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scoutwritesworld · 2 years

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Hey queen can you do a protective rooster fic?

PROTECTIVE ROOSTER IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE – to read AND to write. This request was my absolute pleasure, queenie. Hope I did it justice! Still dusting off the cobwebs with my writing so go easy on me.

Your Hands Only.

(Inspired by a scene from Suits Season 1 Episode 11 – If you know, you know.)

TW – Mild for unwanted advances and violence.

It had started like any other Saturday night at The Hard Deck. Rowdy patrons, loud music blaring from the jukebox, large groups of locals enjoying their weekly catch up and a gathering of navy aviators crowded around the pool table.

Rooster and the gang were already there by the time you arrived, and by the looks of their table were already a round or two in. Usually you would be right there with them but tonight you had sort of a date.

Robert was a local who had started making small talk with you a week or so ago, and had caught you a bit off guard earlier that week when he had asked you to join him for a drink, just the two of you. You had only stopped by The Hard Deck between classes as a favour to Mav, and Robert just so happened to be there.

Truth be told, your mind was somewhat occupied with someone else – Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw. Your teammate, yes, but also one of your closest and most trusted friends. You'd been inseparable since you met, and he was one person you could always trust to have your back. He was your very best friend, yet somewhere between the lines of platonic intimacy, you'd somehow managed to fall head over heels in love with him. Your feelings for him felt suffocating at times - the way his simplest movements and gestures had your heart racing was nothing short of utter torment considering you were positive that the feelings weren't reciprocated. You did your best to shut down your feelings, but time after time it was proven that it was easier said than done. Distraction was the only way to go.

So, against your better judgement, you had agreed to grab a drink with Robert.

Phoenix was the first to notice you as you shimmied your way through the crowd towards the bar, and as soon as she waved in your direction, Rooster's eyes were on you – that damn beautiful dark and mysterious gaze. You locked eyes with him and smiled, waving over at the group. A few of them beckoned you over to join them but you shook your head with an apologetic glance, mouthing 'I can't' as you motioned over to the tall, ash blonde man waiting for you at the bar. You had mentioned the team about your 'date', but you had also promised you'd join them for one later. As much as you wanted to enjoy his company, you knew that this wasn't about to end going home with him.

All of your team went back to their game except for Rooster who let his gaze linger on you just a little longer.

You finally reached the bar and perched yourself on the stool next to Robert, placing your little black clutch on the bar in front of you.

“Hey,” you greeted, grabbing his full attention. Robert gave you a full once over with his eyes before he said hello back, clearly impressed with the effort you had made.

“Y/N, you look incredible.” He told you, his eyes drinking in your figure for a little longer than you were comfortable with. You straightened your posture and leaned both arms on the bar to cover as much as you could in an attempt to direct his gaze elsewhere.

“Uh, thanks.” You replied politely with a small smile, “You look great too.”

“Very kind of you to say, ma'am.” He responded instantly, taking your hand from the bar and lifting it to his lips for a kiss. You didn't take back your hand immediately, but soon pulled your hand back down when his lips loitered a little too long. Robert thought nothing of this, and didn't seem to notice your aversion to him being too handsy as he moved his free hand to rest on your hip.

Conversation didn't flow too easily over the next half hour or so which surprised you. Usually small talk was a strength of yours, but apparently not when you were distracted by avoiding wandering hands and politely declining advances that were becoming more and more indecent by the minute. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Robert only had one outcome in mind for tonight, and it involved you naked in his bed. Fucking typical.

You threw the occasional glance over at your friends, who all looked like they were having a great time. You wished there was an easy was to dip out of your 'date' without being rude, a fake emergency or something like that. Anything to get you within the safe space of your team. You made a mental note to implement some sort of SOS code with Phoenix if you ever agreed to another one of these.

You weren't sure exactly when he arrived, but you suddenly became aware of Rooster's voice on the other side of you, ordering another round for himself and the group. You gave a quick glance over your shoulder at him but turned away before he looked back. You thought he hadn't noticed, but he had.

“So whatcha say? One more drink then back to mine?” Robert's words were noticeably more slurred as he reached to drape a hand over your shoulder. You almost choked on a sip of your drink, wondering how the hell he thought that was even an option.

You didn't notice the way Rooster tensed at his words, but Penny did. And suddenly her eyes were on you as she continued to prepare a round of drinks. You took Robert's wrist and gently removed it from your shoulder. He frowned

“No, thank you.” You replied quietly but firmly.

Rooster looked over at you and Robert caught his glance. Suddenly he upped his advances as though he had something to prove.

“Oh, come on darlin'. It'll be fun.” Robert insisted, snaking an arm around your waist, hand settling on your ass as he pulled you closer to him. “You, me, a nice bottle of wine and some expensive silk bed sheets.” You frowned, shaking your head.

Rooster sucked in a sharp breath, leaning one arm on the bar as he turned his full attention to the two of you.

“Alright, Romeo. How about cooling it off a bit, yeah?” You heard Rooster speak, Robert either didn't hear him or deliberately ignored him – you guessed the latter. You once again removed his hands and put some distance between the two of you, shuffling just that little bit closer to Rooster. It was his instinct to close the gap between the two of you, but you didn't have time to notice as Robert took a big chance and leaned forwards, hands reaching to cup your face as his lips puckered for a kiss.

You turned your head away from him quickly, but Rooster was faster. He reached a strong arm over your shoulder and pushed Robert back with ease, steadying your smaller frame before he moved around to stand completely between the two of you. “Hey bud, you got problems with your fucking hearing? She doesn't fucking like that.”

The vicinity surrounding the three of you suddenly went silent and your cheeks flushed red. You turned to see Hangman and the rest of your team with their attention drawn to the commotion. You knew they could close the gap between you and them in an instant if necessary but for now they just observed, ready to back Rooster should he need it.

In front of you, Rooster had his fists clenched at his sides. Robert had stumbled to his feet and Rooster towered over him with anger in his eyes.

“Bradshaw..” you mumbled quietly, “Just leave it, he isn't worth it.”

Rooster turned for a moment ready to reply to you but Robert's drunk slur came first. “Yeah, I ain't scrapping over a prude, man. She's all yours.”

You were ready to give the asshole a well deserved slap to the face, but Rooster beat you to it. His clenched fist reached back and swiped forwards to connect with Robert's jaw. He stumbled and would have fallen had it not been for Hangman and Mav waiting to catch him and escort him to the exit.

Rooster turned to you as chatter started up again and the bar atmosphere returned to how it had been before. “What a fucking tool. Are you alright?”

You were speechless for a moment. You couldn't quite believe he was the one checking on you when he was the one sporting a fresh set of bruised knuckles, but what really got under your skin in the best type of way was the intensity of his gaze as he looked at you, like he was ready to take you into his arms there and then in front of everyone.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered slightly, clearing your throat before replying more clearly, “Yeah, I'm alright. Are you?”

You motioned to Rooster's hand and he brought it up with a proud smirk on his lips. “Oh this? Yeah, never better. That asshole had been asking for this all night.”

“All night?”

“Oh, c'mon Y/N. I could tell from all the way over there that you didn't want his damn hands all over you like that, and he couldn't even figure it out from right next to you.”

“Stalking me, Bradley?” You quipped with a smirk.

“Protecting you.” He corrected without skipping a beat. You expected him to make some sort of joke, or laugh it off, but he remained deadly serious which had your heart thundering against your chest.

“You didn't have to do that.” You told him, no matter how much you appreciated and loved that he did. Your gaze fell to the ground as all of your feelings for him threatened to burst out and create a catastrophic bomb site in the middle of The Hard Deck. An unexpected gentle caress of his hand pulled your attention back to him.

“I didn't have to, I wanted to. No one gets to put hands on you like that. No one except...”

Rooster cut himself off and dropped his hand right as your eyes suddenly hot up to look directly at him. His gaze suddenly faltered like he'd said something wrong, when in reality he had said something incredibly right.

“Your hands only, Bradshaw.” You told him matter-of-factly.

Rooster took your hand in his with a stupid grin on his face, leading the two of you through the growing crowd and out of The Hard Deck, leaving Phoenix and Bob shouting “We fucking told you.” to your team as the Dagger squad watched you leave.

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jesuisici33 · 1 month

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Inspiration Saturday

tagged by @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz

inspiration comes from the fact that apparently we're getting a crossover with the bachelor???

which made me want to start working on my buddie bachelorette au! snippet under the cut for those interested!

His limo is getting even closer to the mansion where Taylor Kelly is. Honestly he doesn’t know what he was thinking when he agreed with his Tia Pepa to do this show. Eddie’s only thought is that he hopes he gets to go home soon so he can see Christopher. He can deal with the teasing and laughter from his family and coworkers after this airs. As soon as his humiliation is over, the faster he can be back with his son.

The limo stops, and someone comes over to open the door for Eddie to let him out. For a second the only thing he sees are the cameras pointing at him. There’s a rustle from some bushes - probably where Bobby and Athena are hiding to see how Taylor’s interactions with him and all the other men play out tonight - that catches Eddie’s eye. Then he sees her.

Taylor Kelly is…pretty.

She’s dressed in a long, sparkly purple dress with her hair up in a bun, smiling picture perfect. The short bio of her Pepa read out to him when she was casted resurfaces in his mind. She’s a reporter. Mainly puff pieces - that must be why she has such a Barbie smile. As he gets out of the limo and walks towards her, he doesn’t see any substance towards her. No genuineness in that smile or in the eyes, just selling it for the camera.

“Hi,” he puts his hand out for her to shake, not knowing what else to do.

Taylor quirks her eyebrow at, head tilting down at his hand. “You sure you don’t want to try that again? I’m sure the crew will let you. You don’t seem too enthused to meet me. My ego is a bit bruised. What’s the story there?”

Feeling slightly caught off guard, Eddie stiffly places his offered hand in his suit pocket. “No - no story. Just not used to cameras being on me.”

Taylor laughs. Eddie thinks it would be a nice laugh. Maybe if they were in private and Taylor’s eyes weren’t shifting towards the camera currently pointed at them. “Well, I hope you get used to them soon! What’s your name, anyways?”

“Edmundo.” He doesn’t know why he gives Taylor his full name. Perhaps because he knows Eddie is reserved to close friends and family. Perhaps because he wants to see Taylor stumble over his full name.

“Edmundo. I like it. Well, Edmundo-”

She’s cut off by the sound of sirens wailing in the not too far distance.

One of the contestants is coming in driving a firetruck.

“There’s another firefighter?” Eddie mutters, slightly impressed, slightly annoyed. Impressed because he loves these outrageous stunts during the first meeting on the show. Annoyed because he can’t believe the show paid for an actual fire truck to be used for a stunt that will be used for two seconds of footage. What house allowed this?

“Another?” Taylor’s sharp sense is going to be nauseating, Eddie can already tell.

