#bre does gif drabbles

[breanime]

You rushed around your room, securing your earrings as you rushed over to the mirror, taking in your appearance. You had a date tonight, and you wanted to look good. Quickly, you glanced at your phone. Your date had sent you a text a while ago saying that he was on his way, and you wanted to make sure you were ready before he arrived.

But despite your frantic rushing back and forth in your apartment, you had to admit--

--you weren't excited.

It wasn't that he wasn't a nice guy; he was sweet, handsome, had a good, stable job to go with his good, stable life. But that was the thing. You didn't want stable.

You wanted Rio.

But you couldn't handle the lies, the secrets, the long absences. It had gotten to the point where you felt more like an afterthought than a girlfriend.

Fixing your hair one last time, you paused. You could have sworn that you heard the door shut. Grabbing your phone, you walked out of your bedroom in search of your purse.

What you were met with was your ex-boyfriend standing in the middle of your living room.

You gasped, "What the fuck?"

Rio looked you up and down, his gaze slow, unrushed in the way that only a man like him could have; a man who could not be rushed. Slowly, his eyes locked on yours. "You look nice."

"What are you doing in my apartment?" You hissed.

He smirked, not at all repentant. "I wanted to see you," he shrugged, "I was in the neighborhood."

"In the-- Rio, what do you want?" You snapped. In all honesty, you weren't really that upset with him, Rio popping up in your place was a common thing when you were dating. And you loved it. It felt like a little surprise every time it happened. Even now, you kind of loved it. But that irritated you--he wasn't yours anymore, and you weren't his. You shouldn't be happy to see him at all. "Why are you here?"

Rio was eyeing you again, his dark gaze somewhere between appreciative--taking in your outfit, your jewelry, the soft tones of your makeup--and disapproving. "I already told you. Was in the neighborhood. Wanted to see you," he paused, licking his lips slowly, "You must got big plans tonight, huh? Dressed up so nice, lookin' so pretty."

You stood tall, "I've got a date."

"Hm."

"Yeah--he's on his way, actually," you went on, "So..."

He rolled his shoulders, his hands clenching in his pockets, "So," he nodded, "You want me to go?"

You paused. Logically, there was only one answer: yes, of course. Your date would be here any minute, Rio had his chance with you and he ruined it. He should go--he never should have been there in the first place--and you knew if you told him to leave, he would. That was the logical thing to do.

You did the opposite.

"No," you answered honestly, letting your heart take over and the words just came out, "But you can't stay. Not if you're gonna be the exact same as you were before. I can't go back to the lies and the long, lonely nights not even knowing where you are. And I won't. I'm not. So you can either stay, and we can talk, or you can go, and I can move on. Cause this guy is nice--he--he's great," you sighed, "but he isn't you." You took a breath, feeling exposed, like your skin was inside out, and looked at him.

Not taking his eyes off of you, Rio walked deeper into the room, and sat on the couch.

"Let's talk, mama," he said, eyes serious and determined, "Let's talk, and I'll be for real with you. I won't hide nothin', won't tell no lies," his eyes met yours, and you could see the dark determination in them, "Cause I want to stay. I wanna be here," he leaned forward, "I want you. So let's talk." He watched you approach the couch, wary, but willing. You sat, facing him, and Rio smirked.

"But first," he said, his low voice filling the room, "you should call old boy and cancel your date."

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Observance

Notes: This was gonna be short but...I'll level with y'all, I was editing this and I was like 'yeah you know what sexy scene time'. This post would've gone up like a whole-ass hour ago with 1.6K less in it. Also Not Beta-Read. Also also if the dog Holly is unfamiliar to you, you can check out this Old Dog Christmas drabble. Length: 5.4K

Warnings: Canon-typical violence; cursing; angst; fluff; explicit sexual content—oral sex (male); fingering; spitting;  blindfolds; bondage; hand-on-throat (so not quite choking)

“Please—Please.” There’s a quiver in Breanna’s voice that makes your stomach twist. You know that she wouldn’t ask unless it was absolutely necessary. You’re not sure which part makes you more nervous—the fact that there’s a quiver in her voice, or the favor she's asking for is absolutely necessary. “Alright,” You conceded resignedly, “Alright—Gimme twelve hours.” “TWELVE—” “I gotta sort my shit here before I can help you, Bre.” You feel a touch guilty for snapping at her. You know that she doesn’t ask to upset you. “...Sort it fast and make it a short twelve,” Breanna orders before hanging up. You lower your phone, sighing softly and peering down at the phone, eyeing the time of the call as it flashes before returning to your home screen: a picture of James asleep on the couch, with Holly and Bernard sitting on his chest and legs respectively.

The painless choice would be to leave James a note—to let him know that you had something come up, and not to worry. But you know now that the painless choice is rarely the right one, and while James acted as such before, you don’t wish to pay him back in kind.

You know what that feels like—it leaves a person hollow, deflated, like a popped balloon. And while there were moments in your time away from him that you wished the feeling on him, you don’t wish it on him now.

--

“I need to go to Brussels for a few days,” You tell him. He hasn’t asked yet, but he’s been looking at your packed suitcase by the door since he came in. “...Work?” He asks, tone deceivingly light and nonchalant. “Not exactly,” You shrug, equally deceiving in your nonchalance, “A friend needs help.” “A work friend?” “...Sort of,” You manage, “Not MI6.” “From?” “The navy. She’s in a tough spot, needs help. I’ve already asked Moneypenny to come over and walk and feed the dogs if you’re sent out. Q’s in reserve, so.” “...While I do love them, my first concern wasn’t for the dogs.” “That is very rich coming from a man who came back from his last mission with a cast around his arm—” “Pup—” “And a bandage wrapped around his head like he was in a hospital ward in the First World War.” “You said it was dashing.” “I was trying to cheer you up. You seemed very put out.” “Well—” “Don’t get me wrong, you did look like a dashing air force pilot from 1915—” “Why does this friend need your help?” You purse your lips, lowering your eyes and pushing your food around your plate. It’s an excellent question: one that you knew he would ask, and one that you knew you didn’t have a good answer for. “I um—” You clear your throat, “I don’t entirely know. She didn’t want to get into it over the phone.” “Concerning.” “A little, yes.” “You trust her?” You lift your head, waiting for Bond to set his drink down before catching his eye. “Breanna pulled me off of a sinking ship. I’ve trusted her with my life before, and I would again. She needs my help, I’m going.” “Alright,” Bond concedes, leaning back in his seat, “When?” “…In about three hours.” “Three?” Now Bond looks truly disapproving. “I just got back.” “I know. James, we…We don't plan for shit to happen, it just…It just happens.” “...I want updates.” “Even if you’re at work?” “Yes.” “You know that’s an awful idea.” “How do I know that.” “James.” “...I’ve had worse ideas.” “Well. That’s true, at least.”

--

“Do you ever think about our anniversary?”

The question catches you off-guard, and you freeze in your patting down your pockets, looking for your passport.

“I...Our anniversary?” You repeat, brow furrowing, “Do we have one?”

“I’ve been wondering that myself, lately.” Bond looks oddly contemplative as his eyes roam your suitcase, and the coat thrown over the top. “What spurred that though?” “Moneypenny.” “Ah, yes. She and her boyfriend just had their—third?” “Mm.” Bond folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the arm of the couch. “I feel like we’ve too many options.” “What, to choose from?” You laugh, unable to help it, but Bond answers, “Yes,” With all seriousness.

“Well, let’s see,” You sigh, resuming your search for your passport, “There’s…The first time we fucked.” “Mm. The first time we went to the seaside.” “Which I’d rather not use.” “Understandable...The first time I saw you on Naxos…The first time I saw you after I returned to MI6.” “Yes, what a memorable hallway.” “The first time we fucked after I returned to MI6.” “The self-flagellation that you put yourself through when you let me ask most of the questions that I had.” “Exactly.” You walk over to the couch, searching through your purse. “Do you have a preference?” You ask, glancing at Bond as he twists to look at you. “...Could observe all of them—except the seaside.” You chuckle softly. “Fascinating tactic, Commander.” “How so?” “Should you forget to celebrate one or the other, you’ve another two or three chances within the year to make up for it.” “I didn’t even think about that.” “Oh no?” You ask as your fingers close around your passport. “Nn-nn.” You give Bond a disbelieving glance as you straighten up from your purse, zipping it shut. “...Is your passport in there?” Bond asks. “Yes.” “Good.” “I have to go.” “...Yeah,” Bond mutters, lowering his gaze his head. You walk around to stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and sliding a hand up to play with his hair at his nape. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.” Bond nods, lifting his head to meet your eyes, “I know you will.” “So you can wipe that little concerned furrow from between your brows.” You lean in, pressing a peck over the furrow. You smile as you hear James huff out a soft laugh. His arms unfold as he reaches out, curling his fingers in the fabric of your sweater. You lower your head, resting your forehead against Bond’s for a moment before you kiss him gently. As you’re shifting to walk away, his hand slips up to curl around the back of your neck, drawing you closer. You sigh softly, leaning into his chest. There’s something about the way James kisses you these days—it’s softer, more of a tender embrace. It’s still passionate, you still feel held by him, and cared for. But the way the two of you kiss now is far more familiar, more settled than your first encounter. You wouldn’t change it for the world. You force yourself to lean away and straighten up, cupping his face gently. “Mind your six,” Bond sighs, “And try not to get your head blown off.” “Yessir,” You grin. “And tell me when you get there.” --

“...Holy shit, Breanna,” You manage, looking at the crazy wall in front of you. It takes up the entirety of her living room wall, with red string tracing to a map in the center. “When’s the last time this living room saw sunlight?” You ask, eyeing the closed curtains before turning to look at your former shipmate. She’s in rough condition—her long, dark hair is pulled into a loopy, oily bun; her hazel eyes are bloodshot; she gnaws at her chipped nails as she glances at you. “Well?” She asks, thrusting her hand toward the wall. “‘Well’ what? There are better ways to repaper your walls, Bre.” Breanna scoffs, dropping her finger from her mouth and waving your closer. “Just—listen.”

