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The Woes of Weddings (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

You can read the first part, The Woes of Betrothals, but it’s not necessary to read it to understand the plot :)

Synopsis: Your wedding with Prince Aemond draws near.

Warnings: fluff, so. much. fluff, p in v sex, tiddy succin’, oral (f! receiving), and fingering, slight impreg kink?? (if i missed out anything someone please tell me I’m too sleep deprived for this), jace shaming (on aemond’s part)

Word Count: 5K words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!

A/N: You asked for a sequel to The Woes of Betrothals...and you got it. Featuring my first time writing smut 👀 I’m still improving on my smut writing skills, so please don’t laugh (I spent like five hours pouring about the specifics of smut writing too so) 😳 (see end of chapter for more A/N)

wonderful dividers credited to @firefly-graphics as always!

‘By the gods,’ you swore silently to yourself, watching the scene unfold before you, ‘I did not think that I could have anticipated anything quite as worrisome as this.’

Your wedding day was in less than a week’s time, and your anxiety was just reaching breaking point.

You stood uncomfortably on a slightly raised dais, attempting to keep as still as possible while the seamstresses around you fussed with the measurements of your wedding gown and cloak, adjusting it to perfection. You were unsuccessful in your regard, as you occasionally winced from the sharp sting of a needle poking your skin. Helaena sat in one corner of the room, observing the proceedings with a dreamy smile, which you returned. But it was the presence of the Queen Alicent that made you feel a little discomfited. Though the Queen was watching the scene with a smile, you saw glimmer of sorrow in her eyes every now and then, though it was quickly masked by her usual veneer of geniality. You wondered with a small blip of terror if the Queen was having second thoughts of wedding you to her beloved second son, but your worries were soon soothed with the thoughts of your beloved. You had greatly enjoyed the time you had both spent over the past few weeks: he had been nothing but a consummate gentleman and lover, nothing like the rumours of the cold prince you were once deceived by. Even now, thinking of your beloved, you had a rosy tinge to your cheeks and a smile on your face, despite the sting of the needles. You simply could not wait to discover what marital bliss your marriage will bring.

In another room, Aemond was faring far better than his fair lady was. Despite the rather unneeded presence of his grandsire in the room, scrutinising every move the tailors made, Aemond found himself to be quite far away from current happenings. His mind kept wandering back to his lady, and the sheer elation he felt that he would be wedding her in less than a week. It had been nearly a moon’s turn since he had confessed his true feelings to her, and every day since then has felt like a dream he never wished to wake from. He thought he would never experience more happiness as he had when he had claimed Vhagar, but this…it was a different sort of joy entirely. A contentment far more peaceful, and he found that he preferred this contentment to the hot blooded rush of triumph and adrenaline every time he rode Vhagar or won in his sparring jousts with Ser Criston.

The both of you had spent the past few weeks spending nearly every waking moment with each other: you watching him train at arms with a wide smile on your lovely face that never ceased to spur him on, which always made Ser Criston raise his eyebrows in both amusement and a sort of pride; both of you discussing histories and philosophies in the library, where Aemond had discovered your passion for dissecting philosophical theology, much to his delight; strolling in the gardens and watching you blush with joy whenever he picked a flower and put it in your hair. He had also made it a custom to bring you a hand-picked bouquet of flowers every day, utterly enchanted by the near ethereal glow of happiness on his lady’s face every time he presented the bouquet to you. If he were a better painter, he would have asked you to sit for a portrait. Alas. Well, he could always commission the best painter in Westeros to do so, although he wasn’t quite sure if they would be able to capture your essence.

Aemond sometimes thought it foolish that he had fallen in love so hastily, and so deeply at that. But he realised that when he woke up thinking about your smile and went to sleep every night thinking about how to make you smile even wider the next morrow, that no matter how much of a fool’s folly this may be, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He could not wait to be wedded to you.

The merry toll of bells resounded throughout King’s Landing, as nearly every single noble lord and lady gathered before the Iron Throne to celebrate the wedding of Prince Aemond Targaryen to his much cherished bride.

Aemond fidgeted nervously with the hem of his sleeves, a habit he hadn’t done since he was a young child. He had never really liked crowds, despite being a Prince. Helaena, who was standing next to him, separating him from a probably drunk Aegon, patted his arm reassuringly. Aemond turned his head to shoot her a small, grateful smile, just as trumpets heralded the entrance of the bride.

The courtiers turned their head to the doors, and gasps rippled through the crowd as they beheld the bride. Aemond felt as though he had lost all capability to function.

There you were, gliding towards him in a gown of white, looking like a vision of the Maiden herself. Delicate spirals of gold and flowers adorned the thick brocade and silk of your gown, a thick cloak of your House’s colours draped snugly across your shoulders. You were escorted down the aisle by your lord father, who was beaming with pride while shedding some very non-discrete tears. Aemond felt like weeping himself, and Helaena was tearing up a little herself.

When you reached the end of the aisle, your father removed the cloak from your shoulders, kissing you on your forehead, before entrusting your hand to Aemond, your beloved, who looked extremely dashing in his intricately tailored white wedding clothes. “Take care of my daughter, Your Grace,” your father said tearfully. Aemond gave the man a nod, “I will love her till the end of my days, my lord. Have no fear.” Then, Aemond turned to face you, a wide smile on his face, as he draped a heavy cloak of black and red across your shoulders. “My princess, my lady wife,” he whispered softly to you, caressing your hand in his. You smiled back at him, “My prince. My lord husband.” The both of you walked to the septon, pure joy emanating from your faces, as he officially pronounced the both of you man and wife, much to the raucous cheers of the crowd behind you.

The wedding feast was underway, and laughter and merriment was abound. For your first dance, you were whirled around the room by your husband, whose smile had not left his face since the moment he saw you. “I find it difficult to believe this is your first time waltzing, husband,” you said incredulously. “You are as nimble and graceful as any other lord in the room.” Aemond laughed softly, “Believe it or not, my lady, it is the first.” “But why?” you questioned, as Aemond twirled you around. Aemond looked hesitant, before answering softly, “Perhaps it was because I’ve never found the right dancing partner, until now.” You blushed, unsure of how to answer back, when Prince Jacaerys cut in, gallantly asking you for a dance, which you happily granted. What you did not notice however, was Aemond clenching his jaw as he watched you being whisked away by Lord Strong, but he shoved down the overbearing urge to punch the bastard in his face. ‘My love would be unhappy if I ruined our night,’ he kept repeating to himself, although he clenched his fists when he returned to the table and Aegon shot him a smirk, having saw everything. “Weren’t you drowning yourself in your cups, brother?” Aemond narrowed his eyes at him. “And weren’t you dancing with your bride? Oh wait,” Aegon said mockingly, “You’ve been forsaken for Jace once more.”

Now Aegon was the one Aemond wished to punch. But he took a deep breath, not wanting to cause any conflict on such a joyous night. It wasn’t worth it to get riled up over Aegon’s japes, it never was. However, Aemond felt miserable as he watched you getting twirled around by Jace, laughing with him, instead of him. No matter, in the end, it was him that was your husband, not the Strong bastard, nor anyone else.

You were a little out of breath, after being asked to dance by three other lords after Prince Jacaerys. Now, you were exhausted, and wished nothing more than to return to your husband’s side and converse with him, particularly about…You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought. Of your wedding night.

Spotting your husband sitting at the head table, you began to make your way towards him, but you were stopped by a familiar figure swathed in Hightower green. “Your Grace,” your eyes widened, before you dropped to a curtsey. Queen Alicent looked down at you with a smile, “At ease, please, we are family now, after all. You should address me as Mother instead.” You straightened, looking unsure as you glanced at your husband, who had already noticed you being accosted by his mother and was looking a little concerned. “Of course, Your Gr- I mean, Mother,” you said hesitantly. Queen Alicent’s smile turned a little warmer, “You may relax, dear, I merely wanted to have a conversation with you, from mother to daughter-in-law. Would you mind having a drink with me?”

“I would be honoured, Your Grace.” Queen Alicent swept towards her seat at the head of the table, you following obediently behind her, but not before looking to your husband for guidance, and perhaps some help. As you passed by Aemond, he squeezed your hand in a reassuring gesture, which made your nerves sooth a little. ‘I can do this’, you chanted in your head, ‘tis only the Queen after all. And we are family now, this sort of thing is inescapable.’ Queen Alicent gestured for you to take a seat, as the servants began pouring wine into your goblets. “I trust you understand what would happen after the wedding feast, yes?” You fought the urge to blush, as you answered, “Yes, Your- Mother. Septa Marlow has kindly instructed me on the matter.” The Queen nodded approvingly, “Good, then we can move on to the other matter I wish to speak of then.” You were startled, what other matter could the Queen wish to speak of with you?

