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Chapter 16 These violent delights…

Chapter 16 of Moonlight

A/N- ;)

Warning- Swearing, angst, fluff!!, violence, blood, death, implied nsfw, SPOILERS for future events of HOTD.

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood

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“It’s a girl!” The handmaiden announces gleefully. “Princess, it's a girl.”

And there it was, through all the pain, all the chaos, peace finally came at the sound of a cry. A sweet cry.

“I want to hold her. I want to hold her,” she whispers between pants.

The handmaiden wraps the baby in a warm and soft blanket and carefully hands Rhaenyra her baby, her first born, you. And upon seeing the swollen little face after nine months of anxiety and anticipation all she felt was happiness. She had forgotten how it felt, true happiness, but she became familiar with the emotion once again as she watches you squirm in her arms as you try to find comfort.

“She’s so beautiful,” Rhaenyra coos as she admires you, as she holds you carefully out of fear that you would somehow break. “Is she healthy?” She asks the handmaidens without even sparing them a glance, she can’t take her eyes off the tiniest little silver-white curls on your head, off the smallest little hands she’s seen, and the cute little nose on your face.

“Very,” the handmaiden assures her. “Brave mother.”

Rhaenyra grins softly, whilst the door of her chamber opens. Yet she keeps watching you, she doesn’t care that the once lonely room is accompanied by someone else.

“My sweet girl,” she murmurs to you. “My sweet little y/n. What a miracle you are.”

“A girl! I’ve just been told.” She recognizes Laenor’s voice. When she looks up she sees him approaching her bedside with a nervous look.

However, when his eyes land on you those emotions completely vanish, the grief he still felt over the loss of the man he loved gets pushed away for now, and joy completely takes over.

He hadn’t been with Rhaenyra while she was in labor, only her handmaidens accompanied her throughout the night. But Laenor is the first person to come see her, to acknowledge her after such a stressful night.

“She’s so perfect,” he whispers and crouches down to watch you from up close. “A little miracle.”

Rhaenyra looks back at you snuggled against her and nods. “Yes,” she agrees. “She indeed is.”’

That was the luckiest day of her life your mother told you, it was almost a year after her wedding with your father that she refound her happiness within your eyes. After fearing giving birth, after feeling alone, she said she saw you and forgot all her pain. You wish you could recall that day just to see her smile, or the day Jacaerys was born.

Your mother told you that the day your brother was born you couldn’t stop looking at him, you asked her if you could have him. She said you were protective over him even at your young age. You don’t remember any of it, not even when Lucerys was born, but she did say you were happy, just as much as she was.

What must she feel now? After losing four children all in a span of a single year? You can’t imagine how grief stricken she must feel, after all she always tried to put on a brave face in front of you and your brothers. As you grew older you started to read her, to know when it was a front, so what must she feel now after losing her children, after having to be apart of her other two.

You know that if you lost one of your children you’d go mad, after all your heart was already stolen the day Jacaerys died. So it’s that same fear, that nerve-wracking fear that one of your twins might’ve passed, that encourages you to wake up.

It’s slow at first though, everything around you is blurry, and your body feels weak. You feel weak.

Yet you don’t let it stop you, you look around your quarters to try and grasp your environment. However, you quickly come to a stop when your eyes land under the window, and feel a soft gasp escape your lips. He’s here? How?

He shouldn’t, but how can you mistake his grey eyes that brew like an angry storm? His brown hair that goes past his sharp jaw, his pretty pale face, that quiet demeanor, and that sweet smile he reserves just for you.

Cregan.

You smile softly, but, alas, after you blink he’s gone. There’s nothing but an empty seat. Why would he be here though?

Perhaps you are mad already.

Nevertheless, you slowly look the other way and actually notice a real person, not just a figment of your imagination. Aemond.

He's nodding off on the seat beside the bed, with his long blond-silver hair over his face. He looks so sweet that way.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting there for far too long,” you break the silence in a hoarse voice.

Right away Aemond sits up, he brushes his hair back and looks at you with a sweet relief that makes his eye water. You offer him a tiny smile, and after a few more moments of disbelief he pushes himself off his seat and comes to sit beside you on the bed.

He proceeds to take your hand and press a kiss on your knuckles before he begins to caress your cheek.

“I’m okay,” you assure him. “Tired and sore, but I’m fine.”

He doesn’t seem upset. He wouldn’t greet you so kindly if he was.

“I was so worried,” he whispers and leans in closer to press his forehead against yours.

You laugh softly. “I hope you haven’t tormented the maester too hard.”

“Just enough,” says a bit smugly, making you laugh.

You grab the ends of his hair and twirl it around your finger. Aemond closes his eye and lets out a relieved deep breath that you can’t help but smile at before you gently take his hand to press it against your chest. “I'm fine,” you assure him again. “Feel that?”

Aemond’s eyes flutter open and he looks deep into your eyes with a loving gaze. “You wouldn’t wake up,” he whispers. “Two days passed and you wouldn’t wake up.”

Two days? It’s felt like seconds.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur and cup his jaw.

Aemond shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. And you’re awake now. That’s all that matters.”

You steal a kiss from him, but he pulls you in deeper and lingers in your taste. When you pull away you embrace him as a sense of overwhelming emotions hits you. “I was so scared,” you murmur. “I was so scared I was going to die…but I’m glad I had you with me. I don’t know if I could’ve actually done it without you.” You exhale shakily.

Aemond wraps his arms around you, but he’s not rough, his touch is gentle, he makes sure to very carefully caress the back of your head. “You already gave me a son,” he interjects. “Two girls besides that, I won’t make you have another babe again. I won’t risk your life.”

You smile softly. “It wasn’t that you know. What happened was normal. Besides, I think us not having another one will be impossible.” You giggle and pull back, that’s when you notice the untouched plates of food left on the table by the door. There was more than one. “You haven’t eaten,” you point out seriously and meet his gaze with a narrowed glare.

Aemond smiles down. “I’ve lost my appetite. And watching over twins isn’t so easy.”

Your eyes widen and soften. Without thinking you sit up, however it hurts so you pause and groan.

Aemond hears and quickly grabs your arm and holds your back. “Careful,” he scolds you.

You sit up slower, but still feel eager. “Are they okay?” You ask and grab his arm. “Bring them. I want to hold them.”

Aemond fixes the pillows behind you before pulling away and walking further in your shared quarters instead of walking out. He disappears for a moment, and you try to lift your head to peek, but he then returns with two bundles in his arms.

Of course he’s keeping them here. He doesn’t trust anyone here.

“You haven’t taken your eyepatch off,” you tell him as he approaches your side.

“Your handmaidens keep coming in and out, as well as Ser Criston, it’s easier to keep it on,” he responds as he keeps his eye on the twins in his arms.

Once he finally reaches you the corner of your lips pull to a soft happy smile, and you can’t help but watch the twins as he carefully hands you one.

“This is Daenys,” he says softly as he hands you the sleeping baby.

“Oh,” you muse and get her comfortable in your arm. “Hello my darling.” She’s precious, she has such chubby cheeks, and pretty curly blond-silver hair. The moment she feels that she’s not in the comfort of her cradle or her fathers arms though, she scrunches her little face in discomfort. “Sh-sh, it’s okay, it’s just me, your momma,” you assure her.

Daenys breath heaves as she’s about cry, but you then begin to caress her little cheek and she begins to calm down. Once she recognizes your voice her face slowly relaxes and she snuggles against you, making your heart skip a beat.

“She’s so precious,” you coo and look over at Aemond.

Your husband was already looking at you, his gaze was soft and his lips pulled to a soft smile. “Yes,” he agrees softly and lets his gaze linger on you before he blinks and looks down at the second little bundle. “And this is Daenerys.” He leans over and carefully places her in your other arm.

When you’re comfortable with both girls in your arms you then look down and admire Daenerys; she’s much smaller than Daeneys, her cheeks aren’t as full, she’s not as long as her sister, and her skin color is a bit lighter than Daenys.

When she was out you remember being worried about her appearance out of fear that she’d pay for your mistakes, but as you see her now, as you see her wavy white-silver hair that tension lifts off your chest. Finally after nine months of worrying, you can be at...

There is one thing you take note of. Something that’s not inherited from either Aemond or you. Unlike Daenys, Daenerys is awake, so you instantly notice her grey eyes. They’re grey just like a furious brewing storm, like…the man you love and had that night of passion with, Cregan.

What color eyes does Daenys have you wonder now?

“Has Daenys opened her eyes?” You query and look over at Aemond taking a seat besides you.

“Yes she has. Her eyes are blue,” he lets you know.

You hum softly and look back at Daenerys and catch her yawn. You smile but you also begin to wonder. Could it be possible? Do the twins have different fathers?

Sure Daenys could have inherited her blue eyes from your own mother, from her ancestors, but Daenys…she has thin lips like Aemond, they share that same eye shape, and well…you just feel it in your gut that she’s his. And Daenerys?

When Cregan and you gave into temptation and had sex it wasn't that far apart from when Aemond and you also had sex. Sure it isn’t that heard of, but you have read about it, a pair of twins having different fathers. So could Daenys and Daenerys have different fathers?

It’s possible and you…also feel like it’s true. Daenys is Aemond’s, and Daenerys is Cregan’s.

Seven hells.

Not like it matters though, Daenerys has the silver hair just like you and just like Aemond. No one will ever suspect anything about her thankfully, so unless something bad happens, no one I’ll ever know who her real father is. Cregan won’t even know, it’s too risky. Especially now that your life is always on the fucking line. So she will forever be known as Daenerys Targaryen, daughter of Aemond Targaryen.

You should forget too then. It’ll be easier on your heart that way.

“Take your eyepatch off,” you tell Aemond and move away from the matter. “I want them to see you.”

Aemond sighs deeply, but does as you ask of him, making you smirk.

“We did good,” you whisper and rest your head on his shoulder as you just admire the twins. “I can’t wait for Aerion to meet them. Have you put their dragon eggs in their cradle?” You ask.

Aemond wraps his arm around your shoulders and rests his chin on the top of your head. “Yes. I think Daenerys’ egg might hatch, she keeps watching it and snuggling against it.”

You beam down and carefully rock her. “Is that so?” You coo. “Which one did you give her?”

“The black egg,” he says. “Daenys got the green one.”

“Ooh! I can’t wait until we take them flying!” You exclaim. “Oh and when we reunite back with Aerion, we can take him too. We can have a family flying trip.” You ramble excitedly. “It will be more of a hassle having to strap three children around us, but we can do it.”

“Yes,” Aemond assures you. “We can.”