--

“Okay…Okay, I think we ought to start by gathering intel on the majority leader for the purposes of building out the case. It would be easiest for me to get in there—” You’re cut off by your cell phone ringing, and you fumble with it. You’re ready to hang up on it, but you see the name and curse. “Shit—Shit, Bre, I have to take this, hang on,” You step away from her, ducking into her kitchen and answering the call. “Hi,” You greet. “So you aren’t dead.” “I’m sorry,” You sigh, running your hand over your hair, “I got here and things got…We went right to work.” James sighs softly on the other end. You can picture him leaning back against the counter in the kitchen and scrubbing his hand over his eyes. “As long as you’re alright,” He grumbles. “I’m sorry,” You repeat softly. “It’s alright. You can't tell me what you're doing, can you?” “Not quite yet, I'm still working on getting that answer myself. How are you doing?” “Fine.” “Just fine?” “Mhm.” A pause, then: “The dogs miss you.” You can’t help but smile. “I miss them, too.” “I’ll let them know.” “And I miss you, old dog,” You murmur. “...I miss you, too, pup.” You grin, then, bashfully ducking your head to hide as if he was right in front of you. “I’ve some news,” He adds. “Oh?” “I’m being sent out.” Your stomach plummets, and you swallow thickly. “...Oh.” “Moneypenny knows, she and her boyfriend will take the dogs in shifts.” “Good. I’ll have to remember to get them a nice bottle of wine. When are you leaving?” “In a couple of hours.” “...Sorry I won’t see you before you go,” You murmur. “It’s alright, pup.” “But I’ll see you when we’re back.” “Of course.” “Mind your six, try not to get your head blown off.” “Yes, ma’am.” “I love you.” “...I love you, too, pup,” Bond murmurs. You smile, lowering the phone from your ear and peering down at it. You run your thumb over the screen before you straighten up. “You can come out,” You call out, eyeing the slight shadow from the hall. Breanna pokes her head around the corner just a second later. “Pretty serious, huh?” She asks. You shrug, nodding and tucking your phone away. “Let’s get back at it,” You urge, steering her toward the living room.

--

This is just meant to be recon. You have a pin in your jacket that contains both a camera and microphone. You can only hope that the mic doesn’t pick up the way that your heart is pounding. Being back on the field—not on the field as you were previously—but on the field in some capacity—

Well, you’re a little more nervous than you expected to be. It’s been a while, and while your instincts haven’t disappeared, you’re certainly grappling with a feeling akin to first-day jitters. You drop back from the rest of the tour as you’re led through the capital building. You eye the few cameras that are around, and can only hope that Bre’s been able to patch through the system, showing the guards a clear hallway. You hadn’t been able to get earpieces; Bre didn’t have access to any, and you didn’t have time to source them. As you skulk down the hall, stepping over the rope to a restricted area, you flip your visitor’s badge over to the official’s badge that Bre stole on her last visit to the building—the one that got her banned.

Two rights, one left, and then another right. You repeat Breanna’s directions in your mind as you stride surely down the hall. You’re about the make that second right when someone catches hold of your wrist, tugging you into a file room. You don’t get a good look at them as you duck beneath their arm, twisting out of their wrist and raising your leg to kick them. Their hands catch hold of your ankle, and you wobble, pulling your foot back and losing your low heel in the process. You raise your knee, feinging another kick, and raise your hand to strike them. They catch hold of your wrist, tugging you into their chest. You look at them with a stunned huff, and your heart stops. “You’re out of practice, pup.” Before you can ask—before you can snap, before you laugh—James is pulling you more tightly into his chest and silencing you with a kiss. You want to be mad about how easily you give into it, too. It’s not as if you haven’t gone long periods without seeing him, and this hasn’t even been all that long, but you do miss him when he’s not around. You miss being able to touch him, to kiss him—and, truthfully, the fact that you hadn't gotten back before he was sent out again had been weighing on you. “What are you doing here?” You mumble as he leans away to get a better look at your face. “I suspect the same as you.” “I’m here on recon.” “...I’m here for something a little more forceful than recon.” “You could’ve told me that you were on your way.” You watch him raise his hand to his ear as he murmurs, “Q, fill her in, would you?” And then Bond is tugging his earpiece out and raising it, carefully tucking it into yours. You take hold of it to correct the position as Q’s voice crackles through. “It was something of a surprise to see you over the feed,” Q’s voice is tinged with amusement. “Can you see us now?” You ask, eyeing the camera in the corner of the room, even as Bond dips his head, sucking kisses to what of your neck is above your collar. “...Unfortunately. But this feed has been hijacked from the main security system.” “Good—Bond,” You scoff, fighting the urge to laugh as you try to push his head away from you. Bond just grunts, curling his arms more tightly around you. “Just—Just brief me, Q, please,” You hurry to add. “Why don’t you tell me what you know already and I’ll fill you in.” You give him information piece by piece, careful to keep your voice steady as Bond continues his methodical assault on your neck. You hope that Q is at least shading his eyes. “Your intel is excellent,” Q says once you've finished, “And I’d love to know the source as a later date—As it is, 007 needs to apprehend the majority leader. He’s expected to be heavily guarded and armed himself.” “Is he being taken to headquarters?” “That is the plan.” “Alright,” You lean back from Bond, tipping his head up to meet his eyes, “Then I ought to be on my way.” “I wouldn’t advise that,” Q hurries to say before you can pull out the earpiece, “I can only open so many doors. Bond needs your access—” “I’ll give him my badge—” “And a second set of eyes in this veritable labyrinth.” You hesitate before you nod. “Alright,” You agree, and fall silent as Q gives you the lowdown on the plan. “Are you armed?” He asks. “No. 007 will just have to share,” You tease, reaching up and squeezing Bond’s cheeks. You pass him the earpiece back, waiting patiently as Q fills him in. As you do, you have to stop yourself from leaving in and giving Bond’s neck the same treatment. Bond lowers his hand from his ear, nudging you back. You take a step away pulling your fallen shoe back on as you watch him reach into the back of his pants and pull out a gun. He checks the clip before passing it over. “Does this count as my anniversary present?” You tease. “That’s not until next week,” Bond grins before he reaches down, tugging another gun out of his ankle holster. You watch him give it the same treatment before he takes off the safety.

“Ready?” He asks. “Mhm.” --

Stalking down the halls with a gun in hand is twice as nerve wracking as a simple recon. You turn as you hear the floor creak, spotting a guard raising their gun. You fire, taking them down. You turn forward again, glancing at Bond as he glances at you. “Thank you,” He murmurs. “For?” “Minding my six.” You grin, nodding him further down the hall. --

Your head is thudding dully. You take in a deep breath as you finish bounding the majority leaders’ hands, ignoring his attempts to bribe you into freeing him. You straighten up, peering out over the rooftops. “Are you busy?” Bond calls back to you. You turn to face him, striding over toward the roof’s edge and looking at the man dangling off of the edge. He’s swinging, glancing at the alley below. One of his hands comes up, and he cries out as he desperately tries to grip the ledge with broken fingers. “Helicopter will be here in two minutes. Would you like to do the honors?” Bond asks, looking at you. “Mm...” You consider the man; you think about the rage in his eyed as he clubbed you across the face with the butt of his gun. “Thanks, but you can have him,” You smile. “You sure?” “Yeah, go on.” Bond grunts before he raises his gun, firing and nailing the man between the eyes. You watch, stunned, as he drops from the roof. “I thought you were going to kick him in the face or something,” You laugh, staring up at Bond. “Then you should’ve done it,” Bond shrugs before he turns, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you back to the majority leader. “Let’s go.” “I have to go see Bre,” You warn, “Before I come home.” Bond frowns a little, and you add, “I need to explain what’s gone on. She’ll be happy to learn that she was right.” “Okay,” Bond sighs, gripping the man by the shoulder and hauling him up. You lift your head as MI6’s helicopter descends to the roof. “I’ll see you at home,” You pat Bond's arm, way of showing affection in front of others. It's no secret that the two of you are together these days, but should M ask any questions—questions that he'll surely have regarding your involvement with the operation—you'd rather the others had little to say . “Hang on—” Bond looks away, adding, “Take him,” As the agents advance toward you. The man grunts as he’s shoved toward the helicopter. James turns back to you, looking over your face, and the bruise that's blooming on your cheek,

“Get your head looked at,” He urges, cupping your chin, “If you’ve got a concussion, I don’t want it to go unchecked.” “I will.” “And let me know when you’re heading home.” “I will.” “Promise?” “Yes.”

Bond glances behind himself before he ducks his head in, kissing you warmly. “Get home safe,” You murmur. “Yes ma’am,” Bond smiles, nudging his nose against yours. You give his hand a squeeze, watching him head for the helicopter.

--

“Do you need me to grab anything?” “No, pup. Just come home.” “I’m like…Ten minutes away,” You report. “Good,” Bond sighs, “It’s about time.” “I had to stick around,” You have to fight the urge to whine at him, “Q and Breanna needed to connect securely, and the local government wanted to know how we knew what we knew. .” “Mm, I remember,” Bond mutters. “Besides, absence makes the heart grow fonder.” “It makes the heart grow impatient." “Well then, I’ll see you in a bit.” Bond grunts, and you grin before hanging up. As the car turns down your street, you sit up straighter, reaching out and grabbing your purse and coat from their place on the seat beside you. You thank the driver as he takes your suitcase out of the trunk, and you find yourself glancing up at the windows and smiling. You take your time heading inside, checking your mail on the way up.

