#i am sure that they already are married but doing it again wouldn’t hurt

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Five Long Years (Chapter 1)

aemond x niece!reader

A/N: i've been wanting to do age gap aemond with his niece for a while so when someone requested it, i was going to do a smut oneshot but it turned into this so weee new miniseries

WARNINGS: angsty, there will be incest and future smut

WORD COUNT: 1,059 words

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Five years since you saw him last. Two years since the death of his wife, Cassandra Baratheron and he is now finally coming home. He has travelled much, or at least that is what he says in his letters. Aemond Targaryen is a man of few words in everything but his letters to you, his dear niece who has spent the majority of her life doing no less than adoring him. Seeing him has been the thing you have spent the last month looking forward to and the day has finally come as you make your way to the courtyard.

“Ñuha rūs mandianna, look at how you’ve grown.” (my baby niece) 

You hear the voice from behind you, whipping around to meet his eye. Oh, and grown you have, into your name and into your body.

You hold in your squeal of delight as you walk up to him. “I have missed you, Kepus. I didn’t think you had already arrived.” You breathe out as he takes both your hands in his and brings them up to his mouth for a kiss. You feel your cheeks flush.

“I missed you more.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. He must have noticed your blush by now.

“Tell me everything. I want to hear all about Pentos and Naarth and Lys.” You take his arm, leading him forward for a walk so you don’t have to look him in the eyes.

He smiles at how flustered you are. “You would have loved it, darling. There was so much to learn, so much history in every city.”

You listen to him with such interest as he goes on about each city, their people, their clothes. He’s pleased about how you want to hear it all. You’ve walked through the gardens twice by the time he had gotten through the bulk of it but even so, you can feel that he hasn’t told you everything.

“Tell me more, Kepus.” You beg him, never wanting to leave his side again.

“Not all things are for your ears, sweetling.”

You pout. “What do you mean?”

“You are still just a little girl in many ways.” He holds your hand, his thumb drawing small circles on your knuckles.

“I will be married soon. I won’t be a little girl after that.” A hint of emotion flashes through his eyes as you speak the words.

“I’m not so sure you’re ready for that.” He murmurs, looking at your soft hands before you yank them from his grasp.

“How should you know what i’m ready for?” He’s surprised by your sharp response. He never would have expected you to use such a tone with him.

“Because I know you.”

“You knew me. We have not seen one another for years.” There’s hurt in your voice, in your eyes.

“I had a wife to attend to… a child.”

Both who are now dead.

“A woman grown would be able to understand that.” He says, patronizing you.

“I do understand that.” There’s such jealousy in your voice. You just want to be seen by him, in a way that is different from a little girl who is only now slightly less little.

“You have flowered, yes and you have gotten so beautiful but your petulance has yet to escape you.” He speaks so tenderly as he lifts your chin to force you to look in his eye, but you find his words cruel.

“I’m not petulant.” You protest, pulling your face from his hand. You hate his gentle touches when he’s being mean.

“A well-mannered girl wouldn’t speak to her uncle the way you do.”

“I am well-mannered, just not a pushover.” You say back to him.

“If that were true, you wouldn’t have looked at a man on his wedding day the way you looked at me.” It stings when he says it. You didn’t even realize he noticed the way you gazed at him when he said his vows, all your longing wrapped up in a single look.

“Will you truly hold me to a look I gave you five years ago?” You want to scoff or say something mean but you hold your tongue instead.

“I was too old for you then.” He sympathizes. You didn’t even realize he knew. Men aren’t unusually so perceptive, especially ones who are barely twenty years old.

“Eight years isn’t so long. Daemon and my mother are sixteen years apart.” You murmur, knowing there’s no point in pretending.

“Her Grace wasn’t twelve when she married him.”

“Lots of girls get married at twelve.” You think of your grandmother who married even younger.

“Yes, lots of girls do get married at twelve… and then they die in childbirth at thirteen.” He states seriously. Aemond has little interest in fucking children, whether they have bled or not. “It was not because I did not like you, mandianna.” He reaches for you again to bring you demeaning comfort that you do not want.

“Stop touching me.”

“I didn’t know it would hurt you so. I had assumed it would pass.” He knows you still yearn for him.

“You think I still desire you? I want a man who will treat me like a woman, not a babe!” You’re angry and humiliated and you lash out, wanting that childhood crush to finally die, because that’s all it could have possibly been, frivolous and childish.

“I apologize. I should not have assumed.” You know he’s saying it just to calm you because a man like him is not so stupid, just arrogant enough to think he could never be wrong.

“I don’t want your purportless apologies.” You say with venom.

He sighs. “Then allow me to give you the gifts I brought for you-”

“You wish to distract me with trinkets?”

He isn’t too sure of what to say. You were much meeker as a girl, easily won over with pretty things and kind words. You’re more confident now… more Targaryen.

“I just do not wish to argue when it’s been so long since I saw you last.”

“And whose fault is that? You’ve had two years to see me… I’m starting to think it’s now too late.”

And with that, you stomp off, leaving Aemond dazed and confused… and slightly impressed. Maybe you aren’t just a little girl anymore.

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[kazumist]

ALL OVER AGAIN .ᐟ

✩ — neuvillette gets a new problem: he finds himself crushing on you all over again.

✩ — includes: neuvillette x gn!reader. fluff fluff fluff!! no cws. wc: 503. reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated :D

if there was one thing that neuvillette didn’t expect to experience again ever since he got married to you, it would be him being attracted to you all over again.

he had no clue how or when this started again, but he just woke up one day and couldn’t stop admiring you. his eyes wouldn’t leave you; whenever you two touch, it feels like a burst of electricity is suddenly rushing through him; and god, every time you kiss him, he feels like he’s floating.

was this normal?

neuvillette snapped out of his thoughts when you started waving your hand in front of his face. “neuvi, are you okay? you’ve been staring at me for a while. was there something on my face?” you asked him with concern, setting down two teacups of tea on the table. neuvillette coughs into his fist and looks away out of embarrassment that he got caught staring at you like a lovesick boy.

“my apologies; it was not my intention to stare like that, but i do think that i might be having a fever," he says. after hearing his response, you immediately got closer to him, checking his temperature. 

and this makes neuvillette’s temperature rise higher, if that was still possible.

“well, your temperature is a bit hot right now, but it isn’t bad enough for a fever.” you replied. “ah, uhm.” huh, did he just stutter? did neuvillette actually just stutter? “is that so? that’s good news then.”

“love, are you sure you’re okay?” you asked him again.

well, it wouldn’t hurt for him to express his current concern, right?

he doesn’t nod to answer you, instead, he starts voicing himself out. “to be honest with you, dearest, i’ve been… having a few troubles lately. every time you walk into the same room that i’m in, i just can’t help but admire you. every time you open your mouth to speak, i find myself ignoring and putting down what i’m currently doing just to listen to what you have to say. and every time you kiss me… i feel my knees getting weak.”

you let out a giggle at his words, and your poor husband just looks at you in confusion. “was there something wrong with what i said?” he asks. “no, no, don’t worry, neuvi. you just sounded so cute.” you reassured him.

“but to answer your little problem, i think you’re in love with me.”

neuvillette is confused. “in love with you? but how could that be possible when i’m already married to you? i have always loved you, so why am i only feeling this now?”

now it was your turn to blush, trying to keep it cool when you just heard your husband say such things. “well, dearest, love is quite a complicated thing sometimes, isn’t it?" you say, lightly poking his nose.

this time, neuvillette nods. love may be a complicated thing to grasp, but all he knows is that he loves you. and nothing will ever change that.

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[flowercrowngods]

hello i’m attempting something for steddie week too, but it'll be one large thing probably @steddie-week

day 01: pining

2 new messages

eddie The Problem munson: —steeb —esteban —stefano  —stevie —love of my life apple of my eye pls pls tell me i can call you  —i am very chill etc etc —no i’m not  —let me call youuuu  —😠🥺🙏

Steve snorts as he picks up his phone and reads Eddie’s messages that keep coming in his usual spam of consciousness, a giddy feeling spreading in his chest as he snorts and goes to answer. 

— Call me then, coward 

Not a second later, his phone rings. Steve picks up immediately, even though he considers making Eddie wait; just to be difficult. Just to calm his racing heart that is always so lively around Eddie. 

“What,” he says, attempting to sound bored and annoyed — in vain, because even he can hear the smile on his face. Traitor, he thinks to himself. 

“Steve,” Eddie sing-songs, drawing out Steve’s name like he does every time he’s happy. “Steve, Steve, Stevie.” 

“Ed, Ed, Eddie,” he sings back, relaxing into his couch and shutting the laptop. Lesson planning can wait, he decides, shuffling all the loose pages into the text book and placing his laptop on the pile, trusting that physics won’t betray him. “What’s got you so happy, hm?” 

“Why do you think I’m happy?” Damn idiot has a smile on his face as he asks that, Steve can hear it. It makes his own grin widen and he huffs into the phone. 

“I literally know you, babe.” 

Babe. His heart flutters every time he says it — and he tries not to, because it’s meaningless, it’ll never happen. But Eddie picks it back up every time, and Steve is weak. God, he is so, so weak. 

On the other end, Eddie hums and Steve basks in the sound for a moment. It’s always so contagious, Eddie’s happiness, and he wants to soak it all up. Wants to be the reason for it. Wants, wants, wants. 

“You do,” Eddie says, his voice so light and fond it makes Steve’s whole body tingle. And his heart flutter. And it fills him with such happiness that he feels like he could take on the entire world right now, just with the way Eddie’s voice went all soft on him. 

God, he’s hopeless. So, so hopeless. But he’s also weak. An addict, leeching off Eddie’s attention, getting a kick out of the smallest dose, and absolutely certain he couldn’t survive if it were taken from him. He needs it. Even if it kills him a little bit, because— 

“She said yes.” 

Steve blinks. “Huh?” 

“Chrissy. She said— She said yes, Stevie. We’re getting married.” 

He says it and he sounds so happy. So, so happy. And Steve is the world’s worst best friend for the way he freezes, the way he almost drops his phone if it weren’t for the vice grip he has on it, frozen in time and space because his heart has stopped beating. It has stopped, surely, because no beating heart can hurt this much. No beating heart can crack open and still work the way it used to three, five, seven seconds ago. 

Eddie, bless his entire soul, laughs to fill the silence, and it’s the happiest sound. A boyish one, like there is no pain in the world and not a worry on his mind. A bit hysterical, too. Like he can’t believe it himself yet. Like this is the best day of his life and saying it again has reminded him of it. At least that’s what Steve imagines it feels like when someone wants to be married to you. He wouldn’t know, of course, as the only person he would ever ask is already engaged to someone else. Apparently. 

Eddie is engaged. 

Engaged and laughing and so, so happy. 

And Steve feels nauseous. Dizzy. Breathless. His eyes begin to sting and the hand that’s holding his phone begins to tremble, his grip so tight it hurts. 

Steve feels… too much. His hands tremble and he tries hard not to cry. 

“You’re getting married.” 

“We’re getting married.” 

They’re getting married. 

Fuck. 

Someone has to tell Robin. Because in true Platonic Soulmate manner, Steve and Robin fell in love with the two people who are in love with each other. Like the chaotic mess they are. 

“Sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner,” Eddie continues, a bit more sober now. Sounding genuine and sufficiently awkward about it, in true Eddie-manner. Like the big old softie he secretly is. “I would have, but…” 

But I know you’re in love with me and didn’t want to burden you with the love I carry for someone who isn’t you, Steve’s brain auto-fills helpfully. But you keep flirting with me and there was never room for someone else when I was with you. 

But, but, but— 

He swallows and drags in a deep breath past the pain in his throat where all the words he can never say are forming a massive lump. 

“Hey man, don’t worry about that, we all know I suck at keeping secrets,” he offers. And it’s a lie, because he has kept this one thing secret for years and years. This one thing, this huge and all-encompassing thing that he can feel in the tips of his fingers when he is texting Eddie, and on his tongue when they are talking, and in his heart even when he is sleeping. 

This one thing, this one secret, is his never-ending love for Eddie. 

And he will add another one to that, a lovely little friend for it. To keep it company. That other secret, of course, will be the way his heart has shattered into a million little pieces and will remain that way until he can’t even look at Eddie anymore. And even then will he look at Eddie and smile at him, and Eddie will smile back and the pain will flare up again.

Again and again and again, for the rest of their lives. Possibly even beyond that. 

“You do suck at that,” Eddie chuckles, though it is quieter this time, almost private. Fond. Gentle. Always, always like that. It used to mean something once. And if Steve closes his eyes, he can imagine that Eddie smiles his secret smile, the one Steve has only seen directed at himself. It almost breaks him. 

Eddie’s I have known you for a whole eternity and love you beyond words, silly, but you also make my life so much harder-smile. That’s what he has dubbed it because that is what Eddie had said the first time he smiled like that when Steve was drunk off his ass. 

But. But, but, but— 

It’s no use to think of that now, to reminisce and imagine what might have been if… Well. If Steve weren’t Steve. 

And that sure is a dark path he doesn’t want to trudge now, not in the face of the even darker path of Eddie getting married that he sure as hell will have to walk down for the rest of his life. 

He sighs and tries to think of something to say. Something good. Something that is not Please don’t marry Chrissy. Please don’t take yourself away from me. Please. Please don’t get married to anyone who isn’t me. Please open your eyes and see me, please listen to me, please understand what I say when I say I love you. Please.  

He kind of spaces out for the rest of the conversation, not really listening to Eddie’s words over the ringing in his ears and the pumping beat of his shattered heart. 

Eddie speaks softly to him, the undercurrent of happiness and contentment still in his voice, and it would give Steve life, it would be contagious, it would be so very precious if it didn’t also drive the knife of pain ever deeper into Steve’s entire soul, slicing him apart with no one around to put him back together again.  

Splitting him in half. One half that just wants Eddie to be happy, to sound like he does right now for ever and ever. And the other half, loathing that Eddie’s happiness is not inspired by him, not because of him, not in any sort of relation to him. 

It’s not fair. And Steve is torn. So he shuts himself off and lets Eddie ramble, tells him that he is tired after pulling an all-nighter again and wrangling the his difficult seventh graders that were particularly hard on him today when the other man asks him if he is all right. 

“Steve,” Eddie sighs, and a traitorous tear rolls down Steve’s cheek at the caring exasperation he hears there. “How often do I need to tell you that sleep is important? You’re gonna wear yourself out at this rate. And the kids just suck.”  

“I know,” he says, and sniffs, willing the tears to not fall. Not until Eddie has hung up on him. 

“Aww. That emotional, huh?” 

At that, Steve sobs out a laugh and gladly accepts the way out. “Well, excuse me, my bestest friend whom I love very much is getting married soon! Or, well, I hope it’s soon, nobody has time for all that suspense. Anyway, I am allowed to be emotional about this!” 

Eddie chuckles again and sighs gently. “Yes, you are. I’m glad you are. Thank you, Stevie.” 

Don’t thank me. Not for this. Not over this, please, don’t thank me. 

“Don’t thank me,” he says with a grin, and it hurts his cheeks from how forced it is. “Thank yourself for being brave enough to actually go through with the proposal! We both know you’re chicken shit.” 

Just like me, he thinks. Just like me. 

They laugh and it sounds hollow to Steve’s ears. He just wants the phone call to end, wants this to be over with. Wants them to not get married. Never, ever, in this life or the next. 

He wants… he wants Robin. No, he needs his best friend, his soulmate. He can’t cry alone, not about this. 

Eventually, Eddie hangs up, that smile still so audibly his lips, and that painful happiness still very clear in his voice. Steve wants to share it. But he can’t.

All he can do is stare at the phone in his trembling hand before he closes his eyes and lets himself cry, his head falling back against the couch until he slumps over to one side. He stares and he cries until he can’t anymore. 

Eddie. The love of his life. Is getting married. To Chrissy, the other, platonic love of his life, who is like a sister to him. Who, coincidentally, is the love of his real platonic soulmate’s life.

Fucking hell, the mess they find themselves in!

After a while of pitifully staring at the wall, all cried out and feeling thoroughly pathetic, he lifts his phone and speed-dials Robin. 

“Stevie?” 

He sniffs, and it must sound as awful as he feels, for her next words are, “I’ll be right there. Alcohol or ice cream?” 

“Both?” he whimpers after a moment, and Robin hums right back. 

“I’ve got you. I’ll be there in ten.” 

She hangs up before he can say anything more, and he is overcome with all the love he holds for her. 

As he waits for her to come over, he does not move from the awkwardly half curled-up position on his couch, the lesson plans for tomorrow forgotten completely. This is his life now. His Eddie-less life. His engaged-Eddie life. His loveless, hopeless, endlessly pitiful life. 

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[lialacleaf]

To Care For A Woman

Chapter 6

Simon Riley x Reader

Summary: You join the army as a last-ditch effort to avoid destitution, but when you sustain an injury protecting Lieutenant Ghost and earn yourself a medical discharge, you're stuck all over again. Or maybe not...

Warnings: Tension, Simon wants to care for you, small reader, a little bit spicy but not NSFW, man worrying about a woman's safety, typical cannon violence, deception, I'm sorry it's unedited… Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Simon was struggling for the days following his return. You could tell that he was trying his best not to be a stick in the mud.

He’d been spending an awful lot of time in his shed, and you’d seen two new furniture additions to the house since his return.

You’d tried to pull him out of his head, getting him to bake bread with you in the kitchen, but despite his outward smile you could tell he was drowning.

It all came to a head while you and Moonbeam were sitting on the carpet in front of the Christmas tree.

Simon came to stand in front of you, a somber look on his face, and your smile faltered.

“Do you wanna talk?” You asked softly, patting the space beside you. You noted the large, orange envelope in his hands, and the duffel bag on his shoulder, and you tilted your head questioningly. Surely he wasn’t going on a mission. You hoped Price had the good sense not to send him out right now.

“I did something wrong,” he began. “I…I fucked up y/n.” Your jaw went slack, and you stood to your feet. “I can’t keep doing this. Can’t keep lying to you.”