Your grin widens. “Oh! And back at Kings Landing, there’s many seamstresses wanting to make gowns for me, and things for the twins! I’ll have to write to them and tell them all to make the three of us girls gowns that combine together!” You squeal. “Won’t that be the most amazing thing ever!”

Aemond presses a kiss on the top of your head and chuckles. “I would like to see it. But I have to let you know, you will always be my favorite girl.”

You smirk. “That’s good to know.” You watch Daenerys and notice that she kept her eyes focused on Aemond above your head. “She’s watching your sapphire. I’m sure. She must be fascinated by it.”

“Or scared,” he mumbles.

You scoff. “Why should she fear it? She’s not crying, or fussy,” you try to comfort him. “There’s nothing to fear. Aerion doesn’t fear it. They don’t either.” You smile and press a kiss on his fingers resting over your shoulder. “It’s shiny. Besides, I think you should really fear how much coin you’ll have to spend on jewels.” You giggle. “If they’re anything like they’re mother they’ll love expensive and shiny jewelry.”

Aemond chuckles softly. “Perhaps you’re right, but I can’t deny you so how could I deny them?”

“We should get the children something with a sapphire. A ring, or a necklace. Just like my ring and your eye. We can make it like a family thing between us and our children.” You suggest.

Aemond hums. “Hm. That’s a nice idea. We’ll have to think of nice pieces then.”

You hum now, and watch Daenerys with awe as she blinks and watches you. “Did you enjoy your time with your father, little one, hm?” You ask her. “He might look tough, but he’s got a gentle heart don’t you think?”

Aemond sighs, making you grin brighter.

“Just you wait, he’ll be your favorite person. He’s mine,” you giggle, and Daenerys blinks. “Albeit he’s a bit more special to me. That’s why we have you and your sister. One day, when you’re older I’ll tell you the story of how I fell in love with him.” You smile softly and tilt your head up, Aemond meets your gaze with a loving look.

“<I love you,” you whisper to him in High Valyrian. “So much.>”

The corner of his lips pull to a soft smile. “<I love you too, my love.>” He then leans in and presses a kiss on your lips. You kiss him back, and since your girls are in your arms you have to pull away right away. But first you keep pressing kisses on his lips.

When you eventually pull away from one another he presses one last kiss on the top of your head and keeps his chin resting on your head.

“Now,” you direct at Daenerys, still watching. “Do you want a song little one?” You ask her. “Before we’re interrupted by people.”

Daenerys blinks, and you take it as a yes and begin to sing a sweet song in High Valyrian. One you sang to them while they grew inside you, and one you've sung to Aerion many times before.

And just like with her older brother she’s lulled to sleep quickly, but you keep singing quietly, you enjoy your little family moment, you cherish it even if you’re missing little Aerion. And you most importantly push aside the fact that Daenerys is the daughter of Cregan Stark, and live in an ignorant bliss.

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*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*

During the bliss of coming out alive and newborns, you were happy, ignorant to some facts, but happy. However…it came to an end quickly when silence came, and Aemond was finally able to leave your side, as something you wanted to push back crashed in you. Something that didn't come with warning like a building up wave before it comes crashing to shore. No, it just hit you, overwhelming grief.

It ached every muscle, it made you lose your appetite. It made you want to sleep all day. If you could you’d just lay in bed, lose yourself in some void, but you can’t…you can’t just forsake your mother, or your children, you have to just try your best to ignore it all and keep pushing forward.

“You haven’t touched your food,” Alys points out.

You ignore her, and turn to the side to rub your hands over the skin that shows through the slit on your gown and runs over the side of your torso.

The dress doesn’t fit like you want it to.

“You’ve just had twins,” Alys interjects as if she could read your thoughts. “Don’t worry about it. And if that’s why you’re not eating then you need to drop it, it won’t solve anything. You’ll return to being as you were soon enough.”

That’s not even—well that’s only partly it.

“But if someone has a problem with the way you look then maybe they should meet the jaws of your dragon.”

You giggle softly, and then face forward in the long mirror, and run your fingers over the silver dragon scale design that decorates the top part of your gown.

“It’s a beautiful gown,” Alys says. “Very detailed.”

The sleeves are short which is not so suitable for such a cold weather, but it doesn’t matter because the sleeves are beautiful and shaped like silver dragon wings. Besides the blood red cloak that’s connected to the back of the gown keeps you warm.

“Thank you,” you respond and smooth out the silk black skirt. “I’ll eat after I return, as for now, let’s go, we don’t want to be late.” You smirk and turn to face her. Alys mirrors your gesture, and closes the gap between the two of you to place a black metal headpiece on your hair that’s designed like curved wings that goes back, it has chains dangling connected on the piece, and a glimmering small red ruby held in the center.

“Perfect,” she says.

You grin at her. “Thank you,” you tell her and then spin around on your heels to stride out of the room.

The twins are left protected by a squadron of guards basically. Aemond doesn’t find it ideal, he’d rather you be with them when he isn’t by your side, but you won’t be gone long and you can’t stay locked away in your chambers a day longer. You can walk now without help, you’re completely coherent, so you will return to meetings.

Plus, no matter how much Aemond does trust you, he doesn’t share everything, you have to drag it out of him. And you don’t want to raise suspicions so you avoid poking too much.

Let’s just say it’s difficult without your ally passing you the information you've missed.

Nevertheless, when you reach the hall the meetings are held in, the guards open the door for you and for Alys towing behind you.

“Princess Y/N, of House Velaryon!” The guard announces, making the group of men all arguing around the table go quiet.

They really thought you would stay abed longer, or they expected not to see you at all anymore, but here you are, pissing them off and continuing with your duty as princess regent. You want to smirk, but you stifle your prideful smirk and just lift your nose to the sky, and stride in.

Out of courtesy, upon seeing you, all the men rise out of their seats, so you don’t miss all their bewildered reactions upon seeing you. You catch the way they follow your figure in the glimmering silver and dark black gown that’s trailed with an elegant red cloak. They try to avoid looking at the deep v neck that displays your chest, and at the slits on the side of your body that shows skin, but you see their stolen glances.

When you get closer to the head of the table you meet Aemond’s widened gaze. You hadn’t told him you were going to attend today's meeting, he thought you were going to stay with the twins, but here you are stealing his breath away.

“Husband,” you greet as you approach the seat that’s getting placed by Aemond.

“My love,” he greets softly and follows your figure as you sit beside him. “You didn’t say you were coming. I could’ve waited.”

You scoff. “No need, it was a last minute decision. Don’t worry the girls are safe. Astraea is perched on the roof across from our chambers, she’s watching them too.” You smile at him while you watch him sit back down. “I hope I haven’t missed much. Someone will have to catch me up.” As the chair is getting pushed in you look over at the group of men retaking their seats.

The men all pass each other hesitating glances, but Ser Criston clears his throat first after you leave them no choice but to continue.

“First though,” you cut them off and mess with the power you hold over them. “I would like wine. I haven’t had some in nine months.” You look at each of their ugly faces, and land on the man sitting at the side of the table. “May you please, my Lord. There’s no cup bearer here.”

The man glances at Alys standing beside you, expecting her to do it, but you don’t move to order her around. And she doesn’t move either. When he notices that he then double checks with Aemond. But your husband just interlaces his fingers with yours and waits for the Lord to serve you with just as much smugness as you.

And once the Lord fills your goblet, you offer him a sweet smile and a sweet response. “Thank you.”

The man bites his tongue, you can see it, and it just brings you more fucking pride—Gods being Princess Regent is the best.

Now, alas, the silence comes to an end and the meeting continues. “We were discussing what plan is best suited for our situation,” Ser Criston says from across the table. “We are running out of food here and resources, enemies will surround us now that the battle by the Lakeshore was lost.”

You take a sip from your wine and share a knowing glance with Aemond before you sit back and interject as you set the goblet down. “We have dragons to meet opposing armies, two dragons. I’m no longer with child, I am able to join battle now without worry.”

That and well, the longer Aemond stays here, the less of a threat he is to your mother, and the more Ser Criston gets upset.

“It’s not that we don’t want that,” Ser Criston argues. “We just have no advantage staying here. The King isn’t here, nor the Queen, or the Queen Regent.”

You scoff. “And what do you want them to do?” You argue calmly. “Helaena can't join battle. She can’t even climb on her dragon. The Queen regent has no advantage, and Queen Rhaenyra won’t kill her. The King is still abed, and Sunfyre is equally as injured.”

The men ahead of you all share annoyed looks, mostly because this is what Aemond already said before you came.

“But we do have Daeron,” Ser Criston rebuttals and shoots Aemond a pressing look. “And his dragon Tesserion. If we unite with him that’s three dragons. A bigger army all fighting for the same thing. We will be more powerful, we will have the advantage we need.”

You sigh and nod in comprehension even if you don’t agree for your own reasons.

“But,” Aemond cuts in, and slides his arm up to rest his elbow on his seat's armrest. He doesn’t let your hand go either, he holds it in his as he counters with annoyance. “Like I said already, we need to start killing Rhaenyra’s dragon riding bastards. That needs to be our goal. And while we stay here we have the advantage of luring them out, just as the Princess Regent suggested to me.”

Ser Criston exhales deeply out of clear frustration, he sits back in his seat and lets his gaze wander to the space beside you where Alys stands accompanying you. He keeps his gaze on her for a lingering moment as if searching within her.

You don’t look back, you take your goblet and sip your wine to hide your smirk. Who knows what Alys has done to him, what she’s used to do what you wanted, but you do know that she’s been doing it. She told you just yesterday, so it seems that is working. He even seems to gain confidence upon looking at her.

Great!

“You, wench,” the voice of Ser Mayfist breaks you from your train of thought. “Serve me wine.”

You lower your goblet and blink to look over at the man sitting at the side of the table. That’s when you catch that he was directing his command at Alys.

“She’s not a wench, nor yours to order around,” you snap back and glare at the man. “If you want wine, get yourself a cupbearer, My Lord.”

Ser Mayfist swallows thickly and blinks before looking away and leaving the matter alone now that you embarrassed him.

“If the matter won’t have a resolve then the best solution is to separate,” Ser Criston continues on, causing you to perk up as your attention gets fully captivated. “I will take the Army South to unite with Ormund Hightower, and Prince Daeron. Whilst the Prince Regent and the Princess remain here.” He once again steals a glance at Alys, and this time raises up higher in his seat and seems to look a bit smug.

“Separate?” Aemond questions and slowly leans forward towards the table. You look at him from the corner of your eyes and notice that he looks slightly pissed and confused by this decision.

“Yes,” Ser Criston nods. “Why should we try to argue with you any further if it’s clear you won’t listen.”

