#i wish i could say i coloured these gifs but they coloured themselves

[astroismypassion]

Astrology observations 🌌🌌

Credit goes to my Tumblr blog @astroismypassion

🌌 Virgo MC can’t really get away with “bad decisions”. For example, if they don’t eat well, overindulge, they are more likely to get backlash or criticism from people.

💙 Retrograde Mars people can often percieve themselves as not enough sexually desirable. They might think people don’t want to have sex with them.

💜 People with Capricorn Moon or Moon in the 10th house and other Earth Moon feel like their mental health starts get better if they just begin doing chores.

🌌 Neptune in the 4th house and Pisces IC native is that family member that can’t ever be blamed. Family members might even fear hurting this native due to how innocent they are and that they have the most unconditional love out of all family members.

💙 Gemini Suns are scared of gossip. Because they are aware of the fact that even a made-up thing can be turned into “a fact” too quickly and that people can end up taking a misconstructed thing as the whole reality.

💜 To me Virgo Venus has “minimalist” aesthetic, Taurus Venus “quiet luxury” aesthetic, Pisces Venus “coastal grand daughter” or “cottagecore” aesthetic and Capricorn Venus “preppy” or “dark academia” aesthetic.

🌌 I noticed Scorpio Moons most often only have one active social media account. Like they would use JUST Tiktok or just Tumblr, just Instagram and nothing else.

💙 Neptune in the 1st house women enjoy colouring their hair and changing colour. This is even more prominent if they also have Uranus in the 1st house.

💜 Women with Virgo Mars might have a husband that is gluten or dairy free. Also, your partner might have really nice skin if Virgo Mars is located in the 9th house or the 2nd, but if it’s in the 8th house or aspected with Pluto, he could actually struggle with keeping a healthy skin, could be prone to acne.

🌌 Musicians who have Gemini North Node or North Node in the 3rd house were discovered on Youtube or on a social media platform.

💙People with Scorpio over the 12th house or Pluto in the 12th house might help or serve ill people, such as granting the wish of critically ill people.

💜 You might buy food, food brands or meals from people who share your Moon sign. As an example: if you are Taurus Moon, you buy food items made by Taurus Sun people. If you are ans Aries Moon, you support food brands made by Aries Sun.

🌌 Leo Rising hair always stands out. Even if they are bald, have buzz cut, thin or frizzy hair. People tend to remember their hair the most.

💙 Gemini Mercury loove saying “fun fact…”. 😂

💜 Sagittarius Mars natives might really like their first time (having sex).

🌌 And also a side note, I noticed a pattern that people tend to describe their first time mostly with their Mars sign traits. If it’s Cancer Mars, they felt really comfortable and it was probably with someone they really, really liked and had a crush on for a very long time. Virgo Mars could point that it might have been a quickie or you paused and had a second round. It could also mean that you first started with a hand job, oral. Taurus Mars could also mean your first time started with a blow job (Taurus rules throat). Like 8th house sign also comes into the consideration.

💙 Taurus Moon people love having a drink with them. They love a cup or glass in hands. Such as grabing a smoothie, a cup of coffee, tea or a matcha. It just comforts them.

💜 Pisces Venus looks really good in emerald green clothing.

🌌 I noticed that one MC that is really common among celebrities that almost never (or very rarely) receives hate is Taurus MC celebrities. Real life examples would be Emma Chamberlain, Selena Gomez, Emma Stone, Margot Robbie, Eddie Redmayne, Blake Lively, Gemma Arterton etc. These people are really, really loved by the public. Also sometimes Capricorn Venus or Venus in the 10th house, but not to the same extent as Taurus MC. They can’t do wrong in the public’s eye. It’s like it’s very NOT to like them.

💙 Virgo Lilith women enjoy wearing bows and ribbons in their hair.

💜 People with Gemini Descendant or Gemini over the 7th house often talk down on their own beauty. They might have really glowing skin, but would still say “Yeah, but it’s still not *perfect* looking skin”. Or they might point out more their “beauty/appearance quirks” (uneven teeth, frizzy hair etc.) just so that people don’t end up idealizing them too much or build expectations for them.

🌌 I noticed Capricorn Moons with time love more luxurious pieces, otherwise in younger years (before Saturn Return) they quite love rather cheap stuff.

💙If you have Gemini over the 7th house people can often question the character of your spouse, committed partner. If you have Gemini over the 4th house people can question your mother's character or that of your loved ones, close friends.

💜 Men with Libra Moon often feel threatened by beautiful, conventionally attractive women. However, they also have this deep need of satisfying perfect beauty so they often pick models as their partner or women that look well-balanced, harmonious and have striking physical features, which sometimes intimidates them even more.

🌌 Pluto in the 8th house people or Scorpio over the 8th house might have regrets if they quit a sport they were really passionate about. They have more guilt than others of not sticking with it.

💙 I can’t stress enough how important is for Cancer Moons and Moon in the 4th house to stay in touch with the things they grew up with. It soothes them the best and it really benefits their emotional and mental wellbeing. If you have this placements, watch movies or series you enjoyed when growing up, build a pillow fort, listen to top hits from that time that remind of childhood/teenage nostalgia.

💜 The public and people always want Virgo MC to leak that daily routine👀 Like people are so interested in how they spend their day and what their day-to-day life looks like.

🌌 Virgo Moon (but also Gemini Moon to a certain extent) can act very stingy in their home. They would keep the lights off just so that the electricity bill will be smaller.

💙 I noticed people that are the most consistent with daily work outs tend to have Capricorn Moon or Moon in the 10th house. Because they can detach from feelings, even when they don’t feel like working out.

💜 Leo Risings often end up doing a job, profession or have a career that doesn’t really feel like a regular job. It’s like one of their hobbies for them. They also are found in jobs where they entertain, not necessarily on stage, it can also be on a social media platform.

Credit goes to my Tumblr blog @astroismypassion

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[teyamsilly]

YOUNGEST SULLY ii

summary the youngest daughter of the sully family is just two years younger than tuk. just how the sully family treats her!

pairing sully! reader x platonic! sully family

note this is not proof-read!

a/n it's been months since i paid attention to my stories lmao. i'm so sorry for the late post! i hope this is good enough for all of you

part one | part two

jake shared a special moment with each of his children, and he wants to make one with you

out of the siblings in their younger years, you are the most adventurous, even more than lo'ak

you had the knack of throwing everything everywhere and jake wanted to turn that into a hobby

what's better than archery?

jake brought you to a small pond that he brought neteyam when he was just younger. now that he's fifteen, he's more focused on his warrior duties. although they are small, neteyam always exceeded in his tasks. he secretly hoped that you shared the same passion as your big brother.

"daddy, look! this fish has blue and green on it's skin!" you exclaimed, your face nearing the water.

"that's beautiful," he smiled. jake made sure to note what the fish looked like to avoid hitting it with the arrow. just as he was about move closer, all the arrows he had on his arms fell on the ground. groaning, he picked them up. "so, sweetie. here's the plan for today…"

jake began explaining without even taking a glance at you

you were fascinated with the fish, until you weren't

the sounds of leaves ruslting in the forest made your ear twitch, looking at your father to see if he recognised it, but he didn't

you pondered over your decision if you should follow it and alert your dad, but you knew he would say no

you learned a lot from your big brother, lo'ak. he says, "dad will always say no, so learn how to do things secretly."

jake continued to explain the basics of archery. of course, he told you how archery was your mother's and neteyam's forte and how it could become yours too— he wishes you do. "you ready, babygirl?" he asked with a grin presented on his face, however, it quickly vanished when you weren't there.

"y/n?" jake yelled, running through the forest. 

he trailed back to the path the two of you used, but you weren't there. the area close to the lake was clear too. distraught, he gripped his dread locks. where could you have possibly gone? or perhaps someone took you at his vulnerable moment? what if something happened to you? oh, jake wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

jake then ultimately decided to get back home to inform neytiri about what's happened, and then call his warriors to go do a search for you. just as he was about to turn back, the sound of your giggles caused his ears to perk up. he quickly rushed to the direction he heard your voice.

"y/n!" he called again. 

"daddy!" 

jake assumed, from your heartily laughs, that you found something intriguing again

like a flower with colours that you have never seen, or a baby pa'li that lost his mother and you brought it home with you to make it a family pet (jake had to make a dramatic story about how it left because you didn't want to let it go)

but to his horror, you were playing with a palulukan

he stood frozen in his place as the palulukan guarded you from him, hissing

"y/n, come here."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "but, why? it's luka!"

it was jake's turn to look at you with confusion. "a what?"

"luka!" you groaned and rolled your eyes like it was supposed to be the easiest thing known to pandora. "he found me days ago when i went to the forest alone."

