree to his date offer?” Hyunjin asks you, flicking Seungmin on the side of his neck when said male puts his bare feet on Hyujin’s thigh. “If you didn’t, tell him to hit me up.” Hyunjin is the only one who fails to see the way Felix’s demeanor drops, a slight frown settling on his lips. The freckled male receives a soft pat from Jeongin, hoping to comfort him at least a little bit. 
“Of course I said yes, the man gave me the best dicking I’ve had in a long time. Do you really think I’m going to reject him after that?” You say,, giving Hyunjin a pointed look as he rolls his eyes. “We agreed to meet at his place at 7 p.m.” 
“Do you have any idea what you’re gonna wear?” Jeongin pipes up, his brain already coming up with several different outfit combinations that will make his hyung’s physique stand out and blow Chris’ socks off. 
“Not a clue. I was waiting for you four to show up and play dress up with your personal doll,” You reply with a snort as you get up and make your way to the kitchen, preparing to feed Domino, who is currently laid on Seungmin’s lap. 
“Okay, let me raid your closet and put some things together!” Jeongin jumps up quickly and makes his way down the hall to your room, Felix trailing behind him, laughing the whole way there. 
“Does this mean I’m on hair duty?” Hyunjin pipes up from his spot next to Seugnmin, his dark chocolate eyes glued to his phone, scrolling on some social media app. He turns his phone to Seungmin, showing the male whatever is on the screen. 
“I mean, it’s up to you. Do you want to mess with this mane of mine?” You question, setting your cat’s bowl down in its little holder. You noticed that your hair has gotten quite long, and you know you are due for a trim soon, but the longer look is kind of growing on you. You walk to the couch, plopping yourself down in between Hyunjin and Seungmin, propping your legs across Hyunjin’s lap, peeking over to look at the long haired male’s phone. 
“You act like I have no idea how to handle long hair,” Hyunjin tuts, rolling his eyes as he flips his fringe out of his eyes. You watch your friend with a lovingly annoyed look on your soft features. Hyunjin is the definition of a diva and he’s aware of it. Seungmin always jokes around and says Hyunjin is probably a pillow princess, and not once has Hyunjin denied it. It’s honestly becoming less of a joke and more of a reality thing. (It’s hard to miss the way Felix blushes every time Seungmin jokingly mentions Hyunjin in a sexual light, the poor boy is close to exploding every single time.)
“You’re so damn dramatic, Jinnie. Just help me tame my hair, you Barbie wannabe.” You retort, your hand coming up and flicking the blonde’s forehead. Hyunjin lets out an offended noise, turning to you and throwing his entire body on your smaller frame. Seungmin gets kicked in the side and he lets out a yelp, before he pinches the culprit’s calf. You react on instinct and end up kicking Seungmin again with a sharp cry. 
The three of you are wrestling on the couch when Jeongin and Felix come out of the bedroom. The two of them just watch as the three of you poke, pull at, and even bite each other. Jeongin and Felix share a look before Jeongin clears his throat to catch your attention. The three of you stop what you are doing and look up, all three pairs of eyes wide and focused on Jeongin. 
“Hyung, go try on the outfit Lix and I picked out!” Jeongin says, flashing you a sweet smile, his eyes crinkling in excitement. Jeongin is the one person to go for fashion advice. The sweet boy has an eye for fashion just like Hyunjin has an eye for art and photography. “I think you’ll like what we put together! It’s totally your style, hyung!” Jeongin says, his eyes sparkling under the lights of your living room. You can’t help but melt seeing the youngest male smile so brightly. Jeongin deserves the world and so much more. 
You untangle yourself from Hyunjin and Seungmin’s grips as you make your way to your bedroom, only tripping once (“That’s a new record, hyung,” you can hear Seungmin’s voice in your head, already). You take a glance at the clothes on the bed, all laid out and neat. Were all of those items in your closet? How come you don't remember purchasing them? It doesn’t matter, Jeongin and Felix did a great job at choosing your outfit. An oversized navy blue sweater with the words ‘heart stop’ on the front in cursive. A pair of pale blue, baggy jeans with tons of rips in all sorts of places, including the area right under the swell of one’s behind. Next to the sweater is a necklace, one that you haven't seen in a long time. Where did those two sneaky little brats find your mother’s necklace? You pick up the necklace oh-so-gently and examine it with a soft smile on your face. A beautiful silver chain with a charm that looks like the planet Saturn, with a stunning amethyst gem as the planet. A sad smile finds its way onto your face, and a single tear falls from your eye. You wipe it away immediately and take a breath. 
Once you slip on the outfit, you take a look at your appearance in the full length mirror that hangs on your wall. You take in the way the clothes fit on your body. The sweater hangs a little big on your body, but the color flatters your skin tone perfectly. The baggy jeans hug your waist and hips as if there were a pair of strong arms there. You turn your body, looking at the way the jeans make your ass look round and plump. The rips cup the bottom of your cheeks, showing a sliver of soft skin. You just know Chris will get a kick out of them. 
You venture out of the bedroom and into the living room where your friends are. You stand in front of the couch, catching their attention, four pairs of various shades of deep brown roaming your figure. You can’t help but feel your ears get warm as they just stare at you. Seungmin is the first to speak, and you are expecting a smartass comment. 
“Wow, hyung, you actually have stylish clothes? I never would have guessed,” the chestnut haired male lets out an unattractive snort, earning an elbow to the side from Felix. 
“Be nice to him! He looks really good!” Felix says, defending you with a cute pout on his face. Seungmin sends a glare at Felix, holding his throbbing side. 
“I am being nice! I complimented the way he’s dressed!” Seungmin retorts, turning his gaze back to his hyung. Seungmin would rather die than actually compliment you, or anybody for that matter, that’s just how your dynamic is with the younger male. 
“Innie, you and Lix did a really good job with the outfit. Where exactly did you find these clothes, though?” You ask, tilting your head to the right slightly, your hair falling in front of your face. “I don’t recall buying either of these items, if I’m honest.”
“Lix actually found them in the corner of your closet, the tags were still on them, hyung.” Jeongin says matter-of-factly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You just shake your head and chuckle. Leave it to Jeongin and Felix to find something out of thin air. 
“Well, thanks you guys, I actually like this outfit a lot,” You say, a genuine smile on your face. 
“Honestly, hyung,” Hyunjin starts, holding his phone up to take a selfie, “You could leave your hair as it is, I have a feeling it’s just going to get messed up by the end of the night anyways.” He says, making a valid point. “Besides, the messy look is what drives people crazy, trust me.” 
You take Hyunjin’s words into consideration. Would you and Chris actually do anything tonight? A part of you hopes that you do, but on the other hand, you kind of feel like it’s a desperate move. As if he could read your mind, Felix speaks up. 
“Hyung, whatever you’re thinking, stop,” He starts, crossing his arms. “Whether you guys do it again or not, doesn’t matter. What matters is that Chris definitely likes you enough to ask you out on a date, instead just being fuck buddies.” 
“I guess so, I just don’t want him to think that I agreed to the date because of the sex, but it’s definitely a plus.” You say, ears warming up at your sudden confession. Talking about such intimate things with your closest friends shouldn’t be weird, because you often tell each other about your sexual endeavors, but you can’t help but get a little flustered. It’s not everyday that you guys are talking about the latest person you’ve hooked up with, but you always feel like a parent finding out their children aren’t innocent virgins. 
“It’ll all go well, hyung,” Felix says, his words making you feel a little more relaxed. Felix knows you like an open book that he’s read a million times. Felix must have a radar that goes off when he feels like his hyung is about to spiral into overdrive. “We’ll stay here during the date and if it doesn’t go well, at least you’ll have plenty of shoulders to cry on.” Felix finishes speaking, flashing you one of his bright smiles that makes his gorgeous brown eyes disappear behind his lids. 
“I hope you’re stocked up on tissues, crybaby hyung,” Seungmin pipes up from his spot on the couch, his body being squashed by Hyunjin, who is laid out on top of the male. You roll your eyes and shake your head. Although Seungmin makes you want to commit violent crimes, you know that Seungmin means well. You check your phone, looking at the time. You have plenty of time to freak out before you have to head to Chris' apartment. 
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Chris is freaking out. He’s going absolutely feral. He stares at the third failed beef wellington. He lets out a heavy sigh before grabbing his phone, calling the one person who actually knows something about cooking. 
“Oh, this better be good,” Minho’s light voice comes through the speaker, a humorous tilt in his voice. “Did you end up canceling on him because he’s ‘just so pretty, Minho!!’” Minho’s laugh fills Chris’ ears, making the blonde roll his eyes. He’ll let Minho have his fun for now. 
“Very funny, you must think you’re sooo hilarious.” Chris says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He really doesn’t have time for Minho’s silly little scorpio games, he wants to impress his long time crush so desperately, and Minho is quite literally the only person who can help (he doesn’t dare ask Jisung or Changbin, that’s off the table, not even an option). 
“I actually don’t think I’m hilarious,” Minho replies, and Chris already knows what the younger male is going to say. “I know I’m hilarious.” 
“Yes, yes, you're the funniest person in the world. Now can you please help me?” Chris can’t help the warmth that crawls up his neck. He can’t help the blatant desperation in his voice. He hates asking for help of any kind, genuinely believing that he can do things on his own. This situation is different, though. He wants to make sure this date is absolutely perfect for you. 
Chris doesn’t want to look like a loser in front of the male he’s been crushing on since they both entered the company so many years ago. Sporting large glasses and your hair in a shorter style, you looked like the nerdy boy next door in a cheesy rom-com movie. Or the innocent member of an idol boy group. You didn’t really radiate the same confidence that you do now, your body language no different than an animal on edge. You often spoke in a soft tone, your voice easily getting lost in conversation. As the years went on, you became more comfortable in yourself, and you carried yourself completely differently. You ditched the chunky glasses for a pair of contacts (sometimes you  would sport thin wire glasses, and Chris swears his heart would leap out of his chest cavity every time the two of you happened to lock eyes), and you let your hair grow out. You had friends, you were smiling more. You could easily command a room by your presence alone. You went from a timid, almost invisible person, to someone who refuses to be walked all over like a doormat, and Chris falls more in love with you each time. 
“Holy shit, you sound desperate. What’s going on?” Minho pipes up from the other side of the phone, his playful tone being thrown out of the window. Minho might be the friend who jokes around too much, and is hardly ever serious, but he can always tell when something isn’t right with his friends (Jisung calls it his “Lino Sense” and Minho melts when Jisung points this out.).
“I’m making beef wellington for Y/N and it’s not going well. I’ve made it three times already, and I'm so close to losing my damn mind, Minho.” Chris says, his words jumbling together, and Minho can hear him huffing from how fast he was speaking. “I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” Chris’ voice trails off, a sad sigh leaving his lips. 
“Alright, give me, like, five minutes,” Minho says, and Chris can hear the jingle of keys in the background. Was Minho really coming over to help? Chris could kiss the heavens above him. 
“Ohmygod Min, you’re a lifesaver, I could kiss you,” Chris cries out, feeling the stress leave his body as quick as it came. 
“No thanks, Chris. We’ve done that once and we both hated it,” Minho says, shivering as he remembers the time he had kissed his best friend and how quickly he realized he was not attracted to the older male in that way. “Save the kissing for Y/N, yeah?” 
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right, uh, see you soon.” Chris feels his face get warm, unable to keep his mind off the way your lips had felt on his just a few hours ago. He wants to shove his face in a pillow and scream while kicking his feet like a teenager in the 80s movies he watched with his parents. 
Just as he promised, Minho barged into Chris’ apartment, his hands carrying a bag with a logo matching the convenience store’s just down the street. Minho looks at the blonde, taking in his appearance. His clothes are covered in various ingredients, and Minho can quite literally see carrot shavings in Chris’ blonde tresses. 
“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do, Channie,” Minho says, catching Chris’ attention at the nickname. It isn’t often that his friends use his nickname, and it catches him off guard each time. “You are gonna go and take a long, hot, shower, and I’m gonna make the beef wellington for you.” 
Chris’ eyes go wide. He just might cry right now. Minho is his savior, a real knight in shining armor. Although, this knight is wearing sweatpants and a large shirt. Close enough. Chris pulls his friend into a hug, not exactly knowing how to thank him. Minho seems to get the idea, because he pats Chris’ back with a breathy laugh. 
“Alright, loverboy, go shower. You smell like raw beef and desperation.” There’s the Lee Minho that Chris knows and loves dearly. With a laugh, Chris makes his way to his bedroom, opening his dresser drawers and taking a peek inside. 
Black, black, black, and even more black. He huffs at his lack of color wardrobe. Of course, there’s a bit of white and gray in there, but other than that, it’s just… black. He closes the drawer and goes to his closet. There has to be something a little colorful in there, right?
Chris lets out a triumphant noise after digging deep in his closet for about three minutes. He tosses the deep red shirt onto his bed, a gift from his grandmother when he went to visit her in Australia about two years ago. He really hopes it still fits. Ever since his last trip to his homeland, Chris has hit the gym with Changbin and Jisung, the three of them bulking up rather quickly. Especially Changbin. Chris grabs his best pair of skinny jeans, a pair of black (are we even surprised?) jeans with various words painted on them. Once he tosses the jeans on his bed, he steps into his bathroom to take a shower. 
As he steps out of the steamy shower, the smell of meat hits his nose. Chris swears he starts drooling at the smell. It smells ten times better than his three attempts combined. He quickly slips on his clothes and takes a look in the mirror. 
Oh. The shirt, well, certainly fits. Maybe a little too well. It’s pretty tight, the sleeves wrapping around his biceps nice and snug. The fabric stretches a little across his chest, showing the outline of his impressive pecs. He just chuckles and shakes his head, making his way to Minho. 
Minho’s eyes fall on Chris as the male enters the kitchen. He gives a whistle and an approving nod. 
“Looks like all that working out has paid off, huh?” MInho says, busy stirring some sort of sauce in a pot. “I just have a feeling Y/N will jump your bones immediately.”
“As much as I would love that, that’s not exactly my goal here,” Chris says, leaning over on the counter. “I want to actually make sure he has a good night with me, and if it gets intimate, then so be it.” 
“Wow, you’re way more whipped than I thought.” Minho says, fake gagging as he continues cooking. He acts like he hates romance but deep down, he genuinely wishes for a relationship. 
“I don’t want to hear you talk. I have dirt on you, my friend.” 
After Minho finishes cooking, he bids Chris goodbye, demanding that he gets the tea on how everything went. Left alone with his thoughts, Chris decides to tidy a little before you show up. He sprays the living room area with some light freshener, making sure to spray his couch as well. 
Just as he was done tidying up around his living room and shutting the door to his bedroom, a notification from his phone shakes him out of his cleaning spree trance. A text message from ‘Y/N &lt;;3’ stares back at him. 
‘Hey, uh… I don’t know which apartment building is yours… I think I’m lost’
Chris can’t help but chuckle at the text. He quickly types a response and decides to stand outside his apartment to help you find the right place. He closes his eyes and feels the soft breeze of the night blow through his still-drying locs. He prays to every single god that this night goes smoothly. This is his only chance to completely swoop you off your feet. 
He hears footsteps approaching him, so he opens his eyes. He feels his breath hitch as his eyes fall on the male standing beside him. You’re standing there in all your glory, and you give him a small smile and a wave. The light makeup makes your E/C eyes pop, the black liner accentuating the shape of your eyes perfectly. And is that a soft red tint on your lips? Yeah, poor Chris isn’t going to survive the night.
Chris finally snaps out of his lovesick daze and gives you one of his dazzling smiles. “Hey, I’m glad you made it! Even if you got a little lost.” He chuckles. You give him a shy smile and a nod. 
“Yeah, I hope I’m not late, the makeup was kind of a last second decision.” 
“I think it looks really good on you. Let’s go inside, I just finished dinner.” Chris’ hand wraps around your waist from behind, guiding you into his apartment. 
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The two of you finish dinner after a while and are nursing glasses of cocktails made by you just using ingredients you found in Chris’ kitchen. The two of you are laughing as soft music from Chris’ playlist plays in the background. You’re both facing each other as you tell embarrassing stories from your childhood and various college shenanigans. 
“There’s no way you swam naked in the campus’ fountain! I can’t imagine you doing anything like that!” Chris’ eyes are wide as he looks at you after you tell him about one of your many drunken moments in college. 
“Yeah, I was always down to do crazy dares, as long as I had a couple shots in me first.” You reply,, setting your now empty glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch. Your gaze falls on Chris again, your eyes flitting down to Chris’ lips for the millionth time that night. You so desperately want to feel those very lips kissing all over your body. 
“If you want me to kiss you, you have to use your words, pretty boy.”  