The man in the truck honks his horn, shouts of “TAYLOR KELLY!!!” followed by whoops and cheers coming out of him. He’s wearing his uniform. Not the full gear, but the more laid back version for non fire emergencies. He’s blond with what appears to be some sort of birthmark next to one of his eyes. A blinding smile that holds the warmth of the sun in it. Eddie can’t help but give a small smile back.

“I heard you were in need of saving.” The man’s dazzling smile turns towards Eddie, where it hardens slightly. A your time’s up clear in his expression.

Eddie doesn’t bother looking back at Taylor. “All yours, man.”

As he’s walking towards the mansion where the rest of the men are sitting in the lounge area, he thinks he hears something about a firehose, followed by a feminine laugh.

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damn-stark · 10 months

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Chapter 12 The Siren’s trick

Chapter 12 of Moonlight

A/N- The consequences for leaving Dragonstone are going to bite her in the ass soon!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!, suggested nfsw, fluff, talks of death and pregnancy, Larys jumpscare, and 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

(If you want to be tagged let me know)

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Every bit of your intuition is telling you to just go back to your quarters, after all most of what you’ve heard about Lord Larys Strong has been very odd things.

Sure your source isn’t very reliable, but after so many of the same reports it has to be true—no it is true. So you should just leave him be and pretend the interaction didn’t happen. But your curiosity has the best of you. And you need to know how he knows about Cregan and you.

“Sit please,” he points to the wooden chair around a small wooden table holding two low candles. “Wine?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No thank you, I’m fine.” You look around and see that he brought you to some small dusty library.

“I’ve known your mother since she was a little girl,” Lord Larys interjects as he pours liquid into some teacups. “She possessed quite a rebellious spirit. Much like yours.”

You hum softly and smile for the first time since running into him. “I wish I would have known her since then,” you say. “My grandfather Viserys always had the best stories about her childhood.”

“I’m sure you would have become the best of friends,” Lord Larys says as he finally walks to the table. “Tea?” He asks and lifts the already served cup.

You nod stiffly and gently take the tea cup from his hands. When he’s taking his own seat across from you you make sure to smell the tea first. It doesn't smell like Moon tea or anything out of the ordinary, albeit if it was poison you probably wouldn’t smell it. Would he poison you?

Probably.

So instead you put the teacup down and just wait. “Prince Aemond went to a meeting with the King and other Lords, why are you not in attendance Lord Larys?” You ask the man.

Said man puts his cane aside and sips some of his wine before he answers you. “I’m not really a man of war. As you can see. My skills aren’t needed for war meetings.”

You hum in comprehension and wrap your hands around the teacup but you don’t raise it, you just keep your hands there. “My husband will return soon, so state your business Lord Larys.”

Lord Larys nods stiffly and sighs. “It seems that ever since your return your friends have disappeared. I just wish to be a friend to you princess.”

You smile and nod slowly. “A friend,” you repeat softly and glance down at your tea before you part your lips. “My friends are scarce here, it's true, but you will never be my friend.” You drag your eyes up and curl your lip to a menacing scowl. “You see, my few friends know about you, Lord Strong…”

Said man swallows thickly and blinks with discomfort.

“You may have leverage, but you don’t have my gullibility. One thing my friend Lord Stark taught me was to see through people. I see through you.” You lean forward, and he stiffens—“You’re a snake. Winter is coming Lord Larys, snakes don’t fare well in the winter. It would be sad to see you end up nothing more but a shriveled up shell.” You smile sweetly at him. “No?”

Lord Larys clears his throat and hides his discomfort with a nonchalant expression and a deadpanned answer. “Right.”

You hum and sit back. “So let’s just be allies, does that sound better?”

“Much,” he says and then leans forward. “You wish to help your mother, is that not true? That’s why you hide through these halls?

You nod as a response and he continues.

“Well ever since the death of Prince Jaehaerys Ser Otto has posted more guards, they watch the walls. They watch dusty corridors. Ever since you’ve come back they watch you too. It’s not safe for you to be wondering the halls, Princess. If you wish to help your mother by passing information you will need to be a lot smarter.”

“I will need an inside man,” you add quietly.

Lord Larys nods. “Precisely. I could help you. I could share what the lords say around their decorated table.”

You exhale and blink. “In exchange of what?” You ask knowing that this wouldn’t just be from the kindness of his heart.

“I told you already, I don’t wish to meet death so soon,” he continues saying. “When your mother and prince Daemon come to King’s Landing I want them to see me as an ally. Prince Daemon has no mercy for his enemies, he’d kill me the first chance he got, but if the Queen were to hear a good word from her only daughter, she’d calm her husband's thirst for blood.”

“That’s right,” you agree. “I could tell her to show you mercy. I’m sure she’ll be thankful to hear that you helped her cause.” You sigh and lift your chin. “But you must know that if you fail me in some way, I won’t need to wait for Daemon to kill you.”

Lord Larys scoffs softly and nods. “I don’t doubt you will.”

You offer him a stiff smile and push your seat back to get up and leave, but he reaches his hand out to touch yours, causing you to stop immediately and snap your eyes back to him.

“One more thing,” he adds and sits back. “As allies I would just like to give you a piece of advice.”

You slowly stand up and keep your eyes on him, letting him go on.

“If you wish to keep living through this game, you will need to play smarter than you already are. Death will come again, perhaps for another one of your brothers, or your mother herself…”

You grow stiff and narrow your gaze on him.

“If it does you can’t just waste away in your quarters giving your husband the cold shoulder,” Lord Larys adds almost sternly. “You’re a dragon, princess. You have Velaryon and Targaryen blood. You are married to Prince Aemond, you hold power many wish to possess. Use it.” He slowly pushes himself off his chair and doesn’t lose the serious look on his face. “Play the perfect wife, be the people’s Princess. The Realm’s Golden Girl. If not, you will not live to see your son's first name day.”

Now you grow quite uncomfortable, but you don’t show it, you just nod in comprehension before you offer him one last smile and leave the same way you came in.

As to not have Aemond arrive to an empty room, you hurry to your secret door, unable to keep yourself from thinking of what Lord Larys said at the end; he’s right of course, Aemond may have comforted you after that tragic dinner, you may have accepted his comfort, but after that night you kept trying to ignore him. He’s left you gifts like beautiful flowers, expensive jewelry, anything you liked he gifted it to you to help ease your anger and break your distance. But none of it helped, not when you dream of Lucerys often.

But Lord Larys is right, if you don’t try to mend your relationship they’ll catch you and kill you. Not Aemond, but his family and his brothers council would. And if you wish to keep helping your mother try to win her throne back, you need to…be as you were with Aemond.

You do still love him, you miss him, so…it shouldn’t be so hard. There will be hard moments perhaps, more deaths that threaten to break you apart, but you can’t lose your mother. Thus when you return to your quarters after checking that he wasn’t there already, you pick up Wolf off the couch to snuggle with him while you wait for Aemond to return.

Thankfully you don’t have to wait long.

“Where’s Aerion?” Is the first thing he asks.

You don’t try to give away your tactics, he’s no fool he’ll see right through you, so you continue to be as you were for now. Distant. “Sleeping. It’s his nap time.”

Aemond hums, and you turn around on the couch to watch him as he takes his eyepatch off and picks up his black leather one. Regardless of everything, you do like seeing him without his eyepatch.

“Where are you going?” You ask since he doesn’t sit down and seems to have a book in his other hand.

Aemond holds onto his eyepatch and slowly faces you, causing the corner of your lips to perk up just slightly at the sight of his pretty face.

“I need to talk to you,” he lets you know straight away. “Not here.”

Your interest piques. “Okay. Where then?” You probe and put the cat back on the couch.

Aemond loses the tension on his shoulders and keeps holding your gaze as he answers you. “Come with me and you’ll know.”

You let out a deep sigh and take a moment before you get off the couch and follow behind him. He doesn’t turn to any door that leads outside, and he keeps the book in his hand so it must be close and inside the castle. You would ask, but you want to be surprised.

Alas, when you round one corner you are surprised even if you know exactly where he’s leading you to; the roofs you used to sneak off to when you were kids.

“Tell me now your intentions,” you break your silence with a genuine smile decorating your features. “If you wish to push me off, let me know.”

Aemond peers back at you and scoffs just as he would when he was a boy.

You grin at him and let him grab your hand to help you out of the window and onto the tall roofs that have remained unchanged. After so much change, coming here and seeing that your one place of escape was the same, is a relief.

“The world looks smaller now,” you muse and slowly make way to the edge.

Aemond slowly trails behind you. “Hm. We’re older now.”

You smile down at the ground hundreds of feet below and nod slowly. “We’re married now. We have a son. All that was a fantasy before.” You blink and drift your eyes to the corner to watch him fall beside you. “I was so scared of being sent away to some old fat lord. I swore I would run away if I did.” You giggle softly. “I'm glad I didn’t. I don’t know what I would’ve done if…I was meant to live without you.”

Aemond swallows thickly and his eyes soften at your comment.

“Of course,” you tease him and glance away. “I think my grandfather mentioned that I could marry one of my fathers Velaryon cousins. I met them when Lady Laena died.”

“The plump one,” Aemond mentions. “I remember him talking to you.”

You smirk at him. “Were you jealous?” You probe sweetly. “I saw you watching me.”

Aemond just holds your gaze and doesn’t respond, letting you know that he was in fact jealous. However, your cockiness doesn’t last, your smirk slowly falters and a sigh leaves out of your nose. You sit down at the edge and slowly begin to swing your legs back and forth. Aemond exhales deeply before he sits down beside you.

You can hear him part his lips and close them again to swallow thickly. You can’t find what to say so you wait, but he takes a moment before he quietly speaks; reminding you of the sweet boy you once knew.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he mutters, making you meet his soft blue eye. “That was never my intention. It never has been. You know that. You…” he sighs. “Are special to me, more than anyone in this fucking world, you always have been.”

You can’t help it, hearing him express himself so kindly and vulnerably causes your heart to skip a beat and your lips to pull to a soft smile.

“I love you more than I loved anything, more than I thought possible,” he says softly. “I burn for you, you are the very air I need to breathe. You’re my tranquilly, my light in the dark.”

Your eyes fill with tears and your smile wobbles. He didn’t apologize, he won’t, but this is his way of making amends with you. And like a fool, you just slightly fall for it without the need to pretend. Sure a pang of guilt hits you after what Cregan and you did, but you brush it away, you have to.

“I love you more than anything,” you tell him sincerely. “I’ve loved you from the moment we were stupid children sneaking out of bed just to talk about nonsense,” you laugh softly and slowly take his hand to interlace your fingers together. “I’ve loved you everyday I was away. You are the very thing that keeps my world on its axis, without you—I…I can’t even imagine not having you with me.”

The corner of his lips pull to a smile and you can’t help but lean over to press your forehead against his. He cups your cheeks and presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

You grin slowly. “I missed that,” you whisper. “I missed you.”