"you went to the forest alone?"

you nodded proudly. "uh-huh! when no one was watching!"

it took a while for luka, the palulukan, to let his guard down around jake

apparently, you created the bond with luka a few days ago

you didn't think it would be a big deal. you've seen your mom and dad bond with creatures, why can't you?

jake started to regret describing palulukan as creatures who only acts to defend themselves in a heroic way to you because who knew you would bond with one?

he's just glad that you were safe

when jake finally convinced you it was time to go, you hugged luka by the head and he only nodded his head

the plan he had now were long forgotten, the first thing he wanted to do was tell neytiri how their youngest daughter, who was only 5 years old, tamed a palulukan

their little palulukan makto <3

neytiri never imagined having a big family

she thought that she would stop with two children, but as her children grew, she realised that she wanted more until she didn't

five was already enough for her

each of her children had distinguished personalities that separate themselves

neteyam is responsible and composed. truly what the eldest should be

kiri is connected to everything around her, yet she could be mischevious at times

lo'ak is famous for his rebellious attitude

tuk is charming and funny, well expected for her age

but you, however, are different. you were a well mix of your older siblings. you could be responsible sometimes, scolding tuk and even lo'ak for the things they did. you tamed a palulukan at a young age! and you love walking around the forest, something kiri loves to do everyday. most of the time, you would engage lo'ak in his activities and get scolded by your father together. and tuk, she's your partner in crime.

neytiri thanks the great mother every night for the family she received

"mama," your small and soft voice calls for her.

neytiri hummed, her eyes staying on the top she's weaving for you. recently, you complained about your top being old and repetitive, so she decided to make you a new one. 

neteyam and lo'ak were out with jake for warrior duties, kiri was with mo'at for her tsakarem duties, and tuk was with her bestfriend. you didn't feel like playing with anyone, and stayed at home with your mother.

"i want to be like you when i grow up."

"is that so, little one?" neytiri smiled.

"yeah! i want to be a mother."

neytiri's eyes widened, instantly her gaze left the work from her hands and to you. you were smiling up at her innocently. she thought that when you said you wanted to be like her, she assumed that it would be a great hunter.

"a mother?" she repeated, still flabbergasted. "why is that?"

"because it's beautiful, don't you think? you and papa raised us, we turned out great. neteyam's recognised as a promising future olo'eyktan, kiri is connected to Eywa than grandma, lo'ak's outgoing nature makes him easy to talk to, and tuk makes anyone feel special. i want to raise a family as great as ours, mama! but maybe it's because you did a good job though…" you trailed off. "doesn't matter! i'll do a good job too!"

neytiri only watched you with tears welling in her eyes

of course, she knew she did a good job. she sees it everyday and was told by jake with any opportunity he gets

but to hear it from one of your children, moreso youngest? 

you paused when a tear fell from your mother's eyes, trickling down her cheek

"mama, is everything okay-"

neytiri placed her hand on the side of your head, smiling fondly, her thumb brushing your temple. "you have grown too fast," she whispered. she leaned closer and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

you smiled brightly at the action. "did i grow taller?"

neytiri laughed, "oh, yes. really tall."

"do you think i would grow as tall as neteyam?"

and one by one, her children came back to their home

neteyam and lo'ak were first. tired from their duties, lo'ak didn't waste his time to sleep on his mat while neteyam joined them

kiri and tuk were next. tuk joined the circle and began telling her adventures with her bestfriend today

because of the noise, lo'ak woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. neteyam beckoned him to join them, because he didn't have a choice. he begrudgingly joined the circle

soon, the kids were lively and conversing with one another

neytiri observed them, her smile never leaving her face

she sighed happily, "thank you, great mother."

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[silvervioletvalentine]

🖤She calls the shots🖤

Pairing : Quinn Hughes x F1 driver Cherrie!

Word count : 15k

Summary : in which they’re both forced to spend their recovery time together after getting injured , in hopes of bringing two worlds together.

Or in which - Cherrie is pissed to be in America , forced to stay with a hockey player she’s never even met before. And Quinn , well, Quinn’s just well and completely fucked! Cause love at first sight (glare) is apparently very much real.

Warnings - fluff? Literally just Cherrie being a bossy bad bitch who makes sure that she always gets her own way , and Quinn just being gone for her and letting her get away with it all. Idek lemme know what you think and if you liked it, not my best work but not my worst either so..

Cherrie was certain that her face was quickly becoming the same shade colour as her name, feeling the heat boil beneath her skin as she looked over to her assistant/manager in disbelief .

Wondering if perhaps all the loud engines from the f1 cars had given her some type of hearing loss, or maybe she had mistook her vitamins for hallucinogenic drugs , because there was no way that Sarah was saying what she thought she was saying.

"Sorry?" She let out a loud laugh of denial , grinning far to widely to be genuine .

Sarah grimacing as soon as she saw the look on cherries face, wishing that it could have been anybody but herself to break the news to the violate driver who had never once in her life let a personal opinion of her own go unheard .

Cherrie's eye twitched "I don't think I heard you right." She laughed again, a little more hysterical this time around .

Rubbing at her sore back with her hand as she stood there leaning against her kitchen counter in disbelief .

"-Because you have just told me that I'm going to be spending the next two weeks with a hockey player , just for some attention." She repeated exactly what she had just been told, fake grin still pasted on tightly .

"You're joking right?" She said as she reached out to lightly pinch Sarah's shoulder "right? You're so funny sometimes Sarah."

Sarah swallowed , taking a small step away from the furious driver opposite her. Regretting not putting her foot down further and paying somebody else to break the news to cherrie. Having known that such a dramatic and unhappy reaction from her would occur.

I mean. What were the higher ups thinking? Cherrie was not known for being a friendly , sweet girl who would happily talk to anyone and everyone.

No. Cherrie was the driver that the other drivers shit themselves about whenever they even so much as nudged her car with their own, knowing that she would give them a bollocking about it as soon as she found them after the race.

She was loud, arrogant , sarcastic and unapproachable to anybody that she didn't like or know. So putting her, bad temper and careless big mouth , together with some poor injured hockey player for two weeks?

Sarah felt horribly sorry for the guy because it wasn't going to be easy.

Well, that was if she could get Cherrie there first. That was the first hurdle to jump over.

And so far, it wasn't going to well at all.

Sarah sighed tiredly "I'm not joking. They thought it would be a good idea to bring more attention and fans to the both of you and the sport. And with you both being injured and off for the season, they thought it's would be a perfect marketing

Opportunity to show that sport can be dangerous whether it's f1 cars or ice hockey .." she tried to explain logically to her , pursing her lips tightly together when her driver let out a loud, sharp laugh.

"Ha!" Cherrie snorted humourlessly , shaking her head in disbelief . "More fans? I - we- don't need more attention . We're bathing in it. F1 is up there with football now after all the Netflix shit stirring it up. We don't need more fans, we have plenty." She groaned, "I have plenty! Now the hell is this going to help me?" She scoffed pissed off "I don't need help! I'm a star." And there was that not so subtle arrogance that she was referencing to.

Sarah groaned too, fed up with her arguing back to her about something that she had no control over. She was just the delivery pigeon here , if she was in charge, she wouldn't be letting a cold and quite frankly mean, woman like Cherrie anywhere near a quite, reserved hockey player who had already gotten his nose bust open , Sarah didn't want Cherrie to give him another one.

"It's more for them. Hockey isn't as big as this sport, or any other for that matter . It's not raking in the views and their YouTube videos showing the players personalities barely get fifty to a hundred thousand views. They need this Cherrie. We need to keep that sport alive. Not just in America." She told her firmly , wanting her to see where they were coming from.

Cherrie just wasn't having it at all "then they need to invest in a better marketing team. Instead of having middle age white men who don't know how to market for the younger generation , they should do something about that." She countered back in annoyance . Wondering why it was her of all people that got dragged into this shit.

"Why do I have to do it? Driving a f1 car is so far from fucking ice hockey Sarah! Two complete different playing fields!" She exclaimed , getting more upset by the minute.

All she had wanted was to go back home to Madrid and recover in peace there. She didn't want to be jetting off to America to stay with some stranger that she had never even met before. A hockey player nonetheless!

Was this her karma for kicking the back of Max's knees out from underneath him after he had nearly knocked her off the track? He had went tumbling down like a sack of potatoes but still ...

Did she really deserve this? For one... her parents were going to be furious . Her father had already planned on her coming home again and now she was going to have to tell him that no, she was heading to America, injured and alone, to stay with a strange guy . Who the hell thought that this would be a good idea?!