Your entire body warms up at the way Chris speaks to you. Firm, but not demanding, like he’s going at your pace, afraid to scare you off. You waste no time, opening your mouth to speak. 
“Chris, will you please kiss me like crazy, and never stop even if I can’t breathe anymore?” You say, your body moving to plant itself down on Chris’ lap. You wrap your arms around Chris’ neck, the two of you leaning in to connect your lips together. 
This kiss is totally different from the one you shared in Chris’ office. This kiss is softer and contains feelings that go way beyond just lust. Of course the lust is there, but it’s more of a soft lust. Your lips mold together with Chris’ as if they were made to, your noses slightly bumping together, and your tongues gliding against the other, tasting sweet alcohol. Chris’ hands slowly move from your hips all the way down to your ass. Chris is pleasantly surprised when he feels warm skin, and slips his hands inside the rips of your jeans. You jump a little, feeling Chris’ cold hands on your bare skin. 
Just as Chris pulls away to plant kisses and bites all over your neck, a phone notification makes the both of you pause and look at each other. You share a confused look before the two of you are grabbing your phones to see who got the text. You groan when you look at your screen. 
Why is your (very very recent) ex boyfriend texting you to meet up and talk things out? Did he not get the message this morning when you broke up? Before you have a chance to type a reply to Shinwon, Chris’ voice stops you. 
“Hey, what’s so important on your phone that you stopped kissing me?” There’s a cute pout on Chris’ face, and his eyes are glued to your face. He doesn’t appreciate someone interrupting this little make out session. 
“Well, it’s my… ex boyfriend,” you say nervously, not wanting to look up and see the expression on Chris’ face. Would he be upset? Disappointed? 
“Is he bothering you? I can tell him off for you. He’s kind of messing up our night, here.” Chris says, sounding completely serious, taking you by surprise. He… wasn’t upset that your ex was ruining the romantic night? 
“I mean, you don’t have to, but maybe…” you finally look up at Chris with a mischievous glint in his pools of your E/C specks and swirls. 
“Maybe what, pretty boy?” 
“Mark my neck and take a picture. I’m sure he’ll get the idea.” 
Chris does not hesitate for a second before his mouth is on your neck, his teeth biting and nibbling all over the soft flesh, while his tongue glides over the bites, softly soothing the delicious burn. The soft noises that come out of your mouth lets Chris know that he’s doing something right. The noises get louder as Chris gets closer to the spot just under your ear. This must be your most sensitive spot. Deciding to test out his theory, Chris bites down on the spot, earning a beautiful whine from you. 
Once Chris decides that he’s marked you enough, he takes the phone out of your hand and quickly snaps a picture. He sends the photo to Shinwon, and types a quick message:
‘Sorry, mate. Looks like he’s a tad bit busy right now. Maybe you shouldn’t text him again, yeah?’
Once the message is sent, he tosses your phone away after turning the ringer off, hoping the device won’t interrupt you guys for the remainder of the night. He turns his attention back to you, who is looking at him, lust clouding and swimming in your eyes. The sight makes Chris’ heart swell, knowing that those eyes are directed at him and him only. This is everything he’s ever wanted, he feels like all of his prayers have been answered. He plans on making the moment last, not wanting to waste a single moment. 
Chris suddenly stands up, his arms wrapped around you as he lifts you up. You let out a shocked noise, your legs automatically wrapping around the older man’s waist. 
“Warn me next time, Chris! You can’t just flaunt your strength by picking me up!” You slightly slap at his back, allowing yourself to be carried to what you assume is Chris’ bedroom. 
Chris just laughs as he walks to his bed until his lower thighs meet the edge. He semi-carefully tosses you onto the bed, staring down at the way your body bounces on the bed. You just pout up at Chris, offended that you were just tossed like a sack of potatoes. 
“Sorry, pretty boy, I had to move us to the bed. I don’t like when the couch gets messy.” He shrugs, speaking with such nonchalance, it kind of surprises you. 
“So, I’m not the first person you’ve wined and dined?” you know you’re not, you just want to mess with Chris a little bit. Chris isn’t the only one allowed to tease around here. 
Chris lets out a snort, and he climbs on top of the bed, hovering over your frame. He leans down and places a soft peck on your lips. “Would you believe me if I said you’re the first?” 
Now those words really catch you off guard. That’s impossible. Chris, the very definition of a god, has never brought anyone home? There’s no way. 
“I’ve only ever had one person on my mind. For many years..” Chris says, and the words linger in the back of your  mind. Chris couldn’t possibly be talking about you, right? Why would Chris like someone like you? You are known to be unapproachable, the  natural scowl on your face driving people away from you (besides your current group of friends). 
“I know what you’re thinking: you’re wondering why I like you. I’ll be honest, I’ve liked you ever since the moment we both stepped into the JYPE building all those years ago.” 
Now you feel like an idiot. You could’ve had the hottest man alive as your  boyfriend, but you felt that Chris was more into… women. You really fumbled the bag on this one. You can hear Seungmin cackling at you in your head. 
“So, you’re telling me that I could have had you all to myself but you never spoke up about it?” You cock one of your eyebrows as you stare up at the man on top of you. Chris looks amazing from this angle, his strong arms next to your head, ultimately caging you in. “I had to date other people while my mind was focused on you all this time.” 
“I’m sorry for not speaking up sooner, I really had no idea how to approach you without things getting awkward,” Chris explains, obviously referring to the time the two of you attempted to have a conversation at the company Christmas party. 
You give him a cheeky grin. “Why is that? Were you intimidated by my good looks?” You joke, tilting your head to the side as your eyes roam over Chris’ sharp facial features. 
Chris gives you a sheepish smile, his eyes flitting from side to side to avoid your gaze. “Actually, yeah,” he says, a short laugh coming from him.
Your eyes go wide in surprise. Now this is news to you. You always saw Chris as someone with confidence spewing out of every part of his entire being. 
(“Hyung, he’s a man who walks like he’s six foot tall, when he’s actually below average. How much confidence could he possibly have?” “Seungmin, disrespectfully shut the fuck up.”)
“Christopher, if you don’t kiss me and take off my clothes right now, I might go insane.”
This is too much, it feels way too good to even be real. You and Chris are both naked, and Chris is buried in between your plush thighs. Chris’ fingers are digging into your soft muscle as he holds them apart. (As much as he would love to be crushed in between those thighs, he needs to get his dick wet first.) You let out a delicious whine, your back arching as Chris’ tongue slips and slides all around your length.You’re drooling all down your chin as you shake and writhe under the intense pleasure.You’ve  already been denied an orgasm once, Chris squeezing the life out of your length tightly with a shake of his head and a pitiful look. 
Chris pulls away and looks up at you, adoring the fucked out look on your face. He wipes his mouth and moves his body flush with yours, his tongue coming out of his mouth to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. The two of you swap spit for a few minutes before Chris is pulling away, lifting his body up to rummage through his bedside drawer. He pulls out two items, placing them to his right. He sits on his heels in between your spread thighs, and he grabs your thighs, pulling your body close until your lower halves are flush against one another. 
Chris picks up the small bottle that is sitting at his side, he pops the cap open and allows an even amount of the liquid to coat his fingers. The soft smell of vanilla hits your nose and you smile to yourself. Chris brings his hands in between your cheeks, his fingers circling around your rim, before one of the slim digits pushes past your hole. You let out a soft sigh as his finger slides in and out of you. 
Soon enough, a second finger pushes past your ring of muscle, joining the first one, the digits stretching you open perfectly. You toss your head back against the pillow as Chris’ fingers rub and prod at that spot deep inside you. Once he deems you stretched enough, he slips his fingers out, wiping them on his bare chest. He grabs that familiar gold package and tears it open with his teeth, not once breaking eye contact with your lust-filled E/C eyes. He moves back just a little, rolling the rubber onto his thick length. Grabbing a pillow, he places it under your lower back, your hips being raised just a bit, also giving better access to your awaiting heat. 
He pumps his dick in his hand a few times before he’s sliding the tip into you. He lets out a shaky sigh as he slowly slides all the way in, allowing himself to bottom out. Chris looks at your face, the sight of your eyes closed tight and your mouth open, short puffs of air exiting. He smirks to himself, feeling proud that he’s the one making you feel like this. Once he feels like you have adjusted to him, he snaps his hips forward, meeting yours in the middle. 
He moves his body so he’s hovering over you once again, not once stopping his thrust, keeping at the same pace. He leans down and captures your lips, swallowing the noises coming out of your lips. After a little bit of kissing, he picks up the pace, the tip of his dick hitting that tasty spot dead on with every thrust. You’re going crazy under him, chanting his name like it’s the only thing you’ve ever known. Chris loves the way his name falls past your lips, it makes him want to tattoo the sound in his brain to be replayed over and over.
(“That sounds absolutely stupid, why are you like this, hyung?”)
“Chris,” You pant out, your chest heaving up and down as your hips start to shake from the overwhelming pleasure you’re being succumbed to. “I’m close, so close!”
Chris just chuckles, grabbing your legs and throwing them over each of his shoulders. This new angle allows him to absolutely drill into you with sharp, quick thrusts. He pounds into you, his own hips beginning to stutter and skip, chasing his own release. 
“Come on, pretty boy, show me how good I’m making you feel,” Chris pants out, his chest and neck a bright shade of red as he tosses his head back, high pitched moans falling from his lips. Chris brings his hand to your length, jerking it in time with the thrusts of his hips. It isn't much longer before Chris spills into the condom, curses leaving his lips. You end up following not long after him, the white liquid coating Chris’ hand and your stomach. The two of you stay like that for a moment, coming down from such an intense moment. You let out a breathy laugh, bringing your hand up to brush the hair sticking to your forehead. Chris lets his heavy body fall on top of you, causing you to huff. You wrap your arms around him and place tiny pecks on his bare shoulders. 
“That was so much better than this morning,” Chris says, his voice slightly muffled by your neck. You agree with him, this morning was definitely rushed and desperate.
 “So, since we’ve already gone to second base, why don’t we make this official?”
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Chapter 7 Aerion
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Chapter 7 of Moonlight
A/N- What side will y/n end up siding on?
Warning- Swearing, angst, FLUFF, talks of blood, death and of SA, LONG CHAPTER.
Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- half of 1x08
(If you want to be tagged let me know)
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*129 AC*
“Cousin, I write to you to warn you of Uncle Vaemond, who at this moment sails for King’s Landing with the plan to appeal to his Grace the King on matters of succession, rights, and the sanctity of blood. He wishes for the Driftwood Throne to pass to him, he said that it is his by rights and that he is the only unattainted choice.
Don’t concern yourself though. I've warned my father and your mother. They should argue against his foolishness and set matters straight. Until then, our grandmother and I will see you shortly.
Your cousin, Baela."
Here we go. Pft. Of course Uncle Vaemond is protesting, he doesn’t even have the decency to wait for more news on your grandfather Corlys’s recent injuries.
Yet that’s not what begins to worry you, it’s who will actually stand judgment to Ser Vaemond’s peition, the Hightowers. With their hatred against your mother and family they’ll try to side with him. You know it.
“What does your cousin say?” Aemond breaks you from your train of thought.
You put the scroll down and sigh while you glance down at the little baby boy squirming in your arms as he tries to reach for Wolf rubbing against your legs. “Oh, just that Ser Vaemond is on his way to appeal for his right of the Driftwood Throne,” you share and caress the tiny silver-white curls on your baby's head before you press a gentle kiss on his head.
“It seems that your grandmother will come to us instead, Aerion,” you tell your baby as if he cared or truly grasped what you mean. “Are you so excited to meet her? And your uncles?”
Aerion looks away from the grey cat, and his fathers blue eyes meet your gaze. He stares into your very soul as if trying to read you before he smiles widely, showing off his gums before flinging himself against you.
“Oh,” you coo and can’t help but smile through your concern. “You are so excited to meet her aren't you? I’m excited to see her too.” You press another kiss on your baby’s head before you turn to face Aemond standing from his chair in front of the dancing flames.
“Perhaps you should back your own claim,” he suggests seriously. “You are Ser Laenor’s daughter, and the first grandchild to Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys.”
You watch him stop before Aerion and you, and then laugh at his very serious suggestion. “Do you want me to be laughed at by my uncle and court?” You scoff and shake your head while you grab a buckle on his coat to fiddle with it. “I won’t even try.”
Aerion grins at his father and reaches out for him as he leans his little body forward to try and grab him. Aemond sees and musters a tiny smile as he takes him from your hands.
“I’m afraid my Velaryon family isn’t as accommodating like our Targaryen family was. They’d rather see that wooden throne sink in the depths of the ocean before letting a woman sit it.” You add.
Aemond glances down at Aerion as he begins to put Aemond’s hair in his mouth. “What of Aerion?” Aemond suggests and meets your gaze as he gently pulls his hair out of the child’s mouth. “He is our son, your son, he has Velaryon blood.”
You shoot Aemond a pointed gaze before you walk to the couch to swipe the chewing toy off the surface. “No, Aerion is 4 months old. I won’t use him to steal my brother's birthright.” You approach Aemond once again and give the baby his toy so he can chew on that instead. “What's this about?” You try to investigate this need for more. “Are you so eager for power that you’d use your infant son as a piece in this never ending game?” You press him. “I'm sorry I don’t come with a throne, or Aerion doesn’t inherit fleets and an Island, Aemond—”
“It’s not like that,” Aemond cuts you off and snatches your hand from your side. “I’m fighting for you. For our son.” He presses a kiss on your knuckles and then lets your hand go to cup your cheek. “I fight for the benefit of the both of you. If there’s a chance for something greater for the both of you I will take it. What man would I be if I don't try?”
Well when he puts it that way…it’s sweet. But he’s still annoying for suggesting you take what belongs to your brother.
“I appreciate it,” you tell Aemond as you use your other hand to press it on his shoulder before slowly sliding it up to his jaw. “I admire your will, but I’m okay. We're okay. I’m content with what I have; my beautiful son because of you, Astraea, I have you. I don’t desire anything else.” You offer him a smile and lean in closer. “Besides, we will rule Dragonstone. It would be difficult ruling Driftmark as well.” You snicker. “We are enough. I mean we are basically gods.” You smirk, and he mirrors your gesture.
“I’m okay,” you finish saying and steal a kiss from his lips. “Now let’s talk of other matters.” You glance at Aerion busy chewing his toy and smile.
“What did the maester say?” Aemond listens to you, bringing your gaze back to him. “Are you?”
You sigh deeply and shake your head. “No,” you mutter with disappointment. “I’m just late….I was so sure though.”
Aemond slides his hand to the back of your head and presses you against him to press a kiss on the top of your head. “It’s alright. We have Aerion. We are in no rush. Don’t strain yourself, my love.”
You clutch onto his chest and lift your head. “You’re not upset?” You query.
Aemond looks down and meets your gaze. “Of course not.” He chuckles softly. “Why should I be? I don’t want you just to have children. I want you for what you are, I always have.”
You slowly smile at him in awe before you smack your lips against his and pull him for a short but steamy kiss.
When you pull back he keeps you close and murmurs against your lips. “Come with me and Aerion somewhere.”
Your curiosity doesn’t fail to pique. “Where?” You ask with a giddy smile.
Aemond pulls back and keeps ahold of one of your hands. “We’re going for a flight. Aerion’s first flight.”
Without as much as hesitating you secure your hand around Aemond’s and follow him outside. Afterall you don’t fear for your child’s life whilst on a dragon, the only reason you haven’t flown with him before is because you did want to wait until he was older, but you know that neither Vhagar nor Astraea would ever let anything bad happen to Aerion.
The only thing you do worry about is if Aerion would like the feeling of the wind brushing against him, he won’t know he’s flying over several feet above ground, but he might feel a discomfort. So you do hope he enjoys this venture. He might fly on his own dragon when he’s older after all.
“He might even fall asleep,” you say to Aemond as you secure Aerion on his chest after you make it out to where the dragons are.
When you finish you grab Aerion’s chin and smile. “There, all snuggled up.” You direct at the baby. “Your father will take good care of you.” You step back to try to head to Astraea, but Aemond stops you.
“Don’t, ride with me.”
You slowly furrow your eyebrows and glance at Vhagar. “Are you sure?” You probe. “I can ride Astraea and follow beside you.”
Aemond shakes his head. “No, I'm sure, Aerion will want you there. I want you with me.”
Your heart flutters, and your smile widens. “Okay,” you give in and skip forward to rush back to his side. And since he’s carrying special cargo, and Vhagar is his dragon, you let him climb first before you follow.
Which, by the way, climbing Vhagar is quite difficult, she’s so big compared to Astraea. Once you’re on the saddle you’re out of breath.
“I still don’t understand how you do that,” you comment and look down, finding yourself scared of the height since you won’t be the one strapped in. “I’m grateful Astraea is still small…Maybe you should have tried to bond to Vermithor.”