He held out the duffel bag, and you accepted it with a wary gaze, setting it on the coffee table beside you.

You opened it slowly, the zipper catching a few times, and tried not to wince at the smell of his sweaty gear.

He just stared at you, this most agonized expression you’d ever seen in his eyes. “Simon,” you began as you emptied out the contents of the bag, but you froze when your fingers met hard plastic.

You pulled the object out, staring into the familiar faceplate sewn into a balaclava. You held your breath for a moment, eyes flicking between him and the mask.

There was no Tommy. No Lieutenant Ghost. Only Simon Ghost Riley. Your husband.

“You…you were him. This whole time?” You asked, standing up at him. It made sense. Simon Riley was dead. He was a Ghost.

“I’m sorry. M’ so sorry. I just wanted to help, and you were begging me to do something, I didn’t know what else to do-“

“You lied to me,” you whispered, eyes narrowing at him. You’d always known that he’d married you out of pity, that he’d felt somehow responsible for your position, but you didn’t realize it was because he was there. “Why would you do that? Am…am I a joke to you? You hated me-“

“No,” he said firmly. “I loved you, I loved you for a long time.”

“Then why didn’t you say that? Why lead me to believe that you were two different people! You made me feel worthless that day in the mess, why would you do that?”

Simon flinched as you raised your voice. “I…I was wrong to do that. I thought I was protecting you.”

“Protecting me from what, Simon?” You seethed.

He gulped. “From…Ghost.”

You punched the bridge of your nose. “What does that even mean?”

“Ghost isn’t a good person. He hurts people. He’s a stone-cold killer. He’s the worst part of me. You wouldn’t have been able to love Ghost,” his voice wavered, and you closed your eyes, biting your lip.

“I already loved Ghost,” you whispered, not daring to open your eyes. “You didn’t need to lie to me, Simon.”

He had tears in his eyes when you opened your own, and there was a bitter frown on his face. “Yeah,” he rasped. “Yeah, I fucked this up. I don’t know what I was thinking,” he shook his head.

You frowned deeply, crossing your arms over your chest. Ghost was your husband. You had married Ghost, and he’d lied to you about it. “You always do this,” you mumbled angrily. “I spent three years working my ass off on that task force, and you sidelined me the entire fucking time, and now you’re telling me you loved me, but you wanted nothing to do with me, so you just…became a different person? A version of you that didn’t even exist anymore?”

Simon was silent for a moment, before a choked sob left his lips. “I didn’t think there was anything good left in me until you came along,” he began. Your eyes softened slightly at his words. “For the first time in a long time I felt like Simon wasn’t completely gone, and I thought maybe you could bring him back but…Simon isn’t strong enough to deal with all the shit that Ghost does. I’m sorry I couldn’t be better for you.”

He held out the envelope, and you accepted it with a wary glance at his tear stained face.

The deed to the property, the keys to the truck, and a substantial amount of cash sat nestled inside. “Simon?” You asked in a warning tone.

“You didn’t sign up for this. You married Simon, not Ghost, and I…I can’t be just Simon for you.”

You shook your head. “No,” you said, your eyes narrowing. “Oh hell no, you are not getting out of this that easily.”

He tilted his head at you in pure confusion, and you resisted the urge to slap him. “I don’t want your fucking house, or your car, or your money! I want you to fix this!” You seethed.

“I-I’m trying-“

“No. You made a mistake and you’re trying to run away from it because you’re afraid I won’t accept you if you’re not perfect! Get over yourself, Simon! I’m not perfect! I lied to my parents about my job, which sure as hell isn’t as bad as this mess, but it still wasn’t right.”

“You don’t want me to leave?” He asked softly, and you took a deep breath.

“No.”

“But you’re angry with me.”

“Fucking furious,” you agreed.

“I…don’t understand.”

“I don’t need you to protect me, Simon. I just need you to be willing to stand beside me.”

You set his farewell package on the table, and took his hand in yours.

“I don’t know what to do,” he whispered.

“You can start by telling me how the hell you got into this Ghost mess, and then you can promise me you’re never gonna lie to me again,” you demanded.

Simon’s eyes locked with your own, and he felt his breath catch. There was a fire blazing in your eyes, and he realized that you, for as fragile and small as you were, you were nothing like his mother. You were strong, and resilient. You were powerful in your own, special way. And you were giving him a second chance.

“I’m so sorry,” he began. “I’m so, so sorry, y/n.” I did a terrible thing, I tricked you, and I never should have done that.”

You nodded in agreement, settling your hands on his shoulders. You were angry with him, and hurt by what he’d done, but you still loved him, and despite his actions, you didn’t doubt that he loved you. It was a sobering thought. The mighty Ghost, on his knees begging for a woman’s forgiveness.

“I was just a kid when I joined the army, I had to get out of my mum and dad’s house, he did awful things to us that I have no business making someone as good as you listen to,” he said. “My brother became an addict, and I had to leave for a while to get him straight. He got married, had a kid, and things were fine so I went back in, started doin’ private work, and then shit hit the fan. I was held hostage for months, and when I finally made it out they hunted me down…” he trailed off, his breathing going ragged as he recounted the events.

“They found your family,” you finished, gently stroking wet cheeks. He looked up at you in surprise, and you bit your lip. “I read the obituaries,” you explained.

“You knew?” He asked in disbelief, and you nodded. “And you didn’t figure it out?”

You frowned, looking at your feet as you were unable to meet his gaze. “I thought Tommy was Ghost,” you admitted, and Simon’s shoulders tensed beneath your fingers. You could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t like the thought of that one bit.

“Simon,” you said softly, bringing his attention back to you. “Promise me you’ll never lie to me,”

“I swear on my mum’s grave,” he rasped as you cupped his cheeks.

“Promise me you’re not gonna try to be someone you’re not.”

His lower lip twitched and his jaw clenched, but he nodded. “I promise.”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you pulled him against your chest as you buried your nose in his dirty blonde hair.

“They buried me alive,” he said all of a sudden, and you blinked in confusion.

“What?” You asked in horror.

“They buried me with another man’s body and I dug out with his jaw bone. That’s why they call me Ghost.”

You stared at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw, before blinking away your momentary lapse. “Is that why you don’t like sleeping under the blanket?” You asked.

He nodded like a scolded child and you let out a long sigh, squeezing him tightly. You were going to get this man into therapy if it was the last thing you did.

“Thank you,” he murmured, tilting his head up to meet your gaze. “I don’t deserve this.”

“That’s not how love works, Simon,” you said, brushing his hair away from his face. “And I’m still pretty mad at you,” you grumbled.

“I’ll take it,” he murmured against your shoulder. “Y/n,” he said softly, standing to his full height. “You can’t tell anyone who I am. Not your family or your friends-“

“I get it. It’s between you and me,” you said, and he nodded.

“You and me.”

AN: it’s not done yet I promise, plenty more to come~ you all thought she was gonna find out on her own~ SIKE~ the guilt was just gonna eat him alive until it broke him. You’ve been cordially invited to cry.

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[violettduchess]

A/N: It was SUCH a close poll but Clavis managed to beat out both Gilbert and Cyran to win so he is the Prince suitor for @aquagirl1978 and my Summer Days Sultry Nights CCC.

The prompt was "Sundress"

I wanted to experiment a little with form. I had written one Leonardo fic last year that was only dialogue and wanted to try it again.

modiste: a fashionable milliner or dressmaker

WC: ~500

“Clavis? Could you come here a moment, please?”

“Is my lovely wife missing me already? I haven’t even left the room yet!”

“Clavis.”

“Alright little lamb, I’m coming. Oh dear, am I allowed behind the changing screen? I may see something I shouldn’t and my, wouldn’t that be scandalous.”

“Clavis, we’re married.”

“Ah yes, and what a dream it’s been since the wedding. I have a particularly fond memory of sneaking off during the reception and–”

“Clavis!”

“I’m here, Mrs. Lelouch and…….ah…..oh dear. Oh dearie me. What have you done?”

“Please help me. When I tried it on at the modiste, she helped me with all the straps. She made it seem so easy to get into this damned dress but now…..I think I’ve made a mess of it.”

“Hmm. I am quite certain that you are exposing body parts that are exclusively for the blessed eyes of your beloved husband and no one else. Let me just tuck that back–”

“Clavis, you have to fix the whole dress. Not just squish me into some of it! Also that hurts. They’re attached, you know.”

“Are they? I should feel again just to be sure and- ouch! My little bunny turns violent. It’s quite charming how fiery you are.”

“I will swat your hands away if you try that again. I just need- oof– help untwisting these straps here. I believe some of them should go across that way.”

“My, who knew garments could be so complex. Where is the style of simplicity?"

“Says the man who wears seven belts.”

“Only on occasion. Now be a sweetheart and bend your arm like so. Just….further down, darling.”

“My arm doesn’t bend that way!”

“Wait…wait…ah, I believe this particular strap goes like this. Much better. I should consult with your modiste when constructing my next trap. She appears to be a natural.”

“She would never. She is a lady.”

“So were you and I still managed to capture your heart, charm you until you couldn’t bear to be without me, fill your nights with dreams of Lelouchian delight.”

“Oh for heaven’s sake.”

“Your tone notwithstanding, I know you are thrilled to be Mrs. Lelouch. And would Mrs. Lelouch care to duck underneath this strap, watch your head. Ah. My, my, would you look at that. It really IS a beautiful dress.”

“You did it!”

“Of course I did. I am a man of my word and also, I’m an incredibly talented– Mmmph.”

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“You’re leaving me quite breathless, sweetheart. My eyes close and you kiss me, my eyes open and I see you in this positively marvelous dress with oh so much back exposed. I hardly know what to do with myself.”

“Husband.”

“Yes, my lovely wife.”

“You were able to wrangle me into this ordeal of a dress…..”

“Mmm hmm.”

“How about you now wrangle me out of it?”

“Oh?........Oh. OH. With the greatest of pleasure, my dear. The GREATEST of pleasure.”

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[babiebom]

Howdy do! I just found your blog not too long ago and I already absolutely love your headcanons for everyone! (Esp my baby, Seb). I was wondering if you could possibly do like headcanons or a scenario of Mr. Qi finding out that y/n/the farmer is preggo with his kid? (assuming that they would already be married or together in some way). If not, then that's totally okay! I just think that he'd be a really good dad and hubby

A/N: HIII lmao the howdy lowkey triggered me(not in a bad way I promise I’m just southern) but yes it’s no problem at all!! Idk which you’d prefer of headcanons or a scenario so I’m going to combine them <3 hope you enjoy!!

Tw: some cursing, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy troubles, I refer to him as Qi instead of Mr.Qi bc I think it would be strange to refer to your husband like that lmao. M

AFAB reader lmk if I should tag anything else!!

Bc/wc: 10/ I think around 400-500

Stardew Valley Masterlist

I think if you get pregnant it’s because you were purposefully trying to have a baby

Like dude is taking no chances he is not in his slutty era he likes being cool and mysterious and being a baby daddy to random kids is not that

I personally think that he wouldn’t jump for joy or anything

Like yes he’s excited and happy but I don’t think that’s him at all

That baby would actually be the most loved child because again I don’t think he’d just be making a baby if he wasn’t a hundred percent sure he wanted one.

Actually would spend so much time trying to make everything as comfortable as possible for you

Helps with all the decorating even if he has a few odd tastes

I think he knows a few tricks to be more comfortable during pregnancy and labor

Is absolutely already getting everything ready for labor even if you just find out that you’re pregnant

Again I think he is more excited than he shows. He’s just good at maintaining a clam exterior

After months of negative tests, your excitement and hope has dwindled. Like yeah, getting pregnant takes some time but it still hurt every single time you didn’t get what you want. But now, by the grace of whatever God there may be, you’re holding a positive test in your hand while three others sit on the counter in front of you. You haven’t even pulled your pants up because after the first test had come back positive you had sat back down on the toilet to take another test.

Everything you had been wanting is coming true, and while things could go wrong between now and nine months ahead of you, you still feel the excitement crawling its way into your body after being lost. You can’t help the squeals of excitement that leave your mouth as you struggle to breathe and dance around in happiness with your pants still at your ankles.

There was so much to do, so much to plan. Baby showers, getting a birth plan, your hospital bag, the nursery, working more so you have enough money to splurge, baby clothes, diapers, decorations, doctor’s appointments…there’s so much that you’re unable to keep the joy in.

And you still had to tell your husband. You wanted to have a cute little reveal for him, to let him know that the two of you had finally achieved the first part of your dreams, but the actual you knew that you would have no time really to plan, nor do you think he would be surprised. He somehow always had a way of knowing things you didn’t.

Without any predictability, Qi walks into your home, the only way you’re able to tell is the front door closing a bit loudly. Quickly you pull up your pants and gather the positive tests, shoving them all into the boxes hands shaking with your giddiness. “You’re home!” You run over and engulf your husband with a hug. He grasps you just as tightly and when you pull back he’s smirking as if he knows something you don’t. You have the same facial expression because this time it’s you who knows something he doesn’t.

“You’re rather excited aren’t you?” He asks, eyebrow quirking up in amusement.

“I am, you wanna know why?” You ask, unable to keep still. You bring the box’s in between you two, smiling at him. “Take a look.”

He pulls a pregnancy test out of a box and his smile never falters, and he doesn’t really seem surprised. You don’t let it upset you though, knowing that he feels exactly the same as you do. He presses a kiss to your head and returns the test to the box.

“Well,” he clasped his hands together, “we have a lot to do now don’t we?”

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[wutheringcaterpillar]

The One That Got Away

Summary: It had been a year since your ex-husband Tommy had seen you. He was hoping for the chance to see you again to show you how much he has cleaned up and changed for you. He didn't think that when he saw you again, you'd be engaged to one of his closest friends.

Warnings: Smut, p-in-v

Thomas thought his eyes were deceiving him.

Throughout the crowded room filled with women wearing beautiful, exemplary gowns, and their makeup and hair done elegantly, only one woman stood out to him.

The one he treated so unfairly, so immaturely but was always the most respectful, most beautiful, most hypnotizing woman in the room.

He froze in place, jaw clenched when he saw you standing there, hair flowing down, your bright red lipstick and silver dress. It shattered him inside to see your once innocent eyes that he corrupted by the way he handled your marriage.

It was as if he was seeing a ghost and it broke his heart.

He wanted to fix things, wanted to prove to you how much he’s changed and improved, all in the hopes of seeing you one day.

He just didn’t think the day he did see you again you’d be engaged to his dear friend Alfie Solomons.

“Brotha!” Alfie pulled Thomas out of his gaze, pulling him into a friendly bear hug.

“You’re engaged to my ex wife Alfie.” Alfie pulled away from the hug, taking a swig from his flask. It seems someone at this party had already beat him to the punch of telling Tommy the news.

“I am. I am.” Alfie rubbed at his beard, eyebrows etched together trying to think of just the right words to explain.

“I can’t really explain how it happened. She was looking for comfort after your divorce, right? It was all innocent, just things get a little complicated mate. Y’know what I mean, yeah?” Tommy knew all too well what he meant.

He let his business get in the way of his marriage to you, he allowed other women into his life for nights when you weren't around. He’s the one that made it complicated.

“Yeah, yeah. I know what you mean Alfie.”

Staring off into the distance, both of their eyes landed on you, mingling with strangers, and Tommy felt strange that he was doing it out of making sure you were safe even though that was no longer his job.

“I haven’t seen her smile like that in years Alfie. Not since our wedding did she have that bright, beautiful smile.” Thomas tried his best to keep a straight face but Alfie could see right through him in his broken, hurting state.

Alfie had no bad intentions and didn’t plan to fall in love with you. He wasn’t out to get Thomas,never has been, never will be.

“She’s perfect ain’t she?” Tommy looked away, pondering if Alfie would allow him to talk to you one last time.

“Do you mind if I have a word with Y/N, it will only be a couple of minutes.” Alfie extended his hand respectfully in the direction of you to where you were talking with your friend to let Tommy air his thoughts out to you.

“Just don’t try none of that charming, conning crap on my future bride to be!” All joking aside, Tommy nodded sincerely, ever so grateful that the man he still calls his friend hasn’t changed.

Alfie also knew it wouldn’t be from a bad place and his friend wouldn’t sabotage him or you. Tommy thanked him graciously before making his way to you.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him dressed in his suit and tie, hair smoothly combed, still looking as handsome as the day you married him, making your breath hitch in your throat.

You had moved on, you were happy, but there was something about Tommy that would always stick with you.

A few of the women surrounding you giggled and blushed when Tommy approached you.

“Hello, I was wondering if I could have a moment with Y/N?” Tommy looked at you for an answer with his crystal blue eyes that looked guilty, but pleading in the hope you would give him the chance.

Alfie stood by the wall, chatting with your sister as he kept an eye from afar.

“Can we make this short?”

“One last dance. That’s all I’m asking.”

You looked over to your fiancé as Tommy extended his hand as an invitation. Alfie nodded, reassuring you he hasn’t got a problem with it.

He wasn’t the jealous type and he still trusted Tommy as a friend and you as his future wife.

Taking his hand, there was still that sense of an electric current moving through your veins when your skin touched.

His hands were cold, as they’d always been, but it still gave you the sense of being safe. Nonetheless, you’d never be able to forgive Tommy for all the things he had managed to do to you in the short one year you were married.

The music changed, into a slower tempo and you followed in Tommy’s footsteps. “So engaged to one of my close friends, eh? Didn’t see that one coming.” Tommy chuckled, no hatred in his voice. “Well there’s a lot of things we don’t see coming, isn’t there Tommy?” He sighed and his eyebrows etched in guilt when he thought of all the ways he went wrong and treated you terribly.

When he spoke his voice was hoarse, and you could tell in his eyes this was difficult for him and he was trying to keep his composure without breaking down. That wouldn’t be fair to you.

“Yes, there is. Alfie’s a good man, a much better man than I could ever be. I took the insecure way with you. I couldn’t face myself and I wasn’t there for you. I know Alfie will be.”

