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A Good Wife (Part 2)

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Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Aegon ii Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

(Daemon and Laenas daughter)

Warnings- angst, mentions of Aemonds past cheating, 69, y/n gives Aemond a taste of pain, Aegons voice, Aegon is ooc big time

Part 2 of A Good Wife

part 3

Italics=Flashback

After you left, Aemond couldn't sleep, there was so much guilt weighing on him. He thought about everything he did wrong and everything he could have said to make it better. Why was it so hard? Why was it so hard to say he loves you?

When the sun came up he decided it would be his off day, a day to spend with his sons and think about how he was going to talk to you. He got ready, not bothering to wear his patch. He walked into this sons' room and saw Aerys, already awake and squirming in the bed.

"Hello my little prince." He says and grabs his son from the crib. Aerys giggles and places his hands on his fathers face. The jewel in the place of Aemonds eye had always intrigued the toddler, never scared him. Aerys then looked up at his baby and put on a goofy smile. He remembered when you told him what that means. It means the baby found something funny or they have soiled their pants. Aemond felt has arm grow warm and he groaned. He laid Aerys back down and took the tunic off of him, the cloth that covered Aerys beneath was clearly no longer able to use. Aemond scrunched his face and slid the cloth off.

"Father?" Rhaegar asked and he rubbed his eyes.

"Morning." Said Aemond has he cleaned Viserys.

"Where is momma?" Aemond turned to his first son.

"Your mother deserves some time to herself so im taking the whole day to spend it with you two."

"Really?"

"Yes my little dragon." Aemond helped Rhaegar get ready and grabbed Aerys. He stepped outside the room, he turned a corner and almost knocked someone down. He expected it to be a servant but it was you. "My lo-."

"Oh my little dragons, did your father wake you." You cooed at your sons, completely cutting Aemond off. Rhaegar wrapped his arms around you thighs and Aerys reached out for you.

"Yes but he said he's taken the day off for us." Rhaegar looked up with his violet eyes.

"Oh has he." You look up and him. Aemond takes you in, you're wearing the nightdress from the previous night, you looked relaxed and your hair was frizzy and slightly sticking out.

"Yes im going to take them around the Keep, let you relax." He squinted his eye slightly.

"Hmm." You kissed Aerys’ cheek making the baby giggle. "Rhaenerya wants us all in the dinning hall for breakfast."

"Would you like to walk together?" He asks and waits for an answer. You pass Aerys back to him and lean down to kiss Rhaegars head.

"No, but I'll see you three there, I need to make myself decent."

"You always look decent."

"I still need to get ready." You say and scratch your neck, your hand pushing hair out of the way. Letting Aemond see the red, purple forming mark. His fist tightened and so did his jaw. You watched him tense up completely. "I'll see you." You walked past him and to your room.

Your sobs were getting louder and louder. Your throat was raw and eyes were blurry. You were hurt, even more hurt when he didn't go after you.

You reached the hall where your father, Daemon, slept along with his Queen wife, Rhaenyra. The Queensgaurd saw you coming and immediately stepped in your path.

"No one is to disturb the queen at this hour princess."

"N-No im here for my f-father, p-please let me t-talk to him." You wiped your face and the snot that was running down.

"No." He says and your about to try and reason with him but the door opened revealing Daemon.

"What in the seven hells is happening?" He pushed by some of the guards until he saw you. "Y/n?" He took in your state and immediately grabbed your face. "What happened? Are you alright?Where's Aemond? The boys?" He bombarded you with questions but you just closed you eyes and pushed your body against his and wrapped your arms around his torso.

"Aemonds been unfaithful." You say and Daemon wraps his arms around you.

"Whats going on?" You hear Rhaenyra say and you look over your father's shoulder. "Oh Y/n, Daemon bring her in." She steps out the way and Daemon pulls away before wrapping an arm around your shoulder to lead you into the large room. Rhaenyra cleared a chair and you sat down in it.

"How many do I need to kill?" Daemon says and grabbed the Dark Sister sword, Rhaenyra slapped her husband softly on his side.

"I don't know how many whores he's fucked, but the one I want dead isn't in KingsLanding."

"What is her name?" You look up at him and shake your head.

"Are you going to kill her?" Daemon laughs and grabs your hand.

"Daughter, you know me better than that, and if you want her dead who am I to deny you?"

"The one I truly want dead is my husband."

"I will gladly take his life as well." You looked at him and raised your eyebrow.

"I don't want him dead, I love him, even if he doesn't love me." You say sadly and Rhaenyra rubs your back. "I want him to hurt."

"What do you need?" Asks Rhaenyra and you look at him.

"I just ask for no judgement or interference."

"Of course not."

"Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning." You kissed Rhaenyras cheek then stood up and did the same to Daemon. You said you goodnights and you walked out the door.

You strolled down the halls, trying to find someone to devise your... plan. All the walking around the keep was tiring, you needed sleep. Especially after everything you've gone through. You on your way to the hall where guests usually stay when you heard clanging. You walked around the corner to see Aegon. Drunk. Vulnerable. Clumsy. Most likely coming back from a brothel. Ever since getting his annulment from Helaena granted, the prince is now free to do what he wants.

Perfect.

"Aegon, dear cousin do you need assistance?" Your older cousin turned around to see you.

"Oh cousin, what are you doing out here?" He chuckled deeply and tried to lean against the walk hut stumbled. "Your husband not satisfying you?"

"No." You say and that shocks him.

"No? Well I assure you if you opens the night with me, you will surely be, satisfied." With every word Aegon took a step forward towards you. You seemed to give it a thought and Aegon expected you to turn him down(as you always do).

"Take me to bed then." You say and grab his hand and try to tug him but he pulls you back.

"Are you serious?" You places your hands on his chest and push your face close to his.

"My husband has been unfaithful to me, fucking around and having fun, while I have to stay behind take care of our children, and uphold an appearance. I deserve some fun to." With your words you pushed your lips against his. They were soft and tasted like wine.

He turned you around and pushed you against the wall, never breaking the kiss. He reached down and grabbed your ass through the thin material of the dress. He then bent his knees and pulls you up to signal to jump up. He pushed his crotch against yours letting you feel his growing hard on.

Aegon was sobering up as the moment went on. He slowly started walking away in the direction of his chambers. You realized it would be faster if you both just walked, so you hopped down. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you along with him.

He practically kicked his door open when he got there. He started kissing down your neck and you unbuckled the hood he had on. Aegon sat down and started taking his boots off while you went back to the door and made sure it was closed and locked. You turned back to see him taking his shirt off, to say you did gawk at his bare chest and stomach is an understatement.

"Who would have known the whorish prince looked like this under his clothes?" You say and place two fingers under his chin and tilted his head up, making him look up at you with his purple eyes. His hands started to come up to your waist and just as he was about to set them on you, you shoved him back on the bed. You then climbed on top of him and sat down.

"Aemonds going to kill me." Mumbled Aegon and you placed your hands on his chest before starting to grind on him. "Aemonds going to kill me." He was now completely sober, aware of everything. He tried to scramble away from you but you grabbed his arms and pinned him down.

"He's not going to kill you, I'll make sure of it." He stopped struggling and looked you in the eyes. Then watched you sit back and grab the fabric of your dress. You pulled it up and over your head. Aegons eyes almost popped out of his head as he watched your breasts move up and down.

He's not sure what came over him. He suddenly flipped you over so you were on your back. He fumbled with his pants before tearing them off.

His cock popped out, it was leaking precum already. He was long and thick, but not longer than your husband.

Aegon grabbed your leg and brought it up to his hip before grabbed his cock and jerking his wrist. He brought the tip to pass between your folds but before he could push in you stopped him.

"I will not be treated like on of your whores. Lay down." You instruct hum and Aegon looks at you in confusion. When he sees you are serious he draws back before climbing in the bed next to you. You went onto your knees on the bed and shuffled over his body. Your cunt just above his mouth.

At this point Aegon knew what was going to happen. His tongue pushed its way out of his mouth, waiting. You rested your hands on his stomach and sat back on his face. You instantly felt his tongue protrude through your folds.

"Ooo." Your mouth slacked as Aegons tongue swirled around. He grabbed your hips and held you down tighter against him. Your eyes wondered to his lower body, his cock would jump ever so often. You reached out and grabbed the base. Aegon lifted his hips into the air at the feeling of your cold hand. You started moving your hand up and down his shaft, brushing your thumb over the head.

"Fuck." He said into your cunt. He then shook his head, pushing his nose right in. You leaned forward, resting your chest on his stomach. You wrapped your lips around the tip then engulfed the whole thing. You gagged as the tip hit the back of your throat but you didn't pull back. Aegon pulled his face away and smacked your ass. "Taking my cock already." You hummed and pushed yourself back down on his face. He opened his mouth widely and grabbed your thighs.

You started playing around with his balls. Aegon immediately tensed his stomach and pushed his hips up, forcing his cock farther down your throat. You gagged loudly, tears running down your face along with saliva running down Aegons cock.

He lifted his legs and his feet firm on the bed. He closed his thigh against your head and when you tried to pull back he started thrusting roughly into your mouth. The obscene noises coming from you was music to Aegons ears. It spurred him on to go faster.

A knot in your belly started forming. You started grinding back on his face, practically riding it. He opened his mouth wider and slipped his tongue inside your hole. You smacked a hand on his thigh and the other hit the bed. You moaned around his cock as you came, rolling your hips around.

Aegon drank all of the juices that flooded his mouth. You kept grinding down on his face, he felt himself get lightheaded. He sloppily thrusted in to your mouth until he came, hard. Spurts of his cum filled your mouth and you swallowed all of it. Aegon patted your thigh roughly and you moved off, he took in a big breath.

"Not the worse way to go out." He says and you pull yourself off his cock.

"I underestimated your skills to make a woman finish." You leaned back on your hands and Aegon shuffled over to rest against the headboard. You go to stand up but he grabs your hand.

"Stay." You look at him in disbelief.

"Since when did you ask a woman to stay?" You ask and sit back on the bed. He lets out a chuckle and wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you towards him.

"You did say you underestimated me." You smiled and settled in next to him. He caressed your waist with his thumb and you slowly gained confidence to lay your head on his shoulder.

"Aegon." You say.

"Hmm?"

"Did you know about Aemond?" You ask him and he shifted.

"I did, I saw him a few times in the brothels." He confesses and your heart clenches. "And I followed him to Harrenhall one time."

"Why didn't you tell me?" You lifted your head up and look at him with glossy eyes.

"I like seeing you smile." He says and you let put a breath. "Im not sure what's wrong with my little brother, he was the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros and this is what he does."

You couldn't help but let out a smile.

When you woke up you were cuddled up into Aegon. The sun was shining through the curtains, flashing you. You brought your hand up to his bare stomach and dragged and traced your fingers along the muscles. You then slowly lifted your self up and stretched. Aegon shifted and opened an eye.

"Leaving already?" He asks and grabs your hand and places a kiss on it.

"Yes, I must tend to my sons." You say and grabbed your nightgown. You look back at him to see him watching you. "I'll see you again, don't worry." You lean down and kiss him on the lips.

You thought about the previous night as you walked through the halls. Part of you felt guilty but the other part of you felt relieved in a way. But when you bumped into Aemond, you couldn’t help but feel conflicted if you should tell him right then and there.

So, you gave him an idea of what had happened. You pushed your hair to the side and watched him immediately dart his eyes to the mark. The mark his brother made.

Everyone was already seated in the dining hall, minus Aegon but that was to be expected. The kids has their own table but Aerys sat with his father.

You went down the steps and your father opened a chair for you but you took a seat next to Aemond. He turned his head to you and reached out for your hand but you pulled away. You reached for Aerys and plucked him out of the lap of Aemond. The baby immediately grabbed the top hem of your dress and tugged on it.

“Y/n can we please talk?” Aemond leans over to you but you continue looking away. “I know that I was unfaithful, but I promise you my love it will stop. I will dedicate my self to our family.” You shifted in your seat.

“Can we please not talk about this right now.” You whispered, Aemond drew back.

“Will you at least tell me you were safe last night?”

“I was.” The next question Aemond wanted to ask was not appropriate for the setting but he needed to know.

“Were you with anybody?”

“Nephew, why don’t you leave your wife alone, she clearly doesn’t want to speak to you.” Says Daemon from across the table. Aemond glared at his uncle before looking away.

“My apologies.” He whispered to you but you don’t look at him. Breakfast was quiet, you had loosened down your dress slightly so you could take your breast out for Aerys to latch onto. When he finished your handmaid took him away so you could finish eating in peace.

As you were finishing your bread the doors opened, Aegon walked through them. He looked clean?

“Aegon, how nice of you to join us?” Asks Rhaenerya but she was just as confused as everyone else.

“I just wanted to spend some time with my family is all.” He walks to the table, to your side. There was an open chair next to you and you instantly knew where he was going. He pulled the chair out a plopped right down next to you. He grabbed a plate and started serving himself some eggs and sausage before leaning over to you. “I truly hope you come by my chambers again.”