Aemond picks up the ropes he has as handles and peers back with a smirk. “You remember?” He asks.
You wrap your hands around his neck and nod. “I do. Which by the way I was right,” you show off. “Size doesn’t equal speed. I have won against you every single time.”
“Because I let you,” Aemond counters smugly.
You roll your eyes and scoff. “Sure. Whatever you say.”
Vhagar then begins to walk ahead, creating thunderous footsteps that echo like an angry storm. You glance at Aerion to see if he would be bothered, but he doesn’t react.
“Perhaps Vermithor will be Aerion’s dragon,” Aemond points out since Aerion’s dragon egg has failed to hatch.
“Or Seasmoke,” you add and smile to yourself as Vhagar flaps her wings, and ascends to the sky that never fails to remind you of your father. “My fathers dragon.”
As Vhagar flies higher in the sky you tighten your hold around Aemond before you lay your head on his shoulder and watch as the clouds surround you. You feel the sun's rays bask your face, filling you with a hotter warmth. Aemond’s body blocks out the chilly breeze for you, but as you reach for the clouds you feel the cold water droplets damp your hands.
Not so long ago you were so restless. You longed so bad to be with your mother or to return to Winterfell and Cregan…you still wish to see him, to hear his voice, you miss him even if you shouldn’t, those forbidden written letters aren’t enough to fill your appetite for more, but…you are truly happy now. With Aerion and Aemond.
What was once a place that made you feel out of place now is a place you can once again call home because of the two men in your life.
If things could be like this forever, you’d be okay with it. You don’t want more. Not anymore.
“Maybe we can fly forever,” you mumble by Aemond’s ear. “Get lost in the sky.”
Aemond hums. “I'm sure Aerion won’t mind.” He says back.
You peer over his shoulder and can’t help but fill with joy at the sight of Aerion grinning and reaching out for the clouds he can’t actually reach yet.
“<He has dragon's blood,” You say in High Valyrian. “This is his destiny.>”
“<You’ll get one soon enough, my little dragon,” Aemond assures Aerion. “You’ll get the fiercest, just like I did.>”
Yes, you’re more content with this life you have now.
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*LATER*
Six years. It’s been six years since you’ve seen your family. Yes, you haven’t stopped communicating with them throughout that time you have been in Winterfell and here, but it’s not the same. No amount of letters fills the void created the day you left your family behind.
But finally after six years you’re reuniting with them again as a grown woman of 18. You’re not that little girl anymore. No, that girl died when your father did…Hopefully, you can make them proud of the woman you’ve become.
“Grandmother,” you call out the moment you see her heading to the stairs that lead to the chambers.
Said woman stops in her tracks and slowly turns to face the person who had called her out, and finds you past the doors with a faint smile on your lips.
“Y/N,” she instantly recognizes you.
You beam at her and leave Aemond’s side to meet her halfway after she climbs down the first step. When you reach each other she simply cups your jaw and just studies you, this new person before her.
“I saw Meleys when Aemond and I were flying back home,” you tell her. “I rushed here as fast as I could.”
“Look at you,” she whispers. “You’ve grown even more beautiful. Your father would be happy.” She lowers her gaze to your chest, and when you follow her line of gaze you see her looking at the pendant she had gifted you six years ago. “I’m so very happy to see you.”
“And I you,” you say, “I’ve missed you.” You sigh deeply and frown now. “How’s grandfather? I heard he was taken to Driftmark.”
Your grandmother meets your gaze and exhales softly. “He’s home. Fighting to this moment, the maesters are helping but it’s up to him now.”
You swallow thickly and assure yourself with that information for now. “I’ll pray for his recovery.” You offer her a smile before you glance at the young woman behind her, your cousin Baela.
She’s a woman now too, beautiful and just as mischievous looking.
“Baela,” you greet happily before you rush to her and immediately wrap her in an embrace. “Letters are truly not enough.” You giggle and pull back to grab her hands and meet her gaze. “You're absolutely breathtaking.”
Baela offers you a soft smirk before she points at you with her chin. “As are you. Motherhood has treated you well.”
You snicker and now remember the little person you want them to meet. “That reminds me,” you change the subject and let her go to turn and walk to Aemond to take Aerion from him.
“Grandmother, Baela,” you say and face them with your infant clutching onto you. “This is Aerion.” You glance at your baby boy and smile. “I’m sorry if he might seem grumpy, we took a long flight and went past his nap time.”
Your grandmother approaches you and reaches out for Aerion’s hand, but the baby hides his hand and watches her as if he’s scared.
“It’s okay,” you assure Aerion. “It’s just your great grandmother.” You huff softly and meet her gaze, catching a soft look in her eyes.
“He resembles your father when he was a baby,” your grandmother mentions quietly. “Except his eyes, Aerion has his fathers eyes.” She glances past your shoulder and steals a look at the tall man lurking in the shadows—“Congratulations,” your grandmother says, “granddaughter, Prince Aemond, you have a beautiful son.”
You share a happy look with Aemond, and he simply offers a thankful nod, letting you move on back to your cousin. “I simply have a lot to catch you up, Baela, why don’t I show you to my chambers while Aerion sleeps.”
Baela nods without hesitation, so you return to Aemond to hand him Aerion. “Can you take him to the handmaidens before you go to training?”
Aemond nods as he holds your gaze. “Of course. Will I see you for dinner?”
You nod and lean in to steal a kiss from his lips before you caress Aerion’s cheek, and then hurry back to Baela to hook your arm around hers and rush her to your chambers like a pair of excited adolescents.
Once you are in the safety of your quarters you don’t waste time, you serve yourselves some wine, and drape yourselves over your couch near the fire to talk about all that you haven’t written in your frequent letters to each other. Even Cregan comes up because she knows that you became friends, she knows about the letters you send back and forth. But that’s all, she doesn’t know about the deeper connection you share.
No one does, not Jacaerys, not your mother, not Rhaena, just Cregan and you.
It would be nice to tell her and Rhaena, it would feel nice not keeping the weight of that secret just to yourself, but here is not the place to share such matters. Nor do you actually know that you want to share that part of your life, you can’t risk the wrong person finding out. So as for now you’re fine sharing that you’re friends who haven’t lost touch.
Besides, it's relieving having Baela to talk to. Helaena is sweet, but you don’t have a lot in common, you never have so you don’t much seek her out. Your only friends are your handmaiden Vanessa, and Aemond, so having Baela is like a breath of fresh air.
“Perhaps you should have married Lord Cregan instead,” Baela mentions after you summarize what he wrote to you this week. “He seems like the more…sane man.”
You look at her from the corner of your gaze and don’t react right away. When she meets your gaze though you begin to laugh.
“Aemond is good,” you tell her in Aemond’s defense. “He’s very kind to me. I mean Cregan is more rugged sure, but,” you snicker. “Aemond is passionate.”
Baela scoffs. “Surely was when he hit you across the face.”
You roll your eyes and further your defense for him. “He didn’t mean to hit me, it was an accident. But let’s not dwell in the past.” You swing your legs off the couch and walk to the candle lit on a small table with a wine cup in one hand, and Cregan’s letter in the other.
“Let’s speak of the future. Like you and my brother,” you tease her and roll up Cregan’s letter you can't keep—you’ve kept only some, but you can’t keep them all. Not unless you want Aemond to find them—“will you still be matched?” You ask.
“I don’t know,” Baela says. “Rhaena has said that your mother does plan to propose the idea, but until it’s confirmed I can’t be sure.”
You hum and finally let the candles fire eat away all the lovely words written on the paper. You watch as the fire grows and takes more and more of it, you feel the heat increase as it takes more, but the heat doesn’t sting.
“Well,” you interject. “I hope it does end up happening. I mean we’d be good-sisters. And you’d be my Queen in the distant future,” you giggle and peer over at her, catching her smile.
“I hope it happens too,” Baela says, while you glance back at the letter and see that the flames are kissing the tip of your fingers now. It should hurt, but the heat doesn’t burn. You feel its warmth on your flesh, but that’s it. There’s no sharp pain, nothing that brings you agony…
How strange.
“…I could make you stay.”
Oh shit she’s been talking.
You throw what remains of the letter in the fireplace and very nonchalantly spin back around to sit on the couch. “Oh,” you laugh and just guess what she was saying. “You’d make me huh? Well,” you scoff and place your cup down. “Who am I to refuse your offers? Future Queen Baela.”
Said girl giggles and sits up to face you with her gaze narrowed. “I’d order everyone. Bring me a flagon of your finest wine,” she mocks a man’s voice.
You shoot her a playful pointed look before you burst out laughing. “A flagon? That’s what you’d want?”
Baela shrugs. “I don’t know. I can’t think of anything else.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you still have a lot more to go before you become Queen,” you tease her and sip your wine, seeing her grab a pillow and hurl at you, but missing since you move.
The lighthearted mood lingers in the room the entire time she’s with you. Even when she leaves and Aemond joins you, you can’t help but feel that lighthearted feeling only heighten. You’re happy, excited and you know it’s because of your family coming. All this time you’ve been surrounded by people who only serve to gawk and talk nonsense behind your back, even if you aren’t a bastard they still look at you like you are one because of who your brothers are.
Even those who don’t whisper about you, or pierce their glare hoping you’ll somehow implode are all insufferable, like Aegon, Ser Criston, the Lord hand. You only have Aemond, Aerion and Astraea.
It’s why having your mother and brothers return to the Red Keep is so thrilling, you’ll at last be surrounded by a family that loves you and doesn’t judge you. Sure the reasons why they’re coming are not as graceful, but you’re so happy and eager regardless..
Yet it’s that same excitement that doesn’t let you sleep, you wait and wait, imagining how the reunion would go, imagining how she would react to meeting Aerion for the first time. When the sun rises, you get up and put on your prettiest red colored gown, and most shiniest jewelry to impress your mother. You grow very impatient to see her and your brothers; all of five of them, that once the time approaches for their arrival you make sure to be out at the courtyard early to greet them.
Albeit you aren’t excited to see her partner. Maybe if you pretend he isn’t there he’ll disappear.
A girl can wish.
Regardless, the gates begin to open and horses rush in, bannermen carrying the Targaryen house sigil quickly follow and line up as the carriage rolls to a stop. As every second brings you closer to seeing your mother, your heart races faster and faster, and your smile widens.
“All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, and her royal consort Prince Daemon Targaryen.”
You step down the stairs to watch the carriage door open, you tilt your head and narrow your gaze as you see darkness for a few seconds before she comes out first, your mother.
She hasn’t aged a day it seems, she looks just as radiant as when you last saw her. Only now she sports a small swollen belly where your sixth sibling grows.
She doesn’t look at you right away though, her eyes wander around the exterior first, so you let her take in what might be new to her. Instead you continue to watch the people that walk out of the carriage, hoping to see your brothers next, but it’s just Prince Daemon….gross.
He looks a bit plumper, he has more wrinkles than before, but age does that to a person, and he is old now.
“Y/N?” A voice calls out, drifting your attention back to your mother, and noticing her gaze is on you now.
“Mother,” you call out before you break away from your spot and meet her halfway with an embrace. “Oh,” you breathe out softly and dig your face in the crook of her neck.
“Oh my sweet girl,” she coos as she caresses the back of your head. “How I've missed you.”
You draw in a deep breath and take in her sweet berry and flowers scent you’ve missed. “I’ve missed you too, so much.” You linger in each other's arms for a few more minutes before you pull back and grab each others hands to study each other from up close.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she says and lifts one hand to caress your cheek. “You're so beautiful.”
“As are you,” you redirect and then glance down to touch her belly. “How is she?”
Your mother giggles. “Healthy and growing everyday.” She blinks and looks past you to search the area behind you. “Aerion?” She asks.
You pull your hand away from her belly and sigh. “Sleeping. Besides you’re rushed now, I’ll take him to you later when you have time. I’m eager for you to meet him.”
“Which reminds me,” she says and secures her hand around one of yours before she pulls you towards two small blond-silver haired toddlers behind her. “Y/N meet your brothers, Aegon,” she introduces as she caresses the chin of a boy in black clothing and with pin straight hair.
“Hello,” you greet the toddler. “Aren't you the cutest little boy? I’m your sister, y/n.”
He looks like Daemon. Same eyes.
Aegon smiles, but hides his face away, making you laugh softly.
“And this is Viserys,” your mother adds and points to a smaller toddler in red and gold with the same hair color, but he has waves, and he looks like your mother.
“You’ll make fine knight, I see it already,” you tell the little boy.
Albeit Viserys is a bit more reluctant, he clutches onto the handmaiden and shoots you a pointed look that makes you laugh. “You’ll make friends with Aerion soon.” You tell both toddlers.
And now that’s done with, you let your mothers hand go and turn to your left, and immediately you’re welcomed with the sight of two young men with dark hair already staring at you. You don’t need introductions to know who’s who, you recognize them instantly.
“Jace, Luke!” You exclaim before you meet halfway and embrace them both. “Look how you’ve both grown!”
“Look at you,” Lucerys points out and pulls back, but you three keep yourselves embraced. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”
You shoot him a sweet smile. “I would say the same thing considering you’re taller now, and have lost those precious curls. But you still carry that sweet face.”
Lucerys scoffs softly and musters a soft and sweet smile. Yet it falters when his eyes land on your scar.
“Cool huh?” You redirect. “My friend, Lord Stark says it adds character. Perhaps I shall tell you how I got it.”
“Please do,” Jacaerys interjects, drifting your eyes to the brown haired boy.
You pull back and cross your arms over your chest as you study him. “Have you grown? I think you’ve…Hm nope you’ve stayed the same height.”
Lucerys snickers, and Jacaerys glares at you as he snaps back, “have you washed your hair? It looks nappy.”
You go serious and gasp as you touch your recently washed hair. “You probably don’t know what that means. Little prince,” you remark and stand back to just stare at each other as if it were a confrontation.
However you can’t hold your straight faces long and you both burst out laughing.
“How I’ve missed you sister,” Jacearys says and pats your shoulder.
“We have so much to catch up…later,” you lean in and whisper. “Now, now,” you repeat happily and turn away from them to face the little boy in front of the timid Rhaena.
“You must be Joffrey,” you direct at the boy and pick up your gowns skirt to crouch before him. “I’m y/n. Last time I saw you, you were an itty baby. Now you’re almost a man grown.” You beam at him.
“I remember,” he counters a bit smugly.
You snicker and hear your mother laugh softly.
“Ah, do you?” You question him and look at him with an entertained, and feigned curious look.
Joffrey nods. “I do.”
You smirk. “Good then, have you missed me terribly?”
“I have,” he nods in agreement.
You stand to your given height and grin at him. “Good answer, that’s what I like to hear.” You then proceed to glance up and meet the kind gaze of Rhaena. “Cousin,” you greet.
“Princess,” she greets before you both give one another a hug. “It’s nice seeing you again.”
“Likewise,” you say and pull back. “You look lovely.”
Rhaena offers you a shy smile and then says, “congratulations on your babe. I know I’ve said it before, but it’s not the same as in person.”
You touch your chest. “Thank you so much, it means a lot. I’ll bring him around later. But anyway, how does lunch sound later? You, Baela and me?” You ask. “I want to hear all you have to say. Well…all you can’t write on a letter.”
“That sounds like a marvelous idea,” Rhaena assures you.
You smile softly and whisper, “good,” before you step back and get ready to finally bring them inside—
But wait…that’s right.
You exhale out your nose and merely face your step-father Daemon with a feigned smile. “Prince Daemon, hope the sea wasn't rough.”
Said man shakes his head stiffly. “Not at all. It’s a pleasure seeing you again.”
You hide your face of disgust, and hum softly before you respond very dryly. “And you.” You sigh and finally end the greetings to point to the gates. “Let’s head inside.”
Without question they follow after you, staring up at everything that’s changed since they were last here, and ignoring the gawkers that step aside and let you all pass. When you’re inside the castle walls, those who can break away from the group get sent away, leaving you with your mother, Daemon and the babies.
“Cassandra,” you tell one of the servants following you. “Show my mothers handmaidens to the kids chambers, they can stay with Aerion. “Have baths drawn for my mother and the prince, and set for lunch at the gardens for me and my cousins.”
The servant girl nods her head and scurries off, letting your mother fall beside you. “Being in charge suits you,” she comments.
You smile softly. “It’s either that or sewing by my fire,” you scoff. “There’s not much I can do here, so I take what I can.” You meet her gaze and shoot her smirk. “And I do like it.”
Your mother smiles back at you, but you then falter and sigh deeply. “I do what I can,” you add. “With grandfather, at court…I hope you understand that.”
“Don’t you worry about that, my sweet,” she assures you. “I understand.”