“I’d like to clarify neither of us wanted you to find out like this.” Tommy twirled you slowly and caught you in his arms securely. He’d never let you fall again. Your eyes connected with his. Something about his baby blue eyes always felt like they would draw you in, drag you back but you’ve made progress in the two years you haven’t see him. That was no longer possible.

“Our love went cold because of me, and it would be very unfair of me to have an opinion on your engagement. I just want you to be happy Y/N.”

“I am happy, and I just want to say, I do forgive you. Alfie has taught me so much, and made me realize in not forgiving, I will never be truly at peace.” Hearing you say you forgive him, made the growing heart inside his chest feel as if it was slowly starting to shatter into pieces.

Thomas couldn’t stop the one, singular tear stream down his cheek. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness by any means, he didn’t deserve to even have this dance with you.

The song was nearing an end but you didn’t feel like you had anymore words to say.

Maybe Thomas has changed but it was quite too little too late.

In one last twirl, he dipped you and caught you in his strong, toned arm, other hand intertwined with yours.

All time felt like it stopped when you locked eyes one last time.

As the music changed, he still had you in this position and the people around you started to disperse.

“I still and always will, love you Y/N.”

Memories of your past together flashed their way through your mind. What was a beautiful, romantic start, and the way he first asked you to join him for dinner. He was quite the gentleman and went out of his way to surprise you with small trinkets, and expensive jewelry but then the rotten memories of catching him with women and lying to you about his business affairs found their way into your mind, breaking you out of this trance you found yourself in so much.

He didn’t break eye contact once and you were still staring into his convincing, yet sincere blue eyes. He was being truthful; he was putting himself in a fragile state by speaking his true feelings.

He assisted you in standing up and guided you back to where Alfie was still talking with your sister. Tommy nodded at her.

“Allison, nice to see you again. Hope you’ve been well.” Your sister made a disgusted face, she seemed to be the only woman in Birmingham that was never affected or influenced by Tommy’s charms and looks.

Alfie pulled you gently into his side, holding you with a loving arm around your waist. He handed you your coat that he had been holding and assisted you in putting it on.

“I’ve had a grand idea, Tommy my boy, why don’t you come to our wedding, yeah? I was going to ask you to be my best man, but I can see that may be difficult considering the circumstances, right?” Tommy shook his head, not feeling as if he should be there. You both knew Thomas had grown up, but Alfie wanted his best mate there in support, he wanted Tommy’s support.

“C’mon. Past is the past yeah? I can’t have my wedding day without my best mate Tommy Shelby there, now can I? Of course, if that’s alright with you love?” You nodded in agreement.

Tommy and Alfie had known each other longer than you’d known either of them, but it would warm you heart to know that Thomas could set the past aside and move on.

Thomas wanted to be there for you, but he wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing you at the altar with another man. “I’ll sleep on it, eh?” You both nodded before Alfie noticed you were shivering.

“Are you cold love, yeah? Why don’t we get the car, and I’ll drive us home. That damn dog is probably tearing everything a part with how long we’ve been at this social shit show anyway.” Tommy said his goodbyes and went to excuse himself to go and talk to Ada but before he could, you stopped him.

“Thomas.” He looked back at you with winded, yet content eyes. “Y/N. Alfie, treat her well. Don’t let her get away like I did.” You wanted to thank him for his modesty and honesty but he didn’t give you the chance.

“Well I’m not fucking stupid now am I mate?” Thomas laughed and waved him off before bidding you both ado.

~

The rain pattered against the window of the car as you lay your head rested on Alfie’s shoulder. “You didn’t have to give him that opportunity, you’re far more gracious than I am at times, and that’s one of the things I love about you y’know.”

“I know love but who am I to deny him the chance of forgiveness.” You bit your lip, looking up at your husband to be. He leaned down and placed a kiss to your lips, his beard gently rubbing against your soft delicate skin.

~

When you had arrived home, the two of you we’re greeted with Cyril laying at the door asleep. “Lazy fuck, couldn’t even do the dishes could yuh?” You smacked Alfie playfully as he leaned down to give the sweet pup a hearty, loving pet.

Once upstairs the two of you took a hot much needed shower. The water ran down your cold skin and you couldn’t help but hug your husband around the waist, pressing your head into his firm, toned back.

Tracing your fingers around his muscular figure.

Alfie was in more than great shape, every toned muscle, curving his body just perfectly. It turned you on more knowing that this man was yours and he wasn't going anywhere.

Turning he ran his hand through his hair, slicking it back, making you bite down on your bottom lip, looking up at him with begging, lustful eyes. He stared down at you with dark eyes, as his member downstairs began to grow.

You ran your hand down his chest, further to his happy little trail where you rested your hand upon his plump tip, rubbing it ever so agonizingly slow that he was beginning to lose patience. He had been wanting to fuck you all night long seeing you in what he thought was way too tight of a dress.

“Jump.” In an instant you were wrapping your legs around his waist and he had caught you with his firm, large hands and they settled right underneath both your ass cheeks that he could devour any second of the day.

Lining himself with your entrance, as soon as you felt his tip in just the right spot, you dropped your body weight down onto his large member, forcing a throaty groan that sounded like music to your ears to escape from your husband to be’s rough lips.

You felt complete, like your body was whole when his cock was buried deep within you.

“Fuck love, you’re so fucking tight.” He couldn’t help but start to rapidly pound into you over and over again at the sight of your tits dripping with water and at the feeling of your ass cheeks cupping his hands rather perfectly. “My bride to fucking be!”

“Harder.”

“Darling if I go any harder i might snap you in fuckin half.” Tugging at his hair you aligned your lips next to his ear.

“I said fucking harder.”

Wasting no time, he slammed you against the shower wall as the water continued to fall, thrusting in and out of you, his dick hitting all the right spots, you were already feeling yourself soaking him and you were close.

Your moans began to get louder, and he demanded you look at him when you were about to cum.

The sight of your fucked out eyes, and how desperately close you were to cumming took control of him. He didn’t hold back.

His free hand found its way to one of your tits grabbing it roughly, tugging at your hardened nipple. He continued at his pace and he could feel your walls squeezing around him. Within seconds you both were cumming, his warm seed shooting up into you, coating your insides. “Fuck me! Are you alright love?” You nodded still trying to catch your breath.

“I love you Alfie Solomons.” He couldn’t help but grin and smirk to himself. “Yeah I bet you fuckin do future Mrs. Solomons. after that fucking. I love you too.”

He placed a kiss to your lips before turning off the water. “Now why don’t we get to bed, yeah? Long fucking two weeks ahead of us.”

~

The two weeks until the wedding had passed rather quickly as you had been so busy with planning and now here you were standing in your dress, awaiting for the doors to open.

You were nervous to see Alfie cleaned up, and in a tuxedo on a day like today because you were scared of crying out of happiness.

When the door opened and you were met with the room full of people the first person you noticed and was the only one that turned around was sitting in back row right by the door.

There Thomas was staring at you, taking in your white eccentric dress, and your hair pinned up in the thin white vail.

He smiled at you in adoration and you silently mouthed a thank you to him for coming.

Thomas had made a vow to himself that he had let you fall too many times, and he wanted to be there whenever you asked him, never again would he let you down.

Once you reached the altar Alfie was smiling bright, fully with his teeth showing. He was astonished at how amazing you looked, and it absolutely took his breath away. “You look fucking beautiful sweetheart.” A tear was rolling down his cheek, his eyes full of love and joy that the day had finally come that he was marrying the woman of his dreams.

Trying your best to hold back tears from ruining your makeup you thanked him as the priest began the ceremony.

The vows were exchanged, no objections said. “You may kiss the bride.”

“You bet your ass I’m gonna kiss her, and more tonight!” Everyone laughed at his joke and in a lightning movement Alfie’s hands were on both of your cheeks pulling you into his welcoming plush lips in a kiss that you wished would last forever.

Tommy stayed seated in the back row, he may be regretful but all he wanted was for you to be happy, even if it meant it wasn’t with him. He watched as you walked hand in hand with Alfie down the aisle as a newly happy married couple.

He reminisced back to the day where that was him and you, ready to take on the world, but he understood he needed to move on.

Standing up and setting the pamplet down on the pew, he began to clap for the two of you.

Tommy was proud of you for getting away from him, even if it hurt him but he felt more at ease knowing that the man you were marrying would never hurt you or even think about doing half the things he did to you.

Winking at you, he smiled. All he could now was a friend to you, continue to be a friend to Alfie, and accept the consequences of his mistakes.

#tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #alfie solomons #alfie solomons imagine #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #ranaewrites

[ijustreallylovethem]

prompt 56 with jamie

you absentmindedly chewed on your hoodie string, looking at the tv playing a movie but completely zoned out. you had been nervous ever since jamie and trevor left the house a few hours ago and now your nerves were spiked because they should be home any minute.

today was jamie’s first full practice after his injury last season and you had no clue how it was going to go. he had been optimistic, saying that it felt like the injury had never even happened. you were a little wary. sure, he had gone through physical therapy, taken the recommended amount of time off, and been cleared to play again. but a part of you worried about all the different outcomes of him going back to practice. he wouldn’t be as good or as strong as he was before his time off and it would frustrate him, he would hurt himself again, and on and on.

the front door opened and you were shook out of your daze. the hoodie string fell from your lips and you turned to see trevor making his way through the door. he smiled when he saw you and you instantly returned it. trevor wandered further into the house as jamie made his way in and closed the door behind himself, taking his shoes off and looking up to find you. he looked exhausted but still gave a lazy grin when he saw you, making his way over to the couch. he practically threw himself down, his head landing on your thighs and his eyes instantly closing.

“how was it?” you asked softly, letting your fingers rake through his hair.

“i’m so glad i’m finally able to get back out there but i am so tired.” you laughed lightly at his words.

“how’s your shoulder feel?”

“can barely tell i ever hurt it.” you let out a small happy sigh, patting his shoulder a few times.

“what do you say we go to your room and you can take a nap?” he practically moaned at the thought, standing up and offering you a hand to pull you to your feet as well. he led you to his room, where he flopped down on the bed. you shut the door and then slipped under the covers, whining when you realized he was laying on top of them. you yanked at the blanket and he smiled, sitting up to take off his shirt and throw it across the room before moving under the blanket as well. he opened his arms to let you cuddle up to him but you shook your head.

“come here, i’ll scratch your back for you.”

“oh my god, please just marry me already,” he mumbled as he got comfortable on top of you. you giggled, slowly running your nails up and down his back.

“don’t say things you don’t mean just because you’re sleepy, jame.”

“who said i didn’t mean it?” you paused, and jamie shifted so he could easily look up at you. “you think i don’t have a ring bought and stashed somewhere?”

“are you actually proposing to me right now? because you know the answer is yes.” he smiled, getting up and walking over to the closet. he pulled a box from one of his suit jackets and turned around to see you smiling at him.

“well then, just gotta put the ring on your finger to make it official.”

#nhl #jamie drysdale #blurb

[sirianasims]

Chapter 33

Forever & Always

I had hoped the constant worrying would go away after we got married. After all, wasn’t that what I had been waiting for? And then we had Hailey, and a year later we had a mortgage in Copperdale, far away from everyone we knew. I was also pregnant again.

I loved my little family with an intensity that scared me, and it made my anxiety even worse.

Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and go to Hailey’s room, just to check that she was still breathing, and hadn’t been taken or hurt somehow.

I couldn’t go back to bed until I felt certain that she was fine.

In the mornings I woke up next to Samuel, wondering how much longer it would take before he was tired of me.

Or maybe he would fall in love with someone else. Or get in some sort of horrible accident or get sick and die, leaving me all alone.

I was constantly on edge.

Some days it felt like my anxiety sucked all the air from the house and even Samuel was struggling to breathe around me.

On those days, the fights got bad.

“I am not asking for much, Samuel, I just want you to spend a little time with your family sometimes! But you always put work first, like Hailey and I aren’t important! Like you don’t even care about us!”

“You’re being ridiculous, this has nothing to do with my work. This is about you and your own fucked up issues, Freya. Just like no amount of medals or trophies were ever going to make you feel good enough, there’s nothing I can do or say to convince you that I care.”

“You keep expecting me to manage all these feelings you’re having about random shit. You don’t just wear your emotions on your sleeve, you make them other people’s problem. My problem. And I can’t bring my bad mood to work, people depend on me. I’m a doctor, I have a responsibility to my patients, and -“

“I am aware that you’re a doctor, Samuel – because you never ever let me forget it! But you’re also a husband and a father and you have certain responsibilities here too!”

Yesterday had been pretty bad.

Samuel was quiet the next morning. I walked up to him as he was getting ready to leave for work.

“I’m sorry about last night. It’s just hormones. Promise you’ll come back.”

“Dammit, Freya, why are you so afraid that I’m going to leave you? Do you really think I’d give up on my wife, my daughter and my unborn child just because of a stupid argument? Do you not trust me at all?”

“You did once leave me for several years just because I wouldn’t kiss you.”

“Are you serious? That was a decade ago! We were fifteen, Freya!”

“I know, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just having my stupid feelings as usual. I’ll try not to bother you with them.”

“Freya, don’t. Please. Not now.”

“Listen, I promise that I will be back tonight, but right now I really need to get to the hospital. I’m already late.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Everything I did wore Samuel down, and I knew I was doing it, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed him to stop me, to calm me down. I’d argue with him about things I didn’t even care about, just to have him look at me and tell me that everything was fine. To make him remind me, just once more, that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Only in bed were we in perfect sync. By now it was like a precisely choreographed dance, the same every time. We’d go to bed, turn off the lights. Most nights, we would kiss and say goodnight and then turn around, falling asleep with our backs to each other.

Occasionally, maybe once or twice a month, one of us would make the kiss linger ever so slightly, and then Samuel would move his hands down my body, making sure I was ready before entering me.

On those nights, we’d fall asleep with our bodies pressed close. It was nice. And it was a break from the reality of what we had become. But as I got close to my due date, even that stopped.

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[tickle-bugs]

I have a Glinda and Elphaba prompt idea! Feel free to change things or take anything out. My prompt is semi based on the scene in the show where Glinda tells Elphaba that they should share secrets with eachother. Glinda’s secret is that she is really ticklish so of course Elphaba has to take advantage of that. Elphaba then shares her secret which is that she has never been tickled so Glinda (with Elphaba’s permission) helps Elphaba learn what being tickled feels like.

Secrets, Secrets

“Your very first party? Your very first party ever?! How do you feel?” Glinda bounces around in front of Elphaba’s bed. 

“Different.” Elphaba crosses her legs beneath her. She tracks Glinda back and forth, back and forth. 

“Of course you do! Elphie—“ Glinda comes to a screeching halt, blinking her big, sparkly eyes— “Can I call you Elphie?” 

“It’s a bit…perky.” Elphaba grimaces as supportively as she can. 

“To christen our new friendship, we should…tell each other something we’ve never told anyone.” Glinda flops onto Elphaba’s bed and they both bounce. She grabs for Elphaba’s hands, loud and insistent. 

“I’ll go first. Fiyero and I are going to be married!” Glinda squeals. 

“He’s asked you already?” Elphaba frowns. 

“No, he doesn’t know yet.” 

“Then that’s not much of a secret, is it?” Elphaba raises her eyebrow. Glinda pouts. She hums to herself in thought as her eyes scan the room. 

“Fine…I keep a reserve of extra glitter for formal events.” She gestures to a small tub on her shelf that’s genuinely emitting a low level of light. 

“No.” 

“I’m a natural blonde?” Glinda tries. 

“Definitely not.”

“I am—“

“It’s not a secret, Galinda.” Elphaba pulls on one of her ringlets. She pouts, then gasps with an idea. 

“My entrance essay was called ‘Wands: Need They Have a Point?’” She gestures as if the title would appear in the air.

“I was there when you announced that.” Elphaba snickers. 

“You are so—“ Glinda cuts herself off with a little growly noise that makes Elphaba snicker harder— “I have nothing else to share. My life is a beautifully open book.”

“Dig deep, Galinda. Surely you’ve got something.” Elphaba pokes her stomach and Glinda jumps. She does it again, then again, and keeps going until a stream of squeaky snickers fills the air. 

“E-Elphie, that tickles! Let me think!” Glinda swats her hands away. 

“Now there’s a secret.” Elphaba grins. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Glinda narrows her eyes.

“Wouldn’t I?” Elphaba mimics the pitch of her voice. Glinda splutters in offense, and then she’s spluttering with laughter as the poking resumes. 

“I’ll turn you into a frog!” Glinda shrieks. Elphaba snorts and keeps poking at her waist. It starts to get less and less effective, especially as Elphaba’s touch gets harder. She frowns, but persists. 

“Y’know, I—eep! I expected you to be better at this.” Glinda still jumps at every poke, even as her laughter grows quiet. Elphaba recoils as if she’s been burned. 

“Oh. You don’t know how, do you?” Glinda murmurs. Elphaba turns sharply away. It’s a silly thing to cry over, but her nose stings with the promise of tears. She can’t help it. 

“Well, because I am so noble and full of dignification…I will assist.” Glinda bows. She takes Elphaba’s hands and places them gently at her waist. Elphaba considers tearing her hands away, but Glinda’s gaze is warm. 

“Now wiggle your fingers. Gently.” Glinda holds Elphaba’s wrists and nods in encouragement. Elphaba presses her lips together.

“Like this?”

Glinda collapses with a bubbly yelp. Elphaba immediately lets go. 

“Did I hurt you?” Elphaba leans over her. 

“No, no—you’re just a quick learner.” Glinda looks up with a dazzling smile, her curls fanned around her on the bed. 

“Oh.” Elphaba flushes a dark green. Glinda could be so much, sometimes. 

“Okay! Your turn!” Glinda boops Elphaba’s nose. 

“My turn?” Elphaba swats her hand away but doesn’t break focus. 

“For a secret, silly!”

“Oh, I don’t really…have one. I think.” Elphaba fiddles with her fingers. 

“Well, I’ll make this easy for you. I expect a rain check on a real secret later.” Glinda scoots so she can sit against the headboard. Her glossy smile tilts into something devious. 

