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lightupmyass · 3 months

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Always Need More

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x OC (Unmei or reader)

Warnings: Lots of overstim, teasing, dragging out orgasm, Rindou *slightly* addicted to her, dacryphilia, but some aftercare and sweetness.

A/N: This is just a one shot I've had for a while that I thought should finally come to light. My first post for the comeback so I hope you like it, just very short and just a little thought I had one day that I needed to get out of my head. Enjoy!

It’d been hours. Even Rindou lost track of how many times she came. From his mouth, from his fingers, he tortured her for hours as he put his own selfish desires first. He wanted to see her cry, wanted to watch her fall apart until she couldn’t take anymore, then push her even further. Her thighs stung, he knew that. Watching her bounce up and down on his cock as her pretty red nails scraped at his bare chest was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen. The desperation on her face, the whimpers that escaped her lips, he wanted more.

“Rin, I can’t do it anymore. Please, it hurts.” She begged, stopping her movements as she pouted. Normally, her pleas would’ve made him melt. In public, he treated her like a perfect princess, doing anything she asked and giving her special treatment every moment. It was only in the safety of their own home that he messed with her, pushed her limits and made her work for it. “Aw, is my baby tired? Well, guess you don’t wanna cum again, huh?” He smirked, his lazy eyes raking up and down her body. She whined, throwing a tantrum as she threw her head back. “That’s not fair! You’re so mean.” She huffed, crossing her arms. “Oh, don’t throw a tantrum now, baby. How could I be mean when I already made you cum so much? C’mon, just work for it a little more and maybe I’ll help ya. You wanna cum again right?” He asked, caressing her hips and gently pulling her to grind on him. She gasped, back arching as she nodded, her pretty eyelashes fluttering shut. “Then just do it a little more, Angel. Give me a little more and I promise I’ll make it worth it.” He assured her.

Unmei sighed in frustration but nodded, slowly lifting herself up again to ride him. The roll of her hips was a little faster, more sloppy and desperate as she kept her pout, eyes closed as she focused on how deep inside he was. It wasn’t long before she was moaning again, the feeling of his big hands on her waist making her melt as the squelching of her aching pussy echoed through the room. Rindou was fixated on watching his cock disappear inside of her, loving the way she sucked him in as his length became coated in her slick. He only let it go on for a few more minutes before he decided it was time to treat her.

The first snap of his hips had her screaming, her body falling forward as her hands reached to grip the headboard. “Fuck! Rin!” Unmei cried out, mouth hung open as she looked down at him. “Did good, baby. Now, take your reward.” He chuckled, the sound turning into a deep groan as he thrusted again. The room quickly filled with slapping, moaning, and low grunts as he bullied his cock deep inside of her, hitting exactly the right spot with each sloppy thrust. He has to admit, he was desperate too, anxious to feel her fall apart around him again. Fucking her through an orgasm was always his favorite, seeing the surprise on her face when he didn’t stop, her nails digging into his skin. It was the best, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to get that again.

“Feel so fucking good, Angel. Did so good bouncing on my cock. You’re gonna cum on it, yeah? Gonna make a mess for me?” Rindou asked, gulping as he looked up at her. His heart almost stopped from how beautiful she looked, blush creeping across her cheeks and chest, tits bouncing, bangs falling over her shimmering eyes as her mouth hung open, allowing the blissful moans to spill out. She didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to. He could feel it, he knew her like the back of his hand. When he felt her twitching, his hands slipped up her back to grip her shoulders, yanking her down to meet him thrust for thrust. “Fuck!” She screamed, his cock going impossibly deeper as his teeth clamped around her nipple. He picked up the pace, fucking her fast and deep until her entire body quaked above him.

That was his moment.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, pussy clamping around him as tears spilled down her cheeks, sobs caught in her throat. It was too good, too overwhelming, like everything he did. She expected him to stop, but she should know better by now.

Before she knew it, she was on her back, legs pinned to her chest as he kept moving, pushing into her at an incredible pace. There was no time to relax, no time to recover. The waves of pleasure just kept going and going as she squirmed, cried, and sobbed. “Rin! Oh, god!” She screamed, trying to push him away. But, her cunt still sucked him in, even wetter and easier now as it continued to twitch. “That’s a nice new nickname.” He joked, grabbing her wrists with one hand and pinning them above her head as he continued. “Don’t go pushing me away now, babe. You wanted to cum so badly, thought I’d make it real good for ya. Can still feel it, how is it? How long do you think I can make it go for?” He mused, licking his lips and smiling. The waves kept crashing, her walls spasming around him each time the head of his cock brushed up against her sweet spot. She was so tight she could feel every vein, each ridge of the head dragging against her as he went in and out, making the bed creak from the force. There was no telling when it’d stop, if it would, if it had. It all felt like way too much to handle, and she didn’t think she could take any more. Her brain was malfunctioning, going numb from the pleasure as her eyes rolled. There was no telling what more her body could handle at the moment, but she wished she heard what was coming next.

Rindou was sneaky, pounding into her ruthlessly to distract her as he grabbed the toy from under the blanket where he hid it. He could see in her eyes that she was losing it, that she was simply giving in to the pleasure as involuntary moans spilled from her lips. She looked beautiful, but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted her screaming, crying, squirming. The surprise of the vibrator pressed against her clit gave him all of that. Unmei immediately screamed, legs flailing and spreading more as she looked at him in complete shock. The feeling was inexplicable, and it sent her over the edge once more right away. She sobbed as she shook, liquid spraying over Rindou’s and thighs. Maybe he should’ve stopped there, but he didn’t. He kept it right where he knew she would feel it the most, slamming into her relentlessly as she choked and cried and trembled. “Rin! C-Can’t! No!” She wailed, but he didn’t stop. “Feel so fucking good, Angel. Bet it feels good, huh? Love having me insida you so bad, don’t ya?” He groaned, chuckling as he trailed his free hand up her body, fingers wrapping around her throat. Unmei gasped as choked as they squeezed the sides, her vision getting blurry from the tears as her mouth hung open. She could barely see him, but she knew he was smiling. He loved seeing her like this, she knew that. But, she loved when he treated her like this even more.

“C’mon, baby, you’re gonna cum with me, right? Just gotta give me one more while I fill this pretty little pussy up and you can relax. Sounds good, right? Just one more real good one to milk me. C’mon baby, fucking milk my cock.” Ridnou moaned, folding her up even more and he leaned over her. The vibrator rubbed against him each snap of his hips, just gently buzzing over the length of his cock and making him twitch. He was close, but he wanted to feel it with her, to make sure she was completely satisfied by the end of it. That was always his goal, to give her everything she needed and more. It wasn’t his fault she liked it rough, but it was certainly his pleasure to comply. Her fingers gripped at his biceps, nails dragging down his skin and leaving marks in their wake as she looked up at him with big, teary doe eyes. “You can do that for me, right, Angel? Give me one more big mess and then we’re done. C’mon, give me one more. Let me feel you.” He encouraged, angling his hips better and pressing the toy down harder against her clit.

He was too close, almost tipping over the edge. Luckily, his efforts paid off. With a strangled cry, Unmei arched off the bed and shook violently, squeezing him tighter than ever before as her eyes rolled back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Rindou grunted, letting go of her throat as he buried himself inside of her completely, letting her milk him as he spilled inside. His face disappeared into the crook of her neck, trying so hard to not sink his teeth in. He felt the rise and fall of her chest come quicker, the tears and sobs flowing more as he felt the buzz between them still going. “Oh fuck.” He cursed, pulling back and taking it away, turning it off and tossing it on the floor. He watched Unmei pouted, lips and body quivering as she cried, reaching up to wipe away her tears and hide her face. “Shhh, hey hey hey…” Rindou cooed, leaning down and pulling her arms away in favor of pressing kisses all over her face, gently kissing away her tears. “Its alright. You’re done. It’s over.” He whispered.

Unmei wrapped her arms around his neck, Rindou pulling her up and sitting with his back against the headboard as he held her tight, shushing her and rocking her as she cried into his shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Maybe I went a little too far this time?” He asked softly, wondering if he went overboard. But, luckily, she shook her head, sitting back and wiping her own tears away with his help. “No, it was good. Just felt so much I couldn’t help myself.” She sniffling, giggling a little as she smiled at him. He melted, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him, still inside of her to keep the warmth between them. “Im glad. You did so good for me, Angel. Always do. My little baby always does so good for me.” He cooed, kissing her cheek over and over again. She giggled and squirmed, pulling back and playing with the ends of his hair as she stared into his eyes. “I love you so much.” She whispered, another tear dripping down her cheek. Rindou smiled, cupping her cheek and stroking it with his thumb as she nuzzled into it. “I love you too, baby.”

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imagines--galore · 2 months

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||Light 'em Up|| Prologue

Summary: She saved Hiro from bullies and then punched Tadashi when she thought he was one too. She calls herself Hiro's caretaker, and became Tadashi's best friend. Now she attends the same Institute as Tadashi as a robotics student. She's Sakura dubbed Cherry Blossom by Fred. She's Hiro's partner in crime, when it comes to annoying his brother and Tadashi's best friend. Pairing: Tadashi Hamada x Sakura Kamiya(OC) Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Adventure A/N: I've written this for the longest time and figured it was time to start uploading this here! So enjoy!

"So was that everyone on your little Nerd Team?"

Hiro asked cheekily as he stood beside his brother, helmet in hand. They had just stepped out of the Institute, after meeting everyone, and were about to head home. His older brother grinned and nodded, putting his own helmet on.

"Yup!" He started the Moped as he counted his friends on his fingers one by one.

"Gogo. Fred. Honey. Wasabi. And..." His eyes widened with disbelief with a hint of fear, as he paled and breathed out.

"Oh crap!"

Hiro's smile widened all the more when his brother was almost immediately cut off by a loud shout from the top of the stairs.

"Tadashi Hamada!"

Both brothers turned to look at the stairs where a figure was walking towards them, their steps quick and determined. Tadashi seemed to shrink where he sat on his mopped, while his younger brother, with his helmet still on, waved excitedly.

"Hiya Sakura!"

Immediately a bright smile was directed towards him.

"Hello Hiro!"

The younger boy was then swept into a giant bear hug by the girl. She lifted him off his feet, the both of them laughing before she deposited him back on the ground looking at him, her eyes shining.

"Oh its so good to see you! Its been almost three days since I last saw you. I was worried when I got Tadashi's text about the Bot Fight. Why did you even go there anyway? No wait! What were you thinking?! For being a smart kid that was pretty dangerous and stupid Hiro."

As she spoke she started to turn his head around, eyeing him from head to toe.

"You're not hurt are you? If it were up to me I would glue that helmet to your head."

She laughed rapping her knuckles smartly against the object. Worry and concern was written all over the older girl's face as she inspected him for any kind of bruises or even a scratch.

"Seriously are you okay though?"

Her voice was soft, violet eyes laced with concern as she looked at Hiro in the eye.

"I'm okay, Sakura!"

Hiro said pushing her hands away gently, with a grin. He knew how the older girl could get with him. She was always checking up on him and making sure he was eating properly and sleeping well. Whenever he was about to try out one of his new inventions she would make sure to be just around the table, that was put up to protect them if need be, with a first aid kit and a fire extinguisher. He didn't mind though. He loved the attention and Sakura loved to take care of him. Smiling lightly Sakura stood up straight, ruffling his hair, making it messier than ever.

"I know you're okay, Squirt!"

Hiro protested laughingly batting away her hands.

"H-hey Sa-kura."

A small voice called out. The girl turned, her long pony tail swishing around her head with the movement, to look at the older Hamada brother, her face completely devoid of any emotion. Beside her the younger Hamada brother grinned slyly as he stood behind the black haired girl, partly hidden. His eyes relayed a single message to the victim.

"You are so dead, bro!"

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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I'll be bound to you in leather and chains

WC: 4k+. GIF by evansgarfield

[dark!cop!Curtis x reader]

[warnings!!! Murder/ forced breeding/smut/reader cheating on oc/very dark Curtis/ so much murder/ smut/manipulation]

When you were younger you had a guardian angel that took the form of a boy that everyone assumed had aggression issues. Yet to you, he was perfect. He defended your name on the playground like it was his own, and he continued this up until highschool.

Curtis Everett. The man everyone feared, yet you knew him. He was the sweetest and most softest man you've ever had the honour of knowing. You two met when you were very young through you're mum's. They put you on a play date and since then you were inseparable.

It was rumoured all throughout highschool that Curtis was not only obsessed with you, but also inlove too. Yet you swept every comment off and continued down the corridors to see Curtis playing basketball.

You always assumed he would go to the big leagues due to how good he was. It also helped that he was a growing boy that already dominated others with his height of 6 foot and he was still growing.

You remember how there was once a bully named Mason. He constantly used to make fun of your growing body making you insecure all throughout highschool. One day you went to Curtis crying over the insults Mason had thrown at you that day. He comforted you, telling you how perfect you were and how your body shouldn't be anyone's problem except your own.

"Angel, you know that you're utterly perfect. You can do no wrong. His vile words won't ever be spoken at you again. Listen angel, there's nothing wrong with you. When you walk into a room the whole place lights up. You're my walking sunshine and you have been sculpted by the gods, understood?"

With a sniffle and a kiss on Curtis's cheek you replied gently, feeling safe in his arms, "Understood."

The next day Mason turned up dead by the river. His tongue ripped from his throat, and his body covered in stab marks. You had thoughts about it being Curtis but he has a solid alibi as he was in the next town over at his dads. And with him being proved innocent you gave him your infinite trust again.

There were so many memories of Curtis taking care of you in highschool. You cherished each and every one of them. Your favourite was one day after-school on a snowy day, you had to walk home alone because Curtis hadn't shown up. But then a sound of a motorbike engine floated into your ears until it roared right next to you. You turned and saw Curtis get off his bike and take off his helmet with a big smile on his face.

He had passed his test an could drive you everywhere. You couldn't help but run up to him and envelope him into a huge hug. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close laughing.

That day you rode around with him on his bike everywhere. It was truly magical having the winter air run through your hair as your drove past your peers.

But ofcourse that had to end, when you hit the age of 19 you decided you had seen everything this town had to offer and needed to move to the big city. So you did. When the news reached Curtis he ran to your house frantically knocking before pushing the door open scaring your mother and storming upstairs.

When he entered your room he saw the boxes packed and his heart broke. You were leaving him. And he couldn't stop you. So he held you in his arms whispering sweet words to you. Crying softly, as you went through your boxes, he went over as many memories as he could all while swiping a pair of your panties.

When your taxi came, Curtis helped you pack your boxes. And with one final kiss on his cheek you were gone. Curtis took a breathe feeling emptiness settle in his heart. He would wait for you. And when he had you, he'd never let you go.

You awoke in your apartment with a yawn. Today you had a long drive and you knew tomorrow would be even more exhausting. The news of Gilliam passing reached you in the form of a funeral invitation. Gilliam was always close to you and Curtis. He was Curtis's Godfather after all.

You hadn't gone home to your town in 5 years. You haven't spoken with any of them especially Curtis and you were anxious to see him. You'd have never have told him but you used to have a huge crush on him. You knew it was time to bite the bullet and reunite with them all.

You sighed a packed a bag. You were going to be gone for 3 to 4 days depending on how it went. You packed your black dress that was modest enough as well as your black heels for the funeral. You did want to look nice even if it was a sad occasion. You also pack your red dress and your white dress all completed with a long black jacket.

Today you were driving to a BnB that was located directly in town. You were only unpacking there for a day or two so you didn't need to dress nice for the drive there. After sending a text to your boss and everyone else you got ready and packed your small white mini car with you bag and set off on your journey.

You were thankful you set off at 10 am when it was still light outside as winter was here and the streets were lined with snow and ice. You would hate to have to drive at night in the snowy weather.

After a 5 hour drive you were finally back in your old town and the distant memory of you on the back of Curtis's motorbike floated into you brain causing a soft smile to raise your cheeks.

You parked and pulled your bag out before locking your car. As you were heading to the entrance you heard a siren right next to you causing you to jump. You turned to look at the cop car right next to you. You heard a car down open and a familiar face appear.

Curtis was adorned in a dark uniform and a beanie on his head keeping his head warm. A smile also adored his cheeks, he looked truly happy to see you. You can't help but feel giddy at seeing him. He somehow got more handsome. The dominance seeping off his masculine frame.

His jaw was sharp and scruffy and his eyes were fierce. He was now incredibly tall standing at 6'7 absolutely drowning your small figure. Yet despite how intimidating he seemed, you couldn't help but run into his arms. He immediately lifted you higher, his strong arms wrapping around your waist filling the air with happy laughter.

"My little angel! I'm so glad you're back home!" And he truly meant that. He missed you so much, he became a man of the law for you. He cleaned the streets of your home patiently waiting for your return, and here you were. Safe in his arms.

"You've grown even taller! I've missed you too!" You snuggled into his neck, soaking in this moment and trying to remind yourself that it's real.

He dropped you down and smiled, giving you one last squeeze before soaking you in. You were dresses in leggings and a long blouse but it looked amazing on you. God for a moment he could imagine you in his house wearing that outfit because it was your comfy clothes, all adorned with a ring on your finger ofcourse.

"Wow! A cop. I never would have thought of you pursuing that role."

"Haha it's a small world angel. I wanted to make this town better."

"You're doing a great job I can tell. I'm so sorry about what happened to Gilliam."

"It's life angel. Don't worry too hard okay? It was tough when I heard the news but you know he would have hated anyone shedding tears over him."

It was tougher for Curtis to try and find a way for Gilliam's death seem like natural causes rather than murder, yet he wouldn't tell you that.

"I would love to stay and chat but I have to unpack and sleep. I promise to see you tomorrow honeybear!"

And with that you were gone, leaving an emptiness to settle inside Curtis's bones again and a longing to sit in his heart, filling it until it overwhelmed him with the urge to take you as his. But he would wait. He made this plan and he was sticking to it, so for now he would brush his urges away and fantasize instead.

Today was the day. Gilliam was going to be put to rest and your heart hurt at the very idea. You remember the first time you met him, you were hidden behind Curtis almost as if you were his shadow due to the fact you were so nervous to meet him. You knew Curtis's mum since you were little but his godfather was a whole other thing. There were stories that Gilliam was a man who planned out bad things, yet you never believed it because he practically raised Curtis, and he never did anything wrong.

If only you knew that Gilliam was training Curtis on how to be the perfect killer. To plan each slaughter and get away with it and most importantly, the plan to win your love which sadly failed and resulted in dire consequences. Curtis was smart after years of training and knew that this death would draw you here for at least a couple of days and that's all he needed.

You brushed your hair and looked in the mirror, you knew you were going to cry but you thought why the hell not and applied some makeup. If you were going to cry, you were going to make it dramatic. With your dress and shoes on you looked in the BnB's mirror and observed yourself. You looked beautiful yet not enough to steal the attention away from the saddening event.

You packed your tissues and checked your phone. It began in 10 minutes, and so with a heavy heart you began a steady stroll to the church. You failed to hear the crunching of snow until you heard a familiar cough and turned to see Curtis walking beside you. His uniform was on but he carried his police hat, his head still wearing the beanie you remember from yesterday. With a soft smile, you walked side by side with him until you reached the church.