The corner of your lips tug to a relieved smile and her words do work to assure your worry. You don’t have much power here, not with Alicent seeming to ice you out after about a month of trying at first, but you try your best whether it’s putting out good words, and or doing good deeds in your mothers name. And with your grandfather, well, you do what you can. But that’s not much, just simple company.
Throughout the year though there has been this pesky doubt that made you think you’d somehow disappoint your mother. It’s good that she doesn’t think so.
“I would say it’s nice to be home,” your mother interjects. “But I scarcely recognize it.”
Daemon hums and walks ahead, letting you comment in high Valyrian so bypassers won’t understand.
“<The vipers have spread their poison deep in these halls.>” You steal a glimpse at all the faith symbols that have replaced the dragons, and huff out.
“<I see that,” your mother says. “It’s unfortunate they can’t poison themselves.>
You hum in agreement, but keep quiet as footsteps trail up behind you while you climb the stairs that lead to the King's chambers.
“Princess y/n,” a familiar voice calls out.
You glance back and see Vanessa, so you stop in your tracks and let your mother catch up to her husband so you can hear what Vanessa has to so urgently say.
“What is it?” You probe.
Vanessa leans by your ear and whispers, “there was a problem in Aegon’s chambers involving a servant girl. She was then taken to the Queen's quarters right away.”
You snap your eyes to meet her gaze and smirk proudly. “Good job. Thank you for telling me, go find out more and talk to me later.” You grab her hand and smile at her. “Be careful.”
Vanessa nods and then turns to leave back where she had come from, letting you catch up to the pair you had been with. And once Vanessa is out of sight they both look at you curiously, and only your mother presses you.
“Is everything all right?”
You draw in a deep breath and this time give Daemon your attention too. “I don’t know,” you exhale. “It truly depends…<the serpent is getting ready to strike again.>” you hide your smirk as they’re only more confused and instead just leave them to their curiosity for now. “I’ll tell you later. I can’t now.”
It’s not the most jaw dropping news, it’s not surprising either, but you know that they’ll at least be somewhat shocked that you have a way to know. And you also know Daemon will like what you have to say since you both hate how the Hightower’s like to think they’re holier than thou, but ignore the nasty activities that Aegon can taint them in all the wrong ways.
Regardless though, as they visit your grandfather you let them be and catch up to your brothers.
“Jace! Luke!” You call out for them, making them stop in their tracks just before they can reach the door.
“You should have told us to wait for you,” Jacaerys says as he watches you get between them.
You shrug. “Matters come up, I wouldn’t have wanted you to waste your afternoon waiting,” you explain and hook your arm around Lucerys to walk with them now. “Anyways, where is it you’re heading to?”
“Trainingyard,” Lucerys points out even if you already knew since you recognized the hall. “We’ve just been walking around. Seeing what's new.”
You hum and feel the gentle breeze as the doors open for the three of you. And the moment the door does open, the sound of clashing metal rings in your ear, clamoring echoes throughout the training yard, and murmurs are heard from the stairs. At first when you had just arrived from Winterfell, hearing and seeing the halls and courtyards be filled with people was hard getting used to. But now the noise and all the people just tune out.
“Now tell me sweet brothers how much you’ve missed seeing my pretty face,” you interject and let Lucerys go to spin around on your heels and begin walking back on the stairs, making Lucerys grow concerned over your carelessness.
“The days have been truly dreadful,” Jacaerys feeds into your ego. “The years passed by with little meaning without you.”
You flash Jacaerys a grin and squeal. He may be sarcastic but you don’t care, you like his response regardless.
“Be careful,” Lucerys warns, but you ignore him and spin around to grab the railing and rush down the stone stairs. “How does it look now that you’ve gotten older? I know I thought this castle was much bigger when I returned.”
“Really?” Lucerys questions. “It’s smaller than I remember.”
You hum softly and glance out at the training yard, catching a crowd of people surrounding Aemond at the far end of the yard.
He isn’t hard to miss, his long silver hair gives him away, and his fascinating skills attract anyone passing by. Aemond surely catches your attention right now too, just like the many times before.
“It looks exactly the same,” Jacaerys retorts in a much more lighthearted tone than your little brother. “Oh, Luke, come on.” Jacaerys rushes past you and chooses to lead the way.
“I have to show you both my archery skills,” you interject happily and run to a rack of weapons. “I think they’re a lot better than my sword skills, especially when I’m on dragonback!”
However, before you can grab a bow Jacaerys grabs your hand and pulls you with him towards the gates. “Look,” he laughs and pats a dent on the stone wall. “This is what Lucerys made with Ser Criston’s morningstar.”
You share an enteriantined gaze and feel the bumpy dent. “Little Luke?” You question.
Jacaerys nods. “Yes! He thought he was stronger than he was.” He turns and speaks louder so Lucerys can hear now. “See? I told you this would still be here. And you thought you could swing Criston’s morningstar.” He glances at you again and snickers. “He almost took his own head off.”
You giggle softly before you pull him back to the rack where Lucerys stayed.
Rather than grabbing a bow and arrows, your gaze falls on the sparring swords.
“Careful,” Jacaerys warns with feigned concern. “What would your husband say about you grabbing such a weapon? This is for men.”
You roll your eyes and wrap your hand around a long sword. “He can go speak to Astraea if he has anything to say about it.”
Jacaerys scoffs softly, but rather than countering with something witty he addresses something else. “What’s your problem?”
You pick your eyes off the weapons and look at your side, catching a glum frown on Lucerys face. So now you grow concerned too.
“Everyone’s staring at us,” Lucerys answers quietly.
You peer back and catch gawkers whispering amongst each other as their eyes pierced into your brothers. They’re so focused on them that they don’t catch you glaring right back at them. Nor do you actually draw their attention just yet, you play it off discreetly and instead counter back to Jacaerys by clashing the sword in your hand against the dagger he had picked up.
Jacaerys flashes you a proud grin, and you mirror it before you both turn again and fist bump.
No matter how far you’ve been apart, or if you haven't seen each other in years, your bond hasn’t broken. Now that they aren’t little and annoying—well they’re still probably annoying because they are your little brothers, but now that you’re older, you get along a lot better than before. This was a fine example, neither Jacaerys nor you had to say anything, you just clashed sparring weapons like if it was planned.
“No one would question me being heir to Driftmark…” Lucerys adds and goes quieter. “If…I looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon and you y/n than Ser Harwin Strong.”
You put the weapon down and shuffle closer to him before you look back again, and let yourself get noticed this time by the onlookers who aren’t gathering around Aemond and Ser Criston. You don’t shoot them daggers, but you do meet their gazes and lift your chin to demonstrate your power.
They realize they were caught staring and gossiping so they shut their mouths and turn to slowly walk away, letting you exhale and face Lucerys now. “People talk regardless,” you tell him and grab his shoulder so he can meet your gaze. “It doesn’t matter who you are, what you might look like, they talk because they have nothing better to do with their lives. Ignore them, what they think doesn’t matter. They’re nothing but commoners with nothing compared to you.”
You offer your brother a soft smile before you ruffle his hair.
Lucerys exhales softly and offers you a tiny smile.
After that, before anything else can be said, the sound of cracking wood and cheering steals the attention of the three of you towards Aemond and Ser Criston sparring. Like many times before they’re the stars of the training yard, when they spar many people gather to watch them fight. And why wouldn't they? They’re an impressive pair.
“Come,” you urge your brothers before you break away and push through the crowd to watch your husband and Ser Criston.
You watch Aemond swing his shiny sword, but miss as Ser Criston slides back. You pay attention to his quick counterattack, but hold your breath as you watch how Aemond barely blocks the move with his shield.
When Aemond throws the shield to the side and stands back to his given height, you slowly breathe out and squint your eyes on how he swings his arm. Ser Criston then responds by swinging his weapon, but hitting the ground. The pair then switches sides and watches each other.
You begin to smirk and watch them circle each other before Ser Criston uses his aggression and swings at Aemond, but misses every time. It’s as Ser Criston gets closer to Aemond, that your husband clashes his sword against the weapon, and then spins around Ser Criston before ending the spar by pointing the blade at his throat.
You immediately beam and clap with glee.
“Well done, my prince,” Ser Criston says as he lowers his hand. “You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.”
“I don’t give a shit about tourneys,” Aemond snaps back. “Nephews,” he then says without looking at them beside you.
No first he lowers his weapon and meets your gaze briefly before he drops his eye on your brothers.
“You come to train?” Aemond asks.
The corner of your lips tug to a soft smile and you look at your brothers to await their response, but Aemond then addresses you, “my love.”
You blink and look over at him and smile before you both meet halfway.
“Have you come to train?” He asks you and grabs your hand to lift your knuckles to his lips, and press a gentle kiss on them.
“I’ve come to see you train,” you rebuttal and grab his shoulder to lean in and give him a small kiss on his lips. “<I’ve missed you, it’s like I haven’t seen you all day.>” you comment High Valyrian.
Aemond cups your jaw and smirks. “<I’ve missed you. Let me kiss you so I can have something to think about when you’re not with me.>”
These sweet words are why you came to be with child so quickly after your marriage. His voice is so sexy and soothing, its like a spell in your ears. He enchants you with every word that goes past his pink lip.
It’s why you can’t say no, you kiss him with eagerness, you bite his bottom lip with a burning passion that only grows every day. You don’t care if there’s a crowd; they want something to look at? They can see the love you and Aemond share.
The one and only reason why you cut the kiss short is because your brothers are here, but you still don’t pull away from Aemond, you hold his gaze with a smirk.
“Open the gates!” Voices break through the courtyard, causing you to slide your hands to Aemond’s chest and turn to watch gates.
But much to your misfortunate it’s your uncle Ser Vaemond Velaryon. He marches down surrounded by his people sporting proudly the Velaryon sigil and the bright house colors. You know he sees the crowd, the boy that he wants to dethrone, but he acts like he doesn’t care, he acts nonchalant as he slithers past.
Oh you can't wait for that smirk to be wiped off his face when he loses his fight on the morrow. If only you can do it now. What you’d give him to see him beg for his pathetic life in front of Astraea.
It’s a bit extreme, sure, but who in the Seven Hell cares? You don’t.
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*LATER*
“Look at that!”Jacearys exclaims and pulls your hand to him to get a closer look at the glimmering sapphire ring on your finger. “It’s huge! Mother look.” He lifts your hand over the couch, so you lift your head to peer over.
Albeit your mother doesn’t pay much mind to the ring on your finger, she just glances and hums before she focuses back on Aerion.
Ever since you brought him to her she can’t help but swoon over him, she doesn’t even seem to want to let go. She especially likes how little Viserys finds baby Aerion so fascinating. They’re so young and untouched by this stupid feud between the family that it’s nice watching them play so innocently with each other.
Sure, at first Aerion was cautious of her and the others, but that’s because he hadn’t seen anyone before until this very moment. But he quickly became as equally as enamored by his grandmother and couldn’t get enough of her.
Maybe he can also sense the babe she carries?
“How is it that you carry yourself?” Jacaerys teases and drops your hand. “I mean that big head of yours is already weighing you down.” He snickers, and Lucerys stifles his laughter.
You look away from your mother to shoot Jacaerys a pointed look as you feign laugh before you shove him back with your foot. “Look at your hands,” you redirect as you stroke your cat's fur. “It looks like they haven’t seen a day of work in your entire life.” You blink and look back at Baela with a smirk. “How can you marry a prince like that?” You tease with a snarky laugh.
Baela smiles softly, and Jacaerys rolls his eyes and sits on your legs since your head was on Baela’s lap. “Let me see your hands then,” he argues.
You lift your left hand off your cat and show him a scar that trails over your middle, ring and pinky finger. “I got this from ice.”
Lucerys drags himself over on the couch and leans over to look at what you’re showing off.
“Fuck off,” Jacaerys scoffs.
You sit up straight and let Rhaena too as she approaches with curiosity of her own. “I’m being completely honest!” You defend yourself. “Ice burns! The maester said I was lucky, I could’ve gotten my fingers amputated.”
“Okay,” Jacaerys plays along as he finds your story still made up. “How did you get it?”
You smile softly at your hand as a memory of Cregan comes to mind. “Uh, my friend and I were out skating on the iced over lake, and then we heard a cry out in the woods nearby, so me, being ever so curious,” you laugh softly and glance at all of them paying close attention. “I went to check it out, that’s when we saw a stag stuck under an ice cap. I didn’t have gloves on so as my friend helped the stag I lifted the ice cap with my sleeves over my hands. Albeit half of my left sleeve slipped so it only covered half of my hand, and I couldn’t let it go or else it would hit the stag again, so I had to let it burn.”
Jacaerys sits back and hums with his eyes squinted on you, so you challenge his gaze.
“I’m telling the truth! I swear it,” you plead your case.
“I knew ice was cold,” Lucerys interjects, “but I never knew it could do that.”
You nod softly. “Ice is dangerous, but it’s beautiful. At night when the moon hits it, it shines like stars.” You grin with excitement. “We need to go North. All of us, on dragonback! Rhaena can ride with me since Astraea is bigger. I know a spot on The Wall we can see.”
“I thought the dragons didn't go past it,” Rhaena adds, causing your gaze to drift to her. “I read it. Is it true?”
You glance down and think back to the few times you did fly to the wall. “Well,” you answer unsurely. “We never went past the wall, we would land on top of it each time, but…” you hum and blink repeatedly in confusion. “I think now that you mention it, Astraea would never wander past the wall, she’d stay perched or just circle behind me.”
“Huh,” Jacaerys breathes out thoughtfully.
You look at your cousin and smirk at her. “Thanks for pointing it out, Rhaena,” you add. “I never gave it much thought. Now I’m extremely curious as to why.”
“Perhaps,” Baela cuts in with a smirk that matches yours. “We should try it out? See what the dragons do this time. That’d be fun!”
You nod in agreement, and just as you do the door opens, pulling the attention of everyone to the entrance. That’s when you see Prince Daemon walk in, and you instantly begin to lose your smile.
You’d ask what he was doing here but unfortunately he is your mothers…husband—
Please if your eyes rolling could make a sound it would be the loudest sound in the room.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Daemon cuts through the silence that had built in the parlor room. “As you were.”
You cross your arms over the couch to rest your chin on your hands, and watch every step he takes with a discreet piercing glare as he approaches your mother holding Aerion.
It doesn’t matter if he’s your mothers husband, your uncle, step-father, and father of your younger brothers, you don’t like him. You don’t trust him. You don’t like how carries himself like if he’s the best, you don’t like the way he talks, or the way he acts. You had no reason to be wary of him before, but now?
It’s no accident how your father died. Ser Qarl cared for your father, he had no ill intention ever, he didn’t kill your father; his paramour. You just—no, you can’t believe it!
Besides, it’s no coincidence your fathers death happened as soon as Lady Laena died! You’ve heard the rumors of how creepy Daemon was with your mother when she was young. You know who he is, The Rogue Prince, It’s not past him to kill and manipulate to get something he wants.
You can’t make your mother see it, you have no proof. You can’t make your brothers support you for that same reason, so they can like him until then. And maybe you’re just delusional, feeding this stupid hatred, but how can you not think it? How can you like him? You loved your father and he’s gone now, he died moments after Daemon walked into your mothers life again.
In your eyes Daemon is the monster that took him away. A demon incarnate.
His evil eyes catch your stare, but you don’t look away, you lift your nose in the air and narrow your glare until he’s the one that drifts his gaze away.
“Tell me my sweet,” your mother interjects as she walks to Daemon to show Aerion off to him with a pride. “Has there been any improvement with the dragon egg?”
You sigh and shake your head. “No. It hasn’t hatched, but,” you add with a soft smile. “If it doesn’t then it’ll be fine. Maybe he’s meant to bond with Seasmoke, or another dragon. Aemond hopes he will bond with a bigger one later on too.”
“It’s common for us to bond with dragons later on,” Daemon cuts in even if you did not ask. “Maybe he’s meant to ride the fiercest.”
You clench your jaw and hum in agreement, thankfully your mother fills your silence. “Do you like the sound of that, little prince?” She tells Aerion. “Riding the fiercest dragon in the world?”
You watch her smile at him, and he smiles back, so you can’t help but do the same regardless of the thorn on your side that keeps stabbing you.
“If the gods are graceful,” she continues softer and grabs his little fist to press a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “You and my Visenya will ride side by side.”
Aerion coos happily, making your mother giggle and for Daemon to caress Aerion’s head.
You don’t like it, you’d take Aerion away from his proximity, but you hold yourself together and bite your tongue. Even if it is very difficult, very, very difficult.
“What was the news that was shared with you earlier?” Daemon once again cuts in. “You said you’d share it.”