The Queen took a sip of her wine, and for the first time, you noticed a certain sort of apprehension in her expression. The Queen said your name carefully, before asking, “Are you happy with my son?” You were struck by her sudden question, but you answered truthfully, “Yes, I am. He’s chivalrous, kind, and I have no doubt he would be a loving husband. I couldn’t have found a better husband.” The Queen smiled, but there was a certain bitterness in it. “You do not know how it warms my heart to hear you say so. Among my sons, I cherish Aemond the most. Though he may be…impassioned at times, my son is a good man. And it pleases me so that he is lucky enough to have found a wonderful woman such as you as his wife. I am certain that you will both have a happy union.” You blinked, taken aback by the scale of her compliments, “Thank you, my Queen. You flatter me, truly.” Suddenly, Aemond appeared next to you, hand on your shoulder as he greeted his mother. “Mother, if I may, I must steal my wife away for the moment. It is nearly time for the bedding ceremony.”

“Oh, yes, I nearly forgot about that.” The Queen laughs, standing up. She pecked her son on the cheek, “Well, the both of you best be off to your bedchambers then. I will await for the both of you to break fast with me on the morrow.” Aemond inclined his head and smiled tenderly at his mother, “Of course, Mother. I bid you good night.” When the Queen had walked away, Aemond gave you a sheepish smile, “Did my mother trouble you in any way?” You shook your head, though you were still reeling a little at the oddity of your conversation with the Queen. “No, my love…she only wished to express her congratulations to our union.”

Aemond breathed a sigh of relief, the tension seeping out of his muscles. “I’m glad to hear that.” He lowered his head to whisper huskily in your ear, “Now…how scandalous do you think it would be if I swept you into my arms right now and carried you to our bedchambers to consummate our marriage?” You looked at him with a mix of amusement and mortification, trying to discern how serious he was being. “I think we would be unable to show our face in court for nigh a moon’s turn.”

Aemond sighed mournfully, “A shame then….that I do not much care for that.” With that, he scooped you up into his arms, grinning wolfishly at your shriek of surprise and the bemused and intrigued looks the rest of the court was giving the both of you. “Please, continue to enjoy the feast, my lords and ladies. Tonight, I wish to express to my lady wife how elated I am at our union.” You heard Prince Aegon whistle at Aemond’s antics, and you buried your face in Aemond’s chest, unable to face the crowd as he carried you out the throne room. When the both of you reached your bedchambers, Aemond set you down gently, and smiled, “Was that too much?”

“Very much so,” you admitted, feeling your face burn. Aemond found it rather adorable that you were so embarrassed. “I do not think I can face anybody in court for the next few weeks.” Aemond laughed, sweeping you into an embrace and kissing you on the forehead, “Worry not, my love. If things go as planned…I can assure you you will not be leaving our bedchambers for a moon’s turn.”

You gaped, a little awestruck at your husband’s newfound boldness. He seemed to have transformed greatly from the shy, yet affectionate prince you had been spending your time with, into a confident, and evidently starved man, who was scanning you with such a greedy gleam in his lone violet eye that made a strange heat flare in your abdomen. His hands on your waist, he leaned in to whisper to you, “I trust you know what that entails?” You nodded slightly, not trusting yourself to speak at the moment, gazing up at his eye, which was clouded over in reverence and lust. “Good,” he whispered, “Now, would you allow your husband to unlace your bodice and help you out of your gown?” You nodded meekly. He smiled tenderly at you, turning you around and getting to work undoing your laces. You gasped when you felt your husband plant a kiss onto your exposed neck. “Are you nervous, my love?” Aemond asked sweetly, finally loosening the last laces of your dress.

“Yes…” you murmured softly, feeling anxiety begin to build in you as Aemond began to tug off your gown. “I’ve…I’ve never…”

Aemond turned you around to face him again, your bodice hanging around your waist by now, and his breathing was growing more erratic by the second. But his expression was loving as he said, “I know, my love. I know. I don’t want you to worry, all you need to do is lay there and allow me to give you your pleasure. Is that alright?” “But I wish to please you too,” you protested softly. Aemond took your hand in his and planted a kiss to the back of it, his gaze never leaving yours. “To be able to bring you pleasure is the greatest satisfaction I could ever want for, my love. Now…” He finally undresses you, making quick work of your smallclothes.

The first sight of your bare form has him questioning if he had truly died and went to heaven. You were the most marvellous sight he had ever laid eyes upon: your skin smooth and glowing in the firelight, your gait shy, legs pressed together to hide the growing arousal he had no doubt was pooling between your thighs. “Oh, my love…”

“Why? Is there something wrong?” you ask worriedly. Aemond shook his head, cupping your cheeks softly. “On the contrary, nothing has felt more right.” He directed you to sit on the bed, and you watched, riveted as he began to undress himself, his eye never leaving your face. He wanted to savour every single expression that graced your features tonight. When he had stripped himself off his doublet and smallclothes, you couldn’t help but admire the sight before you. He was majestic, his frame lithe and muscled. You let out a small gasp when you saw some scars littering his abdomen, tracing your fingers over them. His affectionate gaze followed you as you did. “How did you get these?” you asked quietly, looking up at your husband again. He smiled, threading a hand through your hair, “Just some scars from training at arms, my love. I wasn’t quite as proficient with the sword when I was younger, you know.” You continued tracing over them gently, almost reverently. “Do you…think they’re ugly?” Aemond asked quietly. You shook your head fervently, which made Aemond feel relieved. “Of course not, my love! Like my father likes to say, all scars tell of a story of failure, and how you managed to overcome them.” Aemond looked bemused, “Well, your father was very wise.” Aemond gently pushed your hands away, hands moving to his belt. “But enough of this talk, I think I’m neglecting the main purpose of the night: which is to lavish upon my beautiful wife all the attention she rightfully deserves.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but you soon felt your mouth running dry as Aemond undid his belt and shucked off his pants. You had seen an illustration of a man’s…cock several times, when you had the misfortune of stumbling upon a copy of ‘A Caution for Young Girls’ and several rather raunchy books by Grand Maester Elysar. But that all seemed like child’s play compared to the man before you. “Aemond, I…” you shut your mouth for fear of blurting out something that was very indecent, although from your state of undress, decency was the furthest thing from your mind now.

Aemond chuckled, bringing a hand to stroke your cheek gently. “Are you impressed by what you see, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked teasingly. “Nuha jorrāelagon?” you wrinkled your forehead in a most adorable display. “It means my love in High Valyrian. I think that’s more unique than simply calling you my love in the Common Tongue. You deserve nothing but the most special things, after all. Which is why-” Your eyes widened as Aemond got onto his knees before you, grinning up at you mischievously. “I plan to make this the most memorable wedding night in history.”

“I-” you were cut off as Aemond began lavishing kisses on your breasts and chest, fingers nimbly flicking at your sensitive nipples. “Oh, Aemond!” you cried out, as his mouth replaced his fingers, gripping tightly onto his shoulders. “Mmm, and here I thought I would never hear a sweeter sound from your lips,” Aemond hummed gently against your skin, the sensation nearly driving you crazy. “Keep them coming, ñuha jorrāelagon.”

You gasped as you felt Aemond gently prying your legs apart, exposing your soaked cunny to him. Within a heartbeat, his fingers grazed over your cunt, making you cry out and arch your back. “My love-” You were interrupted by the sensation of Aemond inserting a finger inside of you, while his hot mouth was still sucking at your erect nipples. Your husband was a fan of interrupting you, it seems. “How does that feel, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked in a sultry tone. “Good?”

“Yes, so good. So, so good,” you moaned out, nails digging into Aemond’s shoulder as he added a second finger and began pumping a little faster, encouraged by how wet your cunt was becoming for him. He grinned devilishly, moving his mouth from your nipples to your neck. You let out another cry as you felt Aemond’s teeth sink into the soft flesh just above your collarbone, before immediately soothing it over with his tongue. Aemond let out a groan as he felt you becoming even wetter as he left love bites across your neck, he didn’t even know it was possible for him to get even more turned on by how aroused you were getting from the pain. His cock was growing even more painfully hard by the second, and he gritted his teeth, trying to will himself to calm down. ‘This night is about her pleasure,’ he told himself sternly, ‘You can have your pleasure later, when she is satisfied first.’