The service was absolutely heart wrenching and you knew the second it was over, you'd wrap your arms around Curtis as he was crying to hard that it hurt your soul. When it was finished and everyone stood up to remember the man, you subtly moved you hand to squeeze Curtis's trying to offer any form of comfort you could.

Afterwards everyone tried to leave the church hurriedly, trying to escape the gloom of the dead. Yet you ran straight to his arms like you promised and he immediately snuggled his head into the crook of your neck before letting out a crying. You soon joining him until soft words were spoken between the two of you.

"I'm sorry, I'm usually a stronger man, angel." He whispered so gently into your ear,

"Don't apologise Curtis everyone needs someone." You replied in kind trying to soothe your sobs.

"I don't have anyone angel, when you left I had Gilliam but now he's gone and I have no one." You felt your heart break at his words. You kissed him in sympathy yet, you felt the tingle. And as much as you wanted to deny it, you needed to take your mind off this sadness that shrouded the work. You needed comfort and so did Curtis, as you were looking deep into each others eyes, you reached an agreement of seeking comfort in each others bodies to forget the pain temporarily.

Everything was hurried, from the walk back to the BnB you were staying to getting each others clothes off. God you were desperate for him. To feel him inside you like you once did years ago. With the brief thought lingering in your mind, you stared up at him before crashing your lips together again.

His hands were gripping your hips giving you the delightful feeling of his dominance. All the while his lips were glued to yours and his tongue was swiping across your bottom lip and intertwining your tongues together. You could feel his hands meet at your back and undo your bra. You shivered at the feeling of his big fingers brushing your bra straps down.

When your bra fell off the air wrapped around you making your nipples harden and Curtis groan. He couldn't wait that long, his patience was running thin so he tossed you onto the bed, knocking the air from your lungs. He was so strong. You always knew he was strong but this, this was different. He was almost animalistic when using his strength.

This was further emphasized when he tore your panties off leaving you bare before him. He quickly yanked his boxers off and settled his head between your thighs, giving you flashbacks to the first time he ate you out, god you were both so nervous but it was still so good.

But now it was different, he was so much more experienced. He breathed on your wetness making you even more desperate for him. He gave one long lick before he suckled on your clit and shoved two fingers in you. God he was so good at it, so good you could already feel the knot in your stomach becoming undone.

His tongue gave one last lick before you came all over his fingers with a cry. God you were in heaven, but as you were coming down you felt the bed shift and Curtis settle on top of you. You could feel the tip of his cock rub up and down your fold. You bucked your hips up to him desperate for him to fill you again.

"Calm down angel, I knew you were gonna be eager for daddy hmm?" With that he slapped the tip against you skit making you cry out.

"Please-please Curtis!" With that he pressed his lips to yours as he pushed in.

You felt tears gather in your eyes from how big he was. God he was being so sweet about it. You could feel yourself falling into this moment. With a pop he was fully in you, with a groan he pulled back until only the tip rested in you and then pushed back, slow but firm. He placed his forehead against yours and thrusted.

"God this pussy has missed daddy huh?" You couldn't even reply, each thrust he did rubbed against the spot that made your eyes roll and your toes curl. His dirty words helped fill up the emptiness in your head.

"Fucking missed this pussy, gonna fill your tight cunt full of my cum angel. Yeah?" You nodded not listening to him, just loosing yourself to his cock and how good it felt.

"Yeah, good girl. Gonna make you mine. Gonna get you fuckin' pregnant and then you'll be mine. Fuck you're gonna be my wife, gonna be mine. Stupid fuckin whore in you thought you could leave me. But now you're back being a dumb little slut for my cock, just like you should be."

He slapped your clit making you buck up from the surprise. You were close and Curtis could sense it. He rubbed your clit reducing you to mindless babbles, he spat on your cheek and groaned before licking your cheek.

"Fucking look at you. Taking my cock like a good little slut. Fucking marked with my spit, gonna be marked with my cum. Fuck so fucking perfect. Who would've known that my sweet angel would be a dirty little whore who opens her legs a fuckin' cop like me."

With that you came all over his cock, coating it with a white ring and letting out a load squeal. The tightening of your pussy made Curtis groan and with a few stuttering thrusts he coated the inside of your cunt with his cum. He was in heaven he finally had you. You were going to stay home with him. You just had to after tonight.

With a groan he saw you had gone to sleep and cleaned you up. He smiled softly looking at you. He climbed into bed and pulled you into him. This is was the beginning of forever. And he couldn't wait to put a ring on your finger and make you his cute little wife.

Oh god, what was wrong with you! You were so overwhelmed with seeing your first love again that you forgot all about your boyfriend Max. God he was never going to forgive you. And now you had to tell Curtis. You felt so unclean.

You were nothing but a whore and you knew that Max was going to see you that way too. You heart broke. You started dating Max a year ago after he helped you when all your shopping bags broke. God he was such a dream when you saw him. A true knight in armour for you. You were so embarrassed when you cried because of how frustrated you were but he reassured you it was okay.

At that memory, guilt swayed in your stomach and tears gathered in your eyes. An arm snapped you out of shedding your tears when it pulled you back into a strong body. You let out a sob and pulled yourself out of Curtis's arms. You grabbed your clothes and fled to the bathroom crying leaving Curtis confused.

He got dressed and then knocked on the bathroom door, his heart breaking listening to your cries.

"Angel? Is everything okay?" He asked gently.

"No! No it's not! Last night was a mistake! It shouldn't have happened! I have a boyfriend I love and cherish and I cheated on him!" You sobbed as you explained yourself.

Curtis felt his heart break at you calling last night a mistake but even more so at hearing you moved on from him. He felt his blood boil and his mind settle on the only possible thing he could do to have you as his. Murder.

"I'm sorry angel, I wish there was a way you didn't see it as a mistake but I'll go angel. I love you truly and I respect your wishes."

With one final sigh he left you to cry in the bathroom. While you were so wrapped up grieving over the end of your relationship and the mistake you made. Curtis went to the city and hunted down Max. He was smart about it. He made sure there were no ties connected to him yet, they would pull him in to protect you incase there was a threat against your life. He had a plan ready. You were to be his whether you liked it or not.

After a few hours you packed your bags and prepared to head back home to tell Max, but instead an even louder sob left your throat. Dozens of texts from colleagues and friends telling you how sorry they were for your loss, and ofcourse the main news of finding Max dead.

You had lost him forever and nothing could make you feel better in this moment except drowning the pain out. So you went for a drink.

When you got home, you went for another drink until you passed out. You were awoken to a knock at the door bright and early. With a groan you pulled your aching body off the couch and dragged yourself to the front door to answer it.

When you opened it, your heart shot into your throat. Curtis was dressed in his uniform wearing a stern expression. You looked at him shocked. Why would he be here? You thoughts were quickly answered by Curtis speaking in a powerful voice.

"Hey angel. I promise I'm not here for anything personal. I've been put on the case of your boyfriend. Even I find it strange but I've been assigned to keep a watchful eye on you."

"So like a bodyguard?"

He scratched the back of his neck, "yeah like a bodyguard."

With a sigh you fully opened the door and let him in. This was gonna be a long few months, you could feel it.

It was only 4 months in and you were struggling. You knew Curtis had killed him. You just couldn't prove it. And due to how stressed you were, you were throwing up every morning.

At least you thought that until a month ago. When you decided to go to the doctor your world stopped. You were pregnant and the only person it could be was Curtis.

You had to put your cards on the table about him being a murderer. You were going to get justice for Max. And then you could live happily with your child.

It was going to be tonight. You had the evidence and it stemmed from when you were younger. All the bullies that disappeared when you told him what they'd done. The men that hit on, all ending up drowning in the lake. And finally the incident. After the affair, there were people that reported Curtis leaving in a rage.

And then he disappeared out of the city, and then Max turned up dead. The story was their but the evidence was lacking severely. It was time to expose him, to find out his motive. You were prepared, you had the recorder strapped to your thigh.

When the door opened you were ready. He was home. He closed the door. Curtis could feel the tension, he knew that you knew. You weren't the smartest but you certainly weren't dumb. He was surprised it took you this long to find out it was him. With a sigh he sat down in front of you.

"Go on angel, speak. Tell me what you know."

"I know you did it you bastard. You killed Max didn't you?!"

"Ah, ah, ahh. Come here now." He waggled his finger at you and you timidly walked to him, letting out a squeal when he tore the recorder off your thigh and crushed it with his bare hands.

You plan was ruined, he knew. He was ahead of everything and you didn't know what to do. You felt tears stream down your face before a hand swiped them away.

"I had to kill them all angel. They weren't worthy of you. Only I am." He whispered it to you so lovingly. You pushed him away.

"No Curtis. You're insane. You killed them all, and I'll tell everyone."

"Oh really is that right." He laughed in your face, he place his hand under your chin and titled your head up.

"You know how easy I could make it seem like you did it. You have a motive, you cheated on your boyfriend and had to tell him. But you couldn't because it would mean everyone knowing your dirty secret. So you killed him."

Your eyes widened. "However angel, if you chose to love me. I can easily rule it as suicide. I just have to slip a note in his apartment and everything is fine."

You felt sick. He said it all so casually. In fact you were about to throw up. You ran to the sink and threw up. In the background you heard Curtis laughing almost as if he was smug at how you reacted to his grizzly truth.

You were tired of the control he had, and decided to take control instead. You needed this moment so you could think of a way to escape him.

"Do you find me throwing up funny?"

"I do angel, I thought you had a stronger stomach."

"I would if I wasn't pregnant with your child!" You shouted at him. And just like that time stopped. Curtis could feel his heart stop.

He dropped to his knees in front of your stomach. He smiled and kissed your belly, tears filled his eyes as he knew you wouldn't come with him willingly but as always he came prepared.

He stood up and looked down at you,

"I promise to take care of you angel, you and our baby. You're gonna be Mrs. Everett and I'll make sure you live comfortably." And with that he pulled the rag soaked in chloroform out of his pocket and smothered it over your mouth and nose til you fell limp in his arms.

You stared at the ring that was on your finger. You never had the chance to escape and even if flashed the opportunity now, you couldn't. You loved your children too much to leave.

It had been 3 years since Max's death. And you had 2 children. Your eldest was called Edgar, he was a babbling baby that looked so much like his dad except he had your eyes. And then your newest born 6 months ago, little baby Beth.

You felt yourself being tugged back to a firm chest. You turned around and snuggled into Curtis. You resigned fighting him when you gave birth to Edgar. As much as you hated him, you forced yourself to love him.

" Hmm 'morning angel." He kissed you and you kissed him back. "Good morning." With a yawn you closed your eyes and embraced the idea that you loved you husband rather than despising him.

"C'mon angel. Let's go back to sleep before they wake up. I love you so much Mrs. Everett. I'll protect and love you forever."

And with a kiss on your forehead you snuggled into him and his your tears and fell asleep in his arms. This was your life, there was no escape but there was love and safety what else could you want.

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impishjesters · 6 months

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Under the Weather

Rhett (tadc OC) x Sick Reader

warning(s): none, just sweet cute shit A/N: I forget how we got on the topic, but my friend and I were chatting about a sick reader and Rhett feeding them soup and this... was just so fucking funny to me I had to write it. His first debut and I'm already bullying him, I'm sorry my dear. (Also hehe, the reader got a lil virus, you poor baby)

“A-a-achoo!”

A dribble of snot ran down your face and was quickly wiped up with a tissue. “I know you caught a little bug, but I’m starting to think it might be a bigger bug than Caine anticipated.”

“Nuh-uh..” You sniffled, gently batting his hand away to take the tissue. After blowing the gunk away and bundling the tissue up, Rhett extended his hand. Your face scrunched up in disgust at the idea of putting your snot-filled tissue into his hand. “I’ll be fine.”

Rhett looked you up and down, taking in your disheveled appearance. “Clearly.” You gave a weak swat to him and he easily caught your hand, stealing the icky tissue and tossing it in the bin. “How about you lay here and rest, and I make you a nice bowl of hot soup, yes? It’ll help soothe your throat, give you something light in your tummy, and help get all that icky snot out.”

Some soup did sound pretty good right now. You aren’t sure about how well it would help. The bug part was quite literal after all, so unless that soup had some magical bug-be-gone data in it, it wouldn’t do any good. But your boyfriend was being such a gentleman and it was clear as day that he wanted to take care of you—like he always did.

Maybe you’d humor him this one time and let him pamper you.

“Okay,” his center eye widened in surprise, you usually put up a fight.

“Okay?” he repeated.

“You can make me some soup and I’ll lay back and rest.”

The pupils in two of Rhett’s eyes turned into hearts, doing a silly little side-to-side dance before returning to normal. It was weird when you first saw it, his eyes acting so independently from one another—as if they had a mind of their own. Until it happened again, and it only took a bit of piecing together that it was a happy reaction.

With a lack of face to show his emotions, his eyes would quite literally be the windows to his soul—and emotions.

You still aren’t very proficient at reading him very well though.

He moved the tissue box closer and pulled the blankets up and under your chin, tucking you in. “I’ll be back before you know it.” The lower eye closed as he leaned down, giving you his version of a pseudo kiss.

Rhett left, leaving you alone in bed with the lights dimmed.

You drifted on and off until the sound of the door woke you up, your boyfriend’s body creating an unsettling headless shadow that nearly startled you. Still getting used to that.

“Ah, I’m sorry did I wake you, dear?” One hand held a bowl of soup while the other closed the door behind him before making his way toward your bed. “I tried to be quick, but you know Bubble trying to help only to further prove a nuisance.”

A hoarse little giggle left you before making you cough. “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

He set the soup aside and sat on the bed, fluffing pillows up behind you before helping you settle into them. Once you sunk back into the pillows he simply sat there for a moment, taking in how cute you looked before snapping out of it. Right, soup first, admire later.

Rhett grabbed the soup, stirring it before lifting the spoon full of broth. A classic chicken noodle soup, if your nose can be relied enough on to go based on smell alone. He held the spoon up ready to blow on it and froze, was something wrong? You whisper his name, throat too sore.

The spoon was placed back into the bowl and brought back up, he froze again and all several eyes stared intently at the spoon in hand. Each eye was wide, staring at the spoon as if it threatened to kill his dog.

“Rhett…?” He was starting to worry you now. “You don’t have to feed me I can—”

“N-nonsense..! It’s still hot after all.” he cleared his throat, central eye focused on you while the other continued to stare intently at the spoon. “I-I’m sorry my love, I.. I seem to have made a slight miscalculation.”

“Miscalculation?” You sat up slowly, using the pillows as a crutch, and glanced at the seemingly normal bowl of soup. “What’s wrong with it? Did Bubble do something?”

“N-no..” Rhett shifted uncomfortably when your gaze moved from the soup to him. Lowering the bowl to his lap he looked away in a way that could only be conveyed as nervously. “I wished to feed you the soup but.. it’s hot..”

“Well yeah,” you grumble, clearing your throat. “It’s soup, fresh soup… it’s gonna be hot. I don’t—”

Hot soup. Feeding you. His words repeat in your head again and again, he wanted to feed you but it was too hot—oh. That poor baby couldn’t blow on the soup.

“I-I can feed myself, it’s okay!” You push forward and reach for the bowl just for Rhett to pull it just out of reach. “Sweetie, it’s okay. Really.”

Rhett doesn’t look at you, in fact, none of his eyes are looking remotely in your direction. He didn’t think this out—he of all people didn’t have the foresight to realize the error in his romantic gesture. He failed to take into consideration that with no mouth it meant he couldn’t simply blow on the hot soup before feeding you every spoonful.

While Rhett was having his moment, you cautiously took the bowl from his hands and set it on the side table. One eye flicked to you before immediately looking away, okay so he was slightly aware despite having his little realization.

He moved before you could, turning his back to you and face-planting directly into the bed sheets. You expect his groans to be muffled but they aren’t, he’s just groaning and muttering to himself along the lines of ‘how stupid’ he is.

It’s a little dramatic but he is a romantic. So he puts his heart into everything when it pertains to you or the ones he cares about. But you can’t help but find a bit of joy in his torment, the usual big-hearted gentleman reduced to whines and groans all because he couldn’t blow on your soup.

What a fuckin goober, god you love him.

“Rhett… Look at me.” He groaned, refusing to move from his little self-pity moment. “At least give me one eye?” Another groan but this time one of his eyes looked your way. It was creepy watching the eye completely rotate around like that, at least he did what you asked.

“You know I don’t think less of you for this right? Not being able to blow on my soup, it’s not the end of the world.”

“I know dear, I just—it was such a perfect plan. Spoon feeding you soup until you were full, then watching you get sleepy with a full tummy.” Was he describing a kitten or a person? “Then I’d just climb in bed with you and hold you close and keep watch while you rested. It was supposed to be perfect,” he whined.

You rolled your eyes, fully aware of the singular squinting eye judging your eye-roll. “So one little thing went wrong, I can still eat the soup on my own—” he whined, “fine you can feed me, I’ll blow on my soup and we can cuddle afterward. It’s not completely ruined.”

Rhett lifted his head slightly. “It’s only ruined if you let it be ruined.” You added.

“Fine… I suppose that’s an acceptable agreement.”

A convenient tickle hits your throat causing you to cough, Rhett leaps up nearly knocking you back in the process only to steady you. “I’m sorry, your throat must feel awful. Here.” The soup is back in his hands in no time, by this point the soup should’ve cooled down enough to render blowing on it pointless.

The first few spoonfuls are consumed messily, Rhett wiping up every dribble with a napkin before carefully feeding you more. By the bottom of the bowl, you felt stuffed, the soup was light, more focused on the broth than the noodles and you were grateful for it.

He gave your mouth another gentle pat of a napkin before setting the bowl aside. You lied down with his help, getting snuggled under the blankets before patting the spot beside you. Rhett hesitated before removing his shoes, slipping under the blankets with you.

You let him get comfortable before practically draping yourself over him, laying half on him with your leg thrown over his. He made your bed look tiny with his taller body, but managed to easily lift you and scoot himself further into your bed. If you were going to use him as your mattress he wanted to ensure that neither he nor you would risk falling off.

Not that he’d let you of course. You were going to rest and he was going to keep a vigilant eye—eyes, out while you rested.

Rhett let a hand idly rub at your back, his central eye gazing down at you. “Rest easy my dear. You’ll feel better in no time.”

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notyour-valentine · 9 months

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A Fair Exchange XL ~ Aemond Targaryen x Reader/OC (Angst)

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Summary: Aemonds proposal puts our Princess in a tough spot

Warning: bullying, blood, mention and threat of violence and death, mutilation, mention of torture and death, childbirth, injury, misogyny. Expect canon conforming tone and language. (18/21+)

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Previously

Part XL

“It is a good plan. It is the best we have to make sure you get to safety. Deliver Jaehaera to Helaena for me, will you?”, he asked, giving her hands a little squeeze.

There was such finality in his voice.

“What about you?”, she asked.

He shrugged.

“I’ll find my way out of Dorne.”

All the while he had avoided meeting her gaze, his head lowered, his eye downcast, each word coming out mumbled yet certain.