Aemond couldn’t help but glare at his brother. But he also couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t move away from him like you usually do. It made him tighten his hand around his fork.

Aegon leaned back in his chair and slowly his hand rested on the back of your chair. The look Aemond gave him was enough for Aegon to know to back off, but he wanted to know how fat he could take it.

“Get your hand off my wife’s chair.” Warned Aemond and all eyes went to him.

“I think your wife would enjoy my hands all over her, just as she did last night.” Aemond slammed his hands on the table and kicked the chair back. He took his dagger out from god knows where and held it to his brother.

“Get the children out.” Orders Rhaenerya and the maids rush the children out and into the hall. Aemond takes long strides to his brother and holds the blade to his neck.

“You forced yourself upon my wife? Give me a reason I shouldn’t slit your throat now.” He says and pushes the blade harsher against Aegon.

“Forced? Your wife came to me.” Aegon says and Aemond breathes out a shaky breath before looking at you. Tears were running down your cheeks and you refused to look at him. Aegon took the opportunity and pushed his chair back against his brother giving him enough time to make a run for it. But Aemond was too quick and tackled him into the hard ground. Everyone gasped and Rhaenerya yelled orders to separate her brothers.

Aemond dragged Aegon across the floor and punched him in the face. You ran to them and grabbed Aemonds shoulder.

“Aemond stop it.” You tried to pull him off but he pushed you back making you stumble. Daemon walked over and roughly grabbed his nephew’s arm and pulled it hard towards him. Aemond stumbled and fell on his ass, he ripped his arm away from Daemon. Aegon scrambled to his feet and held his jaw. Aemond tried to go after his brother again but this time you stepped in front of him and placed a hand on his chest. “Don’t.”

“Brother you truly fucked up, you have the most beautiful girl in Westeros, she gave you two children and you decide to fuck whores and take a mistress.” Aemond tensed his jaw, knowing he was right. Aemond looked down at you and swallowed.

“Hmm.” He let out and walked away. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath.

“Aegon-.” You started but he held his hand up and waved you off.

“Don’t worry about me, go to your husband.” He says and winces before walking past you and back to his spot at the table. You ran out of the hall and expected to see Aemond down the hall but it was empty already.

You ran to your chambers and burst through the door.

“Aemond?” You look around the large room and you were about to check the bathroom when he spoke.

“Outside.” You walked out onto the balcony and see him leaning against the railing. “Im sorry for what I have done.”

“The adultery or fighting your brother?” You ask and take your place next to him.

“All of it.” Aemond turned to you grabbed your hand. “I have clearly not been the best husband, or father.” You looked down at the ground. Aemond then slowly dropped down onto one knee. “I am going to make this promise to you. I will stop going to brothels. I will cut ties with Alys. I will dedicate my love to you and our sons, because my love you do not deserve the pain I have caused you, and I know understand the pain you are going through.” He places his free hand on his heart. “And im sorry that it was so hard for me to say that I love you.”

Tears streamed down your face and you tugged Aemond up to his feet and placed a hand on his cheek.

“Oh Aemond, I love you too. You get one more chance and don’t think for a second im just going to fall at your feet instantly, you need to work for it.” You tell him and he nods. “And I want to take Aegon as a lover.” Aemond looks down and bites his lips.

“Tis only fair.” He sighs and rests his forehead against yours. “Enough of that. May I kiss you?” You nod immediately and Aemond wasted no time to press his lips against yours.

A/n- sorry for any errors

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bree-cheesy · 1 year

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His Favorite Girl 3

Eddie Munson! x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: Some people asked for a part 3 so here ya go. This is probably the last part, but who knows. Might make a small little blurb about the reader and Eddie in the future. Don't get your hopes up, though. Hope you guys like it and stuff. The usual.

Credit to @vera-kozhemiakina for the gif!

Warnings: 18+ Like usual. Minors you know the drill, fuck off. Lots of angst and super fluffy at the end. Fluffy smut near the end. It's not rough and as fast paced at usual. (kissing, grinding, neck kisses, nipple play, eddie kisses and licks your bruises, thigh worship, oral (f receiving) reader pulls on eddie's hair, fingering, 2 reader orgasms, happy trail worship, eddie being the most gentle man alive, hand job, pure body worship, gentle p in v sex (unprotected), love making, cuddling), Jason being an abusive peace of shit, reader being ABUSED, reader has shitty parents. Think that's it.

Word Count: 3059

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Being in a relationship is a lot of work. Having to make sure you’re both happy and being worried that one is mad at you because of something. Eddie wasn’t good at it. It felt like he was constantly screwing up with you. Ever since you graduated and he showed up late to your ceremony, missing you walk across the stage, it’s like you were in a constant state of anger with him. He tried so hard to make you happy, but just when it felt like you were, something would happen and you’d be angry with him again.

Eddie was in his trailer getting ready for a deal. It was for Chrissy Cunningham. He was thinking of you, he always was, but when Chrissy got to the trailer, all thoughts of you left his mind. Something about her made his worries about you go away. He felt peace for the first time in almost a year.

You were sitting in a fancy restaurant waiting for Eddie, all dressed up and excited. It was your one year with Eddie and you’ve been waiting for this date for weeks. Ever since Eddie promised he’d take you out and spoil you, you’ve been trying to be better with him. You did realize you’ve been a bit… impatient with him lately and you wanted to do better. Almost an hour went by and you kept checking the time. Eddie was supposed to be here by now. Your waitress kept coming by and asking if you were ready and after the 6th time and another hour went by, you lost all hope. You just shook your head and asked for the check to pay for your glass of wine. When you left your heart ached. Why did you hold out hope? You knew Eddie had a deal, but he promised over and over that he’d make it go by quickly.

When Chrissy finally left, Eddie walked off to his room, high and with a smile on his face. He looked at his bed and froze. His heart stopped and his eyes went wide. His suit. It was laid out on the bed, waiting for him to change into. He looked at the time and panicked. He was supposed to meet you hours ago. He ran to his phone on the wall and called you. He heard the phone pick up and your weak voice answered.

“Hello?” His face fell. You sounded like you had been crying. He could only imagine what you felt. Heartbreak, anger. Probably every negative emotion he could think of.

“Princess, I’m so sorry! T-The deal…. I got distracted and-”

“Don’t.” You stopped him and he went quiet. You were done. He had done things like this one too many times and you were done. His constant excuses. “Who was the deal for?”

“Chrissy Cunningham…” His voice was small and quiet.

You squeezed your eyes shut and your lip quivered. Chrissy was Hawkin’s golden girl. Every guy was under her spell and she used it to her advantage. Now she was getting to Eddie. Two hours she was with him. Probably played dumb and acted like she didn’t know how to smoke, even though you’ve seen her at enough parties smoking weed and snorting various powders. You sighed and blinked away tears.

“You promised, Eddie. You promised you’d be there. That you’d spoil me with the money from that deal since it was a big one. How much did you even get from it?” Your voice was like venom in his ear.

“I-I didn’t charge her…” Eddie pressed his forehead against the wall in front of him and pressed his lips together in a tight line.

You scoffed and couldn’t stop the tears. “Unbelievable. Fuck you, Eddie. We’re done.” You slammed the phone down and fell on your bed, sobbing. Heavy heaves rocked your stomach and tears wouldn’t stop.

Eddie slid down the wall and sat there. He lost you. The one person he cared about the most was gone. What was he supposed to do? Nothing he would say would get you back. He fell under the golden girl’s spell. He knew she was lying when she asked him to teach her since she didn’t know how to smoke it right. He knew she was, but for some reason he still helped her. The trailer door opened and he glanced over. Wayne walked in and looked down at him.

“What happened? Thought you were out.” Wayne shoved his hands in his pockets. Eddie shook his head and felt the tears start.

“I fucked up real bad, Wayne.” Wayne grunted as he sat down next to him on the floor. “It’s our one year. I was supposed to spoil her and treat her like a queen.”

“Well, why didn’t you?” Wayne looked at him and Eddie hung his head low.

“I had a deal. I-I don’t even know what happened, but she ended up staying for 2 hours and I completely forgot about the date. S-She said we were done.” Eddie pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, suddenly needing to calm down. He lit it and leaned his head back against the wall.

A week went by. You were at your job at the grocery store. You were broken. Eddie was the only person that made you happy and now that was gone. You regretted everything. You regretted not talking to him because you knew the effect Chrissy had on men.

You looked up when someone walked up to your register. Speak of the devil. Chrissy was smirking at you, holding a box of condoms. She held them out for you and you scanned them without a word. “$8.53.” Your voice was monotone and quiet.

“How’s Eddie doing? Haven’t seen him in a week or so.” She pulled some cash out of her little purse hanging over her shoulder. “Thinking of going to visit him today. Smoked through my stash pretty quickly.” She handed out the money with a grin on her face.

You took it and gave her the change, roughly handing her the condom box. “Have a good day, thank you for shopping at Mark’s.” You blew through the thing you were forced to say every time a customer was finished checking out. She frowned.

“Not gonna answer my question?” She fake pouted. “Or did something happen between you two?”

“Have a good day.” You spat out and waved at the next customer in line. Chrissy rolled her eyes and walked off. After work you pulled into your parent’s driveway and walked inside. Your parents looked at you from the couch with a smile. They were sitting with the Carvers. Jason sat between his parents, grinning at you. Ever since you told your parents you broke up with Eddie, they were over the moon. Jason took every chance to talk to you and they were trying to set you up with each other.

“How was work, honey?” Your mom chirped and stood up.

You shrugged. “It was fine.” You looked between all the people sitting in your living room.

Ever since that night you were forced to be with Jason. Your parents guilt tripped you into it, saying it was good for the family, that their reputation counted on it. Jason had the reputation of being a horrible boyfriend. You had seen the many girls beaten down from it all throughout highschool. Some even moved away because of how much he had broken them.

It was months of torture. Forced to be with a man you even like, let alone love, was torture. Jason was the worst person you’d ever met. If you didn’t make him happy, it would result in another bruise. You were broken down and weak. Jason had made you a shell of yourself. Made you compliant and submissive to his every word. Your body hurt constantly. He forced you to do so many things. Unspeakable things. He hurt you in public. Yelled at you in stores while everyone just stood there and watched.

You missed him. Eddie was the light of your life and the only thing that kept you going the last few months were thoughts of him. The way he was gentle and loving with you. The way he’d comfort you and make you feel the most important girl in the world. You regretted breaking up with him. You regretted everything. Eddie was in the grocery store one day. He was picking up a few things for Wayne. He knew about your “relationship” with Jason and he was ruined for the first few weeks. You were no longer his. Gone forever. He heard yelling and looked over to where the ruckus was.

“You’re useless! I ask you to do one thing and you fuck that up too!” It was Jason. He was screaming at you. Eddie dropped the bag of chips he was holding. You looked so scared. So small like you were nothing. Eddie watched Jason slap you hard and push you to the ground before storming off. You whimpered and stayed on the ground, not having the motivation to stand. Eddie rushed over and you flinched, scrambling back at the tall figure running at you.

“Hey, hey, princess, it’s just me…” His voice was soothing and you looked up at his face, a rush of calm going through you. He gently grabbed your hands and helped you up, his hands then going down to your waist on reflex. You flinched a little and wiggled out of his grip. His heart sank. What did Jason do to you?

“Eddie, you have to go… Jason will kill you if he sees you.” Eddie cupped your face and pulled you close.

“What did he do to you, princess?” He looked down at your shaking body. It was bruised and looked weak. He wanted to make everything better. Hold you, comfort you, take you away from him and far away from here. He knew your parents were the ones forcing you to be with him. He wanted to save you.

You shook your head and pulled away from him. “I-I can’t. I’m sorry…” You ran off to find Jason and Eddie just stayed there. Frozen. You were almost his again. You were right there. He touched you.

That night was it. You were leaving Jason and your family. You were done with all of them, only wanting to be with the one person who made you happy. You packed all your things and managed to get out through your window. You started walking. Luckily the place you wanted wasn’t very far from here. Stepping up to the front door of the trailer, knowing it was late and he probably wouldn’t answer. You knocked and shivered softly from the cold Indiana winter air. A few seconds later the door swung open and Eddie was standing there. He was in a sleeveless Iron Maiden shirt and red checkered boxers. His hand was up on the doorframe and the other was holding the door. You looked up at him and your lip quivered.

“Baby?” He let out a breath and grabbed you, pulling you in and holding you close, burying his face in your hair. You started sobbing into his chest and wrapped your arms tight around his neck. He breathed heavily and kept you close, not wanting to ever let you go again. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe now, I promise… I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, I promise.”

You sniffled and pressed your face into his neck, breathing in his scent and melting into him. He gently sat you down on the couch and held your hands in his. You explained everything. You told him all the things Jason did to you and he comforted you through the whole night, just sitting there and listening to you. He didn’t want to scare you so he held you gently and let you just let it all out.