You let out a whine as you felt Aemond remove his fingers, but a moan soon replaced whatever complaints you had when Aemond latched his tongue onto your cunt, licking and slurping at your juices like a starved man. Digging your fingers into Aemond’s shoulder, you felt an unfamiliar sensation begin building in your stomach as Aemond’s tongue began flicking and sucking at your clit, making you squirm. Aemond kept one firm hand on your thigh, while the other wandered up to play with your breasts. “Aemond…Aemond!” you cried out as you felt your “peak” (Coryanne Wylde had described that in A Caution For Young Girls) hit you, making your orgasm gush out all over Aemond’s tongue. Aemond groaned, feeling his cock become painfully hard as he watched you climax right before him. He continued devouring your cunt, determined to make you orgasm again. The taste of you was just too sweet that he had to have you come undone on his tongue again. You moaned and cried out, writhing as you felt the sensation building up in your stomach again. Your second peak came much sooner this time, in part due to how sensitive your clit was. Aemond dutifully lapped up every last drop of your juices, sucking at your clit before withdrawing and wiping his mouth with a grin. You looked completely blissed out, if not a bit lost as to what had happened. “Are you alright, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked softly, hands caressing your thighs. You nodded shyly, and Aemond smirked. “Good.”

You yelped as Aemond pushed you onto the bed, your back hitting the sheets with a soft thump. The cool silk sheets were a welcome contrast to your burning skin, as Aemond grabbed your legs and hooked them around his waist. He leaned down to capture your lips with his, his kiss nothing like the chaste ones you had shared before. This kiss was messy, filled with lustful need, as he eagerly delved into your mouth with his tongue, fighting the urge to smirk when he heard you moan helplessly into his mouth at the pleasure. And it was about to get better for you, and for him as well.

You were breathing heavily as Aemond finally broke your intense kiss, looking up at your husband like he was a god. You noticed a hungry gleam in his eye as he leaned in to whisper, “This might hurt a bit, ñuha jorrāelagon. But I swear, the pleasure will overtake the pain soon enough. Do you trust me?”

You gulped, but you tried to put on a brave face as you replied, “I trust you, my love..” Aemond bent down to kiss you sweetly. “Thank you, ñuha jorrāelagon. Just hold on to me, alright?”

Your brows furrowed, but you squeezed your eyes shut in pain at the next moment, when you felt your husband’s cock slip between your folds and inside you. You cried out, the discomfort jarring you as he gradually sunk into you, letting you get used to his huge size. Aemond stroked your cheek softly, kissing away the tears that had formed at your eyes. “It’s alright, ñuha jorrāelagon. It will get better, I promise.” And he was right, you felt the pain ebb away slowly, replaced by a yearning for Aemond to move inside of you. “Aemond,” you whispered, “Husband. Could you move, please?”

Aemond smiled tenderly at you. “With pleasure, ābrazȳrys.” He slowly rolled his hips, and you felt your eyes flutter shut with pleasure. “Oh…feels so good, my love.” Aemond chuckled softly, moving in and out of you in a leisurely pace, enjoying the sight before him. “I’m glad to hear that, ñuha jorrāelagon. I’m going to pick up the pace now, is that alright?” You nodded, desperate to relieve the ache you felt. Aemond kissed you on the nose, before speeding up, causing your eyes to roll back. “Seven hells,” Aemond swore, panting a little, “You’re so tight for me. So perfect.” You moaned at his words, feeling a hot wave of shame, but also arousal wash over you. His words were so filthy…but you wanted to hear more of it. Aemond moved even faster, his own pleasure overtaking whatever rational thought he had about taking it slow. You whimpered when you felt him hit a spongy spot, tightening your grip on his shoulder at how deep he was going.

“I love you so much, you know,” Aemond panted out, his silver hair now in disarray and his forehead beaded with sweat as he thrusted inside you. “More than anything in the world. I never thought it was possible for me to love someone to this extent, but you…with you, everything feels possible. I would move mountains for you, ñuha jorrāelagon.” You bit your lip, touched by his words. Moving your hand to the strap of his eyepatch, you murmured, “May I?” Aemond swallowed, feeling reluctant for you to see his actual face, to see the ugly scar that tormented him constantly. But you seemed so genuine, so earnest, that he could only nod stiffly. You pulled it off, setting the eyepatch aside, and ran your finger gently on his scar. You beheld the sight of his sapphire eye without much fear, or disgust, both reactions that Aemond had been fearing, and he let out a sigh of relief, leaning down to kiss you again, before trailing his lips onto your neck and collarbone.

“You are truly wondrous, ñuha jorrāelagon, do you know that? You make me want to learn every little thing about you…all your likes, your dislikes, what makes you beam and what makes you tick…I just want to never stop learning about you.” Aemond whispered against your skin. “No other books in the world, both known and unknown, could measure up to the enchanting goddess that is you, ñuha jorrāelagon. I love you, so much.”

You moaned softly, moving to tug at Aemond’s hair as he left more love bites on your neck. “I love you too, Aemond. From now, till the end of our days. You are the sun in my universe. No, more than that. You are my moon, my light, my reason to keep breathing. You are everything to me.”

Aemond groaned softly, feeling his own release getting closer as he listened to your declaration of love. He leaned his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, “Thank you, ñuha jorrāelagon. Thank you for not turning away from me. For loving me. For not seeing me as lesser than.” You tilted your head upwards to give him a tender smooch on the lips. “You never need to thank me for loving you, Aemond. You are deserving of it. And I promise to show you all the love that you deserve throughout our marriage.” And that was the final straw for Aemond. With a throaty moan, he spilled inside of you, feeling your walls clench around him as he did. You followed shortly after, reaching your third climax of the night as you arched your back in pleasure. Aemond continued thrusting inside you, letting you ride out your peak, as he kissed you fervently. You tangled your hands in his hair, moaning into his mouth. After a while, Aemond finally ceased moving in you, pulling out of you. He broke your kiss and pecked you on the forehead, “Wait here, ñuha jorrāelagon.” You watched, confused, as Aemond disappeared, returning with a wet cloth. He sat next to you, cleaning up the mess of fluids on your thighs, where you noticed a small spot of blood on the sheets. ‘My maidenhood,’ you thought, chewing on your bottom lip. ‘It seems I am well and truly a woman now.’ You watched with wide eyes as Aemond kissed up your thighs softly, before pushing his fingers inside your cunny again, causing you to gasp out. “It’s to make sure my seed isn’t wasted, ñuha jorrāelagon,” Aemond explained, stroking your skin softly. “I hope that it’ll get you with child a little sooner.”

You felt your cheeks flush as he planted a final kiss over your cunt, smirking as he murmured, “I would like nothing more than to see your belly swell with my child, ñuha jorrāelagon. I am sure that you would be a wonderful mother.”

He then disposed of the cloth, settling next to you on the bed comfortably and taking you into his embrace. “Did I hurt you anywhere, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked you with a concerned look on his face. You smiled reassuringly, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m alright. You didn’t hurt me anywhere.” “I’m glad,” he smiled, before his expression turned coy. “And was everything to your satisfaction, ñuha jorrāelagon?” You laughed, “It was everything the romance novels promised.” That answer pleased him, and he swept you into another kiss, his thumb swiping across your cheekbones.

‘And so, Prince Aemond of House Targaryen took Lady Y/N of House Y/H/N to bride in 126 AC, and all who witnessed their nuptials agreed that the match was well made, indeed. Prince Aemond and Lady Y/N’s union would prove to be both happy and fruitful, bringing forth five children: three sons and two daughters.’

-from the chronicles of Fire and Blood, on the reign of Viserys the Peaceful, written by Archmaester Gyldayn.

translations: ābrazȳrys - wife, ñuha jorrāelagon - my love

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A/N: And that’s part 2! I hope the people who requested for one are happy with this haha 💗 I’m also thinking if I should turn this into a domestic fluff Aemond series lol, what do you guys think? If you’ve gotten this far, thank you for reading! If you liked this one shot, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated xxx

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yngasly YESS !!! text me when you come to the next race strangerwill im sorry since when did this happen ?? strangerf1 HELL YESS !!!! i was praying that these two meet !! f1bros she really be doing gods work here !! someone get her a job in f1!!

tomholland2013 lovely pictures! 💯

yngasly omg thankyou !!! 😍 gaslyfc this girl i swear!! i love how everyone loves her!