Calm down. Calm down…
You put the cat down to push yourself off the couch and stretch your limbs, before you walk to the small table holding the wine. “<I’m sure you’ve all heard the rumors about the Queen’s eldest son that get spread around by the little birds,” you begin to say to everyone in High Valyrian in case bypassers passed the parlor room, or stopped by. “ Well,” you snicker as you pour yourself wine. “That’s been me and a close friend I met a couple months back.>” You turn and walk towards the balcony doors to let the sun kiss your flesh.
Everyone in the room watches you closely, but you notice that it’s Daemon who pays closer attention than most.
“<Today news,” you continue and take a sip of the sweet red wine. “Mhmm, well,” you smack your lips and lower the goblet. “My handmaiden found out that the eldest son assaulted a servant in his bedchambers. She then said…> you trial off and smirk as you turn, letting the sun's beaming rays reflect off your eyes and make them burn ferociously, they bounce off your white-silver hair so brightly that it’s like seeing diamonds gleam.
“<… that the Queen paid off the servant to keep her mouth shut and leave…” you lift the cup to your lips and smirk deeply at your wine. “I payed her triple to stay with my close friend.> You sip your wine and hear Daemon snicker.
This time you can’t help but be actually proud of his speechless approval.
“Why?” Lucerys asks.
You lower the goblet and meet his gaze. “<Why what? Why I take time out of my day to spy around the castle? Well, to taint the reputation of the Hightowers that they think is so holy. They parade the eldest son around like if he’s some angel or some Aegon the conqueror incarnate, so I want to undermine them. And two,” you shrug. “I don’t like the eldest son, no one in the city does. He’s a drunk, rapist, with no sense for duty…I’m also bored. That’s why.>”
“Hm,” your mother hums and only takes a few steps towards where you are. “How do you do it?” She asks. “I'm sure that they have eyes on you all the time.”
You shake your head. “Not as much as you’d think, but,” you say and turn to walk to a round table. “<I remember you would disappear through secret doors,” you continue in Valyrian. “I came back, went exploring and after getting lost a few times I found myself around. We use that.>” You lean back against the table's edge and set your goblet down.
“Who’s this friend?” Daemon probes.
“Do you trust her?” Jacaerys cuts in and gets off the couch.
You scoff and shake your head whilst you now push yourself off the table and walk to your mother and Aerion. “Only a fool would trust the White worm. But we have common enemies so we bond over our discontent of certain people.” You share and take Aerion from your mother now.
“Hm,” your mother hums with a slight smirk. “I never thought you could be so calculating, my sweet.”
You meet her gaze and shake your head. “Not calculating. I’m playing it smart, like you told me.”
Your mother responds with a gentle smile before she caresses your chin and then wanders over to Daemon. “You don’t happen to have something on Ser Vaemond do you?”
You laugh softly and shake your head. “No. Sorry. But don’t worry, I’m sure it will go the right way on the morrow.” You glance at Lucerys and offer him an assuring smile.
Lucerys sighs deeply and slouches as his concern clouds over him.
“I’ll pray on it. To the old gods, they listen.” You say with hope before you look at your son. “Now we must go. We had a lovely day.” You look at your mother and then at your brothers and cousins to offer them an excited grin. “It was good seeing you all. I’ve truly missed you all. It hasn’t felt like home until now.” You sigh softly and begin to walk to the door. “I’ll see you to break fast. Good night.”
“Good night!” Everyone says after you. And just before you can disappear past the doors, you offer them one last smile.
Once you’re out in the hall past the parlor room you meet your sons wandering gaze and speak to him. “Now let’s go see your father. He must miss us. I know I miss him. Do you?”
The baby coos, making you laugh softly before you press him against your chest to embrace him with so much affection.
Last year you wished to be back at Winterfell, you wished for this life to be shared with Cregan. But now….you have to admit that you can’t picture your life with anyone else but Aemond.
So…maybe it’s time that your letters to Cregan come to a stop…
——
*THE NEXT DAY*
“Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, and her royal consort Prince Daemon Targaryen.”
The clamoring shared throughout the throne room cuts off, providing a chilling silence. Eyes fall on a Daemon right away as he begins to walk down the stairs, but you see them quickly dart to his other side where your mother is since the petitions being held today are about her son Lucerys. The gazes of the audience follow her all the way down the stairs, you can tell that they’re itching to murmur their despicable rumors, but they bite their tongue and just watch with caution and curiosity.
“Y/N of House Velaryon, Princess of Dragonstone, and lady wife of Prince Aemond Targaryen.” The knight continues to announce.
Now the eyes of the onlookers fall on you, they slightly widen in surprise since you don’t quickly try to reach your husband, and instead trail behind your mother and take the lead in front of your brothers; your mothers heir, and the heir to Driftmark. You can feel each and every gaze pierce into you, even that of Alicent; they tear you apart as they watch you walk in with your nose in the air to try and determine what color of gown you’d wear; green like Aemond, or black like your mother.
But you don’t give them the answer they seek, you let them keep gawking, you leave them wondering because that’s what you wanted. You purposely chose to wear a gown that looks black in the shadows, but as you walk under the sun rays your dress appears to have green hues, when in reality it’s just a dark teal.
There should be no sides to his stupid family feud. They can keep whispering if they want, but you’ll never give them the satisfaction of seeing you choose between sides that shouldn't exist.
“Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, Prince Lucerys Velaryon, and Lady Rhaena Targaryen.” The Knight finishes announcing.
This time the whispering picks up again, and this time eyes travel to Lucerys.
He was already feeling insecure as it is, this is probably only making him feel worse, so you slow down your pace and now walk in between him and Jacaerys. “<You’re a prince,” you whisper in Valyrian to your little brother as you shoot back burning glares to the audience watching him. “What they think does not matter.>”
Lucerys eyes fall on you, you can feel his stare before he whispers back. “I know.”
You blink and look at him with a soft look and a sweet smile. And Lucerys mirrors your gesture.
When you reach the front of the throne room you take a step towards the other side to go stand by Aemond, but you’re suddenly interrupted.
“Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.” The Knight announces before closing the doors.
You quickly shuffle back to your mothers side and stand beside Jacaerys to watch the one person everyone was left waiting on, Ser Vaemond. Your grandmother and Baela were already here, as were Alicent, Aemond and his siblings, so now you’re stuck with your family and only able to hold Aemond’s gaze from across the floor.
“Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds,” Lord Otto starts the petition and silences the crowd. “We gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King’s voice on this and all matters.” He pulls his coat and confidently sits on the Iron Throne. “The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.”
You clench your jaw and sigh, you don’t even bother to look at the man, you keep looking at your man across from you as if you haven’t seen him in your all life.
“My Queen,” Ser Vaemond adresses the people who will determine who succeeds. “My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extend beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria….”
Oh please can he just get on with it.
“…for as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom occurred on Valyria our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebears came to this new land knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end of their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.”
“As it does in my four eldest children,” your mother suddenly interrupts. “The offspring of Laenor Velaryon.”
You glance at the ground and smirk proudly at your mothers words and confidence.
“If you care so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition—”
“You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra,” Alicent cuts your mother off. “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.”
What else can he say? That’s all that man can say unless he wants his tongue cut off.
“What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess?” Ser Vaemond directs at your mother now, causing you to lift your gaze and notice him now facing your mother. “I can cut my veins and show it to you…”
Oh gods. How pathetic.
You roll your eyes, and meet Aemond’s gaze to share your annoyance. He was already looking at you, so he responds with a small agreeing smirk.
“…and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours.” Ser Vaemond then turns to face Lord Otto again. “My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor…the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides.”
You exhale deeply and clasp your hands in front of you, and fiddle with your sapphire ring out of boredom.
“Thank you, Ser Vaemond,” Lord Ottos says, letting the man step aside to now address your mother. “Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.”
You lift your gaze again and watch your mother step in the center to now speak her argument. This time unlike with Ser Vaemond, you actually care what she has to say.
“If I am to grace this farce with some answer. I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very—”
The doors begin to open, cutting off your mothers speech and turning all heads back. And when you do you gasp softly in surprise as you see none other than the sick King.
“King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of his Name,” one of his Kingsguard announces to everyone in the hall. “King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.”
He’s always been in too much pain to do much of anything, even when he’s lying down he doesn’t find comfort. But here he comes hobbling forward now, much to everyone's surprise and yours. He doesn’t stop even if you hear his breaths are turning shallow, he pushes forward. He doesn’t even accept the help of his Kingsguard, he pushes on and only pauses once. That’s when his crown clinks on the floor.
That’s also when you catch Daemon leaving his spot and walk over to his brother the King. He picks up the crown that fell and helps his brother to his throne. That alone surprises you more than your grandfather attending this petition. It shouldn’t, you saw how affectionate he was with your mother at breakfast, but Daemon’s…kindness shocks you.
“I must…” the King breaks the shocked silence that covered the hall. “Admit…my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession.”
Exactly!
Please can he now end this farce and your boredom!
“The only one present…” your grandfather continues to say. “…who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’s wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”
Your eyes, that along with everyone else’s travels to your grandmother.
“Indeed, Your Grace,” she interjects very calmly before stepping to the center. “It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son…Lucerys Velaryon.”
If you could laugh at this very moment you would. But you can’t so you just smirk very smugly at Ser Vaemond.
“His mind never changed,” your grandmother continues to add. “Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons, Jace and Luke, to Lord Corlys’s youngest granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena...”
So she did end up agreeing? The call was left for her to take. Or at least that was your understanding.
Good nevertheless. Now the twins will be your good-sisters as well!
You share that happiness with both Baela and Rhaena by offering them both a kind smile as your grandmother finishes speaking her argument.
“...a proposal to which I heartily agree.”
“Well…” your grandfather interjects. “The matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.”
The corner of your lips tug wider, this time you meet your brother's gaze and offer it to him as a, I told you so and congratulations.
“You break law,” Ser Vaemond bluntly cuts in, causing your smile to fall and turn to an annoyed frown. “And centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir.”
You scoff under your breath and twist your face to show your disgust for this man and his words.
“Yet you dare tell me…who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No,” he mutters. “I will not allow it.”
Who does he think is?
“Allow it?” Your grandfather repeats with spite. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”
“That!” Ser Vaemond yells and twists around on his heels to point at Lucerys with anger. “Is no true Velaryon. And certainly no nephew of mine.”
You raise your chin and scowl as you fist your hands at your sides.
“Go to your chambers,” your mother tells Lucerys before adressing Ser Vaemond. “You have said enough.”
“Lucerys is my true born grandson,” your grandfather argues. “And you…are no more than the second of Driftmark.”
“You,” Ser Vaemond snaps. “May run your house as you see fit…but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom! And a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned…” he hisses and throws his head to the side to glare at Lucerys. “I will not see it ended on the account of this—” he trails off and closes his mouth, but you and your family knew what he was going to say.
“Say it,” you catch Daemon egg him on quietly.
“Her sons,” Ser Vaemond continues and now narrows his glare on your mother, making you step forward to her side and grab her hand.
“Are bastards!” Ser Vaemond shouts.
The audience begins to murmur, and you curl your lips to a scowl, whilst your mothers hand tightens around you.
“And she,” Ser Vaemond continues and faces the King. “Is…a whore.”
You swallow thickly and grab your mothers arm to show her comfort.
“I,” your grandfather pants, snapping your attention to him now out of his chair. “Will have your tongue for that.” He threatens him with his blade.
However, before anything can happen you’re startled by the sound of metal loudly slicing through flesh. When you look to where the sound comes from you gasp in horror, and quickly cover your mouth as you see half of Ser Vaemond’s head fall to the floor.
“He can keep his tongue,” Daemon retorts smugly as he puts his blade down.
“Disarm him!” Lord Otto shouts, causing the Kingsguard to pull out their blades and surround him.
“No need,” Daemon says as he cleans his sword with his cloak, and then returns to where he was.
“Call the maesters!” Alicent’s shout breaks you from your shock, and snaps your eyes away from the bleeding body to watch her run to your grandfather groaning on his Iron Throne.
“Father?” Your mother calls out and slips away from you to head to him. However she doesn’t make it far since Alicent is already helping him.
“Please, my love,” you hear her tell your grandfather. “You must take something for the pain.” She adds as she lifts him off his chair.
“I will not cloud my mind,” he argues as he holds onto her. “I must put things right.”
The maester and one of his Kingsguard takes him from the Queen and helps out of the Throne room, bringing it all to an end once and for all. So now that nothing was left, now that people were going to come pick up the body, you step away from your spot and face your family.
“I will see you all for supper,” you tell them with a soft smile.
Your mother nods in comprehension, and that’s all you needed as a response, so you lean towards her and press a gentle goodbye kiss on her cheek before you turn and walk towards Aemond, already waiting for you in the center.
He reaches his hand out for yours and you gladly take his when you reach him. As you now begin to head out, he glances back at your family as they watch him at your side, he lets his gaze linger for a moment as if taunting them, or showing off how much you love one another before he presses a kiss on your head and rolls his head ahead.
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“A gift from the Queen,” you repeat what your handmaiden Vanessa said before she unveiled a gown lathered in green and hints of gold.
Sure it’s a beautiful gown, the shoulders are covered by gold metal dragon scales. And the front is very impressive, it has a long elegant gold embroidered cut down the center which is quite to your liking; you hate feeling restricted in a gown. But it’s green. She wants you to make a statement at supper in front of the whole of your family, in front of your mother and in front of Aemond. You know it.
And even if you don’t want to pick sides. Even if you think it’s stupid that there is such a thing, you can’t give in and wear green.
“Put it away,” you tell Vanessa, “I can wear it another day, but do send the Queen a thank you card. Pull out the lilac one, the one…with the pleated skirt and silk dragon scales over the breasts. I like the diamond cut it has over the belly and the sides ”
Vanessa smiles and nods. “That one is my favorite too. I like the gold embroidered dragon scales on it though.”
You giggle and turn to pick up the letters you had saved from Cregan. You cherished them, his soft spoken words, the way he writes. When you miss him you enjoy reading what he wrote. But you…can’t have him as a temptation anymore, you love him, he was your first love, but…you have to let him go for Aerion, for Aemond.
Even if it hurts you have to let him go. You’ll miss him for a long time, maybe forever, but it’s for the best.
So before Aemond can walk in you approach the fireplace with the letters in your hand and crouch in front of the dancing flames. You push them forward, but hesitate before the flames can touch the paper.
You can’t…
Your bottom lip begins to tremble, and a lump begins to form in your throat.
You can’t—but you have to. You have to. He has to be a memory.
So after a deep breath you close your eyes and throw the letters in the fire. When you feel nothing weighing your hands down, when you hear the fire crackle you slowly open your eyes and let a tear escape out of your eyes.
Cregan has to be a memory…
You watch the letters burn away, you watch the flames dance, feel the heat warm your face, but it never burns.
In fact while you watch the flames eat away the paper they seem to induce you, you feel suddenly captivated by the bright burning flames. It seems like there’s nothing else around you but the fire. You mindlessly begin to move your hand to reach out for the flames even if in the back of your mind you’re telling yourself to stop, that it can burn, but you keep inching your hand closer and closer.
That is until the tip of your fingers are embraced by the flames. Yet that doesn’t break you from your stupor, now you’re completely fascinated, hoping that seeing your hands be unscathed by the fire isn’t some crazy dream.
You move your hand deeper and smile now as the fire keeps embracing your flesh, but then approaching from the hall are familiar footsteps, so you pull your hand away and stand up.
A knock then raps on the door before it opens and Aemond walks in.
“You’re not dressed yet,” he points out.
You look away from the flames to meet his gaze, and shake your head. “I'm going to take a bath,” you walk to the bathtub and then lean back to face him with a smirk. “Join me? Supper isn’t until, about, two hours?”
“One,” he corrects you.
You shrug him off and watch Vanessa walk out of your closet with your dress. “Do you like the dress I picked out?” You ask him to pass the time while you wait for Vanessa to walk out before you can help him undress.
Aemond gives it a long look before meeting your gaze and nodding. “I like when you wear purple. It’s always been your favorite color.”
You grin brighter and nod. “It has because well, I heard that since lilacs bloom in the spring, the color lilac represents love, first love,” you speak out softly as you push yourself away from the bathtub and walk to him.
Aemond swallows thickly as he holds your gaze the entire time.
“And blue, sapphire blue and red make purple,” you laugh and begin to fiddle with his buckles when you close the gap between the two of you.
Aemond hums and only looks away because Vanessa walks out of the room. When you can no longer hear her out in the hall he gives you all his attention and lets you take his eyepatch off.
“There it is,” you whisper as you place the eyepatch down. You then take no time to help him undress with urgency.
Aemond also steps in and slips your robe off, making you feel your body begin to burn with desire.