His familiar touch made something brew up inside you. A feeling you had missed. A feeling Jason never caused. Even after everything Jason did, you still craved Eddie’s touch. Anytime you slept with Jason, you always imagined Eddie and that was how you made it through sex with Jason. You pressed into Eddie more and looked up at him. His face softened and his eyebrows knitted together.

“Make it go away, Eddie.” Your voice was soft and pleading. He lifted you gently into his lap and pressed his forehead against yours. His hands went up and down your sides and you squirmed in his lap.

“Are you sure, Princess? I-I don’t want to push you.” He looked into your eyes and you nodded.

“Please, Eddie…” You whined a little and pushed up against him. He leaned forward and pressed his softly against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. He kept the kiss gentle and his touch soft. He didn’t want to go too fast.

He’s been wanting this for months, he was going to savor it and worship you the way you deserved. He laid you down on the couch and kneeled over you, reaching down and pulling your shirt and shorts off. He stared at the fading bruises on your hips and rubs, a frown forming on his face. “I’m so sorry, princess… I’ll make it all better… I promise.” The promises. All the promises he was going to fulfill no matter what. He started to kiss your chest, slowly going down your stomach. He kissed over every bruise, vowing to make you forget about every one of them.

He settled between your legs and gently placed them over your shoulders. He looked up at you while kissing your inner thigh, licking his way up. You shuttered and bit your lip, moaning softly. Your fingers went down and tangled in his hair as he licked a stripe up your slit. “God, your fucking smell… So good, I need it…” His lips attached to your clit and you cried out, gasping and bucking your hips up against his face.

“E-Eddie…!” You moaned and tightened your fingers in his hair. He worshiped every inch of your pussy, wanting the taste cemented in his mind. He shut his eyes and hummed softly into your pussy. He slid 2 fingers in and licked your clit while fingering you. You arched your back and moaned louder, chanting his name as he brought you ever closer to climax. He egged you on and soon you came hard on his tongue with his name on your lips.

He kissed back up your belly and lightly suckled on your nipples. “Mmm…” You bit your lip, smiling as he worshiped every inch of you. He knew your body so well and it was a breath of fresh air to be actually cared for during sex. Your pleasure mattered too, not just the man’s.

He kissed back up to your lips and you wrapped yourself around him. You both sat up and managed to get his clothes off. His hands went to your face and he kissed you again, this one a little more forceful than the past ones. You put your hands on his bare chest and one went down to mess with his happy trail. God you missed that little patch of hair so much. He lifted you up into his lap and you grinded against him, your lips still connected.

“Fuck, princess, I missed you so goddamn, much…” He pulled away just to look at your face. Just to take in your beauty. You blushed a little and looked down at your lap. He leaned in and kissed you again, wrapping his arms tight around your waist. You reached between the both of you and wrapped your hand around his aching cock, lightly pumping it. He groaned into your mouth and let his head fall slack against yours. “Milk me for all I’m worth, baby… I’m all yours…”

You giggled softly and nuzzled your face into his neck, still stroking his cock at a leisurely pace. He held you close and buried his face in your hair. You kissed his shoulder and lightly scratched his back with your other hand. He hissed in pleasure and pulled your hand away. “I need to be inside you, baby… Please?” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

You whimpered and nodded. “Yes, Eddie, please..!” He lifted you up a little and slid you down his cock. You moaned and shut your eyes at the feeling of him filling you up. He gave you a second to get used to him being inside you and then started gently guiding you up and down his cock. You moaned and gripped his shoulders hard, digging your nails into his skin. It was very slow and gentle, but it was exactly what you both needed after months apart. You two would be rough later, right now you needed him to make love to you.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. Never stopped… Couldn’t stop.” He pressed his forehead against yours and moaned softly. You cupped his face and moaned in unison with him.

“I love you, too Eddie…” You clenched around him and moaned louder. “E-Eddie… I’m gonna cum…”

“Do it, baby. Look in my eyes and cum all over my cock.” You cried out at his permission and came hard, squeezing around him and looking deep in brown eyes. He groaned and kept thrusting up into you.

“W-Where do you want it, baby?” He groaned and tightened his hold a little on your hips.

“I-Inside me…” He grunted, gritting his teeth together before unloading inside you. You moaned at the feeling and fell slack against his chest. He breathed heavily and held you tight against him. He kissed your head and pressed little pecks against your face.

He pulled out of you and rushed off to find a towel to clean you up. He wrapped the both of you in a blanket and you snuggled into his chest, closing your eyes and letting your breathing stabilize. He smiled and pressed his face into your neck. You pulled away and looked at him, cupping his jaw.

“Take me away from here. Take me out of this town. I can’t stay here.”

He nodded and kissed your forehead. “We’ll get out. I promise.”

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Fire on fire—Javier Peña x f!reader**

Chapter 17 of the Unholy series

summary: you and Javier spend your first full night together. A new chapter waits for you both in Cali.

word count: 4.8k

WARNINGS: talk of grief in the beginning. Blindfolds, lingerie, face sitting, dry humping, doggy (implied rough sex), squirting, cum play.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

A/N: last chapter, lovebugs! I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had sharing it with you all. Thank you so much for all the love and support💕 P.S: here is the inspo for the lingerie😌and keep an eye out for the extra one-shot post-Colombia that’s gonna come real soon!

gif: @vera-kozhemiakina

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There’s an unusual heat around you this morning. Granted, the atmosphere in Colombia is always this way, but you wake up to the sound of rain tapping lightly against your window, wrapped in your beloved blanket and fingers intertwined with yours.

It’s the second time Javier has spent the night, only now there is so much more to be felt between you. Grief, anger, tension, love, everything that has been boiling for the past fifteen years.

You’re nose to nose with him, having the perfect opportunity to study every little detail about him. There’s something so soothing about watching him finally get proper rest; you can see his long eyelashes, his stubbly cheek, and plush lips that can be both the sweetest and sinful touch you have ever felt on your skin. The fact that he’s holding your hand in his sleep makes the moment all the more endearing, like a perfect little gesture that’s a secret between the two of you.

“Staring is creepy, you know.”

God, his voice is huskier in the morning and you begin to wonder how come you’ve spent this long without moments like these.

“I’ve heard it can be romantic,” you retort, smiling as he’s slowly waking up.

You caress his hand, and Javier fully opens his eyes—his brown, warm eyes that don’t cease the look of admiration for you.

“How would you feel if you’d wake up to me staring at you?” he asks.

You shrug. “Pretty good. You look cute when you’re needy.”

Javier makes a mocking sound, some disapproval mixed with admiration, and your smile widens.

“You mumble in your sleep,” you say out of the blue. “Did you know that?”

Javier seems surprised by your statement, but he doesn’t question it. Instead, he gazes fondly at you, awakening more and more with each passing second.

“How would I know that?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I figured one of your lady friends noticed at some point in time.”

The sound that leaves Javier’s mouth has a hint of mockery, though not explicitly so. You reckon it is one of his default noises when people mention his personal life or habits, so you don’t bother with it. Perhaps you’re not the most qualified person to mention this at all.

Or perhaps you are.

“They never stayed long enough for that,” he casually mentions, shifting in bed so that he’s staring at the ceiling, seemingly contemplating everything.

“I feel so special,” you gush, hoping to catch a glimpse of his eyes.

But Javier doesn’t move.

He keeps staring at the ceiling, barely blinking, and you figure something’s the matter. Not that he’s the most communicative person in the world—particularly with you—but you have enough of that God complex to actually believe he might open up to you in some way, especially now, given how yesterday went.

“What do I mumble about?” Javier asks absentmindedly.

“You keep saying ‘I’m sorry’ a lot. Not sure to whom or for what. Some things in Spanish too, about forgiveness, I think.”

Bits and pieces return to Javier’s mind, crystal clear now. The faces he sees are ghosts of his past, as well as his present, always lingering in the dark, haunting and tormenting, laughing at him on occasion.

He finally turns towards you, and you see it: somewhat of a sadness darkens his eyes, otherwise emptied of the happiness he momentarily felt last night with you.

“My mom,” he replies after a while. “The first person I apologize to is my mom. Always. I apologize to her for… not being able to be there more for her. She died when I was fifteen.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“She was sick for a long time and I couldn’t do much of anything. Then I apologize to Loraine. My ex-fiancé. I met her after college. I proposed for all the wrong reasons. We weren’t—“

“Did you love her?”

Javier doesn’t need to ponder over that. Though he cannot help the embarrassment that comes with that story.

“I thought I did,” he tells you with honesty. “I did care for her, but it wasn’t true love. She lied to me about being pregnant, I lied to her about being in love… match made in hell.”

You chuckle softly, your head resting on his bare shoulder as you let him speak freely. It’s probably the first time in God knows how long that he gets the chance to let it all out, raw and real, in a place that keeps him safe.

“Then I apologize to all the innocent lives I couldn’t save since I arrived in Colombia. All the children, the mothers and fathers I failed. And, at the end, I apologize to you.”

“To me?”

Javier grunts a soft mhm that resembles a purr, and you feel your body tauter, warmer.

“Why do you apologize to me?” you ask.

He turns to look at you, meeting your eyes with a remorseful glare, and you hold your breath.

“For not being honest with you in the first place. I could’ve spared us both a lot of pain and anger if I’d just… told you back in college how I felt. If I would’ve been open.”

“You’re not the only one carrying the fault,” you try to coax him. “I wasn’t the most open person in the world either.”

“Match made in hell.”

You chuckle more audibly this time around, with Javier mimicking the sound as well.

“Then how come this works?” you retort.

He can’t argue against that. There is no answer to that. What he does know is that, whatever the trouble or the question, you are the answer.

“We’re made of the same clay,” you continue. “We… think the same, we act the same and we do the same.”

“A little troubling how similar we are.”

“Shockingly, I agree.”

But there’s something else Javier wants to ask, and he’s hesitant to do so. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up after last night, nor live under the impression that spending the night together might change your professional feelings.

He coos your name, looking at you as if he’s desperately trying to memorize every detail of your face.

“I gotta leave for Cali tomorrow.”

His voice is small, afraid to go on, and you can tell he’s forcing himself to go on as brave as he did till then.

“I know.”

“Steve and Sofia are coming, too. They’ll be part of the team. They put me in charge, not really sure why—“

“Javi.”

“—but they want me and someone else to supervise the entire Cali operation. I nominated you.”

“Javi.”

He finally hears you, sees your pleading face, begging him to listen to reason and end his babbling. It’s an unusual habit for him, talking this much, but you always managed to bring that out of him, one way or the other.

“If you want to know if I’m going or not, just ask me, like a normal person,” you almost giggle.

“I meant every single thing I said in that letter. Including the part where I said I want you to be okay, no matter where you are or who you are with. If you don’t want to, I understand it.”

“I do want to. I will be joining the team in Cali.”

You see the relief on Javier’s face, and you almost laugh fondly at his stubbornness to conceal it through a rugged, yet forced expression.

“You are?”

“Mhm. I’ve made a commitment to the DEA, to the case… of course I’m sticking around and seeing this through.”

Javier exhales, after what feels like an eternity, and simply looks you over.

“I’m flattered you thought to nominate me as your coworker,” you smile. “I would’ve thought you’d ask Steve first.”

“He was the backup in case you said no. Just don’t tell him I said that.”

“God, you’re so stubborn.”

“Said the pot to the kettle.”

You peck his lips, getting lost in his scent and his taste once more. Soon, your bodies get entangled, skin pressed against skin. Javier’s lips leave a wet trail as they suck on a particular spot on your neck, and you hum softly.

“I’m so much better than you at this,” he says, keeping up his sweet torment.

You smile, your hand grazing his chest and stomach in its devilish pursuit. Javier stops, gasping when your hand fists his cock, as slowly as humanly possible. You reach up for his lips while you keep that same pace, beyond satisfied with the result.

“You’re kidding, right?” you joke. “I’m actually crushing you at this.”

“Maybe—don’t use the word ‘crushing’ when you’re—hmm—doing this.”

You giggle against his lips, the moment making Javier ticklish and causing him to laugh alongside you. But then, his smile fades as your face darkens, haunted by something.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling away.

You simmer in the bizarre sensation for a little while, trying to pinpoint what the exact issue is. And then, you come to the realization.

“I’m fine,” you say, still frowning at the sudden change of pace. “It’s just… I don’t know why, but Escobar popped into my head.”

“Trying not to take that as an insult.”

You chuckle, watching him with a guilty figure. “He knew me. When I went after him, he recognized me by my birthmark, he knew my middle name—“

“Carina.”

You look at him, stunned that he knows that piece of information that truthfully, you don’t recall confessing to him.

“Economics professor, Mr. James, always insisted to call us all by our full names. I know you really hated to be called Carina. Especially by me.”