As you reach your flat, before you can put your key into the lock, the door opens. You grin at the sight of James. There’s something about him, even now, that makes your stomach flood giddily. “Hi,” You greet as you step inside. “Took you long enough.” You snort, rolling your eyes. "It's nice to see you too," You tease, hanging your coat on the hook before you turn to James, looping your arms around his middle. James groans contentedly, burying his face in your shoulder and sliding his hands over your back. “...You know, you scared the shit out of me,” You mutter. “I know. I could see it.” “You could’ve warned me.” “The line wasn’t secure—and you didn’t tell me what you’d be doing." “Once I knew what it was, I couldn’t.” “Why not?” “I was…I was worried that you’d pull yourself in. I didn’t want that—Not without MI6 involved.” Bond sighs softly, lifting his head and pressing a kiss to your temple. “I understand,” He mutters, “Even if I don’t like it…Though it was nice to be on the field with you again.” “Oh? Even though I’m out of practice?” “We could always get you in practice again.” “I don’t think so, old dog,” You chuckle as you tip your chin up, nuzzling his neck gently before pressing a tender kiss to his jaw. You pull away after a moment, your brow furrowing at how quiet the apartment is. “Where are the babies?” You ask, looking around. “The dogs are at Moneypenny’s.” “Why? Is something wrong?” “No,” James shakes his head, “We’ll pick them up in the morning. But I wanted us to have some quiet.” He steps back to let you get a view of your little eat-in kitchen. Your eyes widen slightly as you spot the set table, lit candles, and a bottle of wine. Your brow furrows as you glance between it and James. “What—What did you—” “I told you, our anniversary was this week.” You grin, raising your hand and cupping his cheek, drawing him in for a kiss. “You’re such a fucking romantic,” You accuse. “If you tell anyone, I’ll just deny it.” “Oh, I don’t have to tell anyone. You had Moneypenny take the dogs so that we could have a night alone. She’ll tell everyone that you’re a romantic, and everyone will believe her.” James grunts, resting his hand on your lower back and steering you toward the table. “She won't say a thing if she knows what’s good for her.” --

When you first fucked James—when you first realized that you were in love with James—a little hopeful part of you imagined something like this. It imagined quiet nights, relaxed dinners, teasing words and grins. It imagined truly knowing what it was like to be wrapped up in him—in his touch, his voice, his kiss—without the threat of the next mission hanging over both of you. And while there often is the threat of a mission—while your lives are not as quiet and idyllic as you once hoped they would be—they are a great deal more comfortable than you once thought possible. You know James like the back of your hand. You know his likes and dislikes; you know how he takes his coffee; you know the code to his safety deposit box; you know his preferred arrangements—should, god forbid, a mission take a nasty turn, and things need to be arranged. And you know, by the way he watches you over the rim of his wine glass, that he plans on ruining you tonight. -- "I should've blindfolded you when you came in," James murmurs. You giggle, tipping your head back and trying to see out of the bottom of the blindfold, but James has done too good a job of fixing it over your eyes. You can't see a thing; not even with your eyes open, as the satin blindfold is too dark to even glimpse light through. "How would that have gone?" You urge. "I could've managed it. Met you down by the door...Blindfolded you there." "The entire building would be convinced that we're fucking in the elevator." "We can do that next." "Bond." You raise a hand, using his voice and the heat of his body to guide where he must be, and slapping him on his shoulder. He laughs, brushing his lips along the underside of your chin. "The night's still young," He teases. You can feel the way his lips pull up into a smile. You smile in turn, raising your hands and sliding them over his arms. You pout, feeling fabric under your fingers instead of skin. "You need to take your shirt off," You grumble. "Oh, do I?" "Immediately." "Be careful, pup. If you keep issuing commands, I'll have to tie you to the headboard." "You do always say that you need a better use for your—" Your breath hiccups at the warning, "Your tie collection. And didn't you just say that the night is still young?" James hums thoughtfully. You feel its tantalizing vibration as his lips drift down over your collarbone and sternum. You shiver, fighting to keep still as you feel his breath ghost over the underside of your breast. He sucks a kiss along the bottom before he leans up, tongue circling your nipple. You squirm, arching up against him. But James won't be enticed. He just shifts from one nipple to the other, giving it a short, slick lap before drawing away. You feel him blow cooly over the wet skin, and you whimper, squeezing your thighs together. "Open up for me," James urges, and before he can touch you or clarify, you snap, "Arms, legs, mouth? What do you want?" James tuts softly, drawing away. You can feel the bed dipping beside you as he changes position; the whisper of fabric hitting the floor hardly makes it to your ears. "This could've been far more gentle, pup," He sighs, stroking your cheek. You turn your head toward him, teasing the tip of your tongue across his thumb as he brushes it along your lower lip. "Well what did you want me to o—" In a flash, as you ask, Bond grips your cheeks, sinking them and forcing your mouth to hold that O. You feel the tip of his cock tease between your lips before stilling. Maybe he thinks that if he pushes in too fast, you'll bite him. Instead, you slip your tongue along the glans, as gently you had with his thumb. James groans, pushing more of his length between your lips. You let your eyes close behind the blindfold, leaning up and taking in more of his cock. James' hips pulse shallowly as your head bobs, slicking his shaft and drawing your tongue along the veined underside. "I was going to tell you to open your legs—" He says, and you can hear strain in your voice. It makes you grin, and you pull your head back, sucking his head.

"I was—Fuck," He groans; you can imagine him kneeling beside your head, his face screwed up in concentration, in lustful agony, "I was going to be sweet with you." You pull your head back, lips leaving him with an obscene pop! "Well who the fuck told you I wanted that?" You sass, but you're grinning. You can only imagine Bond looking down at you this way—your hair a mess, your mouth shining with spit and precum. You feel him place his hand on the back of your neck, drawing you back to his cock and pushing in more forcefully this time, hard enough to make you gag. "You're right," James sighs as your struggle to take him, "I don't know what I was thinking." He could pull back at any moment, and you find yourself wrapping an arm around him, sinking your nails into his ass to keep him close. "Shit," James curses, hips bounding again before he pulls out of your mouth, watching you cough and gasp . You feel the bed shift, lifting beside you as he climbs off of it. You try to reach for him again, but he's walking away. You're this close to pulling off the blindfold, to finding out what he's doing, but you feel something silky-soft wrap around one of your wrists. "James—" You manage, but Bond presses his hand over your mouth. He lowers his head, lips brushing your ear. "I did warn you," He murmurs before he draws back. Your arm is pulled up over your head; you can hear the sliding of fabric as he loops it around the headboard, tying what you can only assume is an incredibly efficient knot with one of his lovely ties. A shiver runs down your spine, and you squirm in place, trying to stave off a shiver. "Open your fucking legs, pup," He snarls as your other arm raises, your wrist given the same sliky-soft treatment. "If you want me to," You warn breathily, "You'll have to work faster—faster than that." You swear you can hear James chuckle, but you're certain he'll never admit to it. It's only another moment before his large, warm hands slide up your calves, prying your legs open. You can imagine what he sees—your pussy, flushed and slick. You jump just a little as you feel his fingers smooth over your lips, pulling them wide. With the way he stills, you think he may be looking at you for reassurance, and you nod your head just a touch, hoping to spur him on. It seems to do the trick, and not a moment later, you feel the obscene, hot sliding of his spit trickling between your lips. You gasp, a stunned moan falling from between your lips as James rubs it in, teasing it lower and pressing a finger into you. "Oh—my god," You mumble, struggling against your restraints. You want nothing more than to free your wrists—nothing more than to pull off your blindfold and watch James grin filthily as he breaks you down. But he just tuts again, like a an impatient schoolmarm with a naughty student. "I'd hold still if I were you, pup," Bond speaks into your thigh before laying a stinging bite there, "The longer you spend struggling, the longer the night will be for you."

You're not sure if that's a warning or encouragement, but you tug at your restraints all the same.

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You roll your wrists a little and shift contentedly on your stomach, your arms throbbing slightly from their previously-held position over your head. You feel little airy, bubbly and happy, despite your soreness. “You’re lucky I stopped eating when I did,” You mumble into your arms, “I was about to be too full to fuck. I was this close to coming back here and just fucking napping.” James chuckles, brushing his lips against your lower back. He smooths his hands up your side, so gently and carefully that he doesn’t tickle you. You glance back at him, smiling. “So which anniversary are we celebrating?” You yawn, “I meant to ask, but I was too busy inhaling the steak you made.” “The hallway.” “Mm,” You roll onto your side, dislodging Bond from where he’s draped across your back, “Good hallway. Those ten seconds lasted about ten minutes.” “I didn’t want them to end.” “I did.” “Really?” He asks, tipping his head to the side. You nod, reaching down and combing your fingers through his hair. “I was still upset with you—for leaving, for…Popping up the way you did on Naxos, and lingering like a bad smell.” James smiles, tipping his head up and brushing a kiss to your wrist. “I thought I smelled quite good.” You snort, reaching down and flicking his forehead. “You were irritating. I wanted to kill you.” “Well, for Bernard’s sake, I’m glad that you didn’t.” “Oh, Bernard’s sake.” “Mhm. And Holly’s.” “Not mine?” “...I suppose yours, at moments.” James is trying to tease, but you see a flicker of truth there. You sit up just a bit, cupping his chin. “I’m glad I didn’t kill you, either.” Maybe it would seem silly to say to anyone else, but James isn’t anyone else. He never has been. James pushes himself up, kissing you softly. He rests his hand on your throat, using gentle pressure to steer you back onto the bed. You moan softly, sinking your teeth into his lower lip and tipping your head back, baring your throat further beneath his hand. James reaches down and palms your thigh, urging them wide to slot between. James leans away, chuckling as his lip slips from between your teeth. His hand slides to the apex of your thighs, cupping your aching cunt carefully, and grinning as you squirm down against his hand. He swipes his tongue across your lip before cuddling closer. You think that you could burst like this—that every bit of you could fly apart, and everything would still be alright. Even as James murmurs tenderly into your kiss— “Happy anniversary, pup.” Tag list: @mylittlelonelyappreciationtoo​​ ; @missredherring​​ ; @fantasticcopeaglepasta​​ ;  @paintballkid711​​ ; @massivecolorspygiant​​ ; @blueeyesatnight​​; @recklessworry​​ ; @amneris21​​ ; @ew-erin​​ ; @youngkenobilove​​ ; @carbonated-beverage​​ ; @jedi-mando​​ ; @lorecraft​​ ; @moonlightburned​​ ; @getinthepoolkeanu​​ ; @dessinemoiunehistoire​​ ; @nolanell​​  ; @20th-centu-fairy-girl​​ ; @rentskenobi​​ ; @aliceblxck​​ ; @guccietennishoes​​ ; @diaryofalanguagesstudent​​ ; @brandyllyn​​ ; @breezythesimp​​ ; @vintageroses10​​​ ; @bb-skyrunner ; @persianqveen (tried to tag-didn’t work) ; @blueeyeshollowheart (tried to tag-didn’t work)

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Let's say, Aemond is seeing Reader for the first time and can't help what he is feeling...lust.