“Are you ticklish, Elphie?” Glinda’s voice catches teasingly on her name. It steals the breath from her lungs. 

“Isn’t everyone?” 

“Dodging the question. Interesting.” Glinda smirks, leaning close. Her eyes rove over Elphaba’s already-warm face. 

“I don’t know. I’ve never been…people usually don’t want to be that close to me. Let alone touch me.” Elphaba sniffs bitterly, dropping her gaze. 

“That’s a shame.” Glinda says firmly. She stays close. Something in Elphaba flutters. 

“May I?” Glinda hovers her fingers over Elphaba’s stomach. Elphaba nods and exhales shakily. 

Glinda must not like that shakiness though, because she frowns deeply and takes Elphaba’s hands instead. She clutches one and spiders her fingers across the palm of the other, tracing up and down from elbow to fingertip.

“How’s that feel?” Glinda hums. 

“It’s…I…” Elphaba’s nose scrunches. Her smile breaks little by little, like the first sunbeams over the horizon. She tries to keep it together, but her lungs keep doing this indomitable shivery thing she can’t kick. Her whole body trembles with the force of restraining herself. 

“I’m barely trying to tickle you. I’m trying to take it easy on you,” Glinda snickers, her glittery nails dancing across Elphaba’s hand. 

“I-It can’t possibly get worse than this.” Elphaba peeks at her through one eye. 

“Don’t speak so soon!” Glinda says cheerfully, squeezing Elphaba’s side with a viciousness that contradicts everything ‘good’ about her. Elphaba crumples into a fit of ringing laughter. 

She wants to crawl out of her skin hearing her own laugh, the shrieky, cackly thing that it is, but every ounce of her self control has fled her. She falls backwards on the bed and Glinda crawls on top of her, tickling with reckless abandon. Elphaba tries to curl up, but she folds right into Glinda’s waiting hands. 

Elphaba throws her head back and snorts twice in a row. Glinda gasps.

“You are adorable.” She whispers gleefully. Elphaba hides behind her hands. Glinda tries to pull them away to no avail. 

“Kill me,” Elphaba groans, muffled. She resists Glinda until pointed nails poke just right into her ribs and she screeches, immediately flailing to defend herself. Glinda catches her wrists easily and pins them down to the bed.

Elphaba lets out a stream of nervous giggles, hearty and tumbling. Glinda flops on top of her with a dramatic wail. Elphaba’s hand finds her back instinctively. 

“What’s happening?” Elphaba hums, confused but not surprised. 

“You’re so cute, you don’t understand.” Glinda pops up in a distressed bounce of curls and ruffles. “I just want to tickle you for the rest of eternity.” 

And tickle she does. Elphaba squirms and giggles, tossing her head back and forth. Glinda coos at her, terrifying in her accuracy. Feeling another snort coming on, Elphaba grabs Glinda’s hands and pulls them away. 

“W-Well, if you keep doing that, you’ll kill me, and you need me for your sorcery tutorial.” Elphaba points at her, eyes wide with a giddy sort of desperation she’s never felt before. Glinda pretends to think hard, but really, she’s smiling. 

“You drive a hard bargain, Miss Thropp. I’ll think about it.” Glinda brushes Elphaba’s hair out of her face. Elphaba deflates in relief. 

Then: a suspicious tickle at her kneecap makes her release that snort she’d been desperate to suffocate. Glinda cackles evilly. 

“W-Wait, Galinda—“

“Oh, you didn’t think I was going to think about it now, did you?” 

#my fics #wicked #ticklish!elphaba #ticklish!glinda #glinda upland #elphaba thropp #thank u for this cute prompt!!!! #im incapable of writing them as just friends i swear #they always gotta be a little fruity idk #no but fr they are so much fun to write??? agh

[neonlight2]

Jaehaera Targaryen (oc)

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Warnings: smut mentions, sexism, touch of homophobia, and mentions of incest (and step-cest)

Again— it’s the Targaryens, what do you expect.

(Only the older parts of the family cause… the younger ones don’t know the difference)

What we’re their relationships like as she got older?

Viserys

First off— Absolute pushover.

Shouldn’t be a surprise with how he treats Rhaenyra. Man will literally break all tradition, with the justification of “I am king”.

Jaehaera wants to wear pants instead of dresses. Done, without a second to waste. And if she did want to wear a dress, you best believe it was the best money could buy.

His darling daughter wants to study with high scholars— only the best teachers of course. Anything she wished to know or learn she’d be taught. Books would be imported from the farthest edges of Westeros. Oh— and best believe he built her a private library. He knows how she loves her privacy, how she detested the public and fuss of events. He’d catered to her every need as she grew.

Even when he didn’t necessarily agree— like with swordsmanship. Viserys would be so freaking worried at the beginning, not wanting his little girl to get hurt. But he lets her anyway.

And even though it’s “against the rules”, Jaehaera could compete in tournaments whenever she damn well please, and he was always there to watch with pride.

There was not a price in gold that would hinder her requests. If the girl has asked him for a fucking castle bigger than king’s landing, it would have been made— and he’d put every man he could to work in order for it to be done quickly. Amazons quick delivery service would have NOTHING on this man’s will.

However, she was never extreme in that fashion. The kingdom was honestly lucky that she was far more rational and conservative with money, or else they may be in poverty.

So as she got older, matured, and got around to marrying age— all suitors of all ages came in like filthy vultures. And of course, no one was ever good enough.

He thought the same for both his daughters, the only reason why he made Rhaenyra marry was in order to secure he claim to the throne— heirs. Jaehaera on the other hand…

Jaehaera at 14/15: Father I don’t wish to marry—

Viserys: GREAT ITS SETTLED THEN

Of course if she did fall in love or wish to marry, he wouldn’t be able to say no. It’s damn near impossible. I swear to god this man would actually rather die than say no to her.

Jaehaera would DEFINITELY become more of an adviser to Viserys as she got older. She was already like his own little personal spy, so as she got older, made more connections, and was actually able to stir the pot without being harmed (because now she’d love for a bitch to try—), that relationship only grew stronger.

Most people when they watch the two together could get mental whiplash I’m not even gonna lie. One moment Jaehaera is kneeling before Viserys calling him “my king” or “your majesty”— basically going through ALL the damn formalities even though viserys has told her a thousand times she doesn’t need to— just to act like a child the next minute. Sure, if she has something political or otherwise important to tell him, Jaehaera stays more calm, professional even. But the moment the formality is over and done she like, “Hi dad! Wanna watch me dual? Oh! I learned a new trick on Shkros!”

She’d also just tell him the most random shit and facts she learns, probably rant about stories or things she’s gotten insanely fixated on. Viserys would EAT THAT SHIT UP. He could listen for hours and smile or laugh at the girl.

Oh, and Viserys literally became deaf at some point to all slander toward her, even if it came from Otto. Man would not hear of any of it.

In his mind Jaehaera did no wrong. So when anyone questioned her innocence or reputation—

“All of these are mere, petty rumors from jealousy for my daughter’s brilliance.”

“I will not hear of it, next person to say such a thing will lose their tongue.”

“Jaehaera would never, and even if she had you have no proof.”

“Who are you to question the princess? My daughter?”

To the day until she inevitably starts leaving more frequently, they would meet almost every night in the kitchens, sharing bread and milk like the day they first met.

Sadly, around the time his sickness gets really bad, she would be gone even longer. He knew why.

She had spent months before trying to heal him, and she did a better job then the scholars and maesters could ever dream. But they both knew that it was only slowly his demise. There was no cure for time, as it was fast on viserys heels.

A lot of people thought they had a falling out during this time because of her absence, but the truth of it was that they had an agreement. Jaehaera had made a promise to secure and protect their family. Not just Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne, but the state of it all.

She went to every kingdom to make alliances, or to strengthen old ones. She made deals to compact no army could penetrate them. And she would be damned if she failed.

Jaehaera had barely the idea of what love felt like before she became Viserys’ daughter. So with all her being she’d protect her home, her life, his legacy, her family.

Daemon

Two words— Teddy Bear.

He’s an absolute simp.

Would and does worship the ground she walks on.

If you thought he was insufferable when she was younger, following her around, constantly seeking her attention, giving her anything she stares at too long, and talk about protective— times that by a million.

The moment he came back and saw how she had…matured. Daemon went feral. I’m talking glaring at every person who so much as glances Jaehaera’s way that wasn’t family. He even had a small bit of beef with Sir Harwin because of how close he had become to her. It was only until she told him to back the fuck off that he calmed down.

He’d also use every excuse he could muster to be close to her. And Daemon likes to be sly, or try at least, so it would start innocent.

*walking literally anywhere, even around the castle, and he hold her hand* “Don’t want you to get lost my little wanderer.”

*Leans against her: arm around shoulders, or wrapped around her waist to rest his head in the crook of her neck.* “I’m tired.” Or if your at an event, “You soothe the throbbing in my head, love.”

Then this bitch would push his luck.

He’d slowly slip his fingers up her shirt or any bare skin he could get his hands on— and being that she didn’t normally like to wear much, he had so many places to choose from.

“My hands are cold!” *it’s literally like 100 degrees out*

He also has a weird obsession with her hair. Like he’d dimly admire it at first, wondering what it feels like. Was it was soft as feathers? Or smooth as silk?

Well one day he impulsive touched it. Of course he made it seem as if it were a normal interaction— brushing it away from her open shoulders to show off the dip in the heavenly dress she wore to some banquet he couldn’t even remember the occasion for.

All he knew was that he instantly became addicted to the feeling of the strands between his fingers.

They’d be talking underneath the trees of the gardens and he’d randomly start petting her head. At first Jaehaera would tense up because of the foreign feeling, but after a few seconds and Daemon asking her permission, she’d let him to it again. Oh he’d be jumping for joy in his brain.

Especially loving it when her eyes would flutter shut when he’d start to scratch her scalp and massage her temples.

And however wholesome this man could be at sometimes, he’s mind would definitely wander. He’d start to wonder what it’s be like if she were underneath him, hair and body sprawled out for him to play with. To make her feel good.

Or perhaps if she were to ride him and as she leaned forward, her hair would drape around them, all while tickling his thighs, arms and face. Oh how pretty she would look.

Oh and don’t get him started about how hard he gets when she pulls her hair into a ponytail or high braid. All he could think about was taking her from behind, pulling on her hair so that her back would be flush with his chest.

God she drove him crazy.

So the infamous Prince, know for being I’ll tempered and cruel, would be siting with the girl in her free time, taking turns braiding each others chair.

What he doesn’t know is that she’s not as oblivious as he thinks. It wasn’t hard to notice how he’d have to shift in he seat around her, or the growing bulge in his pants as she laid her head in his lap— letting out shameless moans as he kneaded her scalp.

Jaehaera just thought in rather fun to tease him, and to make him think she was totally innocent in her acts.

But besides the obvious sexual tension— Dameon would respect Jaehaera a lot. Of course he’d still be hot headed, crazy, and rebellious. It was his nature. And it also happened to be hers in some cases.

It was almost like putting two delinquents in the same room with some gunpowder a few matches.

The only difference was that she was more rational when it came to future consequences. She actually looked ahead. Dameon… not so much. He’d rather jump into battle or war, only depending on himself and his sword “dark sister”.

But.. if he had to, the person who’d he’d listen to was Jaehaera. And that’s because in his eyes, she was always right.

And that was not to be disputed.

Rhaenyra

She’s spoiled. We all know that. So she’s definitely get more possessive of Jaehaera.

When she married Laenor, it was hard because she longed for intimacy that he could not give her. But she was content with him because she thought she had at least evaded being married to an imbecile.

So even though it was unheard of, Rhaenyra still insisted on sharing a bed with her almost every night. Both girls were always close, and comfortable with each other physically. Rhaenyra had been the second person to bless her with gentle affection through touch. One might say that other than herself, Jaehaera trusted Rhaenyra with her body the most.

They would cling to each other in the night, bodies intertwined, grazing each other carefully, or tenderly squeezing flesh. All of it was natural to them. And to Jaehaera it was all she’d ever known when it came to the pair. It was only after their incident at the brothel that caused a shift in their behavior.

Rhaenyra had only heard of what had happened with Jaehaera because of her fathers reprimanding. It was light compared to what she faced, but she still felt something brewing in her stomach. She couldn’t quite place the emotion, it resting somewhere in between jealousy and curiosity. And it scared her.

Soon she found herself growing paranoid and angered at everyone Jaehaera looked at fondly. Especially a particular maid of hers…

Soon Rhaenyra would lie awake at night, Jaehaera sleeping soundly beside her, and she’s let her mind wander to what she thought the girl may have been doing with other women.

Soon she’d been touching herself at the thought of it being her who received such attention from Jaehaera.

And later as she noticed Daemon’s actions toward them both she couldn’t help but dwell on the thought of having them both. Even after Daemon married Laena. She’s simply add her to the equation too; she knew how much Jaehaera fancied her.

However, as the drift between her and Alicent grew even larger— especially after the whole air Criston cole situation— she became more worried that Jaehaera would leave her.

She had no reason to worry, I mean Jaehaera absolutely adore the girl. She would do practically anything for her. And the two princesses were almost attached at the hip at some point.

Yet as Jaehaera began to venture farther out, her time away from home increasing every voyage, Rhaenyra would make sure to claim whatever time Jaehaera had to spare when she had returned.

Of course, she didn’t mind sharing this time with other people she loved: Viserys, Daemon, Laenor, Sir Harwin.

Jaehaera knew. Anyone could tell that her children were not sired by Laenor, but Jaehaera knew that they were his kids.

And that’s because she walked in on them fucking once.

To this day she’d tease Rhaenyra about it, occasionally praising her for how quiet she could be with such a large prick inside her.

(She would also confirm to anyone that asks that Sir Harwin is hung— because let’s be honest he is.)

And after Rhaenyra had Jace, she’s notice that happened to grab even more of Jaehaera’s attention. More of her protection. Jaehaera would visit more frequently, ask if she was being properly taken care of, if anyone had disrespected her, and constantly hovering around her and Jace when she was at home.

As much as Rhaenyra loved Sir Harwin, she couldn’t deny that Jaehaera was a huge reason for her having more children. For the more she had, she more of Jaehaera she got.

Alicent

Obsessed and paranoid.Gonna be real— we all saw this coming.

Alicent would definitely be giving yandere, but she would never tell Jaehaera when she could or could not leave. (Like shed be able to in the first place.)

At first, when they’re in their later teens, Alicent really just wants to keep Jaehaera in her life. So she sees Rhaenyra as a threat, because they’re at all odds.  She gets extremely worried whenever Jaehaera starts to pull away because of her marrying Viserys, and a little scared. Alicent really didn’t like lying to her, but she was as equally as scared of her father’s backlash. So when Jaehaera started to catch on with the whole scheme, Alicent didn’t know what to do or think.

Jaehaera was never actually cruel to her in anyway. In fact, the rather opposite. She’d still join her for tea or visit her whenever Rhaenyra was busy with her duties. But there was always a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that made her need validation.

“You’re not mad at me are you Princess?”

Glancing up intently at her, Jaehaera would answer, “No, Ali. I just hate your father insists on hurts those I care for.”

Hitching her breath, there was a small flutter in the pit of her stomach. Jaehaera made it sound as if she were included in the category. That sent Alicent’s heart on fire.

“And don’t think of defending him darling,” Jaehaera snipped, standing up to grab ahold of her chin. “It’ll just make me hate him more.”

Would definitely become paranoid later on as Rhaenyra has kids because well… Jaehaera increasingly becomes more attached to her as she does. Not that Alicent’s children don’t get enough attention as is. Jaehaera spoils every single one of them. But Alicent doesn’t see it like that, so what does she do? Talks shit.

She’ll start sneaking in comments or rumors of Rhaenyra’s children’s the obvious hair color difference, and other features. How they’re “growing in to very clad, dark handsome boys” and how she “adores their curly brown hair”.

Then, on top of it all is— she thinks she’s getting away with it at first because Jaehaera will laugh occasionally and say something back. Soon she becomes unaware of the warning stares being sent her way. Her growing audacity eventually leads to a more intense reaction after she questions their birthright.

“I’m not sure if they would be given the thrown that easily.” She’d say calmly with a soft smile while pouring Jaehaera a drink.

She’s hear the princess hum and ask, “Why’s that?”

“Oh you know, their features are rathe strange for a Targaryen. Some might question if they are truly—,”

Alicent would be cut off quickly, and the bottle of wine would have slipped through her hands from shock and broke into pieces by their feet if it weren’t for Jaehaera’s quick hand. With one hand setting the bottle aside, the other held Alicent’s jaw firm, making it so she couldn’t talk, yet it would not leave a bruise on her skin.

Jaehaera’s were practically predatory as they glared into Alicent’s. And as she leaned closer to the woman’s face, Alicent couldn’t help but gasp at the proximity.

“Don’t start acting like your father Ali. It doesn’t suit you.” Jaehaera would whisper firmly, pulling away only to keep a burning gaze. “And if you ever say something like that again around me, I promise you, I will kill him.”

After her hand leaves her mouth, Alicent would rub the tender skin, weak in the knees and almost desperate for it to return. “Why?” She’s ask in a whisper.

Tilting her head to the side, Jaehaera’s expression softened and she caressed her cheek. “Because he would have killed something I care for. And I cannot allow that.”

Otto

He’s a petty bitch.

Would not know what the fuck to do when it comes to Jaehaera.

Would also try really hard to spread rumors about her under the kings radar. Probably called her a homophobic slur at some point and made a backhand comment about her being a woman. We all know it’s true.

He’s well aware that she hates him after Alicent marries Viserys. Would for sure get tortured by Daemons antics even more because of Jaehaera’s permission.

Honestly he’s just fucked, so he’s constantly trying to find a way to keep himself in the good graces of the king, so Jaehaera won’t kill him.

Also another reason why he’d push Aegon to succeed the thrown— also also another reason why the greens pull this shit while she’s gone on her voyages and travels. He knows he wouldn’t be able to get away with it otherwise.

Sir Criston

Another petty bitch.