She wanted to hit him. The urge came suddenly, from somewhere deep inside her, right along with a desire to scream. She wanted to slap him across the face with all her might, to shake him until his teeth rattled, to scream at him until he saw sense again.

But no matter how a blood curdling screech itched at the back of her throat, she couldn’t, not without drawing attention to them.

“How?”, she demanded to know through clenched teeth, not trusting her voice with much more lest her inner turmoil seize control of it to both their detriment.

“It doesn’t matter.”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, reminding her that he was still wearing his boots, his heavy leather boots that seemed glued to his feet.

The fact that they still graced his feet now was proof that this decision was not a spur of the moment thing. Otherwise he would have left them with Luke and Jaehaera, for, despite their uses, they were not for swimming.

Now there was no doubt that he had planned this, had led her on in a game of make believe all the while knowing he was going to abandon them, going to betray her.

“How?”, she repeated, her voice trembling as all of her began to shake.

His hands had held her own gently but now hers tightened to the point it made them wince, but she refused to lessen her grip.

“Why do you care?”, he snapped, a lightning of rage appearing in his eye for but a heartbeat.

Why do you care?

How could he ask that? Now? After everything? After stilling her shaking hands when they were still coated in blood? After dropping the body of the guard into the sea? After all they had done, all they had seen, all they had survived to get here.

And now he sought to just leave her…just like that, without a fight, without a struggle, without a heroic last stand. No, Aemond Targaryen was content to simply slip away into the night, to leave her and the others to their fates.

“Go now. Luke is waiting.”, he urged, almost gently, but she could tell his tone was off. He was a fool if he thought she would fall for his feigned lightheartedness.

They hadn’t come this far to separate. Not now. Not yet.

“No.”, she said, glaring up at him in pure defiance and resentment.

“What did you say?”, he asked, leaning in as if it had been the volume of her voice that caused his confusion.

“I will not go.”, she stated, searching his face for any trace of a reaction.

She could see the quiver of his lip, the twitch in his jaw muscle, the narrowing of his eye.

“You have to! Luke is waiting, and he won’t leave without you!”

By the sound of him she was the greatest fool in the Seven Kingdoms for not already being halfway to the boat. How comical, since he was the only one acting the jester, and a poor one at that.

“He’ll have to wait because I won’t go alone.”, she insisted.

She could see him bristle at her word,his eye darting out into the darkness as if to make out the ship in the black of night.

“You are putting all our lives at risk with your stubbornness.”, he snarled, anger laced in with his impatience.

“The only one being stubborn is you! What in seven hells are you thinking? You said it yourself - this is the only way.”

The look on his face told her that he still believed that, and that he had no alternative plan lined up, that he had intended on leaving them to her fate while returning to complete uncertainty.

“You don’t understand-”

“You’re right I don’t!”, she snapped, cutting him off. “And we don’t have time for you to so graciously share your genius!”

The breath she took had the aim of calming her. It did little of the sort but calmed her voice.

“You said you know how to swim? The motions…?”, she asked.

Aemond hesitated for a moment before giving the faintest of nods. “But it’s not enough.”

“It will have to be enough.”, she insisted. “You know the motions. It’s the same over and over.”

She glanced down at him. “Besides, you are…trained, are you not?”

He had been strong enough to carry Luke through Sunspear at night for hours, had held her as she lowered them down the castle walls, had guarded and protected them only to shrink away from the sea of all things in fear.

“Why are you being difficult?”, Aemond hissed, yanking his hand away.

She reached up and grabbed his arm.

“Because I refuse to abandon you!”

He scoffed and shook his head.

“You are not abandoning me. In any case, you are abandoning Luke, who will-”

“Oh shut up!”, she snapped at him, as loud as the night would allow. It was far too easy to see through his ploy, to guilt her into leaving him behind in order for Luke, to force her to make a choice she didn’t have to make in the first place.

“Shut up, Aemond!”, she hissed, the man in question looking baffled at her insolence. He deserved more than rudeness now, for his idiocy. “I can’t and I won’t, not after everything.”

She shook her head. “We’ll go back together, go home together. Like we said!”

She had repeated that mantra over and over as if to speak it into existence, and if she backtracked even slightly on her promise to the heavens, she feared they would yank it all from her grasp and send them all into damnation.

“Don’t do this to me, Aemond!”, she asked, her voice cracking under the strain.

Whether she had worn him down or whether her voice failing her that made Aemond fall silent, she did not know, but he was silent once more, glancing at his feet.

She could feel he was scared.

Reaching up, she barely brushed her hand against his cheek to look at her.

“We’ll be fine, Aemond!”, she promised him, reaching for his hand and pulling him to the edge. They would be fine. They would have to be.

She sat down on the edge, with him next to her, and the fact that he did nearly made her weep with relief.

“Your boots…they’ll weigh you down.”, she said.

For a dreadful moment she feared that this would change his mind but then he reached down, undid the clasps and slipped them off one by one.

Once they sank to the bottom, she pushed herself off of the edge and into the water. At this time of night, it was refreshingly cool. Her hand remained on the edge, waiting with baited breath.

Slowly, Aemond let himself slip into the water as well, inhaling sharply.

Instead of pushing herself off and beginning to swim at her pace, she waited for Aemond to begin.

After a nod from her, he began, with strong and steady breaststrokes, though not nearly as quick as she would have liked.

He was slow, but he swam, and that would have to be good enough.

She let him set the pace as she looked out into the night, searching for the occasional glimmer of light that would be their own little lighthouse.

Aemond tried desperately to remember every lesson he had ever had, to breathe in when he pulled his arms back, and out when he pushed them forward. Or had it been the other way?

He could not tell whether they had swam for but a moment, or half an eternity. All he felt was the tightness in his chest, the taste of salt on his lips and the stinging around his sapphire eye.

That was the waves doing that came, hitting the side of his face, making him gasp and cough for air.

How anyone would ever voluntarily do this, was beyond him. There was even a religion on the Iron Islands, where they worshipped the drowned god, leading all their priests out to see and holding them under until they were closer to death than life.

Aemond recalled the images he had seen of this deity, with a grey beard laced with seaweed, with shells and driftwood intertwined, looming under the sea and feasting on sailors who fell prey to the dangers of the sea, some by accident, some by vanity.

It was nearly pitch black, but Aemond could almost see the red eyes looking up from beneath the waves, as if to await him.

The thought spurred him on to swim faster, quicker, moving his legs and arms as much as he could in an attempt to just get on.

But the opposite was happening. It was as if he was stuck, frozen between the waves as his chest grew ever tighter, and his limbs ever heavier.

It was as if a weight had reached for him from below, pulling him down.

He thrashed to get it away from him as someone called his name, but Aemond did not know if that came from the heavens above or the Drowned God below.

While still kicking, he felt a touch on his arm and pulled away so forcefully, his head broke through the surface, his mouth filling with salt water.

He thrashed more, in an attempt to put distance between him and anything that was touching him, dragging him down, but the more he tried, the fewer the gasps of air became.

The salt burned in his eyes, on his hands, in the back of his throat, and when he tried to breathe, only water filled his mouth and Aemond knew he was drowning.

There was no longer a way to know where up was, not in this darkness. The skies were just as black as the pits of the sea and both had conspired to trap him forever.

Everything was dark, everything was a hell created just to torment him. And Aemond knew he deserved it. He deserved hell for killing the man tonight, and the fat one back in Dorne, for being a resentful son and a jealous brother, for tormenting her and causing her pain.

And this was a hell just for him.

Still, Aemond was still kicking, his arms flaring at everything and nothing until he found something his hands could coil around, something he could pull himself towards. Upwards, he realised as he used all his weight, upwards.

Breaking through the surface,, he gasped for air, only to realise he was sinking again.

Bubbles slipped past his lips, wasting precious air as he searched around blindly for what he had used to push him up, finding it once more, or something else, what mattered was he found something to brace himself against to reach the surface once more.

Something, anything - only Aemond knew there was nothing. Nothing to hold onto, nothing to pull himself up with, unless that something was her.

If I’m pushing myself up on her, I’m pushing her down, he realised. If I’m pulling myself to the surface using her, I’m drowning her in my stead.

He felt the all familiar heat of torment rise inside him, the kind that would make his skin burn, his chest tighten and his hands tremble, only this time he had no air to give.

I’m killing her, he thought. I’m drowning her. My hands are the ones that end her life.

Just like in his nightmares, only they weren’t nightmares, not anymore.

White dots began to appear in his vision, shining brightly against the darkness. They were familiar to him from frightful nights past and he forced himself to focus on them, as he felt his body grow heavier.

Don’t fight it, he told himself. Fighting means dragging her down with me.

At least, if it wasn't too late.

His body was aflame with desperation, wishing to fight until he had no more, to put up a heroic last stand against the elements, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, but at what cost?

No, he couldn’t…he wouldn’t…if it was the last thing he ever did, Aemond would not drag her down with him.

If he hadn’t been surrounded by nothing but water, Aemond Targaryen may have wept.

And maybe he did, for only when the droplets ran into his mouth past his parted lips, did he realise he could still breathe, despite the choking, wretched coughs that shook his whole body.

Though it was a fruitless effort in the water, his body attempted to keel over in an attempt to aid the pressure on his upper chest as he gagged and splattered.

Only then did he realise there was a hand on his jaw, holding it in a firm grip. And another on the back of his head.

Panic surged inside him until he realised the hands were neither pushing nor pulling him, just holding him.

And the hands were warm.

In a world of cold water and biting salt that tore at his lips, buried itself into the scar around his lost eye, while scorching his lungs, those hands were warm..

As he coughed, gushes of salt water ran down his chin and over the hands that held his head steady. And the coughing stayed even after the water subsided.

Yet the ache remained, but with more frequent breaths, despite his racing heartbeat, he felt his senses returning.

"I'm sorry.", He gasped, his throat aching with any attempt to speak.

Another wave of coughs came over him, making his chest seize up.

As soon as this fit subsided, he tried again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.", He mumbled.

"Can you hear me, Aemond?", She asked. "I need you to answer me, with words."

"Yes.", He said, the sound of her voice feeling as warm to him as her hands, although it too was breathless and strained.

"I've got you. It's alright. I've got you, you just have to stay still.", She assured him. "Relax your body, I've got you."

He tried, but he couldn't. His whole body was aching, and each splash of water against his face made the bubbling fear boil over.

"I've got you!", She assured him, and though he could not see her, he heard her voice, could feel her hands on his face, and hear her breaths.

They were as steady as if dictated to by a metron, and in the absence of her words, they were all he could rely on. And he did, awaiting their whispering sounds, counting them, and later, trying to sync his shaking breaths to it.

Only after a while did Aemond gather his senses to realise they were moving, or rather, she was moving them.

"I'm sorry.", He whispered again.

He didn't dare ask to be let go for fear he would slip from her grasp into the darkness beneath, but he had to help her.

With her hands holding him up, her legs were the ones doing all the work and once he thought on it, he could feel them kicking beneath him.

"I'm sorry.", He said again, trying to move his legs to help her.

"You're well, Aemond?", She asked. "Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you.", He assured her.

"We're nearly there. Were nearly there, Aemond.", she promised him.

The first time he saw the flicker of light he didn't trust his senses, remembering tales of shipwrecked sailors seeing ships come nearly daily, as their weakened minds sought to torment them.

But she seemed determined to follow or, and she was the one moving them both.

When her hand left the back of his head, icy fear crashed over him like an avalanche, only to realise she had reached for something that lay in the water, pulling the rope towards them.

"Can you keep yourself upright for a moment?", She asked. "Only a moment, then I can help you again. Just move your legs steadily!",

He tried, for her, but the absence of her warmth made his heart thunder so fiercely he feared it would rip from his chest.

In the darkness he could barely make out more than her silhouette as she reached around him, fastening the rope around his waist.

How she made the knot in the water, without view or vision, he did not know, but it held firm.

As his hands closed around the rope, he felt more relieved than ever to feel the rough fibre rub against his palm. To him there had never been a sweeter sting, for he could feel it was connected to something, and when he pulled at the rope, he could pull himself forward, inch by painful inch until he realised they were almost within touching distance of the hull of a ship.

Her hands brushed along its end until she found what she had been looking for.

"Here!", She told him, her voice slightly slurred as she guided his hand to the end of a rope ladder.

Aemond wanted nothing more than to finally feel anything beneath his feet than water, yearning for the stability of even the thinnest of woods, but something told him to still his haste.

"You first!", He told her, moving to the side slightly.

He was facing her dragon eye, white and amber even in the night, of the other though, he only caught a glimpse through her half hooded eye and that looked nearly completely white.

Her hands, that had tied the rope around his waist with such certainty, now fumbled to find a grip, any grip of their own.

But she pulled herself up ahead of him.

Aemond could feel her limbs trembling before him, and saw her hands slipping again and again.

T'was on the third or fourth step when her hands slipped once more, only this time her footing wasn't strong enough to catch her.

She crashed down into Aemond, who grunted at the impact, his hand twisting itself around the rope ladder to now hold both their weight as the other grabbed a fistful of her shirt, pulling her up only so much as to trap her between the ship and his body to keep her from falling.

At the best of times it would have been an easy thing to carry her, but these were far from the best of times and he wasn't even sure he had enough strength to pull himself up the ship, let alone her too.

"Luke!", He called upward into the darkness. "You have to help her!"

The sight of his nephew appearing on the side of the ship nearly brought him to tears.

"Get her up!", Aemond pleaded, pushing her up as much as he was still able to.

Her body was limp and trembling, and he wasn't even sure she was able to hear him.

Once he could, Luke grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up out of his sight.

Aemond leaned his head against the ship, taking a few breaths.

He was beyond exhausted, but he couldn't rest just yet. A few more steps, that was all it was, but just slipping off into slumber was so tempting it took all his will to grit his teeth and pull himself up step by agonising step.

When he finally felt his hands on the edges he pulled himself up and let his drained body tip over, hitting the deck in a thump.

But it was the deck, and that was all that mattered.

There he lay as he had fallen, for a handful of heartbeats of maybe a hundred more. It was the feeling of movement to his side that made him look.

He had held her for but a moment, but she had held him for Gods know how long, and she was smaller than he was, and frailer, so much frailer.

Every muscle and bone screamed in protest as he pushed himself up, stumbling over to where Luke had laid her on her back.

"To her side.", He mumbled, his knee hitting the deck. "It'll help her breathe."

He had learned from his hours in the training yard, from pushing his body well beyond the suitable, to the point of aching limbs and restless stomachs.

She would get worse if they didn't steady her properly.

He angled her knee, and her arm as he brought her to lie on her side, placing his head under the side of hers so it would lie on the hard floor.

With the other he reached for her neck, feeling the rapid and racing pulsing of her heart.

"I'm sorry.", He whispered again

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Take Your Time: Chapter 6

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Fem!OC (Jana Fernandez)

Take Your Time Masterlist

Summary: Beginning with a flashback to when they first hooked up, after meeting with Benny's new girlfriend, Jana and Frankie decide that it's time.

Warnings: Ableist comments, racist comments, (it does not go well with Benny's new girlfriend lol), past bullying, Benny Miller's high school experience (this is always a fucking warning), SMUT PIV sex, fingering, orgasm denial, sloppy blowjob, squirting

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“Just once, to get it out of our systems” Jana insisted in a tangle of limbs as she fell to the bed.

“Uh huh” Frankie was too busy pressing hot, wet kisses into her neck.

“This can’t become a regular thing, Frankie”

“Sure, sure” He tugged her braids back gently to open her throat for more access.

“I’m gettin out in a few months, and I’m not sticking around Georgia, for godsake.”

Frankie pushed her tank top over her. “Yep”

“And I’m not moving to Kansas for a man I met this week, Francisco” She reached for the buckle of his jeans, but he swatted her hands away.

“Yeah, I heard you yesterday” he slide off his own pants, lowering his mouth to the swell of her breasts above her sports bra.

“I’m going to college, Frankie. I’m not going to have time for a boyfriend” Jana sat up, reaching behind herself to undo her bra, but Frankie pushed her back down, undoing it with one hand.

“So you’ve said, a few times.”

“I can’t be distracted by sex”

“That’s what you told me three days ago, and yet you’re the one dragging me into Santi’s room.” Frankie’s mouth lowered to take each one of her peaks in his mouth, devouring her sweet skin.

“Because I need to get you out of my system! One and done”

“Yup, In n Out. Cum and Go. I heard you”

“Really, because you’re touching me like you want me to come back, and my pants aren’t even off yet.” She reached to slide her sweats off, but before she could blink, her hip was pinned to the shitty lumpy mattress, both of her hands were gathered in one above her head, and Frankie’s large, brown eyes inches away from her. They held an intensity, and inquisitiveness to figure her out, but at the same time, like he already knew her. She wasn’t a guarded person by any means; she was bluntly honest, she said what she meant and did what she said, but Frankie saw deeper than she let on.

“You like control, don’t you?” He asked, voice low and dark as he held her tight. “You like having a plan, knowing what’s next, taking charge. And you’re good at it, I’ve seen it. No one can stand her own against Santiago and those guys like you.” His tone had a slight tease to it as he cocked his head to the side. “Do you tend to take the lead during sex?”

Jana had never felt the need or desire to submit to any man. Her parents had instilled a confidence in her at an early age not to put up with bullshit… but this was not bullshit. This was Frankie.

She looked up at him, wide eyes. “Generally, yeah”

“Hm” He nodded, like he expected her to say that, his left hand releasing pressure from her hips and sliding under her sweats and underwear. “Now, I wonder, is that because you like it, or…” Two rough fingers felt all around her, wet center, and quickly found her clit without a second thought, a rarity to Jana considering the men her age. She felt her body jolt with pleasure at his skill, heat warming her skin. “Or is it because those boys don’t know how to take care of a woman?”

Jana, known for her smart mouth, was quickly losing her words as he expertly circled her sensitive bud, his mouth taking hers in an all-consuming kiss, biting her lip and pulling it back.

He continued, kissing her, his breath hot against her ear. “I wanna ruin you, Jana. I want make it so that every selfish lover in the military, every boy you fuck in college, and every hook up from now on, you think of me, you think of my mouth, my hands, and my cock. Can I do that? Can I take care of you, mamacita?”

“Yes, yes Francisco, please” Jana panted, squirming at his touch picking up pace, fuck he hadn’t even tasted her yet, none the less fucked her and she was already a mess, far most vulnerable than she had been with others. Frankie was far from the first person to see her naked; this was a different vulnerability.

“Then I need you to give in to me. Let go. I’ll take care of everything.” A deep, loving kiss on the mouth that blew kisses she had with actual boyfriends out of the water. “I’ll take care of you.”

She took a deep breath in. “Okay” Jana breathed out, sinking into the mattress as Frankie slipped two fingers inside her, a salacious moan escaped her mouth as she did as she was told. She let go, she gave in to Fransico Morales, a man she had only met this week and trusted with everything, and knew that this could never be a one time thing.

“Be out in a sec, Pope” Frankie called to Santi and Laci from his room where he was changing Rosie and Jana was putting laundry away. Hearing the footsteps walk to the room he was in, Santi knocked, and Frankie called him in.

“Hey man” Santi said, walking in. “Heya Jana” He had a distinctly worried look on his face.

“Hey, whats up?” Frankie asked, sliding a fresh pull up on Rosie and beginning to dress her.