When his mother invited your family to King's Landing, Aemond was less than interested. He was preoccupied with his studies and training, he had no use for frivolous ladies flouncing about the court. When your family arrived, his mother greeted them personally, accompanied by his sister--who was eager to have another young woman about the castle--and Ser Criston Cole.

Aemond, however, was locked away in the library, studying the history of the Red Keep.

Still, he couldn't avoid socializing with you and your people for long. And he wasn't that hard to find.

"You should see the Lady Y/N," Aegon swaggered into the library, clearly drunk in the middle of the day, "She's a sight," he paused when Aemond fixed his with his cold, one-eyed stare, "I meant nothing by the phrase," Aegon said weakly.

"Mm," Aemond went back to his books, "What do you want, Aegon? I'm busy."

His brother laughed, "Our presence has been requested. Mother wants us to formally introduce ourselves to Lady Y/N," he leaned forward, swaying a bit on his drunken feet, lowering his voice dramatically, "It seems my insufferable wife has asked her to stay in King's Landing as her companion, and her father has agreed."

Choosing to ignore the comment about their sister, Aemond sighed, finally standing up, "You know you are not to touch this girl," Aemond said, looking over at his older brother, "She is highborn, it would bring shame upon our house."

Aegon rolled his eyes, "Don't be boring, brother," he grinned as the two walked through the vast halls of the castle, "I won't do a thing to the girl... until she's wet and begging for it."

"Such talk is unbecoming of a prince," Aemond said back, not looking at his brother.

Aegon scoffed, but straightened up when they turned the final corner where Alicent was standing with Helaena and you, chatting about the changing seasons.

And that was when Aemond saw you.

It felt like all of the air had been stolen from his lungs. Never before had Aemond felt such a tingle, such a heat go through him. Such--

--desire.

You were more than just a "sight". You were a goddess, an angel, a temptress, a dream. Aemond barely even registered his mother introducing them, Aegon as the elder, and then presenting Aemond. You were his singular focus, and he stared at you, his one eye drinking you in, starting from your feet, up your enticing body, all the way to your perfect face. He had grown quite skilled at overcompensating for his lack of vision, he noticed things much faster than the average person, took in details and memorized them perfectly because if he did not, he would be at a disadvantage. Now, he was grateful for his hypervision, grateful that it allowed him to truly see you. He could feel his lips curl upwards without his permission, but Gods, he couldn't help it. You looked so...

...delicious.

"Pleased to meet you, Prince Aegon, Prince Aemond," you gave a perfect curtesy, and Aemond thought you'd make a lovely wife. The thought surprised him--not since he was a boy had he thought of marriage as anything more than a duty he would one day have to perform. But now, he was imagining you on his arm, and he liked the image that was swimming in his head.

"You will, of course, treat the Lady Y/N with the utmost respect," Alicent said, a smile on her face but eyes hard as she stared over at Aegon, "She is our respected guest."

"A dragon protects what is his," Helaena whispered, smiling as she played with her fingers, "and what is his knows that it belongs to a dragon."

Aemond tore his eye from you to look at his sister, she looked up and gave him a smile. When he looked back at you, you were smiling as well.

"I have heard much of your love of books, Prince Aemond. I am quite fond of reading as well," you said, and Aemond wanted to drown in the sweet tones of your voice, "Perhaps you could recommend a good book for me to read during my stay here."

Aemond felt his heart quicken in his chest, and if it weren't for his mother and siblings being present, he would have marched over and touched you.

Gods, he wanted to touch you.

Instead, he stared over at you, wondering about the softness of your plump lips. "I would much like that, my lady," he said back.

Alicent tore her eyes from Aegon to look at her son. His eye was blown wide, and he had a strange look on his face, an expression she hadn't seen before on him. It almost reminded her of Aegon, but there was no malice behind Aemond's gaze, the way he stared at you. There was interest, curiosity, and Gods help her--lust.

She watched, frozen, as Aemond slowly walked over to you, and she noted the careful tension in his body, like he holding himself back, keeping himself in control.

And you... Alicent could see now the way you lit up when Aemond had walked in, how your focus was singularly on him, and his was on you, Aegon and Helaena had fallen into the background. All there was were the two of you. Even now, as you threw pretty smiles at her favorite son, she could see a smile growing on his lips--a rare sight.

Helaena stood at her mother's side, and her light, airy voice filled the Queen's ear as she spoke, "A dragon protects what is his," Helaena said again, "and what is his knows that it belongs to a dragon."

Alicent took a deep breath. What is his. She put a hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Thank you, my dearest." Alicent turned, "Ser Criston."

The knight appeared at her side in seconds. Alicent did not take her eyes off of you and Aemond. Never before had she seen her son so animated, so singularly focused on something that wasn't his dragon or sword. "Ser Criston," Alicent said, keeping her voice low, "I want you to ensure that Aemond stays in his quarters tonight."

"My Queen?" Criston turned to her, confusion in his dark eyes. Of the three of her children, Aemond had never been a flight risk.

"I will not have my son give in to base desires," she said, inclining her chin towards you and Aemond.

Criston followed her gaze and saw the way the young prince was looking at you, the way his eye traveled up and down your frame, the tightness of his stance, as if he was fighting to keep himself from touching you. He nodded, "I understand."

"Good," she took in a breath, watching the way her son stood close to you, as if drawn into your space, "Both of their virtues must remain unquestionable...

...I intend to make a match of them."

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PART TWO

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For the gif drabbles ❤️

"This looks like shit," you threw the money on the table, "Do it again."

Annie and Ruby groaned in tandem, but Beth sighed. "It looks perfect," she said, looking up at you as you stood over her, "We've printed this same design four times--"

"--and it keeps getting slightly less like shit," you cocked an eyebrow, "Look, if you can't hack it anymore..."

"We can!" Annie spoke up, eyes wide. "We can, we'll get it right!"

"It's just..." Ruby chewed on her lip.

You could feel your patience thinning. "Just what?"

"Well," she continued weakly, "Lucy was the artist, so... without her..."

"Ya know, since homeboy did... what he did," Annie added in.

"...It's harder to print. We have her blueprints, but some of these subtler details are just... We need an artist," Ruby finished.

You nodded, scanning the three women before you. Annie looked nervous, as did Ruby, but Beth looked annoyed and defiant.

You were sick of her face.

"So get another artist," you said, getting bored with the conversation.

"Why? So your boss can shoot her?" Beth ground out, glaring up at you.

Your eyes narrowed at the same time Rio chuckled. You turned a bit, angling your body so that you could see him.

He sat on a chair next to a monitor, a hand on his chin and smirk on his face.

"That's funny to you?" Beth spat, anger clear on her face. "You shot a defenseless girl!"

You raised an eyebrow at Rio, but he was still chuckling. If he found her little outburst amusing, then you guess you would allow it.

"Nah," he said, shaking his head, "I'm not laughing about that. I'm laughing at what you said," he smirked over at you, "She called me your boss."

Annie frowned, looking at the two of you. "A... Aren't you?"

"She," Rio gestured towards you, a pride grin on his face, "is my boss. Yeah, see, a real bad bitch don't shy away from the dark parts of this business," he went on, "And so when I told my boss," he pointed at you again, "that I had to kill Lucy cause of your," he looked at the girls, "bullshit, well. She wasn't pleased. And I'm telling you now, looking at her face right now," Rio made eye contact with you, and you could see the pride in his eyes as he looked at you, "My girl ain't letting you dumb bitches fuck our shit up again."

Beth spoke before she could stop herself, "Your girl?"

His smirk stretched over his plump lips, "My boss," he clarified, "and my girl," he looked over at you again, "So, what you think, ma? Have 'em print it again, or have Mick take them downtown and put a slug in each of their heads?"

You turned back to the women, watching the fear swirl in Annie's eyes, the way Ruby stiffened, frightened and trapped.

And Beth's reddening cheeks, you could see the humiliation on her face, now that she was looking at what she could never be, what she could never have, standing right in front of you.

You looked over at Rio, and you thought back on your life with him--meeting him when he was just a runner for your father, Rio remaining loyal to you even after your father died and you took over his organization, the first time you kissed, when you had blood on your hands and he had thought he lost you, the way Rio had grabbed you and held you to him, the first time he ever let himself act like anything but a loyal subordinate to you. You remembered that sick, cold feeling in your gut when you'd heard that he had been shot three times, that he was with the feds. It's what brought you back into his orbit, you'd sworn to keep it professional with him years ago, but that... that pulled you right back in.