Jaehaera finds him annoying after a while. She gave him a little sympathy at first because of the whole Rhaenyra brothel incident, but she’d always choose Rhaenyra.

Lightens up around Alicent because she likes her. But she’ll roast the shit out of him at any time. Unprovoked.

And if he really pisses her off best believe she’s threaten him (and let Daemon loose).

“I gave you the position in the kings guard, I could easily take it away. Even if it hurt Ali’s feelings for a while. She could never stay mad at me. She’d forget you in a heartbeat.”

Sir Harwin

Homies Fr

These two would just make a bunch of dirty jokes, cursing like sailors, and spar.

Canon that they would call each other bad worms as pet names:

“Good morning my little bitch how are you?”- Jaehaera greeting him in the mornings for training.

“Hey arsehole! You owe me one!” - Harwin after covering up for her to go sneak off with a lady/lord and/or when he’d lie about seeing Daemon first in the nighttime competitions.

Causal greetings or hellos: “Hello there cunt!” “Ahhh there’s my favorite little shit!”

Both were definitely into each other some point but it was a fleeting crush. He fell in love with Rhaenyra, she loved him, so Jaehaera loved them and that they were happy.

Harwin along with Laenor we’re her personality wingmen and cheerleaders.

He’d cover/lie for her in a heart beat. And he has soooo much respect for her. In another life they’d probably be siblings.

Laenor

I’ll say it again for the people in the back: Laenor is Jaehaera’s cheerleader.

If they had the word bestie back then, best believe he’d be like: “GO BESTIE, GO!!!”

Ton of gay jokes, but also would comfort each other being of society and internal homophobia because people fucking suck. (I’m looking at you Otto)

Definitely have seen each other naked, probably drunk or honestly skinny dipping. Also— because they’re constantly covering for each other so they can… Y’know… they’ve probably stood guard for each other at some point. So I can definitely see Laenor or her just opening the door once as the other and whoever they’re with is mid fucking, and be like: “can you hurry up Rhaenyra (or some other person) is looking for you?”

And if Laenor ever finished quickly, Jaehaera would say: “damn took you longer than I thought, ten whole seconds, I had my money on five.”

Oh and Laenor absolutely giggles or chokes on his drink anytime someone says anything remotely disrespectful toward Jaehaera or him because he knows this person is about to die.

Rhaenys and Corlys

Definition of second parents. Basically adopt Jaehaera whenever Viserys isn’t around.

Corlys is so proud of her when she gets older and leads a battalion and or her own voyages. He would also get teary eyes whenever he sees her helping Luke learn how to navigate and captain a ship, then blame it on “salt water that splashed into his eyes”.

He LOVES being a girl dad (excluding Laenor). Prizes Laena and Jaehaera. And even low key ships them because let’s be so for real… he knows. Later he’ll make jokes that it must be in the gene’s because both his kids came out fruity.

And Rhaenys and Corlys adore the relationship between her and their kids.

Rhaenys especially. She loves how safe and natural both her children are around her. They don’t have to pretend. She swears she’s trust her with both their lives because she knows Jaehaera would always protect them and vise versa. (Also ships Laena with her, and claims all the time that Daemon is just a third party.)

#rhaenys x corlys #lgbt representation #daemon x oc #rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra x reader x daemon #targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #rhaenyra x oc #targaryen reader #rhaenyra targaryen #house targaryen #targaryen oc #viserys targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon smut #alicent x rhaenyra #alicent x reader #alicent x oc #laenor velaryon #sir harwin #sir criston cole #aemond targaryen #aemond smut #aemond x reader x aegon #aemond x oc #aemond x reader #aegon x oc #aegon x reader #hotd fanfic #laena velaryon

[neon-lights-and-glitter]

Lips Of An Angel- Epilogue - Nothing Has Been Easy

Summary- A summary of the next couple of years for you and Jack. Nothing in your and Jack's relationship has been easy, so why would trying to start a family be any different.

Word Count- 4.9k

Warnings- Infertility, mentions of divorce, very brief mention of cheating.

A/N- I tried to write this so you could read it without reading the rest of the series, but I do recommend that you do otherwise there might be one or two parts thats a little confusing. Thank you so much to the anon who asked for this, I think this might be my favorite thing I've ever written.

“You may now kiss the bride.” 

You and Jack smiled at each other before pressing your lips together as both of your family and friends cheered. You both pulled away before smiling at each other again. You walked hand in hand back down the aisle. 

You and Jack were led into the room where you had been getting ready earlier in the day. Jack helped you change from your wedding dress to a comfier dress for the reception. Jack took your hand.

“Come here.” Jack led you gently to the couch that was in the room, sitting down before pulling you down gently onto his lap.

“Jack.” You warned. “We don’t have time to do anything.” You told him giggling as you sat down on his lap. Jack laughed softly and shook his head.

“I know, that’s not what I want.” Jack gently placed his hands on your hips. “Well, actually, that’s not entirely true, I do want that, but there’s stuff that I wanted to keep between us, so I didn’t say it in my vows, but I want to tell you now.” Jack told you, leaning back on the couch.

“Because you haven’t made me cry enough today.” You teased, both of you laughing again. You had both already made each other cry with your vows.

 “I just wanted to tell you how happy I am that even after everything we’ve been through, you still choose to forgive me. I know our relationship wasn’t the easiest, and I know I didn’t do anything to make it easier. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t come back that night, but I’m glad you did. I don’t know where I would be without you. As much as I would have gotten remarried to you that night, I’m glad we’ve spent the last 4 years taking things slow and focusing on trusting each other again.” Jack told you, making your eyes water and try to blink away your tears, not wanting to get yelled at your makeup artist for ruining your makeup again.

“I love you baby. We both hurt each other, and I know that doesn’t make things right, but if there was anyone I want to spend the rest of my life with its you. We both wanted to make our relationship work and we did. I would have come back any night, I never had the intention of leaving forever. I didn’t want to. I’m completely okay with everything that happened because it made me realize how much I want, or need, you in my life.” You told Jack, his eyes starting to water as well.

“I love you so much.” Jack told you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. “I will admit, I’m glad I got to marry you twice.” 

“I would marry you every day if I could.” You said, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. 

“Are you sure we can’t be a little late to the reception? I just want to be alone with you.” Jack asked.

“I do too, but I think they might be waiting on us already, I mean it is our reception, I feel like we’re required to attend.” You told Jack who pulled you closer to him. “After tonight we have a week alone, I think we can make it through a couple hours.” You said, leaning forward to kiss Jack again.

“I can’t wait to have a proper honeymoon this time.” Jack said and you both laughed softly.

“Me too, I’m glad we did things properly this time, not that I regret how we did things last time, and maybe it’s just where we are in our relationship, but I feel a lot better about things this time.” Jack admitted and you nodded in agreement.

“I am too, as much as I loved getting married to you the first time, this time feels better, things are going to work out this time. As much as I say I’d marry you every day no more weddings after this one.” You joked.

Jack sighed softly as he woke up, he had been dreaming about your wedding night a lot more often recently and he wasn’t quite sure why. He laid in bed for a moment, trying to fall back asleep before he finally realized you weren’t there. Without opening his eyes, he reached out for you, trying to pull you back into his chest. The bed was empty. Jack could tell no one had been on that side of the bed in a while, it was cold. Jack opened his eyes, another confirmation that the bed was empty as all he started at was an empty pillow and a blanket that had clearly been moved to the side.

 Jack rolled onto his back and ran his hands through his hair. As tired as he was and as much as he wanted to go back to bed, Jack decided to get up. Jack checked his phone to see what time it was, seeing that it was 3:28am.

Jack sighed softly before walking out of the bedroom and down the stairs to where he now saw the living room light on. Jack turned the corner quietly, seeing you sitting on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest. He couldn’t see if you were currently crying, but he heard your sniffles, a sign that you had at least been crying recently. 

“Are you okay?” Jack asked quietly as he approached you, sitting down on the couch next to you. You nodded, laying your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

“Yeah.” You sighed softly.

“Why’d you come out here?” Jack asked.

“I just couldn’t stop thinking and you were sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you up.” You explained and Jack sighed.

“Baby, you should have woke me up. Are you still thinking about the appointment earlier?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“I know what you’re going to say but yes.” You admitted. Jack sighed softly and pulled you gently into his lap.

“I just don’t want you to stress yourself out about it more then you already have. I know we both want a family, but I promise you, one way or another it will happen.” Jack told you.

“I just want to know why it hasn’t happened yet. They said there was nothing wrong. Nothing stopping me from getting pregnant, nothings stopping you from getting me pregnant, so why hasn’t it happened yet?” You asked.

“I don’t know baby, I don’t have any more answers than you do. There are other things we can try, and if that doesn’t work, we have other options. We will have our family one day I promise.” Jack told you, rubbing your back as you started to cry, Jack hugging you as close to his chest as he could. He buried his head into your neck, letting his own tears fall as he cried with you.

You and Jack had decided shortly after your one-year wedding anniversary that you wanted to start trying for a baby, but it was a year later and so far, you had no success. 

The last year had been one of the toughest times in your relationship with Jack, even after everything you had been through.

3 months into trying and you weren’t pregnant, but neither of you thought twice about it. 

6 months into trying and countless pregnancy tests later, they were all still negative. Jack was by your side every time you took a test, reassuring you that it was okay. It just wasn’t meant to be that month, but maybe next month was the month. Jack would hold you as you cried. Even shedding a few tears himself.

Even though Jack had been nothing but supportive, 6 months into trying was also when you both started to distance yourselves from each other. Jack would spend countless hours at the studio, or doing interviews, playing shows, anything that would distract him. Somedays he would leave before you woke up in the morning and come back home after you were already in bed.

Though you weren’t handling the situation any better, you would constantly try to find some way to busy yourself. You no longer joined Jack at the studio, the weekly date nights you used to have with Jack became monthly date nights, if that. Some nights you didn’t even face each other when you slept. Which might not seem like a big deal, but you could count on one hand the number of nights you and Jack didn’t cuddle before this.

9 months in and you realized that you could be holding a baby in your arms by now, but you weren’t. You weren’t even carrying one in your belly yet. That’s when you really started to think about it. Did Jack blame you for not being pregnant yet? He would never blame you, he knew you had no control of when you got pregnant, but that didn’t stop you from thinking that he did blame you. You knew that you blamed yourself so why wouldn’t he? Jack had also started to blame himself at this point, also thinking you were blaming him, but you weren’t, you never would, you couldn’t when you were too busy blaming yourself.

9 months in was also when you noticed a change in Jack when you took a pregnancy test. How hopeful he would get when you told him you were taking another one. You also saw how that same hope would leave his eyes when it came back negative. How even though you could tell he was upset, he would still smile and reassure you that it was okay, maybe next month, trying was the fun part anyways. You saw how the smile didn’t reach his eyes and it started to affect you more than anything else has. 

You stopped telling Jack when you would take pregnancy tests. You couldn’t handle seeing the disappointment in Jack anymore. It hurt you more than your own disappointment did, and that was saying a lot. 

Jack knew though. He saw the pregnancy tests you tried to hide in the trash can in your bathroom, or the pregnancy test boxes disappear from the cabinet. The fact you no longer wanted Jack there when you took the pregnancy tests hurt Jack more than the disappointment he felt when the test was negative. Every time you took a pregnancy test, you were together, why did it change now?

12 months in was when Jack brought up the idea of going to a doctor, and you agreed. At first, he was hesitant about bringing the idea up, he wasn’t sure how you would react, but you agreed. You would do anything to give Jack the baby he had wanted and talked about since you met him. Of course, you wanted a baby just as bad as Jack did, you were the one to bring up the idea of starting to try to conceive a baby. The second the words came out of your mouth you saw the way his eyes lit up and you saw how happy he got at the idea of you two starting a family.

Jack made a few calls and within a couple days you were both seeing the best doctor he could get you into. You both wanted answers, though once you didn’t receive any, you were both conflicted. Sure, it was good news that you could get pregnant on your own, but you didn’t know why you hadn’t. You wanted a resolution, a way that you knew you would have a baby. All you got was an overview of your future options and a suggestion to try for a couple more months before you try any of those options. 

13 months in and 1 month after your appointment and you were taking yet another pregnancy test. You didn’t even want to know how many you have taken at this point. You set the test face down on the counter as you set a timer on your phone. You tried to busy yourself for the next 5 minutes, rearranging things on the bathroom counter, which had been rearranged several times over the last year. You couldn’t help but glace over at the timer every 30 seconds.

You weren’t even sure why you were taking another pregnancy test, you had no symptoms, your period wasn’t late, but you had hope. The same hope you had every month that maybe this month would be different. The same hope that you were losing every time you looked at another pregnancy test and it was negative.

After what felt like the longest 5 minutes ever, your timer went off. You took your phone in one hand, and the pregnancy test in the other without looking at it. You walked into the bedroom, sitting on the side of the bed now holding the pregnancy test in both hands. You sighed before you flipped it over. 

Negative.

You felt nothing and everything at the same time. You stared at the test for another minute, emotionless, thinking that it might change, but it never did. You didn’t stop yourself from throwing the plastic stick onto the ground, watching it break into two, just like any hope you had left. Watching as the plastic stick broke was when you felt everything and let yourself burst into tears. 

Jack had decided to come home early that night, about 45 minutes after you had taken the pregnancy test. Of course, you hadn’t told him that you took it so when he walked into the bedroom, trying to find you, and he saw you sobbing, he was confused for a moment, instantly rushing over to you.

“Hey, why are you crying, tell me what’s wrong?” Jack asked, his eyes landing on the broken stick on the floor. He knew instantly what was wrong.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to let out in-between sobs, Jack hugging you close to his body as you held onto him tightly. As much as you would have never admitted it, you needed him in that moment.

“You don’t have to apologize, this isn’t your fault.” Jack told you, rubbing your back as he whispered reassuring words into your ear. You didn’t feel like you deserved him in that moment. Here he was comforting you over something he wanted just as much as you did, yet he never let you know how much it hurt him too. 

Jack comforted you for as long as you needed it, until he heard your sobs slowly get quieter. Even then he never let go of you until you pushed him away.

“I’m done Jack, I can’t do this anymore.” You told him, standing up from the bed, grabbing the pieces of the pregnancy test off the floor and throwing them into the garbage can.

“What do you mean? Do you want to take a break from trying?” Jack asked and you shook your head, walking back towards him.

“I’m done with us. I can’t keep fucking doing this to you or to me every month. You deserve someone who can give you what you want, and I can’t so I’m done.” You grabbed a random bag out of the closet as Jack stood up to follow you.

“Wait, let’s talk about this. If you want to stop trying, that’s okay. I know it’s stressful, but we need to sit down and talk about this, I’m not letting you leave.”

“No. You want a happy family, and that’s not what we are anymore. We barely see each other unless we’re having sex or I’m crying and you’re comforting me. Maybe our date night, but even then, it’s just awkward conversation because neither of us want to address the fact that I haven’t gotten pregnant. I know you, and I want you to be happy, and I know you will be happier if you get the life you always pictured.” You told Jack, throwing random stuff into your bag just as quickly as Jack was trying to get it out.

“You don’t get to make that decision for me. I am happy with you, even when we were going through the worst of our relationship, the cheating, the lying, everything, I was never happier with anyone else then I was with you. You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way because we wouldn’t have kept coming back to each other if you didn’t. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t care if you never get pregnant and we never have kids, but there’s things we can still try. We have options. We can’t just give up now.” Jack argued.

“But you aren’t going to make that decision so I’ve made it for you Jack. I’m doing this for you. You say you don’t care now, but what happens in 15 years when you hate me because you gave up the one thing you’ve wanted you’re entire life. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not find out.” You were happier with him than anyone else, but how could he feel the same way about you.

“I’m never going to hate you, I never could. What about all the work we put into our relationship? Are you just going to throw the last 6 years away?” Jack asked as you finally zipped up the bag you were packing.

“I’m not going to let you give up on something you’ve wanted your entire life just to be with me Jack. I’m sure you can find someone who loves you just as much as I do, and that you’ll love as well who will be able to give you what you want. I’m sorry I can’t be that person for you. You know I wanted to be.” You told Jack.

“I told you, I’m not letting you leave me again, not after we worked so hard to make our relationship work. The most important thing in my life is you, I don’t care about anything else as long as I have you. You can walk out that door and I don’t care if you go get a hotel 5 minutes down the road, or fly halfway across the country, I will follow you because I’m not letting you leave me, not because of this.” Jack said, watching as you thought about your decision.

You couldn’t leave Jack, not after everything you’ve been through with him. Did you fully believe that he would be happy with you without kids, no, but you also knew there was other options.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated your words from earlier before you dropped your bag to the ground and took a couple steps towards Jack who immediately grabbed you, not wanting to let you go and risk you changing your mind. “I don’t want to leave you, I can��t.” You told him. 

“Hey.” Jack said, using one hand to tilt your chin up towards him so he could look into your eyes. “Nothing has been easy for us, but that’s okay, I don’t expect for it to be, but I will do my best to make it as easy as possible and always be there for you. Do you think we should take a little break from trying so hard to have a baby? The doctor said stress isn’t helpful, and I think we’ve both been stressed out because of it. It doesn’t even have to be a long break, just a couple of months, and then we can go back to the doctor and figure out our options?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m serious when I say I can’t keep doing this, it hurts too much.” You said, burying your face back into Jack’s chest. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Jack asked.

“For always being there for me. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you, I know it hurts you too.” You apologized and Jack shook his head even though you couldn’t see him.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, I’m your husband, that’s what good husbands do. It hurts, but what hurts me even more is seeing you hurt and upset.” Jack told you.

“I love you so much.” You lifted your head up to press a kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, I’m not letting you leave that easy.” Jack reassured, kissing you again.

You and Jack decided to take the next 6 months to just focus on your relationship, instead of trying to get pregnant. The weekly date nights that had turned monthly over the last year were back to weekly, if not more often than that. Jack stopped spending every day at the studio or distracting himself with work and even scheduled a week and a half off so you two could go on a vacation, just the two of you. 