Jana turned to the boys “Do you want me to step out, Santi?”

“No, wanted to talk to you both real quick while Laci’s cooking” Santi stuffed his hands in his pockets. “She’s really nervous about tonight going well… she’s not talking”

When Laci first came into their lives, she didn’t talk hardly at all, and even as she adjusted, she was prone to non-verbal episodes if things got very stressful. However, this hadn’t happened in a long time, Laci having made a lot of progress with therapy and always having Santi, Benny or Jana by her side, so this was a little unusual.

Frankie held Rosies hands as he jumped on her changing table. “Damn, how long’s it been since that happened?”

“Couple months, at least. I think the last time was when the car in our neighborhood backfired and it sounded like a gun. I can’t even remember the last time she went quiet just from nerves.” He turned back to glance at her through the door where she was prepping food for the dinner party. Frankie wanted to host, as usual, the whole gathering was his idea, but Laci loved to cook (and was good at it).

“Must be a pretty big deal” Frankie commented. He nodded Santi over to Rosie’s dresser. “Wanna pick out her outfit?”

Santi smiled at this, going over and sifting through his niece's clothes and pulling out a pink dress and blue pants. Santi knew nothing about matching clothes, but Frankie indulged him.

Frankie helped Rosie get dressed. “One leg up, good job! Next leg, good job! Aaaaarrrmmms up!” He slide the dress over her and tickled her belly before scooping her up and setting her down.

Rosie toddled right or to her uncle. “Tio!!!”

Santi lit up as he picked her up. “Good job mija!” He peaked out the door to Laci “Munequita! She just said tio!!! She knows my name!” He grinned, and Laci beamed back, bouncing excitedly. She signed ‘I love you’ and blew them a kiss. Santi signed back to her and walked back into Rosie’s room, his smile flattering as he turned to Jana. “She wasn’t this nervous about meeting you. She was quiet, but not non verbal… she even had a bit of a scare that day.”

Jana shrugged. “It’s different with Ben.”

Tonight's occasion was meeting Benny’s new girlfriend. They had been, from what Santi understood, talking for a while, about a year, but kept putting off dating or briefly getting together and breaking up for one reason or another. As far as Will knew, however, it was new. Santi was sure that would end terribly, Will was a control freak, especially over his little brother. It came from a good place, but Benny still tried to hide things.

“But why?”

“Because Benny has a girlfriend now, and if you’re a girl, sometimes your boyfriend having girl friends can be a concern. I know damn well you were jealous of Benny.”

She had him there. “Yeah, but we weren’t together back then, I know her and Ben are just friends, and she’d never do something like that.”

“But,” Frankie jumped in. “That’s because you know and trust her and Benny. Laci wants this to go well because Benny is her best friend, and she doesn’t want to lose him. If the girlfriend likes her, nothing has to change. Except maybe when they sleep together on the pull out couch watching horror movies.”

Santi laughed a bit. He knew it was a bit unusual to walk out of your room to find your girlfriend asleep with another man, but she and Ben were innocent. “Well, nothing should change. Laci should be able to keep her best friend even if she doesn’t like her.” Santi bristled a bit. “Besides, Ben’s bisexual. If she has a problem with him being alone with Lace, she should have a problem with him being alone with us.”

Jana couldn’t help but agree. “I know that and you know that, but we live in central Florida. Not the most progressive state. We only make national news for Ron DeSantis and ‘The Florida Man’”

Holding up his hands, Frankie settled them. “Okay guys, you are putting a lot of assumptions on a girl we know nothing about. I know it always throws us off when someone know is introduced into this group of strangely close weirdos, but lets give her the benefit of the doubt. Besides, it’s Laci. Who doesn’t like Laci?”

At that, Santi’s face split into a proud smile, his lip curling just a little bit. “Yeah, she’s perfect, huh?”

“Go, lover boy, and take the munchkin. We’re gonna be straightening Jana’s hair.”

Frankie tided up and sanitized the changing station, then went to his room with Jana and her hair products. Nothing official had happened, she hadn’t stayed the night yet and they hadn’t kissed. Patience, they had said. Something they had never had much of.

Laci was finishing up her meal with Santi close by, damn near hovering over his silent girlfriend as Will talked, mostly to himself while Jana and Frankie finished getting themselves and Rosie ready.

“I don’t know why this has to be all secret, what’s he hiding?” Will grumbled.

No one replied, Santi too busy following Laci like a lost puppy, ‘Here baby, let me get that for you, I can cut that, let me set the table, do you need anything to drink, amor?’

“Oh jesus christ Santi, she’s not five” Will snapped.

An irritated Santi snapped back. “And neither is Ben, he doesn’t need to tell you everything”

Equally irritated, Will continues escalating. “And Laci can cut a goddamn red pepper without you holding her hand.”

Laci turned around and waved her hands at both of them, then signed. ‘Both of you, stop’

They both muttered sorry, and Laci signed that it was okay, instructing Santi to set the table and Will to mix the lemonade, until they heard the door open.

Benny walked in, blonde hair grown out longer and shaggy, wearing a dark gray t-shirt fitted nicely to his toned body and grinning while he held the hand of his new girlfriend. She had very long, sandy brown hair that reached to her waist and softly curled, freckled skin and green eyes. Compared to Benny, she looked short, but she was 5’5; average. Santi noticed Will tense up; Will realized why Benny was secretive.

“Oh, hey Alice” Will said, a little lacking in excitement to meet his precious brother's first partner in years. “Been a long time.”

Santi looked back and forth between them; he didn’t recognize the girl, so she couldn’t have been anyone from their circles since they had all followed the Millers to the small town. “You know each other?”

“Yeah. She was in my grade.”

“Ah, I see” Santi realized Will must know some backstory he wasn’t privy too. Yet.

Benny looked nervous but moved to introductions. “Well you know Will, so Alice, this is Santiago Garcia,” Santi moved around the table to extend his hand to Benny’s girlfriend. “Santiago, this is Alice Mcartney”

Santi smiled, wanting to ease the tension between the brothers for Laci and Benny’s sake. Will had gone quiet in a way he didn’t do much. Will was a gentle spirit at heart, and sometimes could be hard to read when pushing his feelings down. Santi shook her hand. “You can call me Santi, and this,” Santi motioned over a nervous Laci, “is Miss Lacina Dumas” He gave her a soft kiss on her forehead, on the scar she hated so much. “My beautiful girlfriend.”

Laci shook her hand, the signed, looking towards Santi to communicate.

Santi watched her, then turned to Alice, “she says it’s nice to meet you, and she hopes you can be friends.”

Alice looked confused, looking to Ben. “Is she deaf?”

Santi didn’t like how she talked about Laci like she wasn’t right in front of her, and he looked to Benny as well as Will chimed in. “You didn’t explain anything to her?”

Benny looked guilty. “I’m sorry! She hasn’t needed to sign for a while, I didn’t think about it!”

“I texted you about it”

“I didn’t see! Laci, I’m sorry” Ben looked genuinely guilty, and Santi wondered where the fuck Frankie was with his ability to keep the boys at bay.

“Okay, okay.” Santi stepped in, noting how Will’s defensive and irritated tone was close to how he acted around Laci the first week she entered their lives. “Alice, Laci isn’t deaf, but sometimes when she’s nervous, she can’t talk, or talks less.”

“She autistic?”

Will groaned. “Jesus Alice, you havn’t changed at all since high school”

“Will, come on” Benny spoke, but he went unnoticed.

Alice glared at him. “I’m not the one that piqued in high school, Miller.”

“Guys!” Instinctively, Santi moved his tense and obviously flustered girlfriend away from Alice and Will’s argument. “No, she’s not autistic” Santi’s arm was tight around the tiny blonde girl. “Non-verbal moments are just a part of our life, so she and I learned some sign language to communicate. Can we just start over? We got a nice meal planned.”

Alice sighed, but smile kindly at Laci, and Santi thought maybe she just has a tendency to put her foot in her mouth. “Right, sorry Laci. Ben’s told me a lot about you, and everyone else, and I’m really excited to meet you all. He said you’re a really good cook.”

Laci beamed at that, and smiled at Benny, who took her hand. “C’mon honey, show me what you made.”

Santi glanced at Will, and the look Will gave told Santi he’d be filled in later.

Just then, little Rosie came running in, making grabby hands at her uncle Benny until he happily picked her up “Shit! Shit!” she shouted, and Benny quickly tried to silence her.

Jana walked in, hair straightened today and in a olive green jumper that complimented her cololoring, and accentuated her hips. “Benjamin, are you teaching my daughter swear words?”

“No!” He defended himself, turning to Laci who was glaring at him with crossed arms. Laci had a rule about swearing around Rosie that she was far more strict about than Rosie’s actual parents. “It wasn’t me!”

Jana didn’t believe him for a second, but turned and smiled at Alice. “Hi, I’m Jana, you must be Benny’s girlfriend?”

Alice smiled, shaking her hand. “Yeah, I’m Alice, it’s nice to meet you. Is Rosie your step daughter?” Instantly, Jana felt on guard .

“Um… no, Rosa is my daughter.”

“Oh. Is her dad not in the picture then?”

“Alice-” Benny tried to step in, but Jana had her locked down.

“No, hon, Frankie is her father”

Frankie walked out of his room, smiling broadly; sobriety and family life suited him well. “You guys talking bout me?” When he noticed the tension in the room, he wrapped an arm around Jana’s waist, resting a hand on her hip as Jana took Rosie from Ben’s arms. Frankie turned to Jana, still smiling but concerned. “What's going on, Mama?”

Jana nodded to Alice. “Alice here doesn’t think Rosie is my daughter”

“I didn’t say that!” She insisted. “I just mean- ugh, don’t make me out to be the bad guy, but if hispanic and white doesn’t make a black baby!”

Will smacked his head. “You think Frankie’s white?”

Jana almost snapped, but when she saw Laci, the poor girl who was so nervous for today she couldn’t talk. Laci wouldn’t tell her what to do or ever ask her, Frankie, or Santi to be quiet about things to do with race, but for the sake of Laci, she let it go. Jana sighed. “Okay, okay, to be fair, my hair is straightened and in winter, Frankie does lose a lot of his color, so let's start over. I’m mixed, I’m Ethiopian on my dads side, Cuban on my moms, and Frankie,” Jana introduced Frankie as he smiled softly and shook Alice’s hand. “Is Cuban”

“Rosie is our daughter.” Frankie finished.

Alice nodded, “And Jana is your…”

Frankie turned to Jana. They hadn’t really put a label on it yet. Jana had said she wanted to wait, wait until Frankie got better, until they were both ready to try again… she was with him every day this last month, practically lived with him save for over night, and she knew he was waiting on her to say she was ready again.

And she was.

“Frankie is my boyfriend” Jana said the words for the first time in two years, and was proud of it.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” A loud squeal came from Laci as she jumped, then ran over to hug her friends and their baby. “YOU’RE BACK TOGETHER!!!”

Frankie laughed, gladly accepting the hug as Benny, Will and Santi all came round to slap him on the back and hug him, congratulating him, and welcoming Jana back.

The rest of the dinner went pretty well, but not amazing. Now that Laci was comfortable enough to talk enough, with a bit of help from Santi here and there, Laci happily announced that the shelter she was volunteering at offered her a paid position in the childcare department. Laci had a bachelors degree in psychology, so she was a good fit for the part time position. She also said she would be taking some online classes for a few more Early Childcare Education credits, and would be getting a certificate in early childcare education, with the hopes of slow adjusting to a full time position. The shelter was very understanding of Laci’s position and needed accommodations, and were helping her do this at her pace, but she was well liked, and they wanted to keep her.

Again, nothing bad happened at diner, and Laci did get Alice to talk, but Alice didn’t seem to mesh with the group yet. Frankie figured that was pretty understandable. Jana met Santi first, and although she didn’t know Will super well in the military, they were stationed in Georgia with Santi for a few years, and so she knew him before Frankie did. By the time Jana met Benny, Benny was more nervous than anything to meet Santi, who was Will’s friend, and Jana, who was Frankie’s girlfriend by that point. When Laci came into their lives, it was under unusual circumstances to be sure. Santi, Frankie, Benny and Will had saved her from a horrible situation, the reason she had non verbal episodes. Laci had to trust Santi, there was no other choice. She trusted Ben as well, speaking to him before anyone else got a word out of her. Frankie she slowly warmed up to, but Will was the only one who caused a problem. Will had a tendency to push everything down, and when it came up, it came onto the nearest target; at the time, it was Laci. The two made up, as Will very quickly felt shitty about being a dick to a traumatized girl, and the pair were now good friends.

This is evidenced by the fact the 6’2 giant of a man with his arms wrapped around the 5’ girl, picking her up off the ground while she laughed and struggled to get out.

“Let me go!” She giggled.

“No until I’m done!” Santi instructed Will as he loaded the dishes in the dishwasher. Laci had cooked everything, and was attempting to do the dishes as well, but Will was holding her back as Santi did them.

Jana and Frankie, although hosting, were happy to let the couple argue about who gets to do the dishes, so they didn’t have to worry about it for once. Benny and Alice had left, and after the dishes were done, Santi turned to Will. “You gonna tell me what that was about?”

“What was what about?” Frankie asked, fidgeting with his flannel sleeve covering his wrist scars. It was beginning to get warm, and he was going to have to rethink his clothing and how to cover up the two deep scars on his inner wrist.

Santi explained the scene that happened before Frankie finished straightening Jana’s hair.

“I don’t like her” Jana stated the obvious.

“Oh come on.” Laci, ever the optimist, defended her best friend's girlfriend. “She just doesn’t have a filter”

Santi didn’t take kindly to people being rude to his girl. “Sweetheart, she asked if you were autistic.”

“There's nothing wrong with being autistic, Santiago.”

“I know! But she talked about you like you weren’t there, and she shouldn’t just ask if you’re autistic in the first minute meeting you”

Laci couldn’t help assuming the best. Laci was scared and distrusting of the world around her, but she trusted her friends, and she trusted their judgment. If Benny loved her, she’d see the best. “Maybe she was just asking so she’d know how to better accommodate me if I was?”

Will stepped in at that. “She wasn’t”

Everyone turned to where Will stood, leaned against the stove with his arms crossed.

“Yeah, I can't help but agree with Santito, and I don’t say that a lot” Jana said, shooting a smile at Santi, who smiled back.

Will continued. “Alice used to bully Ben.”

Lacina was suddenly less forgiving to Alice. “What? What would anyone possibly bully Benny for?”

Will couldn’t help the small smile on his face, despite his irritation and concern. Laci was fiercely defensive of Benny. “Freshmen and sophomore year, Ben was pretty short, super gawky, just kinda awkward. Middle school was pretty bad, especially after I went to high school, but Alice was in my class. She was a real fucking bitch to him, calling him stupid, calling him fat, gay, all that. This was before he came out, years before, back when you still got beat up for being gay real regularly where we lived. I tried to protect him…” Will’s face shifted, his smile from before long gone. “He wouldn’t really tell me what was going on. Ben shot up in height his junior year, went from wrestling to football, and got really damn strong, everyone backed off, except Alice. She was still incredibly mean to him, because she knew he wouldn’t hit her the way he hit back the guys. She got held back so after I graduated and joined the army, Ben was left to deal with it alone…” Will looked guilty, and Frankie knew Will had guilt for leaving Ben during that time. “Senior year he got a pretty devisting… um, I guess you can call it a break up…”

“Ben said he didn’t date in high school” Laci questioned.

“He didn’t really. I shouldn’t really go into it, it’s not my business… but his name was Cameron, if you can guess how that might have complicated things in 2002.”

Frankie had heard vague references to Cameron here and there, mostly in the context of Benny saying the name to Will but Benny’s secrecy behind it and obvious discomfort made it obvious that no one should pry. Benny never elaborated, and everyone left it alone.

Will continued. “Alice was held back a year, so she had a few classes with him that year, which made things much worse, she ever let up on him. That was when he started doing drugs and drinking heavily. He didn’t tell me what was going on until I was visiting for Christmas and his drunk rambling got it out. I don’t know why he’s dating her”

Frankie crossed him arms, concerned for his friend. Benny was an incredibly kind and loyal friend, but had an inability to make good choices for himself. That’s what Will was for. “Honestly. He could just just about anyone in town, and he had to choice the girl who made his life hell?”

“Can you talk to him about it?” Jana asked.

Will laughed a bit. “Oh yeah, I’ll be talking to him about it.”

“Be nice” Laci begged him.

“Being nice is your thing. Sometimes he needs a little tough love.”

Laci and Will helped clean up the rest of the dining room and kitchen before Will headed out, Frankie noted the tension in Will’s body when Will hugged him. Frankie knew how much Will worried for his baby brother constantly.

Santi said goodbye, hugging Jana and welcoming her back. Santi told Laci he’d be outside the door, and Laci pull Frankie aside to the living room. “I got you something” Laci reached into her purse.

“For me?” Frankie loved giving gifts, but never expressed wishing he got more; Laci also loved giving gifts, making the a perfect friendship pair.

“Here” Laci pulled out a thick leather bracelet, motioning for his hand and speaking quietly. “I want you to know you absolutely have nothing to be ashamed of with the scars, and if you want to stop covering them,I support you… but I also know it’s hard. I still cover the one on my forehead.” Laci tucked one of the long bangs behind her large ears, showing the scar that cut deep into her hair that she always tried to hide. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be comfortable showing it.” She put on the bracelet for Frankie, small hands adjusting it to his large wrists. “I thought with summer coming, this would be better than long-“ Laci was interrupted by a tight hug, the nearly foot difference and difference in size between the two manifested in an all consuming hug, his broad body nearly covering her completely.

“Thank you, manita, I love you.” And he meant it.

Jana watched from the other room, smiling, loving how her boyfriend and her friend connected. He loved them all, they all had a special place in his heart and different ways they helped. From Will’s no-nonsense, to Santi’s intense love, to Benny’s contagious joy, but Laci seemed to understand him in a special sense. Ben and Jana both had addictions, but Frankie and Laci were more alike than they initially thought. They were both incredibly loving, and were more social than Frankie might admit. Neither were the most talkative, but Jana thought both’s love languages was quality time and gift giving. Both had been so lonely, and in finding this found family, found a home in their community. Their connection required little talking; simply an understanding.

After Laci left, Santi waiting outside right by the door with a smile to hold her hand, Frankie walked up behind Jana and wrapped his arms around her. “Did you mean what you said? We’re back together?” He asked, nuzzling his face in her hair. He wasn’t used to her hair being straightened, he was used to the curls tickling his face.

She turned around, a soft smile on his face, holding him. “Yeah, baby, if that’s what you want.”

He practically melted in her arms. “I want nothing more than our family back together.” Frankie cupped Jana’s face, brown eyes sparkling with love and admiration. “Can I kiss you?”

She leaned into his touch. “Always, mi cielo, always”

And he did. After about two years apart, Franisco Morales once again kissed the love of his life. He pulled her in to dance, their lips and tongues familiarizing with each other as they swayed in the kitchen, and Jana swore she had never felt anything more right. Her beloved was in her arms again, sober, their beautiful daughter was fast asleep in her room, growing up healthy and happy, their friends had just been over… everything just felt right.