Aemond grins softly, and this time you grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a deep lingering kiss. His fingers just gently dig into your cheeks and doesn’t hesitate to add passion to the kiss by slowly brushing his tongue over your bottom lip. Your heart skips a beat, but before you can further it pulls away.

You smile and he finally hands you the book he had been holding onto.

“Oh,” you whisper and pull back to lift it. “What is this? A book about me?” You giggle and turn it to read the cover. And the moment you do you can’t help but laugh at the irony.

Aemond scoffs softly. “What’s so funny?” He probes.

You brush your fingers over the words and whisper the title, “The tale of Daenys the Dreamer.” Your grin turns soft and before he can press you, you pull his hand closer to you to press his palm against your belly. “She’s itty bitty right now, but our Daenys is growing as we speak. She’s almost 2 months old?” You meet his gaze and see his smile soften.

It might not be his, time will only tell, but even if it isn’t his, it will be.

“Don’t jest,” Aemond warns you.

You shake your head. “I’m being serious. Maester Gerardys told me before I left. I've just held it from you just in case. It’s still so early on.”

Aemond glances down at your belly again and gently caresses it before he surprises you with a deep kiss. You should've held back, but you don’t, you kiss him back fiercely. You let the book go and cup his cheeks to only deepen your gesture, to move in sync.

After so long of just stealing glances at each others, brushing each others hands agaisnt each others while you slept, you both ached for each other more than ever before. You were both starved for each other. So much so that it doesn’t take long to start undressing each other there on the roof.

Of course you backed away from the edge, but you didn’t leave them to have sex. You did it there, then dressed sloppily and did it again in your quarters until the day ended and nightfall came. You probably would’ve gone longer, but he stopped himself.

“I’m leaving,” he lets you know as he caresses your back gently. “Aegon and I are flying to Rook's Rest to aid Ser Criston.”

So soon? Shit.

“When?” You probe quietly.

Aemond sighs. “Tonight. We leave tonight.”

Fuck. Fuck.

“If only I could go,” you mumble as you fiddle with his fingers. “I would be great help. Astraea and I.”

Aemond scoffs softly. “I don’t doubt you will, but Aegon doesn’t want you to. You go and he’d probably punish you. Or send you away.”

You nod lightly. “Yes, I imagine.” You sigh deeply and lift your head to meet his gaze. “What if you stay?” You ask knowing well what his answer will be. “Stay here with me and itty bitty?

Aemond exhales and slides his hand to your cheek. “I have to go,” you guess right. “I can’t stay back and let Aegon fight alone. He needs me. And this war won’t end unless we fight it. I want it to end so we can leave and be happy somewhere else. So we can raise our children.”

You glance away and sigh sadly. “So…you’ll live then?” You ask.

“You're not dead yet,” he mentions.

You quickly snap your eyes up and chuckle. He smiles at his comment and at the sound of your laugh. You follow by then shifting on top of him, and he grabs a hold of your hips as he smiles up at you.

“I’ll be waiting,” you mention against his lips. “I’ll look up at the stars, if you’re not back before dawn I’ll watch the sun assuring myself with the fact that you’ll be under the same sun and stars.”

Aemond holds your gaze with a loving look and doesn’t fret to kiss you again, again, and again until someone comes to the door and reminds him of his departure.

Of course you don’t just watch him leave from the comfort of your bed, you change into a light gown as he changes into his silver and green armor that he wears incredibly well, and has you aching for him all over again, even after how sore he just left you.

“Maybe,” you coo and slowly walk to him as you sway your hips. “We can do it again with your armor on.”

Aemond peers over at you and smirks. “I have to go, my love. I'm already late as it is.”

You hum in discontent, but sit him down on the chair in front of your vanity. “Well…when you come back then. I’ll be waiting for you,” you whisper in his ear. “Don’t take it off.” You giggle and brush his hair back. “I’ll wear that silk purple gown you love, and use the lilac fragrance.”

Aemond groans, and you catch his grin through the mirror.

“Hm?” You tease him as you begin to braid his hair.

Aemond exhales deeply and tries to calm down his excitement that makes the blood rush to his crotch.

“Now,” you add on. “why don’t you stop wearing that eyepatch? You look good without it.”

Aemond licks his lips and sighs. “I don’t…like people staring. I’ll be with soldiers, that's all they do.”

You scoff. “So what? They can stare. You’re the prince, you ride Vhagar. They should be intimidated. Besides, I think it’s like looking at the stars when I look at the sapphire.” You smile and glance at him.

Aemond smiles down at his hand, and when you finish braiding half his hair you tie it with the leather band.

“Done,” you let him know. “Now it won’t get in your face when you’re flying.” You wrap your arms around his neck and sigh. “<I love you.>”

Aemond meets your gaze through the mirror and grabs your hand to press a gentle kiss on it. “<I love you.>”

“Be careful, okay? Dragon or not, you can still get hurt when you’re on Vhagar. I don’t want to see you on a pyre, Aemond.”

Said man scoffs softly. “I’ll be okay.”

You only hope.

Now even after all your pleading you follow him out, but first make sure to take a detour to grab Aerion before you walk down to the shore where Vhagar, and Aegon sat on Sunfyre, await for him.

“Remember,” you whisper to Aemond. “We’ll be waiting. Aerion, me and itty bitty.”

Aemond caresses your belly before he presses a kiss on the top of Aerion’s head, saving your lingering kiss for last.

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

“<And I love you.>” He doesn’t hold back from saying, even if his brother waits for him with annoyance. He even makes sure to caress your cheek one last time before he finally turns away and walks to Vhagar to begin mounting her.

“No goodbye kiss for your King, princess?” Aegon shouts as he leans over his saddle.

You roll your eyes over to him and shoot him a pointed glare, whilst Aemond stops beside Vhagar and glares at his brother.

“Leave her alone, Aegon,” Aemond warns his brother.

Aegon snickers and shrugs whilst he sits back and grabs his handles. “I just want some luck,” he counters smugly.

Rather than countering back with spite you sass him. “I can fetch your wife, Your Grace. No better luck than a farewell kiss from your wife.” You shoot him a smile and Aegon's smile fades away at your comment.

He leaves you alone after that, so you proceed to watch Aemond climb his enormous dragon. Once he finally sits on his saddle they don’t hesitate to ascend to the sky. You don’t leave your spot on the sand until you lose sight of them in the dark night sky.

“Come on my sweet boy, let's put you back to bed,” you tell Aerion as he rubs his eyes.

Since there’s guards following you, you can’t wait for Astraea to land by the shore. Even if she did, you don’t have the warning for your mother, so you act normal and return inside. You put Aerion back to bed and return to the security of your private quarters.

Vanessa comes and helps you prepare for bed, but you trust her so you write your short warning.

“Rook’s Rest is a trap. Aegon and Aemond will be waiting for your arrival.”

No name just in case for some reason someone that shouldn’t, reads it.

You would write to your mother a lot more, you’d write to Jacaerys too, but you have to keep it short. Perhaps later on you’ll write an apology to your mother, you’ll ask for clarification on what she knows about what really happened to your father. As for now that’s all you write. And as to not raise suspicion, you wait for Astraea to come to you.

And of course, without fault your dragon comes to you, she lands on the roof over your head and leans her head down towards the balcony whilst she groans softly.

“<Hello, my sweet girl. It’s been a long time.” You grin and caress her snout. “I need you to do something for me. Deliver this message to Dragonstone.” You raise the glass bottle you tucked the note in, to show it to her. “To my mother, Jacaerys, Baela, Rhaena or my grandmother. Either one of those.>” You tell her desprestly.

Astraea pushes herself off the roof to fly down and show you her side where the rope to mount your saddle hangs. Before she can raise suspicion or before someone can surprise you, you secure the bottle with the rope. And to make your note more noticeable you tuck a Winter rose inside the bottle before closing it with a cork.

“<Go,” you order her, knowing well her intelligence was beyond what you or anyone else can understand. “I’ll see you again soon.>”

Without waiting a second longer Astraea flies away into the night sky, leaving you wishing you could fly the skies with her.

——

It’s been ten days since Aemond left for Rook's Rest, it’s been ten days since you warned your mother about the trap. You’ve since then received letters from Aemond, only a few just updating you that it’s been quiet—or as calm as a rampage can go.

Which is good, the longer he’s out there means that your mother heeded your warning and didn’t send anyone. But the longer he’s out there means that they’re still waiting, forcing your mother and her side to react.

You can only hope that they don’t give into the pressure, regardless if a Lord has to bend the knee to Aegon. You just can’t have either Aemond or your family to get hurt.

“Congratulations Princess you are with child,” the maester breaks you from your stupor to share a fact you already knew.

Regardlessly, you offer him a smile before you look over at Helaena with a bright grin. “You hear that?” You ask her in hopes to get her out of her head.

Considering there isn’t much you can do since you aren’t officially allowed in council meetings you try to help Helaena the best way you can. But that’s proven to be hard; it's like she’s completely retracted to this shell. Before it was there, but she was also here with everyone, she interacted, but now…now she’s completely hidden. She doesn’t even interact with Jaehaera, the Dowager Queen has completely taken responsibility for her.

“How far along, maester?” Alicent asks.

She insisted on being here with you to check up on you after Aemond let her know about your condition through a letter after he left. He needed her to know so someone could keep an eye on you while he was gone. It’s sweet, it fills you with guilt and regret, but you brush those feelings aside and focus on the fact whether you should be grateful Alicent is worried about you, or concerned that she is.

Sure she worried when you were with child with Aerion, but you didn’t think she’d care now.

“Basing off her last bleeding,” the maester backs away from you and turns to face Alicent. “Almost two months.”

Yeah you only spotted that one time, when your mother came to King’s Landing, but you haven’t actually bled normally since before that. So maybe the baby is truly Aemond’s.

“I also have some news,” the maester says and gets off the chair, letting you drag your legs down and sit up on your bed—“From further examination it seems two babies are growing.”

Two…

Your smile softens and joy overtakes the guilt and regret.

“Congratulations Princess,” the maester directs at you.

“Thank you, maester.”

“That’s excellent news, the prince will be pleased,” Alicent says. “May the mother bless the twins.”

The maester nods in agreement, and then sighs and turns to you. “It seems I have also seen strain. You need to calm down princess, expecting twins is troublesome. There’s many more risks than growing one babe. I’ll talk to the prince when he returns, I’d like you to stay out of battles...”

Yeah because you were allowed to fight in them before.

“And any news that may arrive,” he adds and glances at Alicent. “Please—”

“You will not have them keep any news from me,” you cut him off in annoyance. “I will know everything. My husband and my family fight this war. I will know.”

The maester clasps his hands together and looks away from you to briefly glance at Alicent. “At least please be careful with how the news is shared then. Any stress now can cause a miscarriage, especially with how delicate it’s going along, Princess.”

You slide off your bed and walk to the edge of bed. “Yes, of course.”

“Yes, thank you maester,” Alicent interjects quietly.