Sarah was barely holding onto her patience with her, having spent a decade following her around and making sure that she did was she was told. She had kind of gotten used to cherries whining and snappiness , and her lack of filter and self control.

But everybody had their limits. And Sarah had just under two hours to get her driver on that plane to the states before both of them got into some serious trouble for Cherrie denying orders from the higher ups again.

Too much money was on the line for this , the nhl having paid their team a large share to make sure that they got the most popular and controversial driver to be the one to do it, knowing that Cherrie being in a video with their player would rake in the views immediately.

It was all business really. And Cherrie hated that.

"They've picked you because both you and the hockey player are injured and won't be playing this season. A perfect fit really. You can both bond over your injury's and film little bits of your recovery and how you spend your free time away. It'll be good." She nodded along as though she believed what she herself was saying. (She did not. She just prayed that Cherrie wouldn't kill the poor guy or make him cry for her own entertainment.)

Sarah had witnessed too many men crying over her Spanish driver for years now. She just wanted this to go well. And from what she had been told, the hockey player that Cherrie would be staying with was actually a really nice guy. Quite , a little awkward but genuine too. The complete opposite of her driver.

Sarah sighed in misery. Crossing her fingers behind her back tightly .

Cherrie couldn't believe it, laughing coldly. "fantastic! So I can't even be injured in fucking peace now!" She exclaimed utterly furious with it all.

"And America of all places?! Why couldn't you have made him travel to Madrid with me instead? Why do I have to be the one to leave?!" She questioned annoyed that her plans of relaxing and having a good time were ruined.

Sarah winced a little , knowing that she wouldn't like what she told her next. "He doesn't like flying and his nose is broken. So he doesn't want to travel -"

Cherrie barked out a laugh "oh he didn't want to travel?!" She spat sarcastically "oh okay. Whatever his highness wants then! Does he not like to walk either? Does he need me to curtsy when I meet him? Should I kiss his fucking feet?!" Her voice raised hysterically , immediately deciding that she hated the guy for making her life even more miserable than it already was right now.

Sarah frowned at her in worry "Cherrie please at least try to play nice with him!"'she ignored her mocking scoff and continued "you just need to film a couple videos together. Sort of like a day in the life. Like you did with Charles last year? You liked that didn't you?" She reminded her hopefully, not wanting her to upset the hockey player by arriving with a bad attitude and a negative outlook of the poor guy who had been roped into this just as much as she had.

Cherrie snorted "yeah because I know charles and I like the guy. I don't know this one ..what if he's a woman hitter?" She threw out randomly , just wanting to get out of this as soon as possible.

Sarah bit back her amused smile "he isn't. He's really nice. Loves women." She said lightly trying to cheer her up about the whole situation.

Cherrie rose a brow, not letting up. Stubborn to find something wrong with the guy so that she didn't have to go at all.

"So he's a playboy? Great." She scoffed "he'll want to fuck me then." She replied with a straight face, not giving up.

Sarah groaned on exasperation, knowing exactly what she was doing and not falling for it at all . "No! I didn't mean that. He's not a woman hitter and he's not a playboy. He's just a normal guy who's really good at hockey alright? He's injured and out for the season just like you. So be nice." She warned her firmly , knowing that no matter what she said Cherrie would be doing and saying whatever the hell she wanted anyways.

Cherrie shook her head and gritted her teeth together "a broken nose? If he even so much as sets a foot out of line with me.." she inhaled sharply as she stomped over to where her suitcases were still packed , grabbing one and rolling the other to Sarah to help her . Ignoring her triumphant look once she realised that she was giving in. "I will make sure that he can never play hockey or have children again."

Sarah just sighed as she rolled one of the suitcases out the door, pacing after the pouting driver in front of her with a amused smile on her face. Feeling sorry for poor Quinn who would have to put up with her for the next two weeks.

Quinn didn't really know what he was supposed to feel as he patted the deflated cushions on the pull out bed couch, grimacing at the terrible timing this was. Wiping away the anxious sweat that was gathering at his forhead with his hand, sighing loudly as he looked around his bland and barely furnished apartment self consciously .

The Cherrie Valentine was going to be stay with him for the next two weeks and he didn't even have a couch because Marley , his cat, had ripped the arms to shreds. He didn't have a coffee table because it had smashed into pieces after a intense game of wrestling with Jack after a few too many beers.

He thought about her luxurious lifestyle , her multiple, multi million dollar homes and sighed. There was really nothing that he could do now, she would be arriving any second at his door and he would be greeting her with a busted nose with white thin tape over it. A bit of a black eye too.

He looked like a mess and this was not the impression he had imagined himself giving Cherrie when he finally did meet her . Unable to believe that this was even happening to him at all.

He had watched her race for years, just like everyone else had . Had watched her get bigger and bigger till everyone knew her name, till everybody wanted a piece of her. You couldn't go anywhere without seeing her pretty face plastered all over magazines and posters . She was the IT girl, always had been and always would be . She never went out of style.

And maybe Quinn wouldn't have felt so close to shitting himself if they had told him that she was a nice, sweet and easygoing person to get along with. That he didn't have to worry about her liking him, because she was a social butterfly who loved everybody.

Only that wasn't the case. And Instead of being assured and his nerves put to rest , they had only heightened when he got a sympathetic phone call from her manager, Sarah, telling him to just stay calm and not to take anything she said or did personally . Warning him that she wasn't in the best of moods and that currently she was on a 'Im a bitch' tour , coming straight for him next.

Her reputation wasn't so sweet at all. Quinn didn't know what he was supposed to do or say. He hated meeting new people, hated having to get to know someone and figure out what you could and could not say around them.

The last thing he wanted to do was Piss Cherrie Valentine off. He , and the rest of the world, had watched her go head to head with max multiple times over their racing season. Had watched her March right up to the driver and start snapping at him, calling him every name in the book in both English and Spanish.

He had seen her punch overbearing reporters , slap another driver for talking shit about her behind her back. Throw her helmet at a driver who had taken her out of the race and shunted her straight into the wall. He had watched her collect her trophy then storm straight off the podium , refusing to celebrate with max who had won after impeding her on the track and not getting a penalty for it at all.

She was ruthless and very clearly didn't give a shit about what other people thought if her . She did whatever the hell she wanted, didn't spare any feelings or egos. She was intimidating as fuck and Quinn was already on edge , his brothers teasing not helping him in the slightest as he listened to Jack laugh at him over FaceTime at his nerves.

"I thought that you would be happier. You've liked her for ages. Now you're gonna have her living with you, isn't that the dream for you?" Jack wondered , confused by his fretting and pale face.

Quinn just scoffed at his naivety "no. Not really because her manager called me this morning to let me know that Cherrie is furious and doesn't even want to do this. She's going to kill me in my sleep or something, she's definitely going to blame me for this." He rambled on , hand on hip as he paced around the front room: watching the clock above his tv tick down.

Jack laughed , grinning at him like any annoying brother would. "Oh shit!" He was amused "then you'll just have to make her see that it was a good idea to stay with you then. Just woo her or something." He told him as though it was that simple.

Quinn looked at him like he was an idiot "woo her?" He repeated unamused "do you know who I'm dealing with here? You want me to woo the same woman that brutally rejected bad bunny on stage in front of thousands of people because he 'wasn't her type'?" He laughed in disbelief "if that guy isn't her type then I am definitely not! Jesus Christ Jack!" He snapped on edge.

His brother just hummed "oh yeah I forgot about that." He looked at him mischievously through the small screen "maybe she'll like awkward American with a busted nose and no social skills whatsoever. You might be lucky!" He joked , laughing hysterical. Finding himself hilarious.

Quinn did not. "Okay fuck you-" before he could call Jack anymore names, there was a loud knock to his door. He didn't even hesitate before ending the call on his brother , looking over at his door like there was a monster waiting to eat him behind it.

"Fuck." He breathed out running a nervous hand through his hair, straightening out his shirt the best that he could before slowly walking over to the door, taking in a deep breath to gather what little courage he had left to face her.

He swung open the door before he could chicken out , coming face to face with a annoyed , but still so beautiful driving scowling back at him.

Cherrie just frowned at him darkly "what took so long? Did they break your feet as well as your nose?" Was the first thing she said to him bluntly , moody and tired from the long flight there . Just wanting to eat and go to sleep, to wallow in her misery for a while.

Quinn's eyes widened as she roughly pushed past him, confidently striding onto his apartment like she owned the place. Leaving him to stare at where she had just been stood in shock for a moment before snapping out of it and quickly shutting the door , turning around to see Cherrie looking around with a unimpressed look on her face.

"Er-" his voice cracked so he quickly cleared his throat , racking his brain for something to say.