But there was something else she had been wanting, something she desperately craved the last few years, something so fucking good she would’ve gone back to Frankie during the worst of it if she wasn’t so fucking stubborn.

“Frankie…” Jana moaned as Fransisco kissed her neck, and she pressed her body up against him. “Want you.” then added quickly. “If you’re ready.”

“Always ready for you, mi vida, always” He mimicked her words back to her, and stopped fighting the erection in his pants. Frankie picked her up and Jana wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him as he he carried to the couch, laying her down carefully despite the desperate kisses he gave.

“Mmmmhmmm Francisco”

Frankie laid beside her, holding her close as he touched everywhere he could, teasing her.

“Do you like that, amor?”

“F-Frankie” She writhed in his grasp. He loved how he could make the most articulate woman he knew stutter on her words. “I-I needmmm” Any attempts at speaking her drowned out by the sounds of pleasure as Frankie groped her ample breasts, her ass, her stomach….

“What do you need, Jana, can you use your words?” But he gave her no such chance,unbuttoning her jumpsuit so he could suck on her nipples, marking up her breasts in dark hickies.

After a few useless attempts at talking, Jana grabbed his hand, trying to place it between her legs, but he was much stronger than her, pulling back. “Behave” He warned, but gave her what she wanted, massaging her mound over the olive green clothes. Jana wasn't an insecure person by any means, but her body had changed since having Rosie and breastfeeding, and Frankie made sure she never had a chance to doubt his adoration for the parts of her that changed. If anything he adored more than ever her breasts that sagged, the stretch marks, the c-sections scar, all the things that brought life to their child. “Fuck, I’ve missed your body, fuck.” He growled, his hot, wet mouth latching onto Jana’s nipples, lavaciously devouring her.

“Hm” She smiled, rolling her body into his touch. “And here I thought you liked my personality. My dad was right, men only want one things” Jana playfully chided.

For all his bravado in the bedroom, Frankie had to drop his tough act, actively cringing and he hid his face in her breasts, groaning but smiling all the same. “Babe, you cannot be mentioning your dad when I’m about to fuck you senseless.”

She laughed along. Frankie was the love of her life, and as much as she loved having sex with him, she loved having a man who could fix a car, and she loved that Rosie’s dad was back, at their core, they were friends, and she had fun with him. “Fuck me, you say??” She gasps with feigned shock, hand on her exposed chest. “SENSELESS, YOU SAY!”

Frankie cuts off her teasing with a searing kiss, and she melts right back into place, right where he likes her, the taste of his tongue bringing back memory after memory of that same tongue inside her. He made quick work of stripping her of the jumpsuit and black underwear, taking off his own shirt to at least even the playing field a little bit. Feeling the wetness between her legs growing slowly, Frankie knew better than to push it. Jana had never been one to get very wet, no matter how turned on he made her, and he learned to not take it as a personal affront, just her body doing what it does.

“Do you remember what I said to you, the day we fucked on Santi’s bed?” Breath hot in her ear, Frankie’s hard erection pressed up against her bare thight.

“Mmmm” Jana’s tone was teasing, but she was panting and breathy, the rise and fall of her chest steady and deep. “You said quite a few things, if I remember correctly. Including but not limited to ‘If you tell Santi I’m never speaking to you again.’”

“Yeah, well, apparently that was a lie, because you did-”

“I had to, he was getting on my nerves!”

“And yet, it’s been what, 15 years later-

“You can’t be mentioning Santi during sex I’ll dry up like the Sahara”

“I’m not the one who had my tongue down his throat, mamacita” He never stopped kissing her neck.

“Oh you wish you had your tongue down his throat”

“No, that’s Ben, but nice try”

“Weren’t you going somewhere with this?”

“Oh yeah. I told you-”

“In Santi’s bed.”

“In Santi’s bed,” he groaned out, frustrated with her bratty mouth. How did he get her into subspace back in the day? He slapped her cunt, making her cry out, and he watched as her eyes glazed over, sinking into the couch as she looked at him adoringly. There it was. “Now, keep that pretty little mouth quiet for me, okay? I’ll put it to use in a moment.” He kisses her tenderly, continuing to circle her clit and play with her pussy lips, knowing not to finger her until she was ready. “I told you I wanted to ruin you, make it so that no one could ever fuck you right again.”

When she spoke now, the lip, the bite, the attitude was gone. Nothing but love. “You did, I swear you did, not one’s ever felt like you, Francisco, no one’s ever been close.”

Smiling against her skin, Frankie turned away to not give up his rough demeanor. “Good.” His long fingers were all slicked up in her, and he growled in her ear. “Now, I want you to tell me how many men have fucked you since me.”

The tiniest glint of mischief was in her eyes, he could never make her completely submit to him, and he’d never want to make her. He loved the things that made her uniquely… Jana. “Bit heteronormative there, aren’t you, Catfish?”

“Oh!” He pretended to be embarrassed, fake apologizing. “Lo siento, hermosa, how many people have been inside you.” he emphasized the last two words by sliding two long, thick fingers inside her pussy.

“Aaahh!” Jana cried out in pleasure, back arching off the couch as he finger blasted her.

“cuántas personas?”

She written at the aggressive penetration. “Seis! Cuatro hombres y dos mujeres!”

“Hm” was his non committal, answer, an odd contrast to the rate his fingers fucked her. He didn’t want to shame her for sleeping with other people, but he did feel possessive of his precious girlfriend.

Frankie dropped his head to her shoulder, and with it his act, just enough to check in. “Dame un color, mi preciosa chica?”

“Verde, verdeverdeverdeverde vete a la mierda!” She was getting close, always responding well to a vigorous speed after a good amount of build up, but he pulled his fingers out suddenly, making her whine.

“Shhhh, sh sh sh…” He held her shaking body, stroking her as she came down from her near-high.

“Asshole” Jana muttered with no real spite.

Frankie gripped her chin, forcing her face to his. “That’s for mouthing off earlier. Watch your fucking attitude and I’ll see if I let you cum tonight”

They both knew damn well she’d cum tonight, he’d never, ever deny her, but when she’d cum was the question. She nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Frankie.

“Words, mama, use your words.”

Though her jaw did not have much room to move, she gritted out “Yes sir” And Frankie was satisfied, reinserting his fingers in her again.

Francisco teased Jana 3 more times before pulling his fingers out quickly, teasing her about how that was a close one while she practically sobbed. Shucking off his pants, he walked the the of the couch and with strong arms, pulled Jana’s near limp body so that her head hung back over the armrest. “A little too close last time, don’t you think?” He was still in his boxers, rubbing his clothed cock in her face as he spoke, hands on her shoulders. “Tell you what, mama, use your fingers, and if you can get yourself there while I use your mouth, you can cum, bien?”

A panting, sweating Jana replied. “Si, papi”

Taking off his boxers, he smiled at the way Jana’s mouth automatically opened up for him, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He didn’t take long to slide his cock inside; he knew what she could take. “Fuck, fuck I’ve missed this mouth…”

She relaxed her throat and he slide down her, his cock bulging inside her as her fucked her mouth like he would he pussy latter that night. To him, he had the best view in the house. Jana’s plush lips around his cock that protruded from her wet throat, every dip and curve and pudge on her perfect body on display for while while she touched herself.

“Fuck, your fucking perfect, I fucking love you.” He mumbled before pulling himself off her.

Despite her desperately attempting to gain her breath, she still sputtered out a sloppy “Love you, Francisco”

As he shoved his cock back inside, he took that hand that wasn’t playing with herself and placed it on his thigh. She knew to squeeze twice if she needed to breathe. Every gluck, gluck, gluck from her throat spurred him on more, only stopping when she squeezed or he thought she was pushing herself too far. He loved this, he loved her, he loved her fucking mouth whether it was wrapped around his cock, showing their daughter with love, telling of some shithead or bickering with Santi, he loved to watch it go.

When he saw her stomach contracting, he figured she was close, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He had a specific goal in mind for tonight, and that required edging her into oblivion. He pulled out and as he stroked himself, Frankie dragged his balls over her pretty face, slathering the spit and make up that began running all over her face. He made a mental note to help her wash her hair tomorrow. It was only fair.

Frankie saw her fingers picking up pace, no doubt trying to cum, but he reached over and grabbed her hand sharply. “Aht, aht, aht” Teasing, he held both hands tight as he walked around, kneeling before her. “I’m not done with you yet.” As he ran his fingers up and down the length of her body, appreciating every inch given, he offered her a choice. “¿Quieres mi boca o mi polla?” He asked as he took his discarded shirt and cleaned up her face, carefully running the cloth under her eyes to clear up the make up. He loved how she looked all messy, but he knew it wasn’t a comfortable feeling and especially didn’t want anything to cause an eye infection.

“I can’t take any more teasing, Frankie” Jana pleased for him.

“Ooh, baby” Cooing, Frankie touched her face. “I’ll let you cum either way, okay? Just tell me how you want to?”

She didn’t need to even think. “Wanna cum on your cock” Nothing in the fucking world felt better than cumming on his cock. Except maybe his mouth. Or his fingers. Or when he praised her. Or when he massaged her back with those pilots fingers that knew exactly what they were doing. Winning and argument against Santi was a close second.

“My cock it is, bebita. Are you ready for me?” He asked, for explicit consent but also for physical comfort.

“Yes! Jesus FUCKING christ just- ah!” She was cut off as he began to push into her.

“Such naughty words from such a pretty mouth”

But when Jana hissed in pain and scrambled back, Frankie froze, dropping all pretense. “What’s wrong baby? What do you need?”

“Fuck” she mumbled, just a little embaressed. “Sorry, I was wet enough, but I kinda lost it with my fingers.”

Quickly, Frankies hand cupped her face. “Don’t be sorry, mi amor.” Frankie kissed her tenderly before asking. “I have lube in my room if you want to keep going, or we-”

Jana gripped his shoulder with a force, her wide brown eyes intense. “Francisco Maximiliano Morales Gonzalez, don’t you fucking dare.”

He didn’t

Frankie carried Jana into the bedroom, pulling out his lube and lathering her up nice and good before manhandling her to her hands and knees.

Moments later, after waiting too fucking long, Frankie was fucking the love of his life once again, her arms going weak.

“Fuck! Frankiiiieee, harder, I can take it.”

From where he knelt, he wrapped up a fistfull of her long, now-straightened hair and yanked it back, giving her perfect ass a nice slap.

“Frankie'' Jana panted. “You're holding back.”

It wasn’t that they never had a slow or medium pace before, but this was definitely not the extent of what a usual night between them entailed. No bondage, no leather whips, no handcuffs or bruising impact, all the things they loved.

Folding his body over hers. Frankie found her mouth for a kiss. “It’s been two years, I don’t wanna do something you changed your mind on.”

“I haven't changed my mind on anything, not with you.” She kissed him back lovingly.

Burying his face in her hair and relishing the familiar scent of coconut oil, he whispered. “Let me just take care of you tonight, we can discuss parameters in the morning”

She smiled at that. “Okay, Francisco.”

She was so fucking warm inside, he wanted to stay burried in her cunt forever, he wanted to fall asleep inside her, he wanted to be consumed by her essense and protected by the softness she was and the her fierce nature to keep the evil outside at bay. Safe with her, trusted, loved.

He came inside, knowing she had an implant, and when he finally allowed her to cum, a gush of liquid spurted out of her; Frankie’s end goal. She couldn’t always get fully lubricated, and that was perfectly fine with him, but sometimes if he edged her juuuussssttt enough…. He could make her squirt.

Jana felt her release rush out of her, she knew what was happening and she knew as soon as she collapsed on the the bedsheets, Frankie would drop to his stomach to lick it all up.

Each flick of his tongue, every press of his lips, every scratch of his mustache, every suck, nibble and kiss from her clit to her asscrack a he cleaned her brought a small, a final, weak orgasm out, and although Frankie be happy and content to stay with his face buried in her forever, all she had to do was wiggle slightly uncomfortably from the over stimulation, and he was out. Pulling the soiled comforter off the bed, Frankie gathered a few items. The silk pillowcase for her hair, a few clean blankets, and a warm washcloth to actually clean her with.

Cuddled up together, they did the necessary check in’s. ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘was there anything you didn’t like?’ ‘I loved when you-’ ‘you look so beautiful when-’

Words were lost on Jana. That’s what she liked about Frankie, he made the ever going buzz of her head cool down for a bit. She told him she loved him, how good he made her feel, how happy she was to be back… but that could never explain it properly. She’d talk to him tomorrow, really truly tell him how ecstatic she was, how he made her giggy like a schoolgirl again…. But for tonight…

She curled up in his strong, comforting embrace, and allowed herself to melt into the warmth that was Franscico Morales.

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This took ike two months to write lololololol

I got so distracted with Dark!Joel

I hope the whole thing with Jana not being able to get very wet wasn't weird bc I've had a few friends that pretty much need lube and there's nothing wrong with that. I try to strive for real elements when I can, like Sam in Sunshine having trouble orgasming on her anti-depressants.

also

squirting lololol

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“Outcast”

This is a fic about my clone oc Ocho! Sorry if this isn’t your cup of tea and don’t care about this but I like this fic

Read here on Ao3 (✩)

Summary: CT-3825 didn’t fit in anywhere, after causing more and more problems for his new squad and himself the threat of decommissioning is waved in front of the young cadet who is desperate to rise above everyone else

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death- bullying and the dehumanization of clones but nothing too severe

Word count: 1657 (guess who proof read baby!!!)

Notes: Please enjoy the rocky “childhood” of my baby Ocho! Also the collage I made that pretty much sums him up as a person

Fun Fact: his CT number (CT-3825) if transitioned to letters would spell duck 🦆 quack quack

He didn't understand, CT-3825 didn't understand a lot of things but this was at the top of the list. What would happen to him now.

Blood ran from his own nose and his fists. One was held slightly to his chest, the other was being used to drag him through the white halls of Kamino. The walls were ugly in his opinion- everything about this place was.

A mandolorian clad in dark armor quickly snapped his head back and tugged on the arm that was held tightly in his own hand. He couldnt see it but the scowl was seared into his head from the first few times this has happened.

CT-3825 was pulled so he was walking next to the mandolorian now. Other squads that walked by gave him a small look, the younger cadets laughed and pointed instead.

'They wouldn't be laughing soon' CT-3825 thought to himself as he turned his attention to the looming person who has yet to let go of his arm with a death grip.

"Are we going to the med-bay?" CT-3825 asked slightly unsure if this was his place to talk as the man barely gave him a look. He knew when something was broken, and with the way his nose wouldn't stop bleeding and the noise it made when hit he had a pretty good guess it was.

That was a first. He was normally good about keeping his face guarded.

The mandolorian scoffed as he quickened his pace. "No kid, the Kaminoians want a word with you. My guess they're going to stop your training here. Too many strikes to let this one pass"

Decommissioned was a word that floated around the cadets normally at night through scary stories. But the dark reality seemed to loom at the end of the hall as he watched the doors to the office approach way to rapidly for his mind to accept.

He couldn't be decommissioned now, CT-3825 didn't finish his training, didn't serve the republic, didn't become an ARC trooper, he didn’t even get rid of his stupid number. All he accomplished was being kicked out of multiple different squads before any of them became something other than tubies to their older brothers.

The tall figure of master Shaak ti emerged through the huge doors, it was better than a long neck in his book.

The mandolorian without another word pushed CT-3825 in front of him not so gently and gave him a quick shove towards the Jedi.

“Master Jedi.” He said with a slight bow, the boredom in his voice was very poorly hidden if at all.

The Jedi was too kind to him, she was the only one who tried to understand- the others wanted the problem making cadet gone already. His second chances were wearing thin.

So why did he deck that cadet?

Simple. CT-3825 could stomach all the shit that was said about him, ignore it if he could. For some reason no one ever thought to be on his side. It was him and himself against the entire galaxy and everyone in it.

This one cadet couldn’t for the life of him leave CT-3825 alone. Comments were made about everything he was doing or was about to do at any time. With this squad it wouldn’t be a surprise if CT-3825 hasn’t said a word to anyone.

He was done trying. Nobody cared, nobody would help him, so why should he. No cadet wanted to talk to him or let alone sit next to him in the mess. Of course he’d get the blame if anything ever went wrong in any batch he was placed in and that’s exactly what happened this time.

The prick of his brother, though of course he would never consider CT-3825 his, pushed the wrong button of CT-3825 after a failed attempt at a sim. The fault inevitably landed on CT-3825, saying that he wouldn’t listen to his orders since the roll of leader fell on that cadets shoulders.

CT-3825 had had enough, he knew his skills were polished and up to par, way higher than this cadets, but the fact was that he did listen to this sad excuse of a leader, even if the plan would have gotten them all killed on the battlefield. One insult after another dug there way under his sink when finally he snapped, not for the first time.

He was on the cadet in seconds, he could feel the hands scratching his back trying to pry him off. The blood covered his knuckles after a few hits. Others joined trying to defend their brother and got some hits on CT-3825 as well, the brother he tackled got a free shot to his nose since his arms were being pulled and his middle was exposed.

Some long necks and trainers who were watching were on the scene in seconds pulling CT-3825 off the bloody face of the cadet he originally jumped on after he wrangled himself free from the others.

Words were shouted as he was dragged from the simulation room, in response CT-3825 spat the blood that was collecting under his tongue at the boots of the other cadets that watched.

Thankfully it was their turn to be held back quickly.

CT-3825 was snapped back into reality by a firm hand on his shoulder, his reaction time was off and he flinched back slightly. The face of the torgruta Jedi was now leveled with his own as master Ti crouched down.

The mandolorian was dismissed with a small wave of the kind Jedi’s hand to which was responded with a grumble.

“Dear what happened?” She wiped a hand across his check no doubt smearing some blood. He stood at attention just as he was taught and conditioned to do as Master Ti quickly looked him over.

“This isn’t looking good for you.” She paused for a moment. Whether she was talking about his injuries or the actions he made he wasn’t sure.

CT-3825 stood with a stiff back and his hands at his side, the blood that wasn’t his own slightly dripped on his boots and the pristine walkways.

With a moment of doubt of the very real possibility he let himself ask one question without any guard that normally armored his words. “Am I going to get decommissioned sir?”

He thought that she would respond with a laugh saying of course not those jerks were going to get punished this time not you, but that didn’t happen. Instead a cold gaze countered the warm Jedi greatly.

Master Ti sighed for a moment. “I’m not sure, the kaminoians don’t like your record. Almost eight different squads, soon they’re going to run out of place to stick you for another chance.” She paused for a moment to wipe off her hand on the long robes that draped over her. “CT-3825 I’m almost scared to ask what happened this time.”

He almost missed the opportunity to speak, to speak freely about what was troubling him, he could tell her about all the shit the past cadets did to him, what they still do to him now. Would that make him weak?

“I punched one of the cadets in the face.” He spoke quietly for a moment. “Multiple times.”

“It seems you didn’t go unscratched as well.” She ran a hand down the long colorful lekku CT-3825 couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful patterns.

She was one of the only people he knew that didn’t speak his number with vigor or disgust.

“I tried to talk to them you know.” Master Ti led him over to the side of the hall, just outside the office doors that taunted him.

