#and happy and married and always shagging

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[resowrites]

Year Of The Rabbit - oneshot.

Summary: There’s teasing, reminiscing and a big surprise in the lead up to Henry and his girlfriend’s anniversary (following on from this oneshot but can be read as a standalone story).

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only, fluff, light smut/sexy talk (f masturbation/slight m dom vibe if you squint), banter/British humour, dialogue heavy, time hopping/vignette style, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2662

A/N: This was meant to go up a while ago but time got away from me again, also please forgive the mistakes - my head’s still a touch sore from last night! Happy New Year folks, hope it’s a good one for you all ~ R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Year Of The Rabbit - oneshot.

December 30th

"Er... I'm not sure this is the right turn."

"Henry, for the third time, I know where I'm going." He reached across to the glovebox and popped it open. She took a deep breath and kept her eyes fixed ahead, even when the corners of an unfurled map began to crowd her vision. They'd decided to spend January at the cottage, which meant they had to go home to pick up some more stuff.

"Yep, just as I thought, we're heading the wrong way. Oh no, wait. The map's upside down." She bit her lower lip, refusing to take the bait. "You still should've taken that last exit though, woulda shaved at least thirty minutes off the drive... are you alright? You seem a bit quiet." 

"I'm good... just enjoying the scenery." Henry sniffed and reached over to the glove box once again.

"Yes! I knew I'd remembered to pack it," he unwrapped a large block of tin foil and took a bite, "want some?" 

"No thanks."

"You sure? It's got extra nuts," Henry started waving the Christmas cake near her face, "here, I'll break off a small piece for me wee wife." A big chunk of cake then fell directly onto her lap. She gritted her teeth. "Now, if you take the next right instead of a left, we'll be back to the last exit in no time." She decided to pull over. "Oh darling, you didn't need to stop to read the map, I'm happy to give directions." She cleared her throat and looked directly into his devilish eyes.

"Darling, try all you like, you are not irritating me today."

"Oh? What makes you think I'm trying to irritate you?" Henry took another bite of cake, sending more crumbs flying everywhere. 

"Because you can't help yourself. But that's just fine, cos I'm not rising to it anymore. In fact, it's my New Year's resolution: to remain zen-like in your presence at all times." She then smiled and turned the key in the ignition. He made no reply, choosing instead to take another look at the map. "... Will you please get that bloody thing out of my face?!"

"What?! I'm just trying to help me wee wife get back on the right road--"

"And that's another thing, stop calling me your 'wee wife,' or I won't be marrying you at all!"

"But you are wee as well as my wife-to-be! What else am I meant to call you? Woman? And you can't backsie a marriage proposal, it's not like a new years resolution!"

"… Kill me."

"Oh come on, it's not that hopeless, woman. We'll find home again, I promise."

"Henry, I mean it, you put that map away right now and shut up or I'll take off my seatbelt and crash straight into the next fucking tree." Henry blinked.

"That's alright, I can always catch a lift."

"Christ, why me Lord?"

"I was thinking the same. We could have been back by now, having a shag in front of a roaring fire."

"Pfft, you'll be lucky."

"I know. When are you gunna put out? It's been days..."

"Perhaps when I'm not made to drive miles just to pick up a fucking Sonic game! And it's not even been 48 hours!"

"Yeah, 48 woman hours, in man hours that's closer to two weeks. And excuse me, it's Sonic Frontiers. How many times do I have to apologise for forgetting it?! You were the one who insisted on driving back, I was happy to go by myself!"

"Oh please, with the way you speed down these country roads?"

"Well I thought you'd take any opportunity to get rid of me?"

"I would but not at the expense of the bloody car!"

"Ollie?"

"What?!"

"… Just take a breath," she ground her teeth and ignored his smirk, "WAIT, LOOK OUT!" She quickly swerved, sending Henry into fits of giggles.

"You stupid, stupid twat! What did you do that for?! I could have crashed the fucking car!"

"Don't be silly, even you're not that bad a driver… "

"Oh my God I could kill you..."

"Oh, grow up."

"I need to grow up?!"

"Yes, or you shan't be receiving your anniversary present."

"What d'ya mean? What anniversary?"

"What d'ya mean 'what d'ya mean,' our anniversary! We met New Year's Eve, remember?"

"Oh... I thought we were just going to Mark and Claire's party?"

"Nope, I've got something else planned."

"Oh Henry, no more. You've spoiled me enough, just a quiet evening will do." 

"Trust me, you're gunna love it. And relax, it'll just be the two of us."

"Well now I'm sure to enjoy it..." 

"Don't worry, there'll still be plenty of drink."

"That's a relief, I always find it a rather solemn occasion..." He ignored her. 

"Aww, how could you forget the night your life changed forever? I can remember it like it was yesterday-- what you looking for?"

"The sick bags." Henry smiled.

"You know, you were the only woman I approached who didn't laugh at my jokes?"

"I laughed at you."

"Mmm... what was it I said again?"

"Er... something along the lines of 'nice dress, lucky you're not any taller." He cackled.

"Well it was bloody short! You still got it?"

"Pretty sure I burned it..."

"And what was it you said to me?"

"Um... 'that's a nice shirt, now hand me that Champagne and fuck off." Henry sighed.

"Yep, I knew right then you were my woman," she rolled her eyes, "you know I've still got that shirt?"

"Why? It was too small even back then..." He carried on ignoring her.

"You know, if we'd married back then we'd have been celebrating our seven-year wedding anniversary tomorrow? What do you get for seven years?"

"... An itch? And what kind of woman would I be if I married you straight away?!"

"A most fortunate one, my love. Do you what some women would give to marry me?"

"That's only cos they don't actually know you!" Henry smirked.

"... When did you realise you loved me?"

"Who said anything about love?!" He tutted.

"... I knew you only wanted me for my body." Henry then shoved the last bit of cake straight into his mouth.

"Oh my God look at the mess you've made! And I can’t believe you bought along a whole Christmas cake-- wait yes I can, it's exactly what you'd bloody do!"

"Then why are you marrying me?!" She sighed.

"I don't know... I must have hit my head and can't remember." 

"Well that explains why you didn't even remember our anniversary!"

"Oh my God, are you gunna be like this after we're married? Wait, we won't have to celebrate both anniversaries will we?" He nodded. "But can't we just roll them into one? I'll celebrate today in fact, call it my "prick-iversary.'"

"Oh stop it. You love this prick. And the man attached to it."

"Sure."

"Yes you do! I bet You’ll be a bigger wreck than me on the day…"

"What d'ya mean? Oh you better not start crying, or I’ll turn around and run!" Henry laughed.

"Well how could I not cry? We don't have enough sex now! What's it gunna be like once we're married?!"

***

She was laying beneath the bed cover with both arms under her pillow. She rocked gently back and forth, brushing her nipples against it and her bottom half against the other pillow between her legs. She didn’t even hear Henry enter the bedroom. "Right I've set up the other controller so— whoa, now! What's going on here?!"

"What does it... look like?"

"I dunno, lemme see…" He leaned over and tried to pull the cover down, causing her to grip the edge and roll onto her side.

"No, I don't think so…" She then closed her eyes, resumed grinding, and began massaging one of her breasts.

"So what am I meant to do?! Just stand here and watch?!"

"No but you can go... listen in the next room... if you like." Henry crossed his arms, his eyes still fixated on her chest.

"... Why are you doing this to me?!" 

"What?! I'm just celebrating our… anniversary."

"By having sex with yourself?!"

"When... do I not?" He tutted.

"How long've you been at it?"

"I've been edging for... nearly an hour."

"Without even using your fingers?! Oh darling, you must be in agony. Here, let me--"

"Henry! Will you please fuck off?!"

"Why?! I only want a little feel! Christ, I bet you're soaked…" Again Henry tried to pull back the cover.

"No don't... I'll cum too fast…" Her breath was short and she struggled to get any more words out. Eventually, she gasped and had to stop. Even beneath the covers, he could see her legs trembling. Henry snapped back up and unzipped his fly.

"Alright, on your back for me, there's a good girl."

"Nope."

"Ollie, that's enough. Get on your back. Now."

***

"Now, why is it you'll only cuddle me after I've fucked your brains out?" 

"… I think you just answered your own question there." She tried to wriggle free of Henry's arms.

"Oh no you don't. Come on, put your head back where it was, you were almost asleep."

"Nope, I'm going for a shower."

"Not yet you're not," he yanked her back and clamped her hip with his thigh so she couldn't move. Right on cue, she yawned as her face nestled into his chest. "I knew you loved listening to my heartbeat…"

"I'm not doing that!"

"Mm-hm, sure." Henry kissed the top of her head. "You know, this reminds me of when we were in lockdown."

"... How I didn't put your head through a window those first couple of weeks, I'll never know." He chuckled.

"Oh behave yourself, you love having me around. Now get some sleep, I'll wake you when it's dinner…” Suddenly her eyes popped open and she pushed at Henry's chest, forcing him to release her. "What did I do wrong now?!" But she quickly shushed him.

"Is that a knock at the door?"

"What? At this time? Who would it be--" she shushed Henry again.

"Can't you hear it? There's definitely someone there…" She rushed to put on a dressing gown and some slippers.

"Where are you going? Stay here, I'll go see who it is." He quickly threw on a tracksuit and jogged downstairs. Five minutes or so later, she could hear Henry clattering about the kitchen.

"Is everything okay, darling?"

"Yes! Dinner just came early, that's all. Go have your shower then come down…" He hoped that would buy him enough time. 

***

She trudged down the stairs about twenty minutes later, hair still wet and yawning like it was already gone midnight. "Darling? What are you doing?" Henry immediately jumped up and her eyes fell to the blanketed lump on the floor behind him. "What's that?" He stepped aside with a huge grin.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" Warily she took a few steps forward, glancing toward the counter before she crouched to the floor. 

"Wait, where's the food--" she'd never been in more shock than when she lifted off the blanket. 

"… Well? What do you think?" A lump had already formed in her throat. There, fast asleep, was a fluffy and very chunky Akita puppy. She quickly covered her face with her hands. "Ollie?" Henry dashed forwards and flung his arms around her. "Shhh it's alright... no! Don't cry, darling!" He soon found himself wiping away a tear or two of his own. Through no fault of her own, Ollie wasn't very demonstrative. But that moment was easily the happiest Henry had ever seen her.

“You got me… a… puppy? Really?" She could hardly talk for crying. He nodded as he wiped her face.

"Do you like her?"

"It's a girl?!" She sobbed harder, causing Henry to chuckle and kiss the top of her head.

"Of course! I didn't want you to feel outnumbered anymore. Here, do you wanna hold her?"

"No! Let her sleep…" She sunk to the floor anyway and began carefully stroking her fur. He took a seat beside her and continued drying her face. "I can't believe it, she's perfect... thank you so much. Even though you've got me crying like an idiot." Henry snorted.

“Well, I had to find the perfect girl for my other perfect girl! And I'm sorry, she was meant to be dropped off tomorrow but her breeders wanted to avoid the New Year's Eve traffic," he could see her face fall "what's wrong darling? Look, I know I've sprung this on you, and Kal and I are hard work enough, so if you're not ready it's fine I can--"

"No, it's not that! It's just… well what about Kal?" Their beloved boy was still fast asleep on the rug in the living room. "He's an older gentleman now, he won't appreciate being terrorised by a puppy--"

"Relax! they've already been introduced. Multiple times, in fact. It's what I was doing these last couple of months whenever I got a spare Sunday. She's super chill so he's fine with her. We were lucky, she was also the only girl in the litter--"

"Wait a minute, you kept her from me for months?!" 

"Well we had to be sure she had the right temperament! Akita's usually prefer being the only dog so--" she clamped a hand over Henry's mouth.

"It was a joke! She's absolutely beautiful, how old is she? Is she going to stay this colour?" The excitement in her voice made his heart sing.

"Should do, and she's just over four months. A friend of mine's already offered to train her to be a therapy dog when she's a bit older, he says she's perfect for it. And that way she can give you all the cuddles I can't when I'm away. Don't worry though, I'll continue toilet and crate training her in the meantime--" 

"No-- I want you to show me, I've never had a puppy before!"

"Are you sure? It'll be quicker just to teach her," she swatted Henry's arm "so, what are you gunna call her?" She thought for a moment.

"Copper!"

"Copper?!"

"Yeah, I mean... she looks that colour and I think it's also the seventh wedding anniversary gift?"

"Then Copper it is! Happy early anniversary, darling..." He planted a kiss on her lips and she felt the annoying, all too familiar sense of dread. "Darling? What is it?"

"It's nothing, I just... why are you doing all of this for me? First the cottage, and now this... it's not like I've done anything to deserve it--"

"Ollie, stop right there. I..." Henry paused for a moment, struggling to find the right words. "I know your life's not been the easiest, and being with me hasn't made it much easier--"

"Henry--"

"No, let me finish. I hope with time and the help of your sessions, you'll find it easier to trust people. But either way, I'll never stop trying to prove myself to you. Ever. You deserve the world, darling." She wiped away more tears. 

"Stop it. I left the sick bags in the car..." He grinned. "I feel terrible though, I didn't get you anything for our anniversary!" 

"Darling, you've had a lot on your mind. Though there is one thing you could do..." 

"Jesus, we were only at it an hour ago... or is that more like three days ago?" Henry smirked.

"I didn't mean that! Although, as soon as you've recovered just let me know..." She rolled her eyes. "I was actually going to ask you to play Sonic Frontiers with me." Her loving smile disappeared so quickly from her face that he burst out laughing.

"Fine. Copper's worth it. But no bloody cheating! Oh and--" she whispered something in Henry's ear. 

"... Really?! That's what made you fall in love with me?!" They both roared with laughter and shared another kiss.

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Wedding dress - Modern!AU | Prologue

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Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family... and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions... let alone about the wedding...

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut. 

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 1.8K

Aemond doesn’t even know her name. However, it is not something that he would need to know, right? Yes. Right. Correct. Perfect as usual. He listens how the water that is falling from the shower splash against her skin. He closes his eye, still listening. Her bare skin against his. How she bit her lower lip when he just entered in her cunt. She really liked it, she really needed it… needed him… But, he didn’t ask her for her name. It would be ridiculous to ask now. She didn’t asked for his either. She is not like others, like little puppies asking for a little bit attention. She just wanted a shag and she get it. That’s all. And it’s fine with him, right? Right. He is not a teenager, looking for the love of his life. He just saw her sitting at the bar, smiling with his friends, chatting, she blushed when their gazes met with that pretty smile, He was alone and smirked…  He finished his drink and she went to the bathroom… he followed her… her back against the cold wall, he was so proud of his capture… she tried to say something… he kissed her and she spread her legs to him…  her mobile phone starts to vibrated. All his thoughts are old history, and he is waked up from them by her mobile phone. Far better. He stills lying down in his bed; it was a good time, not the better of his life but… Someone is calling her; he can see the illuminated screen.

She appears again, her body covered by one of his towels. Actually, she looks terrible right now. Her eyes barely can meet his gaze. She just approaches to the table night and picked up her phone. “Dammit” she whispers.

He wants to ask her if everything is all right, but he plays cold, he is the hunter and she is the prey. “Your boyfriend wants to know where you are, little girl?” he teases her, mocking her. He stands up from the bed and licks his lips before his words “Tell him that you have finished the time of your life and you are about to have it again” He whispers in her ear and kisses his shoulder, caressing her arms.

“I have to go, sorry” she replies to his words nervous, and she starts to dress herself. Aemond is so confused, what the hell is going on? She doesn’t need more? She doesn’t want to have sex again? Normally he is the one who leaves in first place the bed, who calls a taxy for them… it´s his way to say: “Thank you for taking part! I will not call you again”, but she doesn’t even ask for his name or his telephone number, she is just going to leave. So easy.  

He gets dress with his comfy clothes and escorts her to the apartment door. Her face is like in a funeral, and maybe he is a little bit worried about her, but his façade doesn’t show any emotion. “Hmm, it was fine, it wasn’t?” he smiles waiting for her reply. Normally, the women tells him how incredible was, how they will waiting for his call… she looks away in the moment that he opens the door. The girl opens her mouth to say something, but he grabs her collar with one his big hands while the other travels to catch her hips. He kisses her; his tongue explores her mouth, slowly. She tastes so sweet, so innocent. And this is the same girl who begged for his cock? He doesn’t want this to end. Aemond´s lips end that kiss with a wet sound and curl into a temptress smile “I will go tomorrow to drink again at the bar, Maybe we could spent another time like this… I was wondering if you want my number…”

“No” she replies with her eyes wide, she looks like a deer in the middle of the road, headlights blinding her. Her face is pure sorrow “I have to go” she only can say that. Aemond comes backs to his reality, is not his problem, it´s hers. Her eyes are so wet, it´s looks like that she is about to start to cry. However, she just leaves, not looking back. Aemond is so confused. He only closes his apartment door. What is his problem? Yes, it´s not his problem, it’s a just only-night girl. That´s all. He looks to the sofa, Vaghar, his cat, is lying down there. Her accusatory eyes know the truth: then why you offer her your number, Aemond?  Maybe, she is the wisest in that room.

 Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. It´s the only word that you can have right now on your mind. Fuck. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Well, sometimes there is a “Fuck”, or two, or three… your little and short black dress will never be the same, and your high heels inside of your handbag, you don’t think you are in conditions to foot them. Your legs just shaking. And all you can think is because there are trembling like that for the guilt… and not the guilty pleasure that this handsome guy just finished to give you. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. It was supposed to be just an outing with her friends, maybe two drinks… and come back to home… something simple. You sighs, you fucked all for the first time in your life.

At last, you can sight Alara´s car. Your best friend looks at you with such concern that you just feel worst. “(Y/N), are you alright? I was just so worried, you went disappearance… and…” She just screams in the moment that you open the car´s door. “I was going to call Jace and…”

“And you called him?” You ask, your face went pale, sitting in the car´s seat.  

“Of course not, I didn´t want to worry him. You told me that about his important project and all that shit. I was sure I would find you” she explains and starts the engine again “What were you doing here? In the posh part of the city?”

“Alara… I just fucked up all” you star to cry in silence. “I don’t know why… what the fuck I was thinking?” In that moment, Alara realizes what happened or at least she has an idea about what could happened, but it was just a matter of time. You are happy with Jace, of course, you are, but Happiness is not satisfaction. You don’t feel butterflies when you are with him, you don’t feel his kiss how is supposes to be, and you never told her, but she can bet that you´ve never cum with Jace. The problem is that he is your first guy, and you thought that it will be forever… yes, it was supposed to be until this night. She wants to ask, she wants to know… who was him? Was it a good session of sex or just a quickie?

“Well, C’est la vie! Speak up with Jace, tell him what happened… and cancel the wedding. I think that I can still get my refund of my dress” she tries to joke, but even she knows is a bad moment for joking. She sighs. Her attention is still on the road, but she can listen how you sob. Yeah, Thanks Alara for remember you that you are going to marry Jace. That makes you feel better and you just start to cry again. Alara nods her head “Look, (Y/N), I always knew that this was going to happen. He is your first choice, and normally first choices are the best choices, or not, who knows? But He is a puppy, and you don’t need a puppy, you need a wolf… a dragon…” She chuckles.

“I don’t know what to do…” You simply cry. This is bullshit, this is… the end. Yes, the fucking end and it´s all your fault.

“Really? Oh, c´mon, (Y/N)!! You deserve more than the missionary position”

“He is a good man, he doesn’t deserve what I did to him”

“Of course not! But he has sought it, always so sweet, I told him, you don’t need a sweet man, you need a rude boy”

“I don’t know…”

“Yes, you perfectly Know. And don’t think that you will finish your days alone and unmarried, just remember how that guy of the patch looked at you on the bar. He had his eye on you and… Oh!” she gulps; something in her brain starts to think. It´s not rocket science. “Oh my god! You´ve just shaft a lower copy of your father-in law!” She starts to laugh “My little vicious girl!” She can´t stop laughing.

You blush at the thought. Your cheeks turn red while you stop crying a little bit. Maybe, this guy is a silly copy of Daemon, but… No! Please, Gods, no. He was much more handsome, he was handsome as hell. However, you love Jace. Yes! You are so sure of your feelings, pretty sure actually. This was just… a stupid act, you´ve never done something like this before. You just wanted how is to fuck with another guy. Yes, yes, yes, it was simply that. And now, you know that you feel so great with Jace… so, so great. It´s not like this guy just make you cum only with his gaze or his voice, True? Well, you don’t know what to think. ‘You are good little slut’ he moaned in you hear. Your pussy tightened around his cock. You´ve never experimented something like that. He just smirked. He knew where to touch, what to say… and you have a soo good feeling in your lower stomach, never experimented… No, for the god´s shakes, you truly love Jace, that was just a silly moment. You just felt horny at the bar, because never before any man has looked at you like that guy did. That was all, and the alcohol made the rest. Well, you didn’t drink alcohol in that moment, but… yes, that was, just a stupid decision.

“I´m not going to tell anything to Jace” you just let on. Alara just look at you, jaw-dropping.

“What? (Y/N), look…” She starts to say, but you speak up quickly.

“I´m not going to meet this guy again in my entire life, it was a silly choice, I´ve realized, I love Jace, I will marry him in my perfect dress, we will have two children just like he wants… even we will have a fucking perfect golden retriever!!!!!” you shout angry, full of rage, maybe with the situation, maybe with you, maybe because you will never meet this man again… But that´s true, you will never meet him. At least, this is what you believe.

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@informedimagining tagged me to share some writing (I know it was forever ago, but I am slow 🙈) You shared some original work, so here's a little bit of an original piece that hopefully I'll be able to finish one of these days.

“In college I was dating this girl, and I was in love with her… and it was intense in that desperate, immediate way that I think only your first love can be. I was nineteen and still figuring out who I was, and she… she was herself, but consecutively. You know what I mean?” Alice laughed. “No. Not at all.” Dylan sipped his beer. His eyes soft, staring, unfocused at the rippling grain in the wood of the table. “It was like she was trying on different ways of being in the world, but each time she would commit so fully she would convince herself. When I met her, she was an artist. She would make these beautiful paintings of people we knew, and she would paint them into these strange alien landscapes with these odd, haunting buildings that were half built or maybe half destroyed. She would have the people looking calmly out of the painting and they would be dwarfed by the wild, strangeness of the backgrounds. I loved the paintings… They were half comfort, half frightening. Kind of like being alone in the country and looking into the sky, seeing all the stars. You just feel so small and insignificant, but also full of uncontrollable life, you know. Like you could be anything and nothing at the same time.” He looked up suddenly, his blue eyes focused on hers. The soft red light from the bar lit him from behind, catching the shag of his hair, framing his face in a warm glow. It occurred to her that they were both quite drunk, but she felt cocooned by the darkness and noise of the bar and a nervous-excited lightness percolated in her stomach. “I’ve always found it a bit fascinating that that is such a universally comforting feeling - that no matter how much people might crave control in every other aspect of their lives, the quickest route to feeling freedom is to feel completely inconsequential.”  “Yeah,” he murmured, looking back down at his drink. “Then one day, she just threw all the paintings away and never made any more.” “Did she say why?” Dylan shook his head. “I don’t know if she could explain it. I suppose we all take different routes to knowing ourselves, and I think sometimes it’s easier to know what doesn’t feel right than to know what does. These days she works in an office. She got married a couple years ago. I think she’s happy, and I’m happy for her. But it still feels strange to know this piece of her that I loved that she chose not to keep.”

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[igotsnothing]

Morgyn and Caleb are always a couple in my saves. I just can't have them apart. They're adorable and precious together; they're my luvvy go-tos after I've been writing angst.

They're currently engaged and planning their wedding. They're trying to decide on the music...

Morgyn: What if we got a big band to play 1940s style, like Glenn Miller or Duke Ellington?

Caleb: That's classy! Do you know how to shag?

Morgyn: ...Is that something dirty, darling?

Caleb: It was a popular dance back then!

Morgyn: Darn it! I was hoping...

Morgyn: Ooh! I know! How about 80s style? We'll get a Wedding Singer. We'll have a can of Aquanet at every table and distribute shoulder pads to everyone!

Caleb: Ha! We can get our wedding pictures taken at Glamour Shots!

Morgyn: With lasers in the background!

Caleb: I'll be happy with whatever you choose because I love to dance with you and we always have a good time whatever we do, but you know the song I want to dance with you once we are married, right?

Morgyn: I do, and it's perfect. I can't wait to call you mine.

Caleb: Oh, but I am already. ❤️

#the sims 4 #sims 4 vampires #the sims 4 realm of magic #morgyn ember #caleb vatore #cagyn #they're too cute #i love the second picture #they look like they're having so much fun #i love them #relationship goals #that 80s video is something else #and the song is so bubbly fun #they love music #and dancing

[tediousdelusion]

the absolutely most chaotic modern steddy hands au i can imagine is established couple ed and izzy with recently out divorce attorney stede.

like, izzy and ed got married young. maybe because they were drunk in vegas. maybe for the spousal immunity since they are and always have been involved in some less than reputable dealings. but they aren't exactly a "real" married couple in their own minds even tho they live together and their lives are needlessly intermingled.

ed is going through his midlife crisis. he's unhappy, wants to find out that there's more to life. and izzy is done with his shit after the most recent flight of fancy. because i love irony, i think that he buys a boat and comes up with some flimsy justification for why he needs it for "business purposes."

and so izzy threatens divorce, like he has a million times. and ed doesn't buy it because izzy is all talk. but izzy is serious this time - or at least he wants ed to think he's serious - and so he goes and hires a lawyer. not some bus stop lawyer either, no. he wants the real deal and his name is on the joint account, dammit, so ed's money can pay for it too.

enter stede bonnet, divorce attorney at law.

stede is from one of those old legal families. his father was a lawyer and his grandfather was a lawyer and his great-grandfather was... well, you get it. and stede doesn't really want to be a lawyer, but he doesn't have much choice in the matter. his biggest rebellion is practicing family law instead of becoming in house counsel for an investment bank.

for forty-odd years he plays the part of the good son, well after his father is dead. marries the girl he is supposed to, has two kids, a nice house, a steady job. and sure, he's never really happy happy, but he's a divorce attorney! every day he sees marriages so much worse than his own that he figures what he and mary have must be the best a person could hope for.

until woops! actually, no! his marriage is just as bad as half his clients' and now he's going through this whole process himself and oh, yes, on top of it all, he just realized that he's gay!

so between chauffeuring the kids, reading about all the gay culture he's missed in the past four decades, and catching up on his other cases, he ends up meeting one izzy hands. sad case, stede hates to see the end of a long marriage, but it seems easy enough.

except things aren't easy at all because 1) izzy and ed don't actually want to get divorced and 2) stede is starting to fall for ed, izzy's enigmatic and charming husband.

ed is falling for stede, too. of course he is! stede is interesting and new - he comes from this old family tradition that ed's never seen before, but he's also creative and witty and fascinated by ed. and so ed takes it upon himself to help introduce stede to gay culture, preferably by a hands on demonstration.

izzy knows what's going on. of course he does. he's seen ed take interest in someone before, knows what it looks like. but what he doesn't like is that stede is starting to return his interest. stede is izzy's fucking lawyer. if anyone should get to fuck him, it should be izzy.

cue a series of rom-com style hijinks where ed and izzy are both trying to seduce stede, stede is trying to save izzy and ed's marriage, and all three of them think they know what the others want. for more angst and more comedy, you can throw in some actual ethical rules, like how lawyers aren't supposed to start fucking their clients. (there's also a lot of conflict of interest here but shhhhhhhh)

of course, this ends in a throuple. exactly how could go a few ways. maybe izzy walks in on ed and stede and stede is waiting to be fired, but izzy just loosens his tie and joins them in bed. maybe they make it all the way to the first court appearance and when the judge asks if they really want the divorce they're like, nah. he's shagging the lawyer but i guess i want to be fucking him too. maybe stede forces them all to go to lucius sponsored couples counseling and they get perma-banned when they start making out on the couch.

anyway, no matter how it happens, i think stede quits divorce work to become izzy and ed's criminal defense attorney and they all have a long and morally bankrupt good time together

#steddy hands #steddyhands #is it one word or two??? #izzy hands #i just think it would be funny your honor #ofmd #our flag means death #trying out just posting ideas that i wont actually execute #bonus points if izzy and stede actually meet before izzy hires him #like stede fucks up his car or smth and izzy meets him at the side of the road and is a real dick about it #and then shows up at the office like 45 min later to hire stede #the revenge crew all works for the firm in this #in varying roles #like i think that jim would be the pi #oluwande is the paralegal #roach runs the cafe in the building #frenchie would be better at the front desk but buttons would be so much funnier #ed this whole time is just making stede's job harder but more fun #stede: i am representing your husband in the divorce and i need to go over some papers with you #ed: okay i will meet with you but only at 8pm at a queer bar

[around1302]

XVIII. EASY LIKE

SPARE PARTS: a series (18/20)

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

(W) strong language, alcohol use

THIRD PERSON’S POV

Not that Harry would ever admit it, aloud or to himself, but he wants a Sunday kind of love. Since he realised he’d never want that with anyone Charlie, he’d chased Saturday. Friday. Hell, even Tuesday. But Sunday was what he needs, what he craves.

He wants lazy mornings and hazy nights. He wants domestic strolls through parks and boring conversations about what to eat for tea. He wants shopping trips for lettuce and chicken and milk, and he wants all the petty arguments that come with that.

It’s why, despite his grin, he feels just a little dead inside raising his glass to his best friend and his fiancé. Because shit, he has his Sunday, every week for the rest of his life (if all goes to the legally binding plan).

“Glad to see you’ve come around,” Niall mumbles to Harry after the table collapses back into chatter. “Stopped sulking like a kid, at least.”

“I’m paying for the meal, aren’t I?” Harry snaps, failing to maintain the disproving-father esc persona he’s adapted about this whole thing the moment Niall cracks a smile.

Yeah, it took a few days (weeks) for Harry to not think Niall getting married at twenty-one is absolutely batshit, and sure, that was fuelled by his own jealousy – but right now, sat around the small party he decided to throw together to say sorry, he can say he’s genuinely happy for the couple.

Las Vegas, Nevada, of all places.

“Just promise me you won’t get married by an Elvis while we’re here.”

“Can’t promise that, my friend.” Niall winks, laughing around his fork.

Harry rolls his eyes, indulging in another hefty sip of his whiskey because for the first time coming to the country – drum roll please – the band are legal. Vis-a-vis: available to get completely and utterly fucked up in Vegas, finally.

Charlie, on the opposing side of the table within the bustling restaurant, feels a similar gut-wrenching nausea about the whole ordeal, and so has spent the last half hour gulping down wine like there’s no tomorrow.

Specifically, no literal show to perform tomorrow.

Charlie and Amelia have always been equals in their romanticism. Ever since they were little girls, they would binge watch rom-coms – resulting in avoiding one-night stands like the plague because they both held out for that meet-cute they’d been promised they’d get by Hugh Grant or Julia Roberts or Heath Ledger.

Except Amelia got her meet-cute. And what did Charlie get? The bottom of this bottle.

“Psst.”

Maybe.

Charlie frowns over her glass, the grapejuice slipping down her throat smoothly at this point. Harry’s nodding towards the exit, eyes bright and hopeful like she might actually consider escaping her best friend’s engagement dinner. Which, she might have, if said best friend wasn’t on her left, cheeks aching with happiness.

She is happy for Amelia, she is. She’s just… bitter, too.

Charlie shakes her head, trying to discreetly nod toward Amelia.

“Bathroom.” Harry mouths.

“No.” Charlie mouths back. “I’m not shagging–”

���What are you doing?”

Charlie jumps at the sudden intrusion of Louis’ voice coming from her right, the red wine nearly painting her white shirt crimson. When she flickers her eyes back at Harry, he’s talking to Liam. Sneaky.

“What are you doing?” Charlie fires back, hiccuping.

“Are you fucking hammered already?” There’s a teasing lilt to Louis’ tone, but concern peaks through. Charlie doesn’t like it, she’s stored enough pity over the years, she doesn’t need anymore.

“No.” Charlie lies. Well, half-lies. Tipsy is closer to the truth.

“You alright?” Louis lowers his voice, furrowing his brows.

“Fine.” Charlie bites, lifting her glass again – except it’s empty. She sets it down, quickly searching for her next bottle.

“Dude, come on. You know I’m always down for a bender, but save it for later, yeah?”

“Oh, fuck off.” Charlie snorts, lips lifting in a near hurrah as she spots an unopened bottle of white in the centre of the table. Just as she stretches for it, Louis swipes it before her fingers can land on her saviour and moves it out of reach. “Louis, don’t be a prick.”

“Slow down, mate.” Louis hisses between his teeth.

If Louis is telling you to slow down, something’s wrong.

“Am I not allowed to celebrate my friends? Everyone else here is drinking.”

“Yeah, everyone else is on their second glass. Not their second bottle.”

“Stop trying to be my fucking dad and let me enjoy myself.”

As Charlie becomes more desperate, for the alcohol or to convince herself she doesn’t need it, she’s unsure, her voice raises – garnering the attention of a few. It’s only the band, Zayn and Amelia at the table; making it not too hard of a task to swallow the conversation into a spotlight.