“Which is why you kept doing it in front of others.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“I don’t know why this happened now. I’m sorry. I mean he’s dead, he doesn’t…”

Javier rolls over to the side, taking your hand in his and stroking it gently. “Don’t have to apologize for anything that shithead did or said. You can be angry and upset about it.”

You respond to his touch, smiling fondly at him.

“Don’t ever say you’re not a good man,” you tell him.

“You’re going soft, cariño.”

“In your dreams, Peña.”

You press a chaste kiss to his lips, then get out of bed, leaving Javier behind to watch your naked figure roam around the room.

“Where are you going?” he asks, almost saddened by your departure.

“I gotta head down to the embassy, confirm my transfer for tomorrow. You can either stay here or come along with me.”

Javier grunts, exhaling along with it, and he smirks your way. Hate as you might to admit it, you were a sucker for this sassy side of him.

“You’re putting me in an impossible situation here,” he huffs.

“How come?”

“Cause if I stay here, I get to see you walk around with nothing on, but if I go with you… well, we could make out in the evidence room.”

You chuckle, shaking your head at him. You bounce back to the bed, pressing another kiss on his lips. His hands sneak around you, giving your ass a good squeeze, and you give him an unimpressed glare.

“Could you go there and bounce back here again?” Javier asks, earning another chuckle from your side, paired with a playful push of his arm.

“You’re so filthy,” you coo.

“Said the pot to the kettle.”

You pull away abruptly, leaving Javier hanging low and dry.

“I’m going to the embassy,” you insist, starting to get dressed. “You can stay here playing with yourself or you can join me and make a good impression.”

“Leaning towards the first one. How would I make a good impression there?”

“As the lead man for the Cali operation, showing up at the office to ensure the smooth transaction of the other lead man, on a Sunday, no less, would look good for you.”

Javier huffs, finally getting out of bed and searching for his clothes. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

As it turned out, no one was happier about your return to the office than Claudia Messina. She even gave you a hug, which was a rare sight and treat for any agent at the embassy, repeatedly making sure that you were okay and that you were, in fact, there to sign as the co-lead in the Cali operation.

Javier stood by your side the whole time, proudly nodding to confirm Claudia’s questions while also ignoring her side-eyeing him whenever you spoke. He was fairly certain by now that she knew you and he had something going on behind closed doors, but then again, she needn’t know more than the absolutely necessary information.

After you signed the papers and confirmed your transfer to Cali early on tomorrow, Javier invited you for lunch, thus marking your first official outing as a couple and your very first date. You enjoyed a rather quiet meal together, which was a welcome change from the usually fast-paced, loud and deadly environment you learned to navigate your daily tasks through.

“I’m glad you’re joining the team,” Javier tells you as he’s parking the car in front of your building.

His soft voice, a little huskier than usual, pairs devastatingly nicely with the rain that’s pouring outside. The raindrops tap fast and cruel on the windows, cooling down the city, yet it has the exact opposite on you.

“I know,” you retort coyly. “What would you do without me?”

Javier smiles and huffs. “Probably be more productive.”

“More productive, really? Weren’t you the one being needy this morning?”

“Weren’t you the one who threw herself at me two days ago?”

“Oh, you wanna play this game?”

“I do.”

“Do you? Cause may I remind you, you were the one getting a hard-on in the conference room while staring me down.”

Javier smiles, walking you to the door and shielding you from the rain at the same time.

“No comeback?” you huff, opening the door. “You’re really going soft on me, Peña.”

“On the contrary.”

You notice his wicked smile and it triggers one of your own.

“What do you feel like doing?” you ask.

“It’s fuckin’ blazing outside and we’re free till tomorrow morning. What to do, what to do…”

He approaches you, gently grabbing the hem of your shirt and giving you a lustful look.

“I might have something in mind,” you say, brazen and zealous.

Fire spreads rapidly throughout your veins, your skin burning at the mere sight of Javier, and the simple thought of what you’d like to do getting you wetter than you would’ve thought.

“Yeah?” Javier grins. “Like what?”

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Then make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right back.”

You steal a kiss from him, and rush to the bathroom, making sure the door is locked behind you. You actually forgot about the bold fashion statement you’re currently slipping into, with everything that’s been going on. You’re not even sure as to why you’ve bought them in the first place, but the timing couldn’t have been better now.

You check yourself in the mirror, slowly twirling and making sure everything is in place. The black straps of the fabric wrap your body in a taut way that’s giving you a big confidence boost. Inhaling deeply, you smile to yourself and grab the tie that’s been gathering dust on your bathroom drawer.

When you re-enter the bedroom, leaning seductively against the doorframe, you see Javier sitting on the edge, hands joined in between his legs and staring down. He senses your presence and looks up, eyes wide and pupils fully blown out.

“Fuck me,” he mutters, eyeing you up and down.

“That’s the plan. I take it you like it?”

Javier huffs, the sound mocking you and your silly little question, and for once you don’t take offense at it. You know the overall look—the black lace underwear and its garter belt—is sultry and inviting in every way anyone can think of. The only thing missing from Javier’s facial expression is drool.

You inch closer to him, tantalizingly slow, revealing the tie in your hand. You reach around his broad shoulders to remove his leather jacket. Javier watches you intently, curious as to where is your brilliant, filthy mind headed but at the same time, all too eager to process your latent moves. So he reaches to unbutton his shirt, but you are quick to grab his hands, thus putting an end to his actions. Without a word, you guide him further up the bed, and when he’s leaning against the pillows, still in his shirt and jeans, you open the bedside drawer to reveal some more fabrics.

It’s only when you’re tying his hands around the headboard’s ends that Javier raises his brows and starts to get a sense as to where the afternoon is headed.

“Are you serious?” Javier asks, though not making an effort to free himself from the constraints.

“Do I look like I’m not?”

“What you look is gorgeous. And fuckable.”

“And you look like you’re about to get needy, which I happen to enjoy.”

Securing him to the bed, you move on to his face, pressing a languid kiss over his lips before tying the tie around his eyes.

“Oh, come on,” Javier whines.

You have to admit, the sight of a restrained Javier to your bed stirs powerful emotions inside of you. A smile breaks from the corners of your lips as you join him on the bed, your legs on either sides of his clothed thigh. You bite on your lower lip as you press your core onto him, arms on his shoulders for support. Before you can even realize it’s happening, you’re grinding on his lap, while Javier is completely unable to response.

“This what you had in mind for the rest of the day?” Javier asks in an unusually raspy voice. “Use me as leverage to make yourself cum?”

“A little,” you smile in utter delight.

The sensation of rubbing your barely clothed pussy on his thigh, the raw electricity of it, is causing your head to spin.

“That why you’re dressed like this? To make me feel worse?”

“Not worse,” you coo while continuously grinding on him. “Just a little riled up.”

“A little? We’ll see about that.”

You smile and grind faster, needier; Javier clenches his fists, anger building fast within. Sheer anger at being unable to see your gorgeous figure desperately fuck yourself on him, using his body as a propeller for your own pleasure. And then he comes to realize that that’s been your plan all along.

Devilish and effective. Just like you.

He loves this, too; the way you’re using his body as leverage to reach that pinnacle of desire and ecstasy, making him squirm and nearly beg for release himself. He feels his cock throbbing in his jeans, pulsing with immense need with each roll of your hips against his jeans, yet he knows that soon he’ll get to feel you properly.

He hears your breaths get ragged, soft moans cooed in between, and he smiles. He can picture your beautiful figure fucking yourself on his thigh and getting warmer and wetter with each passing second, and the mere thought could easily make him come in his pants like some lousy, horny teenager.

Well, maybe he is that way with you.

“Fuck,” you mutter, and Javier smiles.

“That feel good, cariño?”

“Yes—“

You know that if you keep going down this treacherous path, you’ll eventually come, messily and speedy, and you don’t want it to happen this way.

Besides, this is simply a test of strength and self-control. For both of you.

Your hips no longer rut against his thigh; instead, you cup his cheeks and kiss him, hungrily, like you haven’t felt the touch of his lips for the longest time.

“Cariño?”

“Hmm?”

“Sit on my face.”

Bewildered, you stare at his immobilized figure, contemplating, craving. You haven’t really done this before and it’s stirring all kinds of emotions inside of you.

“Uh—are you sure?” you check.

“Did I stutter?”

“No, but I just wanna make sure—“

“Sit. On my face. Now.”

He doesn’t bother asking you to untie him, nor does he squirm or try to break free. No; he simply waits, breaths deep and as hungry as the body they’re being freed from.

“Panties to the side. And sit,” Javier enunciates, as if reading your mind regarding your struggle about the lingerie.

You follow through, nearly embarrassingly wet by this point. You notice the erection strangled in his jeans, and you can’t help but admire his self-control.

Both legs on either sides of his face, you lower yourself onto him. That first brush of his stubble and mustache against your folds is thrilling, his tongue lapping diligently to collect every ounce of arousal you’re capable of giving him sensational. It’s also mighty impressive how he’s able to provide you with so much pleasure already, even with his hands tied. Between moments of ecstasy, you remark Javier’s clenched fists, tugging at the restraints. You know that he craves to mold your skin between his fingers, to grope you till he leaves bruises.

“Javi—fuck—“

He can’t say a damn thing, not with his mouth full of your soaked pussy. You start to rub yourself all over his face, feeling the buildup in your belly, ready to be detonated. Javier grunts, the vibrations an additional aid towards your impending orgasm. Your mind gets foggy, your breaths shallow and your chest tight; and then you feel it throughout your entire body.

“Fuck, right there—oh God—“

You finally come, your body seizing entirely on Javier’s face as your orgasm knocks all air out of your lungs. You feel a hand tightly gripping your right ass cheek, and you come to your senses enough to realize that his left hand broke free from the headboard. Shit, that’s a determined man, you think.

You look down, seeing Javier licking his lips. “Good girl,” he praises.

Blood rushes to your face, your cheeks now appearing sun-kissed, as you climb down, settling on his lap. His free hand is now on your back, gently resting there, waiting for you to make your next move. You remove the blindfold, and Javier blinks several times in a row, taking in your gorgeous attire, almost unable to believe that this is real and that he gets to have you this way.

His other hand is now free as well, and they both move to hold your waist, not daring to move. He stares you down, and you know he’s gonna take his revenge for what you did.

That’s exactly what you were counting on.

“My turn now,” Javier mutters.

He rolls you on the bed, flat on your tummy and ass up. He bites his lips, quickly disposing of his clothes. When he wraps his hand around his aching cock, he grunts as if in pain. He gives himself a few strokes, stopping abruptly the second he realizes how sensitive he truly is and that he’d probably come in a matter of seconds if he keeps doing this.

“Can I fuck you my way?” he asks.

And his question comes so kindly and sweetly that you nearly tremble.

“Yes,” you breathe.

“On all fours then.”

You obey, sitting in position. His hand grabs your hip, pulling you closer, and you suck in a breath. The anticipation is killing you, and you know that no matter how hard you try to tell yourself that you’re prepared for what’s to come, it won’t be true.

Cock in his hand and hand on your waist, Javier thrusts inside you in one languid motion. You instantly moan, the feeling of having him so thick and eager inside of you utterly maddening. He starts to fuck you with fervor, wasting no time. He’s fucking you like he only has five minutes to spare, so much so that you can barely breathe. You try to reach around to touch him somehow, in some way, but he swiftly grabs both your arms and keeps them locked together, snapping his hips faster into you. He’s mesmerized by the way his cock disappears in and out of you, the way your ass bounces against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, and the sounds you make… Jesus fucking Christ, this is the best sight he’s ever seen.

Your face buried in the mattress, hair falling down your face and your cunt at Javier’s mercy, no sounds other than some groans and moans leave your throat. It’s pretty impressive that for a man who ran on two hours of sleep, cigarettes and whiskey for the longest time, he snaps his hips into you so fast you’re nearly seeing stars. He can’t get enough of you, the way the lingerie is strapped to your body, it’s all giving him a fever.

“Fuck, you’re so—beautiful,” he grunts. “S-So good.”

“Javi, I n-need—“

“Hm? What was that?”

“I need to cum, please—“

“So do it.”

You’d reach around to play with your clit if you could, but Javier is taking everything from you, and you can’t help but give it to him. A few more thrusts and he’s done for: next thing he knows, he pulls out and comes all over your ass, jerking himself off to completion. He watches you squirm and, freed from his grip, you rub your clit speedily, and you come with a ragged moan, your orgasm messy and unusually wet, spurting everywhere.

It takes you a while to settle down. Then you feel Javier’s hands on your ass again, only now they’re gently cleaning your skin with what feels like a warm cloth. When you move to the edge of the bed, you see the mess over the sheets, slightly embarrassed.

“Wow,” you notice. “I don’t think I’ve ever… came this hard.”

Javier smiles. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Of course you would, you cocky bastard.”

He leans down to kiss you, falling atop of you again. “So I take it you liked the lingerie?” you cheekily ask.

“We pretty much ruined your sheets. Take that as you will.”