"Sorry. I was on the phone to my brother." He told her deciding to blame Jack instead of admitting that he was too scared to answer the door for a moment, that wasn't very cool guy of him at all.

Cherrie just sighed loudly as she put her suitcases by the door, slowly walking around the front room , trailing her fingers over the large shelving unit holding trophy's and pucks. Everything a winner needed .

She subtly peered to the side to see him just hovering behind his couch, cheeks pink and eyes flickering at everything but her. Tense and quite as could be.

She frowned "I'm Cherrie by the way." She mumbled just to be polite. Hating the silence that had fallen over them. It made her anxious. She was a shit talker, not a quite person. She needed to hear some type of noise otherwise she would go mad.

Quinn looked over at her quickly , startled at her suddenly speaking up. "Yeah I know-" his eyes widened in panic "I mean- that sounded creepy but I mean . Yeah. I know who you are-I-they-" he trailed off in embarrassed, giving up excusing himself before he could dig the hole any deeper.

He flushed a dark red, eyes darting back to his feet as she looked over at him in amusement . Biting back a grin at his awkwardness.

Huh. She thought curiously, so Sarah really wasn't kidding about him just being a normal, nice guy.

"And your name? I can't remember it." She wanted to know. Picking up a puck with curiosity having never seen one up close before .

Quinn almost face palmed in embarrassment"oh yeah. I'm Quinn Hughes. It's nice to meet you." He mumbled , hand at the back of his sweating neck as he watched her look through his things without any shame.

She showed him the puck in her hand, raising a brow "why keep these? You have a few. I don't keep my tires after each race." She said confused, wondering if it meant something in hockey world. She had no clue.

Motorsports were her passion , which was why she was so annoyed to be dumped off onto a hockey player that she had never even met before. It was just too much.

Quinn laughed a little at her bluntness , having also been warned about that and her little attitude. He watched her run her fingers through her hair before she smoothly pushed it over her shoulders , nose in the air as she put the puck back down, ready to move onto the next thing she could complain about.

"It's from my first game at Canucks. It's a special one so..I'm sure you took something from your first race in f1." He answered her quietly, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched her Approach his floor to ceiling windows slowly .

Cherrie just hummed, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked out of the windows to see nothing but other bland buildings and fog. No beach , no blue sky and beaming sun. No dancing in the street and no smell of beautiful Spanish food filling the air.

She could have cried. She missed home already.

"I took my teammate home with me. Kind of a tradition for me." She muttered straight faced, hearing Quinn choke on his breath in surprise at her crude bluntness.

Quinn was speechless , blinking several times before letting out a shocked "oh. Okay." Not knowing what else to say to that.

She just sighed even louder, more dramatically this time as she looked over her shoulder at him judgmentally . Annoyed, tried and hungry. Not a very good mix for a girl that already struggled not to say whatever was on her mind.

"You're an idiot." She blurted out , arms crossed over her chest as she narrowed her eyes at Quinn unhappily . Trailing her eyes down him, taking in his black jeans and oversized tshirt. Overgrown hair and stubble , before her eyes rested upon his healing nose . Still red and sore, little plaster strip over the bridge of it. The bags under his eyes were dark and bruised .

He looked like the kind of guys that would play a bad guy in the movies. Apathetic and bored with life, overly calm and unbothered by anything.

He couldn't have been any further from that image if he tried.

Quinn looked at her in shock , frowning at her insult. "What? Why?" He wanted to know , defensively crossing his arms over his chest just like she was. Copying her stance without even realising it.

She scoffed, gesturing around her unhappily . "You could have spent two weeks living like a richman in Madrid with me . Sun, sand and beautiful views.." she looked out of his window again, saw the clouds and the ugly apartments opposite and sighed.

"That's stupid. Why didn't you come to me?" She wasn't letting it go. Too annoyed to do so.

She wasn't going to let this be easy for him. Call it a punishment for refusing to leave and making it so that it was her who had to come to him instead.

Quinn just looked at her with a frown "I don't like flying . Especially with a broken nose. Plus- I haven't been to Madrid before. Never mind on my own.." he muttered matter of factly.

If possible, her scowl got even darker "and I've got a bad back from crashing! You think I like flying like this too? Unbelievable!" She scoffed upset , turning her back to him to look at his pullout couch instead.

Quinn rolled his eyes , getting annoyed by her negativity already. "You could have refused to come then-"

It was cherries turn to roll her eyes at him this time "no I couldn't have . I would have gotten fined for breaching my contract. And I'm not giving those bastards a single bit of my money!" She snapped , feeling her phone buzz on her pocket. No doubt her manager reminding her to play nice again.

She then looked at the cheap pullout couch and almost cried.

"No! No! No!" Her Spanish accent got more thicker the more upset she got. Leaving Quinn to look at her with his hand hovering over his mouth , talking deep breaths to keep himself calm.

"Where is your furniture? Why have you got a ratty bed for a couch? Where is the coffee table? What is that smell?!" She ranted off . Upset. Being the usual drama queen that she was. A bit of diva but weren't all drivers?

Shaking her head in Annoyance as she stomped over to her suitcase, plopping down on the hardwood floor as she unzipped it. Not caring a single bit that he could see all of her lace underwear and tiny dresses all stuffed inside of it.

Quinn looked down at her on the floor and tried not to laugh at how frazzled she was getting over something so superficial.

"Cat clawed the couch . Brother smashed the table. And what smell?" He answered her , confusedly sniffing the air and smelling nothing out of the ordinary.

He could only watch in silent disbelief as she then pulled out several candles from her suitcase , placing them all around the room without even glancing back at him. Pulling a lighter from her pocket, she lit them all quickly .

"It smells like boy in here! God!" She breathed in the vanilla and chocolate scent starting to waft off the candles and relaxed a little.

"That's better. I got them in Brazil. Smells nice huh?" She said to him over her shoulder , mood flipping for a second as she glanced around at all of her candles happily.

Quinn just looked at her in disbelief , speechless again. She hadn't even been there an hour and she was already taking over his apartment. He couldn't Believe it!

She then let out a long , dramatic sigh and told him matter of factly. "You'll drive me to the furniture store. We'll pick out a new couch and table." She picked up her purse and walked over to his frozen figure by the wall.

Grabbing him by his bicep without any hesitation, she pulled him along with her impatiently . "Maybe we get a rug too?" She pondered to herself , passing Quinn his car keys from the hook on the wall near the front door. Feeling more settled now that she was being bossy and in control again.

She always got her way, this time wasn't going to any different.

He just let her. Holding the keys in one hand while Cherrie dragged him by his other, Quinn blinking down at her hand that was now encasing his with her soft fingers in complete silence.

Feeling the heat quickly travelling up his neck and to his face as he cleared his throat awkwardly , heart racing in his chest at the sudden contact from her.

His stomach also fluttering at her bossing him around confidently , just expecting him to do what she said. He found himself trying not to grin , rolling his lip underneath his teeth as he tried not to laugh at her .

"She's a little overwhelming sometimes." Her manager had told him "no personal space and no sparing thoughts for others feelings. But she means well. She just comes across a bit ...bossy sometimes."

No shit. He thought in amusement . Letting her drag him out of his own apartment without any argument. It really wasn't worth the energy.

Plus she was gorgeous. And she was holding his hand. He wasn't going to pull away now.

"We have to get one right now?" He muttered , startled but mostly amused by her .

Cherrie just nodded her head, glancing over at him briefly as though he was the idiot. "Yes. I am not spending too weeks living like that. How do you feel about velvet?" She wanted to know. Already planning what to buy already. She wanted to make it feel a little like home , hoping that would help her mood out a bit.

Quinn just shrugged in confusion , admiring the sun beaming down on them as they stepped out of the apartment complex. Quinn taking the lead this time As he led her over to his car.

She sighed again "fuck me. I miss my Ferrari." She mumbled , upset again as she reluctantly slid into his car and buckled in. Watching him jog around after opening and closing the door for her, she hummed a little. Pleased that he was acting like somewhat of a gentleman towards her. The bare minimum . But still.

"We're only getting a couch and coffee table. Nothing too crazy alright?" He told her firmly , wanting to feel like he was still in charge. (He was not.)

Cherrie just leaned back into her seat with a small smirk on her lips, flicking on the radio and turning it up as soon as she heard a Taylor swift song come on. Letting out a pleased sound before she hummed along.

"Yeah. Sure." She promised nothing.

Six hours later and Quinn was left speechless, standing in the middle of his apartment with his hands on his hips as he looked around at the new green velvet couch , the marble heart shaped coffee table , the massive gold traditional rug , the fairy lights hung up in every corner , the fake ivy all over the ceiling . Then he looked over at a pleased , grinning Cherrie and let out a long, defeated sigh.