“I’m going to the loo.” She mumbles, her chair screeching painfully against the wood while she makes towards the exit.

Harry takes the opportunity to quickly run after her, barely even bothering with an excuse as to why he’s following Charlie like her back’s on fire and he has the only pale of water. He just does, till she’s rounding the corner and he grabs her waist, pulling her towards the wall.

“What– Jesus, Harry, you scared the shit out of me.” Charlie pants, holding her palm over her chest as her heart tries to calm. The hallway’s dimly lit, the restaurant fading to blurry background noise and it’s just them – just Harry’s hands on her skin, Harry’s eyes searching hers for some kind of indication she’s okay, Harry’s breathing as laboured as hers in their haste.

“I’m not fucking you in a restaurant, I was trying to make that clear at the table.” Charlie folds her arms, leaning against the wall. Harry’s fingers slip from her waist as he scoffs.

“I wasn’t– that’s not what I wanted. Or want. That’s not why I’ve come after you.”

“Fine, then what?” Charlie doesn’t know why she’s snapping, she’s just kind of tired of everyone right now and just really wants to go out or go to bed.

Harry chews on his bottom lip for a second, trying to find the right thing to say, before he just settles on a quiet, “this sucks, doesn’t it?”

Charlie meets his eye. Blinks once. Twice. Sighs.

“I feel so selfish, but yeah. This sucks.”

Harry gingerly leans against the wall beside Charlie, blowing a stray curl from his face, looking up at the ceiling. To say it’s a restaurant in Vegas, it’s painted oddly like the ceilings they saw in Italy.

“I thought I’d have a bit more time before we started doing this shit.”

“Mhm,” Charlie agrees, scratching anxiously at her arm, “I feel like I’m behind.”

“No,” Harry’s quick to shake his head, “they’re just ridiculously fucking fast.”

Charlie huffs out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah. Although it was always going to happen with them. Whether it was now or in ten years time.”

Harry nods, and they stand in a comforting silence – held by a bitterness only they can understand and justify.

“Do you…” Charlie starts, then stops.

Harry turns, watching Charlie through heavy lids. The whiskey’s beginning to catch up with him.

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think if you weren’t… this, you would’ve found someone already?”

Harry would be lying if he said he didn’t feel his stomach plummet. He and Charlie hadn’t really talked about what they were since that night in Italy, he didn’t want her to run away and she was still dipping her toes in denial if she was honest with herself. But, he had assumed…

Well. Wrongly assumed, he supposes.

And yet, the whiskey speaks for him.

“No.” His eyes drop to her lips.

His gaze is searing, even in her peripheral. So searing she has to turn, her breath hitching at the way he’s looking at her. Like she’s his last meal, like she’s water in the desert, like she’s the sun itself. And yet, there’s a hint of frustration through the flames. Disappointment. Sadness.

“Sorry.” She whispers, unsure of what she’s even apologising for.

“Charlie, I can’t keep… I don’t want to be… I’m…”

Harry can’t find the right words, any words, but it doesn’t matter. Charlie knows what he’s trying to get at, and he’s right. They’re beyond complicated at this point, despite everything between them being painfully simple.

“I want… I want you, Harry. I told you that.”

“But then you say shit like that–”

“I misspoke.” Charlie rushes to say.

Harry pokes his tongue to his cheek.

He opens his mouth, then closes it. Hesitating. Thinking. Debating.

“What if we’re just lonely?” Harry whispers.

Harry knows he doesn’t just want Charlie because he feels behind on the whole relationship front. Harry’s wanted Charlie for as long as he’s known her name; what he’s really asking is that of Charlie. He can’t be a fix for empty beds, he can’t be a fix for empty days.

He needs to be it for her.

Charlie swallows, thickly. “I think we all are.”

It doesn’t answer his question, but it’s good enough for now.

Harry lifts his palm to her cheek, so gently it’s as if she’s porcelain. Charlie leans into his touch, habit at this point, and tilts so she can kiss his soft skin. He straightens, holding her face in both his hands now, and rubs his thumb over her lips like he has so many times.

He contemplates saying it. He knows he wants Charlie, but loving her is an entirely different thing. But here, now, her brown eyes sparkling ardently at him as he traces her features with the pads of his calloused fingers, it feels like the only words from the English language he can remember.

“Charlie, I–”

“What’s the hold– oh.”

Charlie tears her face away so fast she nearly gives herself whiplash, because shit. Zayn is stood by the entryway, frozen on the scene

If anything, Zayn needed to see this. After years of her own pining, of having to watch him chat girls up on nights out and give out free (shitty) drinks at Malibu’s to whoever batted their eyelashes enough, he needed to feel the same ache she did.

So why does she feel so guilty?

“Right,” Zayn nearly scoffs, “of course.”

She can’t tell if he’s mad or what, but anxiety bubbles in her chest and only boils hotter by Harry stepping forward.

“Look, mate–”

“Leave it, yeah? It’s fine.” Zayn’s hard eyes shift from Harry to Charlie. They don’t soften, not like they usually do. Like they have every time he’s looked at her for the last four years. “Happy for you both.”

Zayn leaves, presumably back to the table. Charlie starts after him, but Harry hooks his arm around her waist, stopping her.

“I need to talk to him–”

“You don’t owe him shit, Charlie.”

“We lied to him.” Charlie writhes from Harry’s grip.

“We what?” Harry laughs humourlessly.

“Look, you don’t understand. Everyone else but him knew about… us, and he’s the one person who probably should have known.”

“Why? Because you slept with him a few times years ago?”

“It was more than that and you know it. You also know he’s wanted to–”

“Start things up again, yeah I know.” Harry’s jaw clenches.

Charlie leans back, taken aback by his tone.

“Look, I just don’t think you have anything to apologise for. He’s a big boy, he’ll get over it.”

“You’re his friend too, you don’t feel even the slightest bit guilty?”

“Not really, no.”

Charlie blows air from her nose sharply. “What a good fuckin’ friend you are.”

“From the way I see it, Charlie, I’ve been in love with you for six years and he’s just decided he wants you after messing you around for fuck knows how long. If anyone’s the shit friend, it’s not me.”

“He– wait, you– what?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Shit, no, that’s not– that’s not how I wanted to say it.” Harry presses the heel of his palm to his forehead before raking his fingers through his hair. Charlie practically gapes at him.

“You… you love me? You’ve loved me? This whole time?”

Harry exhales, keeping his hand at the back of his head. “I told you.” He deadpans, trying to keep any fraction of strength about him.

“No, you told me you had a crush on me. Being in love with me is a bit fucking different.”

“It just slipped out!” He lifts his arm in the air.

“Never fucking mind that, you’re in love with me?”

“Jesus, Charlie,” Harry covers his face, “drop it, man, it was an accident.”

“You can’t ‘man’ me after confessing that–”

“Fuck, fine, yes, I love you! I’ve loved you for years and I’ll probably go on loving you for years, and I’m sorry I’m telling you like this, and I’m sorry I’m telling you at all but–”

The air’s knocked out of him, literally, as Charlie rushes into him. Into his lips. She grips his shirt like he’ll disappear if she doesn’t, and kisses him with every inch as he holds her back and prays he’s not hallucinating to escape what was a very, very bad situation.

It’s as if then, in that moment, with those words, everything made sense for Charlie. From sixteen to twenty-two, every second of it. Every flirty compliment disguised as a snarky comment. Every argument started because she wanted to sit in conversation with him for a minute, even if it just entailed a whole bunch of yelling.

Every pillow thrown or insult hurtled or eye rolled just to be in that space with him, just for a minute.

Poppy, and when he was the one who would be there on her every coping-bender just to make sure she got home safe.

Their first kiss, when he begged her to do it again.

“Does this mean–” Harry breathed against her lips when they finally parted.

“I don’t know if I love you,” Charlie admitted, keeping him close. He nudged her nose with his. “But I think I could. I think… what’s pre-love?”

Harry popped a dimple. “Like?” He tried not to be mocking.

“That.” Charlie laughed at herself. “I like you, Harry.”

Harry kissed her again, cradling her jaw to mold himself to her in a way only he could fit.

“Say it again.” He practically panted.

Charlie pulled his bottom lip between her teeth, swallowing his whimper.

“I like you.” A peck. “I want you.” Another. “I’m so through,” a third, “with pretending I could ever hate you.”

“God, I love you,” Harry swept her face up into another kiss, and another, and another, until their lips were bruised and they had no breath left to swap.

“I do need to talk to Zayn, though. Even if you don’t think I need to.”

Harry nodded, biting back his opinion on the matter.

Because nothing did matter, nothing but Charlie, and the fact after six painful years; she likes him.

“I’m just… surprised. I shouldn’t be, probably figured something was up when he practically shoved you in his room in Italy.”

Charlie stood at the foot of Zayn’s bed as he sat there, raking his hands over his blonde buzz. This conversation was always going to be hard, but Charlie knew deep down it was never going to work.

He broke her heart too badly those years ago, and she couldn’t dive those waters again. Especially not after realising there’s only ever really been one sea she could swim in.

“I’m sorry.” He finally sighs.

Charlie frowns. “You don’t–”

“I do.” He stands, and for the first time in a long time, her breath doesn’t catch when his aftershave invades her senses. It’s just… him. Nothing more. “We were good, we were friends, then I went and fucked things up again.”

“Zayn, look,” Charlie fumbles with her shirt hem, then drops it. She needs to stand straight for this conversation. “It was never normal between us. You might have thought it was, but I always felt… God, I don’t know, weird. It’s probably why I kissed you in London. I just pushed everything away for the sake of the guys, for you, but I never got closure.”

Zayn rubs his stubble. “Shit, Charlie. I didn’t know…”

“I didn’t tell you.” She shrugs.

“Yeah, but I should’ve– Jesus. I’m sorry. I’ve been a fucking prick.”

“No, you–” Charlie stops herself. She recalls Harry’s words, then thinks about herself (for maybe the first time ever when it comes to Zayn). “A little. Yeah, you’ve been a bit of a prick. But maybe that’s why we needed to rehash all of this.”

Zayn sits back down, Charlie joining him.

“I always thought we were just casual. I didn’t think it needed to be talked about, but I was stupid for that.”

Charlie pinches her fingers together, and Zayn chuckles lowly.

“I never meant to hurt you, you know how much I care about you.”

Charlie nudges his shoulder with hers. “I know. You’re just no good with this stuff.”

Zayn looks up at the ceiling, blowing air into his cheeks.

“Where do we go from here?”

“Maybe we can actually restart. As proper friends this time, no weird, unresolved tension.”

“That sounds good.”

Charlie holds her palm out. A peace offering. Zayn breathes a half-laugh, but takes it.

“Proper friends.” He affirms, shaking her hand once.

“Proper friends.”

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[thisismeracing]

I- I loved these new layers!!!!! Hahaha//

queen I have layers for dayzzz. I’ve spent the last 2+days hyper fixating on this couple. the lore that my silly little brain has thought up is wiiild. So forgive me if I become annoying. Just tell me to stop and I will. No hard feelings

Adding the online hate and maybe, just a tiny bity of toto not supporting their relationship at first or jugding and yup reader goes all in to keep it a secret and mick is 100% the supportive partner making sure she knows theres nothing wrong with their decision.//

oh this was something I was thinking about too. like I don’t even see this as being anything major either. like it’s wasn’t Toto issuing ultimatums or fuck smashing any headphones. he was just skeptical. He knows his child and she is a sensitive girl. wasn’t sure if Little Wolff had what it took to be in a relationship like this. I’ve kinda head cannoned that she’s not a social media person, she doesn’t like attention for attention sake, she’s almost the antithesis of your stereotypical gen z(very similar to Lance’s vibe. Happy with his safe people. Quite otherwise). So Toto is rightly concerned. He knows that dating a driver specially a Schumacher, whether they like it or not going to cause some media attention. I think in the beginning just assumed it would be a short-lived relationship and was just hoping that he didn’t have to pick sides. Or that anybody got their feelings too hurt. As soon as he realized that this was serious, his attitude completely changed. Very supportive. But. I do think that that’s stuck around in the back of little Wolff’s mind whether she realized it or not. So when all the drama happened and she found out she was pregnant, she made the choice to keep her normal routine, just hiding as long as she could physically and then to subtly drop off the face of the planet for the last couple months that she couldn’t hid it. She just kinda because a homebody. And just made sure that any video calls were chest up. Don’t think it would be too hard to hid with how crazy the end of the year schedule is and then does anyone really expect the young couple to be around during the first couple weeks of break?? The answers no. Everyone except them to be held up somewhere shagging like rabbits.

The seb part!! Gosh. That golden boy menace has my heart. Always has always will. But there just something about him being beekeeper age that just hits different 😝

AND NOW MICK TELLING TOTO TO KEEP IT DOWN SO IT WONT STRESS HIS WIFE KAMCKWJNFNS AAAAAAAAAAA *fanning myself w my hands oof 🤭😮‍💨*//

and like they’re not married! Micks just been calling her that especially in the hospital b/c everyone’s just assumed. But in his mind. Like that’s his WIFE. She will not be disappointed after giving him this magical gift. Mick doesn’t give a fuck if Toto is technically his boss. Muck doesn’t care if he has to go full NEPO baby. He’s a Schumacher, he’ll challenge all of his father’s BDE/psychological warfare to keep that woman happy.

Alright, you got me into the secret baby train choo choo //

Aw but see the great thing about the secret baby train is if it’s done well it’s not the main plot point. Like just a stop. There’s already so much going on it’s just kinda swept away.

I won't ever get annoyed with thots, you can keep them coming as long as you want <3

wasn’t sure if Little Wolff had what it took to be in a relationship like this. // I think papa wolff is protective enough to have a hard time picturing his girl in any relationship, ti doesn't matter if its with a driver or a regular dude, toto just doesn't really vibe with this idea. he's used to be the one who protects her, and he's used to be the one she runs to hide behind, he won't admit it but he's jealous of sharing this duty with someone else.

Mick doesn’t give a fuck if Toto is technically his boss. // they blurred the lines the second he started dating wolff!reader so at this point he doesn't even try to be the nicest, he's honest, and he's clear about his priority and who she wants to please and that is wolff!reader and nobody else, she's the only wolff he'll get shit from (and jackie because jackie absolutely adores mick -cue to baby fever and all- although toto tried making his youngest pick the wolff family side, jack loves the schumachers way too much).

#millies inbox #ms47 #anon #thots #mick schumacher #f1 x reader #wolff!reader

[sitp-recs]

Omg do u have fic recs of Harry just flopping down pining for draco🤣 I saw the past you reblogged earlier

Hahaha I wondered if someone would ask this after seeing that post! My memory is bad for details but I’m pretty sure Harry pined hard in his bed at some point here:

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One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #pining Harry #aka the superior trope

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

Philip came to us today. He heard I was sick and just wanted to stop by.

I took the opportunity to talk to him about Ana. I asked him why Ana wanted to make a false statement for him in court? Ana wants to pretend she’s Philip’s partner, so he can get custody of Annabelle.

To my surprise, P. never asked Ana to make a false statement for him. He also told me, that he & Ana were/are just friends, which Ana also said. But as it looked, my sister had some dates with one of P.’s lawyers, who was 10 years older! 😯😄

A little later, N., P. and I wanted to head out for dinner. So I went to change quickly. I was no longer than 5 minutes upstairs in the bedroom changing. The two probably thought that I would need longer? Because when I came back to them, they were talking about something I shouldn’t hear?....

Philip: I just - I've had a lot going on. Sometimes I wonder why I do all this? I’ve almost run out of money. Lawyers aren’t cheap and Isabella’s fucking parents use it to their advantage. I’m going to lose Annabelle.😞

Nico: You need money, dude?... She’s your little girl! You’ll get Annabelle back!!

Philip: Having a Baby is.... a never-ending challenge. At first, I didn’t want to believe that Annabelle's my kid. Now that Isabella’s parents have taken her away, I feel......broken. Taking care of her wasn't easy. Tbh.... I hated it! Why am I always worried about her or afraid of losing her? I just want Annabelle to have a caring home, a mother, but she probably never will... I have to get her out of there.

Nico: Whatever Annabelle needs, I'll help!

Philip: Thanks, dude.... It’s crazy we’re talking about our kids.

Nico: Yea. I’m having a son, that sounds.... so fucked up, man. 😟

Philip: A. looks cute with her belly. She's happy!.... I never really saw Isabella when she was pregnant. But she never looked cute or happy. She was just....pissed

Nico: A.'s super excited about the pregnancy. Yes, she looks really cute. So beautiful and she's damn hot. Constantly! 😏 That's.... a nice side effect of pregnancy?.. Sorry you missed that. 🫤

Philip: Yea, I missed a lot in that asspect. Nevertheless all too much I do not regret it. I do not think that Isabella & I-..... well, yk? Nah, kind of gross 😄 .... But yk, what I don’t understand? Your serenity about Daniel. Why hasn’t she divorced yet?