You watched Rio watch you, and you felt a wave of protectiveness come over you as you looked at him--the man you loved. You turned to Beth, your gaze cold as ice and as strong as steel, using every ounce of your status as a boss to intimidate her. "How about you choose, Mrs. Boland? You want to print it again this time, and do it right, or would you and your gal pals rather take a ride with Mick?"

"W... We'll print," she said weakly.

Rio's chuckle warmed your soul, and as the ladies worked on the new print, you turned to him. He gave you a special smile, one full of love and appreciation for you, and you turned your back to the girls as they worked.

They didn't get to see the loving smile you gave him back.

That was only for him.

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When Lip got home from work, the house was a mess. Frank was knocked out in the yard, smelling like a dumpster on fire in the Chicago summer heat, Fiona was passed out on the couch, a huge bottle of vodka cradled against her chest, Mickey, sporting a black eye, was smoking in the kitchen, not saying a word. Ian was sleeping in his bed wearing sparkly gold shorts, Debbie was awake and making spreadsheets for some reason, and Carl was sleeping in a broken down van with some random hood girl in the backyard.

A regular Gallagher summer.

Lip couldn't deal with any of it, once he checked on Liam--who was thankfully just playing video games under the bed--he went to sleep. You were in bed, and Lip wrapped his arms around you and joined you in your slumber.

You were gone when he woke up.

Donning a simple black tank top, Lip got up and made his way to the busiest place in the house--the kitchen. As he turned the corner through the living room and into the kitchen, he stopped at the sound of your voice, peering into the kitchen.

"--and Ian, if you don't take your meds, you know what happens. Come on, man, you were doing so good," you said, concern clear in your voice.

Lip heard Ian sigh before giving you a reluctant, but genuine, "I know... I'm sorry."

You had your hands on your hips when you turned to Mickey, "And you."

Mickey looked away, "I ain't do nothin'..." he murmured.

"You can't keep punching pervy old men," you continued, "Look at you. At least use a bat or knife, you know better."

Lip chuckled, crossing his arms as he listened in.

"FI!" You yelled, and Lip turned to see a grumbling Fiona descending the stairs into the kitchen. You stared at her, and she glared back. Lip watched from his spot in the doorway, wondering how this would go down. "Fi," you said, your voice softer.

Lip watched, surprised, as Fiona deflated.

"Yeah," she sighed out, nodding, "yeah, I know..."

You nodded, going over and giving her a hug. "Go back to bed," you said softly, "I got the kids. You rest up, and we'll talk later."

Fiona gave you a little smile and went back upstairs to rest and sober up, and you turned to address the others, "Ian, Mickey--you're going to clean the upstairs and both bathrooms," you turned your glare on Ian when he groaned, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing. Yes, sergeant," Ian mumbled.

"Debs, you've got the kitchen. And you're in bed by 11 tonight," you put a hand up, "I don't want to hear it, bed by 11." Debbie sighed, but nodded her agreement. You turned to Carl, who was shoveling Poptarts into his mouth like a wild bear. "And you."

"Mmf?" He looked up, cheeks full of sugary pastry, and Lip couldn't help but laugh at the look on his little brother's face.

"I was dead tired last night, but I'm wide awake now. If you ever," you took a step towards Carl, who shrunk down in his chair in response, "sneak a girl into this house again, I will cut. It. Off. Do you understand me? Do your hoe shit at school or the park, but not here."

He nodded, eyes wide.

Lip couldn't take it. He laughed, turning his body to try to mask the sound, but there was no use. You turned and saw him, and you smirked at his obvious appreciation of your way of handling things.

"And you," you said, a hand on your hip as you looked at your man.

Lip raised an eyebrow, "Me?"

"Oooh, Lip's in trouble!" Carl chanted around a mouthful of food.

"Yeah, get 'im, Y/N!" Debbie added in, happy to be out of the hot seat.

"You," you went on, walking over to Lip, "Work too hard," you pulled him closer by the front of his shirt, "and you hog the covers," you grinned, stepping up and kissing him.

Ian, Debbie, Mickey, and Carl all booed at the show of affection, while Liam cheered you on. When you pulled back, Lip was grinning back at you.

"Won't happen again, boss," he promised, kissing you again.

You smiled, rolling your eyes, "Yeah, okay," you said back, not believing him in the slightest. You turned, pointing to the others, "Hey--this ain't a free show. You've got your orders, now move it. Chop chop, Gallaghers--and Milkovich."

The offending persons grumbled as they made their way to get their chores down, except Liam, who happily bounced up the stairs for some playtime, earned by his good behavior. You turned back to Lip, and he kissed you again.

"You know," he said, mouth still on yours, "I got in so late, barely had the energy to take my shoes off. Much less shower... So... How about we have some food, let Ian and Mickey get the bathroom clean, and then," he smirked, "I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

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"So," Rio's voice, smooth as silk, invaded your ears as he invaded your space, sliding into the now empty bar stool next to you, a drink in his hand, "he seems nice."

You paused, surprised to see him there, before you registered his words. You couldn't hep but laugh, "What are you doing here?"

He looked at you, those dark eyes staring into your soul. "What do you think?"

You took in a breath; you had thought your tryst with Rio had taken its course. You had paid your debt off by working for him, had a few long, steamy nights together, and then he disappeared--which left you disappointed, but not surprised. And so, a week after your last encounter with your former crime boss slash lover, you found yourself at a bar, drinking. Some guy had come over to you and started chatting you up; you weren't interested, but you talked with him anyway, just to waste time. But now Rio was here.

Rio was here.

"So," Rio was staring straight ahead now, "who's your friend?"

The guy had told you his name, but you hadn't registered it. You had no intention of going home with him or even really continuing the conversation. He had gone to the bathroom, and you were debating whether you wanted to stay and finish your drink or close your tab and leave before he got out.

But now Rio was here, and you weren't going anywhere.

"Some guy," you answered honestly, "How'd you know I was here?"

"Didn't," he took another sip of his drink, "I was just cruising, thinking, and I saw your car parked out front, thought I'd come in and see how you were doin'," his eyes were hard, "and I find you with... 'some guy'."

"Talking to some guy," you corrected him, "I'm not with him," you angled your body towards him, assessing him. He looked tense, his body was rigid, and his eyes were darker than usual. "How long have you been here?" How long have you been watching me?

He chuckled humorlessly, "Bout half an hour," he answered, he turned to you, "Almost as long as you've been chatting it up with Some Guy."

"And that...bothers you?" You asked, interest piqued.

He hummed, which you took as an affirmative.

"Why?"

He took another swig before looking at you, a hint of annoyance on his handsome face. But then he saw the look on your face, the open curiosity, and he knew your question was genuine. Rio placed his glass on the bar and turned towards you until your knees were touching. "Because I don't like to share," he admitted, "and I don't like to lose."

"You left," you said, trying not to make it sound like an accusation, "I thought you got tired of me."

"Nah," he shook his head, "Never. I had to fall back for a bit, had some heat on me, and I didn't want you getting into it," he smirked, "I mean, I had just gotten you out of your last situation..."

You couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, thanks again for that."

His face grew serious again, "Anytime."

You felt your cheeks warm up, "So... You're back now."

He nodded, "I'm back now." He licked his lips. "I'm not... I don't usually have people to answer to," he admitted, "I'm my own boss now, even my son's mom don't try to check me no more, I forget sometimes... Life don't just stop cause I left," he stared into your eyes, both your drinks long forgotten, "I should have called you, told you where I was."

You bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to feel him against you now. "I should have told you that I wanted to know," you looked over at him, "Because I did. I do."

He smirked at your wording, nodding to himself. "Well, how's about you and me get outta here and discuss what we both...want," he suggested, "Or, if you want, I can leave you alone, let you do your thing with Some Guy--"

"Nah," you stood up, grinning, "I'd rather go home with you."

He grinned back, "Then let's go."

As Some Guy walked back into the bar, he saw you and a tall, slim man leave together. He watched as Rio put a hand on the small of your back, and he heard your laugh as the door closed behind you.

You had no regrets.

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(DJ Khaled voice) ANOTHER ONE

"So," Buck said, turning to look over at you from his spot by the sink as you sat at the table, "I was thinking..."

"Oof... Is that a good or bad sign? You thinking?" You smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

"Ha ha," he deadpanned, putting the last dish in the sink before walking back over to the table, standing in front of you, "I'm serious. I think," he paused, steadying himself by taking a breath, "I think we should talk."

The smile that was on your face vanished immediately. In all of your life, you had never heard "we should talk" followed by anything positive, and the idea of Buck not wanting to be with you anymore...

...it felt like someone slammed a car door on your heart.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he put both hands up, "It's nothing bad," he assured you quickly before, "I mean... I don't think it is..."

"What do you want to talk about, Buck?" You asked, still a bit concerned.

"Well," he leaned forward, one hand on the table and looked off to the side, "What do you think of my place?"

You blinked, confused. "Your...? I... I like it?" You answered, still confused.

"Did you know," he was gesturing with his free hand now, a small smile on his handsome face, "that my loft is an entire thirteen minutes closer to your work than your place is?"

"Um, yeah," you nodded, "I sleep here, like, twice a week--"

"Actually," he pointed as he spoke, "you sleep here five times a week, on average. I did the math." You raised a brow. "I had Hen do the math," he amended with a chuckle. "And," he was on a roll now, "I know how much you like your privacy, the neighbors here are great. I mean, I did go on a horrible date with that one lady, but you already met her, so that's a non-issue," he put a finger up, ever the flamboyant speaker, "And the cost of living is significantly cheaper on this side of town, especially since your building is way newer than mine," he tilted his head to the side, "And weren't you just saying how you wish you could make that little restaurant down the block your new brunch place? Did you know it would take you over half an hour to get there from your place, and since, you know, brunch hours only last for a small window of time, you'd have to wake up way earlier than you like to make it in time."