"This was way more than just a couch and table." He muttered , running a hand over his face in exasperation as he watched her throw herself down onto the ridiculously large velvet couch, picking up a expensive pillow with a picture of cats on it and hug it to her chest happily.

She picked up the remote and turned on the tv , getting herself comfortable in the couch. Already feeling much better.

"Pretty huh?" Was all she said with a grin as she peered over the couch at him, smug .

He looked at her, already dressed in teddy bear shorts and tank top set. Hair messy with dog slippers on her feet , smiling up at him hard enough that dimples shone through. He felt his shoulders sag as he exhaled shakily , looking away from her magnetic self.

Swallowing thickly as he blinked away the sight of her tanned legs and twinkling eyes , heart racing in his chest.

"Very pretty." Was all he mumbled before making an escape to the kitchen before she could catch him any further under her spell.

He pulled out a beer for himself and gulped it back, trying to remind himself how to breathe. But it was a little hard to do so when he had Cherrie Valentine on his couch , all smug and smirking at him in her pyjamas , looking like a dream after spending all of his money on new furniture and accessories for his apartment . Redecorating his place Despite only knowing him for less than a day.

And Quinn , he hadn't even thought to say no or deny her what she wanted. He could already hear the teasing he would be getting from his brothers and friends when they found out what a softy he had gone for her already.

"Wuinn?" She called out loudly to him, blanket pulled over her as she put on modern family for them to watch.

He inhaled deeply, skin tingling at the sound of her saying his name With her pretty mouth. It sounded so good coming from her.

"yeah?" He called back warily . Already pulling out another beer for himself.

"Can you make me a sandwich and get me a glass of ice water please?" She shouted through to him without hesitation. Already feeling comfortable now that she was getting what she wanted.

She breathed in her lovely candles, snuggled into his new velvet couch and sighed happily. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Quinn just chuckled quietly to himself as he began to pull out the stuff he would need to make her one, grinning down at the counter at her audacity.

"No!" He shouted back , more than amused as he pulled out the bread and made them some sandwiches. Grabbing some cookies to put on the side of the plate for her as well.

He could hear her giggle before she shouted back lightly "them pucks can be used as weapons Quinn!"

He laughed loudly this time, unable to stop himself as he got her ice water .

"I know! I've had plenty to the face to know that!" He said as he grabbed her plate and drink, alongside his beer in his hands as he walked back over to her.

Putting them on the new marble coffee table , he admired it a little.

"Quite a nice table." He admitted after a minute of contemplative silence .

Cherrie leaned up to grab her food, taking a bite , swallowing before casually telling him "I know. That's why I picked it. Plus if you get too hot you can just lay on it naked cause the marble stays cool all the time." Like it was no big deal.

Quinn looked at her and struggled not to imagine her lying naked on his marble table now.

He flushed darkly and quickly looked away , clearing his throat awkwardly .

"Yeah.. I think I'll just stick to putting plates and cups on it for now." He muttered amused.

Cherrie just nodded along, side eyeing him as she looked at his pretty face. Seeing little scars from past injuries , his nose all crooked and sore and wondered

"Really bad break this time huh?" She put down her plate and turned sideways to face him fully.

Quinn eyeing her warily, cheeks flushing red as she reached out and pinched his chin between her fingers tightly , titling his head towards her casually.

He could feel his heart trying to escape his chest, clenching his fingers around his beer bottle as he inhaled a little too sharply to pass as normal.

"Yeah. The doc said that I need to be careful otherwise fixing it won't be as easy. Too many times now I guess.." he mumbled sheepishly , self conscious about it.

He knew what he looked like. His nose was big, crooked in several places and he had heard all the rude and nasty comments about his appearance for years now. They had never bothered him before but with Cherrie looking at Him so closely , suddenly he cared and it make him feel uneasy.

"I've never been to a hockey game. Why do this to yourself? If they told me that every time I got into my car, I would be hit in the face with something . I wouldn't get in it." She said honestly . Letting go of his chin to grab her drink, missing the shaky exhale Quinn let out as she did so.

He laughed a little "cause it's fun." At her raised brow he quickly corrected "the playing part, not the getting injured part. But it's just apart of the game. Happens to everyone at some point." He told her truthfully while sipping from his beer.

She just nodded a little , shuffling off the couch as she yawned . "Alright. I'm gonna head to bed. Maybe I'll wake up and find myself in Madrid .

And this will all just be some sick, twisted dream." She said hopefully , Downing the rest of her water before stretching .

As she passed Quinn, she reached out and pulled at his hair childishly. Making him gasp as he slapped her hand away, rubbing at his head as he narrowed his eyes over at her.

"Hey!" He then reached over to pull at her own hair without a second thought , trying hard not to laugh when she gasped and kicked out at his leg. Scowling like a child at him, not expecting him to dish it back to her so quickly .

"Dickhead." She muttered , eyeing him for a moment before quickly reaching over to do it again then running away before he could even think about retailiiating.

Quinn just snorted as he leaned back against the couch, head hanging over the back of it as he watched her disappear down the corridor to her bedroom . Biting down on his bottom lip to hold back his grin.

"Spoilt brat." He chuckled to himself before pulling out his phone to let his brother know that no, she hasn't killed him. But yes, she was as intimidating as they made her out to be.

Two more weeks. He could manage that, couldn't he?

The next day was filming day, Quinn having been giving a camera and a list of questions that they needed to answer . Cherries manager letting him know that he needed to be the one to keep her in check and to not let her manipulate her way out of it this time.

Like she did with the last video, guys were a sucker for her and she knew it . So last time she didn't want to film, she had merely batted her eyelashes and flirted a little. Sarah had found her later in a completely different country, no video filmed at all.

So Quinn was ready for it when he delivered the news to a grumpy Cherrie that they needed to get this video done for them, the pout immediately settling over her face as she looked over at him.

"But Quinn.." she let out whiningly, having planned to head out around the town and find something to do. Maybe meet some new people and have some fun, alcohol included.

But that plan came crashing straight down as soon as Quinn levelled her with a firm shake of his head, letting her know that he was serious .

"No. Not buts. We've got to do this and then you can do whatever you want after." He told her seriously as he picked up the camera and fiddled with it, turning it on and making sure that he clicked the right settings.

He nodded over to the couch "wanna do it here or..?"

Cherrie frowned , scooping the last mouthful of cereal into her mouth. "I don't want to do it at all. It's stupid. Twenty questions are for childish dates when you're too scared to ask if they want to get out of there and fuck the night away." She grumbled, not a morning person at all. A little more extra blunt and pouty.

Quinn froze for a moment, eyes slowly lifting from the camera to look at her. His nose twitched, fighting back a laugh. Having a feeling that if he did, it would only annoy her more.

"Okay. But...it's a good way for people to get to know you. Isn't it? The fans will love it." He tried to encourage her, frowning a little as he watched her get up from the chair, wincing a little as she held the bottom of her back. Not moving for a second, she didn't look up at him, too busy taking deep breaths In and out.

Concerned, he spoke up quietly "your back? Have you took what you need to for it?" He put the camera down and walked over to his freezer, pulling out an ice pack for her. Something he always used after a game of being shoved around .

Cherrie hummed, looking up at him silently for a moment. Eyebrow raising once she noticed the ice pack in his hand.

He hesitated before nodding down to her back "er-might help right? It's a gel one so it's mouldable to you." He mumbled shyly , looking at her back instead of her intense gaze on him, feeling his cheeks heat up the longer she stared without saying anything.

Feeling a fuzzy feeling in her stomach, she cleared her throat a little. Turned her back to him before lifting up her tank top for him to see the part of her back that was flaring up.

"I already had a damaged nerve from a skiing accident when I was a teenager. Then that crash at silverstone just made it worse again. It keeps flaring up, that's kinda why I was so upset about coming here." She found herself telling him quietly .

Quinn hesitating for a second before moving closer to her , his hand shaking a little as he held her hip with one hand and then pressed the ice pack to the bottom of her spine with his other . Holding it there for her, his chin nearly brushing her shoulder as she relaxed into him without even realising it.

"I was going to get massages and water therapy. Swimming in a hot pool and then a cold one, it helps. There's this place back home I go to, that's what I was planning to do but then .." she trailed off , wondering why she was even telling him any of this.

Quinn finished it for her "then they made you fly here to live with me for two weeks." He understood why she was so upset now . "I'm sorry." He mumbled , feeling bad. Not wanting her to be in pain and especially not because of him.

Cherrie quickly waved him off "don't be. Not your fault, you were forced to do this as well. I'm sure the last thing you wanted was for me to be here in your home as well." She said , pulling all of her hair away from her back to rest it over her front instead.