It’s no longer embarrassment that you feel, but rather fondness, and a certain happiness. It’s bizarre—you’ve never felt happiness quite like this. It feels deserved, after all the hard work and hardships you’ve both endured.

You crawl into the bed, listening to the rain falling against the windows. Javier joins you, one arm wrapped around you.

“Starting tomorrow, we’re gonna go through hell again, you know?” Javier says, visibly contemplative.

“Nice pillowtalk.”

Javier chuckles softly, turning to look at you.

“I know though,” you reply. “We should enjoy this afternoon as much as we can.”

“Any other devilish plans on your mind?”

“Eh. Let’s see how you feel in half an hour, maybe we give it another go.”

You graze his cheek, weirdly thankful for all the moments that led you to this particular one, safely in his arms.

“You know I’d fuck you all the time if I could,” he tells you.

“You sure know how to flatter your women.”

“About the mission though… I’m thinking we should have some boundaries.”

“Like what? No making out in the break room or getting down and dirty in the evidence room?”

You smile at one another, smugly remembering the precise moments you broke all rules known to professionalism.

“Would help, yes,” Javier says. “It’s for our safety. We can’t let people know we’re together. Otherwise—“

You take his hand into yours, trying to reassure his pessimism. You can’t help but share it as well, although you know it consumes him more than you on occasion.

“I know,” you tell him sweetly. “We’ll be careful.”

Javier sees your wide smile, and it manages to make him flustered for what feels like a premiere in his life.

“What?” he asks.

“So… we’re together? A real couple?”

“I thought it was obvious.”

You shrug. “I like to hear it.”

Javier’s thumb grazes your cheek, cupping it as if he’s holding the most valuable possession in the world in his hand.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he murmurs.

“I know that too. We’ll be fine.”

“We’ll be fine.”

And for the first time since he’s been in Colombia, Javier means it, and feels it to be true. He knows Cali will be just as—if not more—murderous and bloody than Medellin and Bogota, but it doesn’t feel that difficult now that he’s not alone.

He was never alone when you were around him. And maybe, hopefully, he won’t ever be alone again.

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4riadne · 1 year

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Safe & Sound (j.m)

joel miller x fem! reader

word count: 1.3k

summary: settling into Jackson isn't as easy as one would think, Joel battles with finding peace within the safety of Jackson's walls.

warnings: angst and fluff

(a/n): for my little war criminal old man bbg xx -lana

GIF by vera-kozhemiakina

Joel doesn’t like it here. He doesn’t like how easily you’ve settled into Jackson. It’s only been a six months since you all decided to stay in Jackson— and the way you, even Ellie, let your guards down so easily here unnerves him. He especially doesn’t like how he feels more on edge now than he’s ever been, a lot to say considering the things he’s been through.

He stares as you dance with some guy who bothered to ask when Joel had made it clear that he wasn’t. He’s never seen you so at ease. Your hair is undone and wavy from its usual braid. Even your clothes, the dress you wear is so impractical. He knows he should take it as a sign that he can unwind as well, but he can’t. What if you needed him, what if something happened?

He feels like he’s stuck waiting for something to go wrong, for this play of domesticity you’ve settled into to end.

After the song ends you drift back to his side, inserting yourself under his arm as you wrap around him. A content smile on your face as he asks if you had fun and as you whisper back, “I woulda had more if it was you spinning me around.”

It feels like the calm before the storm.

Every waking morning by your side, your form wrapped in one of his shirts.

He always wakes up earlier than you with a small start, but he stays in bed until your lashes flutter open. He likes that. When you’re near him and he can touch you. For however long he wants.

That next morning starts the way he always likes it to, you roll over onto your back to look up at him with a groan. Like you’re mad at even the idea of not being asleep right now. He adjusts his hold on you to make you feel more comfortable as you place a hand on the nape of his neck, fingers clawing through his hair. “You need a haircut soon, Miller.”

But it’s something about this morning that’s different, he doesn’t feel that racing in his veins anymore and it’s replaced by something else hollow. He shakes his head dismissively at your comment as he presses a kiss to your forehead. A smile graces your lips as you pull up the blanket before pulling him into a kiss. It’s messy and heated, your leg pressing into his side to bring him in even closer. When he pulls away strings of saliva form to your dismay as you scrunch your nose. Joel hasn’t said anything yet, eyes crinkling at the sides in a smile as you grimace in disgust.

“Okay what’s with the staring, huh?” You return his gaze with narrowed eyes as you press your forehead to his.

“Nothin’” He mumbles, brushing your nose with his before slanting his mouth against yours. You protest despite your eager return, pulling away with a sniff. You look at him tenderly, brushing back unruly strands from his hairline before resting your hand on his cheek. He presses a kiss to your palm instead of answering as you roll your eyes.

“You’re being so weird,” You widen your eyes playfully as you smile. “Are you gonna say why?”

“Nope.”

Joel sits up on the edge of the bed as you watch on your propped up elbow. He is being weird, but you don’t press on the topic anymore. It’s only until he turns back to you that he sees your mind racing, the gears turning behind your eyes. He wonders what you’re thinking, he always is. There’s always something you want to say, and on the rare times you don’t blurt it out, he’s left wondering.

You're still this enigma to him. And he supposes the same applies for him to you. Even though sometimes he feels like you’re the only person who really understands him. The only one who can. You know just when to push and pull with him, a special power of yours as Ellie calls it.

Sometimes he wonders what life would’ve been like if you’d come into his life in a world where all of this hadn’t happened. Even though, past Joel isn’t who he is now. He sometimes thinks you deserve that version of him, the softer, unhardened, and unburdened Joel. The one who would’ve bought you flowers on your first date and introduced you to Sarah while being a nervous wreck. Instead you’re stuck with this version of himself, the one whose stuck in survival mode even in the safety of Jackson.

Just as you look like you’re about to say something, you stop yourself with a shake of your head and get up. Joel still sits on the edge of the bed as you return from the bathroom and start changing, wordlessly watching you. When you finally approach him, you stand between his legs and cradle his head between your hands. He rests his hands on your hips, hooking his thumb into one of the belt loops of the jeans you put on.

“I love you, you know.” He nods between your grip. And he does, he knows. He does too, but you like to say it. He’s only said it a few times, before you slip into sleep or when you really need him to but you’re not saying it and he can tell. For a split second he thinks it’s one of those times but from the way you look at him, it isn’t.

Finally, you lick your lips, “Whatever’s been on your mind lately, you can tell me.”

He opens his mouth to dismiss it, but you’re too quick and too familiar with him to even let him get it out. “And there is something, spare me that bullshit. You’re always staring at me or at Ellie like you- You can trust me, y’know.”

“I know.”

You nod once before pressing a kiss to his hairline. You’re out the door before he even realises it, like you’ve given up your resolve in finding out what he’s thinking. Usually you fight him back more, and he doesn’t like how things have changed. He almost wants you to tear it out of him, to have you dig your heels into the ground. Usually it’s him walking away to escape your conviction, but it’s not. It’s uncharted territory and now he doesn’t know what to do. The carpet’s been pulled out from under him.

Joel’s scared. He can admit it. At least to himself. Of losing you, losing Ellie. He’s always struggled with the idea of failing the two of you, but now that the ways you could leave him have narrowed, he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what to do with how overwhelming his feelings are. He was needed before, even if you two were capable on your own, he was. He’s not anymore.

He should be happy about that, that you’re all safe, that he doesn’t always need to be on guard now. But he isn’t, and he hates that.

You’re back in the room for some reason, and your eyes soften when you realise he’s still in the same position. His eyes glance down at the woven tray of food you’re carrying. You set it aside as you take a seat next to him. “Ellie’s awake if you want to eat all together.” Your touch is gentle as you tuck a piece of his hair behind his ear.

“I’m scared, baby,” He says finally.

It’s clear it takes you by surprise from the way you halt before nodding, your eyes all soft and warm on him. Just full of understanding and love, it gives him the strength to try and speak. Even if he’s never been good at words. Or emotions. Something about the way you look at him makes him feel at ease, even if he couldn’t ever fully let go. Even if he spends the rest of your lives waiting for something to happen, for the other shoe to drop. He’d be happy to, so long as you kept looking at him like that, so long as you kept trying to understand.

So long as you were by his side.

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al-andrice · 1 year

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Future Days

Spoilers for TLOU PART I & II

Series: Hymn for the Weekend

Joel Miller x Female Reader

(Edited on 12/06/23)

Abstract: Joel and Ellie settle into Jackson with the help from you - a great shot, smart and reliable (according to Maria).

Contents: Reader has she/her pronouns, former counsellor, second person, Ellie's got jokes, maybe a little teeny bit of pining but we like a friends to lovers in this household, Joel smiles!

Rating: Teen

WC: 1.6K

Listen to Future Days by Joel Miller

Author's notes: Here I am, back with the writing bug. It's been a long time since I've wanted to write something. As TLOU has dominated my whole life with the games that I've loved for years and the HBO series, it's no surprise that I have a whole fantasy in my head that I needed to write fanfiction about.

Hope you guys enjoy reading this! Please do comment and reblog, anything that helps to get this around.

Troy singing Future Days always gets me in the feels. If Pedro ends up singing...I am DONE (unless he sings La Bamba LMAO). Or if Bella sings Take On Me...TEARS. I love listening to the Part II covers.

not to be thirsty on here, but praise naughty dog for making joel miller so...mmmm yeah. i wanna marry this man. even pedro says he's hot

GIF by vera-kozhemiakina

Everything I've found here, I've not found by myself.

Winter was coming which meant heavy snow and slower starts to days with the later sunrise and the numbing morning air. Jackson had started preparations for it - checking that its residents had everything to keep warm in their homes, protecting the allotments and making any repairs to maintain buildings.

Sweeping through the long patrol routes was the biggest task. Maria had to be sure that the people assigned to them could handle potential Infected and any people they may meet on the way. Past encounters have mostly gone smoothly, with trading links made between communities, like Jackson, and also helping any travellers who just needed a good night of sleep and food in their system, setting off the next morning. This was something that the residents of Jackson were incredibly grateful for - to be able to say that they were safe and had warm beds to greet every night, as well as being able to provide aid and supplies to people who come through was a privilege.

The few not-so-pleasant meetings with bandits ended with minor injuries and increased security at the power plant as a precaution.

Joel and Ellie settled in as well as they could after the hell of a journey they completed. You lived a road away from their new home, so you had seen them integrate into the community and get used to living instead of surviving.

Maria was the one responsible for your first interaction with Joel, who was getting to know the different patrol routes on the map. "She's one of our best. A great shot, smart, reliable. Expect to be on patrol with her if Tommy isn't around. She's a busy woman in this town."

"Wow." You leaned forward onto the desk of her office with your hands. "A great shot, smart and reliable? You flatter me, Maria," you joked with a smirk on your face.

That was the first time you had seen Joel Miller smile. Even if it may have been a small one.

In the few months since the older Miller brother and the 14 year-old had arrived, you've had the opportunity to introduce (and re-introduce to the man) the different parts of the town to them.

"Woah, you have art classes? FEDRA school was never like this." Ellie wandered around the empty classroom that was decorated with paintings and drawings made by the young Jackson residents. Her fingers trailed along the row of paintbrushes and stained palettes.

"If you want, we can enrol you in some of the classes? I know you said that you wanted to take up patrols, but you're still young. We've even got Spanish. Try bilingualism to stimulate that brain of yours," you suggested.

You would never forget the way she looked up to you with widened eyes and an excited smile. "Really?" You nodded. "Didn't you say you teach a class, too? Maybe I could join yours as well?"

You sat on a desk with a warmed heart for the kid who wanted to go to school and learn. "I teach some psychology. Not that it means anything now, but there was blood, sweat and tears working for my PhD and training, so I might as well put it to good use to fill in the time and help anyone who wants it."

"What's a PhD?" Ellie asked in confusion.

You chuckled to yourself and started to explain. "It's basically a way to get people to call you Doctor."

Then, Ellie took her chance.

"Why is a doctor always calm?" She asked with her legs swinging back and forth under the table she was sitting on.

You shrugged.

A smirk found its way to her lips. "Because they have a lot of patients."

Joel was standing a few feet away from the door, taking in the sounds of laughter before calling out for the jokester.

Your house was one of the smaller ones on your road; just enough for one person. I'm just lucky to even have a home. Only a short walk away from Joel and Ellie's, you hugged a small pile of books to your chest and with a bag hung from your shoulder, dressed in a well-worn pair of jeans and a thick jumper.

The house came into view at the end of the street. It was not unusual to find yourself walking up the steps to their front door to bring Ellie some things that you thought she might like.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked. Footsteps thumped through the door, the locks were undone and the man of the house greeted you. "Hey." He widened the opening as an invite into the home. "Lookin' for Ellie, Santa Claus?" He eyed the the books and the bag you were holding.