"I... did not know that," you swallowed back a laugh, trying to match his level of focus and seriousness, "Um, so... this is what you wanted to talk about? My commute?"

Buck sighed, "No," he cleared his throat, "no, uh..." Again, he took a breath to steady himself, and he stood up straighter, eyes on yours, "I actually wanted to talk about... you... moving. Here. With me."

"Oh!" You sprung up from your seat, rushing over to Buck and launching yourself into his arms. "Yeah! Let's do it!"

He wrapped you up in those big, strong arms of his, smiling down at you, "Yeah? Wow! I, uh, I kinda thought I would have to convince you more... I had, like, sixteen other reasons ready to go."

You frowned, "Buck, you don't need to list reasons for me to move in with you," you saw the look of soft shock and confusion cross his face, and you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, "Buck," you said again, "I would move in with you if the commute was three days long," you assured him, "I would move in with you if you lived next to a landfill," you watched his eyes widen in time with his smile, "I would move in with you if our neighbors were a colony of fire ants," you smiled up at him as he laughed, "Buck, I love you. I would be happy to live with you."

He sighed sweetly, a mixture of relief and joy and love clear in his eyes. "I love you so much," he whispered, lowering his lips to yours.

You kissed him back, grinning against his lips, "Come on," you tugged him even closer, "How about we go upstairs to our bed and celebrate being roomies?"

He couldn't get up the stairs fast enough.

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Our boy trying to sneak off to see Reader. 😉

Part One

Aemond could not get you off of his mind. He had just met you, and you consumed his every thought. He had watched you closely after your initial introduction, his eye hardly leaving your face during dinner where you sat between his sister and your mother. He had listened to your conversation intently, his heart doing flips in his chest at the sound of your laugh, the smile pulling at your pretty lips. He had held his breath when he saw you press a wine glass to your mouth and take a sip, your pink tongue swiping against your bottom lip.

He wanted to taste you.

The intensity of his focus surprised him, but he couldn't deny it's strength.

He had to have you.

It was pitch black outside when Aemond slipped out of the castle. There were guards posted outside of his door, an unusual occurrence that Aemond knew his mother had a hand in. She was a smart woman; she had seen the way he stared at you, and Aemond was sure that his mother's goal was to keep him from behaving rashly, like Aegon. But he was not Aegon.

He was much smarter.

Pulling his hood up, Aemond smirked to himself. He had spent years reading about The Red Keep, studying each and every brick, corridor, and stairwell that made up the castle. He had chased down Aegon countless times trying to sneak out, bringing his wayward brother back to his rooms for another unheeded lecture. Aemond had followed Helaena deep into the castle, in damp, dark corners of the Keep, looking after her as she hunted for some creature to add to her collection. He had trailed his uncle Daemon late at night, fascinated by the older man, watching as he unknowingly revealed secret passageways, taking mental notes of them all. Now he moved through the streets easily, undetected and unconcerned with the misplaced guards at his door. They could not keep him contained, could not keep him from his goal.

From you.

Aemond knew that you were not sleeping in the Keep tonight. Your family was to depart early in the morning, so they were staying at an inn nearer to the port, and you had accompanied them for the night to say your goodbyes. He liked that, the sense of duty you showed. It was a good quality in a person, in a partner...in a wife. As a guest of House Targaryen, Aemond was certain he knew which inn he would find you at, which inn his mother had suggested.

All he had to do was find you.

It did not take him long to reach the inn; he could smell the water of the ocean wafting on the night air, along with fire, and the smoke of a stove. It was late, but not late enough that there was no activity in the streets. There were enough people that Aemond could blend in, head down, as he contemplated his next move. Upon leaving his room and sneaking out of the castle, his only thought had been you. But now that he was here, it occurred to Aemond that he had no plan. He suddenly felt foolish, driven by emotion like some brash child, like one of his spoiled cousins. He felt like a child, and he turned, his back to the inn, wondering if this journey was a waste of time.

He almost jumped when he heard your voice behind him.

"Are you waiting for someone, my Prince?"

Aemond's eye was wide as he stared down at you. You were wearing a large cloak, protecting you from the cold of the night, and even though his surprise at seeing you, Aemond felt an irrational jealousy burn through him. He should be the one holding you close, protecting you and keeping you warm, not a piece of cloth. Even still, he swallowed it down and cleared his throat. "I am not," he answered.

"Hm," you titled your head to the side, regarding him, and that simple gesture endeared you to him even more, "Are you lost?"

Aemond felt his lips tug upwards without his order. "In my own city? I would have to be a poor excuse of a prince for such a thing to occur."

His response was met with a laugh from you, and that laugh felt like the sweetest victory he had every won. "Than what are you doing, in disguise, so far from your castle in the middle of the night?" You asked.

"What are you doing out of your room, alone, in the middle of the night?" He asked back.

Again, you laughed, and Aemond had to duck his head to hide his smile at the sound. "I saw you," you turned, pointing towards a window of the inn, illuminated by a lone candle in the windowsill, "I could not sleep, so I was watching the streets, and I noticed you here."

Aemond frowned, displeased by your discomfort. "Are your rooms not to your standards? I can call the guards to escort you back to the castle, the rooms are much more comfortable there."

"My Prince--"

"--is it your bed?"

You smirked, "Is that what you came to discuss, Prince Aemond? The comfort of my bed?"

Aemond felt his face heat up. "No--no, of course, I--"

"I am only jesting, Prince Aemond," you giggled, "I am sure you are just seeking some air."

"If that were true, I would have taken to the skies on Vhagar," he admitted, suddenly unable to look you in the face.

"I have never seen a dragon before," you said, excited, "I am told that yours is especially magnificent."

Pride bloomed in his chest, and he nodded, "She is the oldest and largest dragon living. I claimed her as a child."

"Yes," you nodded, "I know. I had heard of your bravery as a young girl, and I was always fascinated by the idea of dragon riding."

Again, his mind threatened to wander to ungentlemanly thoughts, but he contained himself, instead bolstered by the clear interest in your pretty eyes. "I can take you," he offered, "to see Vhagar. if you wish, I can even take you on a ride." His words surprised him. Never before had Aemond made such an offer, not even to his beloved sister, but with you it just felt... natural. Right. He watched, his heart soaring, as your eyes widened with wonder.

"Truly? I would much enjoy that, my--"

"--Aemond," he corrected you, "If we are to be friends, and," he glanced over at you, excited and nervous all at once, "I hope that we will be friends, you should call me by my name."

You smiled, "Aemond. Yes, of course. I would love to meet Vhagar," there was a slight breeze, and Aemond watched as you held your cloak tighter, "I would be honored to ride her."

He stepped forward, shielding you from the chill as he stared down at you. Even at night, robbed of your sleep in a new place, you were lovely. He could not take his eye off of you, nor did he want to. "It is late," he said, his voice low, "and you must rise early tomorrow to bid your family goodbye. You should return to your room," he held out his arm, "Allow me to escort you."

It took a considerable amount of his self control not to sigh happily when you put your small hand on his arm. You fit perfectly against him, and Aemond once again marveled at the thought of you as a wife--his wife--someday.

Someday soon, hopefully.

With great care, and the dignity of the prince that he was, Aemond saw you back to the inn. And even though it was only a short stroll across the street to the steps of the inn, it felt like so much more with you by his side. He faced you, his eye drinking in the sight of you, as you stepped back from him.

"Will I see you tomorrow, Aemond?" You asked, your voice soft, "After my family departs?"

He nodded. "Nothing will keep me from it," he said, and meant it.

You rewarded his obvious devotion with a smile, and it melted the one-eyed prince as surely as dragonfire would. "Then I shall see you tomorrow." You paused, considering, before you stepped forward and pressed a quick kiss to Aemond's cheek. You were still smiling when you pulled back, "Thank you for walking me back," you turned, hand on the door, before gifting him one last smile, "Goodnight, Aemond."

"Goodnight," he whispered back, chest tightening and fingers tingling, wanting so badly to grab you and hold you. He waited until he heard the lock click behind you, ensuring that no one would bother you for the remainder of the night, before taking his leave. The walk back to the Keep passed quickly; Aemond moved on instinct, his brain was full of thoughts of you and you alone. Never before had he felt so... seen, so... wanted. The way you smiled at him, the little laughs you blessed him with, the feel of your impossibly soft lips on his face--it consumed him. Not since he was a child, yearning for a dragon of his own, had Aemond felt such a strong feeling of want. He wanted you.

And so he would have you, sooner or later, he was sure of it. You would be his, just as he was already yours.

He snuck back into his room, taking a moment to smirk to himself when he noticed the guards were still posted outside, none the wiser to his little excursion. Tomorrow he would bring you to Vhagar, he would place you upon her great back, and you would know then that there is no other man for you besides Aemond. He would have you, protect you, honor and love you, for as long as he lived. As he lay in bed, heart pounding in his chest, he thought on his sister's words.

“A dragon protects what is his, and what is his knows that it belongs to a dragon.”

You were his, and if you did not love him yet, you would. He would make sure of it.

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"And there she is," Chim cheered as you walked into the firehouse, "our new full-time firefighter!"

You laughed as Chim, Eddie, Hen, Ravi, and Bobby clapped as they stood in front of the firetrucks. "Thanks, guys!" You had just finished the last of the paperwork to go from a probationary firefighter to full-time, and the squad couldn't be prouder of you.

Except the whole squad wasn't there. You didn't see Buck.

Hiding your slight disappointment, you let the others congratulate you, your head on a swivel, looking for a sign of Buck.

"Alright," Bobby announced, his voice loud and clear, "Let's get you situated!"