Nico: Trust me, I'm not relaxed. She went to him. She wanted him, so she explained it to me. That totally got me down.😞 But I did everything I could, to pull myself together. I don't wanna lose her. I almost forgot how it feels to have someone you really love. Still, I don’t hate D., honestly. He’s been through a lot of shit. He told me himself that he’s fucked up and can no longer. I also know why he took off. It's.... though.😞

Philip: No joke, you have to end this shit! She can't do it herself.

Nico: What should I do?.... I just hate to kick somebody when they're down. He lost everything! His best friend, his home, his marriage, all gone. For the latter, it's on me! I'm responsible for that. 🤦‍♂️

Philip: I still can’t believe that guy Dominick passed away... Horrible. ... Listen, if the divorce doesn’t go on, you have to acknowledge paternity. Official!

Nico: What do you mean? The Baby's mine! She knows that! Everyone knows. So???

Philip: As long as she’s married to Daniel, he’s the father of your child! You have to make this official, report to the authorities and clarify it or let them know. Also, worst case scenario: A. leaves you and goes back to Daniel. Imagine she forbids you to see your little one. You wouldn’t have any rights!

Nico: She would never do that to me! And Daniel, he wouldn’t pull a stunt like this! I talked to him about that! He wants to talk to A. again about the divorce, but he can’t be with her anymore. These were his words!

Philip: Why did she even go to him?

Nico: She saw him with someone else and..... Idk? She went nuts?That's what I got. I just can't believe she was gonna shag him. She's pregnant with my kid! 😠

Philip: Did she?

Nico: She wanted him. Bsut she couldn’t cheat and backed out. Maybe... she was mad at me?... I wasn’t entirely honest with her. I didn’t tell her who I met in Italy. I wanted to avoid unnecessary drama and we weren't together anyway.

Philip: The twins, huh?😏

Nico: Shut the hell up! It was nothing exciting, ok?

Philip: Sure.... You couldn’t say no, could you? Those girls were crazy!

Nico: I’m not into her! Those bitches overplayed it. Too much for me. All fake. Idk why I met her? Maybe I was mad at A., too. She stayed with Daniel. I-.... I wasn't sure anymore? 🤷‍♂️

Philip: It's okay, man. You did nothing wrong.

Nico: Try explaining that to her!... She doesn't trust me.

Philip: Do you trust her?

Nico: Strangely enough.... yes, I do! More than ever before.

Philip: Just be there for her & keep doing what you're doing. After a while she’ll forget this thing.

I was a little disappointed in Philip. Why didn't he talk to me about D.? And I would never forbid my son to see his Dad, even if I had stayed with D.! But he was right about the authorities. I’ll have trouble registering our Baby. Those damn officers thought Daniel was my Sons's Dad. Bcs after I married him, I took his surname. I'll explain this mess later, once my baby is born.

Back to P.! I didn’t want to start a fight with him. I just wanted to help Annabelle. Nevertheless, I let him know that some of his statements got me sad. Well, he apologized. He just didn’t understand why I still didn’t divorce Daniel. I wanted to, but Daniel hesitated. Anyway, D.'s gonna talk to me soon.

And I wasn’t really aware that I hurt Nico so much.🤦‍♀️ However, it was a mistake what I did! I had to make it up to N. I was really upset to hear how he felt. 😞😢

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts 4 story #myrlgameplay #rl story

[tinyidle]

༻༻༻last day 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺༺

Only Mine, My Darling - JWY

one day i just thought, mommy wooyoung sounds nice. he can cook, he said that whomever becomes his partner will practically do nothing; that's traditional mommy material, right? plus, the way he'd fu- anyway, enjoy my first ever wooyoung fic!

wc: 2.4k

WARNING: smut, implied fluff, kind of kinky ngl (semi tw: slight cnc mentions it's just hair pulling dw consent is key!!), fwb with a twist, teasing, bdsm, light biting (not much), toy usage, fellatio, overstimulation, doggystyle, begging, praise, protected sex (we love it), mommy!wooyoung, soulmate!wooyoung, kind of meandom!wooyoung it was hard ngel, fem reader, subby reader (she gets nicknamed 'darling' and 'precious' almost simultaneously), aftercare implication, fiction

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of all the partners you've ever had, none of them could compare to wooyoung. wooyoung is your best friend, your first friend, your first kiss, your first love, and your first time. you loved him and he loved you. you shared the same apartment, and frequently stayed in the same bed. you both even considered marrying one day, planning out your finances together and wedding rings. you were that down bad for each other.

what kept you two from actually calling yourselves an item, however, was your needs to date. you both loved dating other people: seeing new people and experiencing how others would be like for you two gave you a thrill. everybody knew that you were soulmates, even your partners and yourselves, but you couldn't give up the fun of dating just yet-- thus the weird yet sensical relationship you had going on with your best friend.

one thing was understood between you two: no sexual partners. 'romantic' partners, sure, but no shagging other people. not only was this for overall health reasons, but you guys knew that from the time you wrapped your arms around each other in more than a friendly way, you both knew that you had to have each other and only each other. sure, you had sex with other guys after and he with other girls, but it never felt as good as with each other. plus, wooyoung helped you understand your likes and dislikes, as well as kinks.

stepping into the apartment, you plopped yourself down on the couch, waiting patiently before you saw wooyoung come out the hallway. as he headed to the kitchen, you got up and kissed his cheek. "hello beautiful," you greeted as he hugged you before entering into the kitchen. his face turned bright red from your flirty greeting.

"hello to you too, my other half," he half-joked. after washing his hands and putting on plastic gloves and tying his apron, he started taking out ingredients for dinner. "how was your lunch date?"

thinking back to your previous event, you smiled. "it was amazing. he took me to this wonderful cafe place and he willingly paid for everything. he's funny and can listen very well."

wooyoung smiled as well while listening to you share your date details. he loved hearing about your dates because every time he'd ask it would be the same people you would get with. people who were similar, but not the same, as him. "did he ask to kiss?"

you shook your head, walking up to your friend before whispering in his ear teasingly, "he asked if im a virgin." the small groan that came out wooyoung's mouth signaled both jealousy and arousal. you loved riling him up, especially when you know how possessive he is of you when it came to your body and heart. after you got water form the fridge and went back to the couch, you began asking him questions. "how was your breakfast date, woo?"

the man, now seasoning the meat he was thoroughly preparing, sighed a happy sigh before he spoke. "she was beautiful. bright eyes, pretty lips, and she made me laugh a couple times."

as much as wooyoung liked hearing about the attributes of your dates, you also liked hearing about his. they always sounded like you, although you always got the better compliments. "did she kiss you? call you a nickname?" you further inquired as you opened your water bottle to drink.

chuckling lightly, wooyoung put the meat in a plastic bag and let it embrace the seasonings put onto it before turning to you with a small smirk. "she kissed my cheek and asked if she could call me daddy."

you almost choked on the water you were drinking, making sure to finish off what you had in your mouth before looking at wooyoung in shock. that's never happened before; the woman's freakier than you expected. "…and what did you say?"

his grin grew wider, "i said sure, but not to get too handsy, since i got someone at home." you let out a breath of relief. of course wooyoung wouldn't break the promise you two vowed to keep-- he was yours after all. "and what did you say to 'mr. virgin man'?" he sarcastically asked as he opened the bag to fully finish seasoning the meat he prepped.

putting your water bottle down as wooyoung discarded the soiled gloves and rewashed his hands, you went up to him and smirked yourself. "i told him that my best friend and current roommate took care of that for me, and that he was real good at dicking me down."

"you dirty girl," wooyoung playfully growled, pulling you towards him and smashing his lips onto yours. after a couple seconds of the passionate peck on the lips, he detached from you and whispered in your ear, "you know why i let that girl call me 'daddy', darling?" you nodded. "why?"

you smiled and looked at wooyoung straight in the eye. "because you're my mommy, and only i get to call you that," you giggled before gasping at the sudden grasp of your ass from your friend.

"that's right, precious," he said. "only you can call me mommy, and only i can touch you like this." wooyoung groped you all around, your body getting warm from his slightly calloused hands as he kissed your face and neck. when he lightly bit the space between your neck and collarbone, you let out an unexpected moan and threw your head back. "mmh, does my darling like mommy biting her?"

you nodded, already becoming too far gone to stand up properly. wooyoung noticed this and quickly lifted you up, carrying you to his room before laying you down with a kiss to the bite mark he left on you. "ill be back, okay darling? ill just put the rest of the food in the slow cooker."

"okay, mommy," you agreed. it probably took about thirty minutes, but it felt like hours to you. after five minutes of waiting, you decided to treat your lover and stripped bare for him, neatly folding up the clothes like he taught you. by minute ten you had on the fluffy 'mommy's precious darling' collar on your neck he bought as a present for you being a good girl for him, leaving the matching socks and toys you next to you on the bed. by minute fifteen you made sure to wipe up all the makeup you had on your face prior and sported a cherry lipgloss, knowing he liked you this way and that things might get messy if you had too much makeup on. twenty minutes have gone by and you were now on your hands and knees, patiently wiggling your ass to the door for your mommy to see.

by the time thirty minutes have come and gone, wooyoung went back to the room to see you. your face was turned to see him, but your head was resting on the pillow to the headboard. your knees propped your bottom up so that he could see how much his kisses and touches affected your cunt. just one bite and he had you wrapped his finger; all because you wanted to get wrapped around his cock.

smirking, the man slowly took off every garment of clothing he had on, cooing towards you as he did so. "my sweet, sweet darling," he doted, earning a mewl from you. "making sure to prepare herself for me. and to have this beautiful ass on display for me, even though you and i both know you want nothing more than for me to fuck your mouth. isn't that right, precious?"

you only mewled louder. "i want to suck your cock, mommy. can i please suck your cock?" the man chuckled at your begging and got on the bed, crawling to where you left a vibrator next to your side. one of his favorites. he took the pink-and-white toy and teasingly rubbed it around your slit, causing you to whimper before moaning at the feeling of it going in your needy center. wooyoung let you adjust to vibrator before grabbing the remote and turning it to level 3. you gasped before whining out. "ahh, fuck mommy. pleaseee," you pleaded as your lover kneaded your hip through the instant pleasure.

he knew how to play with you, and even though you acted extra good today, he wanted you to get the maximum amount of pleasure he could give. helping you lay forward on your stomach, wooyoung moved to your face and held his erect length to your awaiting lips. "you can suck now."

quietly cheering, you took him in your hands and sunk him into your mouth, humming around it from how it felt. the man moaned deeply, watching how enticed you were in taking him. you bobbed your head in a moderate pace, loving how the toy buzzed inside of you. coming up for air, you stroked him as his hand reached down to hold your cheek before tapping it.

"did mommy tell you to stop?" he asked, and your eyes widened as you realized that you might have disobeyed somehow. but it was just your mommy playing with you as he turned the level up on the vibrator from 3 to 4. your eyes fell to the back of your head as you felt yourself cumming on the spot, untouched. wooyoung tsked at the sight. "my precious darling didn't even ask for permission," he sighed as you were coming down from your high.

it took you a while before you found yourself nearly shrieking from the level being turned from 4 to 6. "mommy~" you whined, overstimulation stimulating your every nerves.

"can you make me cum, darling?" wooyoung asked you rather softly, a huge contrast to what he was putting you through. when he saw how you didn't answer and were whining from the slight pain of the vibrator inside, he reminded you, "all you have to do is say one word and it'll all be over." you both knew that with kinks comes proper consent, and even in some situations like this, you had to be safe enough to remember the safe word, which was 'peaches'.

but you wanted this-- you wanted to be ruined before he could even physically ruin you. "i can make you cum, mommy."

wooyoung smiled, knowing that he not only had the best lover in the world, but the best sub in the world. holding you securely by the hair to make sure your head didn't fall backwards, he slowly thrusted in and out your mouth, making sure that it was at a pace you looked comfortable with. overtime he moved faster, with you humming around him again. when you did a particularly harsh suck, wooyoung cursed before letting go into your mouth. you greedily took all you could while clenching onto the now dying toy.

"shit," he exclaimed, taking some time to breathe before helping you pull out the vibrator from your soaking, reddened core and turning it off. "you really know how to suck the soul out of me." you tiredly laughed as he fell on his back onto the mattress. you got up on all fours, looking at how sound and handsome you friend was.

you stayed in that position until deciding to ask whether or not you could go for another round. "please," you begged as you crawled up on top of him. "more."

wooyoung rested his hand on your cheek as you leaned in and nuzzled his neck while his eyes were closed from the dull bliss of his orgasm. "do you really need more, precious?" your answer was a gentle bite to the same spot on his neck that you rested your nose on. "oh," he lightly exclaimed, a bit taken aback by your subtle action. "you want mommy to be rough with you?"

you nodded, hugging him tightly. "i want mommy to make me feel like his," you expressed. with a smile on his face that you could tell was there, wooyoung brought himself up to get a condom by his nightstand and put in on. once he did, he went behind you and held your hips in place.

his hand took his re-erected self and rubbed it on your clenching core as you shuddered with anticipation. "now, mommy's going to make his darling feel good, okay?" you whispered a 'yes mommy', to which he hummed and slowly pushed himself inside you.

each inch deeper set you spiraling in your brain with esch thrust. you needed your mommy to give you your taste of heaven, and you were now getting it. it wasnt long before he began moving, soon picking up his speed as he quickly pushed himself all the way inside. you squealed as he held you still, hips flush to his pelvis, before going at a brutal pace.

you gave out a small cry every time wooyoung pounded you, making his fingers squeeze tight on your hips as he grunted from you squeezing him back. soon you were pushing against him, loving the harsh contact. in fact, your movements became almost uncontrollable, not wanting him to leave you without finishing this intense experience. "im going to cum again," you muttered. "can i please cum on your cock, mommy?"

wooyoung responded by slamming himself hard into you once again. he grabbed your hair, taking you by surprise as you winced at the tugging. however, wooyoung kept fucking you steadily, one hand on your hair as the other held your hip to where you and he connected. "is this okay, darling?"

you moaned out a 'yes mommy' at him as the small sting felt extremely pleasurable. you felt your orgasm coming in waves, and you needed it badly. "im gonna cum," you warned again. wooyoung only fucked you harder, your arms now flat on the bed while he lay on top of you, fucking you a bit slower but much deeper. you could feel him everywhere. "fuck, mommy, it feels too good. please let me cum. let your precious darling cum."

you subconsciously squeezed yourself tighter on wooyoung, causing the man to whimper. "fuck, precious. you can cum." as you did, your lover stuttered in his actions, only pressing himself against your ass one last time to release all that was in him into the condom.

slowly, wooyoung turned both you and he to your sides and pulled himself out of you. considering that he was semi-hard, the emptiness that you felt was chilling as you shuddered. "sorry," he apologized, kissing your shoulder as he rubbed your side, his chest pressed against your back. "i think if we take a shower than this will go away," wooyoung proposed, motioning to his length. "what do you say?"

you let out a satisfactory grin, slightly turning to him and replying, "only if we have a round two in the shower."

#mommy!may #ateez smut #wooyoung smut

[albertasunrise]

Meant to Be

Masterlist

Summary: Frankie was always the one who got away but when you learn that he's retired from the army and has moved back home. Your life falls apart.

Relationships: Reader x Original 'Male' Character, Reader x Frankie Morales

Warnings: Like A03, I chose to give none. 18+

Your husband wasn’t a cruel man. But as time had gone on you'd come to learn he wasn’t a good one either.

Your life revolved around him. His wants and needs and never your own. But he supplied you with a safe, comfortable life and that's all you could have really hoped for. You’d loved him once and you were sure he had to but as the years had passed childlessly, your once blossoming romance had fizzled into something sour. You knew he resented you for not giving him a child. Blamed you for it and you blamed yourself to a degree but as the months blended into years, you found you blamed yourself less and came to terms with the fact that your having kids wasn't meant to be.

You'd imagined your life differently as a younger woman. You'd imagined it with a different man if you were being honest with yourself. You thought you'd met the one as a teenager but, like most childhood sweethearts, he got away. Francisco Morales. The man of your dreams had shipped out to the army as soon as he'd graduated and your relationship had lasted another year after that before you'd called it quits and broken the man's heart. Something you'd regretted to this day and had never imagined you'd see him again. How wrong you'd turn out to be.

"Did you hear the news?" Your best friend Sally asked as the two of you browsed through the sale rail of your favourite clothing store.

Your obvious look of confusion was all the answer she needed to know that you were oblivious to the latest gossip to spread around town.