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Monaco

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yngasly monaco at night ft my favourite drivers 🍁🐶🌶️👑🍼🍣🏆🐈📚💐🍾🥦 🏄🏼‍♂️ 🦡

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yngaslyfans so if im right … lance, pierre?, carlos, charles, lando, yuki, max, alex?, ?????????

yngaslyfans someone help decipher the code !! 😂😂😂 yngaslyfans i wanna who the last few are lancearmy the flowers could be fernando 💐 f1fans champagne ?? landoo ?? lancearmy thats not possible the milk bottle is definitely him yngaslyfans damnn this girl making me use my brain more than i use it in school 😳

lilymhe the code: lancelot, pedro, chilli, perceval, little lando, yukisan, max the champ, alexalabono, georgie, fernando, estie bestie, sir, mickey and danny 😉

scuderiagasly not the dog for pierre !! 😂 username9 lily giving us another code by presenting thier nicknames HAHAHA sirlewis sir - lewis - 🥦 this girl is wild carmenmmundt how did you get this from that ? i was stuck at the books 😂 lilymhe i was on ft with her when she wrote this 🤭 carmenmmundt you definitely helped with some lilymhe heyyy its not me only !! alex was on the call too !! albonounite not alex helping with this 🧍🏻 lilymhe definitely not the alex you are thinking about. this requires too much thinking albonounite ALEXANDRA??? girl was in it too

alexandrasaintmleux work of art 🖼️

yngasly hang it in the louvre !! pierregasly GO BACK TO SLEEP KIDDO !! yngasly AWWW MY BIG BRO LOVES ME SO SO MUCH ❤️ I LOVE YOU PEDRO pierregasly love you too kiddo but go to sleep now !! get off here !! someone take her phone mickschumacher i have it yngaslyfc PLS we just got a glimpse to what their text chain is like !! love it 😍

username3 she says there is no order but lance and carlos emojis appear as well

gaslyfc her priorities 💯

louispartridge_ ❤️ till next time gasgas

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yngasly till next time loulou 🔥

f1fanclub NO WAY HIM TOOO !!!

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Barcelona

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yngasly TEAM 55 !!! ❤️🌶️✨

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carlossainz55 mi chiquita 😍💯

lancestroll cant believe i got ditched for carlos this whole week 🥺

yngasly im sorry baby im all yours next race ❤️ lancestroll ngl its also carlos im not mad 🙃 yngasly ‼️‼️‼️ carlossainz55 @lancestroll 😘

pierregasly WOW all this for carlos !! Ese hombre español es demasiado guapo para pelear (translation: That Spanish man is too handsome to fight)

yngasly for once we agree 💯 charles_leclerc i wanna be mad that i didnt get the same for monaco but its carlos ….. landonorris cant wait for my post in silverstone 😙 georgerussell63 hey what about me then carlossainz55 i love all the love here 😍 charles & pierre 😘

lewishamilton its the damn bucket hat !!

carlossainz55 cmon mate you love it lewishamilton maybe

sainzforlife has this become a carlos sainz fanpage ?? im here for it !!

scuderialeclerc not pierre and charles calling carlos handsome 😏 verstappenfc max is coming for charles now 😠 sirlancelot nobody forget how lance is okay with yn fangirling over carlos strollies carlos is a mutual understanding sainzfc sainz girlies thriving todayyy

neymarjr Prazer em conhecê-lo 😁 (translation: Nice to meet you)

yngasly 😁💯

masonmount the chels hat looks gooood !!!

yngasly the chels hat was a lost bet! this is the last time you will see it 👍🏽 benchillwell 😳😵 masonmount 💀

gaslyfans girl has got neymar, mason mount and ben chillwell in her comments !!! man i love her so much!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

yngaslyfc ill give anything to hang with her at a grand prix weekend!!!

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Ibiza

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yngasly spanish getaway with my girl ❤️ + lance

isahernaez te quiero mi amor ❤️

yngasly ❤️❤️❤️

gaslyfans thank you !! i thought with all happening we gonna lose them too 🫠

gaslyfc girl switched from carlos to isa in 24 hours

lancestroll never thought i would be a thirdwheel in my girlfriends relationship 😭😭😭

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yngasly dont worry i got lots of love for you too 😘❤️

lilymhe cuties !! 🔥

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charlottesine you guys are too cute !! 😍

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isahernaezfc cha commenting 😍 she is still following yn too 😍

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New York

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lando.jpg Lando and Yn travel the world pt 1

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yngasly ✈️🗽

yngasly where to next ?!

lando.jpg MONTREAL 🍁🥞 yngasly after ? lando.jpg girl you only asking cause you know ill pay yngasly got to respect the hustle mate pierregasly raised you right !! so proud!! lando.jpg @lancestroll she is all yours mate

lancestroll my my the girl is so hot 😍

yngasly really? didnt think that was your type lancestroll definitely my type ❤️ yngasly you should take her out on a date then lancestroll oh definitely 💯 landonorris ew go away

danielriccardo did yall go to the pizza place i told yall about ?!!!!

lando.jpg yes we did !! yngasly best pizza ever !!! 🍕❤️ yngasly danny next time i come to NY you have to bring me around !! lando.jpg hey i wasnt that bad !! martingarrix mate we got lost so many times ! yngasly we got lost in central park !! ended up at the zoo ? when we just wanted to go to the records store 😐 lando.jpg 🤐🤐🤐 danielriccardo IM WAITING IN CANADA FOR THE TEA !!! COME FASTER logansargeant central park ? zoo? records store ? HOW? yngasly EXACTLY ! ill tell you in the paddock ! oscarpiastri can i join too !!!

f1bros besties in NY !

gaslyfc guys my friends and i saw them in new york and we went to ask for pictures and she also asked for directions after !!

yngasly lifesavers !! gaslyfc anytime bestie !!

teamlance can i just say how i love that lance is okay with her going off with lando or anyone anytime

strollies i mean yn literally knew these guys since she was a kid so they kinda like family already username8 i wouldnt let my partner do this username7 mate their pictures literally look like a soft launch strollies have you not seen that all of the drivers post pics with yn like this? username7 exactly my point. she is literally using them for clout username8 she can be pierre's sister but does she have to have the same friends as him?? teamlance yea she can. she literally grew up with them. they are her friends too. username8 attention-seeking behaviour strollies says the one

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GWitch ep 19 thoughts

Every episode is a kick in the teeth with candy boots. A sweet misery you've known like no other. This episode was no different and I relished today's destruction as Mio and Prospera take center stage

That's a loaded statement if I've ever seen one. Really enjoyed this brief intro segment. We get Guel's thoughts on Kenanji; uninspired and suspicious, which are a vast change from his once admiration of the man. Guel also seems surprisingly chill about returning to Earth, but cryptically comments he wants to check the situation there and aid in negotiations. I like how Mio and him have fallen into this friendly rapport after everything. We'd like to see him apologize formally ofc, but it's not necessary for Mio. She's focused on greater concerns than the petty school days of Asticassia

Meanwhile, Suletta is a wreck. She's completely fallen apart after her mother and sister dumped her in space like hot garbo. She can't even plaster on a smile and lie to herself any longer. Earth House just thinks she's upset about the break up, so she isn't confiding in anyone at all. Suletta.exe has stopped working :(

Hilariously, Counselor Secilia has decided to make Martin her servant after listening to his confessional. It's great they make a distinct parallel to Miorine here, with Martin explaining he thought the best way to protect Earth House was to give up Nika. The show is filled with instances of people taking away another person's agency in the misguided belief they're doing 'what's best'. So good!

Real Elan finally gets more dialogue and he makes an excellent point, for once. The quickest and dirtiest way into Benerit's graces would be to forcefully suppress the earthian protests. A gundam, let alone one like Aerial, is a powerful statement of supremacy after all. Shaddiq is convinced Miorine would never allow it, and he's partly right. She wouldn't if she was the one truly calling the shots.

Feng is so cool for a spook. She successfully preys upon Belmeria's cowardice and gains her begrudging compliance. Really enjoyed the dynamic here at this little tea party. It was almost like a date 😳 Love me two older women with some tension. Is this the newest gwitch ship to take flight?

I love how Mio recognized these are peaceful protesters immediately. It's another instance of her demonstrating empathy on a greater level than she once did. Her initial ignorant comments about Earthians in cour 1 seem a distant memory, and much of it has to do with her exposure to Earth House. If not for them and Suletta, her pov would be just as narrow as every other spacian's.