Quinn tilted his head to himself, lips twitching at how oblivious she was. It may have been a shock to the system finding out that Cherrie would be staying with him, but it definitely wasn't an unwanted one.

I mean, she was Cherrie Valentine , he would be incredibly stupid to ever turn her away from his door.

He gently rubbed his hand up and down her back above the ice pack before speaking up "ya know, we could-there is a pool at the bottom of the complex. If we went really early there's usually no one in there." He quietly suggested to her, thinking about when the last time he swam was.

He thought of Cherrie in a swimsuit and flushed red, eyes sticking to his hand on her back that was now massaging soothing circles into her soft skin.

Cherrie looked over her shoulder at him with a surprised look on her face. "That could work:" she said , pleased.

"You'll come down with me? It's clean? Safe?" She asked him as she finally moved away, taking the ice pack from his hand and tucking it into the band of her shorts instead so that it rested against her back comfortably .

He chuckled and nodded his head, following her over to the couch. "Yeah. Promise. Probably not as good as yours back home but.." he simply shrugged , setting up the camera so that they would both be in the frame.

Sitting down, she grinned up at Quinn, mood lightening considerably now. "Obviously. I have two in my home in Madrid . Indoor and outdoor. I've got a sauna and ice room as well. I'll show you them, the Sauna is really good for you. Might make you feel better too. Help you relax ."

She rambled on , puffing up the pillow behind her back as she got comfortable. Not even realising what she was insinuating .

Quinn paused , looking over at her in surprise . Stomach fluttering "you want me to see your home in Madrid?" He blinked at her, stunned by how casually she said it too.

Now realising what she had said, she hummed , but surprisingly instead of backtracking , she simply nodded her head. "Yeah why not? It's only fair . Maybe you'll see my beautiful home and want a upgrade . The views are beautiful and so are the people." She told him with a small smirk, patting the seat next to her impatiently .

He laughed , Standing there for a second longer before sitting down. Shaking his head in amazement "maybe. Might help with the paleness." He joked pointing at his whiter than white face .

She just giggled "yes! We can tan together , it'll be fun. Now what are these questions?" She leaned over to look at the paper in his hands.

Quinn was quick to push her head away, tutting at her. "No peeking! I'm in charge . Okay.." he read the first question on the list and asked

"Who has more scars?"

Both Quinn and Cherrie looked at each other, Cherrie tilting her head a little as she looked him over.  Quinn doing the same.

"I think you because I can already see a few on your face and hairline. I have a few but not many, most from outside of racing." She said , pushing his hair back gently to look at a small scar above his brow from where he had taken a puck the the face a while ago.

Quinn swallowed at her casual touch , nodding his head slowly . "Yeah. I mean, you've got your helmet to keep you safe. I got like half a flimsy cage covering mine." He muttered smiling a little at her. Enjoying the feeling of her hands on him, of how easily and unashamedly she did so.

Cherrie just laughed and said "answer is Quinn! Okay next question!"

"Who has the lost Instagram followers?"

Quinn scoffed "that's easy. You. You have millions." He said, him being a follower of her too. Each post she made had at least two million likes on each one, it was insane . He would hate that kind of attention on him like that, just the thought made him uneasy.

Cherrie grinned smugly "I do. It's cause I'm hot shit and alright to look at." She quipped back, lifting her feet up into the table , stretching out.

Quinn shook his head in amusement , smirking a little. Eyes still down to the paper full of questions in his hand.

"Just alright?" He muttered amused, she was more than just alright.

Cherrie sighed dramatically "way more than alright but I was trying to be humble." She joked, leaning her head back against the couch while smiling at Him. In a strangely good mood.

Quinn laughed loudly "you? Humble?" He snorted, flicking her shoulder "yeah right." He grinned.

She's just rolled her eyes at him , leaning forward to grab a bottle of water from the table. "Shut up. At least I've got something to pretend to be humble about." She poked at him, trying to wind him up.

It worked. Quinn scoffing even as he took the bottle from her and opened the lid once he noticed her struggling with it, doing it without even saying a thing. Both of them too busy bickering to notice.

"Your looks won't last forever." He shot back , grinning. Enjoying their bickering far too much.

She smirked dirtily at him, mouth not even hesitating before she opened it and blurted out "but my pussy will."

Quinn's eyes went wide in shock as he laughed nervously , eyes darting over to the camera. "Okay! Moving on! Ok!" He spluttered out, blushing red as he ran a hand over his heated face. Flustered.

Cherrie just giggled and nudged his shoulder with his own. "You left it too wide open. It fit right in!"

Quinn struggled, he did, staring back at her with pursed lips, sighing in defeat as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, encouraging him to say it.

"That's what he said." He mumbled , both of them snickering like immature kids. Nudging into each other as she laughed loudly, head thrown back. Proud of herself for getting him to crack.

"You're so red.." she cackled, placing the back of her palm on his blushing cheek. Quinn just letting her, eyes on the ground as he smiled shyly.

"Shut up." He muttered in amusement before changing to the next question before she could drop anymore inappropriate jokes on him while on camera.

"Okay here's one...would you ever date a hockey player?" He frowned down at the paper "that's a setup right there." He chuckled, looking over at her curiously . "You don't even know any of them."

Cherrie pulled a face at him "yes I do!" She exclaimed , offended.

Quinn pulled a disbelieving face right back at her "alright then. Who?"

"Crosby." She smugly answered "and I know of Trevor because he's always hitting me up asking me out." She told him in amusement , having always just left him on read.

This was news to Quinn , he found himself scoffing with a frown.

"Seriously? What did you say?" He wanted to know. Planning to kick the back of trevors knees out from underneath him the next time he saw him.

Cherrie giggled "nothing. I left him on read. So there's your answer ." She shrugged with a smirk "a hard no."

Quinn side eyed her for a moment then "does that just apply to Trevor or..?" He muttered , amused and a little too hopeful .

She looked at him for a second , scanning his taped up nose and shy eyes then casually shrugged again.

"Maybe. Would you date a f1 driver?" She turned it back on him smugly.

Quinn paused at that "you're the only woman there..not much of a choice." He teased her, trying to push down the fluttering feeling in his chest.

She hasn't said no.

She just smacked his knee , rolling her eyes at him with a grin. "You don't need any other choice when I'm right  there. If I wasn't a driver I would be a professional pornstar baby!" She really har no filter today. Forgetting that she was on camera, enjoying joking around and telling dirty jokes with him too much to care.

This was why they never let her do press on her own usually , because she had a big, dirty mouth and couldn't shut up at all. But oh well.

Quinn gaped at her , his face bright red . "Okay! That's enough from you. Bigmouth!" He covered her giggling mouth with his hand, shaking his head in amusement.

Cherrie couldn't help herself "that's what they call me on my set." She mumbled against his palm before licking it, laughing loudly when Quinn flinched away in shock and pulled his hand away.

Quickly wiping his hand over her face while she giggled, pushing his hand away . "Stop it!"

"No you! You need to wash your mouth out with soap!" He grinned , biting down on his lip to stop the laughter from coming out . They were never gonna get the video done at this rate . He couldn't believe what a dirty mouth she had.

Cherrie just winked at him. Thinking that red was definitely his colour , it looked beautiful on his cheekbones and neck.

"Okay ..have you ever been in love?" Quinn asked her after they finally settled down and got serious again.

She didn't even need to think about it , shaking her head no. "No. Not yet. I don't even know how I would know if I did. What does love even consist of?" She wondered . Leaning a little into his side as she pondered it.

Quinn looked down at her quietly, admiring the little heart shaped freckle she had beneath her eye. He exhaled long and hard "I think- it's when you find someone you can joke around with . Someone that makes you feel comfortable and safe. Someone that you can act like a kid around again.." he quietly listed off, eyes never leaving her pretty face. Feeling the butterflies swarm his chest , fluttering their wings almost painfully against his ribs as his heart rattled.

"I think .." he hesitated before mumbling "I think it's someone that you can call a partner and your best friend." Seeing her wide eyes as she listened closely  to him, he let out a quick nervous laugh. "I mean that's what I've gathered. Ya know, from the movies and books. I don't even know what I'm saying.." ne tried to wave it off .

Cherrie just shook her head with a soft smile on her face. Her eyes lingering on his as she spoke just as quietly.

"I think you might be right."

The next night , overwhelmed with sudden feelings and a racing heart whenever Quinn was near her, she found herself at a bar making friends. Drinking away the weird thoughts and the strange feelings , she felt happier than ever as she stumbled back to his apartment, bursting through the door with her usual flare of drama.

"Hola! Did you miss me? Because I would miss me!" She called out in a sing song voice , kicking off her heels as she stumbled into the front room.