Once you’re both done you smack your lips together and begin to devour each other, like if it’s the first time. He pushes you back before he slides his hands to the back of your knees and helps you wrap them around his waist.
Aemond knows you have a task to do, so he sits you on the edge of the tub without letting your lips go, he continues to move in sync with you until you’re the one that teases him and pulls back to dip the warm water.
Aemond scoffs in protest as he licks his swollen lips, but you just snicker and motion him over with your finger.
He challenges you as if protesting against what you did, but he can’t resist you so he eventually climbs in the water and sinks down between your legs.
“You know,” you interject as you pull off the leather tie around his hair to let half of his hair fall over his shoulders. “I don’t even feel like going to supper.”
Aemond begins to caress your knee and probes. “Why not?”
You grab the bowl from the small table and duck it in the water to scoop some up. “Because of Daemon. Because he will be there. Lurking like a creep.”
Aemond hums, so you proceed to dump the water on his hair and continue to talk. “Acting like nothing happened. Like the world is his.” You scoff.
“You had breakfast with him,” Aemond points out.
You roll your eyes and shake your head whilst you begin to massage shampoo in Aemond’s hair. “Yeah out of courtesy. I wanted to spend time with my mother and siblings, I can’t just be like “hey you can’t join us for breakfast.” He’s my mothers husband, my little brother's father. My…” you stick your tongue out and groan. “I can’t even say it—Regardless, I had to and well…he is nice to my mother, which counts for something. I just…” You trail off and exhale deeply.
“You miss him,” Aemond whispers.
You nod slowly. “I do. I miss my father. I know my mother wasn’t truly happy with him, I want her to be happy, but…” you pause and wash the shampoo from Aemond’s hair.
Once the product is all out he looks back to meet your watery gaze. “What?” He presses you.
“I wish I knew what happened,” you mutter in a shaky voice. “I know Daemon had a part in it….am I mad for thinking that?”
Aemond turns around completly and cups the side of your face. “No,” he shakes his head. “No. I would want to know too, especially because your father passed away soon after Daemon's wife died.”
You sigh in relief after hearing him express what you had been thinking too. All this time you’ve been spinning all your thoughts about the matter like a spider's web, trying to connect dots, driving yourself mad. You expressed that same theory to Cregan, but he shut you down and said that the story of Ser Qarl matched, and that you were only going to make things worse by thinking too much about it. So it’s relieving having someone understand.
“He was so quick to kill Vaemond today,” you share. “I wouldn't put it past him to have…gotten rid of my father too.”
Aemond nods, and you can’t help but smile softly in relief. “So no, I’m not mad?”
Aemond shakes his head. “No, my sweet love. No, I believe you. Whatever you plan to do, I will be by your side.”
You didn’t actually think of exposing Daemon to the masses, maybe just to your brothers to have them team up against him too. You’d even tell your mother too, but that’s about it. You just want the satisfaction of knowing the truth.
“<I love you,>” you tell him in High Valyrian before you embrace him. “Thank you…for not thinking I’m mad. I appreciate it.”
Aemond returns your embrace and presses a kiss on your head, before he turns you around so you can be laying against him in between his legs.
“I love you,” he says back in your ear, letting you grab his hand and press a kiss on his knuckles.
“Now,” you whisper after a moment of silence. “Tell me about your day.”
Aemond exhales deeply and helps you scrub your body with the lilac and honey scented soap he liked smelling on your skin so much.
“Well,” he whispers. “Nothing much today. I caught up on a book I haven’t finished.”
You hum, but don’t actually leave it at that, you know him and his struggle with…Lucerys. You’re not stupid, he may not tell you, he may hide it well, but you know seeing your brother makes him mad. You can’t hold that against Aemond. It’s normal. He lost his eye after all.
The only thing you won’t do is pick sides. You’ll understand both sides, but never side with one over the other.
“Look,” you interject and peer over at him. “I doubt Lucerys will stay long. You’ll only have to tolerate him a bit longer. Okay?”
Aemond blinks in disbelief, and doesn’t add anything. He’s just actually shocked you knew his struggle. That you don’t judge his anger because you love your brother Lucerys.
“We only have to get through supper;” you assure him. “After that we can go stay at the summer house if they stay longer,” you suggest. “We go on dragonback since Aerion enjoys flying, we picnic by the waterfalls at sunset. We present Aerion to some horses. We can enjoy our nights stargazing in the grass fields.” You smile sweetly and look back at him. “How does that sound? Just you, Aerion and me. And of course our dragons, hm?”
“What of you?” He says, making your smile falter. “Don’t you want to spend time with your brothers? Your mother?”
You nod. “Yes,” you agree softly. “But Aerion and I can accompany them back to Dragonstone when they leave. Stay there for a few days and come back home. How does that sound?”
“All right,” he agrees. “Not like you were asking for permission.”
You laugh softly and shake your head. “No.” You then look ahead again and watch the fire as you lean your head back against Aemond’s chest. “As of now,” you sigh, “we just survive through supper. You tolerate Lucerys, and I tolerate Daemon…it shall be fun.”
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Vash needs therapy Pt. 1
(FYI: My view on therapy is that everyone can benefit from professional support, at least at times. But some people *need it urgently, right now, and maybe long term*. It’s a tool, don’t judge.)
So here’s my personal rule: DON’T DIAGNOSE PEOPLE OVER THE INTERNET. It’s unethical, and even if I were qualified (I am not) it would still be wrong.
But Vash is fictional, so that’s ok. :)
I said previously that psychological character analysis tries to explain how a character’s actions flow naturally from their past, relationships, and assumptions.
Today, we’re going to mostly look at actions. And Vash’s actions say he’s got a Savior Complex.
Savior Complex (SC) isn’t a diagnosis of mental illness. It’s not even in any version of the DSM. It’s more like a state of mind, stemming from toxic beliefs and reflected in toxic behaviors. Anybody can develop this mindset, with or without an accompanying mental illness.
Thanks to not being a “disorder”, SC is not a big subject for serious academics, but practicing therapists write about it a lot, so my citations are a little bit informal.
My favorite version of a definition of SC is from Grouport:
The savior complex is a psychological construct that describes a person's need or compulsion to save others, often neglecting their own needs in the process. It's a behavior pattern often rooted in empathy, but when left unchecked, it can lead to unhealthy dynamics in relationships and personal distress.
Individuals with a savior complex often believe that their worth is tied to their ability to help others. This belief can stem from societal expectations that value selflessness and altruism, sometimes to the point of self-sacrifice.
Doing good deeds is not a bad thing by itself; it even has health benefits for both helper and helped. But taken to extremes, it becomes a problem. People with SC often damage themselves and others in the name of saving someone, even the target of their help.
WebMD has a pretty thorough list of behaviors and beliefs that can indicate a SC. Let's match some of what we observe in Vash's actions and words to these indicators.
Does helping or saving others:
✅Put you in danger physically if you try to save someone in a dangerous situation
Agreeing to duel the Officer Chuck Lee in Jeneora Rock; jumping back inside the worm to rescue the reporters; getting in the middle of Wolfwood and Livio's firefight; walking right into Knives' trap; taking a bullet for literally anyone.
✅Affect your mental state, especially if you aren’t able to save the other person
After Rosa kicks him out of Jeneora Rock, Vash tells Meryl he is smiling because "I don't deserve to cry"; refusing to talk after Jeneora Rock; refusing to eat for two days after Jeneora Rock, refusing to eat for weeks after the Big Fall (especially significant since he only eats for the joy of it); stating that that he “failed” to protect Rem, and so he *has* to save LITERALLY EVERYONE; after the Big Fall, lying about Nai's survival to Luida and Brad.
✅Cause you to neglect your own physical needs, which could lead to illness
Refusing to eat for two days after Jeneora Rock; refusing to eat for weeks after the Big Fall; Letting that one officer in JuLai shoot him over Jeneora Rock, when Vash easily could have dodged; letting the JuLai military police beat him up until he was bleeding, in Jeneora Rock.
❌Lead you to get burned out
Not Vash, but only because he's not human.
✅Affect your personal relationships
In Rosa's first appearance, she says Vash rescued the town before, and that any friend of his is welcome in her diner. But after the Nebraskas, EG the Mine, and Knives wreck the town and Knives steals the Plant, Jeneora Rock has no power or water, and they have an enormous quantity of injured and dead people. Rosa blames Vash and kicks him out.
Wolfwood and Vash continually fight because Vash wants Wolfwood to adopt nonviolence, while Wolfwood finds that totally impractical. This creates conflict when Wolfwood kills the giant worm, then again when he shoots Rollo as a mercy, and again when Livio turns up on the steamer. Vash wants Wolfwood to change, even against his own will.
And then there's Knives. //sigh//
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Effin Knives... Let's just put a quote here from VeryWellMind:
They also can have problems in their relationships with family and friends, and frequently find themselves being taken advantage of by others. People close to a person with a savior complex just assume that person will take care of them, without any regard to their needs. It can lead to a toxic, one-sided relationship, where your boundaries and feelings are not respected.
🤷‍♀️Negatively affect the person or people you’re trying to help
This is less clear-cut, because lots of people blame Vash for events that others are acually responsible for (chiefly Knives). We could argue that his previous failures lead to people not trusting his intentions, and acting against his saving them... Or we could just talk about Rollo. Vash essentially failed Rollo twice, when he didn't return in time to prevent him being made a child sacrifice, and again 20 years later when Wolfwood shot him as a mercy killing. Vash was angry, but Wolfwood pointed out forcing Rollo to continue living in pain and misery was cruel, and Vash was not able to cure the monstrous changes done to Rollo. Wolfwood feels the killing was actually compassionate, but Vash insists he could have found a solution without killing.
If we call that one a half-point, giving us a 4.5 out of 6 behaviors. Again, SC is not an illness, this is not at all diagnostic, but it's enough to suggest talking to a therapist would be helpful.
There's other self-assesment lists and articles out there, and some lump Hero Complex into the same broad definition as Savior. I had accidentally confused SC with Martyr Complex in an earlier post. The difference really seems be that both people with a Hero or Martyr complex need acclaim or praise for the good deeds they do, but Vash doesn't care about rewards or recognition at all. Rosa said he fixed the plant before for free, and other than food or drink, we never see him ask for payment or even trade in exchange for helping anyone in Trigun Stampede.
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Please tell me what you think of Part 1. Part 2 will cover the psychology of Vash regarding how his past relates to his beliefs, and if we have time, we can try to get into what that does to his relationships.
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Fame in Astrology Pt 2
Topic: Singers🎤🎶
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Hey y’all I’m back with the 2nd part of my fame series! The first part we talked about actors & where in your chart in your chart can you see fame and what you need to look for if you want to act yourself.
Here’s a link to that post:
Now in this post, we’ll discuss what to look for when it comes to singing! You can check your own chart to see to see if you have the ability or look up your favorite singers!
I’ll use Whitney Houston for examples because everyone knows her. I try to use well known people because I don’t know where everyone is from on here.
Disclaimer: this is just my observation and this is just for entertainment purposes only, also don’t steal my work
Let’s begin!
1. When singing is involved, the first thing we need to look at is Venus.
Venus rules over music, the vocal chords, voices and singing abilities.
Ex. Whitney has Venus Leo tightly conj her Leo sun.
2. Now we look at the 2h and where Taurus is at in the chart.
The 2h is ruled by Taurus and Taurus rules over the throat.
Ex. Whitney has Aries 2h with moon conj Jupiter.
Aries, another fire sign, made her have a powerful voice out of this world! With moon here, it made her have a beautiful voice thats pleasing to the ears. Jupiter expands whatever house it’s in. 2h rules over wealth and money, so she was able to become highly successful from her voice.
3. This may come as a surprise but we’re going to talk about Mars next.
I know you’re like huh, what does that have to do with singing?!? But hear me out yall.
You may have the vocals but what kind of performer are you? Singers perform on stage and I believe Mars + Sun can show us what will work best for you.
Mars rules over action and movement
Sun rules over performance
Now combine the two together.
Ex. Now I never been to a Whitney concert so I YouTubed one from the 90s and it reflects back in her chart so well lol
She has Mars Libra and Leo sign(they trine together) now she herself didn’t do a whole lot of physical movement on stage but she doesn’t has to because she has such a captivating voice that it actually worked in her favor! I did noticed that she always dressed so elegant and wore beautiful dresses on stage(libra) and she had background dancers if she was singing a dance song
4. Now let’s talk about your star power!
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Mc-public image and career
Sun/house Leo rules/5h- overall fame
11h-how society views you and your social circles
Ex. Whitney has Leo sun and Venus 6h, people loved her and wanted to work with her as well. Her voice brought comfort to people. She had cancer 5h, she sang songs that people could relate to, songs that had deep emotions in them.
Mc Sagittarius with ruler(Jupiter) in Aries 2h with moon here, worldwide fame, men and women alike loved her.
11h Capricorn with ruler(Saturn) in Aquarius 12h. She’ll be remembered as one of the greatest, 12h rules over icons and with Saturn here, she’ll always be famous. I believe a new about her is out right now which is funny cause it’s technically her 2nd Saturn return. Yes your birth chart energy still continues after your death.
Singing asteroids: more prominent if it aspects a personal planet(sun, moon, mercury, mars, venus)
Singer(10698)-your singing abilities, what you may sing about
Euterpe(27)- musical , songwriting , and singing abilities
(K)Calliope(22)- beautiful voice, have a way with words, writing abilities.
Fama(408)- your overall fame
Varuna(20000)-worldwide fame
Aura(1488)-your overall vibe and energy
I hope you enjoyed the 2nd part to this series! Next part is models so keep a look out
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hamlos · 2 months
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Smg4 Switch Au
Dear Diary
for smg4!
I smg4 will try to write down my things in this diary, but I can’t promise that they will be interesting to other people, because these diaries are for me and also those people who I consider good enough to read my diary.
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Dear Diary
I would like to start with the fact that I got here because I really screwed up and couldn’t defeat “one” of my “enemies”.. after which I ended up here because of him and lost full access to my world, I don’t even know now what’s happening with my friends or acquaintances, in terms of the fact that now, although I see them in another world, they are not the same as before for me. I tried to make friends with them, but I seem to have gained a reputation as a jerk in their eyes, and they don’t want to fully talk to me, even meggy.
Now the only “friend” of all of them is smg3, he is now kind for some reason and also an idiot, but in principle, as long as he doesn’t try to kill me, I’m quite comfortable with him.
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Actually, he looks even better like this when he's not evil and wears those light colored clothes.
In fact, this sounded very strange. Perhaps I should stop describing his clothes.
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Dear Diary
I would like to write here about how I live now, but I don’t know if it will be good for my reputation and safety in the future, because I heard that it seems that one of the Mario brothers is trying to steal my diary, perhaps I will put protection on it so that it cannot be opened without my knowledge.
[But if you opened it like that, then congratulations, you are receiving a nuclear missile in your home as a gift.]
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Recently I tried to make a regular pizza but I didn’t have the ingredients for it, so I put some kind of horseradish on it and it still turned out delicious.
[I forgot what I put in, when I remember I’ll write]
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"Smg3 is probably cool, but for some reason I notice that he behaves like some kind of character from a strange anime. Like DereDere characters, like TsundDere but without mental disorders, maybe...
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Dear Diary
I began to notice that I am too fixated on bad thoughts now, "He" often tried to kill me and I lost all my friends, my castle and my YouTube channel, it’s not like it matters right now, but I worry about my friends a lot .. but not for “him” ..
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Pizza Recipe: Bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon. Cheese.
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OH LORD
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Dear Diary
I apologize to the reader of this diary for such a sudden transition to capital letters, I just remembered one very shameful thing... between me and my enemy.. Brr no, I won’t go play club penguin with smg3 today.
Very embarrassing memories immediately in my head.
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I would like to make some kind of cake for Mario, it seems like his anniversary is coming soon, I don’t remember, even if it’s not soon, I’ll do it anyway.
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he didn’t have an anniversary, I am fool .
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Dear Diary
I hate smg3, he became fixated on his power and I don’t like it, I tried to teach him meme power not so that he wouldn’t respond to my requests to play Club Penguin, this idiot doesn’t understand good things games apparently.
9,5
He answered, for some reason he sounds tired and doesn’t hear my words well, I need to go see him tomorrow, right now I’m looking after the tomato
(Is this partly my pet? I don’t have a pet right now after one incident)
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Dear Diary
Smg3 is not himself, he ruined Mario's anniversary  and now we are trying to calm him down [mario, not the smg3], well, more precisely, they are trying, because I already tried, I'm still watching smg3 and trying to get him out of his own room, why does he even live in the Peach castle? Oh... I got it..
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He is he is loudly angry about something. By the way, I realized that he likes coffee without sugar. This is strange considering how he looks.