The maester bows and begins to walk to the door. Yet before he can reach it, a knock raps on the door.

“Come in,” you tell the visitor.

The door comes in and a knight stands outside. He bows his head to greet the three of you before sharing what he had to say. “Your Grace, Dowager Queen, Princess, the King has returned…” he trails off and nervously swallows thickly. “It’s urgent.”

You step forward and ask about the only person you care about. “Prince Aemond?” You ask.

The knight nods. “He’s riding behind the King’s carriage. They will arrive within the gates momentarily.”

Without bothering to even wonder why the knight was panicked about Aegon, you rush out of your chambers and quickly head down and past the gates to wait in the courtyard for Aemond.

Soon thereafter, a large carriage rolls in and bannermen run behind it. Other people also run to the carriage but you pay no mind to them, you just wait and watch as a second and smaller carriage rolls in.

You don’t even wait for it to stop, you just rush over to it with worry. And the moment the carriage stops the door opens and Aemond climbs out with his face unscathed, his blond-silver hair frizzy, his face covered with smoke, and his green cloak ripped and only hanging from one side.

“Aemond,” you gasp with relief before you throw your arms around him.

Said man wraps his arms around your body and you pull him close, noticing his armor is also covered with smoke from battle.

Hopefully, he was only battling men on the ground…

“Are you unharmed?” You ask him and pull back to study him and check for any wounds.

“Yes, I’m all right,” he assures you.

You blink and try to meet his gaze, but his eyes are behind you. You follow his line of gaze and see men carrying down…Aegon—that beaten body wrapped with bandages on half of his body is Aegon.

No…

“What happened?” You ask as you watch how his mother has him rushed inside so the grand maester can help him.

Aemond stays quiet, so you look at him again and press him to know. You’re too curious. “Aemond?”

Said man slowly meets your gaze and sighs. “Aegon has broken ribs, a broken hip and half of his body was burnt in battle… so much so that the armor on his left arm melted onto his skin.”

And he’s still alive? Gods.

He can die for all you care.

“You,” you press again and slide your hands down to his arms. “Tell me the truth.”

Aemond nods. “I'm fine. Vhagar protected me.”

You smile at him in relief and sigh. “Good. Good. When you’ve been released from all those meetings I assume you’ll have now, I have to tell you something. Some happy news amongst all th…” you trail off as you spot a wagon being rolled in.

“Y/N,” Aemond mutters and takes your hand. “Let’s head inside.” He pulls you with him, but you dig your heels in the ground as you notice that what’s being brought in is the head of The Red Queen, the dragon Meleys. Your grandmothers dragon.

“No,” you mouth immediately as you feel your heart drop to your stomach at the ill feeling that hits you. “Meleys.” You snap your eyes to Aemond and look at him with worry and denial. “My grandmother was there? Did you bring her too?”

Maybe they killed her dragon and captured her?

Aemond averts his gaze and swallows thickly, giving you the answer without having to say it right away.

“No,” you mewl and let him go. “No.”

“Sunfyre managed to…”

“No,” you cry out with grief knowing exactly what he was going to say. Your grandmother, the reason why Meleys’ head is here is because she’s gone.

“No,” you mutter again and break away from him to run over to the dragon's head since that’s the closest thing you had to actually being with her. “No, no, no!”

The men make the horses stop moving as you throw yourself over the snout, as you begin to cry against it like if it’s your grandmother herself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper. “I’m sorry.” You sniffle. “I should’ve been there. I’m sorry.”

First Lucerys, now her too. You couldn’t help her either, like you couldn’t help Lucerys. Your grandmother is gone and you couldn’t even say goodbye, you didn’t say goodbye because you were angry at a man that wasn’t even there.

“Princess, all this stress is not good for the baby’s, please,” the maester who had helped you before tries to pull you away, but you snatch your arm away and continue to cradle the dragon head.

“Please, I’m sorry,” you sob to a person you won’t even see anymore. “Please, grandmother.”

“Y/N, my love,” Aemond whispers by your ear as he wraps his arm around you and slowly pulls you back. “Let’s get inside, please.”

You don’t fight him, he was a comfort in all the pain grief returns to your already aching heart. You let him walk you inside the Red Keep, you let him and Vanessa help you back to your quarters as all you can think about is your grandmother, what Baela and Rhaena must feel, the heartbreak your grandfather must feel. You wish you could be with them now and feel their own comfort as you grieve her.

You hardly think of your pain, or what it can cause the twins, you’re numb to it all, absent from the time continuing around you. You don’t even notice when you get in your quarters, when Aemond is whisked away by the Hand, you don’t even know how you’re conscious, or just simply living.

It’s not until you feel a wet cloth get dabbed on your face that it seems like you wake up.

“I warned them,” you say hoarsely as you register Vanessa trying to wipe the tears off your face. “I told them it was going to be a trap. And they got the message…you saw it right? The dragon glass they sent back as a secret signal.” You direct at Vanessa desperately.

Your handmaiden's dark eyes meet yours and a pitiful frown tugs on her face as she nods in agreement. “Yes. I saw it.”

You nod slowly and let out a shaky sigh. “They got it and they still sent my grandmother. She’s dead now…after I warned them!” You cry.

Vanessa puts the cloth down on the vanity surface and crouches down to meet your gaze at the level you are. “Perhaps it was their choice to go help. They possibly didn’t want to leave their ally helpless and tried to help regardless.”

You swallow thickly and find some sense in what she tries to tell you, but so many other possibilities still form in your head.

“You warned them,” she adds and picks up the cloth again. “They received the note. That’s all that matters now, all right?”

You let out a shaky breath and nod softly. Vanessa smiles softly and continues to help you get ready for what may come now that Aegon came back injured.

“Look,” she says and puts down a ring. “The jeweler finally made the orange pearl Ser Jason gave you into a ring.”

You pick up the gold ring that holds the beautiful orange pearl, and admire the twisted band that holds the pearl in the middle of the band. “He did an amazing job. It’s beautiful,” you muse while you put the ring on your right middle finger and admire the flame-like pearl.

“Almost as beautiful as the man himself,” Vanessa tries to lift your spirits as she moves back to fix your white-silver hair.

“Vanessa,” you giggle.

Said woman laughs quietly before she shares a quiet comment. “I swear he must be part Targaryen like yourself, he’s too beautiful to be just from Westeros.”

You scoff. “Wouldn’t that be a surprise?”

She hums in agreement, and as she does the door opens slowly, making her smile die as Aemond walks in with Aerion.

“Aemond,” you greet and look at your boys through the mirror. “Aerion.”

The baby squeals as he sees you, and you also hear his little feet kick the armor his father still has on.

“The maester says that Aegon will he bedridden for a couple months, 7 or more,” Aemond announces right away. And you know exactly what that means, if the King can’t rule his kingdoms the next in line rules for him, in this instance that’s…Aemond.

Besides, the fact that he will probably stay out of battles now, you also can’t help but feel pride over the fact that he will be regent. He deserves it, sure you prefer your mother on that throne, but that can’t be done right now, and if you had to pick between Aemond and Aegon, it would be Aemond everytime.

He’s much smarter, he’s studied, he’s a warrior without having to use Vhagar, Aegon learned to use his sword but he never gave into his training like Aemond or your brothers. So by all accounts Aemond deserves the crown and the title. Plus Aemond listens to you, you can use that, so it’s good Aegon got injured.

“You’ll be regent then?” You ask even if you know the answer.

Aemond hums in agreement.

You look back at Vanessa through the mirror, and she doesn’t need to be told verbally, she leaves your hair alone and then leaves you with Aemond and Aerion.

“I'm happy for you,” you direct at Aemond with a grin. “You deserve it. Sure the circumstances as to why you received this title are grieves, but there’s no one better than you.” You get up and walk over to him to steal a small but deep kiss.

Aemond cups your cheek and slides his hand down to cup your chin as he looks at you with a loving gaze. “I want to make you the Princess regent. Grief has taken too much from my sister, leaving her unable to perform her duties as Queen, and the realm needs a queen, why not have its Golden Girl?”

Control, more than you’ve had all your life? More abilities to help your mother in the shadows?

“Me?” You ask innocently. “But your council doesn’t trust me. They’d never let me.”

“I’ll be regent now, I’ll be their commander in every aspect, you will sit beside me because that’s what I want,” he assures you confidently.

You grab his hand and beam at him. Albeit your smile falters as something comes to mind, something rather important you can’t help but share out of your own personal gain.

“You are strong Aemond, strong willed and are not easily swayed,” you swallow thickly and cup his hand with yours to press it against your chest. “But we know that's not all that matters. It’s your people, the crown is not stable if they aren’t. You either need them to love you, or fear you, there’s no in between. And I don’t want to lose you. So I ask you this now. What do you want?”

Aemond raises his chin and smirks at you. “Fear,” he says in a low and intimidating voice.

You shoot him a mischievous smirk. “All right,” you mutter smugly. “Let it be fear.”

Aemond grins at you and then leans in to kiss you, albeit the kiss doesn’t last no matter how much you currently desire one another because Aerion is still here.

“Come on,” you direct at Aerion with a happy smile. “Let’s go down to the Throne room, your father is going to be crowned.” You take Aerion and take him down with you to the Throne room where Ser Criston, the rest of the council, and other Lords and Ladies already await.

Since what needed to be done was already discussed there’s no need for arguments, the people bow and curtsy as Aemond walks down the aisle. When he reaches the bottom of the steps you give Aerion to Vanessa and go and take the conqueror's crown from Ser Criston.

When you look over and watch Aemond climb those steps, when you see him brush his fingers on the throne's armrest, you can’t help but begin to smile. The moment he sits on that throne you grin proudly, he almost looks like a king.

He’s still not the person you want on that throne, but you’re here now, you know how much he wanted this, so you’re happy for him either way. Which is why you step up the throne's mighty steps with the conqueror's crown in hand, and don’t hesitate to place it on his silver-blond head.

“It looks better on you then it ever did on him,” you whisper.

Aemond hums in agreement, and grabs your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles. “Stay here with me,” he says.

His request catches you by surprise, but you don’t argue, you keep your hand secured in his hold and turn slowly to face all the Lords, ladies and knights below.

“All hail Prince Aemond of House Targaryen!” Ser Criston announces to the hall. “Prince Regent and Protector of the Realm! And his lady wife...”

You gasp and quickly look at Aemond. He meets your gaze and smirks at you.

“…Princess Y/N of House Velaryon! Princess regent!”

Everyone bows and curtseys at the new rulers that will rule in their Queen and King’s stead. They show their respect not only to Aemond but to you too. Sure this respect is something you’re used to because of your title as Princess, but this is different, you’re Princess Regent, you hold more power than before and they respect it.

You want your mother as Queen, but this—seeing them bow to you as you stand beside the throne, you can’t help but like it.