And it's off to a terrible start lmao. I think Mio expected an uphill battle but those are some steep demands. A worldwide ban on spacians is unfeasible but absolutely warranted considering everything the spacians have done. Mio doesn't quite know how to counter, and it's so funny Guel left her here without help after previously saying he doesn't trust her diplomacy skills. I doubt he'd be much help tbh, but I guess he trusts her more than he said? Which is, uh, somewhat appreciated? It's the thought that counts.

Sad widow moment. Norea grieving Sophie's death and expressing her fear of death explicitly has been a long time coming. 5lan bearing witness as the floodgates open and she reveals they share this core dread? God this hit so good. You can't help but feel for these kids. Nika continues to watch on in bafflement as the drama unfolds. When is she gonna leave this level of purgatory?? Only Okouchi knows...

OMG, I AM SLAIN. Defeated. This sad husk of a girlboss misses her (ex) wife so much. Normal people would just have a wallet photo or a locket, but she's reduced to watching this goofy ass promo wistfully. I would find it hilarious if it wasn't so sad. It does give her the strength to continue negotiations so that's neat

More importantly, it reminds her of GUND's ideals and the people who've banded together because of that dream; Earth House. She cleverly points out that fulfilling their demands would also mean removing earthians from space, but she won't because they're her partners at GUND-ARM. Her showing them the medical achievements they've already made together was smart and tips the scales in her favor

I keep saying I love Mio but I really do. She's inspired to grasp the presidency for her own goals, rather than just as a tool for Prospera. She found a path of peace in spite of everything against her. It's bittersweet to know, in a kinder world, this would be the end of her struggles. But Prospera won't be satisfied with peace.

This shot was gold. Suletta raiding the fridge like an unwashed raccoon is perfect on so many levels. We finally get unbound Suletta too. Ugh she looks so good 😭

LOOK AT HER!! Babygirl. She looks like such a sad scruffy mutt here. I love it 🥹 Adored Earth House supporting her in her hour of need and giving her a boost with goat milk too. Really cements the rebirth imagery they had in the last episode.

Martin decides to slink home too and reveals everything going on with Nika. This bit from Lilique says it all. There are times when you are left with only so many options. While you may not choose the objectively best path, you can only pick what YOU feel is best. Miorine, Martin, Aerial. Even Delling and Prospera (Perhaps DoF and Shaddiq as well) It fits all the way across the cast.

I didn't expect to get the Shaddiq real name drop from this shakedown, but I'll take it. Kenanji may be a cop with blood on his hands, but he's a keen one. We learned that 'Prince' is a longstanding nickname and it implicates Shaddiq wholly in the terrorist attacks. 'Whoopsie, all my nefarious plans undone by one kid's rambling!'

(I also think the implication was Shaddiq or Jeru Ogul rather, is the 'heir apparent' to Ochs Earth virtue of his dead family. Not entirely certain tbh)

Looks like Guel will be Asticassia bound next episode along with Kenanji. No idea why Kenanji had to tag along but I guess Mio has enough of an escort. Let's hope this detour leads to Suletta using the Schwarzette! Fingers crossed

You saw it here, everybody. Prospera shot first! I'll admit I didn't fully expect her to go this route but it makes sense. I anticipated her gaining Mio support somehow, but she just cut the BS and said let's do this dirty. Controlling Earthian artillery to mask her intentions and provide an excuse is devious and brilliant

Destroying DoF's secret stache of gundams even more so. She really cut Shaddiq's plan for a cold war at the knees and Guel/Kenanji are on track to expose his duplicity entirely. He'll be lucky to not be jailed let alone president of anything. It's amazing that everything works out for Prospera no matter how many risks she takes or gambles made. Lady Luck must love her nonsense as much as the audience

Cut back to Bel and Feng, their date did not end as well as I hoped. While Bel spilled some details about Quiet Zero, Prospera's second hunts her down and interrupts this powow. Can't risk QZ leaking to the corpo spooks after all. We did learn that SAL is not as unified or well intentioned as we might have thought. Their high council was revealed to be backing Ochs Earth of all corps. Feng seemed to be an outlier in yet another shady corpo-controlled faction. I'll miss her, but maybe she somehow escaped this dire situation? I won't hold my breath. RIP Feng, you were a real one!

Elan Prime seems so smug to be right, even if it means their horse in this race has some real competition. He really is a little shit just like 5lan. That MS shot though. Damn evocative. War journalists eat your heart out. It's visual reference too, I believe?

This is the funniest thing he could've said. Shaddiq is malding just like a pathetic incel. Remember when everyone thought he pulled mad game because he's surrounded by women? But the sad reality is he's the most maidenless person in the solar system. The best outcome tbh.

Beyond the laughs, this line speaks so much about how he views Miorine. He views her little better than a prize only he's deserving of; a 'pure' princess to match his crusading prince. He repeatedly disregards her agency, seen in episode 9 when he acts like Suletta controls Mio and here when he blames Guel for what's happening on Earth. He's such a salty little worm.

Finally, we're left with Suletta and Earth House as they react to the chaos. Suletta recognizes instantly Miorine's innocence and her mother's culpability. This was why Aerial sent her away. This was what everyone is trying to shield her from. It was a moment of clarity I hadn't expected, but a very welcome one. Hopefully, this means she'll be spurred into action now that Mio is in very real danger. Schwarzette time? We can dream~

That next episode is incredibly ominous though. End of Hope? Considering they have that promo where GUND-ARM/earth house are the ray of hope... yikes. Let's hope I'm just reading into things and it's not that grim

Edit* additional musings:

A segment was deleted somehow so here it is

Miorine... You know, I've seen people having a bit of schadenfreude at her expense. 'she's so stupid, ofc this happened!' - that flavor of criticism. My counter to this is what could she have realistically done? She was strong-armed into this agreement and manipulated onto Earth. She dared to imagine a peaceful solution based on ideals she slowly grew to believe wholeheartedly. This isn't her fault, much as she thinks otherwise. I can see her willfully remaining on earth to try and correct this atrocity. Girl needs a big hug from her wife ;-;

#g witch #g witch spoilers #miorine rembran #prospera mercury #suletta mercury #guel jeturk #shaddiq zenelli #elan ceres #elan 5 #norea du noc #gundam witch from mercury #gundam #thank you for the kick in the teeth

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fiendishartist2 · 1 year

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not even being a suspect to a murder can stop martin's crush <333333333

#this is so so funny to me #rn some v serious shit is going down but martin is still like 😳😳😊 omg he talks about me?#''ppl say you two were 'close''' okay just kill him why dont you #tma

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I was reading terrible things about Sansa Stark and now my blood is boiling. How could people HATE an 11 yr old child who has absolutely no control over her own life. They went as far as to saying the mountain-clan will kidnap her and she will marry Timit!!!!😳

They also say Sansa will remain in the Vale until the end of the last book, but have no objections to Arya and Dany on a revenge killing spree. And for God's sake don't mention Sansa with Jon. They absolutely go INSANE, saying Dany and Jon will save humanity. Dany can't save anyone if she is killing millions of people and burning others alive.

Sansa will kill LF with the help of Timit is what they say and OHHH, Jon will marry Val. How TF can Val be QINT when she is a wilding and no real princess. She looks the part as Jon says, but we ALL know what kind of woman Jon REALLY CRAVE. A high born willowy creature who brushes her hair waiting for some knight to save her.

Jon craves Sansa Stark aNd I personally believe he always HAVE. My response to "these idiots was this: (and I could be wrong) but who knows.

Alyas Karstark was a red herring. Sansa is definitely the girl in grey. Miranda also has a grey cloak that went missing and WHY would Miranda mention Jon being LC to Sansa? There is a reason for all of that. Just like Arya and Jon were to fall in love in original version, it's going to be Sansa and Jon.

Jon even says he has no sister (,5Never considered Sansa a sister) he then says “my half sister truly” (that's what he and Sansa referred to each other as) He mistakes Melsandra for Ygritte, and says all robes are GREY in the dark, yet suddenly hers were RED. Martin is a hell of a writer, and I was in denial about Sansa being the grey girl as well. Not anymore.