#%:;;:
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munson-blurbs · 1 year
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Remember this poll? Well, I rose to the challenge, and I have produced some quality Ted Wheeler smut. Enjoy. Or don't. I'm sorry.
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), dirty talk, Reader is 18, Nancy is a b*tch.
WC: 1.5k
It had all started as a joke between you and Fred Benson.
“You should sleep with Jonathan,” he’d suggested as you sat at your desk, fuming. “That’ll teach her.”
You’d shook your head. “Are you kidding? He follows her around like a lost puppy dog. I could flash my tits and he wouldn’t even bat an eye.” You’d scowled across the cafeteria at the two lovebirds, gazing into each other’s eyes as they distractedly ate their lunches. Nancy was feeding Jonathan potato chips and giggling. “Ugh, she thinks she’s so perfect, like she’s untouchable or something.”
“There’s always one foolproof way to get under someone’s skin,” Fred said, taking a swig of water.
“What?”
“Do it with their opposite-sex parent,” he’d shrugged, as if it were another run-of-the-mill idea. “Nancy thinks she can just steal article assignments that she promised you? Fine; you’ll just have sex with her dad.”
The two of you had laughed at the idea of you seducing Ted Wheeler; the horrified expression on Nancy’s face. It wasn’t until today that you’d actually considered it.
“I need you to cover the chess tournament today,” she’d demanded, handing you a sticky note with the location and time. “Higgins is insisting that it get as much coverage as basketball; something about ‘promoting our academics,’ or some bullshit. Not like anyone’s gonna read it.” She’d rolled her eyes and started to walk away.
“Hold on,” you call out, feeling rage ballooning in your chest. “You’re taking me off of the basketball game article–for the second time in two weeks–so I can write about something that you yourself admit won’t be read.”
“Someone’s gotta do it.” And with that, she flounces away. Sure, she was the The Weekly Streak’s editor, but you’d be writing for the paper just as long as she had. And she’d just crossed the line from exercising authority to a full-blown power-trip.
That’s how you found yourself at the Wheeler household at 4 PM on a Friday. Nancy was at the game, and her little brother would be there, too, cheering on his bench warming freshman friend. You knew from your mom that Mrs. Wheeler would be grocery shopping, and she usually took her youngest daughter with her.
That left Ted Wheeler, all alone in that big house, with nothing to keep him company besides the local news and his favorite recliner.
You ring the doorbell twice, hearing the older man grumble, “coming, coming,” as the living room floor creaked with his movements.
“Can I help you?” he asks, scanning you up and down behind his thick-framed glasses. You’re not surprised at the way he drinks you in; you’re wearing a cleavage-baring shirt and a pair of jeans that cling to every curve.
“Hi, Mr. Wheeler,” you say breathily, tossing your hair slightly and giving off a better view of your neck. “Is Nancy home? We were gonna study together.”
“Uh, no, she’s out,” he mumbles, shoving his hand in his pocket.
You jut out your lower lip in a cute little pout. “Aw, okay,” you lament. “D’you mind if I wait here for her? It’s supposed to rain soon, and I’d hate to get all wet.” You let the double entendre hang in the air as he stammers his approval for you to come in the house.
“You said you’re, uh, one of Nancy’s friends?” Ted mutes the television, leaving the news anchors to report the day’s events in animated silence. 
“We’re both reporters for the school newspaper,” you clarify, not even willing to pretend to be more than acquaintances with that stuck-up priss. “We have AP history together, and there’s a huge test next week.”
Ted nods, keeping his eyes glued to your curves. “Haven’t seen you around before.” And he’s absolutely positive he would’ve noticed you. 
“We don’t hang out outside of school too much,” you admit, strategically sitting on the arm of the recliner where he’d just been, the cushions still slightly indented. “She did come to my eighteenth birthday party last month, though.” Uninvited, you decline to add. 
He muses over the number for a moment. “You can change the channel, if you want.” he says finally, motioning towards the remote on the coffee table. 
“Actually, Mr. Wheeler,” you start, a mischievous smirk dancing on your lips, “there’s a better way I’d like to pass the time.”
He swallows thickly, not wanting to misread signals or overstep any bounds. “Wh-What’s that, hon?”
You pat the recliner smugly. “C’mere and I’ll show you.”
As soon as he sits back in his favorite chair, you straddle his waist and press chaste kisses along his neck. You feel him shift beneath you as you press your core to his. 
“I’m—I’m married,” he chokes out, gripping your hips tightly and helping you rock back and forth. 
“I know,” you reply smartly, unbuttoning his khaki slacks and shimmying off the chair, dropping to your knees. “I can keep a secret if you can.”
“Yeah, I can,” he says, no hesitation. His thick cock springs up to attention as soon as you pull down his briefs. How long has it been since Karen sucked him off that he was already hard?
He hisses as you lick up his shaft, digging his fingernails into the armrests. You take him into your mouth slowly, letting your tongue slide along his considerable length. The sensation—or perhaps the feeling of being desired by such a beautiful younger woman—ignites something in him that he thought had been snuffed out years ago. 
Leaning back a bit more and allowing himself to get comfortable, he lets out a soft moan. “Where’d a good girl like you learn to do this?”
You release him with a soft pop, grinning up at his yearning face. “It’s not hard when you’ve got a lot to work with.” He hums contentedly as you wrap your lips around the head. 
“Been—shit—a minute since someone took care of me like this,” he mutters. “And it’s been even longer since anyone let me make them feel good.”
You climb back on his lap, a slight frown on your otherwise perfect face. “You mean your wife—?”
“Rather chase after younger guys than be with me,” he confesses, ire building as he thinks about that cocky lifeguard with a mullet who has all the middle-aged women lusting after him. “I gave up after a while.”
You bring his big hands under your shirt, letting him grope your bare tits. “If you were mine, Mr. Wheeler,” you whisper in his ear, “I’d want you touching me all the time.” 
He pushes your shirt up over your head. “I like when you call me Mr. Wheeler.”
“You wanna make me feel good, Mr. Wheeler?” you tease as you unbutton your own pants and slide them past your feet. “Wanna show me what else your cock can do besides fuck my face?”
Your dirty talk has him nearly tearing off the delicate lace thong covering your pussy. He lines himself up with your entrance, and you hiss as his girth practically splits you in half. None of the idiot high school boys could compare to a real man, and you knew right then and there that you’d never go back to them. 
He squeezes the plush of your ass, guiding you as you ride him. The fleshy tip of his cock nudges against your sweet spot just right, as his thick middle finger circles your clit, and it only takes a few minutes before your orgasm washes over you. 
“Fuck, Mr. Wheeler, I’m gonna cum!” you cry out with a downright pornographic groan. He’s still rock hard inside you, fucking up into you vigorously as he chases his own finish. 
“Thassit, take it all. Never had cock this good in your life, have you?” he growls. “Such a good girl, making Mr. Wheeler feel good with her beautiful pussy. All tight and wet f’me.” You feel his release trickle down your thigh as he pulls out, and he quickly scoops it up with two fingers and holds it to your lips. You lick it up greedily, smiling as you do. Ted–Mr. Wheeler–wears a similar self-satisfied grin.
The two of you are fastening your buttons and smoothing your clothes when the door clicks open. Mr. Wheeler freezes in place, but you cross your arms over your chest and look Nancy Wheeler dead in the eyes.
“How was the game? Did anyone score?” You sneer, laughing to yourself at your tongue-in-cheek comment.
“Y-Yeah,” she mumbles, gaze flitting between you and her father. Her jaw clenches, and her backpack slips off of her shoulders and plops onto the ground, but she doesn't seem to notice. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Oh, Nancy,” you feign pity, grabbing your purse as you chide her. “It’s very simple: you fucked me over, and I fucked your dad.” You turn to the man blushing in the very recliner where you just sat on his dick. “Bye, Mr. Wheeler. Thanks for the great time.” Opening the door, you pause once more to add, “I’ll be covering next week’s basketball game, Nance. But don’t worry; you can do the chess tournament.”
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skzoologist · 4 months
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I just woke up, Hello
My vision is failing me ngl, for some reason whenever I wake up my vision gets so goddamn blurry, I can't read
The ghost fic made me cry, so beautiful
The ghost anon is so sweet wth
OH and since you erased the 1 request for 1 person thing, I would like to request
"No! I want cuddles now!" 🧋☕ focused more on Bae, 3Racha
Go ham with it
P.S I saw that -6°C was nearly freezing? Is where you guys live that warm? Cuz here the lowest is like -33°C and highest is like -9°C so far
word count: ~1.4k
warnings: none
genre: fluff, crack
a/n: Hey-ho 🐿️ anonnie! I hope your vision got better soon afterwards, it sounds worrying 😨 And I'm sorry my ghost!Bae fic made you cry, I hope this one will cheer you back up! Made it extra fluffy, for you. I accidentally went ham with it, I did not mean to write this much lol 💀 Also where I live it's I guess relatively warm? It's kinda rare for it to snow here properly (and not just have sludge and ice all over the place), which is why I'm so happy it snowed a few days ago, even if only a few centimeters. Your place is waaaaay colder, so stay bundled up and cosy! 😊
Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!
!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!
!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!
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The powerful beats of their latest title track flowed through his body, his heart beating to that same, exhilarating rhythm. He knew the song from the top of his head already, having danced to it countless times, and yet, once the inevitable silence crept in, he restarted the cycle all over again, no matter how much his clothes and hair clinged to his sweaty skin.
Then suddenly the music cut off midway, a frustrated sigh left in its place amidst the dancer’s confusion.
“Bae, how many times have we talked about this? You’ve already perfected the choreography, you NEED to rest now.” - it was Minho, a disapproving scowl sitting on his sharp features.
Bae simply watched his hyung, heaving for air, wondering how the man got there in the first place. A quick glance at the now open door gave him all the answers he needed, knowing fully well that he was probably too absorbed in his own practice to even hear the sound of the door opening. Wouldn’t have been the first time, after all.
“I’m talking to a wall, I swear to god. Bae. If I see you in this room one. More. Time. I’m chucking you into the air fryer next to Hyunjin. Don’t look at me like that. Now go.” - the angry cat ushered him out, gathering all of the otter’s belongings and shoving them into his arms.
Bae obediently let himself be pushed out of the door, a click immediately resounding in the air.
He was locked out, that much was obvious.
Of course he knew not to push Minho’s buttons anymore, a miracle in itself that he was let off only with a simple warning. He’d already experienced the man’s wrath once before and it was not fun at all. Just the mere thought brought a shiver up his spine, never wanting to experience that ever again. Even if it was all for his own good, he would rather avoid a repeat of what’d happened.
Sighing, Bae trudged towards the locker room, the thought of a quick shower and fresh clothes soothing his mind.
Although that calmness disappeared the moment he checked his phone afterwards, the device filled with messages from Chan. There wasn’t a lot, not nearly enough to make him think something terrible had happened, but their contents were unusual, requesting him to drop by the studio. It had happened before, sure, but not often enough for it to be considered normal. The three idols preferred to work alone, their synergy so perfect, anyone else’s presence was a mere bother.
Confused, but not having anything else to do, Bae messaged his leader back and started his ascent to the seeked-after room. It took a bit of time; the hallways were packed, and so was the elevator, the rush hour inside the company hitting the idol full force. He politely bowed his head in greeting towards staff and other idols, some looking at him with a smile, some too busy and instead looking like they were about to collapse right then and there. It caused a worried crease to form in his forehead, but there was nothing he could do, sadly.
Having made his way to where he was needed, Bae let himself into the room, only after a soft knock and a quiet ‘Come in’ could be heard.
There sat Chan, Changbin and Jisung, all in comfy hoodies, bundled up and hunched over the table, way too entranced to even look away from the monitors fully. 
Only after Bae closed the door and plopped onto the couch did Chan shake himself out of this trance, headphones now fully slid off and hanging around his neck. A lopsided smile sat upon his face as their eyes met, only widening at Bae’s expression.
The other two joined the oldest soon, all eyes set on Bae and teasing smiles dancing on their lips. Bae didn’t know what warranted these expressions, simply confusedly tilting his head and causing soft giggling to be heard.
“So, I heard Minho kicked you out of the practice room.” - Chan gently whispered out amidst giggles, dimples fully on display. “Oh, so that’s why he looks like that!” “Jisung! Hey, it’s okay baby, don’t look so sad.” - Changbin said, his arms already guiding Bae’s head towards his chest in a soothing hug.
It was true that their tallest member was not happy about being kicked out, but the others’ reactions puzzled him greatly. He wasn’t devastated or anything, so what were they talking about?
Loud laughter grabbed his attention, the poorly breathing wolf soon joined by a quokka and a dwaekki. This only confused him more, a huff escaping his mouth as he crossed his arm, now free from Changbin’s hold, as the latter was too busy almost falling off the couch.
“I love it so much when you don’t realise you’re doing the puppy eyes. Hyung, you look like a kicked puppy!” - Jisung explained, making Bae’s eyes widen and cheeks dust over with pink. “Mh, our baby otter is so cute.” - Chan added in, watching in satisfaction as his victim’s skin only reddened. “YAH, you’re too cute, this is unfair!” - Changbin all but shouted, locking Bae into a tight hug and squeezing the air out of him.
Bae tried to wiggle out of the dwaekki’s arms, but the hold on him was way too strong for that. After realising this, he gave up, turning limp in the happily celebrating man’s clasp, essentially becoming his cuddle pillow. 
Seeing this all, the two left out members started protesting, wanting their fair share of their shy member and his cuddles. Bae didn’t hesitate to take the chance when Changbin’s arms loosened around him amidst his own protests about wanting to keep the man for himself, quickly slipping out and away from all of them. This naturally gathered all their attention; their eyes watching him fiercely, as if he was their prey, ready to be hunted.
“Is this why you called me here?” - he sternly asked, a furrow in his brows and a slight scowl in his lips that wasn’t there out of true anger. “Yes and naur. Minho asked me to essentially lock you into the studio with us, so you cannot secretly overwork yourself. And hey, who am I to say no to some cuddles?” - Chan answered, that teasing smirk dancing on his lips that told Bae he was not joking around.
Before the cornered otter could dash towards the door, Jisung pounced on him, keeping him in place just long enough for the other two to drag him back onto the couch. A soft ‘Oomph’ sound left his lips as he collided with the bouncy material, unable to fight against the entire force of Gymracha alone.
He had to accept his fate, one that was filled with stiffening cuddles and teasing for an unforeseen amount of time.
A deep sigh left his lips as he’d done exactly that, relaxing in Chan’s hold as Jisung was hugging his legs and Changbin was playing with his fingers, arm tightly hugged into his chest. The couch was impossibly small to house all four of them, yet somehow they managed, all crammed into the tiny space. 
The three seemed content to just stay like that, and seeing as Bae literally had no choice, he let them be, their warmth seeping into his clothes and skin, settling there in contentment. His muscles relaxed in a way he didn’t even know they needed to, a tension he’d never noticed leaving his body. The position he was trapped in felt safe, as if he had nothing to worry about in the entire world.
Maybe Minho was right, maybe he did need to rest for a bit, just a little bit.
But after an hour of it all, he was starting to overheat, the contact on his skin now too much, too warm.
“Shouldn’t you guys be working?” - he asked, hoping the answer would be yes, since all of them were workaholics to a certain degree. “No, I want cuddles now!” - Jisung shouted before anyone else could, flopping onto Bae’s front and burying his head into his clothed stomach.
Chan and Changbin only laughed at his misery, their answers probably similar to their younger members. Bae could only sigh for the umpteenth time, head gently plopping back against Chan’s shoulder.
“At least let me get my hoodie off.” “No.”
The afternoon seemed way too long in Bae’s eyes already, a fact that was only strengthened as time went on, even though there was an undeniable, gentle warmth that danced around in his eyes whenever he looked at the ones around him.
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fanfics4all · 6 months
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Fairy
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Request: Yes / No Day 2 of Halloween fics! (This is based on a Drawlloween made by RikiSayPOOF I believe)
Requests are closed  <3 Have a nice day/night
Fred Weasley x Fem!Fairy!Reader 
Word count: 2593
Warnings: Nothing I think?
Y/N: Your Name 
Y/N/N: Your Nickname
Prompt(s): 
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A/N: Yes I based this off of the Tinkerbell fairies and used some characters from it, so I pretty much just mixed the worlds :)
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I was so excited we were bringing fall to the mainland! I was going to Hogwarts with some other fairies, but I was told to talk to Fern. I was confused as to why I was being sent to see our leader, but I didn’t let it dampen my mood. I fluttered into her office and she looked slightly stressed. 
“Hey Fern! What’s up?” I asked, as I sat on her desk. She sighed at me and took a seat. 
“I need you to keep your eyes on the job and not associate with the wizards that are there.” She said and I gasped. 