Aemond lowers his arm and pulls his hand away from yours to dig his nails in his armrests. “It’s not about listening,” Aemond rebuttals. “It’s about planning to win. Sooner or late The Bitch Queen will send a dragon or two…”

The Bitch Queen? Excuse you? Only Bitch Queen that exists is Alicent.

But you can’t show your anger for that comment. You must remain nonchalant…

“We know she won’t send all her dragons, that will leave King’s Landing naked and vulnerable. Nor will she risk the life of her own dragon, or the life of her last sweet son,” Aemond continues. “After all Rhaenyra may call herself Queen, but she has a woman’s parts, a woman’s faint heart and a mothers fears.”

Huh?

“Aye,” an old Lord agrees.

You drag your eyes to him and burn your glare in him. He senses it and meets your gaze. When he sees the fire behind them he grows uncomfortable and tense before looking away and sitting back.

“She will send a couple and I will be here to greet them,” Aemond adds smugly. “Vhagar and I will bring an end to her court of bastards once and for all.”

“That can still happen in the South!” Ser Criston rebuttals louder with more emotion. “Except there you will have a higher chance to win with your brother.”

You glance over at Aemond and notice his nose begins to flare as he clenches his jaw. Rather than trying to calm him down you sit back and drink from your wine and watch this unfold.

It’s almost like poking the fire.

“Daeron is a boy with a gentle heart,” Aemond sneers.

“A boy with the title of knight,” Ser Criston spats. “A boy who has a victory under his belt. A boy…”

Your smirk deepens, and Aemond sits up and waits for what Ser Criston holds in.

“With resources to help,” Ser Criston bites his tongue. “If you wish to remain here, then so be it. We won’t argue any longer. But the Army marches on the morrow.”

Aemond let’s out a deep annoyed sigh, so now you actually reach over and grab his hand to give it a gentle squeeze; To remind him of what you had discussed would be the best solution. He senses that and steals a glance at you and exhales all his frustration before responding.

“Then so be it. March South, my y/n and I will remain here and lure out my uncle and any other bastard who dares challenge us. Once that’s done we will reunite with you South.”

Ser Criston holds Aemonds gaze and nods stiffly. “Very well, my prince. Then it’s decided.”

Aemond hums dryly. “It is.”

You can’t, you won’t celebrate this advantage until Ser Criston and his army is out of the castle gates. You must hold it in and act nonchalant. Act nonchalant!

——

‘The Hand has departed and broken away from Aemond. He and the entire army are heading South to join Daeron.’

That will have to be sent later, right now you have to relish in the sight of Ser Criston marching out of the castle gates, with discreet excitement you can only demonstrate with a faint prideful smirk.

And sure it’s not a big win, not whatsoever, but it’s a step in the right direction. Without an army to back Aemond up, he’s more vulnerable, even if he doesn’t want to see that. Ser Criston and his army pose a threat, but without Aemond they’re weaker to the enemies that surround these lands. So it’s a step to getting them to lose, which is every reason to celebrate to yourself.

If only you could laugh! You totally would. An evil laugh.

“Now that your husband isn’t here,” Alys interjects as she closes the chambers doors. “I would like to share something I saw last night.”

You linger in front of the window a bit longer before you close it and turn to face the woman. “What is it?” You probe and tuck the scroll in your corset.

Alys clasps her hands together in front of her and stops in front of the flames dancing in the fireplace. “I saw Lady Frey in front of the gates.”

You push yourself away from the window and approach the table carrying the wine. “What of it?” You press nonchalantly. “She’d be a fool to come with two dragons guarding the castle.” You serve yourself and watch Alys.

“Perhaps it is,” she says. “But I still saw what I saw. She will come, blood will once again mix with the dirty puddles,” Alys adds, piquing your interest.

“Did you see any of us?” You press softer and slowly walk towards the fireplace.

Alys lifts her gaze and looks at you. “No. She’s who I saw. Her men. And then her in the Godswood.”

You sigh and then take a drink of your wine as you grasp what she saw. A threat or an ally?

Time will only tell.

“Well we’ll be prepared for when she does come,” you tell her and come to a stop beside her. “And what have you seen of Ser Criston?” You ask and take your turn to watch the dancing flames.

Alys sighs. “Nothing new. I saw him surrounded by wolves, that’s it.”

You nod slowly in comprehension. “Very well, thank you, Alys,” you say softly. You then proceed to look over at her and offer her a small smile.

Alys bows her head and proceeds to step away. “Where is your husband anyway? I’m surprised he’s not here with you. Suckling at your teet.”

You snort and shake your head. “He doesn’t do that.” You laugh.

Alys scoffs. “With how attached he is to you I’m surprised he doesn’t. Who would’ve guessed that a man who likes to appear so intimidating is so…”

“Soft?” You finish for her even though you know that’s not close to what she was thinking. “Yeah well, I have that effect on him.” You turn around and watch her approach the circle wooden table in the middle of the room. “We grew up together, we were friends, best friends, so we have a special place in each other's heart.” You smile softly.

Alys hums and begins to twirl her finger on an empty cup's rim. “Is that so?” She begins to smirk. “What of your…wolf in the North? Handsome thing too.”

You stiffen as you quickly grasp what she means by that little smart comment. “I don’t know what you mean.” You deadpan.

Alys snickers and sits back as she meets your gaze with her burning green eyes. “I see more than the normal person. You know that. I hear whispers. I hear you have a wolf in the North who follows you around like a lovesick pup.”

Your face hardens, and you slowly begin to clench your jaw and narrow your gaze. Alys doesn’t miss your reaction and leans forward.

“Not to worry I’ve kept my mouth shut this long,” she says with a hint of smugness. “I will gain nothing from saying anything now either.”

You chug the wine you have left to then leave the cup over the fireplace, before you approach Daenys and Daenerys sleeping peacefully in their cradles. You think of staying quiet and act as if she said nothing, but what Alys seeked she already knew; the look on your face just now made it obvious to her, so there was no need pretending. Plus…it will feel nice talking about him to someone else that isn’t just Vanessa, your handmaiden.

“My wolf,” you use a discreet name so no one will get what you mean. “Was a leader to everyone, stern, and commanding, very serious. He had to be. But to me…” you pause as you reach your girls and walk around to Daenerys’ cradle. “To me he was everything.” A soft smile begins to tug on your face.

“Ever since I learned about love, relationships, and all that,” you continue and admire Daenerys. “I knew that I wouldn’t be free to choose whom I was meant to love. I knew it would be someone my family would pick for me, a political gain, or a way to strengthen our Valyrian bloodline.” You sigh and carefully reach your hand inside the cradle to caress Daenerys' soft little cheek. “So I was forced to accept it. And when I found out it would be Aemond, I immediately knew to love him as more than a friend. I loved him already, it was set in me, but…him. He snuck up on me. I didn’t want to, I fought against it. But…” you trail off and shake your head. “But he was everything I ever dreamed of. He was the freedom I yearned for.”

You hum softly and smile wider at Daenerys. “If it wasn’t for him my head would still be in the clouds,” you giggle. “He taught me how to accept my titles and responsibilities…but,” you mutter and lose that soft smile. “He wasn’t mine to keep. And I had my duties to return to. So now he’s a memory. He always will be.” You step back from Daenerys’ cradle and drift your eyes to look at Alys.

“That’s nice,” she says sweetly while she rests her chin on her propped up hands. “Now tell me who’s better in bed?”

Your eyes widen and your jaw slightly drops in surprise.

“Oh, what?” She remarks sassily. “Don’t go acting all prude now.”

You can’t help your smile from growing, but that question is truly hard to answer. Aemond and Cregan both have their differences that pleasure you in different ways.

“I don’t know,” you giggle nervously. “They’re both good. They’re both passionate.” You clasp your hands behind you and skip towards the table. “They both have decent members between their legs, so, I won’t choose.”

Alys rolls her eyes and sits back. “Boo.”

You snicker and lean towards her. “Have you ever been in love?”

“Once or twice,” she answers. “I will say I do prefer Northman. They’re good in bed so I know you have your favorite.”

You shrug. “I truly don’t. I like them both. But I will say that having sex on a dragon is otherworldly.” You snicker, and Alys shoots you a surprised look.

Alys scoffs before smirking in amusement.

It’s true, without her you’d be all alone. It’s nice having someone to talk to about this stuff. Vanessa was a good listener but things never escalated to this, and your cousins well, they haven’t had sexual relationship yet themselves, and they didn’t know about Cregan either, so the conversations never dived too deep. So it’s nice having Alys to talk to.

Besides, if you had to depend on Aemond to keep you company all the time, you’d die of boredom considering that he completely disappeared without a word. He was here at dawn, but then morning, as did the afternoon and nothing. He has yet to return and it’s almost dusk.

What if he’s with someone else? All while you’re left here in some dark ugly castle with his newborn children!

He wouldn’t accompany Ser Criston and the army to protect them for some miles, his pride is too big for that. If he had gone just to fly he would’ve returned in the morning. So where is he?

You watch the skies for Vhagar past the chambers window while you hold the twins. You watch the sun slowly get devoured by the night sky with growing concern.

Alas it’s not long at all before the doors open, and pull your attention to them. And as if conjured up by your thoughts, Aemond walks in, making you smile.

“Aemond,” you greet him, and notice that he’s wearing his armor, he has a brown sack hanging over his shoulder, his face and blond-silver hair is covered in smoke, and a malicious smirk decorates his lips.

“My love,” he greets in return and closes the door behind him before he approaches you and gives you a small but deep kiss. When he pulls away he then crouches and presses a kiss on the temples of Daenys and Daenerys wide awake in your arms.

“Where have you been?” You probe and don’t lose your concern, you don’t even find the humor to ask him the teasing thought you had thought of in his absence. “You missed dinner. And lunch.”

Aemond stands up to his given height to unbuckle his belts that hold his swords while he walks away. “I’ve been with Vhagar. Now send the children away, I want to be with you. We can share a bath.”

You slowly stand up from the couch, but keep your eyes trained on him. “Not until you tell me what you carry in that sack. And what’s kept you busy all day. I’ve been worried.”

Aemond puts his weapons away and now pulls off his green cloak. “Send the twins away first.” He says again.

Since you won’t get answers from him until you do what he wants, you have Alys come in and take the twins away to the protected quarters just down the hall from your chambers. They won’t be gone long, he won’t tolerate it, they’ll just be gone until you’re done.

And so, after they’re gone, and before he can get anymore of what he wants, you press him. “Aemond answer me, where have you been all day that you didn’t even bother telling me about it.”

Aemond stops taking his armor off and approaches the sack he left hanging on a chair. He then throws it to your feet, and a person's head rolls out.

“Seven hells,” you gasp with horrified shock.