Sansa is getting the hell out of the Vale. There will be no kidnapping from mointain-clans or falling in love with a secondary character such as Timit. What sense would that even make? Some people act as if Sansa doesn't matter, or she is some side character when she has one of the most tragic SAD stories in the whole series. She is scared and do whatever she has to do to survive, even if it means allowing LF to kiss her and molest her in which she has NO CONTROL over. It also blows my mind how people were “shipping” (and I hate that word) Sansa Stark and the HOUND of all monsters. Sansa has had 4 FALE BEASTS in her life. Joffery, Tyrion, The Hound, and LF. These men are evil and takes advantage of a young lonely 11 yr old girl who has been captured like a butterfly in a Jar. They are evil, YES; BUT they are NOT the real BEAST.

The real BEAST is Jon Snow. As we know, Jon was already a bit ruthless before the stabbings. (I do not think Jon died that night) For ONE: We need to think about the SNOW and hypothermia which can save the lives of people who are bleeding by knife wound or gunshot would. It's simple Science. Will Jon be on the brink of death and have a Near death experience? YES. There will be a lot of chaos at Castle Black and the wildings are very loyal to Jon. Eventually they will be ruling the wall while Jon recovers along with a few other loyal CROWS that love and respect Jon.

Master Ameon had a dragon dream when him, Gilly and Sam sailed off. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to tell Jon Snow that “ the cold preserves.” A fan asked GRRM about Jon's resurrection, and Martin said, “You think Jon is dead do you?” Maybe he was toying around, but everyone automatically assumed he DIED when there is absolutely NO EVIDENCE.

“He never felt the 4 knife only the cold” How do we even know there was a 4th knife or any other knives afterwards? Why was Jon’s hand clumsy when he tried to pull his sword out? Did they drug him? Why was Ghost acting hostile before the stabbings? Of course Ghost knew what was up. There is no telling who is involved in the attempt on Jon's life. Melsandra told him to watch the ones who smile in his face while they sharpen their daggers. I don't even rule Satin out, as Ive said many, many times.

On the show, Ollie was Satin in my opinion. They did not want to give it away. Back to Jon and Sansa and a few other things. First I want to say, Melsandra will definitely burn Shrinee thinking Stannis is actually dead. She will play absolutely NO PART in bringing Jon back from his “coma”. It's going to be Jon's wolf who saves him and release his soul back into his body, and Ghost will die, also sliding his shadow into Jon because Jon IS GHOST.

He will definitely be a beast and he will not be the same Jon as we know him. This is where Sansa Stark ( girl in grey) will come along and temper Jon just like she did the hound. They will eventually work together and fall in love and struggle with these feelings because keep in mind, Jon and Sansa does not know each other AT ALL. Yes, he will welcome her in open arms and be extremely protective of her, and yes they will fight while trying to get their home back or when they have to rebuild Winterfell together. (The blood of Winterfell)

Sansa Stark is destined to go North because she is the only one out of all the Stark children who has her wolf buried at Winterfell, and as Melsandra like to say: “the bones remember"

#jon snow #jonsa #jon x sansa #sansa stark #jonsa meta #girl in grey #jon x sansa meta #i dont think jon died the boy in him did #jon is in a coma like bran and will warg ghost

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mermaid byler? 😳🧜‍♂️

hehehehe this one was so fun, thank you for this!

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your cascade ocean wave blues

It’s cold tonight, and Mike can’t sleep.

This, of course, isn’t an entirely new occurrence. Restless nights have been part of his life since he was a young boy—back when he was a different person than the man he is now. Back then, restless nights looked like wandering around the castle, running down corridors and back passages that very few people knew about, and just trying to escape the mundane life of a prince.

Nowadays, the restless nights don’t come as often as they used to when his days were spent in long meetings and studying for hours with his tutors. Strangely, the life of a pirate makes it easier to relax at night. Maybe it’s because his days are spent full of adventure—sailing the seven seas with his best friends and with their crew, chasing after slave ships and liberating anyone held captive, and working to help those people find a new home. There’s never a dull moment in this life, and Mike has the battle scars to prove it.

It’s a much more fulfilling life than the one he used to live. That makes it a lot easier to rest easy at night, and so, the restless nights of his childhood have become somewhat of a relic of the past.

Tonight’s different though. Tonight, Mike finds himself tossing and turning fitfully, unable to get comfortable. One side of the hammock to the other; Darkness from the quarters he shares with Lucas and Dustin, then light from the little window closest to his hammock. It’s gotten so bad that, on more than one occasion, both Dustin and Lucas have grumpily snapped at him to go to sleep and also to go to hell.

(Yeah. It’s been quite a long night for all of them.)

But Mike can’t help it. The day has been nothing short of absolutely insanity, and Mike’s mind is still reeling over it, even hours later. He’s experienced a hell of a lot of things since running away from home five years ago, but today? Today might top everything.

After all, it’s not every single day that you capture a slave ship full of prisoners whose home has now temporarily become the crew’s quarters, realize that the captain of this slave ship was none other than the disgraced healer from Mike’s own country, Martin Brenner, and discover the existence of not one but two merpeople below said slave ship’s deck.

Oh. Also… merpeople exist, apparently. That’s something new as well, and Mike can’t blame Dustin for nearly passing out the moment the Party first caught a glimpse of their two new… passengers.

Their names are Will and El, they’re siblings, and they were kidnapped by Brenner… some time ago. Time’s a funny concept that the two of them don’t really understand, so it’s a bit difficult to gauge how long Brenner has had these two in captivity. But regardless of how long Brenner has had them, it’s already been too long in Mike’s opinion.

It’s why, despite the fact that helping two merpeople get back home isn’t the Party’s mission, Mike had voted to make it their mission. The rest of the Party had voted that way too, reminding Mike once again just why the four of them have remained friends even into their adulthood. At the end of the day, all of them just want to do something good in the world. None of them wanted to live the stuffy, meaningless lives planned out for children of royal or noble blood.

If they can help just one person—er… in this case, one mer-person?—while sailing the world together, Mike thinks the Party’s done its job.

Speaking of the Party, a sudden loud (and very obnoxious) snore from Dustin echoes through the room, and Mike flinches, turning back onto his side and squinting in the darkness. Both his best friends appear to be fast asleep, and not a moment after Dustin’s snoring ends, Lucas fills the newfound silence with a snore of his own.

So much for falling asleep, Mike thinks dryly. He glances back, one more time at the window, and hesitates.

Well… if he’s not going to be able to fall asleep…

Without giving it another thought, Mike throws off his blanket and climbs out of the hammock, hitting the wooden planks of their ship with his bare feet. Neither Dustin nor Lucas stirs, even as Mike sneaks out of their quarters and climbs back up to the deck.

The ship’s surprisingly quiet for how many new passengers they have for the next couple days, and Mike – he doesn’t want to think about why that might be. It might just make him reconsider agreeing with the Captain’s decision to throw Brenner in the brig instead of running him through with a sword.

There are a few crew members out on the deck tonight, still making sure the ship sails smoothly, and as Mike walks up, they nod to him, offering tired but cordial smiles. Their ship doesn’t have too big of a crew; beyond the Party, they’ve kept as few people as possible on their crew to help maintain their secret. After all, Mike really, really doesn’t want some mouthy crew members telling the whole world that the lost prince actually isn’t dead and is, in fact, a fucking pirate.

Yeah… Nancy might just cut his head off for that. Or maybe sentence him to a lifetime of diplomatic meetings. Mike’s not sure which punishment would be worse.

So, a small crew it is, and even if it means the Party has to pick up some extra slack, working late night shifts just like the others and doing their part to keep the ship running smoothly, then all of them are fine with it. It’s a far cry from the lives any of them used to live, but it’s better this way. Much, much better.

Before he knows it, Mike nearly reaches the edge of their ship, and he hesitates, eyes flickering to the tank right in front of him.

He… he doesn’t know why he’s here. Honestly, he doesn’t, other than the fact that Mike has heard the old folktales about sirens that once lured sailors to their deaths. Maybe those folktales aren’t actually a load of bullshit, and maybe their newest passenger (mer-passenger? No, no, that sounds stupid.) is the reason Mike can’t sleep tonight. Maybe Will’s been calling to him this whole time.

For some strange reason, that thought makes warmth rise to Mike’s cheeks, and he winces, glancing over his shoulder. This – this is a stupid idea. It’s a stupid idea, and the result of a long day of fighting, of confronting a face from his past, and of discovering the apparent existence of another species. What he needs to do is just go back below the deck, try his damnedest to ignore Lucas and Dustin’s snoring, attempt to fall asleep, and—

“Mike?”