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* ok here’s why Sole Crusher and Zoe’s story throughout it is a queer allegory: a very long post (that might be good idk)

* (doing this because I only just paid attention to it and I haven’t really seen anyone else mention it, like I found an amino post and that’s it so yeah)

* before I begin, I know Zoe is queer, she is sapphic, but this episode came out before Adoration so it wasn’t “official” then (she was probably always intended to be sapphic but still)

* ok so first, Zoe states that she has to act all the time in front of people, how she’s “acting all the time, playing these different roles, trying to please everyone, until I couldn’t do it anymore”, and that can absolutely be read as a queer kid who’s in a situation where the people around them won’t be accepting of who they are, hence why she wants to be accepted; “the real me”, she says, and why it hurts her when, even though she left New York, she has to do act AGAIN to please her mom and Chloe. It can be read as someone in a more conservative household/environment being forced to pretend, to act they way their family and others around them want them to act.

* Zoe says that she wanted to meet her family’s expectations, and that if she did everything Chloe told her to do, she’d accept her (basically saying, my family expects me to be “normal”, so I will pretend I’m not like this hoping that they’ll accept me)

* she says that, at the boarding school, she was “playing a part, being someone else, hoping they’d accept me. But finally, I just couldn’t anymore. That’s when everyone turned against me.” This can so clearly be read as her “playing a part, being someone else, hoping they’d accept me” (pretending to be straight in front of others, hoping that if she keeps up the act, people won’t question her and she’ll be safe from everyone’s prejudice and judgement).

* and then there’s “But finally, I just couldn’t anymore. That’s when everyone turned against me”, which can be read as “when I just couldn’t act anymore, and I let my guard down, and I came out, everyone judged me, everyone hated me, I wasn’t ‘normal’ to them anymore”.

* she says that she understands if the others don’t want to be her friend, and is then surprised when they accept her. Mylene says they’re “one big happy family”, and Rose says that she’ll be fine with them (Rose also suggested “adopting” Zoe earlier in the episode, and idk if this is just my experience but in middle school a lot of my friends were queer and two of them “adopted” me and a few of our other friends, so yeah)

* Marinette states that “You’ll never have to leave again, Zoe. Welcome to Paris”, which can be her telling Zoe that there’s now people she can connect with that won’t ridicule and judge her for who she is, that they’ll accept her, and she won’t have to leave again if things go south.

* now onto the Andre scenes, first there’s the roof scene, where Andre admits that when he was young, he wanted to be a movie director, but he had to give that up to “earn his place”, which leads to Zoe confessing to him how she wanted to be an actress, but now acting just hurts her since she does it all the time to please everyone else, to be accepting.

* and so, Andre decided to show her his “cellar of dreams”, a cellar where he keeps things from his directing days. He then states that “it can be lonely when even your own family can’t accept you for who you are. We end up burying our feelings deep here, and here”, putting back Emilie’s profile. “If you want, I can make some space for you”, he says, and Zoe puts her sneakers inside.

* I 100% read this as an adult, someone else who is queer, seeing someone younger going through a similar situation to theirs, and being able to sympathize with them. He says “it can be lonely when even your own family can’t accept you for who you are”, which is, unfortunately, what a lot of queer kids (and adults too) go through with their own families. Him showing her what’s in the cellar could be seen as him showing her that she’s not alone, that he’s like her, that he’s gone through what she’s going through now (note how he holds the profile close to his heart), and that he is able to understand her.

* now the ending scene. Chloe and Audrey are upset that Zoe went against them and demand that she be sent back to New York, and Andre says that it would just take too long to enroll her in another boarding school, so for now she can stay, but Chloe demands that she has to stay in another part of the hotel, where she can’t see her, and Andre obliges. Zoe thanks Andre, and asks him to promise that he won’t keep his dreams locked away for too long, which he agrees too. The end cards then show Zoe interacting with the others, all while texting Marinette, saying “Thank you for everything! You were right. I can be myself here, ‘cause you and the others will always be there for me. For the first time in my life, I actually feel at home!”

* the constant threat of sending Zoe back to New York, which is in almost all of Zoe’s major appearances, can be seen as someone being disowned and kicked out of their home because they’re queer, because they’re not abiding by their families’ expectations.

* Zoe asking Andre to not leave his dreams behind can be seen as her trying to encourage him to be himself, to have more confidence in who he is.

* and the text message can be read as her thanking Marinette for introducing her to a community of people who will accept her no matter what, people who will help her live authentically, which is something she’s always wanted. She now has people she can talk too, and who will support her, without the threat of ridicule and harassment.

* now onto the more visual aspects of the episode, there isn’t as much here but still (this post is so long I’m sorry lmao)

* first, Zoe blushing after giving Marinette her number

* then there’s the cellar and what that represents

* and then there are two instances, from what I could see, of the pan flag being put into the episode (maybe I missed some idk)

* and lastly, this one card with Nino pointing and Zoe smiling (conveniently he’s pointing to where the rainbow is hmmmmmmmmm)

* and then for the final end card, where there are hearts next to Zoe as she looks at Marinette, the first person who was nice to her (aside from Jess, but we didn’t know that until recently so)

* (again, so sorry that the post is this long lmao, I just had so much to say about this episode and I’m bad at condensing my thoughts)

* (also please like and reblog this, but also you don’t have to lol)

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hi!!! I just saw that your requests are open, could u do a hc with the obey me brothers and diavolo with a scarlet witch!reader👀? ty!!!

I did it more as a ‘Wanda Maximoff! Reader’ instead. WandaVision was great, though. Can we all agree? Loved the sit-com episodes, and the ending was spectacular.

Lucifer

He noticed how scared and disoriented you were when you first arrived at the Devildom. It was understandable to be terrified, but it was a fear that he’s familiar with. A fear that you were going to go through something similar to something that has happened before.

He tried his hardest to make you feel at-ease by trying to keep his temper and keeping order in the House of Lamentation. However, you seemed to just stay in your room until absolutely necessary. You had requested access to a TV and old sit-coms, and he granted it to try and get you to see that you didn’t need to guard yourself around him.

After a while, you would start to hang out more and more with everyone, but mostly him in his office. It was more quiet and peaceful there, so you felt safer. The only noise being soft conversations and pen writing. Lucifer loved these little moments between the two of you because he loved hearing your voice. It wasn’t just the Sokovian accent you had, but the things you had to say.

He remembers when you defended Beel and Luke and actually managed to defeat him. Your powers were unlike anything he’s ever seen, nor was the pure anger you had. In fact, since it was fueled by all the pain you’ve experienced and how your new ‘family’ turned against each other like your past ‘family’ had, it exceeded even Satan’s wrath.

Because of the sit-coms you loved watching so much, you had grown to want to settle down at some point and live a domestic life. After voicing your thoughts to your now-lover, he took a few moments to consider it. The dream seemed wonderful, especially with you by his side. He told you that one day he would make your dream a reality and to just be patient. What you didn’t know is that he would give you the whole world if you asked.

Mammon

When Lucifer first introduced the two of you, he saw that you were terrified. Understandable, considering they were all demons… but it still hurt. He wanted very much to fight against his older brother when he said that he was assigned to be your protector, but he didn’t. He actually wanted to be the one to protect you.

He wanted to let you know that you were safe with him, but you were always shut in your room with those cheesy sit-coms you love so much. Eventually he asked if you would want to watch some of them with him in his room, even going the extra mile and saying that you could sit on the opposite end of the couch. The night ended up with you falling asleep on him, though.

After that night, you got more comfortable with everyone. You started going out more, but you had to admit that you would rather stay in Mammon’s room with him while watching movies and shows. The second-oldest felt the same. There was no better feeling than having you cuddle with him on his couch as you both watched the characters interact with each other.

He remembers when Beel accidentally destroyed your room and you just fixed it with your powers as if it were nothing. He definitely confronted you about it and you explained how you got your powers through scientists running experiments on you with the Mind Stone. He changed the subject quickly and smoothly after seeing you starting to get upset about the topic.

One night, as you were both lying in his bed, you told him about your dream to settle down somewhere peaceful and just live life with him. He was very family-oriented, so this sounded amazing to him. He made a vow to you that he would work his hardest to pay back all his debt and quit gambling so that he could give you the life that you wanted. He has yet to break that vow.

Leviathan

When Lucifer first introduced the two of you, he noticed how you looked like a scared fawn in the midst of a pack of wolves. He felt bad, but he couldn’t do much about it. So he just waved and made his way back to his room.

He wants to get to know you more, but you’re both shut-ins who are kind of socially awkward (more him than you). One day, he gathers the courage and invites you to a binging hang-out. Since you both have different tastes in television entertainment, he would have you watch an anime that he likes and you have him watch a sit-com that you like. It ended really well, actually.

After that night, you were still wary of everyone… but you gravitated towards him. You often stuck close to Levi because you were more comfortable with him. It made him blush whenever you grabbed his hand and followed him somewhere, but he loved that you were his and his only.

He remembers when you passed the TSL quiz and he attacked you. You used your magic to attack right back. You were about to do your absolute worst when the other brothers got Levi and took him away to cool down. A few days later, he thought back on it and thought it was totally cool that you reminded him of the character he likes… the Red Sorcerer.

One night, as you were both watching another romance anime, you told him how you wished the characters could get together and live a domestic life in the end so that you had some sort of hope that you could do the same with him. Levi blushed a ton, but settling down with you seemed like a dream straight from the Celestial Realm.

Satan

When Lucifer introduced the two of you, he had to admit that you looked adorable even when you were scared out of your mind. He offered to show you around, but you quickly and insistently refused.

For the next few weeks, you have locked yourself in your room in your free time. You only came down for breakfast, school, and dinner. One day, Satan has enough and asks you if you would like to watch a popular mystery sit-com with him in the living room. He was very happy when you agreed and even made a bunch of snacks. You started the hangout by sitting far away from him, but eventually got close enough to fall asleep on him.

After that night, you looked to him for comfort. It gave him hope that he deserved love rather than hate. To see you accepting each and every one of his requests to hang out or go out with you without fail made him fall so easily for you.

He remembers the time where you used your magic to stop Lucifer from killing you, Beel, and Luke. No one knew that you had magic, so it came as a surprise to everyone. But this instance seemed personal, like you were defending the person who you held dearest and you had known for years. He was sad to hear later that you had gotten flashbacks of your own brother and how you weren’t there to protect him.

One night, as he was reading the ending of a romance novel that you two had been reading together, you told him that you wanted to live a life like the main characters in the book. Where through thick and thin they stuck together, bound by their never ending love for each other, and eventually getting married. Satan grabbed your left hand and pressed a kiss to your ring finger, silently telling you he would make that dream come true one day.

Asmodeus

When Lucifer introduces the two of you, he sees how you’re on the verge of tears because of how terrified you are. He whips out a pack of tissues (he is always prepared) and hands it to you so that you could wipe the tears from your beautiful eyes.