“I was out hunting for the man who gave the order to kill you,” Aemond mutters as you hear his boots sound closer as he approaches you. “He acted all tough hiding behind lowlife men, but he was nothing but a craven when I found him,” he continues, and stops behind you to grab your hips.

The dead man’s head has no eyes, they looked to be gouged out. The cut on his neck looks clean, like if it was done with one swift swing. You should feel disgusted by this head, by the way Aemond presented it to you, but you feel proud that he’s dead. You like that Aemond went out of his way to bring you the man’s head as some weird prize.

“Did he talk?” You ask as Aemond presses his lips against your neck. “Did he say who gave him the order?”

“Hm,” Aemond hums and slides his hands up to massage your breasts. “After I took out his eye.”

You begin to smirk and tilt your head to the side to let him leave a trail of kiss on your neck.

“Who?” You ask.

Aemond presses you closer to him, letting you feel his hard bulge against your back. He then grabs a hold of your chin and tilts your head towards him so he can continue to kiss you towards your lips. You moan and close your eyes, making him groan and slide his hands down to the edges of your corset to begin tearing it apart.

“Aemond,” you moan. “Tell me who it was.”

“Not now, I just want you,” he groans in your ear.

“I want to know,” you mumble. “I want to know who you’ll kill next for me.”

Aemond scoffs in amusement and says the name against your lips. “Larys Strong.”

Fucking traitorous bastard! Fuck! Fuck!

“I’ll give you his head,” Aemond continues to say against you. “I’ll give you whoever’s head you want. I’ll give you the head of everyone who threatens you so everyone knows that you’re mine. That nothing and no one will take you away from me.”

You never trusted Larys, but you’re meant to be allie’s and he betrayed you.

Fuck him. You’ll kill him yourself.

“I expect nothing more,” you redirect to Aemond and pull away to turn and face him. That’s when you see how dilated his pupils are, you hear how heavy he’s breathing, and how dirty he still is. “But you should’ve told me,” you complain and close the gap by wrapping your arms around his neck. “I was worried.”

Aemond grabs your hips and smirks at you. “It was meant to be a surprise. Did you like it?”

“Well I’m more a jewel, or flower, or you know other stuff kind of girl, but,” you say softer and in a tempting voice. “I did like this. It proves how much you love me.”

Aemond looks at your lips and mutters back. “I’ll burn the world for you if I must, if it’s what you want.”

You smile and press a kiss on his lips. “I fucking love you.”

Aemonds smirk deepens, and you look at his own lips as you brush yours agaisnt his.

“But for now,” you mumble against his lips as you meet his eye. “All I want Is you. Can you give me that?”

“I'm all yours.” He assures you.

And with those last words you don’t hold back anymore, you give into the lust that had been burning in him since he got here. You do it there where you stand, roughly, without bothering to ask why it was that he was covered in smoke, why his hair reeked of it. A bath is drawn and the smell disappears from his skin, from his hair, but the question still lingers in the back of your head, yet you don’t ask there either because he then takes you again, and again. You end up on your bed but don’t sleep, you just end up sore and numb on him with your bodies covered in sweat.

The question doesn’t make itself known until morning when you’re watching the rain fall outside whilst you rest your head on his chest, and feel him rub your back.

“Tell me why you came covered in smoke, did you roll around in the man’s ashes or something?” You joke with a breathless laugh.

“Hm, I rained fire on the village as punishment,” Aemond answers nonchalantly, but you feel a gasp escape past your lips, and feel your body grow stiff. “They all were traitors anyways. I taught them their lessons.”

You try to respond, but you can’t find your words, your mind is still in disbelief to what just came out of his mouth.

You should have guessed it. That should've been your first thought when he failed to show up for lunch, but you just didn’t want to actually accept that he would—that he would commit such a catastrophe.

“That’s why I returned late,” he adds, still with no remorse whatsoever. “Forgive me.”

You blink slowly and nervously swallow thickly.

“I thought of flying to the other town today too,” he continues on. “Perhaps you could join me this time. We can show them what traitors get, and begin to lure Daemon out.”

“Me?” You ask quietly still drowned in disbelief. “But why? Why would we do it? They’re innocent people. They have nothing to do with this war.”

Aemond scoffs. “But they do, their lord gave his allegiance to Rhaenyra, they gave Daemon the castle with no fight. They’re traitors, enemies.”

You pick your head off his chest and meet his gaze with a hardened look. “But they’re not. The man that did all that is dead, you saw to it, why make innocents suffer?”

Aemond blinks and meets your gaze with confusion. “They’re not innocent. They’re hardly people,” he counters softly. “Rhaenyra won’t see it that way and send her husband to stop us. That’s when I stop him. That’s when I kill him.”

You draw in a deep breath. “And,” you breathe out. “If it doesn’t make him come out, what then?”

“Then they’ll have to live with the fact that they let their people burn tragically by us.” He responds still with nonchalance that begins to piss you off. “All because they were afraid to face me.”

That’s hardly it at all. They’re playing smart—Then again isn’t this what you wanted? Aemond to make mistakes so he can lose? To go down the wrong path so he has no choice but to give up?

Yes. But you didn’t want—you don’t want this, the massacre of thousands of innocents out of some stupid pettiness.

“No,” you argue and sit up to face him better. “No. We can’t do this. You can’t do this. It’d be a genocide. You’ll lose yourself in something dark you won’t come out of.”

Aemond slowly pushes himself up to sit up too. “But it won’t happen,” he argues and cups your cheek. “You’re worried for nothing. Don’t worry yourself over nobodies, my love.”

You shake your head. “I have to. I can’t just ignore it. I can’t let you do it. You can’t, there’s other ways, w-we can lure Daemon out a different way. A faster way.”

Aemond sighs deeply, and slides his hand to the back of your head to pull you closer to him. “There’s no other way. This is the only way, they will only answer to violence against their people. And once I do this I would have gotten rid of Rhaenyra’s biggest asset. We can turn the others against her after, afterall they’re all bastards with no sense of loyalty.” He nods softly.

A tightness grips around your chest and a heavy weight slowly begins to set over your chest as a bad feeling unfolds within you.

“Once we have them,” Aemond adds confidently, and with a malicious pride that makes a smirk tug on his lips, and a cold look pass in his eye. “We’ll be stronger than ever. We will wield power that no one will dare oppose, that no one has ever had. We will win and together we will rule over a better kingdom. One built with fire and blood, not a weak one my father left or one that Aegon would have continued.” Aemond presses his forehead against yours. “No one will ever dare challenge us, and our family, our children will live peacefully.”

You slowly pull your head back and feel your eyes water as your disbelief just heightens. “Aemond it would be genocide. That’s not you. It isn’t.”

Aemond’s smirk begins to fade and his shoulders tense up while he presses his lips tightly together. “It is me. It’s been me since the moment my eye was ripped out,” he mutters coldly before he gets out of bed and begins to change, leaving you to quickly slip into a nightgown.

“Aemond,” you plead softly and walk around the bed to reach him, to grab his arms and plead further. “My love, please. Please don't do it.”

Aemond sighs and meets your gaze. “I’m doing it for you,” he says. “For us.”

You shake your head. “No, this is selfish, Aemond. Please,” You grab his jaw and lean in closer. “I know you have a good heart. I know. Nothing has changed that, nothing. Please, I love you. I will follow you to the ends of the world but please don’t do this.”

Aemond swallows thickly and looks into your gaze. He stays quiet and cups your cheek. You offer him a soft smile in hopes you’re changing his mind, and he proceeds to kiss you, making you hopeful.

Yet after he kisses you, after he basks in your presences for a moment longer he just caresses your cheek one more time before he walks past you and gets his swords off the chair.

“Aemond?” You call out in confusion.

Said man ignores you and then walks out of the room. You follow him, but before you can reach the door he shuts it behind him. When you try to open them you then hear keys rattle as they lock it from the outside, trapping you inside with no other way out.

“Aemond?” You call out in disbelief and slight fear. “Aemond?”

“It’s for your own good,” he says behind the door. “I don’t want to put your life at risk if you don’t want to do this with me, this is the only way to make sure I’ll see you again.”

You press your hands against the wooden doors and feel tears slip past your eyes. “Aemond,” you cry out. “Please don’t do this. Please open the door.”

“I’ll have them bring in the twins shortly,” he adds against the wooden panels. “They’ll need you. I’ll return soon.”

You shake your head and begin to cry, begin to feel something tear at your chest. “Aemond, Aemond!” You bang against the doors and try to turn the knobs. “Open the damn doors! Aemond!”

There’s silence, but you haven’t heard his feet recede so you continue. Sweeter this time. “Aemond? Please, my love. Please, please don’t leave me here. Please. I’m scared. Please, you're scaring me.”

“I love you,” he says in response. “Okay? I love you now and forever. I’ll return soon.”

Lady Frey! She’s coming, you can tell him—no.No. Wait, that can be your way out.

“Put chains on her handmaidens,” you hear him give orders to the guards. “Kill them if they try to help her leave. But never harm y/n, or the twins or it’s your head on spikes.”

“My prince,” the men say in comprehension.

“Aemond?” You keep trying to plead. “Please.” You tap the door and look down. His shadow remains there for a moment before it turns and you hear his footsteps recede. “Aemond? Aemond….Aemond!” You yell out and slam your hands against the door. You then press your ear against the door and continue to hear for him. “Aemond! Let me out! Let me out of here!”

Yet to no avail, the sound of his footsteps completely disappear, meaning he left the hall without turning back.

“Aemond!” You keep shouting, louder than before this time though. “Aemond!” You bellow out again, but this time you’re accompanied by the sound of Astraea’s disturbed and angered roar from outside.

She feels your anger, the betrayal you feel at this very moment, she feels it and has to fill the air with her cry too. You hoped that would turn Aemond back, but no, it’s not long before you see him leave on Vhagar.

He leaves you behind and locked away because he knows you well. Or he thinks he knows you well…

——

*3 DAYS LATER*

Aemond left with no return. He left, he locked you up and left, and it hurts, it hurts worse than when he killed Lucerys. It doesn’t even matter if thinks he’s doing it out of the goodness of his heart. He locked you up.

That’s not even the worst part though, since he left every time the guards would let Alys in to give you food, to help you in any way, they’d point swords at you so you wouldn’t try anything. Alys wasn’t even allowed to touch the twins, or get out of the chains around her wrists to help you better. You couldn’t even talk together, they’d just stand there watching.

It’s a miracle they’re not inside with you, it’s a miracle Aemond didn’t chain you up too like some dog he can command to do what he wants. If the guards were allowed to also guard you from inside, you probably would have jumped from the window or something. Luckily it hasn’t come to that, luckily you could at least think without getting threatened or watched.

Not like it worked because every thought of escape was met by contradictions.