It was hard at first, it felt like you were giving up on your dreams of starting a family, but you weren’t. You both needed this break.

About 4 months into the 6 months, you agreed on, you noticed that your period was 3 days late. You told Jack you wanted to take a pregnancy test, just in case. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t. 

Jack had offered to go pick up a couple pregnancy tests at the store as soon as you told him, he made you get rid of all the unused pregnancy tests when you had decided to take a break. Of course, you both knew there was a chance you would still need them, by taking a break trying for a baby, that didn’t mean you stopped having sex, you just stopped having sex with the intention of having a baby, but he thought it was best to not have them in the house to remind both of you constantly. He was right, and if you needed one, like you did now, it’s not like they were hard to find.

Jack walked in the front door, immediately finding you and handing you the bag.

“They didn’t have the brand we got before, so I got 3 different brands, I didn’t know which one to get so I got options.” Jack said and you laughed softly at his explanation. 

“Thank you baby.” You kissed him as you took the bag out of his hand. You walked upstairs and into your shared bedroom, Jack following you and sitting down on the bed while you walked into the bathroom. 

You decided to just take all three tests before setting them face down on the counter and setting a timer on your phone before walking out into the bedroom and sitting down on the bed next to Jack who instantly pulled you into his lap and you buried your face into his neck while he pressed kisses onto your head. You both sat in silence for a moment before you spoke up.

“What if it’s negative?” You asked quietly, Jack sighed softly before gently pulling you away from him so he could look at you in the eyes.

“Then that’s okay. If it’s negative, we will be okay.” Jack told you, but honestly, he was saying that for himself just as much as he was saying that for you. “I know how bad you want this, how bad we both want this. It’s okay to be upset if it’s negative, but I promise you, we will have a baby eventually, I’ll make sure of it. We’ll go back to the doctors and try the fertility treatments, or we can always adopt, no matter what, we will have the family we want.” Jack reassured you and you nodded. 

Soon the timer on your phone was going off, you sighed softly before standing up from Jack’s lap and walking over to where the pregnancy tests were on the counter, Jack following right behind you. Even though you weren’t expecting the test to be positive, you had regained the hope you had lost previously. You reached for one of the three tests before Jack stopped you.

“Wait.” He said, making you look over at him. “You know I love you, and no matter what that says, positive or negative, it’s not going to change that right?” Jack asked and you nodded. You had opened up to each other about your feelings more after your fight that night and Jack wanted you to know that even if you two never had a child, even if you decided to not adopt or try fertility treatments, he would love you the same.

“I know, I love you too.” You smiled softy, tilting your head up to kiss him once before picking 2 of the sticks up, handing one to Jack without looking at it. “Flip them on 3?” You suggested and Jack nodded. 

You hesitated before you started to count down, not really wanting to look at the result, but you knew you had to.

“One, two, three.” As soon as you said three, you both flipped over the test that you were holding. You both looked at the test, then each other, looking back down at the test before looking at each other one more time. Your eyes found each other’s as they started to water.

“Positive.” You both said at the same time before you both smiled, setting the tests down on the counter as Jack wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and pressed kisses all over your face before finally pressing one to your lips.

“I never thought I would see that.” You admitted as tears streamed down both of your cheeks, but this time they were happy tears.

“I can’t believe it, we’re going to be parents.” Jack said. “We’re going to have our own little baby. Holy fuck.” You kissed Jack again before pulling away slowly.

“Let’s look at the other one.” You said and Jack nodded, letting you flip over the third stick to show that it also said positive. 

You and Jack laid in bed the rest of the day talking about random things, baby names, what room was going to be the nursery, what the nursery would look like if you had a girl, what the nursery would look like if you had a boy, who the baby would look like more, anything and everything related to your future family. You were both to excited to put your attention anywhere else.

Almost exactly 9 months later, you laid in a hospital bed, holding the tiny baby girl you had just given birth to a couple hours ago. Jack laid next to you, even though he told you it was okay and that it was your bed, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or cause you any pain, you had insisted that you would be more comfortable with him next to you. Jack laid his hand gently on the top of her head as she slept.

“Do you want to hold her again?” You asked Jack, she had already been passed back and forth between you two a couple times, she hadn’t laid anywhere but either your arms or Jack’s arms, except for the few tests she needed, since she was born. Jack nodded instantly.

“You ask like I’m going to say no. Of course, I do.” Jack smiled as you carefully passed her to him. “I can’t believe she’s real.” Jack said quietly, looking down at her. You could count on one hand the number of times his eyes had left her since she was born, and every time it was to check on you.

“I can’t either, she’s so tiny.” You said, adjusting her bow that one of the nurses had put on her so it didn’t cover her face. Jack looked over at you for a second, leaning over to kiss you.

“Are you tired?” Jack asked and you nodded slightly.

“Yeah.” You laid your head on Jack’s shoulder, looking down at the baby in his arms.

“You can take a nap if you want, I can move.” Jack told you and you shook your head.

“I want you to stay.” You told him. “I don’t want to stop looking at her long enough to take a nap.” You said and Jack laughed softly.

“Me neither.” Jack agreed.

“She’s perfect.” You said and Jack nodded in agreement.

“She is, she’s perfect just like her mom.” Jack said. “You know, if you would have asked me the day that we signed our divorce papers where I would be in 7 years, I would have never guessed that we would be married with such a perfect little family. I have no idea where I would be if you wouldn’t have forgiven me, and I don’t even want to think about it.” 

“I never would have guessed this either, but I wouldn’t change a thing.” You told him.

Within minutes you were asleep, you hadn’t slept for quite some time, so it wasn’t surprising to Jack when he looked over to find you asleep with your head on his shoulder still. Jack smiled softly at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before looking back at the baby.

Jack couldn’t think of a time in his life where he had ever been happier. No amount of fame of money could compare to having you next to him and his baby girl in his arms.

“You were worth the wait.” Jack whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of the baby’s head.

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#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

[parkkrys]

Hi dear, here's a little Lucemond prompt.

affection - a tender and warm feeling toward someone; extreme fondness, a scene of a first time this is displayed between them.

Hopefully this is alright! Sorry for the long wait, got slammed with a 6 day work schedule right after I opened my prompt requests. Sorry for any grammar errors!

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Their marriage was rushed much to Lucerys’ relief. He wasn’t happy that he had to marry Aemond, but with his mother who was now Queen rushing the entire ceremony, he didn’t have Lords looking down their noses at him. 

To marry a bastard to a pure blood prince was unforgivable. 

Yet the Queen commanded it so they couldn’t protest. They did, but Daemon took care of that and Lucerys did not ask questions when certain Lords disappeared. 

He also didn’t have to pretend to be happy about his marriage. He could do it, he would do it to make his mother happy. Aemond wouldn’t, he would make a fool of Lucerys and Luce did not need that on top of everything else. He already felt enough shame and hatred for himself, he did not need others to feel that way too. 

Aemond never had the chance to humiliate him in public, but he still in the end did when he refused to lay with him on their wedding night. The stares and the whispers Lucerys had followed him for days afterwards were pleasant. 

But slowly things were thawing out between them. 

It had started when they decided to take their first walk through the Gardens. They didn’t speak during that time, both stubbornly silent as others stared at them. There were no soft touches between them, only arms linked in an attempt to show that they didn’t hate one another, that they were a happy couple. 

Everyone knew it was a lie but the Queen persisted. 

Lucerys couldn’t say he hated it, the silent time was actually rather peaceful. Aemond was wonderful company if he wasn’t talking or trying to hurt him with his words. 

It was one day after their daily walk that Lucerys choked a little in surprise. 

“Would you like to have lunch together?” Aemond questioned quietly. 

Lucerys jerked as he stared at his husband who only looked down at him. Luce hadn’t expected this and he wasn’t sure what to even say as Aemond patiently waited for him to make up his mind. 

“Yes, I would enjoy that,” He slowly answered, still hesitant but he decided he would give it a try. If his husband was willing to give him an olive branch then he would be a fool to pass it up. 

“Excellent, I am,” Aemond paused before he pursed his lips before letting out a breath, “Glad you have accepted.” 

Lucerys felt bad that the entire time all he could wonder was what Aemond had planned for him to hurt him more. He felt even worse when at the end of lunch, Aemond didn’t pull anything at all. All he did was engage him in painful small talk. 

After that they started to have lunch daily after their walks. It was nice Lucerys thought to himself. 

“Aemond?” Lucerys called quietly in their bedchambers which they have only started sharing, it was still very new to the both of them as they laid stiffly under the covers, not daring to touch one another. 

“Yes, Lucerys?” Aemond questioned as they both sat in front of the fireplace, it had been silent between the both of them but it was good. It was something that had Lucerys slowly falling in love with. 

“Why did you agree to our marriage?” 

It made Aemond pause and Lucerys had to remind himself to keep breathing as he waited for his answer. His nerves acting up as he tried to keep himself calm. 

“I will not lie to you anymore Lucerys, I did it to save my family.” 

Luce could only nod to that because he would have done the same thing if their roles had been reversed. 

“Do you regret it husband?” He asked next and Aemond looked over at him, his eye finally meeting his own and he could see the softness that was there. 

“At first yes, but now after some time I don’t.” 

Lucerys smiled lightly at that as he once again nodded at the answer, “I don’t regret it either now. I like the…. I am not quite sure what to call it.” 

“Companionship?” Aemond asked and Lucerys hummed. 

“Let’s go with that then I suppose,” He accepted, “I like this companionship we have.” 

“As do I.” 

It felt like something shifted between the two of them. It felt like something that was purely good that it almost made him cry. He turned back towards the fire and he knew Aemond had done the same, only this time the older male took his hands into his own, giving it a brief squeeze. Lucerys squeezed back. 

That night as they were getting ready for bed, Lucerys reached out to take the brush from his husband's hand, giving Aemond a chance to brush him off if he wanted to but that moment never came. Lucerys smiled as he carefully brushed long silver locks, playing with the soft strands and feeling proud of himself when Aemond let out a quiet content sigh. 

He felt warmth settle in his chest. Was it love? Lucerys was not sure but it was something that wasn’t cold despair. They were taking steps in the right direction and for that he was thankful. And he only hoped his husband felt the same way. 

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #house of the dragon #parkkrys writes #this was wonderful to write

[unrequitedloveletter]

Constantly- Jesper Fahey x gn! reader

Okay! This is a rare fic of mine that sort of follows post-ck canon and I think it’s a pretty good foothold for the Spring Break Fic-Athon. A lot of my fics will have hurt/comfort and then fluffy undertones and with this event, general feelings of contentment accidentally became a running theme lol. 

Fic type- this is mostly fluff! I love domesticity and my love for it is definitely communicated through this fic lol

Warnings-none

You grinned as you woke, finding yourself in the Henley that Jesper had worn the day before. You paused, waiting to either hear the sound of Jespers voice as he hummed or the sound of rain pelleting against your window. 

It was much to your delight that you heard both, the rain gently smattering against the window in typical Ketterdam fashion combined with Jesper as he spoke, the words having been ones that you couldn’t quite make out. 

You got up, pulling on a thin flannel that you’d purchased on a vacation to Novyi Zem in the years before, pulling on a different pair of sweatpants to the ones you’d gone to bed in for a bit more warmth without having to touch the heater. 

You proceeded down the steps of the home you’d bought in the Financial District, headed to the left and found yourself standing in the kitchen, silently watching Jesper and Colm as they talked. 

“Yeah, it’s been great,” Jesper said. “Married life, I mean. I could get used to this. I think I already have.” 

“Marriage isn’t for everyone, but everyone who it’s for finds it incredible,” Colm said with a smile. “Coffee on Saturdays, lazing about on Sundays. Knowing that you’re with someone who you love, someone who your heart never wants to let go of, it’s one of the best feelings out there, Jesper.” 

You proceeded in, wrapped your arms around Jespers shoulders for a moment, grinning as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Morning, love,” he said. 

“Hey,” you responded, grabbing a mug and feeling grateful that hot coffee had already been brewing on the pot. “Sorry I slept in.” 

“Wanted to surprise you with breakfast, so you’re fine,” Jesper said. “Da popped in for a visit. He’s staying at the Geldrenner this week. Told me he’s looking to close on a farm in the countryside, though he won’t tell with whom it is he’s making a deal.”

You shot Colm a knowing look. “Kaz Brekker?” 

Colm laughed incredulously. “How the fuck did you know?” 

You shrugged as you poured the coffee into your mug, topped off Colms. “You’re not the kind of guy who appreciates the criminal deal, but you don’t see Kaz as a criminal,” you said. 

“You, in spite of everything you witnessed back in the days of the Ice Court, think of him as a semi-legitimate businessman. Kaz probably found out when he overheard Jesper and I talking, or Inej heard and told him, that you were looking to buy a piece of farmland either with a house attached or one cheap enough that you could build one on the acreage. He’s definitely bought off a decently priced piece of land and has probably offered it to you at a rate that you can afford, or that Jesper and I can afford should you not be able to. Kaz is exactly what Matthias used to compare him to. A demon.” 

Colm laughed again. “You compare your own friend to a demon?”

“He is one,” you laughed. “He’s a demon who cares very begrudgingly, but he cares even still. Why do you want a piece of farmland in Ketterdam, anyway?”

“I was gonna buy it for you folks, as a wedding gift,” Colm said. “I am going to. I know it’s been three weeks since you got married, but you and Jesper talked about living off of the money you’d make from farming in the Geldrenner during the Ice Court days. Don’t know if it’s still your dream, but there ain’t no house on that property and I’m sure Kaz wouldn’t hate you if you sold it back to him.” 

Jesper met your gaze as you took a sip of coffee. “Still your dream, love?”

You laughed. “Of course. Still yours?” 

Jesper nodded. “I’d go anywhere with you. Yeah.” 

“Well, building a house will take two years, at minimum. Are you sure you can handle that?” Colm asked. “Do you have the finances?” 

“We split our Ice Court money to finance this, and Kaz has put us in on a few heists with payouts in the millions in the years since, so I think we’ll manage,” Jesper grinned. “We’ll adopt a few farm cats. Cats make good mousers, and they’re not too difficult to feed.” 

You grinned, pressed a kiss to Jespers cheekbone and tried not to let the contentment you felt grow overwhelming. 

You and Jesper had long discussed it, the idea of buying a plot of land and living off of it. You could grow wheat, turn that it into flour and sell it to bakeries. You could grow fruits to sell them at the markets. With the right plot of land, you could open a vineyard and have wine, bourbon, and kvas to sell to Kaz so that locally made alcohol filled the bottles that were then poured at the Slat and at the Crow Club. It was an idea that both of you liked, an idea that both of you had agreed to look into after your wedding.

It seemed Colm had beaten you to the idea, though. 

“Thanks, Da,” Jesper said. “Thank you so much. We appreciate this endlessly, and we’ll pay you back for it.”

“It’s a wedding gift!” Colm said. “No, you won’t pay me back for a fucking wedding gift, Jesper. I love you, and that’s why I’m doing this. I’m gonna finish my coffee, close a deal, and then have Kaz reach out to you with the location of the acreage I purchased.” 

You and Jesper both laughed at Colms insistence. “Thank you,” you said.

Colm shook his head. “You’re family, and if you want to retire in your twenties, like you are now, you feel free. I would’ve if I had the chance.” 

You took a sip of your coffee, let yourself feel true happiness. You had the life you wanted after so much time spent chasing it. It felt so good to be able to say that, and damn if you were going to enjoy it. 

-

The farmhouse had taken three years to be move-in ready, but, six years since Colm had bought you the land, as you stood in your own backyard with Nina, sipping water and trying to ignore the feeling of contentment as it built in your heart, you had to agree that it was worth it. Wylan was playing the flute, and you were drinking water outside as Jesper and Kaz talked with Inej and Hanne. 

“So, Ketterdam again, hm?” You asked. Nina laughed. 

“Missed it too much, and Hanne gets it. We’ll be long distance for a few months, but I--I missed the salt in the air.”

“And you totally didn’t miss a flute playing demo man, or a wraith, or a sharpshooter, or a very intimidating guy with a very terrible haircut, or even a certain person who’s an expert with a crossbow?” 

“I missed you guys too,” Nina laughed. “A lot, actually. If I have to hear about one more milestone through a letter I’ll stab someone, I fear. Speaking of milestones, hows the baby?” 

The baby who was upstairs, fast asleep. Aditi Inej Fahey, named for Jespers mother and the best friend you’d known since you were seventeen years old. 

“She sleeps all the fucking time. It’s insane. Jesper and I think the universe is trying to trick us into having a second kid,” you laughed. “We’ve agreed not to, but on the basis that we might get two babies who sleep all the time, we’ve been tempted.” 

“Kaz and Inej dealt with the same thing,” Nina laughed. “Oh, I’m glad they didn’t have another mini-Brekker, but imagine the chaos if they had. Kaz would have taught the kid how to pay their bills before they could talk.” 

You laughed, and not long thereafter, Kaz and Jesper joined your conversation where Inej and Hanne went to talk to Wylan. 

“I quite like the life we’ve got,” Jesper said. “It’s fucking perfect.” 

Kaz nodded his agreement. “When you least expect it, you turn around and suddenly, it feels like life is wonderful.”

You grinned. “So you don’t hate your house in the Financial District, then?”

Kaz shrugged. “It’s close enough to the Slat and the Crow Club. I work from home a lot now, too, so no. I hate it considerably less than I thought I would.” 

Jesper laughed. “Yeah. Soon enough, you’ll be buying a plot of land, building a house on it, and moving in. Farming brings in good money, and these houses are perfect for summer. The fields are good for get-togethers and vow-renewals, as has become apparent.” 

Kaz shrugged. “I would live on a big plot of land, sure, but I wouldn’t use that for farming. Big machines around can lead to fatal accidents, so I would rather not. Good for a walk, though, maybe a few strawberry bushes.”

“Strawberries are perfect in summer,” you nodded. “Get them onto a stove with some sugar and they make an excellent jam or syrup. Blueberries too.”