"I am, yes." You stepped inside and pushed the door closed with your shoulder. "As you can see, she's made it onto the nice list and is owed a lot of presents." He started to lead you through the hallway and the kitchen where the backdoor led to the garden where Ellie lived in her converted garage.

"Know anything 'bout me being on that list?" He sent a teasing grin over his shoulder and stepped out into the grassy area.

(That was a loaded question.)

"Oh, Joel Miller, wouldn't you like to know? Too impatient to wait for December, are we?" An eyebrow raised at him.

"No, I'm patient." Just as he was about to call Ellie's name, he faced you. "When I need to be."

"Woah!" Ellie inspected the orange glowing lamp in her hands. "It looks kind of like a rocket."

"Yeah, that's why I brought it over. Thought you'd like it," you said while she made rocket launching sounds and waved it around. "And to go with your journey to the stars," you placed the books on her coffee table, "these are photos from the NASA Archive."

Her eyes widened and she instantly started to flick through the pages without another word except 'look' when she tilted the pages towards you, completely mesmerised by what had been discovered.

Joel, who was sitting on the couch beside you, hadn't said anything since you showed her the lava lamp. Looking over your shoulder, you glanced at him. Shoulders and eyebrows relaxed, no tension shown.

He looked...content, as if he just had a day off work and stayed at home.

Then, his eyes met yours. A small smile of gratitude was sent to you before you both went back to watching Ellie get excited at all her new gifts.

This is what I saved her for.

When you and Joel finally left Ellie's garage, the sun was setting which left a warm filter on everything within its reach. She was left marvelling over her newly acquired 'space hub' as she called it - a new poster of Neil Armstrong on her wall, a collection of books that were not in the FEDRA school library and an 'alien spaceship' as a lamp.

"Thank you for doing this for her." His hands were stuffed in his pockets while the two of you stood by the gate that you would eventually walk out of to go home. "You didn't have to. Here, she gets to be a kid an’-"

"I know, and I wanted to." Letting out an exhale, you decided to just lay everything out. "Look, Ellie's so young and has been through so much shit. Definitely more than what we experienced her age. Death and survivor's guilt come by so easily now, and I do what I can to help people cope with it whenever they ask." Joel dipped his head down and leaned his elbow on the wooden fence. "But the children here don't have to face those things because we keep them safe and we have a responsibility to teach them how to be. I like her happy and I also like seeing you happy for her, Joel."

The next thing he knew, he felt your hand's light squeeze on his forearm. "It's a good look on you." Just before you pulled back, he patted and laid his hand on yours (maybe for a second longer than he intended), squeezing back.

"Thank you."

"You say that a lot. Might have to start collecting money from you." He laughed and shook his head.

"Tell me how much and I'll pay it. 'M feeling generous today," he went on. A few seconds of silence fell. "I don't want to keep you out for too long. I'm sure you want to get home soon." He stood up, preparing to unlock the gate for you.

"Yeah." Bringing down the bag from your shoulder, you reached to the bottom and extended the package to him. "I actually did get you something, though." He took it, unwrapping the paper. Guitar strings. "My attic had a load of junk when I moved in and there was some music stuff there, too. I remember Tommy telling me stories of him and his big brother going to see live music-"

"And we'd mess around on the guitars at the end of the shows," he finished. "I haven't touched one since then." His eyes stayed locked on the bag of strings between his fingers.

"I'm pretty sure they have a few in the old music shop." Taking small steps to the gate, Joel followed. "I put all the treasure from my attic in the back room. Go raid it sometime."

"I will," he replied. You both stopped and you turned to him, with a soft grin. "Again, thank you."

You sighed at that. "You're welcome." A few steps out, you faced him. "Again."

Quick shots of his breath lightly hit your face and you looked up at him. "Sun’s setting now, Joel, so I think that’s my cue to get home.”

He nodded. “See you tomorrow, then.”

“See you tomorrow, Joel.”

Unknown to you and the man, who stayed by the gate until you turned the corner, there was a curious set of eyes peeking through the curtains of their little converted garage.

A/N: what did you guys think of this?? tell me if there are any mistakes like spelling, grammar, switching tenses bc i didn't read it properly, etc.

this is the lava lamp that was gifted to Ellie if you just zoom in...

and he got guitar strings from santa!!!! since joel will eventually make his own gee-tars, he can have some strings that may hold sentimental value later.

i am planning to write more on this timeline, but work is piling. it'll be a while before i can really build on hymn for the weekend

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natashxromanovf · 1 year

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Drunk words are sober thoughts

Kaz Brekker x gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 1104

WARNINGS: mentions of being drunk, mentions of a verbal fight, mentions of vomiting, mentions of pills, not proofread

REQUESTED: {x} by anon, hurt/comfort ig?

SUMMARY: basically what the request says

A/N: wow i haven’t written anything in a long time so i apologise if this sucks. thank you for the request i had fun writing it! <33 gif credits go to @vera-kozhemiakina

Of course, he yelled. You knew he would the second things went south. It doesn’t matter who caused this mess, you were the lead, you were the responsible one. It doesn’t matter if Jesper was too loud, it doesn’t matter if Nina was too slow with silencing the guards, it doesn’t matter if Wylan was too late with the explosives. No, even if it wasn’t your fault, you were going to be blamed. And you made peace with that - it still didn’t hurt any less when the time actually came.

Now you find yourself here, in a pub as drunk as a skunk. But this evening, you’re not all happy and energetic but instead, you’re sitting behind the counter, your head down and resting on your arms which are placed on the wood. Your mind is filled with bad thoughts, most of them surrounding Kaz. The bartender keeps looking at you while cleaning some glasses and you know what he wants to ask but you don’t have the energy to tell him that it’s okay to do so.

You were about to say something when the door opened, the familiar sound of a crane slamming against the ground filling the room. You immediately know who it is without even having to lift your head.

“Y/N,” the voice sternly says, but it sounds more like an order than a greeting.

“Go away,” you lazily reply, your words slurred even in a simple sentence like this.

“No,” Kaz hisses, those dark eyes staring directly into your soul. You can feel him looking at you and he’s angry. Very angry.

“Just let me be, I don’t want to go home yet,” you sigh, finally lifting your head. He rolls his eyes, taking a step closer.

“Let’s go” he insists, a very slight hint of worry evident in his tone. You ignore him, looking at the bartender and ordering another drink. “No, they won’t take that, we’re going home,” Kaz interrupts as soon as you stop speaking.

“Fine,” you finally agree, standing up. As soon as you try to straighten up though, your head spins and you almost fall to the ground but Kaz catches you just in time. He quickly steadies you in place and takes his hands off your body in a matter of seconds. You’re not too hurt by that, you know he hates physical touch. You’re surprised he even caught you, to be honest. But you’re too drunk to think too much about it anyway.

A couple of near falls and drunk words later you’re back at the slat, trying and miserably failing to get up the steps. You keep tripping on every other step and the hiccups that started don’t help a lot either. Kaz is patiently but also impatiently at the same time standing behind you, his face still emotionless. The sound of his crane hitting the wood is echoing inside your head, where you’re already feeling the beginning of a headache brewing.

“Can you stop?” you nearly yell, turning around.

“Stop what?” he questions, an “I dare you” look appearing on his face.

“Stop walking behind me so loudly, stop staring at me, stop judging me, just stop,” you say, closing your eyes momentarily, massaging your head. Before he could say something again you turn back around, climbing the last few steps, stopping in front of your room.

“You know, you should really think before you get drunk like that. We have a mission in two days and I won’t care if you still have a headache by then, you’re coming with us, and…”

“Kaz just stop for a second will you, I think something’s wrong,” you warn before rushing to the bathroom, making it just in time so your vomit hits the toilet. A set of hands collects your hair, removing them from your face. You flush the water once you’re done, sitting down beside the toilet, taking a minute to catch your breath.

“Why are you doing all this, it’s disgusting,” you ask, genuinely wondering why is your boss, who absolutely hates touching anyone, who you have seen smile once or twice in the entire time since you’re known him, helping you when you’re drunk out of your mind.

“Because I feel bad,” he replies, speaking quicker than thinking his words through. He immediately recognises what he just said, a very subtle but noticeable “I screwed up” look appearing on his face.

“You… feel bad?” you stutter, shocked, totally lost for words.

“Just forget I said anything. You won’t remember this conversation in the morning anyway, so just go to your room now,” he commands, urging you to get up with his crane.

“Kaz what? I- what?” you still can’t believe it, can’t believe the short sentence that just came out of his mouth.

“I said forget it,” he mutters, leaving the bathroom. You follow him like a lost puppy and he guides you right to your room. “Go to sleep, and pray your head doesn’t hurt too bad tomorrow morning,” he says, that being his final goodbye before quickly but sternly walking away. Even now, this late at night, his walk is cocky, like no one is better than him. I guess your body language always has to deliver that message when you’re one of the best if not the best gang leader in Ketterdam.

Still confused, you enter the room, immediately collapsing on your bed. Not even the sweat on your body or the absolutely disgusting taste in your mouth could force you to get up right now. Not like you had the chance to because in a matter of seconds your eyes closed, your muscles relaxing, and before you knew it, you were already sleeping.

The sun shining through the window wakes you up, and immediate pain shoots through your head. Before even fully registering what’s going on, where you are, and what time is it you groan, barely being able to open your eyes due to the intense banging inside your mind. You lazily look around the room, blurry memories of last night’s events flashing through your brain. There’s not much you remember but you do know one thing - Kaz saying “because I feel bad” definitely wasn’t a dream. You don’t know if he really meant it or if he just wanted to get you to bed as soon as possible but that’s a question for another day. Right now, all you want to do is take some of these pills someone left on your nightstand and go back to sleep. All the problems can wait until the afternoon rolls around.

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bookofbonbon · 1 year

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unwavering - aemond targaryen.

Edited: 28.11.2022.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder.

Summary: Aemond will always choose you.

Word Count: 1000+.

A/N: There's a spoiler in here but, it's not really a spoiler because there's no context. It's technically still set during the Dance of Dragons but, I completely changed certain aspects of it when it comes to House Baratheon.

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Your heartbeat echoes in your ears, mouth dry and arm's heavy as your hands try but, fail to fist themselves in the material of your riding pants.

Staring at a spot on the floor, your throat begins to close up as the witness you had not known existed tells the tale of a young girl who had slain the Lord and Lady of Storm’s End before setting their quarters ablaze to cover up their murder.

Aemond sits on the Iron Throne, a crown of Valyrian Steel set with blood red Ruby’s encircling his head; looking every bit like a King as he now rules as Prince Regent with his lady-wife Cassandra Baratheon ruling beside him.

Your eyes flicker up toward Aemond. His gaze does not meet yours but, he’s keenly aware of you and the anxiety that riddles your body.

You don’t bother looking at Cassandra, knowing all too well of her hatred towards you. Everyone knew of her hated towards you and, why should she like you? With you around, she was in constant competition for her husband’s attention and though you were never vying for his, he always gave it anyway.

A problem that might’ve been easily solved had it not been for the fact that you were Aemond’s dearest friend and even though Cassandra was the perfect Lady-wife, she simply could not compete with you.

But, she had you. She finally had you.

Years spent digging into your past. A girl of ten and two who seemingly appeared from thin air, brought into the service of then Queen Alicent and placed in high ranking. Not a Lady by any means but, never to be touched by those above you; made possible by the unwavering friendship you forged with Prince Aemond - you fiercely loyal to him and he to you.

What the witness does not tell however, is that you had acted on the orders of Ser Otto Hightower. Brought into his services as a mere girl of six to be his eyes and ears amongst the common folk before, he eventually had you trained as a skilled warrior and assassin to carry out the more heinous of crimes - including the murder of Lord & Lady Baratheon at the age of ten and one. A political move made with hindsight in mind to bring House Baratheon to the Hightower-Targaryen's side as their deaths left behind an orphaned child - a little girl and heir to Storm’s End who would come to marry Prince Aemond and have all of the Stormland's behind Aegon when he eventually became King.

And though Lady Cassandra is not aware of any of this, Aemond, Prince Regent of the Seven Kingdoms is.

You are his dearest friend after all.

“And who pray tell was the young girl that you saw- “Cassandra chokes on her words. “that you saw murder my parents? The Lord & Lady Baratheon of Storm’s End.”

A look of triumph mixed with relief graces Cassandra’s face as tears well in her eyes as the witness points a shaky hand at you.

She had you. She finally had you.

“Ser Dayne,” Cassandra calls her King’s Guards. “Arrest her.”

“You will do no such thing,” Aemond commands from the Iron Throne.

Triumph turns to bewilderment as Cassandra suddenly turns to face her husband who gracefully descends the steps of the Iron Throne.

“Take the witness to the cells beneath the crypts,” Aemond instructs both his and Cassandra’s King’s Guards with no room for argument. “These accusations will not leave this room. See to it that his tongue is removed and tell no one of what has taken place today.”