"Huh?" You turned to him, and as you turned, Ravi plopped a helmet on your head. "Oh!"

"Alright, newly minted 118 firefighter," Chim sang, "Let's get you in your gear."

Again, a laugh escaped from you as your team--well, most of them--fully got you in gear.

"And here's the most important part," Eddie stepped up, clipping your radio onto your lapel, he stepped back, grinning proudly at his work, "Hope this works."

"Hope what works--" you asked, but then you were interrupted by your radio hissing, and then a voice, clear and loud, came through the feed.

"Congratulations!" Buck's voice filled your ears. "We're so proud of you!"

You pressed the button to speak back. "Buck?" You chuckled. "Where are you?"

You could practically hear the smile in his voice, "Look up."

You did. Buck was standing on the balcony, a huge grin on his face, smiling down at you as he pulled his radio closer to his face, "You look good."

Your cheeks grew warm, and you laughed as the team cooed and teased you both. They all knew you and Buck had... a thing, and after a few rounds of paperwork and a couple of talks with Bobby, well... The thing between the two of you was starting to become... more than a thing. You grabbed hold of your radio, eyes never leaving Buck, and responded, "10-4 Buckley," you grinned, "and right back at'cha."

Buck's answering grin made your heart flip. His smile was your favorite thing to see, and his happy voice was your favorite thing to hear.

You had it bad.

The radio buzzed again, and Buck leaned over the railing as he spoke, "How about a drink tonight, just you and me?"

"Okay," Hen chuckled, shaking her head, "if ya'll are about to get all cutesy in here, I'm out."

"Actually," Ravi spoke up, a finger in the air, "I should go too, I need to, um, work on some... things..." He nodded, "Yeah, so... Congrats again, Y/N!"

You barely registered him scurrying off, your attention still on Buck.

"Yeah, I've got some... stuff on the truck to check," Eddie said, already walking off.

"Mm hmm," Bobby gently pushed Chim away, "Let's get back to work while these two... do whatever this is."

"We should get those two their own channel on the comms," Chim said as they walked off, "I mean, I love a rom-com as much as the next guy, but come on..."

You giggled to yourself, at both the way your flirting cleared the room and also that boyish grin on Buck's face. "Drinks, you and me tonight," you confirmed on the radio, seeing the smile widen on Buck's face, "and what about... breakfast?" You asked. "Tomorrow morning?"

You watched as Buck's eyes widened, and then he was running down the stairs and in front of you in seconds, "YES," he breathed out, chest rising with the effort it took to move that quickly, "So, uh..." He grinned again, and you could see the joy and anticipation in his bright eyes, "...It's a date."

You grinned back, taking a step closer to him, "Yeah...

...it's a date."

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"Yo, this is fucking crazy," Angel sighed, walking into the living room with his shirt in his hands, his hair a bit messy, and his chain dangling against his bare chest, "Why do we keep doing this, querida?"

You frowned as you zipped up your jeans, trying not to look at him too closely, knowing how powerless you were when it came to him, "Doing what?"

"This," he clarified, standing in front of you, "You get drunk and call me up in the middle of the night, I go get you, we spend all night making love--"

"--Fucking," you corrected him, face blank, "We don't make love. I'm not your girlfriend anymore."

He sighed, fingering the fabric in his hands, "You could be," he sighed again at the closed-off look on your face, "I'm for real, we could. We can," he reached out for you, but you backed away, and you could see how much that hurt him.

You could see his heart breaking.

"Baby..." He whispered, brown eyes wide. "I don't want to do this anymore."

Now it was your heart that was tearing apart. But you'd die before you showed him how you felt. You'd opened yourself up to him before, and all you got was a broken heart for it.

You wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Fine," you bent down and started tugging your shoes on, "We won't do this anymore." 'This' was the only way you could be close to Angel anymore; it wasn't ideal, but it was something. Late at night, when you were drunk and lonely and missing him, the only remedy was to bury yourself in his arms. But if he wanted to end it, then fine. You would go back to... to whatever life was without Angel.

"I don't want to be a booty call," he shook his head, "Fuck, Y/N, I'm in love with you, okay? I fucked us up before, I know, but I am in love with you," he repeated, "This shit--having you but not having you--it's killing me, alright? I want to be with you. I want to take care of you, I want to see you when you're sober, when I'm sober, in the damn daylight!" He took a step towards you, and this time, you didn't move away. Angel took a breath, and when you looked into his eyes, you didn't see anything but raw, genuine emotion in them. "I don't want to keep fucking you," he said, eyes on yours, "I want to make love to you."

You swallowed, "I can't let you hurt me again."

He put both hands on your shoulders, dropping his shirt on the ground, "I won't," he promised.

You stared into his eyes, and you felt a swirl of emotions bubble up in your chest. He was being honest, he was being open.

The ball was in your court.

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"So it's your girlfriend's birthday and you're not spending it with her?" Eddie asked, smirking as he took a sip of his beer.

"She's not my girlfriend," Buck countered, "And we're meeting for drinks later, so--"

"Wait, wait, wait," Chim interrupted, frowning in confusion, "So you're telling me you've been seeing this woman for months, exclusively, talk about nothing but her all day long, spend all your free time with her, and you aren't even dating?!"

"I don't talk about her all day long," Buck muttered.

"Yesterday you spent almost half an hour grilling me about the best place to take her for your next date," Eddie drawled, "while I was wrist deep in a guy's leg."

Bobby nearly choked on his soda, "You what?"

"It was fine," Buck waved a hand in the air, "the situation was under control, the guy even chimed in, too."

"Okay," Chim shook his head, "Well, today, you showed me pictures you took of her apartment--"

"--to get your opinion on where to move the couch, we haven't been able to decide!" Buck shouted, already exasperated.

"Yeah, moving furniture and going on dates isn't exactly standard booty call behavior, bud," Eddie said, trying not to laugh.

"You introduced her to the whole team, Buck," Bobby added, "She's been to my house."

"And you brought her with you to our apartment, like, over a dozen times," Chim pointed towards Buck with his beer bottle, "She babysat Jee!"

"She's good with kids!" Buck argued.

"Alright," Bobby leaned forward, making sure he had Buck's full attention, "Buck, you need to be honest with yourself. Now you've spent months getting to know Y/N, you've met her people, introduced her to yours, and today is her birthday and you're not doing anything to celebrate... and you're okay with that?"

"We... I mean, we're going out for drinks later," Buck answered weakly.

Bobby gave him a look, "You think that's all she deserves?"

Buck floundered, unsure of how to answer. He'd asked you if you wanted to have a drink with him, and you said yes--but maybe you were expecting more. Maybe the two of you, what you were to each other was... more. Finally, he shook his head. "No."

"And the way you feel about her," Bobby continued, "if she's just a fling, you'd be fine with her ending things?"

Buck didn't need to think about his answer to that question, "No," he frowned, realization dawning on him, "no, I wouldn't."

"What about other men? If she started seeing someone else?" Eddie shrugged. "You'd be cool with that?"

"...No."

"And would you consider seeing anyone else?" Chim prodded.

"No--no, I'm happy with Y/N, she's... She's perfect," Buck paused for a moment before looking off to the side, smiling a bit, "Oh."

"And theeeere it is," Chim said proudly, leaning back in his chair, "Case closed."

"No no no, reopen the case," Buck stood up, his beer still in his hands, "What do I do now? I mean, things are good, we're good, if I tell her I have feelings for her, what if it messes everything up?" He looked at his family, blue eyes wide, "What if I mess everything up?"

"You won't," Eddie said, certainty clear in his voice.

"Leaving things how they are now won't do either of you any good," Bobby shook his head, "She deserves more, and so do you, Buck. If she makes you happy, and you make her happy, then you should pursue something together, something serious. You can't let your fear of messing up stop you from being happy, and you deserve to be happy."

"Damn right," Eddie nodded.

"Here here," Chim raised his bottle, grinning, "So what are you waiting for, Romeo? It's your girl's birthday--what better day to make things facebook official?"

"Go get her," Bobby chuckled, "and tell her happy birthday from us."

Buck grinned, all golden retriever, and nodded before rushing off, accidentally spraying the group with his drink as he ran off, totally forgetting that he was even holding it.

Eddie groaned, wiping the liquid off of his arm, "Love that guy, but he has no self-awareness sometimes."

"Yeah, well, he isn't the only one," Chim laughed, "How much you wanna bet Maddie, Athena, Hen, and Karen are having this exact conversation with Y/N right now?"

Boddy chuckled, shaking his head with a fond smile, "They were meant to be."

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another one for the best boy 🥰

You sighed happily, rolling over in bed, hand reaching out for Coco--

--and coming up empty.

You grumbled, annoyed, and sat up to see Coco in the doorway, shrugging on his kutte over his work shirt.

"Noo," you whined, "It's early. Come back to bed."

He chuckled, and the sound made you warm all over. "Can't. Gotta get to work, get back in the club's good graces."

You groaned, watching as he went around the room finishing getting ready. "It's literally the ass crack of dawn, why are you rushing? I bet no one else is even there yet."

"I'm already behind, querida," he said, grabbing his gun and slipping it in his jeans, "Was supposed to already be on my bike by now," he stopped, smiling over at you, "Got distracted watching you sleep," he admitted.

You smiled, your man was so sweet. "Fucking soft ass," you mumbled, teasing him.

"Can't help that you're so damn cute!" He said back, walking over to the bed. "Even with bedhead and still half-asleep, you're fucking adorable." He jumped onto the bed, laughing when you squealed at the movement, "Gimme a kiss," he demanded softly.

"Mm," you flipped onto your back, grinning up at him, "Say something nice."

"I just said you were cute," he laughed back.

You only grinned in response.