“Inej has tricked me into eating homemade jam. Pretty good stuff, honestly.” 

The conversation continued, and one by one, your friends left. First, it’d been Inej and Kaz, gone home to make sure that the Slat didn’t devolve into chaos and to see that Colm wasn’t too tired after he’d offered to babysit. Then it was Wylan, leaving with hugs and promises to meet up for breakfast in the following weeks. Nina and Hanne left last, exiting with kisses pressed to cheeks and tellings of excitement for Ninas return to Ketterdam.

Just like that, you and Jesper were alone in your house again, folding laundry and humming and mentioning bringing the flour that you’d gotten from the wheat and the kvas that you’d gotten from it, into the city. It was summer, and you would return to the city once more with the start of autumn. Seeing Kaz and Inej would grow frequent as you once again became bigger players and got decent paychecks from more than just the farming. 

You would laugh at Jespers jokes and have dinners with him, Inej, and Kaz. You would bond over how it’d begun to feel as though time was flying by, how it’d felt like that for the better part of a decade.

But, in that moment, as Jesper offered you his hand and you took it, as you danced in the light of the candle you’d lit on your coffee table, you found that you were so excited for life to keep on going, because it kept on going with Jesper. It kept on going with your friends, the people who made life worth it, the ones who’d mattered to you then and would always matter.

Jesper pressed his forehead against yours. “I will love you until I am rendered incapable of doing so,” Jesper whispered. “I love you constantly.” 

You grinned as Jespers arms wrapped around your waist, as yours rested on his shoulders, and your lips met, your response being communicated in just that kiss. 

Jesper loved you constantly, and in return, you loved him the same. You always would. 

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey #six of crows #shadow and bone

[supercorpkid]

Anti-hero

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader

Word count: 2550.

“Oh, you again.” Supergirl whines when she sees you sneaking in through the window. You smirk, coming out of the shadows.

“Aw, ya missed me, hot stuff?” You joke looking around the crime scene, only half-heartedly paying attention, because Supergirl is right in front of you. It’s annoying how good she looks and how nice she smells even in a room with a dead body. She huffs her annoyance and you love when she does that.

“I don’t know why you’re here.” She crosses her arms. “You might as well be the person who killed him.”

“Oh, come on, y’know that’s not really my style.” You don’t have a style, if you’re being honest. It’s more like do whatever you like, whenever you like and if someone gets in your way, then you deal with it. You know, in whichever way you find suitable. “And I’m here to help.”

“Yeah, right.” She snorts, not believing you.

“Ouch.” You pretend, putting a hand on your heart exaggeratedly. “Y’know I’m not as bad as you make me seem.”

“Oh, please. We both know you only care about yourself.” Supergirl looks around, clearly using her x-ray vision.

“Excuse ya?”

“Shhh, be quiet, evil one.” She shushes you, and you give her an eye roll even if she can’t see it.

“Name calling, Supergirl? That’s not very super of ya.” You throw yourself in a comfortable armchair behind you. “Y’just hurt my feelings. I’m hurt.”

“Get up from there,” Supergirl quickly looks behind herself to see you sitting, then turns her face back to the dead man in front of her. “you’re compromising a crime scene.”

“Can’t stand up. You’ve really hurt me. You just put a knife through my heart, hot stuff.” You pretend, over dramatic as always. “Please, apologize.”

“You’re a pain.” It’s all she can say, but after a while when she sees you still haven’t moved she adds, “Sorry,” she spits fast hoping you will miss it, but you don’t. “now get up.”

You smile, stand up and stop right next to her.

“Hey, when we’re done here, d’you wanna go out for a drink?”

“Do you ever stop talking?” You look up thinking about it. You’re not a very talkative person, but being around Supergirl brings that in you. You deny it with your head. “I thought you were here to work.”

“Oh, I am. I already solved the case a few minutes ago. Now I’m just here trying to figure out how I can get that cute ass of ya in my bed.”

“Ugh.” Supergirl makes her way to the window. “I swear, I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Join my team? Let me join yours? Marry me?”

“Alright.” Supergirl is not agreeing with you. She is annoyed and trying to make you stop talking. You love the way you can get under her skin, but you hate when she leaves, though you do love the look of her ass on her suit, so you know, it’s bittersweet.

You turn back to the dead body on the floor. “Thanks for dying, I’ve been meaning to see Supes again for a while. Oh, you ain’t gonna need that money anymore. Thanks bro.”

It’s been a couple of days since you last saw Supergirl. You’ve been tailing the actual killer for a while now, so you’re sure you’ll meet her again soon. You know, once that pretty dumb head of hers figure out this has the Riddler’s name written all over it.

But the truth is, you can’t get her out of your head, and apparently, you’re not the only one.

“Why does Y/N bother you so much?”

“Because!” Alex only raises her eyes at Kara’s flushed face. She’s been talking about that encounter for two days now, and her sister knows better. “I know she’s good, but she only cares about herself and money. Alex, she solved the crime faster than I did, just think how much good she would do if she were on our side.”

Alex doesn’t buy it. Sure, her sister doesn’t like the whole idea of morally gray, but she wouldn’t talk this much about you if she didn’t care enough. “We have enough people on our side. Besides, so what if she only cares about herself? It’s not like she’s doing anything wrong.”

“She stole the senator’s wallet.”

“Maybe she needed the money.” Alex defends you and Kara raises her eyes at her suspiciously.

“Why are you defending her?”

“I’m not. I just think there’s so much more from your annoyance than what you’re making it seem, so maybe you should think long and hard about it.” Alex makes her way out of the room in the Tower, pressing the elevator button. “Oh, and please, think about it alone. If I never hear Y/N’s name again it will be too soon.”

Your encounter with Riddler wasn’t one of the best ones. That being said, he almost killed you. But you made it out alive! You’re good at doing that despite all odds.

Yet, for you to actually stop him, you know you’re going to need more than your brains. For this one, you kinda need Supergirl’s help.

Which, by the way, you absolutely hate. First of all, you can’t believe you’re actually going after the bad guy. The real heroes are supposed to do that, but Riddler has been messing with some important people and the heroes of this town are apparently too slow to catch on. And second, you like how Kara gets flushed and bothered by your advances, but admitting that you need someone’s help is a low blow for you. Also, and most importantly, you don’t want Kara to think you’re good now. Cause you know, you’re good, but with a twist.

Still, you make your way to their secret hiding spot. It’s the tallest building in National City and you’re sure it’s also a spaceship, but sure, let’s pretend it’s a “secret”.

You land inside the Tower, and just for the show you do a flip on the floor and get up in the middle of the room.

“Oh, hey Alex.” You say nonchalantly, like long-lost friends, and she furrows her brows at you, along with everyone else in the room.

“Y/N, hi.” Alex looks at the window that usually only Supergirl uses given how high it is. “How-”

“You should really improve your security.” You look around at the circle of heroes that just formed around you, not intimidated. “Luthor, Guardian” you nod at them. “Dreamer, looking good, babygirl.” you nod at Nia next. “Martian, Brainy.” You furrow your brows when you go around the circle and your eyes land on Alex again. “Where’s your hot sister?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes. “Don’t pretend you don’t know how hot she is.” You know that’s not why she looked shocked, but you fake it anyway. “Well? I could really use Supes’ help.”

“With what?”

“Riddler, obviously. I figured out his motives for the senator’s death and he is after me. Now, I usually wouldn’t ask Kara’s help with it, but I do like watching her getting flustered when I hit on her.”

“Supergirl is not responding to the call. That’s what this meeting is about.” Brainy informs you.

“Brainy!” Nia elbows him.

“Ah, what the hell, she already knows Supergirl’s secret identity.” Alex shrugs. “Last I heard from her, she was going after the Riddler.”

“That’s not good.” You run off to the balcony, ready to jump out when Alex throws a rope at your feet and you fall on the floor. “Ouch. Ya could’ve just asked me to stay!”

“Where are you going?” They come closer, and you sit, looking at them. You make no move at taking the ropes out of your feet, because they clearly need to feel you’re on their side, and you can’t let them know this stupid rope can’t really keep you down.

“After Kara, of course! Riddler has a new device where he projects an almost impossible puzzle inside your mind and you sorta get trapped there until you solve it. In the meantime, he kills ya.”

“And how exactly do you know that?” Lena asks, coming closer.

“No need to get suspicious.” You roll your eyes at her. “Y’know guys, it really hurts this mistrustfulness.”

They don’t care about hurting your feelings, they just keep staring at you waiting for an answer.

“He did it to me. Lucky for me, he had also trapped ‘Impossible Girl’ and while he killed her, I solved the riddle and escaped.” Audible gasps leave their mouths. “Don’t look so shocked, I’m smart.”

“Not that!” Lena spits and you agree with your head. Right, Impossible Girl died. Honestly, you tried to feel sorry for her, but you cared more about surviving than you did about her.

“You know where he is,” Alex points out. Not a question, so you don’t answer. “and you’re running off to him again after you barely made it out alive.” She narrows her eyes at you, crouching in front of you. “I know you like to tease Supergirl with your flirting, but is it possible you really care about her?”

You hate the thought that crosses your mind. Usually, when you think about Supergirl, you are under her in bed and she is showing you all her stamina and strength. But right now, you picture glasses-on, cute smile, cardigan-wearer, Kara Danvers and you kissing lovingly. Ew. What’s wrong with you?

You untangle the ropes from your feet in one swift movement, taking them by surprise. “The longer we stay here, the easier it is for him to figure out a way to kill her. Especially because you know your sister isn’t the smartest cookie around.”

It feels cheap throwing a punch at her while she is not even here, but it’s your defensive mechanism and you already have much to care about at this moment.

“If you don’t believe me, some of y’all can come with me.” You land your eyes on Nia. “Not all.”

Nia rolls her eyes and huffs a complaint, that you don’t care enough to listen to. You’re already on your feet and ready to make your way out when you look back at Supergirl’s team.

“Brainy and Lena, only. I’ll already be too busy saving Supergirl’s hot ass to care about y’all.” You throw them a location device that Brainy quickly picks it up on the air. “We’ll rendezvous outside his evil layer.”

Alex throws a comm for you in the air as well, and you pick it up and put it on your ear while jumping off the balcony.

Surprisingly, to you at least, after a few minutes Lena and Brainy show up. But you know Alex and Guardian are close by, probably for extraction if necessary.

“The device is going to work on all of us, so do your best to solve the riddle as fast as you can so we can stop him together.”

It’s not that you’re smarter than all of them (although who knows, maybe you are), but it’s mostly because you are familiar with the way Riddler’s psycho head works, that you solve the riddle a lot faster than all of them.

“You came back for more.” The Riddler says, smiling wide open, and you roll your eyes, pointing your weapon at him.

“Save me the big speech, assface. Let Supergirl go.” You point your blaster gun at him. He seems unfazed.

“She can get out by herself, all she needs to do is solve the riddle.” You come closer, weapon touches the back of his head.

“Yeah, we both know that’s not gonna happen, so let Supergirl go and I won’t kill ya. Even though I’m dying to.”

“Well, for me to do so, riddle me this-”

“Oh shut up.” You press a button on your weapon, charging the air blast, and the noise gets louder in his head. “Supergirl, or your head dude, simple as that.”

“Fine.” He lets go of the hold on her, and you watch her suck in a big breath and fall to the ground. While you’re distracted looking at Kara, he gets out of your hold, running off. “Bye!”

He rushes out of the evil layer and you roll your eyes, definitely not going after him. “Riddler’s going your way, Alex.” You speak on the comm and rush to Supergirl.

“You okay in there?” You show her your hand, and she grabs it, standing up.

Kara takes a look around, seeing Lena and Brainy in their paralyzed state, but no Riddler threatening their lives.

“You came to save me?” It’s a question, but Kara doesn’t look surprised. It’s more like she feels dazzled by the fact that you’re here. Which you don’t hate as much as the other expression she could have.

“Someone had to save that rocking bod of ya.” You point at Lena and Brainy still stuck in their own minds. Even though you stopped the Riddler, you still have to find his device. Or maybe it’s with him and Alex has to catch him, who cares. Kara opens a timid smile, looking thankful and impressed. “Y’know, last time someone looked at me like that, we didn’t leave the bed for a whole weekend.” You raise your eyebrows at her, and she sighs at your advances.

“Let’s save them.” She moves away from you and you give yourself a shit-eating grin.

“Ya blushing, gorgeous.” You turn around, attaching the rope back into the harness around your waist. “Call me up when ya ready to put this tension between us to bed.”

“Wait, what?” Supergirl turns around to look at you, shock on her face. “You’re leaving? They’re still trapped in their minds.”

“So? Let them work a little to solve the riddle, it’s not like they’re going to die if they don’t.” Kara’s mouth drops, more shocked than before. “What? Aren’t they supposed to be the smart ones in your little league?”

“You’re going to leave them like this?” Her face frowns, and she comes closer, eyes shooting daggers at you. “Well, then, leave! Here I was thinking you cared about anyone else but yourself, but you’re ready to leave them in danger! You’re always ready to leave everyone behind, aren’t you?”

You clench your jaw at the accusation, your heart squeezing on your chest and you swallow deep to keep yourself from crying in front of her. “Not everyone. Not you.”

“If you really cared about me, you’d stay and help me save my friends.”

You look down, considering your options. You know Kara would do this for you, she would stay until the very end to make sure you were completely safe. But then again, she would do that for everyone. Not you specifically, because she is nice to every single stupid problematic person in this world. But you are not. And still, you put your life at risk to come here and save her and she still thinks you don’t care enough about her.

“Well then,” you swallow your anger. “I guess I don’t care about you at all.” You start the device, roll yourself up the window, then jump out of it. “Asshole.”

#supergirl #kara danvers #kara x reader #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl imagine #reader insert

[formulauno98]

Once Upon a Time in Monaco | Chapter Three // Part 2

Monaco may have had a reputation for being glamorous but waking up with a hangover there had you feeling anything but. Wining and dining sponsors was starting to take its toll.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: This one is a slow burn so none

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

Thursday AM

You woke up early the following morning with a thumping headache. Hindsight was a beautiful thing and if you had known about the imminent hangover, you never would have downed that last Negroni.

Groaning as you got up out of bed, rubbing your eyes and pushing the switch to open to lavish curtains, last night came flooding back to you. You weren’t sure what to make of Toto inviting you to his apartment but you were glad you were lucid enough to decline. At best you would have woken up with an even worse hangover and at worst, who knows what could have happened between you and the handsome team principal. There was a spark there for sure but you knew it would be foolish and unprofessional to act on it.

You opened the patio door and stepped out onto the balcony, taking a moment to enjoy the sweeping view of the harbour. The grandstands were already in place ahead of the race weekend as well as a number of extremely large yachts. You were due to dine on one of them on Friday evening, again with Toto, your task being to schmooz some new sponsors. You’d brought a selection of dresses for the occasion and were looking forward to getting dressed up. 

Settling on one of the loungers on your balcony you took out your phone. Surprised to see several notifications from Toto you opened up WhatsApp.

This is mortifying. Do people actually like this?

Last night came rushing back to you, you’d sent Toto one of the many thirst traps of him. Oups.

You scrolled down, Toto had seemingly discovered Tiktok and how to use it.

There are more. I look like a fool in all of them. 

I’m never partying again.

Or wearing a white shirt on the podium.

Or rolling up my sleeves.

You laughed out loud at his monologue.

Y/N, are you awake?

His last text, sent at 2:31 simply read.

Let’s talk tomorrow. Good night.

You gulped, hoping he wasn’t annoyed. You always got too bold when a drink was in your hand and you should have learned your lesson by now.

You decided against a text reply as you’d be seeing him down in the paddock in an hour or so and it might be a better conversation to have in person.

Quickly getting ready you headed down to the hotel lobby to make your way to the track for the day. As always several other team members were milling about and you quickly spotted Bella, the electronics engineer who you had gotten to know in Barcelona.

"Morning Y/N! How are you? How was the dinner?" she greeted you warmly.

"I’m good thanks, how about you? “ you paused, adding The dinner was… interesting. It went well but I stayed out far too late."

"I’m good, got here late last night. Funnily enough, I saw you walking up the hill with Toto. I was having a cheeky cigarette on my balcony and heard laughing. He’s pretty easy to spot. You guys looked pretty chummy." she said, a bemused smile dancing across her face.

Caught by surprise, you tried to laugh it off, "Oh gosh, we drank a little too much so he offered to walk me back up the hill. He had to leave his car at the restaurant."

"Really?" her eyes widened, "Just the two of you? Or the UBS guys too?"

You paused again, not wanting to start paddock rumours, "All of us." A little white lie here and there wouldn’t hurt. You liked Bella but weren’t sure how much you could trust her for now.

"Oof, a fun night then? Nice of him to walk you home safe. I think he likes you." she teased.

"He’s just a gentleman, I’m sure he does that for everyone." you brushed it off.

Bella looked unconvinced, "I’ve never seen him link arms with anyone, giggling." 

"He was just drunk, he could barely stand up. I was worried about him going home by himself." you lied.

"You could have gone back with him?" she said cheekily.

"Because that would be extremely professional in my third week on the job," you replied sarcastically.

"Ooh, so you would if circumstances were different?" Bella’s face lit up.

"Of course not. He’s nice but not my type, not to mention he’s virtually double my age. Him being my boss aside." you said.

“Sure, sure,” said Bella, “Joking aside, I’m glad it went well. I know you were nervous but I knew they’d be nothing to worry about. We’re laughing about him but Toto knows the art of the deal.”

“Indeed.” You replied, somewhat received the grilling was over, you added, “Are you heading to the track?”

“I’m going to a mini briefing first then yes heading down, are you going now?” She said, gesturing towards a few of her colleagues who were nearby.

“Yes I am, so I will see you down there. Nice to chat, we should try and grab drinks on Saturday night maybe?” In your current hungover state, you couldn’t think of anything worse than going out but you hoped by Saturday you’d be feeling up to it. You wanted to get to know the team better and Bella was your way into the technical side of things.