Quinn quickly standing up to catch her before she could face plant onto the floor, his brows furrowing in concern as he took in her drunken state. Eyes lingering on the smudged makeup and messy hair, the smallest dress he had ever seen in his life clinging to her body.

He had spent all night worrying about where she had gone to, only to realise now that apparently she had gone club and bar hopping, all on her own just to avoid him.

He frowned even harder "you're so drunk." He muttered as he helped her over to the breakfast table in the kitchen , rolling his eyes when she refused to sit down, leaning against it instead as she watched him pull out some crackers and cheese.

"I was hoping that if I -" she hiccuped "if I drank so much then none of this would be real. That poof! I would wake up to find out that it's just a nightmare!" She giggled , swaying a little on her feet.

Quinn didn't laugh with her, instead he focused on Putting the cheese onto the crackers for her , so she didn't feel sick when she woke up.

"Am I that bad of company?" He tried to joke but it fell flat. His feelings a little hurt that she chose running off to club all night just to escape him.

Even in her drunken state, she heard the hardness in his voice and paused. Squinting her eyes over at him "no. If I could I would carry you in my pocket to Madrid with me. I just don't like it here so far away from home. I miss my family." She rambled to him honestly.

Quinn softened at that , turning around he slid the plate in front of her along with some water to drink.

Leaning against the table next to her as he watched her eat like a starving child would, gently lifting up the strap of her dress up that had fallen down her arm, fixing it for her.

"That's sweet. You really want to take me home huh?" He teased her quietly, blushing.

Cherrie just hummed , eyes on the plate in front of her. "Yeah. I told my dad that you weren't that bad, that you're kinda funny . I thought I would hate you but I don't." She told him, sounding just as surprised as he was to hear that she spoke to her dad about him.

His eyes widened in shock "you talked to your dad about me?" He couldn't believe it.

She just nodded, smiling casually up at him. "Yeah. He's gonna take you golfing with him when we go." She told him , already making plans without even telling him.

Quinn felt his heart warm, the grin nearly splitting his face as he followed her to her room, hand Hovering over her back just in case she stumbled.

"I am? Since when?" He was amused .

She pulled him into her room with her, throwing herself down onto her bed then wincing in pain "since I called him. Idiot," she rubbed at her back .

Quinn eyed her back in concern and asked her "you take the meds this morning?"

"Yeah. I have this gel for my back but they think I've got octopus hands." She giggled , nodding over to her nightstand where the tube of gel was sitting.

Quinn hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat quietly . "I could-I could help you out with it if you want." He mumbled shyly , fidgeting with his hands. Not liking to see her in pain, if he could help her then he would.

Cherrie beamed at him, pulling on some shirt cotton shorts underneath her dress before pulling the tight material off. Leaving her in the shorts and a lace bra , she laid down onto the bed on her stomach .

"Thanks q. I owe you one." She yawned, laying her head on her arms as she got comfortable , Quinn reaching over for the gel with a small nod.

He eyed her for a moment wondering which was the best way to do it before stopping himself from overthinking and just climbing onto the bed. He settled on the back of her thighs and rubbed some of the gel onto his hands, warming it up between his palms first before he hesitating again.

"Okay..." he exhaled shaky before carefully pressing his hands down on her back , gently rubbing out the knots and massaging around where the pain was.

"You okay?" He checked , laughing quietly when she just groaned and gave him a lazy thumbs up. "Okay."

Cherries eyes fluttered closed "you're so good at this. Well done." She mumbled tiredly.

Quinn flushed pink at her praise , smiling down at her back as he massaged her spine carefully, applying just the right pressure that had her squirming below him, a small moan falling from her lips at the feeling.

Quinn swallowed "thank you." He almost whispered before focusing on what he was doing. Trying to ignore the small, cute sounds she was letting out as she did so.

An hour later and he was finally done, Cherrie now laid on her back as he gently wiped off her smudged makeup with a wipe. Rolling his eyes as she kept laughing like a stubborn brat , turning her head away from him .

He held her jaw in place with his hand firmly

, then wiped the wipe over face softly to get it all

off.

Cherrie just looked up at him, admiring him. Then she reached out and gently poked the end of his nose making him flinch in shock, eyes snapping up from her cheeks to see her grinning down at him.

"You look like a boxer." She blurted out.

Quinn's brows furrowed "great. Thank you." He sarcastically replied , grabbing her hand to stop her poking at his healing nose.

Before he could feel self conscious about it, Cherrie was quick to add on once she noticed his face fall as he attempted to pull away from her.

"No!no! That's not a bad thing!" She assured him quickly "I once had a Fling with a boxer and he could hold me up against any wall with just one hand while he fucked-"

Quinn made a High pitched noise to shut her up "ah! Don't need to hear it! God!" He pulled a face , pretending to be sick. "Go to sleep loudmouth." He told her, pulling the blanket over her as he tucked her into the bed .

She pouted up at him unhappily "are you mad at me?" She asked him drunkenly , sniffling,

Alarmed, he gaped down at her for a moment . Quickly shaking his head and sat beside her on the bed.

Gently Smoothing her hair away from her face "no. I'm not." He muttered, amused by her sudden mood swing.

She sniffled again , grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles as she mumbled against them. "Good because if your mad at me then I'll get mad at you for being mad at me-"

He chuckled fondly at her, shaking his head in amusement . "Good thing I'm not mad at you then." He said.

She smiled sloppily "good thing." She repeated happily before yawning again.

"I really like your face Quinn." She suddenly told him.

He slowly got to his feet, smiling down at her as she struggled to fight off sleep. One eye on him as she yawned again.

"I like your face as well." He mumbled quietly , trying so hard not to laugh at the absurdity of all of it.

He felt like he was dreaming.

A pause. Then "just my face?"

He did laugh this time "shut up. Go to sleep, we'll talk in the morning." He told her affectionately, heart as warm as his stomach was as he headed to the door ,  shaking his head to himself in disbelief.

"Night Q. Dream of me!" She called sleepily after him, serious as shit,

He carefully shut the door behind him, laughing beneath his breath as he did so. "Will do." He muttered before heading to his own room to replay each moment between them in his head all night .

The next morning Cherrie awoke with a familiar feeling of regret and Nausea, cursing underneath her breath as she swore to never drink like that again.

Cringing in pain as she pulled herself up out of her bed , head in hands in shame as last nights Memories came rushing back to her like a bad dream.

Embrassment filling her as she recalled her ramblings about his Nose and telling him that she liked his pretty face , there was no way she could

Keep up her cool girl act now . Quinn had already seen too much of the real her already , how the hell was she supposed to act normal after that?

She could still feel the warmth of his hands on her skin from touching her last night, the way he had carefully massaged her back, keeping respectful and mindful of her drunken state too. Lips quirkily up as she remembered how flustered he had been to her casual compliments , acting as though nobody had ever told him something like before. It made her both sad and happy , pleased that she could be the one to let him know how good he really was .

She wasn't used to guys like Quinn , sensitive and quite. Thoughtful and kind, not a selfish bone in his body and not a bad intention in sight with her.

She was used to cocky, arrogant guys who thought that just because they were hot and rich, that women seemed to owe them something. Entilited and rude, throwing girls away like they were disposable toys when they got bored and wanted Another one instead.

It was a big reason to why she had stayed far away from love and relationships altogether , she had seen the way the guys treated their girlfriends and the way they behaved when they weren't around too.

A paddock full of cheaters and liars , it was enough to put her off men for a long time. At least she thought so.

Then stupid Quinn with his stupid cute face, and his stupid mumbles and stupid blushing cheeks , with his stupid crooked smile and stupid kind heart.

It was just so stupid. Yet there was nothing she could do about it now, she had the love bug and she felt almost sick with it as she dragged herself out of bed, guilt for making Quinn look after her drunken self making her pull out a pan and get to work.

Scrunching io her nose to herself as she stared down at the plate full of handmade pancakes in her hands , hesitating outside of his bedroom door for a moment before simply sighing in defeat.

"Fuck it. I'm fucked anyway. Might as well get fucked while I'm at it." She muttered away to herself , still dressed in only a large shirt and panties , hair a complete mess around her face . But Quinn had already seen her in worse states so..oh well.

Pushing open the door with her free hand , she walked right into his room like she owned the place. Grinning In amusement as she looked down at Quinn , his face smushed into a pillow with the covers pooling at his waist , chest bare with soft snores escaping his parted lips.

He looked like a mess, but a cute one.

Carefully placing the plate on his bedside table , she then raised herself onto of the bed till she was straddling His lap. Poking his cheek over and over again.

""Q." She sang down to him , flicking his forhead now as he let out a sleepy groan below her, frowning in his sleep as she continued to prod at him like a child wanting attention .