Coco made a show of sighing and rolling his eyes, but he couldn't hide his smile as he gazed down at you, "Okay, something nice..." He paused, and you wondered what goofy thing he would say next. Coco took a breath, that crooked smile of his making your heart do flips in your chest. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," he confessed softly, "Every fucking day, I wake up and watch you sleep cause I can't believe that you're mine, that you want me, even after everything that I've done..." He shook his head, mesmerized by your very existence, "I just want to be worthy of you, and I know I'm not, not yet, but I will be. I'm working on it. I'ma make things right with the club, with my kid, and with you," he took your hand and kissed it, his lips warm against your skin, "I'm gonna take care of you, amor," he grinned down at you, "Now give me my damn kiss."

You gave him his damn kiss, happily.

As Coco grabbed his keys and turned to walk out, you called his name, making him stop and turn back to you.

"You already take care of me, Coco," you smiled brightly at him, "I love you. Have a good day."

He smiled, bright and wide, and nodded, "Love you. See you tonight."

You closed your eyes and let the purr of his bike pulling off lull you back to sleep, where you dreamt of Coco, and all of the ways you were going to show him you loved him when he got home later that night.

You were going to make sure that he was too worn out, tomorrow morning, to leave so easily. But even if he did have the energy, you knew--

--you'd have fun trying to tire him out, either way.

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This one for the gif request? 💞

"I'm tired," Tommy said, his voice low and rough, "I'm so fucking tired, Y/N."

His back was to you; he stood in front of the mirror, a cigarette in his mouth as he dressed for tonight's event. You could see the exhaustion in his stance, in the sag of his shoulders and the way he stood. You could see the toil his business dealings were taking on him.

You could see the loss of Polly hanging over him.

Carefully, as if you were approaching a wounded horse, you approached your husband. Tommy didn't turn around, so you held him from behind. You leaned in close to him, placing your hands on his chest and your mouth near his ear.

"You are tired," you said softly, patiently, "I know, my love. How could you not be? But you are also strong. And smart. And capable," you reminded him gently, kissing the shell of his ear, and he swayed a bit in your arms, "You are the only one who can save this family, and you are not doing it alone." You stepped back, and Tommy turned to look at you. "I'm with you, Tommy."

He stared at you for a moment, those deep, blue eyes unblinking.

"I will always be with you," you went on, a hand over his broken heart, "The same as Polly. And your mother. No matter where we are, no matter how long it has been since you've last seen me or heard my voice, I will always be with you, Tommy."

He took a breath, and you watched the flame twitch in his cigarette at the action. When he spoke, his voice was raw and low, "Why?"

You smiled. He knew why, and you knew he needed to hear it all the same. "Because I love you, Thomas."

He closed his eyes, leaning forward until you were in his arms. He held you for a moment, and you closed your eyes as well, listening to his heartbeat as he kept you close. Finally, Tommy pulled back, and you saw the spark of life burning in those blue eyes of his.

"When this is all over," he promised softly, "when all these fucks are burnt or buried, you and I are taking the kids and going to the country," he leaned forward again and kissed your nose, "and we will get lost together."

You smiled, "I'd like that. Now come on," you took hold of his loose tie, "let's finish this shit."

He gifted you with a smile. He was tired, so tired--

--but for you, he would fight on.

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Hey! How are you lovely ? I wanted to submit this one for the drabble gif thing if you're still taking it (With Frenchie obviously,I miss this sexy madman 🥹) Best wishes and thank you very very much (either you do it or don't ☺️)

Frenchie was watching you when you woke up. You blinked, eyes squinting against the imposing sun...

...and the pain.

"Hey," you greeted him, voice soft.

"Mon couer," he sighed out, "You should be resting."

You reached out and put a hand on his face, his dark eyes were haunted, and you knew he hadn't slept at all. "So should you."

He gave you a weak smile, "I don't deserve rest. I don't deserve you."

You sighed, letting your hand fall from his face. You'd been attacked last night while Frenchie and the boys were out hunting down supes. It was, as far as any of you could tell, unrelated to their mission. "You couldn't have known this would happen," you say gently.

"I should have," he said, he hugged his pillow as he laid on his chest, staring at you, "I know better than most what this city is," he continued, "what people do," his eyes were hollow, and you watched a tear trickle from the corner of his eye, "I should have protected you."

"It was a random mugging, baby, it happens every day, it was just my turn this time."

"I should have had something in place," he swallowed, "Mon couer, I am a fool. I have plan after plan after plan for my work with Butcher, but when it comes to my personal life, I am careless," he reached out and gently brushed two fingers over your bruised eye, "MM has told me time and time again how important it is to keep my loved ones safe, and what did I do? Nothing," his eyes glazed over, "I am nothing."

You couldn't stand to see him like this anymore, you sat up and pulled Frenchie to you, holding him against your chest. You were wearing one of his T-shirts--he had wrapped you in it when he saw you, bloodied and scared, last night. He took care of you--and now it was your turn to take care of him.

"You have never been nothing, Serge," you said, one hand rubbing his back and the other on the back of his head, fingers thrumming his soft hair gently, "You are everything. And not just to me. Where would we be without you, hm? Think of Kimiko and Hughie, all you've done for them. Even MM, he gives you shit, but he adores you, we all do. Hell, Butcher's mean ass depends on you, like I do, and do you know why?" You asked, moving to cradle his chin, forcing him to look at you. "Because you are a rarity. You're a ray of light in the darkness, you're smart, you're funny, you're sexy," you smiled at the small upwards twitch of his lips at that last comment, "And you're kind. What happened last night was not your fault."

He swallowed again, nodding.

"I love you, Serge," you kissed him gently, and he sagged against you, wanting to be closer, "Now I need to hear you say it."

He looked at you with wet eyes, "I love you, mon couer."

You smiled, "I know. But that isn't what I meant. I want you to say that what happened to me wasn't your fault."

Frenchie paused, and you gave him a moment, just rubbing his back as he stared at you. Finally, he spoke, and you saw that spark come back to his eyes, that gleam that betrayed his dark genius, and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head. He gave you a small nod, then he spoke, "It wasn't my fault...

...and it will never happen again."

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Are my beloved<3 May I present the following gif for you event and for your consideration:

As soon as Theon dismounted from his horse, Robb was standing before him.

"What word from Lady Y/N?" Robb asked, face serious.

Theon grinned. "Is that how you greet your oldest friend?" He teased.

Robb was not amused, "Theon."

"My ride was fine, thank you for asking," Theon went on, patting his horse as he spoke, "Even met a pretty little servant girl who was more than eager to befriend a handsome, highborn man such as myself."

"Theon."

The other man stopped, laughing at the desperate look on Robb's face, "Seven hells, you truly want this."

Robb huffed, "Of course I want this. I have wanted to wed Y/N since the moment I saw her."

"You first saw her at age four," Theon smirked.

"And I remember it like it was yesterday," Robb countered, "My mother made a fuss about her family coming to Winterfell, and when they did," he sighed, a small smile on his lips, "By the old Gods and the new, never had I seen such someone so.. perfect."

Theon rolled his eyes, "You should have written songs instead of fight battles."

"What did she say, Greyjoy?" Robb growled, every inch of him a Stark, a wolf. "I will not ask again."

Theon could see that his friend was in no mood for jests. "She said that she shall await you tonight, and shall speak with her father in the meantime," he grinned, "It seems you will be betrothed by end of day."

And that did it, that broke Robb's cold demeanor. He smiled, looking down as a small laugh escaped him. He would be betrothed. To you. He'd dreamt of making you his lady wife since he was a boy, and now... now it was happening. He felt his chest clench as he thought of his father, unjustly beheaded, and his brother Jon, miles away on the Wall. His lord father would be so proud of him; you were an honorable lady, and Robb knew Ned was always fond of you. And Jon--Gods, Jon would be overjoyed to have you as a sister. You never treated him poorly, never looked down at him for being a bastard. All of the Starks--and Theon--loved you.

You were a just and honorable woman, and soon you would be his wife.

You would be a Stark too.

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Because EZ is daddy

#gif drabble submission

You were asleep when EZ came back to his trailer. You heard him come in, heard the door close behind him and heard the soft thud of his feet on the floor. You were tucked in bed, exhausted after spending the better part of the day shopping for EZ's sparse trailer with Letty and Chucky (of all people).

It was a good day.

You felt the bed dip as EZ got in with you, and a moment later, he kissed the side of your face.

You smiled, "You smell like crime."

He chuckled, "Crime?" He kissed your cheek again. "Crime must smell good."

You giggled, turning over and looking up at him, "It smells like gasoline and leather and smoke."

"You know I don't smoke."

"Yeah, but Angel does. Everyone else does."

"Manny doesn't."

You laughed, your boyfriend was suspiciously fond of Manny. "I bet he doesn't get into bed with his lady smelling like outside," you countered.

EZ laughed back, getting up and shedding his kutte, "Okay, okay, I hear you loud and clear," he turned, his muscled back to you, and you watched the way his broad shoulders moved underneath his tiny little tank top. He looked around the trailer, noting the changes you made with a quiet satisfaction.

You, however, only had eyes for his body. He was built like a fucking god. "Come here."

EZ turned back to you, a wide grin on his face, "Yeah? Even though I smell?" He teased.

You held your arms out, "My sense of sight is stronger than my sense of smell."

"Eh, I dunno," he swayed as he stood over you, smiling down at you warmly, "You made a pretty compelling argument, maybe I should get outta here and shower up before--"

"Ezekiel," you interrupted, impatient, "either get your ass in this bed or give me Manny's number, dammit, cause I--"

He laughed, launching himself into bed and on top of you, wrapping you in his arms as he did. "Manny's my boy, but I'd kill him if he ever touched you."

You kissed him, and as he kissed you back, you knew that neither of you would be getting any sleep tonight.

Not that either of you minded.

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