“Of course! Why would I-” 
“Don’t even try and pretend, Y/N, we both know you are fascinated with humans, and wizards fall under that category.” She said with a pointed look. 
“But they throw such awesome parties!” I whined. 
“Y/N, I’m serious, we can’t associate with the humans. It’s dangerous.” She said and I frowned. 
“But the wizards and witches know of us already.” I said and she sighed. 
“I know they do, but that doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous. You know our dust is more powerful than their magic and some of them are going to want to use that for themselves.” She said and I sighed. 
“But the students wouldn’t, I mean come on Fern, they’re just kids!” I said and she sighed once again. 
“Do you not remember Tom Riddle? He almost got one of the Winter Fairies! Do you know how much more dangerous he would be if he had managed to kept them?” She said and I groaned. 
“That was one in a million chance.” I waved her off. 
“No parties. No associating with humans. Just do your job and come back.” She said, extremely serious. I deflated and nodded sadly. 
“Fine…” I answered quietly. 
“Good, now go get ready it’s a long flight.” She said, waving me out of her office. I flew out of her office and to the dust tree to collect my extra ration for the trip. I fluttered up to the counter and rested my chin on my hands. 
“Hey Y/N, what’s with the disappointed look? This is your favorite time of the year!” Terence said as he pulled out the new bag of dust. 
“Fern just gave me a talking to about socializing with the witches and wizards.” I sighed and he chuckled. 
“She’s right, you know.” He said, writing on his clipboard. 
“They’re not dangerous, she’s being dramatic!” I said, throwing my hands in the air. 
“Y/N/N, they are dangerous, they’re humans with magic, that makes them extra dangerous!” He said and I rolled my eyes. 
“Terence, they’re really not dangerous.” I said and he shook his head. 
“Hey guys, Y/N, you ready for the trip?” Lilac asked as she floated down next to me. 
“She’s disappointed that Fern told her she couldn’t associate with the humans.” Terence answered with a smirk before I could say anything. 
“Aww, she’s just upset she can’t talk to that wizard boy she has a crush on.” Lilac said with a smirk. I blushed and looked down at my bag of dust. 
“I do not…” I mumbled. 
“You have a crush on a human!?” Terence shrieked. I quickly covered his mouth and looked around. 
“Hush!” I hissed and pulled my hands away. Lilac laughed and I shot her a glare. 
“I don’t have a crush on Fred!” I hissed and she smirked. 
“I never said his name.” She said in a sing-song tone. I blushed deeper and snatched my bag of dust. 
“I’m going to get ready for the trip.” I said and flew off. I heard Lilac giggling as Terence asked her if I was crazy. 
We had made it to Hogwarts and got straight to work. I was with Lilac flying over the grass to make it grow a bit taller. We flew past the Gryffindor tower and I heard the party they were throwing through the windows. I paused what I was doing and looked up at the tower. Lilac stopped flying a bit further ahead of me and flew back to me. 
“Y/N, we gotta finish the grass.” She said and I bit my lip. 
“I heard the humans throw awesome parties…” I mumbled and she sighed. 
“If you finish this grass with me then I’ll keep my mouth shut and you can go hang out with your crush for a bit.” She said and I shot my head over to her. 
“Really?” I asked with a huge smile. 
“Yes, now come on!” She giggled. I flew off as fast as I could and made the grass grow as fast as I could. Lilac met me at the end of the section and she laughed at me. 
“Can I go now?” I asked and she nodded with a giggle. 
“Go get your wizard boy.” She winked. 
“Thank you!” I hugged her tightly. I flew off and into the castle. I got to the Gryffindore painting and transformed into my human size. I looked back at my wings and frowned. I couldn’t hide them… I shrugged and turned to face the painting. 
“Password?” She asked and I smiled. 
“Caput Draconis.” I said and she opened. I stepped inside and smiled. I loved parties! I walked over to the alcohol table and smiled. Human drinks were always great! Sure they got me drunk so fast, but Lilac will watch out for me. I poured myself some fire-whiskey, it was my favorite! I felt someone wrap their arm around my shoulder and graze my wings. I snapped my head to the right and saw a ginger boy with a huge smile on his face. 
“I didn’t think I’d see a fairy here tonight.” He said. I smiled brightly at him as I faced him. 
“I was told by my superior not to associate with humans tonight, but I managed to sneak away. You know I love a party.” I said and he nodded. 
“Carful with the drinks, love, you still gotta fly back tonight, don’t you?” He asked and I nodded as I took a sip. The war feeling spread through my body and I sighed happily. 
“Yeah, but what’s a party without a few drinks?” I asked and he shook his head with a smile. 
“Let’s not drink and fly tonight, yeah?” He asked and I sighed. 
“Fine, one drink.” I said, taking another sip. 
“I’m holding you to that, I know you’ll get drunk off just one.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 
“Not my fault your alcohol isn’t made for people of my size.” I said and he laughed. 
“I could always get you a thimble to use as a cup, I think Hermione has one.” He said and I glared at him. 
“I’m perfectly capable of drinking from a human cup, thank you very much!” I said and he chuckled. 
“Finish your drink, then we can dance.” He said and I smiled. I quickly downed my drink, which was a mistake because I almost instantly felt the effects, but I didn’t care. Fred bowed in front of me and offered me his hand. I slid my hand into his with a giggle and he led me to the middle of the room. I stumbled a bit, but he caught me with his hands on my waist. 
“Carful, love.” He whispered in my ear and I blushed. He pulled back and smirked at me… he definitely knew what he was doing to me. The two of us swayed to the beat of the song and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. We were pushed against each other and his mouth was inches from mine. The effects of the fire-wiskey clouded my brian as I lent in, placing me lips on his. He instantly returned it and I smiled slightly as he kissed me back. When we pulled apart he rested his head on my forehead. 
“I missed you, Y/N.” He whispered, his breath fanning against my face. 
“I missed you too, Freddie.” I whispered back. 
“You should come visit more often, it’s no fun only seeing you a few times a year.” He pouted. 
“I would love to, but you know how the fairies feel about humans, especially after that Tom boy.” I said with a sigh. 
“I’m not like that, I like you for you, not your magic dust.” He said and I smiled. 
“I know you are, most of you witches and wizards are, but they don’t believe me. They’re all scared of being captured.” I sighed. 
“The only reason I’d capture you would be to keep you with me…” He trailed off and took a deep breath. 
“I fancy you a lot, Y/N.” He said and I smiled at him brightly. 
“I fancy you too, Fred, have for a long time now.” I replied. He smiled at me and pulled me in for another kiss. 
“Freddie! Oh, sorry to interrupt.” George said and we pulled apart. Fred glared at his twin and I giggled. George smirked at us and gave me a wink. 
“Finally he said something, I was sure I’d have to give him a love poition to admit his feelings.” He said and I laughed as Fred smacked him in the head. 
“I’ll leave the two lovers be, nice to see you Y/N!” George said as he ran off into the party. Fred sighed as he looked back at me. 
“Of course he had to ruin the moment…” He grumbled. I gently caressed his face and smiled. 
“It’s not ruined.” I whispered. Fred smiled and pulled me impossibly close to him. 
“Good.” He said and kissed me again. When we pulled apart I noticed a glowing yellow ball outside the window. I furrowed my brow and pushed my way over to it. Fred followed me as he called my name. I made it to the glass and my eyes widened as I saw Lilac floating there. She frowned at me and motioned for me to come outside. I sighed and deflated a bit, but nodded. She flew off and I turned to find Fred looking at me concerned. 
“You alright?” He asked and I sighed. 
“I have to go, Lilac just told me it was time to go back.” I answered. He frowned, but pulled me into him. 
“Stay.” He caressed my cheek. 
“Fred I-” 
“Please, Y/N, stay here with me.” He begged and I looked into his brown eyes. They were pleading with me to stay, but I sighed. 
“I can’t, if I stay I’ll run out of dust and get sick. I have to go home…” I said. He sighed but nodded. 
“Let me walk you out at least.” He said and I nodded with a small smile. The two of us walked out of the Gryffindor room and headed for the entrance to Hogwarts. Lilac was there floating, waiting for me. I smiled at her, but Fred turned me to face him before I could go back to my normal size. He kissed me deeply and I happily sighed into the kiss. 
“Come back soon, okay love?” He asked and I nodded. 
“I’ll try my best, promise!” I said and pecked his lips once more. I transformed back to my normal size and flew up to Fred’s face. I kissed his nose and he chuckled. I waved to him before Lilac and I flew off. She looked at me with a knowing smirk and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. 
“So you got your wizard boy?” She asked and I sighed happily. 
“He told me he loved me.” I said and she gave me a smile. 
“You know it’s not going to work, you don’t really age like humans do and you can’t even go see him whenever you want.” She said and I sighed. 
“Way to ruin the moment…” I huffed and she laughed. 
“I’m just being realistic, Y/N/N, it’s not a relationship that you can have. You’re not even supposed to be around him.” She said and I groaned. 
“Don’t remind me.” I said and she laughed. 
“My lips are sealed.” She said, making a zipper motion over her lips. 
“Thank you, you’re the best!” I said and she giggled. 
“Y/N, Lilac, where have you been?” Chleo asked as she flew in front of us. 
“We were finishing up the grass over near the castle, like you asked.” I said and she looked at me suspiciously. 
“Lilac?” She asked and we both turned to face her. 
“Yeah, do you wanna go look?” Lilac asked. Chleo glanced at both of us before sighing. 
“You swear you didn’t go see any of those humans, Y/N?” She asked and I shook my head with my hands behind my back. 
“Nope, I promised Fern.” I lied as best I could. 
“You better be telling the truth because if Fern finds out you went to see the humans and lied about it, you’re gonna be stuck on hole digging duity for months.” She said and I groaned at the idea. 
“I swear, I’m telling the truth!” I insisted. She smiled slightly and nodded. 
“Good, go help the others with the leaves then we’re going back.” She said and we both nodded. We flew away and Lilac looked at me. 
“That was close.” She said and I hushed her. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said and she giggled. We helped the other fairies color the rest of the leaves on the trees, making some fall to the ground when I got an idea. 
“Lilac, cover for me real quick, will you?” I asked and she looked at me confused. 
“What are you doing?” She asked. 
“I’m gonna leave a little gift for Fred.” I smiled as I collected some leaves. She looked at me with wide eyes and looked around us. 
“Y/N! There’s too many fairies here, they’re gonna see you, then they’ll tell Fern, and you’ll be-” 
“On hole digging duity, I know, but just cover for me and there will be no problems.” I smiled as I quickly tied the stems together. She sighed but flew off to color more leaves. I quickly finished tying the leaves together and flew off towards the castle. I said the password once I got to the Gryffindor painting and flew inside. I flew right up to Fred’s dorm room and quickly slipped under the door with the leaves in my hands. I placed the leaf crown I made on his bed and smiled. I quickly flew out the slightly opened window and back to the fairies. Lilac smiled at me as I flew next to her. 
“What did you do?” She whispered. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I winked at her. She shook her head with a smile as we finished our job. 
The sun was just starting to rise as we finished up and we quickly began the flight home. I looked back at Hogwarts as we were leaving and sighed. Lilac gently nudged me and gave me a sad smile. 
“I believe you’ll see him again, I mean it is you.” She said and I laughed. 
“I hope he likes the crown I made.” I said and she smiled. 
“I think he will.” She said and I smiled at the thought. I was so determined to come back to Hogwarts, even if it meant I would have to steal some dust. I would see my Freddie again.
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Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant!Reader.
Word count: 1179 words.
Summary: The Accords cause you and Steve separate for a while.
Warnings: Angst, but a happy ending.
A/N: This is my gift to @jadedvibes’ Falling in love Writing Challenge.
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Every day when you woke up, you liked to watch Steve while he was still sleeping, you were so happy with him. You could even remember when you fell in love with him.
However, the day everything changed, you realized that something would happen because when you woke up, you felt something different in the atmosphere.
Sometimes you wished your powers were precognition instead of retrocognition.
You grabbed one of the ties that Tony had tossed into the living room, and that's when you saw what had happened. Unbeknownst to anyone, Tony had met with Ross, the images after that were a little hazy, but you knew it wasn't good.
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Two days after you had the vision, Stark brought them together, Ross wanted to see them all. Steve took your hand as he noticed how tense you were when you heard that man speak, you glared at the documents when he left, you needed to know exactly what was stated there.
You were horrified when you read the Agreements, if you decided to sign them, it meant you were agreeing to be locked up in the Garland Detention Center.
When you were a child, you heard about that place, if any mutant was locked up there...they were never heard from again, it was a place where they experimented on mutants.
The center was supposed to have been closed after the anti-mutant laws were retracted. You knew that some mutants had regrouped and lived in peace, and others worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. and similar organizations.
For the past twenty years, humans, mutants, and other beings had lived together in peace and harmony, up to that point. What they wanted to start was another hell.
Another fear was beginning to appear as well, whose side would Steve be on?
You were too afraid to ask him, however, that night, he began to talk about it.
“Steve, I can't sign that, it's a death sentence, it looks like they want to wipe out mutants... again," you said almost in tears.
“We won't sign it, it goes against everything we are supposed to do and what the Avengers are all about," Steve assured.
“What will we do? We'll lose everything," you whispered.
Steve caressed your face, wiping away your tears, he had always hated it when something made you cry, he didn't like you to suffer or be hurt.
“I'm going to protect you, nothing bad will happen, I promise.
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It was confusing what had happened, Tony's damn robots wouldn't let you leave, you were trying to think how to escape, you knew that at any moment they would arrive to take you to the Garland Detention Center, you were not going to allow it, somehow you would run away.
You were startled when you heard the noise outside the room, however, you felt calm when you saw that it was Steve, he had come for you.
“We have to hurry, it won't take them long to notice, Clint went for Wanda," Steve explained quickly.
You arrived at a place you didn't know; however, someone was already waiting for them, and you felt relieved when you realized that they were also mutants.
“You'll be safe here, I know it's difficult, but no one knows about this place.”
“But Steve...”
“No buts, I promised you I was going to protect you.”
“Y/N will be fine here, Captain, we'll make sure of that, “Clarice said.
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Two months had passed since you last saw Steve, and you hadn't heard from him.
You had even snuck out once and called the mobile phone number, but you found out it was in Stark's hands, you got rid of that mobile phone, you weren't going to let them track you down and find you.
You knew you were a fugitive, but you preferred that to betray the mutant community.
You peeked through the peephole, it wasn't Steve, but you knew the woman who was there.
You felt as if the world stopped when you heard what she told you, everything seemed to indicate that Steve had not kept his promise, but you didn't understand the reasons why he helped you either.
After Sharon left, you were left there, sitting on the couch in the foyer with a broken heart. As soon as the other mutants noticed, they made an effort to comfort you.
“I can ask Marcos to roast him when we see him “Lorna offered.
“Lorna “Marcos caught her eye.
“What? I'm trying to be nice, maybe that will help him Y/N and feel better," Polaris excused himself.
“Don't mind Lorna, I can give him a beating he'll never forget in his life “John said.
“I don't think any of that is necessary, in time everything will be fine and well, I don't know, I don't know, I'm confused.”
The only good thing about the whole situation was that you had a new family, people who were like you and accepted you, and you knew they would never betray you.
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4 years later
You began to hear a lot of noise on the lower floor, although none of the alarms had sounded, so it might not be something important that put them in danger, however, the voices were getting louder, you decided to peek out, as a precaution and see if you could somehow help.
It took you a few seconds to understand what was happening, you even thought that your mind was playing a bad trick on you, there was Steve, but he looked very different from how you remembered him, and you swallowed saliva.
You heard that he wanted to talk to you, but the women were refusing, they were not going to let him hurt you again. It was better to put an end to the situation.
“Clarice, Lorna, Lauren, it's okay, it's not necessary," you said. They began to protest. “I'm going to talk to him, if I need you, I'll tell them.”
The women looked at each other, but left you alone with him, although they stayed close by just in case.
“What do you want? “you asked sharply.
“I found a place..." Steve began to speak, though he was puzzled by your attitude.
“Are you taking your girlfriend? "
“My girlfriend? Y/N, you are," Steve was now too confused.
“The blonde woman, you know, Sharon.”
“I haven't seen Sharon since we escaped from Germany," he clarified.
“She came over, and told me you were together.”
“You can see for yourself, you can see everything I've been through since I left you with them," Steve defended himself firmly, you knew he meant for you to use your power. "I know you still love me.”
You thought for a few seconds, using your powers was the only way you would know the truth, you put your hand on his arm and that's when you saw everything that had happened after he had left you there. He had told you the truth.
It took you a couple of hours to convince everyone of what had happened.
Steve Rogers always kept his promises.
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