“Not everyone wants to continue to waste resources on something that continues to make problems but I think you’ll become a good soldier. I said that much” She said with a scoff standing back up to her full height.

Was he suppose to say thank you? Oh yeah thank you for speaking against the people that thought I was a waste of resources and was better to just get rid of. Why don’t you think that too?

He didn’t say anything, instead he toes his dirty boot a bit not meeting her gaze.

A moment of silence passed between the two before Madter Ti sighed

“After I escort you to the med-bay I want you to collect everything from your bunk so I can show you where you’ll be staying for now.”

Master Ti got up and started to walk expecting him to follow.

He stood there for a moment in the halls, the window close by was pounded on by rain. So he wasn’t talking to the long necks after all? Thank the maker.

It wouldn’t take him long to get the few things that belonged to him, the couple of things that weren’t stolen or broken by the others. Nothing seemed to be waiting for him to collect even now.

Looking over his shoulder CT-3825 could swear he could hear the taunts of the long necks who practically held his life in their hands. What would he do when the next group of cadets casts him out?

“CT-3825.” Master Ti turned around and tapped her foot on the ground to snap the young trooper out of his thoughts. “Goodness we need to find you a proper name, what a mouth full.”

Something in the back of his mind whispered slightly to him, he’d be casted out again, another ‘incident’ would happen and that would be the end of him. Everyone would always go against him, waiting for him to fail.

As long as a fire stayed lit under him maybe just maybe he could see the world outside of the Kamino walls before everyone gave up on him for good.

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midnighmoonligh · 3 months

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Fandom

N/A. These are my ocs and/or my bsfs!

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Characters

AJ ;; 22 ;; They/Them ;; Little

Hayden ;; 183 ;; He/Him ;; Cg

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Impure Regression, Bullying, & Heartbreak.

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Plot Summary

A little and their Valentine special!

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❝ Wait what? Why would anyone want to be your valentine? ❞

They paused. They pressed this lips together and looked down. Their usually back straight and shoulders back was falling. Their chest ached from her words. Were they really that unlovable?

❝ Are you serious? Ahaha- guys check this out! The tool thinks she can ask ME to be her valentine! ❞ her cackled.

The group turned their attention towards them both and laughed along with the beautiful women in front of them. They flinched each and every time they were misgendered. It broke their heart. They pressed the small box of homemade chocolates against their chest. His hair slowly sliding to fall over their face while their grey eyes filled with tears. They knew they were nothing but an item for war and justice, but they're human too. At least, they thought they were human.

❝ You can't even act your own age, why would anyone want you? ❞ Another female voice spoke, but they refused to look up from their feet.

❝ Seriously, not one is going to want to have to take care if you, you're too clingy,❞ A male voice spoke this time.

Their eyes blurred with the tears that filled their eyes. Their breath hitched, but in response they just held it. Even if they passed out, they refused to allow themselves to be weak in front of them.

❝ What are you all standing around and laughing for!? We have work to do! ❞

At the voice, the small non-binary detective looked to the source. The familiar face of the man made them sniffle. His eyes focused onto them, giving a small, yet warm, smile. He held a hand out to them, which they gladly rushed over and took. He pulled them close to his side, gently rubbing their back as he lead them to his office.

❝ I'm sorry Hayden- My Lord, I-I was the one who distracted them, ❞ They apologized nervously.

❝ I wasn't really upset about that, I was merely trying to make an excuse to rescue you, ❞ Hayden explained as he closed the doors or his office behind himself.

He lead them both to sit down on the couch he kept in his office. It was there simply because he knew they rarely rested, he's gotten them to nap on the couch occasionally. The smaller looked up to him, hicciping before giving in and hugging him. They burried their face into his chest and out of reflex he gently squeezed them into a hug.

❝ I'm sorry this happened, Aj,❞he apologized in a soft, almost parental tone.

It was difficult for them not to regress. Aj never really told anyone about their regression, the times they had they had gotten sexualized for it. It wasn't like they could control it much either. Their hands clung to the nice dress shirt Hayden wore. They dropped the box of chocolates onto the floor long ago. He rubbed their back slowly, whispering comforting words in hopes it would help them relax or breathe, or something really.

❝ You're safe here, love, ❞ He reassured as he ran his hand through their hair.

It was the final words that caused them to regress fully. Unfortunately, impure regression always made them regress younger than they could handle. The first thing they felt was uncomfortable in their work uniform. The next, was simply sad. Aj shifted and cuddled into their Lord, Hayden. The man they've served for years. No one has accepted them, so why would he? He'd probably abandon them after he found out. So, they remained silent and unmoving. So terrified that even their cries stopped.

❝ Are you okay? ❞ AJ tensed.

❝ Aj, I know I'm not all that good at being there for you, but I'm here for you, ❞he reassured as he moved to look at them.

He cupped their cheeks, forcing them to look at him. The first thing Hayden had notice was this new childish glint in their eyes, and heavy sadness. He gently wiped their tears away with his thumbs before kissing their forehead.

❝ I never will leave either, ❞he promised.

Their breath hitched. Once again Aj was crying. They whimpered and made small grabby hands for him between the small gap between them. He smiled and wrapped his arms around them again. He gently rocked them, humming a soft song as he had. It only took about twenty minutes for Aj to calm again, which Hayden is thankful for.

❝ Hey bug? ❞he asked, causing them to pick up their head.

❝ It's okay to regress, given everything you've been through I don't blame you. I'll always be here if you need someone to protect you or play with, ❞he spoke as a smile pulled on his lips.

Their eyes, filled with confusion, stared at him in disbelief. They hiccuped before, a little rougher than they had meant to, jumped on him and hugged him. They buried their face into his shoulder and clung to him. They had always felt safe with him, even when they were younger. Hayden laughed softly, trying his best not to be too loud just in case. He slowly moved to pick up the box of chocolates and handed it back to them. The little chewed on the knuckle of their pointer finger as they took the box again. Aj leaned against Haydensy chest, hesitant as what to even do with the box.

❝ I'm sorry your Valentines rejected you little bug, but I'm sure there's people who really love you who'd love to have some chocolates from you, ❞Hayden told them honestly as he gave them gentle pets.

❝ How many boxes do you have, bug? ❞he asked after few moments.

Aj thought for a moment, more distracted over who to go be this box to. This box is very special, they made it to be that way. They blinked and looked up to Hayden, taking their time while he waited patiently for their answer. They held up five fingers, making him smile. He gave them a squeeze like hug.

❝ Well, do you want me to help you give them to those people?❞

The lit up and nodded excitedly. They got up, tripping a bit, but they managed. They went over to their bag and picked up the boxes they had. Aj showed them to Hayden excitedly, even giving a soft giggle.

❝ That's great bug! ❞ He praised as he pulled himself up to his feet.

The praise caused them to giggle again. They took two of his fingers, holding onto them with one hand while the other held the paper bag they kept the boxes in. They showed Hayden the names on the boxes the best they could, but he seemed to figure out who they went to pretty easily. So, the two made their way out of the police station to begin their adventure.

❝ Do you have anything like little gear? ❞ Hayden asked as Aj practically dragged the poor immortal around.

They shook their head, giving a small shrug, before spotting the small little fruit stand their friend held down town. Hayden was going to speak, but he was dragged over to the stand before he could. He let out a soft sigh, they just bursted to giggles and poked his stomach. The actions caused him to laugh along with them.

❝ Aj? What's up honey? Also, happy valentines to you both! ❞ A tall women greeted.

She is beautiful. Her present caused both of them to paused at gaze at her. The little giggled and moved to hug her, which she just smiled and squeezed them close. She seemed to figure out what was happening pretty quickly. She watched them dig into the bag and pull out a galaxy themed box. The women smiled and took the chocolates.

❝ Aww, thank you honeymoon, ❞ She thanked before giving a kiss on the littles head affectionately.

❝ I'm Hayden, Lord of this district-❞ Hayden began to introduce, when a masculine voice tore through the street.

❝ LADY- AJ! WHAT NO CHOCOLATES FOR ME? ❞ The small male shouted as he ran up to them.

The little flinched causing Hayden's fingers to twitch from the reflex to protect them. AJ simply giggled as the man tripped over his feet and fell onto the ground. He is even shorter than them. It was strange to see. The man pulled himself up and bowed respectfully towards Hayden.

❝ Forgive me my Lord! I hadn't meant to cause a scene! I am Sargent Autumn Sir! But you are welcome to call me by Ace! ❞

❝ It's quite alright, and it's nice to meet you, ❞ He reassured.

They handed the man a soft orange box then waved him goodbye. The man lit up, already eating the chocolates by the time An had grabbed Hayden's arm and pulled him away. They walked quietly for a few minutes before they stopped. Them stopping caused Hayden to jerk forward, making him yelp a bit. He moved to look at them, seeing tears in their eyes again. He gently placed his hands on their shoulders.

❝ What's wrong little bug? ❞ He asked softly.

They sniffled and offered the box that had been rejected from the women not all that long ago. Hayden paused, but smiled. He gently took the box and kissed the littles head. He wrapped his arms around them and pulled them close to his chest. They buried their face into him, tugging his shirt in hopes he'd pick them up. They wanted to be carried now.

❝ I can't right not little one, remember? I'm hurt. Also, I'd be happy to he your valentine, ❞ He told them in a soft, loving, tone. It made them so happy.

Aj squealed quietly into his chest happily. They clung to him, or more like cuddled into him. They felt so much better, all thanks to him. They're glad he won't leave. It meant everything to the little.

❝ You're so cute little one, how about we get you some little gear, hm? Both for home and for the office. You're always welcome in my office too, ❞ He spoke softly.

They lifted their head and nodded excitedly, practically jumping up and down. Hayden had always treated them like the human they were, it made them so happy. Aj just wished they had more people in their life that treated them more than just a punching bag or a general therapist, or even an object of war and protection. They wanted to be able to live like a human.

#age regression #age regressor #agere blog #sfw agere #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #agere community #age regression caregiver #agere caregiver #sfw caregiver #oc #my ocs #ocs #original character

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theblogofdurin · 2 years

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Cloaked in Green || Pt.2 || Chp. 22: Dazed

word count: 2.1k

summary: the company is captured

warnings: mentions of, imprisonment, bullying, bleeding head wound.

a/n: Yes. There is another Flash forwards moment at the end of the chapter, There isn't really a whole lot of Aranea in this fic. BUT STILL please like, comment or reblog if you enjoy this chapter, it's helps keep me motivated.

Thorin Oakenshield, Fem!OC

Links: series masterlist, chp.21, readers guide

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Estel! Erthil!

The poor Elven maids chasing after the giggling 6 year-olds. Shouted about the star pavilion, frantically searching for the human children.

Smiling softly on the steps leading away from the building. Elrond, chuckling to himself as he looked down at the two twins hiding in the flowerbed below.

As the school maids, scurried away to continue to look for the children. Moving closer to the tiny bodies without either of the two's knowledge. The Elf bent a knee to whisper in between them.

"And what do we have here?"

The babes screamed loudly as they turned to see the grinning lord.

"Elwond!!" Estel groaned not completely pronouncing the 'r' due to missing his front teeth. The Elf softened, as both twins turned bright red at being caught.

"Come with me." He smiled as he stood back up , holding a hand out to each of the siblings, tiny ones grasping his own as he began to lead them away to his study. "I have the perfect place, where we can hide."

Once the trio reach their destination, The Elf-lord lead the small duo to the tufted love-seat in the middle of the room.

"Now tell me," he said as he moved to sit in the chair opposite of them. Naturally both children looked at each other immediately, their silent conversation excluding the elf in front of them. Elrond only smiled briefly and knowingly. How he and Elros used to do the same thing, and how he watched the same look pass between Elladan and Elrohir.

"Out with it." Elrond added with an eyebrow lifted, when the memories hit his chest. "You have been missing your classes for 4 days now."

Both of the twins were still deep in the conversation causing Elrond to sigh. "Don't make me tell your Mother, what you've been up too." Both of their head snapped up to look at him, keeping a straight at they studied him.

Erthil was the first to break,"The other kids are mean." Nodding, next to her Estel added, "They say we don't belong." Erthil continued, "Is it true that Erthil and Estel means Mud and Dirt?" Estel continued again, adding "There is no one else like us here."

Raising a hand, causing the twins to stop talking immediately, Elrond spoke softly again, "No, Erthil, your sindarin names do not mean, Mud and Dirt I can reassure you. " The little girl looked relieved as her brother patted her on the back "I told you." Estel gestured, causing the girl to roll her eyes.

Elrond laughed at the pair, waving a hand for both of them to get up, "I have some people I like you two to meet."

Later that evening, Elrond knocked gently on the door to the healing bed. "Please come with me" Elrond smiled at the pale woman, still slightly under the weather from her now yearly ailment. "I have something dear to show you."

Gilraen held onto his outstretched arm as they made their way to location. Finally turning a bend to see into the small pasture beside the horse stables, she saw the odd quadruple.

Aranea and Aragorn were giggling fits on top of two horses, as they were being led around the small inclosure by Elladan and Elrohir, Elrond's twin sons.

The now grown adults were laughing along at the pure joy in the little ones' faces as they challenged each other from across their circle. "Elladan and my horse is so faster than your horse" Aranea's tongue stuck out as she finished her point. "No offense Elrohir."

The parents, still quite about away from them, laughed along at the sight in front of them.

“Search them.” The blonde voices as to the others elves, as he lowers he’s bow. Turning to talk to a bright red she-elf.

The elves approach the dwarves and start searching them. Discouraged, Fili hands up two throwing knives to the elf in front of him. With a skeptical look, the elf reached over him to pull out another knife from his back.

“Are the spiders dead?” Legolas asked the she-elf in Elvish, hiding their words from the dwarves. Nodding at the Prince, Tauriel sheathed her weapons. “Yes, but more will come. They’re growing bolder.”

Behind them Fili opens his jacket to show the elf searching him that he has no knives left; however, the elf reaches inside the dwarf’s fur coat finding another one hidden in Fili’s hood. One of their other elf hands Legolas, Thorin’s sword, causing him to walk over the dwarf as he inspect the long blade.

“This is an ancient Elvish blade.” He twists the handle, letting the blade glisten on one of the few streams of light. “-Forged by my kin. Where did you get this?” He glares down.

“It was given to me.” Thorin answered shortly. Legolas smirked, pointing the sword at Thorin, replying in a similar venom. “Not just a thief, but a liar as well.”

“Take them!” he yelled, swinging the sword to rest on his shoulder as the elves began to lead the dwarves away. As they continue down the road, Bofur turns and whispers to Thorin.

“Where’s Bilbo?”

Thorin and Bofur both shared a look; they were pushed to continue moving, finally reaching the long bridge into the Woodland Realm. Ordering the guards to shut the gates behind them as he and Tauriel took the rear.

Giant trees drew together, forming the various levels of bridges and passageways. The dwarves of the company look around them in mild distaste, both impressed and disdifferent.

All the dwarves were pushed into different cells, with only 2 sets of brothers being placed into the same cell to save space. Dori and Ori and Bifur and Bombur.

“Aren’t you going to search me?" Kili looked up at Tauriel as she started to push him into his cells. "I could have anything down my trousers.” he winks

Unaffected, the captain smirks down at him “Or nothing.” With a hard shove, before haughtily slaminh the cell door shut and the she-elf walks away, Kili looks after her and a small smile.

It wasn’t long after the doors were locked and the guards made their way back up the stairs that dwarves tried to escape.

“Let us out of here!” Gloin shouts echoing against the walls.

"This is not the end of it!" Dwalin growls, banging his head against his cell door. "You hear me?”

With an eye roll, plopping onto the carved out bench bed in his cell, Balin yelled. “Leave it! There’s no way out! This is no Orc Dungeon. These are the halls of the Woodland Realm. No one leaves here but by the King’s consent!”

"Well we can't just do nothing!" Ori whined as he banged his head lightly against the cell door.

"I don't believe we have a choice, Laddie." Balin sighed, still speaking loudly so he may hear.

Thorin shook his cell door once more, before walking to the back, letting the darkness of the space hide him.

So much has happened in the last couple days. Something wasn't settling right for him. Even for him, he could tell that his emotions were one extreme for the other. He couldn’t seem to focus on what was in front of him. If he had read the situation with Aranea…then maybe.

It was the sound of his cell opening that caused him to stiff in his spot. The Elf gestures for Thorin to step out in slight annoyance.

Making sure to take his time, Thorin took small steady steps out. Causing the elf to push him forward. "King Thranduil requests your presence."

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In his cell, Kili inspects the shiny black stone his mother had given him, tracing the engraving with his hand. He flips it in the air and catches it on the back of his hand. Sighing loudly as he looks back down at it in his hand. 'If Mother was here, everything would be so much easier.'

The long haired she-elf was checking on all the prisoners; paused when she saw Kili rolling something in his hand “The stone in your hand, what is it?”

“It is a talisman. " He spoke, his voice darker than she was used to. "A powerful spell lies upon it." He glanced up at her. "If any but a dwarf reads the runes on this stone, they will be forever cursed.”

Kili quickly holds up the stone toward the elf and she staggers back slightly. As she begins to walk away, Kili speaks again, chuckling his voice back to its teasing manner.

“Or not," he giggled, "depending on whether you believe that kind of thing." He held the talisman again, " It’s just a token."Kili smiles, and she smiles as well.

With a sadder smile, he continued. “A runestone. My mother gave it to me so I’d remember my promise.”

“What promise?” she breathed, her voice light

“That I will come back to her.”

The elf-captain looks down. Guilt eating her

“She worries." Kili explained as he didn't know why he didn't like that look on her face. "She thinks I’m reckless.”

“Are you?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Nah.” Kili shook his head, smiling and tossing up his stone. He misses when he tries to catch it, and it rolls out of his cell, but the elf stops it with her foot before it can roll into the deep pit outside the cells.

She picks it up, twirling softly in her hand. Kili goes up to the bars of his cell to ask for it but then hears elves laughing in the distance.

“Sounds like quite a party you’re having up there.” he grunted, of course they would party the night they captured Dwarves.

“It is Mereth-en-Gilith" the she-elf smiled dreamily, as she explained "- the Feast of Starlight.” She handed Kili the stone back, She stepped slightly away.

“All light is sacred to the Eldar, but Wood Elves love best the light of the stars."

Kili furrowed his eyebrows as he looked over at her “I always thought it is a cold light, remote and far away.

The she-elf, who had walked a few steps away while speaking, approaches Kili again and speaks earnestly.“It is a memory, precious and pure. Like your promise. " She gestured to the stone with a small smile before adding,

“I have walked there sometimes, beyond the forest and up into the night. I have seen the world fall away and the white light forever fills the air.”

Smiling broadly Kili states “I saw a fire moon once. It rose over the pass near Dunland, huge; red and gold it was, filled the sky. We were an escort for some merchants from Ered Luin, they were trading in Silverbuck for furs. We took the Greenway south, keeping the mountain to our left, and then, this huge fire moon, right in our path. I wish I could show you...”

They continue talking; with the she-elf sitting down on the stairs by Kili’s cell to listen as he explained to wonders that he's seen. It wasn’t till Thorin was brought back to his cell that she left. This time however Kili wasn't the only one with a small smile on his face.