A voice, soft and melodious, echoes through the silence, and Mike spins back around, only to see that Will has resurfaced from his tiny tank. He’s resting his arms on the edge of the glass and seems grateful that he isn’t fully locked inside of the tank—not like he was before, when Brenner was holding him hostage. There’s a curious but not unkind look on his face, and here, under the dim glow of the moonlight, he actually looks really beautiful, in an ethereal sort of way, and—

Sirens, Mike thinks dumbly. Definitely sirens.

Will’s lips quirk up into a tentative smile, and he flicks his tale as best as he can in his containment. “Is… everything alright?” he asks hesitantly. “Is my sister okay?”

His – his sister. Right. His technically-a-mermaid-but-also-now-a-human sister, who is currently hanging out in the Captain’s quarters, because Max had insisted El stay in her own quarters tonight, instead of the crew’s quarters. The two of them had bonded right away, which makes sense, of course. When the Party had found El and Will, El’s tank had already been shattered, and the poor girl (mer-girl? Wait no… mermaid, right?) shivering on the wooden floor, covered in water and glass, and with two human legs, as opposed to a mermaid’s tail. And while the rest of the Party had been too dumbfounded to even act, Max had immediately gone to El, helping her away from the broken shards of glass and covering the other girl with her own coat and promising without hesitation that they’d help reverse the effects of whatever Brenner had done to her.

“El’s fine,” Mike says, once he manages to find his voice. “Er – well… I think she’s fine. I don’t actually know, but she probably is. You – you can trust Max. You can trust all of us. We’re not going to hurt either of you.”

We’re not like him, Mike thinks but doesn’t say aloud. Somehow, Will seems to understand him regardless. The worry melts away from his face, turning into something softer—something still hesitant, but less scared now. More trusting and comfortable that causes a warmth to form in Mike’s heart and a smile to tug at his own lips.

“Thank you,” Will says, his voice still soft. He flicks his tail, bright and golden, again, and Mike can’t help but glance over at it, wincing as Will’s tail bumps into the edge of the tank. “For – for everything, I mean. You… you saved us.”

“That’s what we do,” Mike replies quietly. He hesitates, for just a moment, before taking a step forward. “Um… do you… do you mind if I sit with you? I couldn’t sleep tonight, and I… well, I thought you could use some company.”

“Some company,” echoes Will. He looks like he’s trying to fight a smile as he leans his head on his hand, eyes meeting Mike’s own and seemingly peering right into Mike’s soul. There’s curiosity clear in his expression, like he’s trying to figure Mike out, and it’s enough to set Mike’s entire face aflame.

Gods above. He hasn’t felt this stupid and flustered since he was eighteen years old and expected to propose to Max in front of practically everyone of importance in their home country. That had been an absolute disaster, and though she’d said yes (against her will, just like the proposal itself had been against Mike’s will), to this day, Max still teases him ruthlessly about it.

Mike swallows the ever-growing lump in his throat and nods. “Yeah,” he breathes and takes another step forward, so he’s right next to Will’s tank right now. He’s not sure what possesses him to do it—though his brain does vaguely and unhelpfully think, Sirens. It’s gotta be sirens, again—but Mike crouches down so that he and Will are at eye-level. “My company.”

Will still seems like he’s trying to fight a smile, but he’s a man (Merman, Mike corrects himself) fighting a losing battle. “Well,” he says, softer and shyer now too, “I’m always a fan of good company.”

Mike’s stomach does a little somersault at those words, and as Will smiles at him, he can’t help but smile back. “So am I,” Mike says softly. He adjusts himself so he’s sitting with his back against Will’s tank now, body angled so that the two of them are still looking at one another. “Gotta say though… I’ve never been in the company of a merman before. I didn’t even believe your people existed before today.”

A quiet laugh escapes Will’s lips. “We try to keep it that way,” he admits and gestures to the tank sadly. “I mean… look what happens when humans find out about us.”

Those words feel like a knife in the heart, and the smile falls from Mike’s face, quickly becoming a frown. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “You… you and El didn’t deserve this.” He pauses, considering for a moment what to say, and quietly adds, “If… if it helps, not all humans are like Brenner though. He’s literally one of the worst people I’ve ever met.”

“Not surprising,” Will deadpans. “He’s an awful man.” Like Mike, he pauses, pressing his lips together in a small frown, before adding, “But… I know that you and your friends aren’t. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have helped us. You wouldn’t still be helping us. You… you could’ve just left us there or kept us for yourselves to… I don’t even know. But you didn’t, so… thank you.”

Will’s voice takes on that same soft and gentle tone from before. There’s something so genuine and so trusting about it, and despite the fact that they’ve barely known each other for a day, Mike feels a surge of protectiveness wash over him. It’s different from the protectiveness and the drive to help people that he feels when liberating captives from slave ships. No, this protectiveness and this need to help and to keep Will safe is much more like the feeling Mike has for Lucas and Max and Dustin—and strangely, maybe even something more than that.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Mike says genuinely. He doesn’t know why he does it, but he reaches forward, putting his hand on top of Will’s. The mere touch alone feels like the very first spark to light a flame, and that flame burns through Mike’s whole body, filling him with the warmth and protectiveness he only knows for his closest friends. “You’re our friend, okay? You – you’re my friend. We’re gonna help you and El, and we’ll get you home. I promise.”

For a moment, Will doesn’t say anything—just stares with wide eyes at Mike’s hand on top of his own. But then slowly, another smile forms on his face, even shyer now before, and he whispers, “I’ve never had a friend before… not unless you count my siblings or my parents. That’s a little lame though, to be honest.”

Mike can’t help but laugh, and he ducks his head, trying his best to ignore the fire blazing across his cheeks right now. “Siblings and parents only count if you want them to count,” he says decisively.

“They don’t count then,” Will decides. He turns his hand upward, holding Mike’s hand in his own, and softly says, “So… you’re my first friend.”

Mike’s gaze flickers down to their hands, and he squeezes Will’s hand gently, scooting a bit closer. “Well, it’s an honor being your first friend,” he says with a smile. “But hey… if we really want to be friends, we’ve gotta get to know each other.”

Will raises a brow. “Okay. What do you want to know then?”

“Well, obviously, I want to know everything,” Mike says dramatically, and as Will laughs, he can’t help but grin even wider.

“Everything,” Will echoes, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Very specific.”

“I was getting to that,” Mike complains, and Will just laughs again, his tail flicking in the water and splashing some droplets onto Mike. “Okay, okay, counterintuitive, but you know, if we start with the deep stuff, everything else will feel a lot easier by comparison.”

“The deep stuff,” Will muses, leaning his head on his hand and looking at Mike curiously. “And what ‘deep stuff’ do you have in mind?”

“Easy.” Mike shrugs. Scoots in closer. Leans up against Will’s tank. And with another smile, this time just as playful as Will’s own, he asks, “What’s your favorite color?”

The sound of Will’s laughter fills the silence on the deck, and gods, it might just be the best sound Mike’s ever heard. There’s a disbelieving look on his face as he shakes his head at Mike. “‘That’s your deep question?” Will laughs. “Come on. You can do better than that.”

“Okay, ouch.” Mike feigns a hurt look. “Are you saying my question isn’t deep enough for you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Will says, this time with a smirk. His tail flicks again, and he rolls his eyes, playfully splashing some water at Mike. “But I’ll humor you. It’s yellow… like the sky during a sunset. I used to always swim up to the surface to watch the sunset because I thought it was beautiful.”

He pauses here, glancing up at the vast expansion of stars above the two of them, and a wistful look forms on his face. “It was nice seeing the sunset again today,” Will says softly. “It… it’d been too long.”

Another pang of guilt stabs through Mike’s heart, and he squeezes Will’s hand gently. “No more missing sunsets,” he says softly. “Promise.”

That softness appears in Will’s gaze again as he squeezes Mike’s hand back. “Sunsets are a lot prettier when you watch them with someone else,” he says, soft and a bit shy. “And since you’re my friend…

Warmth rises to Mike’s cheeks, and he leans closer. “Well, funnily enough, my favorite color’s blue,” he admits with a laugh. “Blue like the sky right after a sunset. So… that works out well, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Will says, and he scoots closer to Mike too, a smile on his face. “It really does.”

Silence settles over the two of them, but strangely, it’s not uncomfortable. Instead, it’s a peaceful sort of silence that leaves Mike feeling more at ease than he has in a long time—almost like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be, right here, right now in this moment with Will.

There’s something special about Will, Mike thinks, and while he doesn’t quite know what it is yet, Mike knows one day he’ll figure it out.