It saddens him whenever you shut yourself in your room. He often passes by and hears the sit-com you’re watching. He hears sobs, but decides that you need to be alone. He knows what it’s like, needing to be alone every once in a while to let out a few tears. Eventually, he gently asks if you would like to come over to his room so you could do skincare with each other while watching a sit-com he recently heard about. That night was calming for you, and you broke out of your shell a bit.

You became more open and let your walls weaken around everyone. However, you liked hanging out with Asmo the most because he actually made an effort to get close to you. He was your shoulder to cry on as you were his. You were with each other in your most vulnerable moments, and that makes people grow very close.

He remembers the time where Levi lost in the TSL competition and he went to attack you, but you stopped him with your magic and threw him across the room so that you could escape. Asmo made sure that you made it to his room so that you could hide until Levi calmed down. He took this as a chance to ask you why you never told them you had magic, and you explained that your powers came at a cost that those scientists made you pay.

One night, as you both lay cuddling in Asmo’s comfy bed, you were talking about the best dreams you both have had. When you tell him about your dream of living a domestic and quiet life, Asmo took a few seconds to actually consider it. A life with his darling Y/N? It sounded absolutely wonderful!

Beelzebub

When Lucifer introduces the two of you, he can’t help but worry about how scared you look. Sure, he was the biggest and tallest of the brothers, but he had a big heart and the personality of a friendly teddy bear.

He understands wanting to isolate yourself for the first few weeks, so he will bring you your food so that you don't have to go out of your comfort zone very often. On one of these door-dashings, he invites you to a night of snacks and a movie or show of your choice. It ended with you laying on top of him as you both slept through the last few episodes.

After a while, you became more social and friendly. Beel was glad to see you like this, but it made him even happier when you still clung to his side. To know that you felt comfortable and safe around him gave him happiness unlike anything else.

He remembers at one of his games where you were cheering the loudest. Not really, but he says that because he was only paying attention to you. You even used your magic to spell out a message in the air, saying GO, BEELZEBUB! It encouraged him to play even harder and even win the game.

On that night, while you were both cuddling in his bed, you told him about your dream to live a peaceful life, and settle down somewhere with your lover. He’s also very family-oriented, so this sounds like paradise to him. He is immediately on board, promising that he would be the best husband that he can be for you.

Belphegor

When you stumbled across him in the attic, he figured that you were just trying to get away from the chaos that usually is the House of Lamentation. He saw how scared and distressed you look, and originally wanted to take advantage of it.

However, after each visit, you both got closer and closer. You would come of your own accord, often with your laptop, so that you both could watch the sit-com that you had been watching. You snuck in some snacks so that you could enjoy them together.

The more this went on, the less he wanted to use you. He still wanted to get out of his current prison, but he wanted to do it for you rather than hurting you by making you think he was only getting close to you so that you could do him this favor. He was genuinely enjoying your company, and he didn’t want to disturb what was going on between the two of you.

Eventually, Lucifer caught the two of you hanging out. He was angry, but you used your magic to hold him in place and called the other brothers up. Belphie was angry as well because he thought you were magicless, but the others were able to hold him back before he attacked you. After the whole thing was sorted out, he realized that you were still wary of him.

A few nights later, you were both cuddling in bed. It was unusual considering a few days prior you had to speak to each other through an enchanted gate. You told him that during one of the hangouts where you fell asleep, you had a dream of living with him somewhere quiet. He had to admit that he loved that idea.

Diavolo

When you first appeared in the room, he went over to make sure that you were alright. You looked absolutely terrified, and he didn’t want any of the exchange students to feel like that. Was it perhaps his tall stature that was intimidating to you?

He would invite you over as much as he could/as much as Barbatos would allow, but he couldn’t help but feel like you were only accepting his invitations because he was the Prince of the Devildom. So he did something rather unconventional. He secretly invited you out to a quiet dinner and had you (jokingly) promise not to tell anyone. It was a lot of fun, actually, and it left the both of you catching your breath because you were laughing so hard.

He loved how you were slowly getting used to life in the Devildom. He always made sure you were comfortable and often invited you to stay at his castle for sleepovers. That led you to becoming closest with him (and Barbatos). He had to admit that it boosted his ego.

When Lucifer tries attacking you, Beel, and Luke, Diavolo finds you using your magic to hold the oldest brother in place. He stepped forward, placing you behind him, and told you that you would be alright. Afterwards, he was surprised to feel your arms wrap around his torso, but he absolutely loved it.

During one of your sleepovers (which was just you and him cuddling in his humongous bed), you told him your dream of living a domestic life with the one you love most, like what you see in sitcoms. Diavolo has torn feelings about this. While it sounds like pure bliss, he has responsibilities as the only child of the Demon Lord. Maybe one day you could come around and be his partner and rule with him?

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tenaciousjalapeno · 6 months

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Testing the Cat Lady, Part 4

4/?

Pairing: LA Buggy the Clown x Reader

Summary: The captain asks if you'd like for him to show you around one of his territories. You're happy to oblige, but a little less happy when there's a small misunderstanding with the mayor.

Warnings: language, sexual innuendo

Word Count: 2400

A/N: I feel like the further I get into this, the more I combine anime and LA Buggy (based on the few anime episodes I've seen) so I'm starting to think it can be read either way?

“Territories,” you say flatly. “You have territories.” On the way to his quarters, Captain Buggy popped his head into your room to inform you that the ship would later be docking at a town owned by none other than the genius jester himself. It caught you off guard learning that he had not just one, but several territories throughout the East Blue.

Upon first meeting him, he had stated that his crew was one of the most dreaded in the sea, but you had dismissed it as empty boasting. In your short time on the ship, he had proved to be more than capable as a captain. Cruel at times, but good at his job nonetheless. None of his actions thus far, though, had led you to believe that he was a conqueror as well.

Buggy narrows his seafoam eyes at you. “Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?” He crosses his arms and leans against your doorframe, not once dropping the scrutinizing gaze. The tense man has been in one of his “moods” today, so it feels like one wrong word could send him into a frenzy. Admittedly, there’s something about this teetering mood of his that always pulls you in and makes you want to poke the bear. Never having been on the receiving end of one of his tantrums – as a crew member, at least, – you had always been curious of how far you could push his limits. And of what he would do the day you decide to cross those lines.

However, he had already threatened to stab two people this afternoon, so today was not that day.

“Ah, sorry,” you reply sheepishly. You set the book he had pulled you from on your desk and shift in the wooden chair to face him better, trying to gain a few extra seconds to carefully choose your next words. “It’s not. You just have even more influence than I realized. It’s impressive.” At your compliment, his shoulders relax. Crisis averted, you let out a small sigh of relief.

He looks down at you with bored eyes, barely interested in the conversation now that the fuse has been snuffed out. “There are some decent places to shop and eat, if you’d like me to show you around.”

“Yeah, I would love that.” You give a warm smile. It feels like it’s been ages since you had any sort of outing. And that’s probably because it has been. The only stop that had been made since you were dragged aboard was for business, not pleasure. In and out, staying just long enough to stock up on supplies. Not only that, but the one-on-one time with Buggy might be nice. Save for the brief visits like this one, he’s typically got several crewmates hanging around him at any given time. Despite the lack of privacy, you still enjoy daily chit chat with him and have even started to look forward to it. The combination of his quick wit and a mutual gentle bullying sparks a pull that you can’t seem to get enough of.

For a second, you swear the corners of his mouth tilted upward, if only just a little. Satisfied with the conversation, he lets out a grunt and continues on to his room. Equally satisfied, you settle back into the chair and return to your book. After a beat, a dismembered hand flies into your room, flips a jacket hanging on your coat rack to the floor, then slams the door shut behind it as it returns to the neighboring room. “Hey!”

Buggy smirks to himself as his hand reattaches to his arm.

You’re sure that ths clown is going to send you to an early grave.

The ship finally docks late in the afternoon. Shortly thereafter, you impatiently wait at the ship’s loading ramp for your captain to escort you on land. The date outing has finally given you an excuse to wear some of your nicer clothes that you swore were going to rot on the bottom of the dresser drawer had they been stuck there any longer. It catches the eyes of several of the other crew members, but they disperse as soon as they see Buggy sauntering over. By the same token, he’s dressed sharply in his signature coat and hat, and sports a fresh face of makeup. Having a chance to stretch his legs on dry land puts him in a much better mood than he was earlier. He looks you over, a small grin forming on his face. The other eyes on you moments ago were nothing, but being the center of your captain’s attention makes you feel self-conscious – like you’re being stripped down to your bare ass in front of an audience, but somehow even more nerve-racking. Before you can become too insecure, he interrupts your thoughts. “Cute,” he says, still grinning. “Ready, songbird?” He offers his arm, which you take eagerly with a nod.

The town isn’t huge, but what it lacks in size, it makes up for in liveliness. The arrival of the Buggy pirates sends the town buzzing with excitement. Instead of fearing the pirates, the residents seem… friendly towards them. You look up at your captain with confusion. No clarification is needed on his part. “Some little crew of nobodies had this place under lock and key. We were just going to head back out, until some shithead said something about my nose. Stabbed him and threw him into the sea. Turned out to be the captain. You can probably piece together the rest.” He smiles widely as he tells the story, thinking back fondly to the look on the other guy’s face as he flew out to the water. The cheering of the townspeople was music to his ears, and their admiration inflated his ego to a god-tier. Pieces clicking together in your mind, you realize that it wasn’t that he was a conqueror. It’s that he got lucky while picking a fight. You decide to shrug it off. Either way, a victory is a victory.

Savory smells waft through the air, making your stomach growl. “You said there were some good restaurants, right,” you ask. Earlier in the day, you opted out of lunch to get caught up on your work, and up until you smelled food, you didn’t realize how hungry you were. At this point it doesn’t matter what it was. You had about twenty minutes to get some food in you before you turn into a hangry witch that even a sea king wouldn’t dare cross paths with. “Something that won’t take too long,” you add for good measure.

“Yeah, you hungry? There’s a street vendor ahead that I always stop at if you want something quick. It’s a hot dog stand run by some old guy.” You wouldn’t have marked Buggy as a hot dog guy. From what you’d seen so far, most of what was served on the Big Top was basic meals that could be made in large quantities. Feeding three dozen people didn’t allow much room for five-star meals. Or really anything that had a lot of flavor. It makes you wonder if that’s why the captain is so crabby all the time. Maybe the man just needs a decent snack.

In your youth, it was ingrained in you that some foods were more refined than others, and your parents didn’t want to taint the family’s image by eating cheap meats. Deep down, you now know it was a load of crap, but it was so heavily imbedded in you that you can’t help being reluctant. With all the social rules you’d managed to shake yourself free from, you feel silly to be nervous about such a simple, inconsequential matter. “I don’t know. I’ve never actually had a hot dog before. My parents wouldn’t let me eat that kind of stuff when I was still living with them.”