“Absolutely, I think the guys were planning something so let’s text and we’ll figure it out.” Bella smiled, “Right, I had better go, see you later Y/N”

“Sounds like a plan, see you later Bella.” You turned and made your way out of the lobby and into the sunshine.

FRIDAY AM

Yesterday had flown by, with briefing and meeting after briefing and meeting. You had barely stopped and had welcomed an early night. Waking up, you felt well-rested and eager for the day that lay ahead.

Tonight was your potential new sponsor’s yacht dinner and you wanted to make sure you were looking your best so had done a fair amount of pampering the evening before. Your dinner hosts were a fintech company who were new to the F1 sponsorship game. Having done your due diligence, you had discovered that the men you were meeting were much younger than your typical sponsors, closer to your age than Toto’s so you hoped that they would be more receptive to your negotiations than the formidable team boss’.

You hadn’t seen or heard from Toto yesterday and were still unsure how he would be when you did. You hoped that you might see him before this evening as it could potentially be a little awkward considering how things were left. Just as you were thinking about this your phone buzzed.

Y/N, are you available for lunch with TW?

It was Lara, Toto’s assistant. You quickly replied.

Yes of course, in Toto’s office? What time?

You had almost finished getting ready when your phone buzzed again. This time it was Toto.

Y/N, are you available for lunch? I’d like to see you. TW.

You’d barely pressed reply when your phone buzzed again, this time it was Lara.

Yes please, 13h00.

Scrambling to reply to both you followed up Lara’s message first with a punchy.

Great. In the diary.

You then started typing your reply to Toto.

Sounds good, I have organised it with Lara. 

Again your phone buzzed twice in quick succession.

Thank you Y/N. Lara’s message was short and to the point.

Thanks. I will see you later. Toto’s message was equally as short, he was a busy man after all.

FRIDAY PM

You were sitting in your office at the track with a closed laptop, having finished up your morning’s calls and emails. Lunch with Toto was any minute now and while waiting for the inevitable knock on your office door from Lara you thought you’d take a minute to refresh your make-up.

You were midway through putting on bright red lipstick when the knock came, although it wasn’t Lara as you had suspected but in fact Toto himself.

“Y/N, are you off the phone?” His deep voice came from the other side of the door.

You hurriedly hid your make-up bag in case he opened the door, calling out “Yes sure, shall I come next door?”

“Yes please, I’ve had lunch laid out already.” Breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn’t seen you primping, you heard Toto’s footsteps make the short trip back to his office. Getting up from your chair, you straightened your outfit and made your way to join him.

“Hello Y/N.” Toto was sat on one side of his desk, an impressive spread of salads and quiches laid out in front of him.

“Hi, Toto. How are you?” You were slightly unnerved as Toto didn’t break eye contact as you took the seat across from him.

“Good thank you, and yourself?” He said still not breaking eye contact.

“I’m great thanks, it’s been a busy morning but I’m excited for this evening and the weekend that lies ahead.” you felt yourself rambling and feeling awkward you decided to address the elephant in the room, “How were you yesterday? I hope you weren’t feeling too rough?”

Breaking his steely gaze, Toto smiled slightly, “I was fine. I trust you were too? I was surprised not to hear from you, after your late-night message?” 

Feeling slightly like he was scolding you, you retorted, “I was fine, I had meetings all day so I was short on time.” Softening slightly, you added, “Sorry I didn’t reply, I didn’t want to disturb you yesterday.”

Seemingly appeased, Toto eyed you up. “That’s very considerate. In future please let me know that you are okay, I was worried. I almost sent Lara to your hotel to check on you.”

“That’s very kind, hopefully, this evening won’t be quite so merry though. We’ll be in bed by eleven o’clock tops.” Toto’s eyes went wide, and realising your faux-pas you added, “In bed sleeping. Our separate beds sleeping.”

Toto laughed, “I know what you meant but it sounded funny. I think that would get the sponsors talking.” 

Blushing, you replied, “Not in the way we want.”

“I suppose not.” Toto looked deep in thought, “Please do dig in, Lara over-ordered I think, there is enough food for at least four people here.”

Dig in you did, and you carried on chatting strategy for the evening’s dinner as you wolfed down your salads. Toto would play hardball and you would take a softer approach, offering them deal sweeteners such as paddock passes and driver meet-and-greets. Money can’t buy experiences that didn’t cost the team much at all.

“Thank you for joining me Y/N. It’s nice to be able to chat and take some time out. It feels easy with you.” Toto looked genuinely happy as he cleared his plate.

“Well thank you for inviting me, it was nice to chat too.” You smiled at him, before adding, “Sorry if I freaked you out by sending you the thirst traps the other night, I know it was somewhat inappropriate but I do think it’s important you know about them.”

“I can’t say I love them but thank you for making me aware.” Toto looked bashful, “The internet is a crazy place sometimes. Why anyone would want me like that I still don’t know.”

“Don’t be silly, have you seen yourself? It’s hardly surprising.” You tried to backtrack, hoping you didn’t sound too forward, “Look at the other team principals, there aren’t any others like you.”

“Well thank you Y/N. I’m not sure I agree but I’ll take your word for it.” Toto looked bemused. “I wonder if the others get the same treatment.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen a Christian Horner thirst trap, nor do I particularly want to seek one out but in the name of research I’ll have my team look into it.” You smirked, “If I do encounter one, I will of course be expensing the therapy bill.”

“Of course.” Toto laughed, “I’m surprised you didn’t ask that after watching mine.”

“Oh.” Struggling not to laugh you joked, “Don’t worry the bill is on its way.”

“Watch out, after your Drive to Survive debut you might have some fans of your own,” Toto said cheekily.

“I very much doubt that but let’s see.” You retorted. Toto looked at you intensely and opened his mouth to say something before being interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in.” He said, still gazing at you.

Lara opened the door, “Sorry to interrupt but Toto, it’s two o’clock, I have Dave downstairs for you, can I bring him up?” 

“Shit, I lost track of the time. We have finished anyway. Could you please have someone clear lunch and then bring him up?” Toto said, hurriedly stacking cutlery.

“No problem, I’ll send someone now and stall him with a coffee,” Lara said.

“Great, thank you,” Toto said, dismissing his assistant.

“Sorry that was my fault,” you said, apologetically, helping Toto to clear his desk, neatly stacking the empty plates on one corner.

“Not at all, not at all, I enjoy our chats. You’re the only one who talks to me like I am a person and not a dragon.” Toto said.

“So you’ve said. Well, I suppose I had better head off. Can I take any of this?” You asked, standing up and gesturing at the plates.

“No, no, it’s good. Lara is sending someone.” Toto waved his hands, “I will see you later in your hotel lobby at seven-thirty.”

“Thank you, Toto, see you later.” You said, making your way out of his compact office.

FRIDAY EVENING

You were almost ready, having gone back and forth in your girls’ group chat on outfits once again. This time you’d settled on a long, red ruffled slip dress from Rat and Boa. You’d picked it up in Barcelona and were excited to wear it, fashioning your hair into a sleek bun and finishing the look with some minimal gold hoops. You kept your make-up simple with winged eyeliner and your trusty red lipstick. Glancing at the clock it was seven thirty on the dot so you grabbed your clutch bag and dashed down to the lobby where you immediately spotted Toto, leaning casually on a marble column.

“Good evening, you scrub up well!” You said, kissing Toto on the cheek. The dinner was a black tie event and Toto had pulled out all of the stops, looking dapper in a black tuxedo, white shirt and black bow tie. 

Toto looked equally as enamoured with your outfit, bending down to kiss your other cheek and taking a step back to admire your dress, “Y/N, you look like a supermodel.”

“At this height? Shhh. But I’ll take that!” You said, laughing it off. 

“Honestly, you look beautiful.” He said, still looking you up and down.

“Well, you’re not so bad yourself.” You replied, “Shall we head off? Sorry, I’m a little late, my meetings ran late so I had about thirty seconds to get ready.”

“Yes of course. If you can look like that in thirty seconds, I’d love to see what you can do in an hour.” Toto said smoothly as you made your way out to the valet.

“Essentially this with better make-up.” You batted his compliment off, concerned you were quickly getting into flirting territory once again.

“Better? This is perfect.” He said sweetly, as the valet pulled up in his classic Mercedes. 

You almost had deja-vu as Toto helped you into the passenger seat, this time taking his time to tuck your dress into the footwell.

“Thanks, Toto,” you said as he closed the door, rushing around to the driver's seat.

“For what?” He asked, as he started the engine and pulled out of the hotel driveway.

“For coming to collect me, I could have got a car or a taxi.” You turned to him, “It’s very kind of you.”

“Well, it looks strange if we arrive at different times. You’ll see as time goes on that our team is a family and we always try to convey that to the outside world, especially to sponsors and partners.” He said effusively.

“It really is lovely,” you said, turning back to gaze out of the window at the spectacular marina view, “Monaco is so beautiful, I’m looking forward to tonight.”

“You think? It is too built up for my liking.” Toto said, “I prefer the scenery about twenty minutes down the coast where it’s more rugged.”

“Interesting,” you said, “I’ll have to check it out sometime.”

“I can show you if we ever have time.” He smiled.

“I’d like that,” you continued looking out at the view, “So, I’m thinking we lay off the negronis tonight?”

“For sure, I don’t think I could stomach it. I’ll be on champagne and sparkling water only.” He said, somewhat apologetically.

“Don’t worry, I think I’ll be the same, I don’t want to fall off the boat.” You teased.

“Yes that wouldn’t be the wisest course of action,” he chuckled. 

As Toto drove down the winding roads towards the marina, you fell into a comfortable silence, admiring the dusky views. You glanced down as he shifted gears and couldn’t help but notice how large his hand was on the gearstick, gulping as you thought about the fact that he’d easily be able to wrap his hands around your waist. Not one to miss a trick, he caught you staring, “I know it’s an odd gearstick, not the easiest to drive to tell you the truth.”

Breathing a sigh of relief that he thought you were interested in the car you replied, “Yes, very unusual. I can’t say I’ve ever seen one like it.”

You carried on discussing classic cars for the rest of the journey, Toto incredibly animated as he spoke about his love for all things motoring. You were surprised to learn that had a small but impressive collection of fifties and sixties sports cars as well as a few motorbikes. He was clearly a man who enjoyed the finer things in life without being flashy. His garage comprised of Mercedes, Porsches and an old Ferrari, not the brash Lamborghinis, Paganis and McLarens that lined the streets of Monte Carlo.

It wasn’t long before you reached the Yacht Club with Toto pulling up to the valet service. You hopped out, making sure not to tangle your dress as Toto handed the keys over. You took in your surroundings, not sure in which direction to look, never having been this close to so many super yachts. Ever the gentleman, Toto made his way around to the passenger side of the car and stuck his arm out for you to help walk across the floating marina tiles.

"I think they will be somewhere over there." he pointed down one of the outer avenues of the marina towards a few of the larger yachts. 

"Not too far then," you replied with a smile.

Just as you started to make your way towards the floating platform an extremely tanned, smartly dressed man approached you.

"Good evening Mr Wolff, Madame. Please let me show you the way," he said, gesturing for you to follow him down the route you had already been heading.

"Thank you," said Toto politely, turning to wink at you, knowing full well that he knew the way without directions. 

It wasn’t long before you reached the impressive yacht that was to be your venue for the evening. It was one of the largest boats in the marina and was sparkling with lights strung across the deck. Tinkly piano music was already playing and you could hear the buzz of voices and glasses clinking from the other side of the deck.

As you made your way up the ramp you were suddenly not sure of the correct yacht etiquette, knowing that you normally remove your shoes once on deck. You decided you’d take Toto’s lead on this one and waited to see what he would do.

Fortunately, your dilemma was quickly solved as Toto knelt down next to a basket of shoes. You quickly followed suit and divested yourself of your sparkly sandals. The first hurdle complete, Damian, your host for the evening then sauntered around to greet you.

"Mr Wolff, Miss Y/N, lovely to meet you at long last." he stuck out a hand to shake Toto’s before greeting you with double kisses.

"Likewise, this is a beautiful boat, it’s such a treat to be invited to dinner," said Toto.

"She’s not bad is she?" Damian chuckled, "Please follow me, we’re waiting for two more then we will start serving."

As you followed Damian around towards the front deck you took in the luxurious surroundings. The deck was immaculately teaked and lit with golden lights on each side. Too distracted for your own good, you tripped up a small stair. 

"Are you okay?" Toto whispered, putting his hand on the small of your back protectively.

"Yes, too busy admiring the scenery," you mumbled, a little embarrassed by your slip-up, a tingle running down your spine as Toto’s hand lingered on your back. 

“It happens to the best of us.” He said kindly, dropping his hand and allowing you to continue following Damian around to the front deck where the dinner was taking place. A large white tablecloth-adorned table greeted you, laid out with impressive floral arrangements and glittering candles. Damian had pulled out all of the stops.

The table was set for at least twenty, you tried to count the chairs but lost count after fourteen, with well-dressed guests milling about. No sooner had you come around the corner than several heads whipped around, clearly noticing Toto. He was a man who commanded attention wherever he went and you spent the next ten minutes being greeted and introduced to everybody on board.

It wasn’t long before a gong sounded, signifying it was time to sit down for dinner. You searched for your name on the place cards and weren’t surprised to see that you were seated in between Damian and Toto. You made to pull out your chair but ever the gentleman, Toto got there first, making sure you sat before he did.

“Thank you, Toto, such a gentleman,” you smiled, as he settled down beside you.

“I try,” he smirked.

———

You spent the next hour being wined and dined by Damian and his team. Fortunately, he was an interesting man and time flew as you chatted all about his business and what he could bring to the table for your team. Toto was engrossed in conversation with Damian’s business partner who was sat opposite so you were alone in discussing the logistics of the deal.

It wasn’t long before dinner was wrapped and the evening was quietening down. Toto had turned his attention to you and Damian, keen to close the deal before the end of the night. You were glad that he now trusted you enough to take the lead on this and Damian agreed to your terms in no time at all, calling for one more bottle of champagne to be brought over to celebrate.

As you said cheers Toto caught your eye, smiling proudly. You met his gaze and smiled back before knocking back your final glass of champagne. It had gotten cold on the yacht as the evening had darkened and you were shivering slightly in your strappy dress, eager to make a move. Noticing this, Toto began to steer the conversation towards an endpoint and it wasn’t long before you were making your move back to dry land.

“You look so cold Y/N, please take my jacket.” He said kindly as you both knelt to put your shoes back on.

“No, it’s cold, you should keep it! It’s not far back to the car.” You said, your voice shaking as your teeth slightly chattered.

“Nonsense,” Toto said, removing his jacket and gently draping it around your shoulders. “Here, you need it more than I do.”

“Thank you, Toto,” you said, “You’re too kind.”

“It’s the least I could do, thanks to you we landed a new sponsor who is going to be a great fit.” He said in a hushed tone, conscious you were still on Damian’s boat.

“Fingers crossed,” you said, getting up and starting to make your way back down the ramp to the marina, careful not to lose your footing. Toto quickly followed, making your way back towards the valet.

“By the way, my driver is going to collect us as I’ve had some champagne,” Toto said. 

“You have a driver?” You said incredulously, before realising of course he would.

“Yes, only on special occasions though, I should have thought ahead the other night but didn’t plan for the negronis.” He said bashfully.

“That’s cool, I didn’t plan for that either.” You said, laughing at the memory of you both staggering back up the hill, “I had fun though!”

“So did I Y/N.” he smiled, before adding “Oh he’s here already.”

You followed Toto towards a black Mercedes saloon, the driver hopping out to greet you both. “Good evening Mr Wolff, Miss Y/N.”

You slid into the back seat, surprised to see Toto follow you in through the same door, making you move across.

“Sorry Y/N, this is bad manners but it’s cold.” He said guiltily, settling down beside you.

“Not at all, would you like your jacket back?” You asked.

“Please keep it for the ride, we’ll drop you off first,” Toto said, murmuring your hotel address to his driver.

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You said before turning towards him, a glint in your eye, “Now that we’re off the boat, what did you think of Damian?”

Toto paused, measuring his words, “I liked him, he’s very Silicon Valley but he seems like a good man. I’m looking forward to seeing him in the paddock, he enjoys Formula One and racing, it’s refreshing. What did you think?”

“I would agree, he was very down-to-earth. I think he was in awe of you.” You said.

“Do you think?” Toto smiled, “I thought he was in awe of you, he couldn’t stop staring at you all night.”

“That’s only because I was sat next to you and was in the way.” You laughed, “As you said, he appreciates his racing. He was so impressed that you were such good friends with Niki. He kept asking me about him.”

“Interesting,” Toto’s eyebrow raised, “I think he was more impressed by your red dress but we’ll beg to differ. Niki would have liked you, you know.”

Surprised by this admission, you replied, “Do you think?”

“I know, and not just because of the red dress.” He laughed, “You’re very straightforward and don’t bullshit like so many other Comms people. It’s a skill.”

“Thank you, that means a lot,” you said, not sure what to make of his compliment. “I would have loved to have met him, he sounded like a cool guy. It must be horrid not having him around.”

Toto sighed, “Yes, I miss him every day. There are always so many things I wish I could ask him.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, lightly placing your hand on Toto’s where it rested on the middle seat, “These things never get any easier but hopefully we can get back on top and create some new happy memories in his honour.”

“I hope so,” Toto said, flipping your hand and squeezing it in his. “Let’s hope tomorrow and Sunday bring some success.”

———

SUNDAY EVENING

Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be, a poor qualifying was followed with Lewis finishing P5 and George P7 in the race, far from the championship-contending victories your team desperately needed. Morale was low and after getting a dressing down from Toto and the Chief Engineer in the post-race debrief, the team were not in the mood to celebrate. Drinks with Bella and the team had never happened and the air was thick with frustration. The graft had started for Baku and you were thankful to be flying out of Nice airport.

Still perplexed by Toto and his flirty but gentlemanly nature you’d laid low during the race weekend, making sure all contact went through Lara. Your next one-on-one wouldn’t be until the Friday before Baku so you had plenty of time to get your thoughts in order.