"Morales moved back." She elaborated and your breath caught in your throat "Retired from the forces and decided to kick out the tenants renting his folk's old place and moved in himself." She finished, shrugging her shoulders as she pulled out a sweater she liked the look of.

"Oh." Was your reply, suddenly completely disinterested in shopping anymore.

"Think you'll see him?" She asked and this grabbed your full attention.

"Why would I see him?" You questioned, eliciting a snigger from your friend.

"We all know you never go over him." She stated and you felt your heart start to race and your cheeks grow hot "Thought you'd be all over, seeing him."

"I'm married, Sally." You warned and she scoffed.

"Yeah to a man that barely looks at you and who's definitely shagging his assistant." She grumbled and you felt a sting at her last statement.

"You don't know that." You choke and her demeanour changed upon hearing the crack in your voice.

"I'm sorry babe." She started as she threw a hand around your shoulder "I shouldn't have said that but you deserve better than the life you have."

"I'm fine." You replied with a shrug "He keeps a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food in my belly. What more can I ask for?"

"Happiness?" She shrieks "Love, passion, excitement... to name a few. He's an asshole and you need to leave him."

"It's not that easy Sally." You snapped "Where would I go? I have no job, no money."

"Your divorce would sort that out."

"Sally-"

"You can't keep living like this." She interrupted, taking your hand in hers and boring into you with her serious gaze "Waiting to die or for him to leave you."

"This is my life now." You said, your tone defeated and your heart heavy "I've made my bed."

Sally decided it was futile to argue any further. You weren't going to accept that you deserved better and she was tired of trying to convince you of the fact. So you finished off your shopping trip and turned down her invites for drinks that evening at your once favourite watering hole.

No way Joe would let you go.

Despite having little interest in sharing any sort of physical relationship with you he hated the idea of you having a social life outside of him. So going out for drinks with your girlfriends was not something you were able to attend anymore. You were limited to shopping trips and coffee. How dull your life had become.

Walking through your front door and placing your sparse shopping bags down on the polished marble floor, you announced your arrival as you toed off your shoes and hung up your coat. Not expecting the arms that wrapped around your middle and or the lips that found your neck.

He did this sometimes. Showed a fleeting interest in you and you took what you could get. For all his faults he wasn't a selfish lover.

He turned you in his arms and dropped to his knees before he pushed your underwear to one side and placed a teasing lick on your clit. You felt a jolt of pleasure surge through you and the moan that slipped past your lips was all the invitation your husband needed to continue. Credit where credit was due, he knew how to fuck with his tongue and it didn't take him long to have you cumming. Your legs then gave out and you were in his arms as he threw you down on the couch and pulled out his throbbing erection for the confines of his slacks. His lips returned to your neck as he lowered himself between your open legs and once again pushed your underwear to the side. Your eyes locked for a moment and you thought you saw a flicker of love in his eyes. Something you'd not seen for what felt like an eternity but then he was pushing inside of you and you weren't able to keep your eyes open then.

Sex with Joe was always good. Whether you wanted to admit it or not your husband could fuck but these sparse sessions only hurt more. You missed the way he used to worship the ground you walked on. How he'd not be able to get enough of you but then again, you were trying to get pregnant back then. This was now him looking for a release and that's all you were to him now.

A release.

He fucked into you expertly and you were cumming again in no time at all, moaning loudly as he continued his assault on that spongy spot inside of you that had your toes curling. He hooked one of your legs around his waist and the new angle started to stir another orgasm down in your loins. It took half a dozen more thrusts for the two of you to cum together and leaving you a sated mess on your couch.

"What was that for?" You asked between laboured breaths and Joe shrugged before slipping out of you and pulling his slacks back up again.

"I've got to go away for work for a few days." He stated simply "Should be back by Wednesday."

"Oh." You replied as you manoeuvred into a sitting position "Short notice."

"Tell me about it." He grumbled before grabbing the suitcase situated by the couch that you'd not noticed before "I'll call you tomorrow." He said, pecking your lips.

"You're leaving now?" You asked as you followed him out to the lobby and watched as he slipped on some shoes and grabbed his keys.

"Need to or I'll miss my flight."

"Well, safe trip." You said, receiving one last kiss before he disappeared out of the door and left you standing in the lobby.

You weren't sure how long passed before you slipped out your phone and dialled the number at the top of your caller list.

"Sally." You said simply as you let out a shaky breath "Count me in for tonight."

...

"I'm so happy you're here." Squealed Sophia as she pulled you into a tight hug "What changed your mind?"

"Husband's fucked off on a work trip." You said as you downed another apple sour shot "So I thought I would spend my evening seeing my girls." You finished as you woo'ed with your friends.

"It's been too long." Said Lacey as she placed a tray of drinks down on the table and handed you your triple gin and tonic.

"That it has." You agreed as you took a sip of your drink.

...

Frankie hadn't been in the mood for drinks but Benny was determined. So that's how he'd found himself sitting in a bar he'd only ever walked past as a teenager. What made the situation worse was that he was designated drive which meant not even the buzz of alcohol was a possible distraction.

His reason for being in such a foul mood was the information he'd learned upon moving back. He'd only been back a few weeks but when at the supermarket the previous afternoon he'd bumped into your school best friend and he'd learned through her that you were married. He wasn't sure why he was upset about it. You'd dumped him at the first sign of trouble but there had been a small part of him that had held out hope that there was still a chance for you both.

"Come on Fish." Ben groaned "You need to cheer the fuck up dude."

"Ben." His older brother warned but Benny waved him off.

"I don't know what's got your knickers all knotted up but we're out dude. We're free from all that shit now."

"I'm fine," Frankie grumbled, his eyes drifting to a rowdy table across the bar.

He realised quickly that he knew the girls, they'd all been in your year at school and he was fairly sure that you were friends with them. Ho noted Sally, the one who'd told him just yesterday about your marital status and Sophia who'd been attached to your hip once. Movement in the corner of his eye then grabbed his attention and that's when he saw you with a tray of drinks in hand. You were just as beautiful as the day he'd kissed you goodbye in the airport when he was 19. More so if that was even possible.

"She's hot." Ben teased, dragging the older man from his thoughts.

"She's my ex." Frankie grumbled, his attention returning to the one beer of the night he was able to drink.

"Shit, really?" Benny exclaimed and Frankie nodded "She's smoking Fish., Is she single?"

"No." He replied simply, his tone grabbing Will's attention "She'd married."

"Sound a little sour about that Catfish?" Will questioned, "Something still there?"

"She broke my heart twenty years ago." He growled, "Nothing there Will."

"Well, you got me convinced." Benny snorted and Frankie felt his temper growing even shorter.

"Believe what you want." He snapped as he pushed himself to his feet "I need a piss."

He stormed off, leaving two amused Miller brothers in his wake. He hated how seeing you had stirred up all those feelings he'd thought he had buried all those years ago. He went to the bathroom, took a breather and left a few minutes later, only to collide with a soft body.

"Shit, I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." He said as shook his head and turned to look at the innocent person he'd just barged into.

"Frankie?" You questioned and his eyes grew wide as your name fell from his lips "Shit." You said as you let out a shocked breath "Wow, how are you? You look... You look good."

"You too." He replied and he swore he saw you blush.

"How are you?" You asked again and he shrugged.

"Good as can be expected." He replied and you nodded.

"I hear you're married." He said and your stomach twisted "Congrats."

"We've been married a few years now." You said, your face dropped "Nothing to congratulate."

"You happy?" He asked and you were rendered speechless.

You'd never been able to lie to this man and twenty years on that was still that case. So all you could do was shrug and Frankie couldn't help but frown at that.

"Looks like my party has made some new friends." You said as your eyes drifted to your table, Frankie's eyes following yours.

"Those would be my friends." He sighed as he scraped a hand over his face.

"Guess we should make sure they're not getting into trouble."

"Sure."

"Chica, look at these two dreamboats we met." Screeched Sally as you made your way over to the table "This is Will and Benny... They're brothers and -"

"Complete trouble." Interrupted Frankie as he came to stop beside you.

"Francisco Morales... Fancy seeing you here." Said Sally as she pulled him into a sideways hug "You know these two."

"Sadly." He replied with a smirk and Benny gave him the finger as your friends chuckled.

You all stayed together then. The girls cooed over the boys and you sat there awkwardly with Frankie as you watched. The conversation got more and more personal as more drink was consumed and you were glad you were drunk when you and Frank became the subject matters'.

"So Francisco." Sally started as she sipped on her cocktail "No wife and kids to speak of?"

"Nope." He replied, popping the 'p' before sipping his soda.

"Don't get him wrong." Benny started and Frankie instantly cringed "This guy is the pussy king!" He gushed and you felt sick.

Of course, there had been others since you. It wasn't like you were it for him and he was to remain alone for the rest of his life but to hear it out loud still stung.

"Shared a bunk with him for years and some of the women he managed to sneak back..."

"How's married life?" Will asked, changing the subject when he noted both yours and Frankie's uncomfortable demeanours "No kids?"

Your shoulders sank and your face dropped. Sally noticed it straight away and went to speak but you beat her to the punch, the alcohol giving you a false sense of confidence.

"We tried." You said with a shrug, your posture changing completely "Never happened for us and now he despises me for it." You finished with a false laugh and the whole table fell silent.

"I'm sorry," Will said after a few tense moments of silence and you shrugged again.

"It wasn't meant to be I guess." You replied with a shrug, noting out of the corner of your eye how Frankie was looking at you with those sad brown eyes. The ones that let you to fall for him in the first place.

Frankie couldn't believe what he was hearing. It explained your reaction earlier when he'd asked if you were happy. He could see it now. How haunted you were and his heart broke for you. He's always hoped that you'd end up happy. Sure he'd prayed it would be with him but as the years had gone on he had come to terms with the fact that it wouldn't be.

A few more drinks were consumed before the night came to an end. Sally left with Will and Sophie with Ben who had left you alone with Frankie and stood on the sidewalk outside the bar in awkward silence.

"How are you getting home?" He asked as you fiddled with your hands.

"Well I have gotten a taxi with Sally but she's gone home with your friend so... I guess I'll get a cab on my own." You chuckled nervously.

"I can give you a ride?" He suggested and you looked up at him with wide eyes "I was designated driver but guess I got ditched too." She chuckled and that made you smile "I don't like the idea of you getting a cab home alone. Please... let me give you a ride."

"Sure." You said after a few moments of silence and Frankie nodded, motioning for you to follow him as he lead you to his truck.

He opened the passenger door for you and helped you inside before closing it and making his way around to the driver's side. Jumping in his was fast to start it up and peel away, driving you home with your quiet directions. It felt like it had all those decades ago. Him driving you somewhere quiet so you could steal perfect moments together before he had to get you home. You couldn't stop yourself from glancing at him every now and then as he drove you in stoic silence.

When he pulled up in front of your large house his eyes grew wide and you smirked at his reaction to your home. You sat there in tense silence for a few moments before you plucked up the courage to speak.

"Do you want to come in?" You asked, eyes hopeful as you looked at him.

"Are you sure?" He asked, smiling at the nervous nod you gave him.

He opened your door for you and followed silently as you led him to the front door, watching as you shakily pushed your key into the lock. Stepping inside he copied you as you toed off your shoes and before he followed you to a large, modern, kitchen that put his to shame.

“Drink?” You asked and he nodded “Just water’s fine.”

“Just water?” You chuckled “I have beer?”

“I shouldn’t.” He replied shyly “Got to drive and all that.”

“Sure… right, of course.” You said, shaking your head and grabbing a glass from the cupboard.

After pouring him the beverage from the fridge, you handed him the glass and went about pouring yourself a glass of wine. The silence that hung over you both then for a short while was suffocating. You'd not thought this far ahead. All you'd thought about was how you didn't want him to leave just yet, you wanted him to stay just a little longer.

"So how long have you been married?" He asked, finally breaking the silence between you.

"6 years this August." You replied, your eyes unconsciously drifting to the silver bands on your left hand.

"He a good guy?" He asked and you sighed, feeling your throat tighten.

"He was amazing at first." You confessed, eyes drifting to the glass in your hands "But when we discovered we couldn't have kids he got sour."

"I'm sorry." He said sadly as his eyes captured yours "You would have been an amazing mum."

You let out a sad chuckle at that. You'd always liked to think you would be but as time had gone on you'd started to wonder how good a parent Joe would have been.

"I guess the universe thought differently." You joked, eliciting a sympathetic smile from him "Just wasn't meant to be I guess."

"You can't seriously believe that?" He asked and you sighed.

"Well I've not been blessed with children so to be the evidence is pretty conclusive." You said with a shrug, trying hard to fight the tears that were threatening to spill.

Silence fell over the two of you again for a while as you sipped at your wine and him, his water. It felt oddly normal to have him there with you yet tense that you were standing in the kitchen of the house you share with your husband, with the man you knew you were still in love with.

"You know I always hoped you'd find happiness." Frankie uttered after a little while "Despite you breaking my heart I always routed for you to have the best life possible."

"I always wanted that for you too." You stated and he scoffed at that "Did you not?"

"I killed people for a living for almost half my life." He replied shortly "What do you think?"

You winced at his reply and he instantly regretted his tone "I had to do a lot of unforgivable things, all in the name of my country." He confessed after a short pause "I don't deserve a good life for what I've done."

"You deserve the best life has to offer Frankie." You said softly "I've always regretted ending things with you." You sobbed "Truth be told you were the one man I could picture spending my life with and I let you go."

"Why did you?" His question took you by surprise but you didn't hesitate to answer it. He deserved the truth.

"Because the thought of losing you was too much to bear." You confessed, "I thought if I broke it off, it would ease the pain of knowing you could die at any point but all it did was break my heart and leave me hollow." You sobbed, not holding back the tears now "You were the love of my life and I lost you."

Frankie could help what he did next. Knowing that you'd regretted breaking things off with him, selfishly, was all he'd ever wanted to hear. Grabbing the back of your head he pulled you into a biting kiss that made your toes curl and your core ache.

Before you knew it your underwear was pushed to one side and he was buried to the hilt, thrusting hard and deep as he swallowed your moans. Your nails dug into the muscles on his back, clinging on for dear life as he tore several orgasms out of you before succumbing to his own release and then he collapsed over you as he caught his breath, practically purring as you run your nails through his hair.

"Shit." He breathed after a short while and you chuckled at his statement "That was..."

"Perfect?" You finished for him as you smiled down at him "We shouldn't have done that but I'm having a hard time regretting it." You confessed after a short pause, moaning when he pulled himself out of your heat and tucked himself into his jeans.

"I'm sorry." He sighed as he scraped a hand over his face and you suddenly panicked at his change of demeanour.

"I should go."

"No, please... Don't-"

"I have to." He interrupted as he grabbed his keys and made his way to the front door, you were hot on his heels "It was nice to see you again." He said without looking at you and then he was out of the door and you were left there to sob over what had been the best thing to happen to you in years.

~

2 Months Later...

Your hands shook as you held that stick of plastic in your hand. You felt sick. How, after all those years of trying, were you now looking at the second positive pregnancy test you'd taken that afternoon.

How was this happening?

You slowly started to panic the longer you stared at it. It was a disaster and you didn't even know where to start in terms of how to deal with it. You knew you had to tell your husband and you knew he was going to be excited but you also had to tell Frankie.

There was a chance it was his too.

Grabbing the tests and shoving them in your pocket you made your way to the front door and grabbed your keys and bag. Slipping your shoes on, you made your way to your car and, after taking a steadying breath you got in. Driving to Frankies, you were relieved to see that his truck was on the drive and after parking up behind it, you hopped out of the car and briskly walked to his front door.

It didn't take him long to answer after you knocked but his shock at seeing you stook there made your stomach twist into painful knots.

"What are you doing here?" He asked and you thought you were going to cry at that alone.

Instead, you let out a steadying breath before you answered him.

"We need to talk." You said firmly "Can I come in?"

He said nothing, just opened the door wider so that you could enter. You looked back when you heard the door slam behind you and then you made your way to his kitchen, sitting at his table, you waited for him to join you.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked plainly and you felt your nerves come to a head. God, you could be sick.

"Well uh... I need to talk about that night."

"Why?" He groaned "It was a mistake. You're married. We need to move on."

"Yeah well, I wish it were that simple." You snapped and his expression changed.

"Why isn't it?"

"Because I'm pregnant Francisco." You growled, slamming the two positive tests on the table.

That stopped him dead in his tracks. He started at the two tests, both saying 6 - 7 weeks along. He's regretted that night since it happened. Not because of what happened but because you had been drunk and he'd taken advantage of that. So now to see that from that night, he was facing the possibility of being a father, he regretted it even more.

"Is it mine or?..."

"Fifty per cent chance." You confessed "But let's be realistic. I try for five years to get pregnant with my husband and then I fuck you one time and bam... Baby."