Burning down the room to leave wouldn't be smart because the twins were with you, you can’t risk their lives to get out; fire is unpredictable. The windows would be nice, but they’re too high off the ground, or too far from a roof. And Astraea? Well it’s impossible to climb on her from the window. So you have to either remain here until there’s some way out, or until Aemond returns.

Then again, you don’t want to see him now. What he did hurt too much, and what he’s doing you can’t stand behind and turn a blind eye to any longer. Which is why you’re desperate, hoping that what Alys saw in her vision about Lady Frey comes true and happens when Aemond is gone. Or else they too will meet a cruel end.

As to where you’ll go? There’s only one choice. One you should have committed a long time ago…

Nevertheless, the day passes of doing absolutely nothing, of slowly succumbing to boredom. The day might just end as it did yesterday, dull and boring, albeit it��s at night, when you’re unable to get sleep that you catch figures scaling over the walls, and killing every guard Aemond left behind. They don’t carry banners, they wear cloaks that hide their armor and face, but it's not hard to guess who they are, Frey’s. Alys was right and they came sooner than expected.

At long last! You’ll finally get out of here! Let’s hope Aemond doesn’t appear right now.

As of now though, men will come here eventually and find you. They’ll want to take you captive and use you and the twins to get something out of Aemond, or your mother. They aren’t supporting any side of that you’re sure, they would have come in proud, not like cowards in the night. So you don’t want to be used, you’ll fight back now that you have the element of surprise, and then leave.

Thus, you quickly change out of your nightgown, and throw on something light, something that’s easy to move in. You then grab a sword and leave the twins where they are for now; they won’t harm them. After that you then hide behind the door and wait.

Luckily the Frey men don’t take long to reach this hall, they fight the guards and end up killing them to know what they’re hiding. The door then opens and slowly and carefully one man walks in with his sword entering before him, he notices the twins and takes his hood off.

“Here, the children are here,” he says to his men. “Take them carefully and look out for the—” before he can finish though, and just as he walks past the open doors, you swiftly reach over and grab his hand that holds his sword, and shove it back, to make him cut his own throat.

“Mikael!” Someone behind him shouts as said man chokes on his own blood and slowly falls to the ground. He proceeds to drop the sword from his hand, so you quickly catch it from the handle, and then follow by slamming the door shut on the second man.

The second man, albeit, still tries to get inside, so he shoves his blade through the door forbidding you from closing it shut.

“You want to play bitch,” he sneers, “I’ll play. Your children are enough to negotiate with anyway.”

Okay then. You step back from the door, and when the guy doesn’t feel your weight against it, he throws the doors open.

“Take them then,” you mutter and drop the swords in your hands. “I won’t fight you,” you tell him as you feign to be upset.

The man looks at you for a moment before he swings at you. Which is so predictable. Thus you duck and swipe the sword off the ground to swing at him when you’re at your given height. The man of course blocks your move and tries to overpower you right away.

“Let’s see who pays more for you,” he sneers smugly. “Your mother or your Kinslayer of a husband.”

Rather than answering, you begin to smirk, making the man slowly grow uncomfortable. So much so that he falters, letting you drop your sword and catch it with your other hand. You then lastly shove the blade through his throat before he can react.

His blood splashes all over your face, but you ignore it and let his now lifeless body drop to the ground. Now to get the twins, and then Alys.

However, just as you reach their cradles someone else walks in. “Put your hands up and let the swords go.” They demand as they draw back their arrow.

You do as they say and freeze with your back turned.

“Now turn around and back away from the kids.”

You clench your jaw and slowly turn to face his dirty face. He then proceeds to slowly approach you with his arrow pointing at you. When he gets close enough he parts his lips to give more demands. “Now come to me.”

You sigh and slowly approach him. When you’re close enough he slowly lowers his bow and arrow before putting them down and snatching one of your wrists. He takes out rope to most likely tie your hands together, but you swiftly swing your hand to slap him across the face, catching him off guard.

Before the man can counter though, you then punch his throat, causing him to claw at it and stumble back. Since he was stupid enough to leave his bow and arrow on the ground you pick up an arrow and impale it through his eye, leading to a quick end.

“Fuck,” you pant and shake your head. “Stupid idiot.” You take a second to catch your breath and make sure that you don’t hear more people approaching.

When the hall is clear of any threats, you continue to do what you had been doing and carefully, very carefully strap the twins on your chest.

Daenys is the only one he reacts and begins to squirm, threatening to wake up. “Sh, sh, it’s okay. Sh.” You shush her as you gently caress her head. “Sh, sh.”

After a few minutes Daenys goes back to sleep, letting you grab a sack from a rack in the corner of the room to put their dragon eggs in. After that you then pick up your sword and the bow off the ground, and lastly take arrows from the dead man.

Next Alys, and then Astraea.

Alas, just as you reach the end of the last hall before you can reach the exit doors, someone rounds the corner. A Frey soldier. They manage to catch you off guard, and grab you by the throat before they slam you against a fucking wall.

“Please,” you beg. “My babies. I’m carrying them please!”

The man points a sword to your throat. “Perfect,” he grimaces. “That’s actually fucking perfect. Who would’ve thought the Kinslayer would’ve left his precious wife all alone.”

You blink repeatedly pretending to be terrified and wait for him to lower his sword, because he does. He doubts you and your skills, and lowers his guard to reach for something to tie your hands with.

So it’s while he’s doing that, that you throw your head forward and bite down on the side of his neck. Before he can think of fighting back you sink your teeth in deeper, and then yank out a side of his throat, causing his blood to splash all over you.

When you let him go he stumbles back and grabs at the missing flesh, completely stunned. He tries to fight back, but you just easily push him back to the ground. “Fuck you,” you spat at him before step over him, leaving him to bleed out on the ground.

Thankfully the twins don’t wake up after that commotion, they stay sound asleep, letting you walk out of the tower you had been kept in. And once you do reach outside, you don’t think about where to go next, you remember what Alys said she saw in her vision and go to the Godswood.

And of course once you enter the sacred forest there in front of the Heart tree stands Alys without her chains, and Lady Frey.

Rather than threatening the Lady, you drop your weapons and throw the arrows to her feet. After all you hear something they don’t seem to catch, the sound of flapping wings in the night sky polluted by dark clouds.

“Giving up, Princess?” Lady Frey says and slowly studies your blood covered face and hair.

Footsteps sound on the ground near the entrance, so you peer back and see four more men. “No,” you answer and slowly roll your head ahead to look at her again. “I’m not. I’m going to ask you to let her go.”

Lady Frey points to a fearless Alys with her sword and looks at you confused. “This nobody? Why?”

“Have you ever had friends?” You counter.

The lady nods. “Not bastards like her though.”

You roll your eyes at her insult. “I hate that word, you know. Bastard? It’s stupid and degrading. I’ve never liked it.” You wipe your nose and place a hand on your hip. “But anyway, let her go. I am choosing to let you keep your life, so play nice.”

Lady Frey scoffs and her eyes drift the men behind you.

“Yeah,“ you nod. “I see them. But I’ll tell you what,” you say in an amused filled tone. “I’ll spare their lives too. But! Only, but, they answer one question right.” You sigh and turn to the side to look at the men approaching you. “I know you’re not really fighting for either side considering what you’re doing. But if it came to it, life or death. Who would you fight for? Rhaenyra, or Aegon?”

The men come to a stop and look at you with confusion. So you insist. “Choose. The answer you give will spare your pathetic lives.”

One man, a skinny and small man steps forward and speaks for the group. “Aegon,” he answers confidently.

You hold his gaze with a cold look before you begin to laugh. “Oh. Okay. I thought so,” you giggle and then grin whilst you step back.

The men let out a breathless laughs as they think they gave the right answer and get to be spared from whatever threat you had up your sleeve. But it’s while they’re fooled that you utter one single word with that same grin on your face. “<Dracarys.>”

The relief on the men’s faces falls, and confusion begins to show, but before either can question you, before anyone can spot the dragon descending discreetly from the sky, a blast of fire falls on the group of men, engulfing them within seconds. They begin to scream out, they try to escape as the flesh on their bones melts off, but to no avail.

“Fuck Aegon,” you sneer over the cries, and turn to face Lady Frey with a burning glare. “And fuck The Greens.”

Astraea then lands right beside you with a loud and strong thud that shakes the ground, she spots Lady Frey and begins to growl at her as she leans her head towards the Lady. The cries go quiet as the men lose their lives, and Lady Frey fights the tears as she lowers her sword and steps away from Alys.

You could have left without her, but you did make promises, and if you left her she’d become another one of Aemond’s victims. You couldn’t live with that. Plus she can still help. After all, what she saw came true today.

“Come on,” you tell your friend. “Let’s go.”

Alys glances at Astraea and hesitates.

“She won’t harm you,” you assure her. “Not you.”

Alys draws out a deep breath before she then comes to you.

“How did you take your chains off?” You ask her.

Alys reaches your side and shoots you a smirk. “I have my ways,” she says smugly. “I was just waiting for the right time to get them off.”

You shoot her an impressed smile before you head to the rope ladders that hang over Astraea’s side. “You’re coming with me,” you tell Alys in the meanwhile. “Aemond will return and if he finds you here alone he’ll kill you. Or you’ll fall victim to his madness. I can protect you.”

Alys hums and doesn't argue, when you come to a stop by the rope ladders though, she interjects with one single question. “Where are we going?”

You sigh and smile softly to yourself. “Home,” you reply quietly at first, but then face her and repeat yourself louder and full of a smugful pride. “We’re going home, to the Queen.”

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Okay so I’m well aware that this is probably my own fault, but a lot of people seem to have gotten the idea that Bruce is in any way important to this story

This is not a story about Batman

This is a story about the many and varied disaster gays he has trained to commit bigger and more epic disasters than any other gay in history

So let’s fix it and get back to the second most important thing in the story! Timker (and bonus Connor)

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Field Trips Without Permission Slips part 1

Tucker was still firmly in his happy bubble, floating along after Tim Drake-Wayne even as they left the Bat Cave.

Connor, Kon, Superboy, he’d be there soon. Tucker wanted to make a good impression; this was Tim’s boyfriend, Tucker really wanted the guy to like him.

That way they could all be friends, and he wouldn’t worry if Tucker and Tim hung out, and talked tech, and maybe got to have a hackathon…

Because of course, even notorious ladies’ man Too Fine Foley would never make a move on a taken man. That’d just be low.

He was just trying to work out what to say when Tim got a buzz on his phone. The excitement dropped off the younger man’s face in an instant, his expression immediately shifting to worry and determination.

“Something’s come up,” he said tersely, and Tucker frowned, wondering if he was about to hear about a second rogue attack in almost as many days.