Buggy stops dead in his tracks. The captain is thoroughly unimpressed with your answer, and his response is thick with sass to drive that fact home. His face twists from a look of disapproval to one of distaste. “Alright, so first of all, your parents sound like old windbags with sticks so far up their asses that they’re basically human kabobs. Secondly, either you come willingly, or I carry you.” Your eyes go wide at his threat. Being carried down the street like a sack of potatoes sounds humiliating, and the thought is even more terrifying knowing that he can, and he will. Quickly nodding in agreeance, you continue the direction in which you were headed. A pleased smile settles on his face. “That’s what I thought.” He’s happy to have gotten his way, but on some level was hoping that you’d refuse. Dragging you kicking and screaming to force feed you hot dogs was exactly his brand of torment for you.

After stopping at the stand and purchasing the food, you take a seat together on a nearby bench. Buggy digs right in, taking care to not smudge his makeup. With how brutish the blue-haired clown is, you regularly forget that he likes to stay clean and presentable. The thought crosses your mind that if it weren’t for the whole being-a-pirate-and-killing-people thing, he’s the type of person that probably would have thrived in the high society that you grew up in. Maybe even the type that your parents would’ve tried to marry you off to. Two bites in, he notices that you haven’t touched your own food. “Eat it, or I’ll make you,” he threatens flatly.

You eye up the hot dog one last time before finally taking a bite. And it’s absolutely delicious. “Oh my gods!” you exclaim. “That’s so good.” Internally, you curse your parents for their stupid dietary rules. Already nearing the end of his own snack, Buggy watches as you inhale yours, being careful to not drip any toppings onto yourself.

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Y’know, for someone who’s never had one before, you sure do know how to handle a sausage.” Having a mouthful of food, all you can do is shoot him a dirty look.

After chewing and swallowing, you turn to look your captain dead in the eye. “Have you ever gone a day in your life without being an asshole?” You know he’s actively trying to get you fired up, so it’d be best to ignore him, but a gross comment like that isn’t about to go unchecked. There are a few things that he knows really push your buttons, and the implication of you being a “sausage guzzler” is one of them. Several times before, he’s made the joke knowing that it would become a face-off that’d give him a chance to blow off some steam.

“Oh, come on, songbird. I’m just saying that you look like you’re enjoying the food,” he says, feigning innocence. It’s impossible to tell what’s more annoying: the initial comment or him denying it.

“Even if I believed that, it still wouldn’t change the fact that you’re an asshole,” you snap back. You’re raring to fight, but the voice of an approaching woman has you backing down for now.

“Captain Buggy! I heard that you were docking for a quick stay. It’s always so nice to see you, dear.” An elderly woman looking to be in her 60’s strolls up to the two of you with a friendly smile. She looks well put together, sporting a dress and matching sash.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mayor Whitney.” Buggy rises to great her. You take note of the sudden change in his demeanor. From asshat to charmer in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, no need to stand up for little old me. I just wanted to stop by and welcome you back.” Shifting her attention, she eyes you up and down before smiling even wider. “And you have a partner now! That makes me so happy. You know how I worry about you being alone out at sea.”

Your stomach does somersaults at the mere notion of being involved with Buggy that way. Sure, he’s handsome and charismatic, even captivating some- No, stop that, you squash your own thoughts. The idea had never crossed your mind, but it seemed ridiculous to think that he’d ever be interested in a relationship with you. It’s best to clear things up right away, you decide. “N-no, we’re not-.”

The clown pulls you close to his side with a huge grin and cuts you off. “That’s right! We’ve been seeing each other for a while now. From the moment I met my little show-stopper, I just knew I had to have them by my side.” His blatant lying is annoying, but the mayor seems so happy for the two of you that you don’t have it in you to break her high spirits. However, once she’s gone, you might break something else. Maybe something red and round. Playing along, you smile back and introduce yourself.

“What a lovely name! Well, like the captain here said, I’m Mayor Whitney. Any friend of his is a friend of mine, so don’t be shy in exploring our town. Anyway, I’ll let you two get back to your date. Bye now!” The two of you bid her farewell and she makes her way down the street, turning into a building.

As soon as she’s out of sight, you smack Buggy in the arm. “What the hell was that?” you hiss.

“Weren’t you listening? That was the mayor,” he replies, rubbing his arm. “Y’know, anyone else would be flat on their ass by now for hitting me like that.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean.”

He lets out a sigh. “Look, she’s been on my case for years now, saying I need to find someone. Every time we dock here, she’s got someone or another that she tries to set me up with. This’ll keep her satisfied for a while. How about, after you finish your food, I take you to a couple of shops to make up for it? I’ll get you anything you want. Nothing is too good for my main squeeze.” There he goes again trying to irk you. The offer is genuine, though, so you agree with a huff.

“Fine, but I’m picking out the most expensive thing I can find.”

Beaming now, he buckles down. “Like I said. Nothing’s too good for you, darling.”

Ugh.

#buggy live action #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #captain buggy #one piece #one piece buggy #anime buggy

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lostinwildflowers · 1 year

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YO (idk if I can do two together like this but) number 17 from the gestures prompt matches SO WELL with the first line from the dialogue list ("Hold on, let me fix this for you." ) LIKE OMG. IMAGINE THAT WITH HAWKS. IM DEAD ALREADY.

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Keigo "Hawks" Takami x Reader

Summary: A dressed up night is unusual for you and Hawks, yet all you want to do is go home and relax together.

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Suggestive themes but nothing NSFW, Hawks being a flirty shit, fluff<3

A/N: Just for my special Nem Nem! I've actually been on an MHA kick so this works in my favor. Enjoy some ~shmexy~ Hawks! -Birch<3

Prompts used:

1. "Hold on, let me fix this for you."

17. Standing still as your lover rubs smudged lipstick/lipstick stains off of your skin, catching them off guard by pressing a kiss against their fingertip.

Waiters and waitresses rushed by your table, platters of fine wines and cheese charcuterie boards bustling past. For one of the fanciest and highest-rated restaurants in Japan, you somehow felt uncomfortable.

Your husband, Keigo, sat across from you at your premier seating arrangement. Your view was gorgeous, you couldn't deny it.

It was a red brick rooftop overlooking the city below, with the sun setting across the skyscrapers, painting them in soft shades of lavender and baby blue just as the sun was sinking.

The city below you was alive, it was Friday night after all. Horns honked on the roadways below, everyone rushing around to meet up with friends or get home to watch the newest episode of their favorite show.

The best view was the one sitting across from you- Keigo. Leaning back in his chair, he seemed completely unbothered by the looks the two of you were getting.

It wasn't hard to see why he was the best sight around. His blonde curls were soft and smoothed out of his face, just a stray curl falling out of place to lay on his forehead.

His hair was longer than usual, but you didn't seem to mind. You preferred to run your fingers through the feathery pieces when they were longer, as it gave you a way to draw him close to you.

Keigo's skin was clear and ever so slightly dewy from the heat of the night, the bastard. Paired with his golden gaze and dark, thick lashes, he was glowing.

The part that seemed to have you bewitched was the white button-down covering his torso. It was a plain, white dress shirt, yes, but Keigo made it look like it should have been on a runway.

The sleeves were rolled up neatly to his elbows, showing off his strong and thick forearms. To fancy up his outfit, he even wore his newest watch, the silver glinting with the rays of the sun.

As if that wasn't enough, a few bands of silver covered his fingers, the rings enhancing the length and thickness of the digits, which you had to keep steering your mind away from.

Keigo seemed to be on a roll trying to distract you because in addition to his arms and hands looking inviting, the top two buttons were undone around his collar. His defined clavicle poked through, the necklace with your initial hanging around his neck making your heart flutter every time you looked at it.

To top it all off, well-fitting black slacks and dress shoes pulled the whole look together. And he had the audacity to sit across from you and not even realize he was a heaven-sent angel.

"Hey love," his voice rips you out of your trance, "I'm thinking I either want the grilled chicken salad or the pork shogayaki. What do you think?"

His eyes flash up to meet yours innocently, his golden gaze genuine as he gauged your reaction. He gets distracted looking at you though.

There you are, looking shy and uncomfortable, yet breathtakingly beautiful. Your hair was pinned up on your head, leaving your neck accessible to the air to stay cool.

Small bits and pieces of jewelry donned your ears, wrists, and neck, but nothing too flashy. Even though Keigo promised to take you to the fanciest place in Japan, you didn't feel like standing out.

A black dress was your first choice, the cut tight around your waist but flowed out around your hips, the fabric perfect for getting twirled around the dance floor.

Keigo's favorite part about your look? The deep burgundy lipstick that glimmered almost too much on your lips. They just looked so kissable, so bite-able, that he was completely distracted from ordering.

You look back at your husband, giving him an uncertain smile before mumbling, "Oh, that all sounds lovely, but..." You trail off as another set of waiters hustle by, and you scooch toward Keigo to avoid them.

His hand immediately comes up to rest on the back of your chair, his gaze following the wait staff to ensure none of them touched you by accident.

When the coast is clear and he turns back to you, your face still holds a hint of nervousness. He smiles at you softly and asks, "Spit it out, love."

You close your eyes and huff before picking up his golden gaze and murmuring, "I kind of just want to go home."

Before he can say anything, you wave your hands in front of you and protest, "And it's not because dinner isn't going to be good or I don't enjoy the view, or that I don't appreciate you bringing me to this really fancy-" "Y/n/n," he cuts you off.

He gives you a wide and cheeky grin as he replies, "Doll, I was waiting to see how long it took you to break." Your mouth falls open in shock as you playfully swat at him, but he chuckles and catches your failed attempt.

Instead, he clasps your wrist and hauls you to your feet, walking you around the tables to the edge of the restaurant. His wings poof out behind him, and he releases your hand to step up onto the edge of the roof.

Then, Keigo turns around to face you, well aware of the gazes of everyone around you glued to his spectacle. He grins wickedly before offering you his hand and stating, "My lady?"

You roll your eyes as you take his hand, and just like that, you are whisked off into the sunset. You can't help the laugh that falls from your lips as he wraps his arms around you, the wind tugging at your clothes and hair.

Keigo tries flying as smoothly as he can to get you home comfortably, but he also enjoys the time he can have you wrapped up in his arms without a care in the world.

The second you land on your specialized balcony after your short flight, he sets you down gently, wrapping his arms around your waist. Keigo gazes down at you softly and whispers, "I don't care if we go out to the fanciest place to eat or stay in and order KFC. I just want to see you smile and be happy."

Your hands come up to play with the hair at the base of his neck as you whisper back, "I am happy." He smiles at you gently, leaning in to kiss you before he freezes.

His sharp gaze manages to see a smudge of lipstick at the edge of your bottom lip. Must have bumped something on the flight home.

You pout as he pulls away from you, and it takes everything in him to not lean down and smash his lips against yours at the plushness of your lips. Keigo just chuckles and says, "Hold on baby, let me fix this for you."

Your body stills as one of his hands comes up to cup your cheek gently, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip to clear off the small red stain. Just before he can completely pull his hand away, you ever so slightly lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his finger, painting it red.