Cassandra watches in horror as Aemond continues to give orders. Her eyes then focusing on you and the way you do not react, not even once as everything plays out. It is then that realisation hits Cassandra like a wave of ice-cold water.

Aemond knew.

Once the throne room is empty except for the three of you, Aemond moves to comfort you but, Cassandra places herself in front of him.

“Did you know?” Cassandra asks him hoarsely, eyes shining with unshed tears of hurt and betrayal.

“Yes,” Aemond speaks without hesitation.

A harsh sob escapes Cassandra, her hand coming to her mouth as she stumbles away from him at his admission.

“How could you?” she sobs. “How could you do this to me?”

You close your eyes, head shaking softly; hating yourself for the position you had unintentionally put Aemond in.

“If you had not so incessantly pushed at this, we would not be in this position,” Aemond reminds her bitterly.

“Me?” Cassandra places a hand on her chest, unbelieving of the words she was hearing.“I seek justice for the murder of my parents, and I am to blame?”

“It is not justice you seek but vengeance. Do not mistake me for a fool,” Aemond seethes.

“But, Aemond,” she pleads. “They were my parents. My fam-”

“She is my family!”

“and I am your wife!” Cassandra bellows, voice bouncing off of the high ceilings.

A muscle in Aemond’s jaw jumps, his hand flexing in irritation as he coolly strides up to Cassandra and corners her between himself and the wall. Cassandra shrinks back in fear and the action irritates Aemond. For all that he is, he would never intentionally hurt her but, for you…

Leaning down to Cassandra’s ear, Aemond whispers for only her and him to hear. Her face turning white as a sheet with each word he speaks, and when Aemond pulls away there is terror in her eyes. Holding her gaze for a second longer, Aemond silently challenges her, daring her to speak against him but, she does not. Instead, nodding her head reluctantly and leaving the throne room in a rush but, not before sending a scathing look toward you.

Silence follows the echo of the heavy doors closing behind her, the two of you now standing alone in the throne room and you don't ask what he said. You don't want to know.

Aemond releases a shaky breath through his nose, tension leaving his body as he finally approaches you. Brushing a few stray pieces of your hair, he cradles your face between his hands, softly smoothing out the lines of worry.

"I can handle myself," you remind him gently.

Aemond's eyebrows furrow with a small shake of his head.

"I know but, you never have to," he tells you.

A silent promise passing between the two of you that he would always protect you first and foremost.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, Aemond brings you into his arms and rests his chin atop your head as your arms go around his waist and his arms around you.

Aemond loves wife (in his own way) it is true but, she is not the wife of his choosing.

Aemond loves his wife, it is true but, he is in love with you.

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year

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WAITING FOR A BUS

I'm a traveling man straight from a can, I'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan.

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)

Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.

It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.

TW: MENTIONS OF PAST NON-CON, SEXISM, TALKING DOWN ON WOMEN.

masterlist | chapter seven

credits to vera-kozhemiakina for the picture.

Daemon's house was strangely beautiful — though his aesthetics remained dark and melancholy, it was an opposite to the exterior of his house, it was covered with light and flowers. Your grip on Aemond's hand tightened, feeling out of place in the big mansion. His other hand reached for the door-knob, opening the heavy doors with ease. Everyone was gathered in the living room, seemingly sharing stories about each other's lives.

"(Your name), you look amazing!" Harwin complimented while holding a tray of cookies in his hands. He was wearing his 'househusband' apron, which told you that cooking wasn't done yet. "I brought some wine," you raised your hand a little bit, showing him the bottle of wine on your hand. He placed the cookies down on the coffee-table. He gently tapped Rhaenyra's back, motioning for her to take a bite — but his wife seemed to be focused on Alicent's story.

Aemond's hand finds itself on your waist again. He gives you a soft smile, and he takes the wine out of your hand. "I'll put this in the kitchen, you should talk with the ladies while I do that." he suggested and you nod, quickly finding your way beside Helaena.

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His uncle carried an aura that always pissed Aemond off. He's only been in Daemon's house once, but it was enough to give him a migraine. He places the wine loudly on the counter, interrupting the conversation between Laenor and Daemon. "Aemond," the man responded bitterly while taking a taste of his wine.

"Rogue Prince," Aemond replied with an icy eye that was narrowed slant in anger. "Don't make this dinner complicated. You might just regret it." he warns, turning his eye to meet Daemon's. He was a little taken aback by his uncle's expression. How long has it been? A thousand years since they've fought, he almost forgot how rabid the man could get. Daemon's eyes were those of a wild-hound, staring at his nephew from his feet to his head.

"What do you mean by that?" the man challenged, placing his glass on the sink. Daemon takes a deep breath, and he tries to calm his anger. A single strike from his fist would deem the man incapable of thought, but he was better than that — he could cause more pain with his words. "What do you want from her?" he asks, feeling his body tighten with every word.

"Uncle, you're doing too much. Calm down." the man smirked while crossing his arms, his eyes didn't take a second off the older man. "She doesn't even remember who you are. She loves me more." he taunted feeling venom leak from his every word.

Daemon clenches his fist, but he does well to hide his anger. "You are unsure. I can't blame you, nephew — eternal love cannot be broken by a charlatan, though you may try." the man decides with that answer for now, but he intends to add on it in the future. He doesn't understand what kindness you see inside of Aemond. His nephew was stupid and immature, not even reaching half of his prowess.

Aemond laughs loudly, his voice vibrated through the room. His mind flashes back to you in the past. Hands tied on the bed-frame, eyes flowing with tears and begging for death. Now that was eternal love. Relationships can only form when death is an element.

"You are lucky to have died before she got captured." he chuckled to himself while opening the wine-bottle with a sharp knife. "I'm sure that you couldn't have saved her from me." he added with a smirk, before turning his back on Daemon.

Before he could take another step outside of the kitchen, Daemon's fist already made contact with his body.

'How dare he?' Daemon thought as he continued punching his nephew. Aemond deflected a few of his punches, but he suffered more in return. The boy might've studied martial arts, but Daemon was a trained soldier. Daemon was supposed to land another blow, but Laenor pulled him away quickly — fearing that the family would see Aemond's marks.

Aemond laughed again, spitting blood on the floor. "You may hurt me, but you'll never change what happened." he taunted once more, feeling the wine spill on the floor. Daemon breaks free from Laenor's hold, and he pins the younger man to the wall. "What did you do you little bitch?" he cursed feeling dark-blood pump through his veins. His anger saved you. But his anger could also murder his nephew.

"You should've seen her, Daemon. She and her sister were pathetic." he laughs and another punch landed on his face. It was Harwin Strong who just walked in scene. Harwin remembers you — his bastard sister's sister, a childhood friend that treated him like a brother. He loved you. He was family. Aemond falls to the floor, unconscious.

"You fucking idiots," Laenor cursed while staring at the boy's beaten down body. "This is why I fucking hate men," he cursed to himself while running his fingers down his hair. "You've finally done it. You killed someone." he yells at Daemon while staring at the blood-stained floor.

Daemon's eyes widened and he points in Harwin's direction. "I didn't give him that hard punch, Harwin did!" he argued while staring at the boy's body too. Harwin kneels down on the floor, reaching for Aemond's neck. "Bad news, there's a pulse." he stood up, wiping the blood in his apron. It wasn't his intention to knock the boy out, but he did mean to maim him permanently.

"That's not a bad fucking news," Laenor rolled his eyes while peeking through the door. Good. You were still talking to the family. He reaches for the doorknob, and he locks the door properly. "How are we going to wake him up? We have dinner in an hour?" he cursed mentally, hearing the doorbell ring on the other side of the house.

"That's probably Aegon — he's watching the kids. Under no circumstance is he allowed to see this." Harwin mumbles while monitoring the cctv camera from his phone. "Hey!" Daemon glared at the man, seeing another person have access to his personal camera. "Shut up," Laenor rolled his eyes while staring at Harwin's phone. The man was right. It was Aegon and he was heading right to the kitchen.

Aegon knocks on the door. He was whistling a soft tune, and a smile was etched on his face. "Not the right time, Egg." Harwin yells out, trying to mask his nervousness. "Uhh okay, but one of the kids peed in their diapers." he reported while looking back at the crying kids behind him. "My youngest son is in tenth-grade, I think that's one of yours." Harwin replied with an eye-roll, and the man walks away again — realizing that it was in fact, Jahaerys.

———

Aemond has been gone for quite a while. You couldn't think of anything else except his well-being.

HONEYBUNCHSUGARPLUM🫦 4:29PM Aem, where tf r u?

Alicent peers through your shoulder, fighting back a small chuckle. "Don't worry, darling. He's probably kept in the kitchen." she comforted, pressing a soft hand on your shoulder. You smile for a bit, before remembering that he had no cooking skills.

"Yeah, in our family it's mostly the men who cook." Rhaenyra adds while combing through Jahaera's hair. She always wanted a daughter of her own, but after her recent miscarriage — she and her boyfriend never tried for another baby again. "Well, you'll find me cooking in our house more often." you attempt to stand up, feeling your phone buzz slightly.

ThomasDee_Targ69 4:43PM Do me a favor and don't go inside the kitchen.

Your eyebrows furrowed. What were they doing?

Helaena talks for the first time this evening. "They're probably making a nice surprise for the kids," she gave you a small smile, before returning back to stitching. You decided in that very moment, that you liked Helaena. She was put-together, and it was rare to see a child of 17 do that.

———

Harwin remained squatted on the floor, his hands were pressed to his chin as he attempted to create a worthy alibi. "Sherlock, you better save our asses." Laenor cursed, already down to his seventh glass of wine. He was clearly panicked with the idea of killing someone. Daemon couldn't resist a chuckle, remembering the enemies that Laenor used to slay.

"I can't think with you yelling, Watson." the man spat, returning back to his thoughts. Daemon assumed that there would be more bad-blood between them, but there was happily none. They acted like an old married couple most of the time. "We've been here for thirty-fucking minutes, he could have a concussion." he laid out while taking another sip of his wine. Laenor needed something stronger. Tequila or vodka? Anything that would take his mind off the situation.

"He doesn't." Daemon piped, knowing the first signs of a concussion. Laenor rolled his eyes again, "How do you know that? Harwin has the hand of a fucking bull." he cursed again and Harwin raised his fist, showing that his hand was indeed big. "This big fucking hand is about to meet your face if you don't shut up." he threatened, earning a chuckle from Daemon.

"I have a plan." Harwin tilted his head. "I'll carry this S.O.B up to the guest room, until he wakes up. Make sure that they are all distracted." he explained and Daemon nodded. The plan was a little faulty, but he could feign innocence if they were ever caught.

"What does S.O.B mean?" Daemon frowned, and Harwin looked at the both of them. "Son of a bitch." he replied, watching as both of the man cringed.

next chapter >>

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quigonswife8 · 1 year

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Protective: Din Djarin x reader

GIF by vera-kozhemiakina

A simple bar visit turns into an attempted robbery

Protective Din is everything

Warnings: swearing [not much] attempted robbery, deaths [not you or din], attempted murder.

"Over there..."

One of Din's gloved hand’s come up, finger pointing to a bar. In large words read 'the run-in'. It seems discreet enough. Perfect.

"Let's go..." you mutter following after Din. He pushes open the door and lets you in before him and then with a quick motion closes it. Tucking your hands into your pockets, you look around.

Not many people occupy the bar; only 5 other people, including the bartender. That's good though, wouldn't want many people bothering you, finding out you're 'rogue' bounty hunters. Din has quite the reputation in the first place.

"I'll get us some drinks."

"I'll find us a seat..."

While Din goes up to the bar, you find a spare couple of seats near the back of the bar. It's nice, quiet, and away from everyone else. No one seems to bother you, too, which is what you need at the moment.

Being out in the open like this is not the best option. You have...enemies, should you say. People out for your blood for pissing off the wrong people, which was never your intention. Tonight is supposed to be the one night you'll be able to have a drink and get your mind off everything.

Bringing your elbow up onto the table you lean against. Using this time you take a better look around you; the four other people are nearby, chatting "and so I said" remarks one of them, a joke soon following which earns laughs all around. Well all around the group, for you it's not that funny.

Pulling your eyes away from the group, you focus on Din again. He's still waiting for the drinks, the bartender is taking a while. Maybe I should go up there and see what's going on. you bring your arm away. Bringing yourself up you get ready to walk over, when you're stopped.

"Didn't see you there..."

You pause. Turning your head to the right, your eyes land on who'd said that. One of the guys in that group. Now, suddenly, they're all staring at you. Not what you wanted to have happen.

"What?"

"I said 'didn't see you there'."

From the looks of it he looks older than you. His hair is slicked back, clothes consisting of a bright colours that make your eyes hurt. The other people are wearing similiar clothing. The one talking wears a smirk, his eyes don't seem to leave you. It doesn't make you uncomfortable, just annoyed.

"...so..."

"So..." you reply. "I should go.."

Hopefully he takes the hint. He does not.