In the cell next to him, Fili smirked as he spoke loudly through the bars,"You know Uncle would never approve."

Kili scoffed loudly as he moved away from the door, sitting back down at the weird bench in his cell. "Uncle doesn't have a place to talk right now."

Fili nodded in agreement.

"Papa?"

The tired voice spoke through the darkness of the wooden home. Having been woken up from loud banging in the adjacent tent, Sigrid was rubbing at her eyes when she was frozen by the sight in front of her.

Bended over the table, her father and the tall elf were pressing wet bandages to nice woman's head. The slight red hue of the used to be white cloth quickly snapped her of her shock as she rushed forward to help.

"Sigrid." Bard sighed, as he looked over his shoulder. As his eldest began pulling various linens from drawers as well as quickly filling the kettle with water and hanging it over the makeshift fireplace to heat up.

"What happend?" She asked as she replaced her father's hand to replace the line. Wiping his hands over his coat, Bard breathed heavily through his nose as he looked down at the tall woman, unconscious on the table. Thranduil, still slightly in shock, peered angrily at the man.

"That dwarf shall pay."

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"Elves feel things in a very deep way,deeper than a human. They’re very far from humans.Those emotions, that love is profound." -Lee Pace, (unknown interview?)

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hajihiko · 2 years

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I wanna know about your friends, they sound cool.

Well if you insist!

Hmm idk what to say actually lol. They're really cool and good people! And they've put up with me for SO long even during times where I was an idiot with a death wish, 4ever grateful.

It's largely thanks to the power of friendship that I got into drawing as much as I am! I got bullied as a kid and got VERY defensive of my interests and basically anything I enjoyed, used to hide my sketch books and whatnot. But I met my friends in sorta-high school anf they were all drawing and making OCs and watching cartoons- stuff I was too afraid to do openly or even in private- and I got swept along for the ride lol. They are the horse girls gently coaxing me closer with treats and acceptance saying "we're not so different huh girl?"

2 of them are listed as my uh, like, emergency contacts? For if anything happens to me, bc they're basically family! I'm very About found family BC I relate a lot and that's basically my friends to me.

We also played D&D together, some of us still do, so we're constantly creating stuff together. You haven't known fandom like 7 artists playing with their characters and being intense about it, there is nothing like it, we were content MACHINES for our own lil game lol

T my friend T from Life follows this Tumblr (hi t hiii) and encouraged me to pursue my sudden DR dreams! Also one of the first allowed to know my JoJo pages bc he is trustworthy. He played DR when it was big on Tumblr I think, he's also gonna enable me some more w the anime and game 3 so you can thank him for any content that comes from that 💖

Oh and also @cerealmonster15l (HI YO IF U SEE THIS u probably will BC I tagged u hehe) my friend and cheerleader who has seen me go through MANY phases, like, it's almost embarrassing. They're dear to me and very encouraging about all my silly art and anxieties and say the nicest things. Also just a funny little clown (affectionate) so honestly u should check em out💖

all in all my friends rock and I love them

#I COULD talk forever but idk that's not for this blog #Not an art #This phone is fucky if sth is spelled weird it's the phone

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outeremissary · 9 months

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How about 9 and 18 for Balthazar?

Sure!

[prompt]

9. In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?

Hm, I'm not sure I have a clean little trope name for this. The backstabber, I suppose? The treacherous ally? The manipulator? Balthazar always seeks his own advantage in a group. His first move tends to be to identifying who's the best at enforcing their will on others besides him so that he can either co-opt or undermine that authority. If it seems viable to win them over, he'll do that, getting them to boss or bully the others into doing what he wants. If it doesn't, he works to turn the others on them. Either way he tends to find ways to create friction between other people to more easily control them. He's the best friend of anyone who doesn't hate him- so attentive and compassionate, such a good listener. So privately, gently earnest ("earnest") about when the others have done one wrong... Of course, he's quick to abandon others when he sees a better deal out there. He'd sell people out quickly- within the group to seize leadership, or to others outside the group for suitable reward.

With that said, those tricks aren't so effective when others have caught onto them and are consistently communicating. At a certain point you just have a very nasty spirited ally of convenience, lending his aid for now. Someone who's a bit of a trickster, always pulling through just enough to be impossible to justify not keeping around. And always still looking for the weak points to get others back under his sway. Complacency is inevitable once folks feel sure they've got everything figured out, after all.

18. Imagine meeting your oc. What would you want to say to them or do with them?

Question answered in this post which I am a little sorry about directing you to.

#ask game #ask me emithing #balthazar lucienne

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hey-its-cweepy · 2 years

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Okay so first off, idk if its alright I do smth like this or not, if it is please let me know-

ALSO- I wanted to try my hand at other characters too! So I kinda just yeeted some of my/your ocs into a wheel and hoped for the best lol

Credit where credit is due: Tiam, Mythra, Leroy and Mellow belong to @fumikomiyasaki!

Anyway-

Marinus and Tiam:

As much as I joke around that he'd just violently grab Tiam and drink from the little straw on his head, (,,, which technically isnt a joke bcs he would and then say sorry while feeling really bad, especially if he left bruises,,,) Marinus would definitely still try to be careful to not hurt Tiam real bad- he'd also always thank him for the drink and be apologetic if he scared/hurt him, unless,,,, yk,,,, you like that sort of thing,,,,,,

Bullies? No problem! With Marinus by your side they probably already went "missing" got eaten but if you asked if he'd seen them, he'd just go "Nope, no idea where they could be :)" and then resume gremlin thoughts

Marinus will sometimes forget certain words from time to time, considering his mom didnt even really want him to get an education and just wanted him to be like a feral siren-

Expect minor things like "Holy shit, Tiam, its a bunch of quack quacks!" And they're freaking ducks-

And speaking of ducks- Marinus hates birds (mainly seagulls/pelicans) but ducks are an exception because "They're the only birds that are nice to me" so I dont think he'd get along too well with winged characters like Rubina-😔✌️

MARINUS WOULD NEVER BITE, SCRATCH, HISS OR GROWL AT TIAM- Unless of course he asked him too

Marinus WOULD however h*ld h*nds (how sinful) and Tiam's crooked smiles will be met with a sharped tooth gremlin smile <3

Also yes, you are right, a LOT of characters (my own/discord friend OCS) are afraid of Marinus or wanna fight 😔🤣 (I think its funny-)

However, just because Marinus has people scared of him, doesnt mean he isnt scared of things too! And he will absolutely freak out if anyone/anything covers his mouth (actually, I think being restrained in general could go here), if someone sees him while he's in siren form, etc (I'll probably add on more another time lol)

I almost forgor to mention, but hair is kinda a big thing for sirens (at least in my head, idk if disney will take it and throw it in my face that its not 💀) so, if Mari is comfy enough, he'd definitely be letting Tiam touch his hair, style it, do whatever with it tbh lol and expect him to do the same with Tiam's! (No, he doesnt care if its sticky-)

Im starting to think of ideas that are more dating-like and idk if thats ok so next character

Amos and Mythra:

THE DANCE COUPLE!!!

Probably only see each other on few occasions bc different schools 😔✌️

Maybe they could teach each other new moves too 👀

Amos, however, will dip just as fast as my dad did the moment somebody from her school/dorm walk in 💀💀💀

He's honestly a real charmer tho and knows how to treat a lady :tantrums:

I imagine ears/tails are also important to beast-people (?) just like hair is for sirens (unless Disney will yeet that im wrong in my face too-) so maybe some nice scenario of Mythra petting/gently scratching his ears while Amos purrs? 🥺 And then he gotta dip bcs Sindren 💀/LH /NF

I'll be honest, Amos is one of the newer characters and hasnt been developed as much as older characters that I havent introduced lol

Momo and Mellow

OKAY so- Momo (blue haired plant baby, I have posted him here before but I need to post a ref lol- I WILL DO THAT SOON THO-) has a habit of straight up running away from people that are taller than her, I mean freaking BOLTING the moment someone bigger than 5'10 (177cm) is in her vision-

But luckily, Mildew seems to be smaller than that, so she'll at least stay! :D

In order for them to be friends tho, they'd have to interact without Dallas in the picture (another piss gremlin I have yet to post a ref of, but basically he tells Momo bs to isolate her from everyone and she'd believe it because toxic relationships✨)

Momo would be really shy at first though, but I think it could work! Like a slowburn friendship (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

Momo is a little passionate about art (maybe not enough to go into full on rambles about different styles n stuff but enough to try it out herself although she doesnt usually share her artworks) so he'd probably occasionally glance over and stare a bit if she notices him making something but looking away immediately if Mellow looks back

(some Momo art for reference!)

Dallas and Leroy

I do not know if Leroy understands that Dallas is just being a crotch gremlin because his parents spoiled him rotten (and he's also only like... 15 💀) but regardless-

Dallas would hands down find a way to try and "egg on" Leroy to do something and then play the victim card in front of Crowley like he does to all the "big spooky" OCs

Like bullying the clothes he wears when he finds out its a heating issue and not "because he dresses weird", probably like "You're telling me a little bit of sunshine is going to screw you over? Quit being so sensitive"

HOWEVER, I feel like he'd just end up annoyed at the spiteful pranks and then the tables would turn as now its Dallas being served some humble pie (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

(Some Dallas art for reference!)

DONT LET THE EYES FOOL YOU HE'S A LITTLE TOXIC AND HATEFUL GREMLIN

#marinus aerwyna #amos castro #momo kira #dallas showstage #tiam falldow #mythra cenov #mellow mildew #leroy violet #twisted wonderland #twist #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twist oc #twisted oc #i love them <3

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archive-of-note · 2 years

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First Writer Wednesday!

@writer-wednesday week 24

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Reader insert, poly relationship (Frankie x GN!Reader x Female!OC) reader is never gendered, referred to as “titi” by a child character in place of mom/dad/aunt/uncle etc. some very loose allusions to sexual activity, like hella loose, could not even be recognized unless your mind was already skirting the gutter. My terrible attempts at Spanish, do not hesitate to tell me if smth is wrong.

Female OC: Aliya. Imagine Bayonetta but toned down. She’s still confidant, she’s still flirty, but it’s more restrained. Actually used to be a stripper, worked through getting her MD, eventually became a pediatrician, still dances for fun because she genuinely enjoyed the physicality of it, and it’s a great way to keep active and in touch with her old coworkers. (we respect sex workers in this house!)

none of this is really pertinent to the story, but I wanted to give her some background

she does have some issues with Santi, she keeps her mouth shut about it though, but know if he ever tries to pull his shit again she will not hesitate to go for the throat.

I don’t know if it came across but I need you to understand that the insert has it down BAD for these two, we’re talking hearts and stars and fireworks in their eyes.

if i missed any warnings or tags do not hesitate to tell me

Simply Poolside Paradise

It’s hot as hell and there is barely a breeze.

Smack dab in the middle of August you wonder why you’re not inside, naked, and spread eagle in front of a fan.

A splash and whoop make you look up, and you’re reminded what you’re suffering for.

Frankie shakes his head, flicking water out of his hair and making you long for a camera to capture the Vanity Fair quality moment.

“How he was so oblivious to your interest I will never know.”

You shake your own head, and look to the woman who has just insulted you and Frankie.

“Well, Aliya, how’d you do it?”

She huffs, obviously rolling her eyes behind her large sunglasses as she smacks your arm with her paperback.

“That’s different.”

You raise your eyebrows, looking at her over the rims of your own sunglasses.

Instead of giving you a better argument, she just flicks your ear.

Snatching her wrist, you tug, pulling her into your lap as she squawks and flails gracelessly.

Frankie shouts from the other side of the pool, “You alright?”

You shout over her shoulder, “I’m being bullied!”

“You’re being bullied!? I’m being manhandled!”

You wrap your arms around her and laugh, kissing whatever bits of her you can reach as she playfully swats at you.

Suddenly you pull away, “Blegh,” cringing at the sour chemical taste of sunscreen.

She halts her wiggling, “What’s wrong?”

You click your tongue, trying to wipe the taste from your tongue without using your hands, “Tastes bad.”

“Slander!” Frankie’s voice booms from the edge of the pool, and he glares at you with a comical amount of contempt.

It takes you a moment, but once you understand what he means you gasp in horror, “I would never,” you squeeze Aliya’s waist, “imply such a thing.”

She tugs at your hair in retribution, “But you just did,” she starts trying to get out of your lap again, “you more than implied in fact.”

Whining, you hook your fingers into the strappier parts of her baiting suit, “Aliya,” you pout, gently tugging.

She humphs, crossing her arms and tilting her head away from you.

“Francisco,” she looks over her shoulder, “could you put lotion on my back?”

“Hey! I’m right here!”

She turns back to you, and even as you try to keep your eyes on her, you can’t help but flick your gaze to Frankie as he pushes himself out of the pool and all of that water pours down the thick expanse of his body.

You thoughtlessly lick your lips as he gets to his feet.

“Do you ever think with the head on your shoulders?”

Looking back to Aliya, you hum, wordlessly asking that she repeat herself.

She just laughs.

“What’s so funny?” Frankie grabs a towel from the bag beside your lounge chair, rubbing the side of his head, nose scrunching in a way that tells you he has some water in his ear.

Aliya cups your face, tilting your head up to look at her, “Not funny,” she leans in for a quick kiss, “just happy.”

The smile that breaks across your face makes you feel a little stupid, but Aliya’s eyes soften, and you don’t care.

“What about me?”

You turn to look at Frankie. His pout is so overdone that you can’t help but snort.

“C’mere, Flyboy.”

Smiling, he leans down and cups your cheek with one large hand, kissing you with a bit more fervor then is probably appropriate for his friend’s backyard pool.

“Blegh,” You make a face as you pull away.

“What?” Frankie looks worried.

You smack your lips to try and get rid of the taste, “You taste like chlorine.”

He huffs, but he doesn’t try too hard to keep his face deadpan.

“You better be decent! Ankle biters incoming!”

The three of you turn in time to see a little girl running and screaming toward the poolside.

“Tío Fishy!”

The little girl has her father’s hair, black, wavy, and with a decent puff from the humidity.

“Hey baby girl!”

He picks her up and she squeals in delight, suddenly several feet off the ground and loving every second of it.

“Santiago.” Aliya slips back into your lap, looking over your shoulder to the man who’s trailing behind Frankie’s daughter. It's not that she hates him, she actually thinks Santi is fun to be around. But sometimes the memory of the broken man who came back after going dark, lead on by promises of fortune, only to come back guilt ridden and empty handed, well, she might need some time to consider spitting on him if he were on fire.

He whistles, looking appreciatively at the woman in your lap, not feeling the subtle glare hidden by her frames.

You glare from behind the polarized lenses of your own shades, but more so to play up seeming jealous, just to lighten the mood.

“Titi,” tilting your head down, you soften your features to look to the little girl standing at your side.

“Hey starlight, how was shopping with Santi?”

Her mouth opens with a yawn, rubbing one of her eyes to really drive her want for nap time home.

“‘M sleepy.”

“Really?”

“Mmhmm.”

You turn to Aliya, “While it hurts me to say this, you might need to move.”

She holds a hand to her chest, shoulders relaxing once Pope is out of sight, “Devastating.”

“I know, I need to mentally prepare.”

Turning back to the little girl you ask in a soft voice, “You want to go inside to take a nap?”

She shakes her head.

“No? Why not?”

She doesn’t say, she just gives you the grabby hands.

You glance up to the sky, bright, blue, and not a cloud in sight.

“Gotta put sunscreen on, you still want to be out here?”

She nods, eyes closed and spreading her arms, already preparing for the process of being misted.

“It’s lotion, Stellita.”

She gives a little grunt, arms dropping and waiting.

You look to Aliya, and she already has the bottle in her hands.

“I’ll do it, grab a towel or two, so she has a pillow and something to hold.”

She slips out of your lap, and you do just that, taking a quick look at Frankie and Santi’s daughter splashing around in the shallow end of the pool, “Mari! Are you wearing sun screen?”

“What’s that?”

And that answers that question.

You give Frankie a look and he’s already walking back out of the water, holding the little girl aloft so she can’t wiggle around in a bid to stay in the pool.

Santiago shouts from near the shed, hefting a bag of coal over his shoulder, “Anyone hungry yet? Or can I hold off on the grill for a bit longer?”

You wave a hand his way, “I’m not hungry yet, but I think I’m getting there, still, no rush.”

You find some pool towels and start setting up a spot for Estella, in the shade and close to both you and Pope, but she whines, again giving you the grabby hands.

“I’m gonna need words here bebita, my mind reading doesn’t always work.”

She whines “‘na cuddle.”

“Es Calor, ¿estás seguro?” You flick your eyes to Santi, and he gives you a thumbs up on your Spanish.

“Sí, quiero mi titi.”

If you could die from cuteness you’d be six feet under right now.

“Alright,” you pick her up with one of the towels, sitting back in the pool lounger and getting comfortable and trapping yourself beneath the little girl.

“¿Bueno, estrella de mi vida?”

She nods, already mostly asleep against you.

A shadow suddenly covers you, so you look up, and standing over you is Frankie, with a patio umbrella that needs to be set up.

“Hey,”

Frankie stares, but the sun blurs his face from view.

“Is something wrong?”

He stares a bit longer before shaking his head.

“No,” he plants the umbrella and opens it up, blocking the sun from where you and Estella lie.

“Just,” he locks the whole thing in place, “have I said I love you today?”

Blinking a few times you think it over, even though you don’t think he’s actually looking for an answer, “Yeah, when I made your coffee this morning.”

His smile grows, “Well saying it again won’t kill me.”

You shake your head, “No it won’t.”

Frankie leans in and kisses you, soft and full, before pulling away just enough to speak, “I love you.”

You close the gap between the two of you again, following him when he pulls back just a bit.

“Love you too, hermoso.”

He smiles in that way that makes his entire face scrunch up, eyes closing and crinkling at the sides.

You can't help but kiss him again.

“Tío Fishy!”

He tilts his head toward the pool, “Duty calls.” He doesn't move though.

“Mmhmm.” And you don't really make much of an effort to get him moving yourself.

“Tío Fishy!”

“Un momento, Mari.”

He kisses you one more time, then one last peck, before he takes two large steps and promptly jumps into the pool, splashing your legs and soaking Mari who is absolutely delighted by the chaos.

“Have I said I love you today?”

You look up to Aliya, taking in her cocked hip and the sharp points of her profile. Giving her an answer is easy after having already thought about getting ready this morning, “Yes, when I told you which sunglasses went with the hat and bathing suit, then when I packed a second book because I noticed you were very close to finishing your current one, and when I stopped you from drinking Frankie’s coffee.”

She makes a face, she may be okay with bitter flavors, but solid black coffee is too much for her.

“Well, I’m going to say it again. I love you.”

You grab her hand, “And I love you,” kissing the back of it you cringe again, “even when you taste like sunscreen.”

She laughs, before setting up the other lounge chair so she can share the shade with you.

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A Fair Exchange XLI ~ Aemond Targaryen x Reader/OC (Angst)

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Summary: Out at sea

Warning: bullying, blood, mention and threat of violence and death, mutilation, mention of torture and death, childbirth, injury, misogyny. Expect canon conforming tone and language. (18/21+)

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Previously

Part XLI

Some deep lingering longing had taken them away from the shore and the green plains to the rocky islands that were specked in the sea like stones thrown from the coast.