"What are you going to do?" He asked and you sighed "Are you..."

"Going to keep it?"

He nodded.

"Yes, I am going to keep it." You scoffed "But I need to tell my husband I am pregnant and there's only a fifty per cent chance it's his."

"Shit." He breathed and you nodded in agreement.

"I only came here to tell you because you have a right to know." You stated plainly "I don't expect anything from you and if turns out to be yours well... You only have to be involved if you want to be."

Frankie nodded. He was numb and completely at a loss for words. It was his lack of reaction that had you scoffing before you scooped up the tests and grabbed your bag, barely saying goodbye before you were out the door and halfway to your car.

When he realised you were gone, he ran out after you. Only to find he was too late and you were gone. He groaned in frustration at his reaction to your news. He's just been so shocked by it. Seeing you at his door, that had not been what he'd expected when you'd said you needed to talk to him.

Now you were gone and he was completely lost.

...

At home, you'd just finished up the dishes when you're husband had called to say he was going to be working late. So you started on dinner for yourself, something that he could reheat when he got home and then sat to watch TV whilst it cooked in the oven. Joe's iPad lighting up a short while later caught your attention. It was unusual for him to leave it laying around and so you couldn't help your curiosity. Noticing it was a text, you tapped on the notification and what you saw made you sick.

'Can't wait for you to breed me later baby'

You read the first message and choked. It was, sure enough, from his secretary. What a fucking cliché.

'Make round with you baby J.'

Popped up another message a short while later.

You'd known deep down he was cheating. It was obvious. The late nights the secrecy. They had all been warning signs but to see it confirmed in writing hurt but that's not what you were most angry about. No, you were angry that he was not fucking his assistant... but that he was trying to get her pregnant in the process. That made your blood boil. You may have slipped up but this was something completely different and you knew you had to leave.

Your bag was packed less than an hour later. You packed what you could into your car and you drove to the first place you could think of. Sally's.

~

1 Month Later...

Frankie had been browsing the cereal aisle when he'd bumped into Sally. He's desperately tried to sneak past but she had the eyes of a hawk and he was soon cornered by the Coco Pops.

"Haven't seen you since that night out what... three months ago?" She asked and Frankie shrugged.

"About that yeah." He confirmed, "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine." She replied, "My girl on the other hand is a mess." She stated and Frankie's stomach sank "Girls 3 1/2 months pregnant and in the middle of getting a divorce."

"What?" He exclaimed, the last statement taking him by surprise "Why?"

"Fucker is shagging his assistant." Sally revealed, "What's worse if they're trying for a kid together." She continued "Well they were and then he found out she was pregnant and he's been begging for her to forgive him."

"Shit."

"Turns out though that there's a chance it's not his."

"Really?"

"Yeah." She said with a nod "Had a weak moment a few months back and well... Kid might be the other guys but apparently he doesn't want anything to do with it so-"

"I never said that." Frankie expelled, eyes widening at his sudden confession.

"Wait what?" She practically yelled "She didn't tell me who the other guy was... It's you??"

"We uh... The night we met up, I took her home and we got to talking and one thing led to another-"

A hand impacting his face was not what he'd expected to happen to him whilst doing his weekly shop that day yet here he was, rubbing his cheek as your best friend glowered at him.

"She's in pieces." She scorned "She's all alone, pregnant with a baby that could be yours."

"I've been meaning to talk to her its just... Well, I didn't know what to say."

"Say that you'll support her." She shrieked "You're a better man than Joe, I know that for a fact so step up and take responsibility! It takes two people to make a baby."

"Where's she staying?" He asked, knowing she was right and that he had to make this right.

"Mine." She stated "I'm going to be out this evening if you wanted to talk to her alone.

He nodded and she sighed "Please don't hurt my friend Frankie." She pleaded "She's suffered enough."

...

You hadn't been expecting a knock at the door that night. Sally was out on a double date with Sophia and the Miller brothers. She'd asked if you wanted her to stay but the truth was you just wanted some time alone to grieve. Your life as you knew it was over and you were facing bringing a baby into the world without the love and support of the man you knew was its daddy. Without a shadow of a doubt, you were certain.

You stiffly walked to the front door, not thinking to check who it was before you pulled it open but when you saw it was Frankie standing there your eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Frank?" You all but whispered, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk." He replied, "If that's okay?"

You nodded. Opened the door and motioned for him to come in before closing it behind him. You led him to the lounge, muted the TV and motioned for him to sit as you plonked yourself back on the couch.

"How are you?" He asked although he knew that answer already.

"My life's falling apart." You scoffed "How do you think?"

"I'm sorry." He replied, instantly regretting his question "How's the baby?" He asked after a short pause and you sighed as you rubbed your now slightly swollen belly.

"They're okay. Had my first scan and they were pleased with its progress so that's positive." You replied and he nodded "Why have you come here, Francisco?"

"I want to be a father to this baby." He stated simply "If it's mine and you want that."

"Frankie I-"

"I reacted like a complete idiot when you told me but I was shocked." He confessed "The last thing I'd been expecting you to tell me was that you were pregnant but I saw Sally today and she literally slapped sense into me and I... Well, baby, I love you and I want us to be a family but if just being a father is all you're willing to give me then that's fine."

"And if we are a family and it turns out that it isn't yours?"

"Then I will love it anyway."

That was all you needed to hear. Next thing you knew you were on his lap and kissing him like you needed it to breathe. Finally pulling away to breathe you looked him in the eye and you smiled.

"Take that as a yes then." He stated before you laughed and kissed him again.

It was definitely a yes.

~

6 Months Later...

"Well, shit that's a cute kid." Said Ben as he propped his head on Sally's shoulder.

"He's beautiful." Sally gushed as she looked up at you and Frankie laying on the hospital bed.

"How are you feeling hun?" Ben asked as he came to stand beside you and place a sweet kiss on your brow.

"Exhausted." You confessed and he chuckled "But I wouldn't have been able to do it without Fishcakes here."

"I thought we were past the nicknames." He grumbled and you all chuckled.

"I just pushed your eight-pound baby out my vagina and now have stitches to prove it." You scoffed "I can call you what I like."

"Touchê." He conceded and you chuckled.

"Did you have a paternity test done?" Ben asked and you both nodded

"I mean it's obvious who his father is but Joe was adamant that we get it done. He wasn't a happy bunny when the news was broken." You stated.

"No, he was not." Agreed Frankie as he rubbed his still sore jaw.

"You got a name yet?" Sally asked and you both shared a look before nodding.

"Luka." You said in unison and the others gasped.

"Luka Morales." Ben said, testing the name on his tongue "It suits you, little buddy." He said as Sally handed him the baby.

As watched your best friend and Frankie's coo over your newborn, a sense of peace washed over you. In the months that had followed, you discovered what true happiness felt like. The love and adoration Frank had showered you with had led you to realise that your life with Joe had never been good.

"You okay?" Frankie asked, quiet enough that only you could hear him.

"Yeah." You replied as you rested your head on your shoulder "Tired but so fucking happy."

"Me too." He replied, kissing you sweetly before pulling away to look you in the eyes again "Marry me?" He asked and tears started to form in your tired eyes.

Frank instantly panicked "Or not... It was just an idea but if you don't-"

"Yes." You interrupted and he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide and you both stared at each other.

"Yes?"

"Yes Francisco Morales... Love of my life and father of my child." You started, smiling at him sweetly "I will marry you."

He kissed you deeply, stealing the air from your lungs before he broke it and rested his forehead against yours.

"Great." He replied and you chuckled.

"Great."

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no worries/pressure if not, but any snippets from future chapters of cyrano you'd want to share?

Ooh, sure! I just sent off the latest chapter for beta feedback, and I'm excited about it and happy to share. :D

Here's how the forthcoming chapter 3 of Not Exactly Cyrano opens...

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Jamie, the text message reads.  Good news - I’m in town today, and I want to see you!  Meet me at Le Chat Cache at 7pm?  My phone’s about to die, unfortunately, so I just hope you can make it!!  Xoxo Mum

He’s been staring at the message all day, wondering about what could have possibly brought his mother all the way to London. (Roy doesn’t yell at him once for not paying attention during Beard’s post-match analysis, though; he seems distracted himself—presumably because he’s gotten Keeley’s letter.)  All Jamie can come up with is that she wants to tell him in person that she and Simon are finally getting married.   Which would be mint, but he’s shocked that Ms. “If I’m traveling for that long I’m bloody well going somewhere outside of England, love” would finally visit Richmond, even for that.

He’ll go meet her, of course.  But it’s shit luck that it’s happening right at the same time that he was planning to eavesdrop on Roy and Keeley as they meet up.  Jamie feels relief knowing that the meeting is going to happen, that he won’t lie awake any more nights dreading it and everything that will have to change afterward.  But he wishes he could be there to hear his letter-writing plan come together, and to at least feel the pride in a play well executed.  

Instead, he’ll have dinner with Mummy.  Maybe that’s for the best; being with her always cheers him up.

(He briefly wonders whether he can convince her to go eavesdrop with him, but reluctantly dismisses the idea… the restaurant is too far from the cafe, and they’d probably miss all the good parts.)

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When he enters the restaurant and sees Roy and Keeley sitting at a table, he freezes, thinking he came to the wrong place after all.  But no, this is Le Chat Caché.  

“Where’s Mummy?” he asks, trying to figure out how his mother managed to summon both Roy and Keeley; he’s pretty sure she’s never had Roy’s number.  He hasn’t told her about shagging Roy, because it’s just temporary.

“She’s not here,” Keeley says.  “Come join us.”  She pats the chair next to her, across from Roy.  She looks unusually serious. (He looks usually serious.)

 “Is she okay?”  Maybe whatever is up with Mummy is scarier than he thought.

“Chrissakes,” Roy grits out.  “We’re your mummy.”

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Wedding Dress - Modern AU! | Chapter 7

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Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family… and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions… let alone about the wedding…

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 5.6K

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She had your eyes. She had the exact same eye color, and her hair was a little lighter. Yeah, she didn't have your tone. It was just a sad reminiscence of what you were. Aemond gave one more thrust against his hips and he climaxed. He was already. He was done. It had been…disappointing. However, the girl's eyes were shining. He smirked to himself, though as always it was a sneer. He still knew how to do his job. She was leering at him over her shoulder. His lack of affection had made him unable to look into his eyes while he was having sex, so he always turned them. It was better that way. The girl turned to hug him. Her arms encircling her neck. Was she going to…? Yes, she was going to try to kiss him. He never kissed. He never… he tried to keep things like this as impersonal as possible. It was just a shag. And yet, when that girl's lips met his, he remembered that he had kissed you in the bathroom of the same bar where he had found this girl who looked like you, who smelled like you… but she wasn't you. . He had been so absorbed that he hadn't even cared that she kissed him. At another time, he would have turned his face away from her with a smile and suggested calling a taxi.

“By the way, my name is…” the girl started to speak. But, he didn't need her name. He needed she to be you. He didn't care, for practical purposes, he had thought of you and therefore he wanted to think that he had been with you.

"It's late, do you want me to call a taxi?" was all his response. He got up from the bed and reached for his tobacco. An acquired habit. He always smoked after fucking, although that time he hadn't been worth much.

"No, leave it" she could hear the anger in the girl's voice and as she was she got out of bed "Don't come with me, I know where the exit is from her" the girl hissed between her teeth once she was quickly dressed. "You're an asshole, you know that?" the girl left her room angry with him and Aemond could hear the blow of the front door of the apartment slamming shut. Of course he knew he was an asshole. Only an asshole could have fallen for a girl he had only fucked once... maybe, he should have asked the girl her name, maybe... Alys was right and he was incapable of love... he just looked for some comfortable pants and he got ready to sleep. He inhaled on the pillow, she smelled like you, but she wasn't you... he had just taken off his eye eye patch and was going to sleep when he heard a loud knock on her door. He sat on the edge of the bed, had the girl left something? He take a quick look... he didn't find anything, except the used condom thrown on the floor... he heard the blows again, what the hell was going on?

With a scowl, he went to the door and flung it open. He wasn't in the mood to argue or talk to anyone. If it was the girl, he thought… But, it was just Aegon, his face flushed from crying, his cheeks red. He smelled of alcohol. And he didn't seem to know where he was, but he knew, of course he knew...

"Aemond" Aegon hugged him and began to cry. Aemond just narrowed his eyes in annoyance. The scene must have seemed comical to say the least. Just annoyed, he closed the door behind him. He didn't want any neighbor whispering about him tomorrow, the girl had already been loud enough "She left me" his brother sobbed again "She's a bitch, she left me" Aemond took him to the sofa and dropped him there. He took the bottle of some kind of alcohol he was holding from her and sighed. He contemplated the pathetic scene of how Aegon was crying again for his girlfriend  number… well, he had already lost count of what girlfriend's number it was. "Lyra has left me" he sobbed again and Aemond rolled his eyes again.

"And who is Lyra?" he asked, sitting down in the seat that was right next to the one Aegon was lying on. He felt that despite being the brother in the middle, he always had to be the eldest. Aegon sobbed loudly again and Aemond screwed up his face, disgusted with his older brother.

"The waitress," Aegon sobbed. “She was the love of my life”

"This girl was lasting a long time" Aemond stood up shrugging his shoulders "Besides, they are all the love of your life always" he smiled at her, with a humiliating face, but deep down he only wanted to mask his own sadness. "You'll get over it" And him? Would Aemond get over not being able to have you?

“You don't know anything about love, do you know what it is to be in love? You're just a cold, unfeeling bastard,” Aegon snapped at him as he snuggled into the sofa. And those words were like a dagger for Aemond, had he ever been in love? With Alys he had gone far, with you he had achieved a different level of connection... but did he know what it was to be in love?

Without realizing it, Aegon was now sleeping it off on his sofa. Aemond sighed and reached for one of the blankets to cover him. He had to protect his own. Maybe that was all the kind of love he deserved…or that he knew.

Jace kissed you breathlessly, sweaty and disheveled on top of you. You smiled at him and at that moment he was able to smile at you too. You two were going to get married. You were going to marry… him. Any doubts he might have had with you, he had dissipated after making love. He was still between your legs, on top of you. He was still kissing you between laughs, while he was carrying all the weight with his arms on the mattress. He didn't want to let you go. You were…his girl. How could he if he wants to think that you and Aemond…? It was ridiculous. You were sweet, you were funny, you were…everything. And, simply Aemond was the opposite of you. He couldn't have you in a thousand years. How could he have thought such a stupid thing? The truth is that I was a little annoyed with Joffrey for having cast doubt on you, but no, you were there. With him. Next to him. You two were going to get married. His mind repeated it as if he found it hard to believe.

"I have to go to the bathroom" you sighed, escaping from his embrace with a smile. He just flopped wearily against the opposite side of the mattress, grinning. And he watched with a smile as you ran to the bathroom. You were going to be the mother of his children, you were going to grow old together...

You came back from the bathroom and lay down on your side of the bed. Jace fell asleep before you hugged you and with a smile on his lips. He couldn't see how you picked up the phone and sighed when you saw that Aemond hadn't written to you that night. You were being selfish.

Aemond breathed again. That morning was the quarterly meeting. He had to take stock of the profits and losses of the company and he... got confused when he saw how Jace's mobile vibrated. The screen turned on and he saw that he was receiving a message from you. At that moment, he glanced at the screen of his phone... No, you hadn't texted him since what happened the last afternoon in the dress shop. And he hadn't written to you either. He had set the terms of what kind of relationship he wanted to have with you. He wasn't going to back down to just be your friend while Jace hit the jackpot.

"What do you think, Aemond?" he heard Luke's voice and woke up from his daydreams. He had stopped paying attention. He smiled to himself as he took out a cigarette and put it to his lips in that meeting room. Great, you had distracted him… Could he be any more pathetic? He lit the cigarette and leaned back in his seat after taking a strong drag that he expelled through his nose...

"Well, I have to confess... that I've lost track of all this simply because you're the speaker," he said, smiling defiantly at his nephew, and Aegon laughed. At least he wasn't losing his touch against his nephews.

Jace looked at him defiantly, his lips pursed. "Can you turn it off? It's not a place for you to smoke” he told him with a scolding face, but Aemond didn't even look at him. He just smiled to himself.

“And can you turn off the phone? Your girlfriend's messages distract me" he replied, finally making eye contact, tilting his head, he attacked him where he knew it hurt "You can tell she's in need of affection... if you want... I can fuck her. Maybe that's how that issue would go away" Aegon hit the table falling apart, as if it had been the attack of the century. Joffrey went blank as something started working in his head and Jace… Jace tried to lunge at Aemond. As if he wasn't saying something that wasn't true, Aemond thought. Luke grabbed him and Corlys did the same. Aemond was still unfazed, sitting in his seat, like a statue, just looking up at him with a defiant smile.