"...aww come on sit, chat..."

"I need to speak to my friend."

your eyes moving over to said friend who's still at the bar. Then you look at this guy again, noting how his smirk has not disappeared.

"...so if you'll excuse me..."

Absentmindedly you reach into your pocket for your gun. As a safety measure. You're not going to actually use it, only if he pulls anything. However the gun is gone, and you're sure- no you're certain you brought it with you into the bar.

"...I said...sit..."

a gun- your gun- is pressed to your side.

"Great..."

"Yup, it is great..."

You look over at Din but not wanting to cause a scene and risk getting you both killed [even though you know Din can take them out] you frown.

"F...fine, i'm sitting."

They've made a space on the seat next to them. You slowly sit down;

"Good. That's good-"

"I'm sitting. What now?"

"Ooh snappy. I like that..."

Physically rolling your eyes at that, you bring your hand out to rest on the table.

"What do you want?"

"Straight to the point. Okay.."

He presses the gun to your side to emphasise the situation more clearly. It only annoys you more.

"...I'm going to rob you..."

Do they not know who I am? Who Din is?

"...I'm going to rob you, and you're not going to do anything about it."

Seriously?

"I'm broke..." you lie, flicking your eyes over to Din. He's finsiehd up and is bringing over the drinks.

"...so I can't help you-"

"Don't lie.."

"I'm not lying.." you remark, looking at him again. "I'm broke...oh, over here!" faking a smile you raise your hand to signal Din over. He looks over to you- he's confused seeing you with these people. Though when his eyes fall on the gun that's being pressed to your side, he goes into protective mode.

Din places the drinks down and approaches. He makes a motion to grab his weapon but you grab his hand, to signal him not to. It's what you'll usually do if you're in trouble, Din always knows what you mean.

"...have you met my new friends?"

"No..." he replies. He looks angry though and you would only be able to see this if he had his helmet off, or if you knew him well enough. You can definitely tell he's angry.

"Back to what we were saying..."

no-name cuts you off, sighing.

"...give us the credits, or I'll-"

"I know, you'll 'kill me'?"

"Yep."

You look up at Din. He's thinking of a way to help you without risking letting you killed. Sure there's only one of him, but he's taken out people far more dangerous he's certain he can do the same here. Though he also knows if he messes up you'll get shot.

"Well I told you before, I don't have credits."

"And I-"

"I have credits.."

Din squeezes your hand letting you know that he's come up with a plan. What? you're not sure. So you wait for him to carry it out. The guy looks over at Din, and the biggest smile replaces his smirk.

"Perfect!"

Din lets your hand go. He approaches the guy, his hands coming up to show that he's 'no harm'. You're suddenly pulled up onto your feet quite harshly, gun still pressed to your side. He clould have stayed sitting but wants to see the credits up close. What a stupid guy

"Okay, John, take the credits."

Din waits for the chance. John reaches Din, a look of excitement in his eyes. He brings his hands into Din's pockets, searching through his pockets which gives Din the advantage. Slowly he brings his left arm down but not enough to invoke a reaction.

Then he looks at you, again. A small nod signals you to help him carry out the plan; while 'the boss' is distracted enough with Din's robbery you breathe in slowly, making a quick motion by stepping on his foot.

"Run!"

So you do just that. You bolt away, finding nearby shelter. The boss screams at his men to 'go after you'. Din brings his leg forward to knee John in the stomach, making him fall to the floor. Then he makes a motion with his left arm to release the 'whistling birds' installed by the armourer.

The bartender ducks behind the bar not wanting to get hit. The other men attack Din but seconds later are all knocked to the ground, their body's falling with a loud *thud*, which invokes a scream from their boss. He whips out the gun and aims it at Din angry that his plan didn't go how he wanted it to. Too bad.

"Idiot!"

He brings his hand to the trigger to pull it, craziness in his eyes. Din turns his head towards him only now noticing this. He reaches for his gun but it's too late- the man makes a motion to pull it, laughing as he does.

"You-"

*thud*

His eyes roll to the back of his head, and then his knees meet the floor soon.

Your gun falls from his hand, and then his body soon joins it. Grabbing your hand and rubbing it to try and relieve the pain [you’ll deal with your hand later] you look at Din. He's tucking his gun away though you can tell he's relieved like you.

"...idiot..."

You walk over to Din.

"...maybe..." you begin, stopping in front of him. Din moves his body more in your direction; quick thinking on your part, though he's disappointed his reaction time was less than some wannabe robber.

"...we should have just stayed in the Crest..."

Force he's happy you're right. He makes a movement to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You wrap your arms around him, head resting against his chest.

"...i'm glad you're alright..."

sighing you nod.

"I'm glad you're alright too, Din..."

After a minute or so you pull away. Looking around the area you sigh, trying to decide what to do with everyone. John and 'the boss' are still alive, the other two are dead. The bartender is alright too, thankfully.

"So...what do we do with them?"

"I-I have an idea..."

it's the bartender. She's shaking but she looks relieved you dealt with these thugs; you look over to her.

"Really?"

"Y-yes. I've had to deal with this before. I just need rope..."

I like this woman

"We have some on the ship. I can go get it-"

Din holds out one of his hands. He's not going to let you just leave after nearly being killed. He can't risk that happening, and yes he knows how strong you are. He just wants to make sure nothing else happens after what just did.

"I'll get it, cyare. You stay here, I'll be back.."

He places a hand on your arm for a moment and then leaves. You turn to watch him as he disappears, a smile falling on your lips. It's sweet how protective he is of you, that's one of your favourite things about him.

"Thank you..."

You look at the men who are knocked out and tied up. Their weapons have been taken [their stupidness only shows more when you realise they hadn't used their weapons]

"...thank you for dealing with them."

"Of course."

"You sure you'll be okay?"

The bartender gives a nod. Yep she definitely has dealt with this before.

"...okay..." stepping back, you bow. "...be safe.."

With a couple of goodbyes you part ways with the bartender. The two of you walk towards the ship, thinking. Din is closer to you than he usually is, but you don't mind.

It's comforting, actually.

"...after this..."

Din brings a hand to rest on his hip.

"We're never leaving the ship again..."

Moving closer to Din, you bump him a little, laughing.

"I'm with you there, Din..."

he looks over at you, smiling underneath the helmet, and you smile at him too.

"I love you..."

He doesn't say I love you as much but after this he certainly will be saying it more.

"I love you too..."

holding out one of your hands, Din takes it. Bringing it down by his side he looks to the front, and you soon fall into a comfortable silence just taking in one anothers company.

#star wars #din djarin #din djarin x reader #pedro pascal #crosshairmylove587 #protective din djarin #the mandalorian

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BEFORE // AFTER Gif Challenge

I was tagged by @georgeromeros to do another before/after gif challenge. (Thanks! I love doing these). First half of each gif hasn’t been edited and the 2nd half has coloring, sharpening, and other things applied to it. As you can tell, I love it when I can get some grain from my gifs.

Tagging: @acecroft @bloodlst @bruce-wayne @mike-mills @luke-skywalker @hollywoods @vera-kozhemiakina @madeline-kahn and anyone else who wants to do it.

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lya-dustin · 11 months

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All is bliss

Chapter 17

Cw:suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation, some violence, mentions of misscarriages, pregnancy and infant deaths, aside from the usual shit.

Taglist:@mercedesdecorazon @aemondx @darylandbethfanforever9 @sweethoneyblossom1 @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Gif by: @vera-kozhemiakina

When Aegon introduced Alys Rivers, he smiled broadly ---as if ignorant of the humiliation it was for her and her family--- as he called her the mother of his child.

Had Helaena and Aemond not held her back, she would have punched and maybe killed Aegon.

She doesn’t care for him as a husband, she barely likes him as a friend and kinsman, but she at least puts the effort to keep people from mocking him for their arrangement.

Only one man had been bold enough to call her a whore, and he had not lived long enough to be heard by him.

“Do not worry, your highness, you will have a son soon enough. Aenys, the first of fifteen little green and black dragons.” Alys pronounced with an eerily sweet tone.

No malice in it and yet there is that knowing that scares her.

It was the fact that there will be fifteen children is what has Aemond stealing a look at Aemma that wished Daeron and Helaena were not between them.

They have had their fun at tedious dinners, or luncheons and even mass.

Unfortunately, Alicent had caught on and now they are seated at a distance where such foreplay is impossible whenever the queen has a chance to rearrange the seating charts.

Or add one in case of this last dinner with the king.

Really who makes sitting charts for family dinners.

“Should we be concerned?” mother asked Daemon quietly, same Daemon who is utterly unbothered about this.

“Her bastards never live, besides, who is to say the bastard is even Aegon’s. Almost all the guests of Harrenhal have enjoyed the services of Lady Alys.” This is said with a casual air that earns him a glare from mother who wanted to ensure little Aenys has no Maegor.

Gods, to know she is pregnant before her moon blood stops is not as great as it sounds.

She doesn’t want to be pregnant.

Even if the baby is Aemond’s just the idea that the man he will call father is Aegon makes her want to run out of there.

The dry moat around Maegor’s Holdfast sounds so inviting right now.

All she has to do is jump out of the pretty windows of the Queen’s Ballroom.

Who would stop her, she wonders.

Father taking off his mask is the least strange thing to happen at the dinner.

It was worse to discover that save for Aemma, mother and Helaena, most of the adults present had slept with Alys Rivers.

How and when is not important.

Aemond had had her during his progress last year and Aemma knew of this.

How and when Father and Grandfather had done it was something he was pretending not to care about.

“I am actually forty.” Alys replied to the unspoken question making Baela have her watered-down wine come out her nose.

“You still look as you did when you were six and ten, Lady Alys.” Father said to mother’s and Rhaenyra’s horror.

It takes a no time for the rest to understand what he has admitted to.

Four and twenty years ago, Rhaenyra and mother had been one and eleven and two and ten respectively.

Queen Aemma had lost her father and the royal family had stayed in Harrenhal for a night before leaving to the Vale.

Aemond knows this because Lord Symon Strong had told him that as he gave him a tour of the keep as he gave him the same chamber.

“And you do not look a day over two and thirty.” The enigmatic woman returned the compliment, and this time the entire table hid their shock to know father also was disloyal to mother on their wedding progress.

Before Daeron can point out that was exactly twenty years ago, Helaena stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth saying something about being so thin silk would crush him to death.

Across the table five- and ten-year-old Jace shares a look with his betrothed that had them do the same to Luke.

Luke who sits across him and makes his blood boil with just his mere existence.

He would love to hurt him. Not kill him, as much as he wants to do that, he knows Aemma would hate him for it and he cares too much ---far more than it is socially acceptable to care and possibly love one’s paramour--- to let that happen.

Besides, the gods punish kinslayers by killing their children.

Before Aemond could be caught staring for too long as he daydreams about breaking his nose again and maybe putting him on his arse at the tiltyard, mother clears her throat and suggests saying grace before eating.

A good distraction that promises to provide a small reprieve for Lady Alys who is by far the most fascinating dinner guest to date.

Far better than the Myrish philosopher who eviscerated mother and the clairvoyant Septon who told Grandfather he will not live to see winter.

“May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest.” Mother has her heart in the right place, but even with his eye closed he knows everyone just grimaced at that last part.

Even Helaena disliked her late goodfather, the man had the audacity to complain Daenaera was not born Daerik.

Aemond doesn’t think this dinner could get worse.

It does not last even an hour.

The arrival of the pig tells her this well end badly.

Aegon propositions Baela after harassing her and Jace all dinner, Jace asks her to dance in return and while that happens, the pig is brought out.

It shouldn’t surprise Aemma that Alicent forgets that Aemond has not been able to stand the sight of the animal since the day Joffrey was born.

Pigs, certain sweets and being told he is not whole for lacking an eye.

These things and some more set him off.

“If kinslaying were not a sin, I would gladly make you a widow, mandia.” Jace said as they danced with Helaena and Daeron.

“If only, little brother.” Aemma replied wondering why she doesn’t have the sensation of Aemond’s eye on her.

She’s grown accustomed to feeling him watching her that the moment he isn’t, she feels dreadfully alone.

“Do you think the peace will hold?” Jace asks, noticing that sensation that hangs in the air after everyone’s toasts.

Some were genuine, some were not.

And yet all those words will be forgotten the moment grandfather dies and the masks fall off.

Luke chuckles at something and a fist slam on the table.

Aemma doesn’t even have to look to know it was Aemond’s fist.

“Final tribute.” He hides his venomous anger well, but not well enough for her.

“To the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise… strong.”

“Aemond.” His mother reprimanded him and yet he goes on.

“Come let us drain our cups to these three…Strong boys.” He the last fucking person here who can say such a thing.

His bastard grows in her womb as he smirks and yet he has the fucking audacity to use that in his insult.

Aemma doesn’t know what overcomes her, but she finds herself slapping Aemond before leaving the ballroom in furious tears.

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