Gotham… Gotham was kinda exhausting. No offence, obviously, even he could feel the Curse lingering on the back of his tongue.

But trying to keep this city safe was like bailing a sinking boat with a sieve. No wonder they needed the best of the best.

“How can I help?” Was all he offered, trying to make himself look ready and eager.

Tim’s eyes widened as he looked up, like he was only just remembering that Tucker was actually even there at all. That yeah, he definitely could help.

Actually, it turned out he was their subject matter expert when Tim explained the problem.

“Superman just told B he can’t hear Jason’s heart anymore. I don’t suppose there’s a reason you’d know of?” He asked hopefully, and Tucker’s jaw clicked shut.

Because… yeah, he could guess exactly why Jason was now out of range of super hearing. But the bats weren’t cleared to know about Jason’s halfa nature yet, and Tucker was pretty sure Jason couldn’t transform.

It’d be a wild time for him to give it a first try if Superman was listening in. He’d have to warn Danny and Jason, though that might have to wait if they’d… gone… to the Ghost Zone.

And yeah, okay, Tucker maybe shoulda thought of that first, but in his defence Danny died on a regular basis and occasionally just to show off.

Shoulders sagging as he relaxed, Tucker blew out a long breath and grinned at Tim, relief making him lax. And yeah, sure, he didn’t know why they’d gone, but he could bullshit something if they asked.

“Oh, yeah actually… they’re probably in the Ghost Zone,” he explained with a slight shrug, because really? It wasn’t a big deal.

Some of the tension leached out of Tim’s shoulders with the presence of an immediate answer.

“The Ghost Zone? That’s the Infinite Realms, right?” Tim asked and Tucker nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.

It was always nice to be the guy with all the answers, but having all the answers for someone like Tim Drake-Wayne? Yeah, that felt extra good.

“Yeah, same place. It’s mostly only the Ancients that call it the Infinite Realms, and Danny and Jason probably won’t bother them.”

Not unless Clockwork chose to make another visit, but that would be an Ancient going to bother Danny and Jason.

Tim nodded thoughtfully, making some quick notes on his phone.

“Any idea why, or how long they’ll be? Bruce has probably convinced himself Jason’s dead again by now,” he added dryly, sounding neither impressed nor concerned.

Well, maybe a little concerned. Tucker had kinda gotten the stage door tickets to Batman’s opinion of Danny.

Tucker shrugged again, thinking back quickly over what Jason had told him he’d told his family. He was gonna make himself a cheatsheet if (hope of hopes) hanging out with Tim became a regular thing.

Frostbite? Yeah, they probably mentioned Frostbite. No need to mention he was an Ancient, the yeti certainly never brought it up.

“They’re probably going to see Danny’s doctor. Check Jason’s ecto contamination, see how Danny’s doing away from his haunt; that’s Amity Park,” he added as Tim’s brows furrowed momentarily. “Technically halfas don’t need need one, but Danny claimed it so we dunno what leaving will do to him.”

Which made it sound way more dramatic than it actually was; even full ghosts could leave their haunt if they wanted to. Not all of them even kept haunts in the Zone.

They’d asked last year, before Danny finally took the plunge (and yeah maybe coming out of puberty was why he’d waited a couple extra years - not that he’d gotten the promised Fenton Growth Spurt).

Frostbite had just asked if they even knew where Ember’s haunt was.

News to Tucker and the gang that she’d even had one, with how much she wanted to go on tour.

Danny’s haunt would always be his place of power, but with the power Danny wielded? He never needed it anymore. Tucker was pretty sure that when he actually became king the whole Ghost Zone was gonna be Danny’s haunt.

Not cuz anyone had explicitly said so. Just interpreting a lot of the flowery bullshit around Pariah. And no one had told him no yet either.

Tim just nodded, typing a moment more before sending off a quick reply to Bruce.

He did feel a little bad tattling on Danny and Jason like that. If they’d wanted anyone to know where they were going, they coulda just said.

But they also probably hadn’t known Superman would be listening, or notice Jason’s heart disappearing. Really Tucker was doing everyone a favour; making sure no one came back to Batman in a panic attack.

He just hoped Jason would see it the same way.

And then the single hottest person Tucker had ever seen in his entire life popped his head around the door, perfectly windswept black curls pushed back with one hand.

A smile of perfectly white, perfectly even teeth flashed as gorgeous blue eyes like the heart of the ocean landed on him and Tim.

On Tim.

Tim was smiling back even before the other entered the room.

Tim’s boyfriend.

Tucker raised Ida to cover his face without even thinking, cheeks burning and really really really hoping neither white boy knew enough about dark skin to tell.

Tim’s brother Duke was Black too.

Tucker was going to fucking die.

He could not go weak kneed at just the sight of Tim’s boyfriend!

He was only vaguely aware when the walking Adonis spoke, striding quickly into the room.

“Hey, any reason I should be worried that Jason and Danny just disappeared from Gotham’s airspace?”

Ancients even his voice was perfect, rich and smooth like dark chocolate, with just a little bass that made Tucker’s heart flutter. If that voice said his name Tucker was going to fucking die.

Tucker strangled most of the whimper in his throat because he was a fucking adult goddamn it. Jumped and almost smacked himself in the face when Tim called his name from right next to him.

Loudly.

Like he’d said it a couple times already.

And the World’s Hottest Man was looking at him too, the absolute cutest worried little frown marring his perfect brows, and oh ancients just the littlest pout on soft, full lips…

Yeah, no, someone get the headstone, Tucker would just bury himself out back.

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Note: I’m genuinely still turning over which name our dear Superboy Prime is going by as his regular name, since it’s… about 1000% going to depend on his relationship with Clark

I cannot fucking imagine anyone but Clark gave Kon El his Kryptonian name. Just. No fucking way. (Kara could but then we’re back to Too Many Characters and tbh she has more tact than that)

So their relationship has to be good enough that Clark offered this very personal piece of himself, and Connor’s accepted it

But Connor is the name his first friends gave him

And his civilian name, so it’s not like he can whole hog the switch

Atm the Bats call him Kon in uniform as the world’s shittiest cover but we’re getting his POV next chapter and I need to know what he calls himself, so… poll!

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Did this bitch just try to Jedi mind trick Copia to believing that he has no reason to fear anything

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Chapter 16: Blind Spots

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 16.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Namjoon isn't much of a talker the escort realized as they drove silently through the streets. The only semblance of sound was the old fifties music in the background that somehow fit the blonde haired man to a T.

The silence did however give Guk time to think. He realized after the first few minutes in the car that Joon was basically a steel vault that couldn't be pried open for anything. He's loyal to you. And while your ex can respect that, he still finds it irritating.

What must you be hiding?

What is going on?

How did you do a complete one eighty on him like this? He clearly hasn't done anything wrong. Unless loving you is the worst sin of man.

It didn't take long for the car to pull up to your community gates and as he slid down behind the front two seats of the car, his heart began to hammer thick and sickly within his chest.

You'll be furious to see him. He knows that. You went through so much effort to keep him away.

You're gonna yell and scream. You might even throw something.

But he just needs to see you. He needs an explanation, goddammit.

With the mere shake of his head, he waited patiently until the gates were open and the car crept on by the guard station.

"Get up," Namjoon announced, "We're here."

The blonde man carelessly opens the front door with your not so hidden key and it irritates Guk to no end knowing just how easily he does this. He's done this many times it seems.

The first thing your ex hears is screaming opera, it violents his senses and he almost out of instinct covers his ears.

Joon simply rolls his eyes, ushering in the escort and folding his arms.

Your co-worker leans in just close enough to be able to shout in your ex-boyfriend's ear.

"Go upstairs and turn down the music, it's how she knows someone's here!" he hollers.

When Jeongguk pulls away, Namjoon is already turning on his heel to go out to the garden, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

How many times has the escort rushed up these familiar marble stairs? How many times has his heart pounded, echoing through his chest with radiant joy to turn down the music and get your attention?

It won't be the same. You'll come out to see who it is and when you actually see it's him, you're gonna go bananas.

The escort's feet are heavy as he moves, contemplation enveloping him with little care.

Just to be able to see you again… God, he can't even truly process his excitement.

He doesn't know what emotion he's feeling the strongest but as his foot hits the first step of the stairs… Fright wins.

His skin begins to sing with goosebumps and he combs his fingers through his hair like some sort of nervous tick.

The opera doesn't seem to help, if anything it makes the pounding of his heart times perfectly with each screech of vocals.

He takes a shaky breath, gripping onto the railing with enough force to crush mere metal.

His feet are sluggish and heavy but he ascends nonetheless.

Just knowing in a mere minute he will see you again, blooms the butterflies in his stomach once more.

Finally, he's on the second floor and Guk has to wipe his sweaty hands on his black jeans.

"Y/N," he hisses under his breath, reaching for the sound system.

With his heart thumping in his ears, he lowers the music and he turns accordingly to the long hallway of doors.

There's a moment of waiting that seems like it's forever until you emerge from the office he once helped furnish.

Your eyes are on the floor until they slowly raise to take in the escort in his entirety.

You're wearing an old hoodie of his, it's baggy on you with colorful letters of the alphabet stitched haphazardly onto the white fabric. It was always one of your favorites, you even voiced it to him the day before sending him away.

Your eyes become vulnerable and your nostrils flare as if you're trying to quell your need to burst out in tears. It's almost as if you're looking at a ghost.

Standing just feet away from you is a man with such love and adoration still present on his face.

"Y/N," Guk breathes, swallowing thickly.

He expects the anger, the shouting, the random objects thrown at him. But you simply walk back into the office.

"Y/N?" he inquires again.

His feet move on their own and within seconds he's standing in the doorway as you lay down on the couch.

You simply stare lifelessly at the carpet, gripping the teddy bear he bought you within your arms.

Suddenly all that fear and all the anxiety melts away within him and he sits down on the carpet before you silently.

Guk just stares at you, taking in every inch of your tired face. He memorizes the way your eyes close and the way your bottom lip tucks between your teeth to peel away skin nervously.

"Hi, sweetheart," he whispers softly, leaning back on his hands and watching how your knees draw inward into a fetal position.

When you hear his voice so clearly, your eyes squeeze shut.

Tears well up at the sides and coast down your cheeks. Your nose becomes darker and redder with raw emotion causing you to sniffle helplessly.

All the confusion and all the angry questions he has simply melt into concern. He knows now that he will sit with you for hours on end without any care for his real self. You don't even need to speak, just being close to you is enough.

But he does decide to say the three words that he never told you aloud. He needs to tell them to you while you're awake because even if you do end up sending him away again at least you'll know.

"I love you," Guk whispers.

Your tears become faster, your soft cries become louder, almost wails and you throw yourself off of the couch to hold him needily.