"You're a…" Jace started to say, but his voice trailed off.

"A what? My strong nephew…” he provoked him again. Jace had never jumped like this at any of his taunts. And Aemond was enjoying it as he took another drag on his cigarette. Really, he must have cared about you... but he would have jumped too if he was your... boyfriend, but he wasn't. He was just screwed because you hadn't written it, because you didn't throw yourself into his arms. Hell, it was clear that he was superior to Jace in everything. Still, he remained stoic in front of Jace.

"Don't go in on his taunts," Corlys whispered into his 'grandson''s ear and Jace sat back down, trying to remain calm. Just staring at his uncle, in front of him. Aemond Targaryen was the true dragon in that room, despicable though he was. It was the real truth.

“Do you want to know my opinion, nephew?” Aemond smiled, finishing his cigarette and putting it out against Jace's papers, who, as always, was sitting across from him in that meeting room. "I only know that we're going to hell because of your management," he smiled, raising one of the corners of his lips. . "And if you manage your relationship that well, a great future awaits you together" he whispered in his ear and left the room. All the others stayed in his places. Aemond was getting tired of it all.

Such a victory was short-lived for Aemond, however, and he received a call from his mother later. He, as always, remained silent for a moment to finally bring up again the subject of the loss of his eye at the hands of Luke, that they were not true Targaryens and how they were sinking the company... but those arguments that were so solid for Aemond did not they were enough for his mother. And Aemond sighed heavily as Alicent told him how they were going to settle this dispute. His mother must have been laughing at him.

Rhaenyra also called out to Jace. The tone of that conversation was different. Completely different. She just asked him how he was. Luke had told her what had happened. She was listening to him in silence and at the end she told him the idea that she and Alicent had had to try to smooth things over. Jace's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to refuse, but he was unable to deny his mother anything. He knew that she just wanted them to be a family. As if it was that easy...

So, there you were on Saturday morning, painting at the table on the terrace with Healena's boy. You had all gone to spend the weekend in one of the many houses that her family owned. All together. Jace hadn't told you what had happened, but you could tell something was wrong. However, he had promised to take you to the beach that afternoon, to swim together and watch the sunset. And, you needed time with him, even more so if Aemond was going to be around all that weekend. However, he had not arrived. Youhad been waiting all morning just to see him and he still hadn't shown up. Jace walked up to you and kissed you on the forehead as he brought you an ice soda. He put it down on the table and sat next to you while the boy continued to paint. Everyone was there, even Aegon, who seemed to be moaning all the time about everything. Rhaenyra, Damon, Alicent and Viserys were having coffee in the small room next to the terrace, separated from you only by a sliding glass door. Daeron walked over and ruffled his nephew's hair, only to disappear on his way to the kitchen where Healena was chatting with Cregan and Luke. Joffrey was sunbathing while he was playing a game on the phone, stretched out on a sun lounger on the terrace. For a moment, you realized that you could be a happy family... until the fantasy was broken just when you heard the engine of Aemond's Mercedes. He parked in front of the house. You saw it from the table where you were painting with the little one and you felt Jace tense up. He just got out of his car with a serious face and headed for the door. He went up to the second floor and Jace put his arm around his shoulders. What was that protective gesture about?

“Uncle Aemond!!” the child jumped out of his seat forgetting the drawing and everything else and ran into his arms. Aemond lifted him up easily, and his face finally broke into a smile. Aemond's gaze fell on you. You knew what he was doing. He was showing you that he had a way with children, that it was a good choice… God, he had a crush on you. He did it unconsciously, but he seemed so sweet to you at that moment that you could only smile. Yet at that very moment, you felt Jace's hand, cupping your chin, drawing attention to you with a kiss you never dreamed he could give you in public. You blushed. What the hell was happening to him?

"Aemond, I'm glad you came" his mother told him, taking the child from his arms. "You know why we're here, apologize now" she smiled between her teeth. Aemond scowled at her and walked over to the two of you. All eyes on him.

"Aemond" Jace greeted him getting up from the table and leaving you completely flushed at what had happened.

"Jace," he replied, with a smirk. He was not going to give in. He didn't mean to. He was going to show you how strong he could be in his convictions.

"I'll talk first if you want," Jace replied, looking at you to look back at Aemond. He had always been a compassionate man, a perfect dialoguer “I'm sorry if my strategies bother you. We can talk them. You are the second in the company. You have the right to tell me what you want. We can always improve ”he said proudly, he was showing you how democratic he could be.

“I'm sorry I smoked in the meeting room. I know what bothers you” he replied arrogantly with a smirk. Ignoring the rest of the things he had said in that meeting, as if that had been all he had done. You saw how Jace frowned, trying not to get angry, how Alicent looked at him with her mouth open in disbelief at what was happening, Rhaenyra fixed her eyes on him and Daemon laughed cheekily. On many occasions he saw himself reflected in his nephew. The only one who didn't know what was happening was you. Someone hadn't told you anything about what had happened. "Okay, problem solved, I'm going to the kitchen for a beer" Aemond passed in front of everyone, smiling. He had already apologized as his mother wanted, right? Jace gave you a mock smile and never took his eyes off you for the rest of the day.

Maybe that's why he saw how Aemond sat next to you at lunch and made you laugh. How he offered you from his plate and you accepted, how his eyes lit up when he saw you and how you responded with a silly smile. Jace couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was beginning to believe Joff's words. Then, he received a call that made him even more angry with you, what was happening to you? He waited for his mother and Alicent to leave with his Grandfather and Daemon for dinner in a nearby town, as well as for Cregan and Healena to do the same with his son alone, when he asked you to come to the room, to speak. You were with Luke on the terrace, and Aemond, how could you not? He was there too, you apologized and followed him. When you got to the room, you saw him slam the door behind you. You got scared. It was the first time you saw him like this.

"What the hell are you up to with Aemond?" she yelled at you and you went pale... you wanted to articulate words, but they didn't come out of your lips. You didn't understand what was happening. Had she found out what had happened? No, it was impossible. “Fuck, he looks like your boyfriend, and your boyfriend is me. No, your future husband is what I am ”he snapped at you, angry, terribly angry. You didn't know what had happened, but after what had happened in the meeting room, he couldn't take it anymore with Aemond's presence, and even less if you seemed like a lovesick girl with him.

“Jace, we get along well. That's all" you replied, trying to calm down a boy who never got upset... until that moment. "We are friends"

"No, you don't know him. He is not friends with anyone. He's a creep, he's a complete asshole” he snapped, moving up and down the room. So, he didn't know anything about what had happened between you. You breathed easier even though you were still tense about what was happening.

"Jace, please…" you asked him to calm down.

"And he called me your grandmother, what the hell is going on with the fucking dress thing again?" he asked you angrily, tired of everything. "She called me crying, damn it, is it so hard to you to change that bloody dress?" he yelled at you and you turned pale. You were going to suffer all the anger that Jace had accumulated for so long, and you wondered if you really deserved it. Your eyes began to mist over, but that didn't seem to slow Jace down. “My mother doesn't like it, your grandmother doesn't like it… please, can you stop pestering me about this damn topic? Change it. Please change it, because I can't stand my mother and your grandmother complaining. You don't know how long I've been, and you... you..."

At that moment you revealed yourself and yelled at him. You've never argued before. You were both calm, but not at the time. You were going to argue and you were not going to stay silent. “Maybe I'd know what the hell is wrong with you if you told me” you told her angrily “And I'm not going to change the dress, I'm sticking with it. If they don't like it, don't look."

"No, of course, it's better if they bother me, right?" he yelled at you too "You don't even do that for me..."

"That? I don't do that for you? You don't know what I'm sacrificing for you, you have no fucking idea what I'm doing for you…” you yelled at him again, as if you were exploding, as if you didn't care. He still didn't stop, he kept going, you were both too angry to back down.

“He fucks you with his fucking eyes, well, with his fucking eye. And you let him, and you are telling me that you are sacrificing things? he yelled at you referring to Aemond. "I forbid you to be his friend"

"We are friends. You're not my father, you can't tell me who to be friends with or not” you yelled at him again. This time crying. You couldn't anymore. You were going to tell him, you were going to tell him that you had slept with Aemond, that you didn't like the sad fucking he gave you, that you were going to marry him because of what others said, that you didn't like him, that you were no longer attracted to him, that it was hard for you to laugh with him… when everything changed between the two of them. Jace slammed his fist against the door, violently. In something you've never seen him do before. And he just closed his eyes regretfully. The two of you were silent. He he breathed heavily.

"I think I need some fresh air," he said in a whisper and left. He left you alone in the room and after a while you saw from the terrace how he took the car with Luke and Joffrey and he left. Very surely, he was going to the city to drink. And to you I couldn't be less important. You were hurt. He didn't have a clue about anything. You went out on the terrace to get some fresh air.

“Yeah… all about this wedding sucks” Aemond approached you. He had heard all the discussion between Jace and you. Well, you thought that all the family would had heard your discussion. He leant all his slender body on the wood rail of that terrace. His gaze met your eyes while you looked away from him and you wiped away a tear that fell down your cheek, as quick as possible. The cigarette, that he was going to lit, was forgotten. He just gently ran his thumb against the wet skin of your cheek.

“I don't need your pity” You replied as cold as possible, however your heart raced that fast that you could have died right there. Why he has to be so dammed handsome? Why life was punishing you so hard? He sneered and placed himself back on the railing with those cocky movements that drove you crazy in the bottom of your heart. He lit his cigarette and he took a deep drag. Even his lighter was fucking smug, a Zippo. Normally, he would have expelled the smoke through his nose, but this time he expelled it through his mouth, blowing all the smoke into your face, unconsciously. His lips parted and his gaze undressed you completely. Unlike you, he knew what he wanted.

“What a silly princess” He whispered, one of the corner of his lips curled in an arrogant mock. His mind running all in thoughts about how he would have settle that discussion if he would be your boyfriend. Jace was a fucking retarded. “I perfectly know you don´t need my pity… you need a good shag which made you forget about all that troubles you” He whispered in your ear, really close, like if he would be going to kiss in your neck. “You look really stunning in that dress” He confessed you “Even if Jace and his perfect family think that you need something more discreet… I would be able to tear it from your precious body just to make you mine…”

You widened your eyes at his confession, looking at him with a quick movement of your head, slightly moving away from his presence. “Aemond…” you started to say, but he only interrupted you.

“I know, you are going to marry him, no matter what” he looked down “I don’t like to see you crying” He confessed “That´s all” All for the strong boys. His mind screamed. Anger and impotence began to take possession of his Heart when you murmured to yourself, your arms embracing your own chest.

“I only wanted a calm evening, watching the sunset at the beach” you tone of voice was only a whisper in that wooden terrace, but it was enough to be heard by Aemond. He was a cold man, a stoic bastard, but in that moment a stupid idea crossed his brain. You made him be a so different man.

“It only would take an hour from here, if we went as fast as possible in my car” He suggested, but he didn’t look at you, you only could saw the middle of his face, stoic, the black eye patch who covered the scar of his face and eye  hiding any kind of emotion. You frowed your face and you tilted your head trying to understand what he was saying.

“To where?” you asked in a confusion tone, what he wants from you? What he was thinking?

“To the beach, we could watch the sunset and even swim before it gets dark, I was thinking that this is what you wanted” He took another puff, visibly nervous. You realized that Aemond cared about you more than he wanted to admit. He was a really different guy than you were used to, much more complex than Jace. “Aegon is drunk in the basement right now. Healena and her husband are gone, Daeron just vanished as always. My parents went to a fancy restaurant with your fantastic parents-in-law and Jace just leave you alone here to go to the city with Luke and Jofrey. He said that he needs fresh air” he released it as if he felt contempt for his entire family, as if he was venting everything on you. Maybe he was doing it. “I think that we need some fresh air too, don’t you think?”

He stubbed out his cigarette on the railing, his face wore an arrogant smile, he almost seemed happy, but he couldn't look at your face. You bit your lips without knowing what to say. Even though he was smiling, you didn't think Aemond could ever be happy, not with what little you knew about him. And yet, here it was offering you a quick getaway to clear yourself of everything around you. Well, he really knew what it was like to be with his family. You were just beginning to understand how it worked, something he already had a master's degree in. “No one will find out and... they won't miss us, at least for the moment”

“Your… your car is not so fast. We only have two hour until it gets dark and what about if someone comes early to home?” You asked him, trying to make him see that it was a crazy idea more typical of two teenagers than of adults like you both. Aemond gave a sheepish laugh, still not looking at you.

“I bet you that we can reach the beach in least than 25 min, more or less” He took your hand like a boyfriend in love, guiding you to the basement “Perhaps, my car is not so fast, as you say, but I have a solution” He smiled at you, and in that moment you could see Aemond as a little boy who is up to some mischief. A wide and sincere smile. The same cocky bastard you knew now was like a gentleman taking his princess for a ride hidden from everyone. Your heart raced and you could only tighten his grip by taking your other hand to his. You seemed like a little girl when you were by his side, guided by him, but above all protected and loved. Wasn't that what you had always sought? Protection and love?

His head was starting to ache from drinking so much, but he wasn't going to stop, that was clear to him. If he couldn't party, he'd throw the party himself. A little voice in his head told him that he was right. If Lyra had left him, he didn't care anymore. So he was going to drink until he could care less about her. Fuck everyone. With his eyes closed, he rested from his own state, missing the weed he had left at home... he really thought he wouldn't need it, but now he regretted it. And what was preventing him from partying? Nothing. Only the scolding He would get from his mother. So nothing stopped him... he just had to take the car keys...

"Where are the keys?" he thought he heard Aemond's voice, but he kept his eyes closed. He licked his lips and kept trying to sleep it off. "Aegon. The keys to your Lamborghini. Where?" He felt a strong blow to the shoulder, followed by the corresponding stinging from the impact. He opened his eyes to find Aemond's tall figure standing before him. He closed his eyes again with a smile.

"What the hell do you want them for?" he managed to answer, rolling back onto his side on the old sofa in the basement. "The car is mine..." he began to tell tired. Actually, it had been a gift when Aemond had turned twenty. It was supposed to be for both of them, but he had ended up enjoying it more than the younger brother. Without a doubt, Aegon had gotten more out of the car than his brother. "I was thinking of going to the city..."

"Your conditions are more than optimal for driving" he heard his brother said; surely he was rolling his eyes in a gesture of arrogance. They knew each other too well "But, Where are the keys?"

"What the hell do you need them for?" he jumped up from the sofa, tired of his brother bothering him. At that moment, his eyes focused on the image that he had before him. Aemond was with a girl. He couldn't believe that he was passing by, he was holding her hand… but, this girl was familiar to him. She was… she was… Jace's fucking fiancée… he could only laugh at the image before his eyes… "Don't fuck with me, Aemond…" He stretched out in front of his brother due to exhaustion and drunkenness.

"The keys. Now” Aemond barked at him, protecting (Y/N) behind him, as if he hadn't expected Aegon to see her, but it was too late. The eldest of the brothers had seen her. A smile of disbelief and contempt spread across his face.

"Aemond..." he began to say as he searched for the keys in his tracksuit.

"Give me the fucking keys" he asked her again with that tone of voice that could freeze all of Winterfell. His eye was fixed on him, he was asking him to hurry up… he was fucking mad at him…

"Y/N, pretty, could you come out for a moment? I want to talk to my little brother..." he said, looking at the girl arrogantly, to look again at the keys that were now in his hands. He started playing with them.

"No," Aemond sentenced, slashing at him with his gaze. "The keys" put out his hand for Aegon to give him the keys.

Aegon sneered again and walked over to give his brother the keys. He got close enough to whisper in her ear as he handed her the keys. "Don't be an asshole, we know each other..." Aegon remembered the times Aemond had tried to flirt in high school without much success, and the only thing he could see in that The moment in front of him was that boy who wanted to bite off more than he could swallow, just like when he was a teenager “If you're going to fuck her, I have condoms upstairs. If you want…"

"Goodbye, Aegon," He replied, pulling away from him once he had the keys in his hand. Aegon watched them leave the cellar. He saw how Aemond smiled at (Y / N): “Don't worry, it's OK” he whispered in her ear as she followed him, holding onto his hand. No. It wasn't right. Aegon sat back on the sofa, staring straight ahead with a blank stare. He wanted to say something to Aemond, like older brothers are supposed to. It was the first time Aemond had screwed up. And, despite the fact that he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, he was not happy. Rather, he was worried about what might happen to Aemond's heart… Oh, please! What a nerd! He just needed more alcohol now that the chances of going to town were gone. Besides, Aemond was simply going to fuck you for revenge, just as he'd said in the meeting, and Aegon smiled at his thought.