They were peaceful and quiet and they had been here often,in his youth with his older siblings, and now with the younger ones.

Their riders liked flying here, tanning in the sun or swimming in the sea of their own little kingdom.

Since the younger dragons were smaller, their landing on smaller rocks was made easier, but there were more than a few islands big enough for him.

And the waters here were less shallow, and so there was easier prey beneath the surface.

He did not have the patience for smaller fish, but sometimes the families of whales or dolphins travelled beneath him, a quick drop, a grab of the claw and he had his meal.

Sea prey tasted different to land prey, but it was prey all the same.

The uneasiness inside him had bordered on anger and so to gain a little satisfaction he had killed more than his share. The whole island, which was large enough for him to move around, was covered in bones and burned carcasses of sea beasts that had fallen to his claws and fangs.

It was an unseemly sight, she thought, and couldn’t help but pity the poor animals. He had slaughtered many of them, and not for food.

If he had killed them he ought to at least use them for nourishment. So even without any hunger, he tore at one of them, his jaws crunching the bones, but there was no joy in it.

He just wasn’t hungry, only restless, though there was no sign, no sight of danger, even if he had felt a surge of it, with no enemy to attack, and no risk to avoid.

This island was supposed to give him peace, or at least somewhat, no bickering brothers or sisters, no meddling riders coming in at any time, but at the same time that meant not knowing what was happening on Dragonstone.

It could be in flames and she wouldn’t know. He should return, even if his irritation at the others would only inflame his restlessness. But the will festered in his mind.

And so he turned his body around, back towards the mainland, towards the two biggest of these islands, towards her home.

He spread his wings and took flight, feeling the wind caress his scales to take them home. Instead of the Dragonmont, they landed close to the castle.

There were more guards, and dragons circling the skies. Right now there are Caraxes and Moondancer. Patrolling, but why?

And why two? Why was Daemon up there with Baela?

There was an ache in his back that was not his own, that only grow fiercer until she woke with a whimper, as her body was drawn upward.

“Shh,”someone said as her back rested against something, a hand on her face, cupping her jaw.

She felt something hard on her lips as her head was tilted back.

“Drink up, there you go.”, Aemond told her, as liquid filled her mouth.

She swallowed once, twice, three times, and then she was on Dragonstone again.

She had been awake for but a heartbeat, and even then it was generous to call it conscious. Then she slipped back into her slumber.

Aemond took great care to move her aching body as gently as he could, lowering it on the makeshift bed under the shade they had made using a decorative flag as a makeshift sunsail to keep her out of the heat.

Once she was settled he held the back of his hand in front of her lips, feeling the faint brush of her breath. It was steady, thank the Gods, just like her heartbeat, which had finally calmed. But he could tell her body was weary and she was beyond exhausted.

Getting them, getting him to this boat, had drained her of all energy, and when she would wake, she would be sore for days.

When he looked up, he saw Luke glaring at him. He had received the silent treatment from him, apart from barked orders that he was to stay out of his way and keep Jaehaera from falling into the sea.

Luke knew his sister was a good swimmer, too good for this to be the consequence of an ordinary swim, but Aemond holding her up on the rope ladder had probably been his saving grace that prevented his nephew from throwing him overboard.

But he had to give it to his nephew, he had picked a suitable boat, a sailing boat more for sport, that could be guided by one person alone, and that person was Luke who was keeping himself busy.

He was weary too, but she needed more support.

Aemond had experienced pushing his body to the utmost time and time again, and was familiar with the signs of aching loins.

When he watched her lay there in the shade, on her side to ease her breathing, she appeared smaller and younger than she was, as frail as she had been as a child, sickly and feeble.

Her dragon made her bolder, braver, healthier even, but he did not make her healthy, and now Tyseleys was miles away, unable to compensate for her body’s failings.

Guilt swept in like an icy chill, filling him from the inside out, even in the heat of the open Dornish Sea.

She had carried him, had saved him. It was too much to ask of her, of anyone and now her body demanded its due.

Aemond could make her better, could not place a healing touch upon her forehead, could not even take any pain, strain or ailment and transfer it to his body instead of hers even if he wanted to.

But he could ease her pain, at least the pain she would feel when she was awake again.

He rubbed his palms on the fabric of his trousers. They had been dark green and black once, but now they were all sorts of murky greys.

When he felt the heat, he let up, bringing them to her right shoulder as his other hand held it in place.

He could feel the tenseness of her muscles, and began to do his best to resolve them. Aemond was no maester, but he had studied anatomy in an attempt to increase the success of his training. He recalled where muscles went and how they were tied to the functioning.

Hers had endured too much a strain, one he could not resolve, but could attempt to loosen. It wasn’t much, but it was all he could do. And doing nothing would have made the guilt he had already felt crush him.

Slowly and diligently he worked in repetitive motions down her arm, careful not to tug at the skin, which wasn’t at all easy in the absence of scented oils.

After a while Aemond shifted on his knees for a more comfortable position as he continued to work down the length of her arm.

“What are you doing?”, Luke demanded to know.

He was standing in front of him now, a glare in his eyes, beads of sweat glistening on his brow as his dark curls stuck to his forehead.

To Aemond he was still a boy, but in moments like these he saw flashes of the man he was trying to become.

“I’m easing the pain on her limbs.”, Aemond said.

Luke frowned, as his brown eyes dug into his soul searching for any hint of treachery.

“There’s no need for that.”, he hissed.

“She’ll thank me for it.”

Rage flashed in his eyes.

“Do not speak for her!”, he spat. “Not for someone you barely know!”

I do know her, Aemond thought. I know the look in her eye when she is scared. I have held her as she wept and wiped her tears, I have steadied her on the brink of terror and guarded her in her sleep. I’ve been at the receiving end of her fury when I thought to abandon you, her relief when she felt safe, and her care when I no longer mastered my fear.

But he said nothing.

Instead, Aemond moved onto her hands. He quite liked her hands, the shape of them, the feel of them, even though they had been roughened by recent endeavours. The rope had cut her skin, and it had only just begun to heal when the saltwater engulfed them.

Yet they were always warm and gentle. He remembered feeling them on the back of his neck on that alley and on his face in the icy hell of the sea.

Not that he hadn’t been gentle with the rest of her, but he took great care with her hands. There was a dent on the second finger of her right hand where she had worn a ring which she had given up in an attempt of their anonymity, but the mark remained still, a symbol of years of loyal wear.

Aemond found himself hoping this ring that she had clearly favoured had not been among the jewels she had Luke gamble away, although it was more likely than not. Her mother had lent her jewellery for this journey and she would have rather thrown every item that was hers into the dirt before she would part with one of hers.

He had never met someone so stubbornly selfless as she was, but she was. With her mother, all of her siblings, little Jaehaera even though there was nothing tying her to the girl.

At first he had believed in an innate female disposition to motherly emotions, but he doubted that now. There was nothing to tie her to Jaehaera except the lie of blind familiar ties based only in blood. And few knew better than he did how little one could rely on that.

And yet she had shown Jaehaera nothing but devotion, forgoing any comfort or food or even peace for her welfare, and to keep up the illusion that this was all some great adventure and not a mad barefoot dash for their lives across a desert valley of snakes.

Even now when he looked up, he saw Jaehaera playing with that carved toy knight, who although still being called Ser Symeon acted out the heroic deeds of Florian the Fool, using her knee as a mountain range to climb.

For that alone he owed her a lifetime of gratitude. His thumb stroked along the inside of her palm.

There were half healed scabs from rope burns, and one had recently opened, undoubtedly burning thanks to the seawater which had died out both their skin. Three of her nails had been broken in the effort, the two remaining ones bit down as an outlet to her inner turmoil.

And yet it was still a Lady’s hand to Aemond, more so, that of a Princess, with virtue outdoing any mere facade of elegance.

He let his thumb trace over her knuckles gently, commemorating it to memory.

Gently he placed it down on her chest, just below her heart, before attempting to turn her onto her other shoulder so he could massage her other side.

The shift made her tense, as she inhaled sharply, but she did not wake.

“Shh, Princess.”. Aemond muttered as he steadied her head on his knee as he turned her. “There’s no need to wake up. Take all the rest you need.”

Tyseleys was weary and irritated. He wanted to return to the dragonmont, to the flames and the smoke, and those brothers and sisters of his that were older, bigger.

But he remained here, amongst the younger ones, and the strange one with the broken cry, close to the castle. Because that was where she wanted him.

It was her wish that kept him here.

They had been about to return to the dragonmont when the sense of her twin had come to her, and she had turned, looking at him.

He looked older, sterner, wearing armour now. Why was he wearing armour at home? If he was not on dragonback, or locked away in the castle, he was pacing on the southern side of the castle, looking towards the sea.

Looking for me, she thought. But he doesn’t know I’m looking at him.

Only she wasn’t, she couldn’t. She was not on Dragonstone. She was on a boat somewhere in the Dornish Sea and when she woke the slight swaying and the whispering of the wind confirmed just that.

Those came first, the pain came second.

The salt had dried her skin, tightening it painfully especially around her face. But it was her arms, her shoulders and her back that ached.

With a groan, she tried to push herself up when she felt hands on her arm, helping her up.

Blinking against the sun, it took her a while to see that it was Aemond.

Thank the Gods, she thought. Last she remembered, with certainty at least, they were just about to climb up into the boat. And there had been too little to be certain of his fate.

His silver-white hair had suffered in the salt, making it frizzy and more wavy than she remembered it. He had tamed it with a ribbon of cloth at the base of his neck, but not all strands obeyed his wishes.

And either he had opted against wearing his eye-patch or it had become victim to the waves. Now his sapphire sparkled in the sun just like the waves below under the setting sun.

Setting…?

“How are you feeling?”, Aemond asked.

“Have been better.”, she admitted. He rummaged around and produced one of the water skins.

“You have to drink, and eat. A little at least.”

She took the water skin and sipped slightly, though she didn’t feel any hunger.

“How are you?”, she asked when he handed her a sea biscuit that she had no intention of eating.

“Don’t worry about me.”, Aemond mumbled, glancing downward, his cheeks flushing.

For a moment they remained in silence, with the waves crashing against the boat,

“I’m sorry.”, Aemond said, still avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t be.”, she sighed, leaning her head against the side of the boat and taking deep breaths.

“Still,”, he said, shifting on his legs. “I’m supposed to be the one protecting you, guarding and you and now you’ve carried me -”

“Well,”; she said, cutting him off. “I guess you would have done the same.”

Before he had any chance to answer, she heard the thumps of hastening steps.

“Luke!”, she exclaimed, reaching up with her arms as her brother crashed down on the deck to embrace her.

His arms tightened around her frame, as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, squeezing her as if he was afraid she would slip away.

“Thank the Gods.”; he muttered, before kissing the side of her face.

“How are you?”, he too wanted to know.

“Decent.”, she said, cupping his face.

“How far are we? Why is the sun setting already - have I slept that long?”

Luke nodded. “You’ve slept all night and the day. The sun will be gone in an hour or so.”

He held his hand up, aligning his fingers with the horizon. There were less than two between it and the setting sun.

“It’s been going alright so far.”, he told her. “The winds could have been better, but they also could have been far worse. By the time the sun rose, we were far clear of the coast.”, he told her. “We can see how to correct the course if the night is clear.”

She glanced up to the skies. It was clear of any clouds.

“It looks like it will be.”

Luke nodded, sighing.

“I’m so glad you’re awake again.”, he whispered, kissing her temple.

She reached up and cupped his cheek, stroking across his boyish features.

“I’ll help you now, just give me a moment to gather myself.”

Luke shook his head.

“I can manage.”, he assured her.

“But you’ve been managing since last night. You need your rest too!”

With that, she pushed herself into a stand, feeling her legs wobble under her.

“Don’t go overboard!”, Luke mumbled, grabbing her waist.

That made her smile just slightly.

“I’ll be fine. You take it easy, yes?”, he asked, turning away from her back to the sails.

She wanted to argue, to follow him and share the burden, but it would be a lie to claim she was entirely up for it already.

With now knowing Luke was well, and Aemond was too, she looked around for Jaehaera, finding her playing with the jewels as if they were marbles, arranging them by colour and shape.

“Is she alright?”, she asked Aemond.

He nodded. “Quiet, but alright…she is not that fond of boats.”

She sighed, looking at the little girl. If the waves and winds were kind to them, they wouldn’t be here for too long.

“Jaehaera?”, she called out, as she crouched down again. “How are you feeling?”

Jaehaera rushed over to her, before realising half way that she was on the boat and beginning a dramatic side to side sway like a drunken sailor.

“The boat is all swayie!”, she complained, before ‘tripping’ right into her lap.

“That’s why you have to be careful not to go too close to the edge without any of us there to help you.”, she said as her hand found Jaehaera’s back to check the knot that bound her to the mast just in case something really did go wrong.

It wasn’t the most dignified of securities but it far beat her falling into the sea and them having to go dive for her.

“You are such a sleepyhead!”, Jaehaera complained, looking up at her. “I wanted to wake you up to play but Aemond didn’t let me. Can we play now?”

She nodded.

“Yes, we can play now.”, she agreed, although it felt like she wanted to rest again, or aid Luke.

For a while they played Knights and tourneys with Ser Symeon, with the jewellery creating a complex parkour he had to ride through to get the treasure, a particular necklace Jaehaera liked best.

It was that of Alyssa Targaryen, both their great-grandmother.

After that they used the coloured stones for a makeshift boardgame, blue and green jewellery as one, and red and purple for the other.

Those such games were fun at the best of times, but exhausted her, as it meant she had to remain happy and cheery, and not show a hint of concern she felt.

From time to time Aemond joined them from his lonely watchpoint if only to bring them water and food and insist on its consumption.

Otherwise he was mostly quiet, keeping to himself, but keeping the both of them in his line of sight.

Come sunset, she began settling Jaehaera for sleep - there was no bed, but they did their best to use what little they had to make her comfortable.

In the absence of storybooks she told her tales of Knights and Maidens, of Dragons and Dragonriders.

She told her of Jaenaera Belearys who explored Sothoryos south of the jade sea, far before any man on her dragon Terrax. That had been Baela’s favourite story, and Jaehaera liked it too, probably because their names were so similar.

“I like Terrax.”, she said. “It’s a good name for a dragon.”

“Don’t you already have a hatchling?”, she asked.

Her eyes lit up in a bust of energy as she described her little winged companion waiting for her in King’s Landing.

“He’s not big yet but he will be.”; she promised. “But he already has a name, so I cannot call him Terrax.”

The thought of such a great name to go to waste made her sad, especially as she realised that all the people around her already had a dragon with a name.

“Why don’t we call the ship Terrax?”, she asked. “Mother and Grandmother once named ships! There were so many people at the harbour and they gave flowers to the captains.”, she recalled.

“If you wish you can call the ship Terrax.”, she told her.

Beaming, Jaeheara nodded. “Terrax is a better name for a dragon but I think it is also not a bad name for a ship, no?”, she asked.

“I think it’s a very good name.”; she agreed, stroking Jaehaera’s hair until she fell asleep. By that time the skies had darkened.

Leaving Jaehaera under the one blanket they had, she walked over to where Luke was keeping his watchful duty.

“You need to rest, brother.”, she told him, stroking his arm. “Drink, eat and sleep.”

He shook his head, eyes glued to the skies.

“I have to reset the course.”

One glance told her that the stars were bright enough for him to do so.

“You do that, but after that, you go and rest. I can hold the course well enough with the stars out.”

“But-”

She cupped his face.

“If the weather changes and I no longer see them I will wake you.”, she promised, before pulling him into an embrace.

“There is no need to exhaust yourself, I can do this, you know I can.”

“But you’re only just better.”, he reminded her. “I don’t want you to over exhaust yourself.”

“I can manage a few hours steering a sailing boat.”, she assured him, even if she had never done so without the companionship of either Baela, Rhaena, Jace or Addam.

But she knew it was in her capabilities.

Luke did not resist the temptation to explain it all to her as if she was as new to sailing as Joff, but she let him. Better safe than sorry.

But after everything was said and done, he finally allowed himself some rest at least, and for that she was grateful.

The winds were easy, and the skies were clear and starry. It could be far far worse for sailing.

For a while she just leaned back and looked out into the darkness, enjoying the cool caresses of the wind on her face, the only freshness she could come by.

But after half an hour or so, she sensed movement behind her and was already gearing up to scold Luke for waking already, only to see it wasn’t her brother at all.

Aemond’s pale hair reflected the light of the moon, his sapphire black in the darkness as he joined her.

“Teach me.”, he said softly.

“What?”, she asked, not sure if she had heard him properly.

“I want you to teach me…navigation, knots, sails…you know that. Luke knows it. I do not and without knowing I am useless.”

“You are not useless.”, she argued.

She raised her brow at his scoff.

“Besides, there’s not much to do now, only holding the course Luke set. If you want to truly learn, it is him you should ask.”

“But I am asking you.”, he said sharply, making it quite clear that the alternative was highly unlikely.

She shrugged.

“Your loss. Luke is far better than I am, and only Rhaena is still better than he is at navigation.”

They spent the most time out with their boats together, both on one or one on each, racing each other to little islands. He far preferred those smaller boats to the bigger ones that made him seasick.

It was a passtime where they were all equal, where Rhaena did not feel the absence of her dragon.

“He is navigating just by the stars?”, Aemond asked.

“Yes.”, she said, “We just have to follow the Fisherman’s hook.”

“The what now?”, he wanted to know, stepping closer.

She offered him an embarrassed smile.

“I always forget what the Maester’s call them. We use the Valyrian words from the night song. It’s a bit silly, I know, but it’s what stuck.”

Aemond looked at her as if every word she was speaking was utter nonsense.

“The night song?”, Aemond asked.

She nodded.

“You know…One day I saw a serpent that slithered in the grass, so I ran up a hill and down again until the river fork.”

As she spoke, she pointed at the stars that, with much childhood imagination spelled out these places. The Serpent was the Valyrian name for this star sign, although the hill was a volcano in proper terms, and the river fork the separation of the Rhoyne.

But still it made for a good way to remember them. Aemond stared at her in bafflement.

“It rhymes better in Valyrian.”; she muttered, her cheeks burning as she repeated it, hoping he would remember and not see her as a mad woman.

It was a nursery rhyme, not some great poetry, but one so familiar every child on Driftmark and Dragonstone knew it. Even across the Narrow Sea the descendants from Old Valyria sang it.

“You remember, don’t you?”, she asked.

“I do not.”; Aemond said sharply. “I suppose the Maesters do not teach Valyrian Nursery Rhymes and the Dragonkeepers have no use for them.”

“But your father knew the song. He sang it to us all the time, and to my mother and to Daemon too.”

Imagining Daemon as a baby being sung to by King Viserys had made her giggle, but her stepfather cherished the memory.

But Aemond did not look amused. Instead she imagined she saw a hint of sadness on his face.

“It’s silly anyway.”, she said, waving it off.

“Sing it to me.”, he asked.

“It’s a nursery rhyme, Aemond, and I am not much of a singer.”

“Please.”, he asked, his voice heavy with sincerity. “Teach it to me.”

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