He opens his arms for you, burying his face in your hair as you hug him tightly.

The escort's eyes burn at the raw emotion and he sobs softly hugging you with all the strength he can muster.

All of the pain, all the sorrow, all the confusion, it pours out of him in wet, salty fat tears.

"Y/N," he cries loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he takes in the familiar scent of cherry blossoms from your hair.

You bury your face into his neck then, not wanting to let him go ever again.

You've needed him so much over the past month and you know that sending him away is the worst thing you could have ever done.

"I love you," you whimper softly.

Even over his cries he hears those words and he looks up at the ceiling as his body racks harder with emotion.

Jeongguk wasn't expecting this. He wasn't expecting this to be so easy and heartfelt but maybe the month away from him has changed you in some way.

It feels like forever and a simple second that he holds you tightly on the black Persian rug but when you pull away he gets the sudden fear that you're going to tell him to leave.

"Don't send me away," he begs, cupping your face with warm hands, "I love you, baby. Don't leave me again. Tell me what's going on. Let me help you."

You can see the fright in his eyes, darting back and forth with shaky pupils as he looks up at you.

You're slow to stand up and he sits up accordingly, dragging his fingers over his wet, tear streaked cheeks.

You seem to contemplate his words for a mere moment and when you extend a hand to him, he takes it immediately.

"Baby?" he inquires softly, following you out of the office.

The opera seems to echo off the hallways walls as you continue down toward rooms Guk knows to be empty.

When you stop in front of one of the rooms at the far end of the hallway, you simply fold your arms and nod towards the door.

"What is it?" he inquires, grabbing ahold of the door handle.

You simply nod again, turning your back to the sight of it when he begins to crack it open.

His eyebrows furrow and he enters the room with his breath caught in his throat.

As he steps inside the multitude of boxes makes his eyebrow flicker up and he inspects them as he gets closer.

The words stamped on the sides of the boxes with black outlinings show exactly what's inside and he has to prop himself upright on one of the large sturdier boxes because his knees almost give out at the sight.

He opens his mouth to call your name but only a sob can breach past his lips. And all over again he's an emotional mess.

He cries softly, slowly setting himself down on the floor.

The boxes for the crib and the changing table begin to blur before his eyes and when he turns to the doorway he sees you leaning against the door jamb with hopelessness etched all over your face.

Within an instant, he springs up onto his feet. The escort barrels over towards you, grasping your face between both hands and smothering you with a deep kiss that seems to make even your frigid stance go soft.

Guk cries against your lips, hugging you closely to his body and for once you're really truly frozen in place.

Then once the shock begins to dissipate, a ball of fresh flaring anger forms inside of the man you love. He pulls back just far enough to narrow his eyes at you.

"Don't you dare ever send me away again, do you hear me? Don't you dare make decisions for our baby by yourself," he hisses, pressing his forehead to yours.

Just hearing the words you've tried so hard to ignore makes you shiver and you can only nod against him sullenly.

Jeon Jeongguk knows you. He probably knows you better than your own self at this point and he speaks every word clearly to calm any nervousness in your heart.

"Yes, this baby is early for us. Yes, we didn't plan this but we didn't do anything to stop it either. I don't love you less because you're pregnant with my child. I'm not angry that you're pregnant. You don't get to send me away because you're fucking scared. Do you understand me? You don't get to make decisions like that on your own. You fucking know how much I love you. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you," Guk enunciates, staring deeply into your eyes.

When your eyes flutter shut, he clicks his teeth sternly.

"C'mere," he whispers, pulling you back into his loving embrace.

Did he think he would be having a child? No.

Did he want children right at this exact moment? Not really.

But does he still love you and this baby more than anything in the world? Always, yes.

"I'm sorry," you breathe into his leather jacket.

He shakes his head softly, laying his cheek on your hair. "Don't be sorry."

"I'm scared," you mumble.

"So am I," he replies honestly, drifting his fingers over your back, "But we're gonna do this and we're gonna be such good parents."

You can only sigh then, letting his words thrust the reality you've been avoiding for a month back into your bones.

"Do you have a picture of my baby or what?" Guk asks, pulling away to give you a smile.

"Yeah," you bleat, looking over the room.

"Well show me," he chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

The thing you adore about Guk is how understanding and immediately willing he is to take any situation on his shoulders.

He's already come to terms with this while for this whole month you've barely been able to process what the doctor told you.

You've been scared of Guk, scared of yourself, scared of anything and everything because it's so far out of your comfort zone.

But now, with him being supportive, you might just have a sliver of hope blooming within the recesses of your chest.

He takes your hand, intertwining your fingers gently as you lead him back down the hallway towards the bedroom you once shared.

"Am I moving in or do you want to co-parent separately?" Jeongguk asks, looking around the mansion that hasn't changed at all.

You stop in your tracks, almost confused by his question. There are so many things that have to get sorted out and you've been hiding away from them all.

"Y-You can move in," you breathe, looking back at him.

You don't want to do this without him. Even though it was bitchy enough that you left him without a leg to stand on for the past thirty days.

"Okay, good," he whispers, kissing your forehead.

"And we c-can get married," you suggest softly, looking down at your feet.

"I'm not marrying you with that kind of proposal," he teases, hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you close, "Where's you on one knee with my engagement ring? You don't even have to give me a ring. Where's my protein bar?"

For the first time in a month you find yourself laughing and Guk's smile at the sound says it all. He's really in this with you. He's really here forever.

"I don't have either," you sigh.

"Well, I'm gonna have to change that. Before I even move in I need a stock of protein bars to keep me satisfied," he chuckles, pulling you towards the bedroom.

"How's Hawking?" you inquire, stepping into the bedroom.

"He misses you, misses your cuddles. Like me," the escort says truthfully, sitting down on your bed and laying back.

"He can move in too," you offer sweetly.

Guk tilts his head to you, watching as you open up the ornate black side drawer. When you pull out a thick picture his throat becomes terse and he can only swallow thickly to try and relieve it.

He opens up his hands to you, waiting patiently as you scurry over.

The escort taps his thighs, waiting for you to straddle him like all those times before you were gone from his side. You crawl over him, laying the picture on his chest and looking down nervously.

When he picks up the picture, he can only take a sharp breath between his teeth from the shock.

The baby is so small in the photo, he almost has to squint to see it. But it's there, as plain as day in black and white.

"Jesus Christ," he croaks out, drifting his thumb over the small little life form in the picture.

When he looks back up at you again, he can see your glassy eyes once more and he immediately coddles you. Sitting up, he wraps his arms around you tightly, pressing his lips to your temple.

"We're gonna be just fine, baby. I promise. I love you and you love me and we're gonna love our baby and do our best," the escort whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

You can only nod childishly, sniffling softly at his words.

He lays back down, pulling at the hem of his sweatshirt you adorn. His hands coast over your skin, settling on your sides and he nods to you. "Take it off, lemme see my baby."

Just his words send such emotion through you and you comply within seconds. Taking off the fabric, there's no real change to your body so far but Guk knows you so intimately that he can tell you're swollen.

He lays you down softly, pecking your lips sweetly as if to assure you it's okay.

"You look beautiful," he avows, kissing down your stomach and your hands clench nervously at the feeling.

Guk opens your hands with his, intertwining them gently and when he reaches your womb an unexpected sob tears through him. He didn't even know he was ready to cry again until he just does.

He presses his trembling lips to your womb and you simply relax beneath him.

His eyes squeeze shut and he can only let out a shaky sigh.

Your body is warm beneath him and soft like the first day he ever got to touch you. And he knows he will never have a more intense love than this right here before him.

"I love you," he says simply, looking up at you and drying his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I love you, too," you reply, swallowing thickly.

He pulls away just a fraction, looking down at your stomach that shows no signs of change yet and he smiles. "And I love this kid."

You give him a warm smile, the apology you want to relay thick on your tongue. Jeongguk can see it in your eyes and he simply wrinkles his nose sweetly at you.

"Don't," he whispers, crawling up the bed to pull you into his arms, "We just forget it. Yeah? We just forget and move on. We look to the future now."

You cuddle up against him, closing your eyes and hugging him around the waist, clinging to him.

"It's gonna be a boy," he mumbles, closing his eyes.

"You think so?" you whisper.

"Oh yeah, I can't handle a little girl like you. She's gonna hold my heart and make me spoil her to no end," the escort laughs, leaning back against the headboard.

Even though the month apart was tortuous and strained, now that you're together again it's almost like it never happened. You don't want it to happen again and even if you have to change your whole being to make sure you're ready… You will.

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Chapter 16

Summary: You and Connor deal with his newfound freedom and your romantic feelings for one another. Note: Finale time!!! Thank you to everyone who's taken the time to read this story, and I hope you enjoy the ending!! Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), afab reader, connor is a bottom ✧ masterlist ✧ ao3 ✧ wattpad ✧ ✧ Previous Chapter ✧ Tease ✧

The next few hours passed in a blur. You stood idly by, patiently waiting to take Connor home. If you told yourself a week ago that you’d be watching an android give a speech to thousands of other androids about human rights, you’d laugh and institutionalize yourself immediately.

Reporters watched from the fences with hungry eyes, not daring enough to come closer. They held their mics as close as possible, straining to catch Markus’s speech. You could hear the faint sound of their cameras clicking wildly, despite being nearly a football field away.

If things were normal, you’d be freaking out about just how public the stunt you pulled was. The whole country, maybe even the world, knew just how you felt about Connor. You weren’t usually this open about your relationships, especially your romantic ones. But, for some reason, you didn’t really care how the world viewed you.

Snow fluttered gently through the air and landed on your shoulders. You stood shoulder to shoulder with the androids to watch Markus give his speech. The crowd watched, captivated by his calm but firm words. You were slightly unsettled by just how quiet it was.

Connor stood on top of a storage container with Markus and the rest of his inner circle. You recognized the blonde android from earlier, and the corners of your mouth quirked up. He looked so proud.

You felt the same flush of pride surge within you as you watched Connor. He deserved to be with his people. He deserved a happy ending.

Connor swayed slightly and winced. You furrowed your brows as you observed him. Something was wrong.

Your thoughts were confirmed when Connor slowly brought his gun out from his waistband and held it securely at his front. You shifted to look at the other androids surrounding you. All of them were paying attention to Markus.

Shit.

You had to be smart about this— causing a panic would only make things worse. But, you needed to get to Connor. Now.

You slowly navigated through the crowd, hoping that you could get to Connor before he did something rash. You didn’t know what you’d do once you got to Connor, and getting up on the storage container would definitely get everyone’s attention.

You just needed to take a few more steps, and then you’d be at the front. Connor began to slowly raise his gun. Why wasn’t anyone paying attention?