For right now, he’ll take silly questions about favorite colors and the promise of watching the sunset and this newfound friendship for what it is.

Everything else will come with time.

#byler #byler ficlet #andi writes not dies #andi's asks

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OMG OMG IM SO EXCITED YOU’RE DOING THE MICRO FIC MEME! Your circus au has a chokehold on me so obviously I need to prompt SEAWEED! But take this in any direction you want.

very very sorry this is not mermaid au themed at all (although i am working on a v small thing for that actually) but this is where my mind went for this one

Martin had texted him, off-handedly, asking if he was free one night this week. Daniel groaned when the text lit up his screen, another Miami night out, or a Vegas pool party, wasn't what his aching bones needed right now, especially the week before Coachella. His diary was blocked off, tanning in the LA heat, sun beaming down on his skin, dirt bikes if he could be bothered to leave the house at all. He replies with a maybe and watches as the bubbles at the bottom of the screen appear, whilst he chucks frozen fruit into his blender.

Sick

Teams in LA for most of the week prepping for Coachella. You should take my new sound engineer on a date.

Daniel scoffs, turns the blender on and grimaces at the loud noise. He hasn't put any greens in, just sweet tangy berries and bananas with a splash of oat milk, refreshing. He pours the liquid into his glass, sticks a glass straw into it, and then texts one handed as he heads outside.

Who do you take me for? Dial-a-date

Send me a photo of him at least!

No. Martin replies.

Wednesday 9pm work for you?

You'll like him. You'll have fun. Promise. If not I'll comp all ur drinks at Coachella this weekend.

Daniel lays back on his lounger, brings the smoothie to his lips and takes a big gulp. It's been a long time since he-- Martin means well, knows what Daniel likes for the most part. It could be fun. Something different.

Okay. He responds

If it's a shit time though you're covering the bill as well. Daniel adds.

It won't be :) Martin texts back instantly.

-🍣😳🍷-

The waitress leads Daniel to the table he'd reserved, a quiet corner near the back, a wide table, space for plenty of food for them to share. It's one of his favourite Japanese restaurants, one he's been dying to come back to since he arrived back in LA. He'd asked Martin for the guys details, so that he could text him the address himself, but he'd refused to hand them over, told Daniel that Max would be there on time, and not to worry, reassured him again they'd have fun.

Daniel wipes his hands down the front of his colourful shirt, an unreleased one from his own Enchanté collection, a conversation piece he can fall back on if the guy is into fashion as well.

"Daniel?" He hears closely behind him, a thicker accent than Martin's, more European. Daniel turns in his chair, simultaneously standing up at the same time.

"That's me." He quips, holding his hand out to be shaken. It feels overly formal to do, considering they're on a date, but it's second nature to Daniel, at corporate events or in the paddock, to hold his hand out and deliver a firm handshake. Max takes his hand, shaking it firmly.

"I am sorry that Martin put you up to this. We have been friends for a while now, but now that I am working for him, he keeps on trying to set me up with his friends. I tell him I am too busy, organising all his crap and making sure it is all smooth, but he knows my schedule this week too well." Daniel's taken aback a little, by how standoffish Max is being. "Oh, I am Max by the way, did Martin tell you that at least?"

Max moves towards his chair as he's talking, pulling it out and sitting down, leaving Daniel there, standing, taking him in. Daniel fumbles, sits back down, gets his own leg caught on the table leg and tries to play it off cool.

"Yeah he did." Daniel replies, picking up his glass of red wine and taking a sip.

Daniel gets why Martin didn't send him a picture of Max. He's attractive. Muscular and shaped, long hair at the top of his head, all ruffled like he'd barely bothered trying to style it. He's got a loose white shirt on, top button undone where Daniel can see pale skin. A freckle atop his lip that Daniel can't seem to look away from. He's not conventionally attractive by any means, but Martin's done well. Martin knew.

"So, how did you end up working for Martin then?" It seems like common ground they can talk about for now, whilst they wait to order.

"Well, I have known him since we were very young, but he went off and started doing his music stuff, and I went to university and I started studying civil engineering but then moved into audio engineering. Whenever Martin was home, or I visited him, the music was fun, it seemed good fun. So I of course change my degree for him but he had someone very experienced on his team, so I worked for some smaller DJs who were not as good and I helped make them sound better. Anyway, Harry has now quit and Martin asked if I was interested still."

"Wow, so you changed your whole life plan for your best friend?"

"No, it was not really like that at all. I do not think I would have found the job I am now doing if it was not for Martin cause he introduced me to that whole world, but I am not just doing it because of him. I have two cats at home, I would not travel this much and be away from them all the time just for Martin, I enjoy the job."

Max emphasises two cats as if he's left a wife and two children at home, fending for themselves whilst he's off basking in the Ibiza sun or jetting off to another remote festival.

"You travel a lot as well Martin was saying?" Daniel smiles gently, finally being asked a proper question. Polite date etiquette.

"Well, I used to. First year of retirement for me. Was an F1 driver. Won a couple of championships, 'ya know. So yeah, not travelling as much now. Went home for a while, back here now for a bit, go see some friends, find out what life is really all about. Home is Australia by the way."

"Yes, I used to watch you. You were a very good driver actually." Daniel notes how Max says that as if he's an expert, as if he's been commentating on Sky Sports for 25 years and can spot a generational talent from miles off. He feels like he should be offended, but he finds it endearing, complimentary. He has this innate feeling that if Max thought he was a crap driver, he'd say.

"Well, thank you very much, I guess." Daniel says, taking another sip from his red wine.

The waitress comes back over towards them and asks for their order. Daniel takes over, ordering for them both. He's tried so much of it before, he knows what's good. Tuna sashimi, California Rolls, Chicken potstickers, Vegetable tempura, Salmon maki. All different types of things they can split and share between them. The waitress smiles softly at Daniel, closing her notepad and bending to get the menus from them.

"Can I please get a Gin & Tonic, and the Beef noodles please?" Max asks.

Daniel shifts in his seat a little, taken aback, but also slightly worried he's been rude. The waitress jots down Max's order and promises to bring his drink over soon.

"Sorry, thought we could share." Daniel remarks.

"I guessed you thought that, but I am not a very big fan of seafood. I guess Martin did not tell you that." Max's eyes glint as he smiles, and Daniel relaxes again.

"Did you know, the seaweed salad you ordered, most places that is in fact just shredded cabbage. It is much cheaper for them to make and of course most people never know the difference." Max tells Daniel.

"Well I hope it's proper seaweed if I'm paying $40!" Daniel says aghast, and Max laughs, clapping his hands together.

--🍜😄🍸--

They order plenty more drinks, and enjoy all the food before them, with Daniel having a few take-out boxes stacked in front of him to carry home, due to his presumptuous over-ordering.

Daniel adores how delighted Max gets, small jokes enticing the biggest laughs out of him, and how direct he's being. When Daniel says something wrong, he corrects him straight away. Daniel's also taken aback by how complementary Max is. He tells Daniel within 15 minutes of their date beginning that he likes his smile, and when Daniel moves on to the easy topic of his clothing line, Max praises the new designs Daniel shows him, and gently offers pointers as to what he thinks would work better.

When the waitress brings the bill over, Daniel almost feels saddened that it's over, unsure when he'll see Max again, maybe during the Coachella weekend, but he'll be busy, he knows Martin has a few warm up shows in Las Vegas and at Brooklyn Mirage before he plays on Sunday, so Max won't be at the festival the whole weekend. But he hasn't felt like this in a long time. Not since Scotty. And he doesn't want to let go just yet.

"I've got a cool vinyl collection back at my place if you're into that? Do you like cheesecake? We could get some on the way back." He tries.

"That would be very lovely." Max replies, a beaming smile lighting up his face that cause the skin around his eyes to crinkle.

"Great!" Daniel retorts.

--🍰😏🎶--

He wakes up to a dead arm in the morning, Max laying atop of it. Daniel pushes some of his hair out of his face, kissing his head gently, and then his lips, right over the freckle, before pulling his arm out slowly. He shakes it above him, trying to get some feeling back into it, before leaning over Max and grasping his phone.

A new text from Martin sits above the rest of his notifications.

Guess I'm not paying the bill then 😉 It reads.

#i gave myself 45 mins to write this hence why the last restaurant scene maybe feels a lil rushed idk sorry #but yeah #throws another lil fic out into the ether x #dr #mv #max/daniel #fic rec

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