You can feel his body pause against yours, and you giggle at the red suddenly dusting Keigo's cheeks. "Good to know I still have that effect on you after all these years," you joke, tightening your grip on his hair.

"Oh love, you have that effect on me every day. And in this dress?" He whistles at the end of his sentence, his gaze flickering up and down to take in your appearance. Keigo's words are flirty, yes, but his eyes are full of love as he leans into you, gently nuzzling your nose against his own.

"Keigo Takami, are you just trying to get in my pants?"

"Y/n Takami, are you always this enchanting?"

"C'mon bird brain, show me how you'd like to clean up this lipstick."

"I can think of a few different positions~"

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samwinchesterswifu · 2 months

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Hammer of the Gods (Gabriel x Reader) Blurb

Requested: No

Season 5 x Episode 19

Warnings: Just a small moment showing the quiet relationship between the reader and Gabriel.

MINORS DNI

A/N: I just finished this episode and thought it would be a sweet last message blurb for the reader

Word Count: 400

Summary: Gabriel sacrifices himself to save two of his lovers, and the boys, but he doesn't leave without one final message for his favorite.

“So, he wanted you to guard this with your life?” Sam asks, sliding the disk into the cd slot of his laptop.

“Yeah, I don’t know why.” She sighs, looking over the disk cover again confused as all get out.

But as the opening credits of Casa Erotica 13 plays, her and the brothers watch as Gabriel opens the door in the film. She lets out a giggle after realizing what was happening. The woman portrayed in the film was the character she played whenever they fooled around.

“What the hell is going on,” Sam says completely flabbergasted at the scene in front him.

Then, Gabriel stops, and turns towards the screen.

“Sam. Dean. Prrrrincess.” The boys give her a puzzled look as a deep blush forms on her cheeks.

“You’re probably wondering what the hell is going on,” Gabriel snickers.

“If you’re watching this, that means I’m dead.” A small gasp left her lips even though she knew deep down that was probably the case.

“Without me, you’ve got zero shot at killing Lucifer, sorry.” Gabriel continues on.

“But, you can trap him.”

“The cage you sprung Lucifer from its still down there fellas.”

“And just maybe, you can shove his ass back in,” Gabriel smirks at the thought.

Gabriel continues on with details of a possible plan for the three of them. Looking at each with puzzled thought not even realizing this was an option for them.

“Can’t say I’m betting on you boys, but uh, hey I’ve been wrong before.”

She lets out a small pout.

“I’ve always count on you princess, don’t worry bout that.” Gabe blows a kiss to the screen.

The boys again take a look at her, unaware of the history between her and Gabriel.

“Oh and uh Dean, and I’m looking at you Sam, keep your paws off my girl yeah? I know that I’m dead and all, and she can do whatever she pleases, but unless she approaches you first, back off.”

Then Gabriel turns back to the woman on screen, Sam getting disgusted and shutting down the laptop.

“So uh, you and Gabriel?” Dean asks, smirking and scratching the back of his neck.

“It was a few…times, when you boys weren’t looking.” She says choking slightly at the awkwardness in her voice.

“Huh,” Sam says getting a pondered look on his face.

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Reservations and Redemption

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: Jack and Zoey’s first date.

From the very beginning of the night Zoey was reminded that this wasn’t some regular degular dinner date. There was a car ready to pick her up from her hotel right at 8pm like Jack said, and he’d be meeting her at the restaurant. A burly looking security guard awaited her when she arrived, walked her in through the back entrance and up the stairs to a private table next to a massive glass window, overlooking the city.

He was already sitting at the table waiting for her, wearing a brown short sleeve button down with white stripes on the collar and these adorable little glasses. His bright blue eyes shined brighter the moment she came into view.

“Thank you Mike.” Jack nods to the security guard, standing up to pull out the chair across from him. “Hi Zoey, you look amazing.”

The heat she felt on her cheeks made her want to melt into the floor. “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.” She responds, getting a slight chuckle out of him. “When I saw the security guard out there I definitely thought I would be meeting someone up here to sign an NDA before I got to you.”

“I usually save those for the second or third date.” He jokes. A waiter arrives soon after and brings them water as they look over the menu and make small talk. “Wait a minute, you work for David Tutera? My mom used to watch ‘My Fair Wedding’ and I’m not even gonna lie, I tuned in for a couple episodes. Those venues were all decked out and sexy. Definitely got me excited for my own wedding.”

“Yeah mine did too!” She smiled. “And it’s crazy to think about because I used to watch and hope that someday he’d plan my wedding if I had the money. Now that I’m here it’s a definite possibility.”

The rapper was getting more nervous by the minute. Zoey was gorgeous and successful and funny and honest. She was exciting and scary at the same time and he desperately needed some food in his system to push down the kaleidoscope of butterflies in his stomach.

“So…how’d you meet Normani? I saw that you two have been friends for a while now.”

The woman across from him takes a sip of her water. “Yeah we met at X-factor auditions when we were teens, immediately hit it off and have been inseparable since then.”

“You can sing?” His ears perk up. “Imma definitely keep that in mind for later. Have you sing me a lullaby or something to go to sleep one day.”

“I only sing for fun now, I’ve got a job I love and definitely enjoy and value my privacy even more being around Nor. Having to see the shit she deals with on a regular basis just makes me that much more grateful for the life I have.” She pauses as they both thank the waiter when their food comes out. “My job allows me to meet and interact with all of these amazing people, but the entire world doesn’t need to know my business.”

Jack sighs, nodding his head. “Privacy…my most prized possession. Not really something I considered when I started doing this but now that I’m here, I’m realizing how important it really is to separate your public persona from your personal life. Glad I get to escape to Louisville though and be home. I’d probably be the worst person in the world if I lived here full-time.” He explains.

“Yeah the little glimpse I saw of LA Jack a few days ago was enough. This version of you is so much better.”

His lips pulled into a grin and he let out a laugh. The mop of curls on top of his head shook slightly and she wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked. “You’re gonna make me apologize for that for the rest of my life aren’t you?”

“Oh absolutely.” She responded, watching him roll his eyes playfully.

After dinner was over and he paid, the man looked over at her, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I’m not ready for this date to end.”

“So this is a date? I thought this was an apology.” She teased.

“Can’t it be both? Either way, I don’t want this night to end yet.”

Zoey met his eyes and looked away immediately, staring out the window. “What did you have in mind?”

“Now that’s a surprise.” He winked, standing up to grab her hand which she happily accepted.

Mike escorted them down the same secret path she’d taken earlier. There was a different car waiting for them in the empty parking garage and the two hopped in the backseat. Within minutes they had arrived at their destination. The car pulled around to the side of the building and into another secluded parking lot. He was going to great lengths to make sure no one saw them and she appreciated that. Another muscled man joined Mike and the two led the way into a massive private theater room.

There were drinks in the corner, popcorn and blankets and the ceiling was decked out with constellations. Zoey almost had to physically pick her jaw up from the floor.

“You did all this?” She whispers, her voice incapable of upping the volume.

“I did.” He whispers back. “Let’s go sit.”

Of course he’d done his research and picked out ‘Crazy Rich Asians’ for them to watch. It was essentially the perfect romantic movie. The drama, the cute couple, the wedding scene? It was probably one of the most visually pleasing films she’d ever seen and that’s why she loved it so much. Halfway through the movie she was covered by this soft, fuzzy blanket wrapped in the arms of a six-time Grammy nominated artist silently wondering how the hell this even happened.

She could hear him softly humming along to “Can’t Help Falling in Love” making small circles on her shoulder. Zoey looked up at him, biting her lip. Jack took his other hand and ran it gently across her cheek with his thumb, taking a deep breath. Their faces were so close already that he could smell the sweet vanilla fragrance she used. He leaned in a little more but hesitated as soon as their lips touched because if he was already this far gone, the kiss would probably send him over the edge. Fuck it.

They started slow, small tender pecks that became a delicate tongue filled dance, leaving their bodies humming with excitement. His large hand cupped her face and she rested hers around his forearm, desperate for more physical contact. They were both surprised his glasses didn’t fall off. She was so warm to the touch that it almost felt familiar, like he’d been wandering around the world alone for a while and was finally back home. After what felt like an eternity, they broke apart, breathy giggles filling the room as he rested a hand on her hip and their eyes were back on the movie. Their minds were very much elsewhere.

Before she knew it the movie was over and the night had to end. She regretfully took his hand and stood up from her seat when Mike turned on the lights.

“We should do this again.” Jack said, his eyes looking a little sleepy even though his pulse was still racing. “Text me when you get back to your hotel so I know you’re good?”

She nodded and welcomed the innocent kiss he placed on her temple. He walked her all the way out the door without letting go of her hand and kissed her knuckles before she got in the car. That was one hell of an apology she thought to herself when the door closed.

Jack watched sadly as the car pulled out of the small parking lot. There was a small laugh behind him. “What could possibly be funny right now man?” He asked, looking butthurt.

Mike shook his head, “nothing J, you’re just sprung and it’s nice to see. You know Urban’s gonna be on your ass about it though right?”

“He already has been.” He says with a scoff, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “I don’t know what the hell imma do Mike. I like her but you know I’m not a relationship guy.”

The car they’re taking back to the hotel comes into view. “Slow your roll Romeo, nobody said you were getting married tomorrow. Just take it one day at a time. We’ll head home in the morning, you'll figure yourself out and maybe make plans to see her again.” The security guard pauses, opening Jack’s door. “You do want to see her again, don’t you?”

“As soon as humanly possible.”

Is there anything above cloud 9? Because that’s how Zoey felt walking in the door.

“Come here right now and tell me everything.” Her friend didn’t even let her take two steps before hounding her about her night. “Was he nice? A gentleman? What did you guys do? Where did you go? Was the food good? Did you kiss? How—”

“Mani, breathe.” Zoey tells her, sitting next to her on the couch. “Yes he was nice. Very much a gentleman, we had dinner at 71Above and then went to this cozy little movie theater and it was just us in the room. We kissed and the food was great. Any other questions, your honor?”

Mani nods her head slowly, taking everything in while her best friend looks on in annoyance. “Anything you want to share with the class, Miss Hamilton?”

“No it’s just that DK and I knew that you two would hit it off and we can’t wait to double date.”

“Who says I’m going to date him? He’s a rapper who lives in Kentucky full time and probably has a revolving door of women that he entertains. I’m not an idiot, I don’t want to set myself up to get my feelings hurt by thinking I’m special.”

The singer raises her eyebrows at her friend’s assessment on the dilemma at hand. “But you have a little crush on him, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t. I had a good night but it was probably a one time thing.” Zoey assures her.

“Sure Zozo. Whatever you say…”

“I’m serious! Sorry about your double date fantasy but, it’s just not like that between us. I most likely won’t even see him again unless you or D have another party. And I do not have a crush on Jack Harlow.”

She definitely had a crush on Jack Harlow. And she was counting down the seconds until she got to see him again.

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