You pulled your own weapon. Maybe you could shoot the gun out of his hand. Markus was still continuing his speech, and your gaze remained glued to Connor.

Suddenly, Connor shuddered and blinked rapidly. He looked at the gun in his hand and furrowed his brows. Then, his eyes met yours. You raised your brows slightly, asking if he was okay.

He nodded, and it felt like you could finally breathe again. You returned your gun to your waistband and listened to the rest of Markus’s speech. You snuck a glance at Connor, and he occasionally caught you. You flushed and quickly shifted your eyes to look anywhere else but him.

After Markus’s speech, Connor made his way down to meet you. He slid his hands over your hips and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You ran a hand through his hair, “Are you okay? What happened up there?”

“Amanda.”

A shudder ran through you. Your time at Cyberlife was a distant memory, but you recalled the demand made by Elijah when the idea for Connor first arose. The only requirement was that he had to be obedient.

And he was… For a little while.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He shook his head, “It’s not your fault.”

You gave him a small smile. Connor was kind, even when you probably didn’t deserve it. You looked around at all the other androids rejoicing. Connor grabbed one of your hands.

“Let me drive you home.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “You should be with your people. Don’t worry about me.”

“I want to be with you,” he argued, pulling you closer to him. You pursed your lips. You knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer; he was programmed to be persistent, after all.

“Fine.”

He smiled, victorious, as he dragged you towards the direction of your car. You weren’t going to question how he knew where your car was, you were just happy to have him in your arms once again.

When you arrived at your apartment, you made a beeline for the shower. You hissed as the warm water ran over the spot where Not-Connor hit you with your own gun. Asshole.

Steam billowed from the bathroom as you exited, pulling your towel closer. Connor was sitting on your couch, flipping through the various newsreels. He muted the TV and turned to look at you. His gaze flitted over your bare shoulders and then to the small gash bordering your hairline.

“How’s your head?” he questioned, a slight frown pulling at his features.

You absentmindedly touched the spot and winced. “I’ll be fine. It’s better now that I cleaned it,” you replied before heading into your bedroom to get changed.

You joined Connor on the couch after changing, sitting on the opposite end and focusing your attention on the newscaster. A shaky video of you running across the plaza toward Connor played, and you flushed. Is that really what you looked like when you ran?

You were glued to the TV as you watched yourself crash in Connor and then to him putting you down and pressing his hand against yours, revealing the white plastic underneath. You watched as your form pressed your lips to his, and your cheeks burned.

“The whole thing was very cinematic,” you commented, fighting off a grin.

He shifted in his seat to face you, “Your phone hasn’t stopped ringing. I think people are worried.”

You frowned, turning to look at him, “Worried?”

Connor avoided your gaze. “Well,” he began, “you did run into what could be classified as a battlefield, and…”

“And?”

“What we did could be seen as inappropriate,” Connor murmured, rubbing his palms against his thighs. He still wouldn’t look at you.

“Connor,” you began, scooting closer to him.

He stood, his gaze planted firmly on the cushion in front of you. “They’re right,” he asserted.

It was your turn to stand, pushing away the anger that rose like bile in the back of your throat. “What are you saying?” your heart was hammering in your chest, and you wondered if he could hear it.

“We can’t be together.”

You stiffened. Your stomach churned, and you clenched your fists. “Is that what you want?”

“I… I don’t know,” he admitted, sitting back down. His LED circled yellow, and you sighed, sitting down next to him. You wanted to be angry. To scream that it wasn’t fair. To break down and beg him to stay. But you couldn’t.

You slowly took his hand in yours.

“You should be with a human,” he murmured.

“I want to be with you.”

“What about Detective Reed?”

His question caused you to snort, and he looked over at you.

You sighed, “Gavin and I... don’t work well together… We did for a while, but not anymore.”

He was silent for a moment before he squeezed your hand in his. “You should get some sleep, you must be exhausted,” he suggested, meeting your gaze.

He was right, of course. You could feel exhaustion weighing on your shoulders and causing your eyelids to droop.

You couldn’t go to sleep. You couldn’t let him out of your sight. Fear wrapped a cold hand around your throat, and you couldn’t breathe. He’d leave you once you were unconscious and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

He must’ve noticed your hesitation because he added, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You nodded, not fully convinced. You wanted to ask him to lay with you, just like he did after the Stratford Tower. You forced yourself to stand and not look back as you made your way to your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

You’d like to say that you couldn’t sleep, purely out of spite. However, your body betrayed you, and sleep overtook you almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You were restless and woke up at around noon.

You dragged yourself out of bed and fixed your bedhead as you padded into the living room. Relief flowed through you when you realized Connor was still there, right where you left him.

He rose from his position on the couch, offering you a small smile, “How did you sleep?”

“Fine,” you answered, eyeing him.

He swallowed hard and shuffled on his feet. “I… I owe you an apology.” You raised a brow, but he continued, “I recognize that my behavior was incongruous. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”

You rounded the couch, inching closer to him. The corners of your mouth turned up, giddiness flowing through your veins, “Like what, Connor?”

He squeezed his eyes together and his LED circled yellow. You closed the gap between you and rested your hands on his shoulders. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down at you.

“Like I’m going to combust every time you touch me,” he replied, clenching his jaw as you let your hands drop to rest on his chest. His thirium pump hammered in his chest, nearly matching the pounding of your own heart.

“What do you want?” you questioned, tracing your hands down his torso.

He grabbed a hold of your hands, and brought them to his lips, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. He kissed the back of your hands, attempting to catch his breath. He released your hands, and wrapped his around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer.

He leaned in, close enough that your lips were just a breadth away from touching. You wrapped your arms around his neck, attempting to bring him closer, but he held firm.

“I want you,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Then have me.”

That was all he needed, and he was rushing forward to encase your lips in his. You ran your hands through his hair as you moved in tandem. Connor’s slid down your body to the backs of your thighs, and you jumped into his arms. He caught you effortlessly, tightly gripping the underside of your thighs as he carried you to your bedroom.

He pulled away, panting, as he laid you down on your bed and hovered over you. He hesitated, an artificial blush dusting his cheeks.

“Let me take the lead,” you suggested, tapping your fingers on his ribs. He nodded, scooting back and laying in the spot next to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if Cyberlife had given him a certain appendage, but you figured you’d find out soon enough.

You grinned as you moved to straddle him, hands splayed over his chest. You ran your hands across the smooth fabric of his button-up, and his bioregulator thrummed against your fingertips. You leaned down and kissed him slowly, sweetly. Connor’s hands ghosted over your hips as your lips moved in tandem. You cupped his face, your featherlight touch bringing both of you impossibly closer.

You pulled away, panting, and drank in the sight below you. Connor’s lips were swollen, and he was gazing up at you like you hung each and every star in the sky. You leaned down and pressed one last kiss against his lips. You dipped your head down to brush light kisses to the column of his throat, and your fingers fumbled to undo the buttons of his shirt. You grinned against his flushed skin as you successfully undid the last button, and nipped at the tempting expanse of newly exposed skin.

“You’re perfect,” you whispered as your fingers danced against the bare skin of his ribs, and he shuddered against your touch.

“Cyberlife designed me t—”

You cut him off by sliding down and dotting his torso with kisses and lovebites. Connor’s breath gets caught in the back of his throat when you rub a hand over the dent in his pants, and he instinctively juts his hips into your palm. That answers that question.

“So eager,” you hum, slowly unbuckling his belt. Connor gripped the sheets as you slowly, agonizingly pull down the zipper to his dress pants. You were definitely enjoying teasing him.

“Please,” Connor groaned, arching his head into the pillow beneath him. An artificial blush spread across his cheeks as he begged, and gazed up at you through his lashes.

You grinned and leaned forward, just close enough that your breath tickled the shell of his ear. “Use your words, darling,” you purred before pulling away and slowly tracing your fingers down his chest.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and replied, “Please. Touch me, Doctor.”

You finally granted him and yourself mercy and slip your hand under the waistband to his briefs, immediately finding what you were looking for. You release his length from its confines, allowing it to spring up in front of you.

You nearly groaned at the sight. His head was dripping, and you leaned forward to pepper kisses and featherlight touches along his length, eliciting a hiss from the android below you. You leaned closer, allowing your mouth to fully envelop him and swirling your tongue around the pink-hued tip. Connor groaned, shuddering underneath you. He bucked his hips, moaning as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth.

“I need you,” he whimpered as you bobbed your head, steadily taking more of him. You ran your hands along his inner thighs as he grabbed the hair at the nape of your neck and brought you closer to him.

You pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, evoking a gasp from Connor as he arched his back. The sounds he was making had you clenching your thighs together, attempting to alleviate the ache between your legs.

You pulled away, licking your lips, and Connor whimpered from the loss of contact. He was so needy, and you loved it.

You got off the bed, just long enough to rip off your clothes, and you thanked your past self for wearing clothes that were easy to remove just in case.

You were back to straddling him in an instant, and Connor pulled you into a kiss, running his hands along your bare flesh. His hands found the supple flesh of your ass, and he squeezed. You gasped against his lips as you ground against his length.

“Fuck, Connor, need you so bad,” you whined, your thoughts running together. You brought your hand to where the two of you met and aligned him to your entrance.

The moan that escaped you when you lowered yourself down onto his cock was sinful. All you could think about was how perfectly he filled you. Connor’s hands roamed your body, urging you to move.

You rolled your hips, driving him deeper into you and watching as his eyes rolled back. You grabbed his hands, which had latched onto your hips, and pinned them above his head.

“Keep them there,” you commanded before moving your hips once more. You rode him like your life depended on it, lifting yourself almost completely off him before plunging back down.

“Ah!” Connor whimpered your name. “Just like that.”

You leaned forward, resting your hands on his biceps as you moved your body up and down, desperately chasing your high. Connor’s hips rose to meet yours as he pounded into you, and you gasped, fully letting him use you.

You reached down to where your bodies met and started rubbing circles on your clit, feeling the familiar heat pooling in your belly.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, resting your forehead against Connor’s shoulder as he thrusted deeper into you, reaching the spot that had you seeing stars.

Your release hit you like a semi-truck and you squeezed against Connor’s cock, causing him to groan. He came soon after, rutting into you as he pulsed inside of you.

You attempted to catch your breath as you slumped against Connor, your breaths intermingling. “Are you okay?” you ask, fingers carding through his hair.

“Yes,” he replied, breathless. “I think I like being deviant.”

You chuckled, lifting yourself off of him. You liked him being deviant, too. You laid your head on his chest, listening to the comforting whirring of his biocomponents. He ran a hand through your hair, wrapping a strand around his finger. All that mattered right now was his arms wrapped around you; you could worry about everything else later.

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