#aemond x y/n #aemond modern au #aemond smut #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen modern au #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x fem!reader

[javelinbk]

twenty questions for fic writers

Thank you @scurator for tagging me! Let’s not compare stats, eh?

How many works do you have on ao3?

22 total, 21 J/P

What's your total ao3 word count?

367,138

What fandoms do you write for?

Just The Beatles!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Brother Dearest

2. Stop all the clocks

3. The Life of Riley

4. Take a sad song, and make it better

5. Double Fantasy

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! It’s always polite to say thank you, and a comment to me is a gift. That reminds me, I still need to reply to the last few comments on LoR.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Songs We Were Singing has the angstiest moments, but the ending itself is one of the schmaltziest I’ve done. Get a job, cop is probably the only one I’ve done that doesn’t have a happy ending, although I tried to make it more bittersweet than miserable. And it’s still happier than what happened in real life!

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Take a sad song and make it better, where they [spoiler] end up sharing a love nest/shag pad in Scotland, go back to writing together, and raise their blended family together, and then finally get married in their sixties. What more could you want?

Do you get hate on fics?

No, generally people are lovely, but there were some weird fact-checkers on Brother Dearest for some reason - one who incorrectly tried to tell me I’d got their ages wrong (like I hadn’t checked it!) and someone who was put out that I didn’t include Ken Brown at the Casbah. Oh, and I got the bog-standard message from occasional troll Vee, but that just made me feel like I’d finally arrived in the fandom!

Do you write smut?

Reluctantly, yes, but normally only if it’s part of the plot.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. There was a fic that came out just after Stop all the clocks that had a lot of similarities to certain parts (and I know the author read mine), but they were the types of things you wouldn’t even notice if you weren’t as familiar with it as I was, so I don’t even know if the author realised they were doing it. But people who cry ‘plagiarism!’ generally bug me, especially because we see so many of the same ideas come round all the time in this fandom. And I’ve only been around for 2 years, so I know nothing.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not until recently, but someone has just started translating The Life of Riley into Russian! I think they might be doing Double Fantasy too. Hit up @pinksodaaa if you want to know more

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I tried doing a group fic once, but there were too many cooks, and I’m not really sure how the ‘writing’ part works, especially when you only have contact online. I love chatting with friends about fic though, and would definitely be up for collaborating one day. By which I mean I shout out plot ideas and they write the damn thing.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I guess I’ll have to say J/P because this is the one I’ve got most heavily involved in, but faves back in the day were Lois & Clark and Father Peter & Assumpta. I guess I’m a sucker for ships involving self-sacrifice for a greater good.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don’t really have any, although I have snippets that I’m not sure will ever go anywhere. I have half an idea for one set during Anthology, but I’m not sure if there’s enough of a story there. And I once wrote a short BYBANG sequel for @scurator, but I’m not sure I’ll ever let that see the light of day.

What are your writing strengths?

Err, dunno. I’ve written a few multi-chapter plot-based fics now, so I guess those are my speciality. And I like making my soundtrack playlists, but I don’t know if anyone else is that bothered about them (I know that’s not really writing, but it’s part of the whole creative process for me).

What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh, boy, too many to list. Relying too much on gestures and body language. Writing straightforward dialogue without showing what people are feeling. Using the same words and ideas over and over again.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I can’t say I’ve really thought about it. I can’t speak any other languages other than a bit of basic German, so I doubt I’ll be doing it any time soon.

First fandom you wrote for?

First posted was for Sanditon (a period drama that had a terrible ending that needed to be fixed), but at school my friend and I used to write self-insert John (me) and George (her) fics (and by ‘write’ I literally mean we’d write them out on paper)

Favorite fic you've written?

I love all my children in different ways! I probably like the world of Double Fantasy the most, although I don’t think that fic is particularly well written. Tres bien ensemble is always a fave, because that one just appeared fully formed in my head one day. And I do like the ‘enemies’ part of Brother Dearest. RIP, McHarrison, we hardly knew you.

Tagging @zilabee @beatlessideblog and @eveepe if you fancy it

#fic writer asks

[liiilyevans]

A prompt: Can you do George and Angelina renewing their vows/ possibly realizing they never got married in the first place?

Anon, I know this is late, but I love you for this prompt. @harryissuchalittleshit and I were talking about this a while back and we both think that George asks Angelina to remarry him every time they go to a wedding. So, enjoy this little oneshot!

Four Time George Suggested He and Angelina Get Remarried and One Time She Did

I.

Angelina was talking to Alicia when her very drunk husband came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She hadn't seen George had been gone for a hot minute, and she assumed it was because he and Lee went to go get high behind the barn on the property that the newly wed Woods got married on.

Out of the corner of her eye, Angelina spotted Katie and Oliver talking to Puddlemere's manager. They both looked radiant, Katie especially in her lace gown and long sleeves. Oliver looked as dashing as he always did with his shirt sleeves rolled up his arms. Angelina could not be more happy for her two oldest friends.

"You're pretty," he muttered pressing his face into her neck.

Angelina rolled her eyes good naturedly as Alicia sent her a knowing smile.

"Am I?" she said, turning her head slightly, and George pressed a messy kiss to her mouth.

"Where's Lee?" Alicia asked.

George finally seemed to notice her and grinned. "Hi, Lic. He's over by Ron and Harry I think. Near the drinks table."

Alicia hummed before heading that way.

Angelina turned around in George's arms, nudging his head up with her nose so she could look into his hazel eyes. They were slightly glazed over, but still full of desire, just as she expected. Weddings made her husband randy, much to her amusement.

"I missed you," he said breathily.

"You saw me thirty minutes ago," she said.

"Too long," he muttered, his hands clenching around her waist.

George always had been a fun drunk.

"Did you come over here to tell me you wanted to go home?" she asked, playing with his hair while he nuzzled into the side of her neck.

"No," he said. "I came over here to tell you I want to marry you again."

Angelina scoffed. "George, we got married six months ago." At a very beautiful mansion in northern England where they hadn't been able to take their eyes off each other long enough to enjoy the scenery. Good thing they had pictures.

"So?" he said. "I'm sure the officiant is still here. We could pull him up to the podium. Katie and Ol wouldn't mind."

Angelina was sure Katie and Oliver would mind very much.

Running her hand through his sweat slick hair, Angelina smiled at her husband. He was the most entertaining drunk she had ever met. It was one of the things she loved about him.

"Ask me again in the morning, yeah?" she said.

Luckily, that seemed to pacify George as he took to nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

I.I.

Angelina took the drink that George handed her gratefully. It had been a long day. Parvati and Lavender's wedding had been a two day affair, though George and Angelina had only made it to the second day due to her work schedule. It had been a beautiful cerebration of love and family, but her feet were starting to hurt and she needed a place to sit.

"I think this wedding rivals a Weasley wedding in rowdiness, don't you?" George said, sipping at his whiskey.

Angelina hummed. The Weasleys were a fun-loving bunch, but she thought Lav and Vati's families could give them a run for their money.

"Seems like only yesterday we did this," Angelina muttered into her drink.

Her and George's wedding had been a whirlwind of festivities with fireworks to conclude the night. Or rather, everyone else had watched fireworks. She was too busy being shagged by her new husband.

George interlaced their fingers. "I'm glad you said yes."

Angelina smiled. "I'm glad you asked."

It had been a surprise when he did. No one believed her when she said that; everyone thought she must have known since she was so perceptive. Truly, she hadn't. When George had dropped to one knee with tears in his eyes, she had cried, too, and said yes almost a million times she was sure.

While planning a wedding had been stressful, there was no one she would rather had done it with. From the flowers to the food to the venue. George was there at every turn, and she had never appreciated him more. When she'd walked down the aisle in her fitted dress, George had tears welling in his eyes, and Angelina had barely been able to contain her own.

It was a magical day.

"We should do it again, you know."

"Do what again?" she asked.

"Get married."

He always suggested such serious things with such ease, like he could snap his fingers and it would happen tomorrow.

"You'll have to top your first proposal if you want me to marry you a second time," she teased.

George grinned. "I can do that."

I.I.I.

"I never thought we'd get through that ceremony," George said. "I swore she was going to turn and run back up the aisle."

Angelina smacked him across the stomach for that comment.

"That's a little mean," Katie said.

"I thought that Ron being sick all over her shoes was more likely," Lee put in.

"You two are terrible," Angelina said, linking arms with Katie and heading away from the two.

Oliver was stuck in Switzerland and Alicia was Scandinavia. So, that left just her and Katie to deal with George and Lee.

"It really was a beautiful ceremony," Katie said. "I loved their vows to each other."

Ron and Hermione had written their own vows - Hermione's idea - and Ron's hadn't left a dry eye in the house, including his own. Looking back, Angelina thought it was something she might have liked to try.

"They were beautiful," she agreed. "Even Harry had tears in his eyes, and that's no easy feat."

Katie hummed and picked up a finger sandwich off a passing tray. Cocktail hour was two hours long, but everyone was expecting longer since photographs had to be taken between the ceremony and reception. Angelina grabbed two flutes of champange and handed one to Katie. Her friend took it, fingering the rim after she'd finished her sandwich.

"I have some news," she said softly.

Angelina gave Katie her full attention, fully expecting something to be wrong with Oliver by the way her friend was looking nervously at her feet.

"I'm pregnant."

Angelina sat her champange down on a nearby table. "What?" Katie's first son was only nine months old. To have another baby so soon seemed daunting. Angelina could barely handle her and George's son as it was. She couldn't imagine having two under two in one house.

"I haven't told anyone yet," Katie said. "I just found out a few days ago, but I couldn't wait for Oliver to get home. I just had to tell someone."

"Oh, Katie," Angelina said, pulling her into a hug. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," she said and Angelina could hear the tears in her voice. "I know it's really soon after Jack, but I'm so happy. Even if I do cry all the time." As she pulled away, she wiped a couple of tears from under her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I scared Oliver before he left. I was so upset he was leaving, I cried for hours. I think he was happy to get away."

Angelina shook her head. She remembered the pregnancy hormones well. Freddy had made her sick to her stomach constantly and waspish to everyone. She'd nearly made George sleep on the couch for breathing funnily around her.

"I'm sure he's more than ready to get back to you and his babies," Angelina said. "Even if he doesn't know there's a second one on the way."

Katie smiled brightly at her, and Angelina felt excitement for her friend well in the bottom of her stomach. When Katie was pulled away by a co-worker from St. Mungo's, Angelina headed toward the reception area in search of one of those waiters with food. She found her husband commandeering a whole tray for himself.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Getting food," he answered. "I don't know how long Hermione and Ron plan to take for their pictures, and I'm not bloody well starving waiting for them."

Angelina rolled her eyes. "Remind me what put the stick up your ass tonight?"

"Nothing," George said, popping a sandwich into his mouth. "Ron's my little brother. I'm required to be mean to him. It's in the job description."

She snorted, and very much doubted the validity of George's statement.

"Katie's pregnant."

George choked on his sandwich, and Angelina thought it served him right for all the comments he'd made about his brother.

"What?" he finally managed. "So soon?"

"Don't tell anyone," she said. "Oliver doesn't know yet."

"How come you know?" George said.

"Because I'm one of her best friends."

Which was true enough, though Angelina would have said she was more like a sister. She, Katie, and Alicia had been inseparable since they'd started playing Quidditch together. That hadn't changed over the years.

"Well, fuck me," George muttered.

"Your mother wouldn't approve of us going at it on one of the tables."

George choked again, and Angelina smirked as she stole a sandwich from his tray.

"Merlin, I love you," he said when he could speak again. He set the tray down and slid his arms around her waist, his fingers sliding up the bare skin of her back. Goosebumps followed his touch. "I should marry you again."

By now, Angelina was used to this. Almost every time they went to a wedding, George floated the idea of doing a vow renewal or remarrying her. She'd come to expect it by now.

"Not even going to ask me properly?" she said.

George grinned. "When have I ever done anything properly?"

I.V.

Angelina clapped loudly as Dean and Seamus walked back up the aisle together. It had been a long time coming for those two, and they'd persevered through a lot of ups and downs. Angelina was so happy for them. She didn't know how anyone couldn't be happy for them.

When they entered the reception area, Angelina's smile softened. It was a beautiful area lit with candles on each table and beautiful golden drapes hanging from the ceiling. A tugging on Angelina's skirt caused her to look away from the beautifully lit room.

"Mamma, I'm gonna go play with Lily," her three-year-old said.

Angelina looked across the room and easily spotted Harry's messy hair besides Ginny's bright tresses.

"Be careful, and stay with Harry and Ginny," she said.

Roxanne bolted as soon as she realized it was ok to leave. Her little girl was a wild one.

"She's going to break something one of these days if she doesn't slow down," Oliver commented.

"And I imagine your wife will be more than happy to fix it," Angelina said. Katie was an excellent Healer, and one of Roxanne's favorite people.

They found Oliver's wife sitting at table with Angelina's husband and Lee and Alicia. She wasn't sure if the later were going to make it, but they'd gotten in just in time. Gently, Angelina slid up to George's side and rested her head on his shoulder. He quickly pressed a kiss to her forehead, his beard scratching against her.

She loved that about him - that he acknowledged her despite being engaged in a conversation with someone else. It made her feel special. When he finished talking with Lee, he turned his attention to her completely.

"I've been thinking."

"Oh, no."

Angelina figured they were due for their wedding conversation at some point.

"If we did get remarried, the kids could be in it this time," George said. "Roxanne could be the flower girl, and Freddy and your dad could give you away."

"George Weasley," Alicia gasped. "When did you become such a romantic?"

George rested his chin on Angelina's shoulder and grinned at her. "When I married your best friend."

Angelina just rolled her eyes.

"That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard," Katie said, a hand over her heart. "Oliver, why don't we have a vow renewal?"

Oliver sent her and incredulous look. "Because you nearly killed yourself planning our wedding."

Which was true. Katie had gone overboard and the stress of that combined with her job had nearly driven her into the ground.

She sent him a scathing look before turning back to George and Angelina. "You should let me plan your vow renewal."

"No," Angelina said easily before going off to find herself a drink.

V.

Roxanne was a radiant bride. Her dress was gorgeous, with a big tule skirt and flowered design on the corset. Her spaghetti straps were bejeweled with small rhinestones that added just the right amount of glitz to her outfit. To match the rhinestones Alicia and Angelina had fixed small diamond pins into segments of Roxanne's updo. Judging by the enraptured look on Hunter Wood's face as Roxanne stepped up onto the platform with him, the blonde thought Roxanne was as beautiful as Angelina did.

George stepped back toward her clearly wiping tears away from his eyes. Angelina grabbed his hand when he stepped up next to her, and they sat down together when they were directed to.

Angelina never thought she'd see Roxanne, her wild daughter, married before her son, but here they were. George wiping his eyes on one side of the aisle while Katie bawled on the other.

Before Angelina knew it, her daughter was officially a Wood and she and George were making their way back up the aisle. Fuck, that made her feel old.

When she and George made it to the start of the receiving line, Angelina gave George a moment with Roxanne and gave Hunter a hug. He squeezed her tightly.

"Congratulation, sweetheart," she whispered. Merlin, it seemed like yesterday she was watching and Jack and Hunter while Katie interviewed for CEO of St. Mungo's.

"Thanks," he said and Angelina saw the bright smile on his face as she pulled away, the same one Katie had. "I'm just glad we both made it through that ceremony."

"You did lovely," Angelina said.

Then she moved over to her baby girl. Roxanne had tears in her eyes and the biggest smile on her face, no doubt that result of whatever George had said to her.

"Congratulations, baby," Angelina said as she wrapped her daughter in a big hug. She was keenly aware that this would last time she would be wholly hers and George's in a sense, and she wondered if this was how her dad felt when she got married. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Mum," Roxanne whispered.

"You two have to come over supper when you get back," Angelina said as she pulled away, fighting hard against her own tears. "I won't hear any arguments."

"We will," Roxanne said.

As she and George stepped away from them, she heard Katie telling Roxanne she looked beautiful in between sobs.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to make it through the rest of the night," George muttered, glancing over his shoulder. "Our little girl is all grown up."

"I know," Angelina sighed. "Makes you feel old, huh?"

"Incredibly," he muttered.

Glancing back over her shoulder, Angelina saw Hunter and Roxanne continuing to greet their guests and glancing at each other with the brightest smiles. It filled her heart with an abundant amount of joy.

"So, would you really want to do it again?" she asked.

"Huh? Of course, I'd walk her down the aisle again. Even if I did end up bawling the whole way."

"Not that," Angelina said. "I meant stand in a reception line with me."

George raised his eyebrows. "Of course. I'd do anything for you."

Gently, Angelina slid her arms around her husband's neck and gave him a soft kiss. "Well, George Weasley, would you do me the honor marrying me again?"

"Of course," he said resting his forehead against hers.

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