"Wake up mi amor. I've made you something." She told him , drum rolling her knuckles against his chin now instead .

He slowly peeled open one eye, taking a long moment to just look up at her in confusion.

Still half asleep, he croaked in amazement"am I still dreaming?" Hands coming up to lazily rest on her hips as he struggled to wake up. Humming sleepily as she brought her hand to his messy hair and gently scratched at his scalp, making him shiver like a cat.

Cherrie just laughed "depends. Dream of me often?" She cheeked, poking at the warm skin of his blushing cheek with her pointer finger. Hoping to annoy him Into waking up.

Quinn just smiled lazily , finally waking up as he realised that this really wasn't a dream and that she really was in his room, in his bed and straddling his waist in just a oversized tshirt .

He felt his heart race and stomach flood with heat, swallowing thickly.

"Some are dreams, some are nightmares." He quipped back at her with a soft smirk , twisting the tshirt at her thighs , his thumb brushing against the soft skin there with each stroke.

He then smelt something sweet and turned his head to see a plate full of syrup covered pancakes on his bedside table, his eyes widening in surprise as he felt warmth flood himself.

"You made me breakfast?" He echoed in disbelief , sitting up so he could grab the plate. Cherrie sliding off his lap to sit crossed legged in front of him instead.

She nodded sheepishly , tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah. I'm a great pancake maker. Think of this as an apology for looking after my drunk ass last night." She muttered , watching him practically inhale the pancake without even taking a break.

Feeling pride take over her as he groaned happily , then reaching over to squeeze her cheeks in his hand , giving her head a little shake as he grinned at her happily. Overcome with emotion for her then.

"Thank you." He simply told her , instead of adding a 'oh by the way. I love you now.' To it. Having a feeling that it might be a little too soon and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her and have her running back home to Madrid without him.

A thought occurred to him then "did you make some for yourself?" At her shaking head , he frowned unhappily .

"I had some fruit. It's for you Quinn!" She insisted while chuckling , but he was too stubborn. Just like she was .

He cut up a slice of his pancake and brought the fork up to her lips, tapping it against her mouth impatiently when she just looked back at him in amusement.

"Eat it." He said. Before impatiently shoving the fork through her lips and feeding her it himself , grinning to himself as she nearly choked , quickly chewing as she slapped at his shoulder with narrowed eyes.

He just laughed . Happy. So fucking happy that nothing else mattered.

"You kept telling me that you liked my face last night." He mumbled more to himself, but Cherrie still caught it. Still noticed the way his face flushed red at the memory.

Smirking a little, she simply shrugged . "I'm an honest woman. I think you're pretty. You don't think I'm pretty?" She wound him up. Wanting to get a rise out of him, a easy way in.

Because Cherrie wasn't normal , she didn't go about emotional things like this normally .

So she did it her own way, she fed him pancakes and then teased him, a kind of warmup to what she was going to ask him any minute now.

Quinn looked at her bed head and smudged mascara, then smiled genuinely. Shyness keeping his eyes down to his now empty plate .

"'Course I do. You know you're pretty. Well, more than pretty . I don't need to tell you that for you to know." He mumbled quietly , settling his plate aside.

Cherrie just hummed , pleased as she shuffled closer to him on the bed. "I know but it's still nice to hear."

There was a long moment of quietness between them, Cherrie just silently watching as Quinn fidgeted and looked at anything but her. Feeling those stupid feelings and stupid butterflies swarm her body, she sighed loudly.

"Quinn?"

He peered over at her shyly "yeah?"

Cherries face was calm as she bluntly asked him "do you want to have sex with me?"

Quinn choking on his spit as he gasped out a stolen breath , mouth dropping open in shock. Heart racing in his chest as he scanned her face for a lie, a joke..but all he saw was impatience and honesty ...and a little amusement too .

Cherrie raising a brow at him as he took a second too long to answer , in shock. And feeling like he was hallucinating.

"Right now?" He whispered in disbelief , swallowing audibly as she moved even closer to him. Pressing her hands to his chest and Pushing him back down to his pillows with a impatient huff.

Rolling her eyes at him with a playful grin as she leaned down to press a kiss against his ear, feeling him shiver beneath to her . His shaky hands coming up to clutch at her hips with an iron grip, dazed by the sudden turn of events.

She had made him pancakes and was now offering sex? Quinn felt like he was going to pass the fuck out. Breath hitching in his throat as she pressed open mouthed kisses across his skin, grinding down on his lap as she did so.

He moaned lowly. Yeah. Felt pretty real alright.

"Yes now. Maybe later too. And tomorrow and the next day and so on ." She muttered against his jaw , pulling back enough so she could hold his chin in her fingers , raising a brow at him mischievously. "So?"

Quinn somehow managed to hold eye contact with her , rapidly nodding his head as he let out a nervous laugh. Boxers tightening as he bucked his hips up with a small hiss , gasping a little as she bounced her ass back on him casually , all the while calmly looking down at his bright red face.

"Sounds good. Cool.. yeah-er" he stammered out , eyes glued to her smirking mouth as he felt desire raining over them. His hands slipping beneath her shirt and feeling her bare skin at his fingers , he exhaled shakily .

"Good idea." He blurted out nervously  .

Then "can I have a kiss?" He mumbled shyly making Cherrie laugh loudly , shaking her head fondly at him before ducking her head down and kissing him in a way that he had only ever dreamed of.

A moan falling against her mouth as he tilted his head , nose brushing gently against her own as he deepened the kiss , her tongue kissing every inch of his mouth as she made him realise just why she was one of the most wanted women in the world.

They didn't call her 'siren hips with a golden mouth' for nothing . Quinn soon learned . The apartment filling with their moans and whimpers as she took him in her mouth , took him in her hand , took him in her dripping cunt . Just for him.

She made him see stars and taste what happiness really felt like. She made him feel free.

A few hours later and the both of them were now half dressed, still lazying about on his bed, her feet in his lap as he painted her nails black for her .

Leaning back on her elbows, dressed in a open button shirt of his. She didn't bother to do up the buttons , enjoying the way Quinn couldn't keep his eyes away from her love bitten chest .

His mouth going dry each time she laughed at his stupid jokes he mumbled to her , leaning forward to kiss her lips each time he dipped the nail polish brush back into the bottle . Using it as a excuse just to keep her close.

"Ten out of ten." She suddenly spoke up after a while of comfortable silence and soft kisses between them.

Quinn arching a brow in confusion as he moved onto painting the nails on her other foot. "For what?"

She smirked at him cheekily "ten out of ten would fuck again." She teased , rubbing the heel of her foot over his half hard bulge. Already getting hard just at the sight of her smiling at him like that, in his shirt and looking at him like he was worth it.

He breathed out a shy laugh , cheeks a permanent red now. "Yeah?"

She just hummed contently . "Yeah. I've never had a boyfriend ya know ..not a serious one always." She admitted to him , knowing exactly what she wanted now.

And one thing she knew was that she always got what she wanted in the end.

Quinn hesitated for a moment before muttering quietly to her , a hopeful look in his eyes that he couldn't hide from her .

Bashfulness taking over him despite the fact that not even half an hour ago he had his head between her thighs , and his tongue and fingers in her cunt while she screamed out in pleasure beneath him.

"Do you want one? A boyfriend I mean.." he mumbled , screwing the nail polish back on as he blew air on them to dry them quicker. Rubbing at her ankles with his hands too, anything just to keep her touch on his.

Cherrie looked at him for a long moment, titling her head as she admired his outgrown hair, messy stubble and crooked nose. Trailing down to his bare chest filled with small scars , bruises and now a trail of lovebites leading right down to his pelvis , smiling to herself smugly as she just took him in.

Nodding her head contently to herself, she knew that this was it. Her time to dance the love tango had come , she wasn't about to back out now. Not when it felt so good just to see him smile and hold her hand.

"I want you." She simply said, confident and unashamed .

Smiling at the way he laughed quietly beneath his breath , seeing the way his breath stalled in his throat , looking back at her like she was the sun, the moon and every star in the galaxy wrapped up just for him.

He swallowed "I want you too." He muttered , shuffling over to lay his head in her lap. Sliding his hand up her stomach , the other one rubbing soothing circles into her back as he pressed a soft kiss against her hipbone , then sucked a little love there too. Just because he could now.

Cherrie smirked down at him, fingers pulling his hair back as she tilted his head up to her , leaning down to kiss his mouth and seal the promise

"You're mine now Q. I'm gonna make you so incredibly satisfied and happy.."

Quinn chuckled at her confidence , cheeks heating up he knew that it was true.

Feeling his emotions ball in his throat, he simply caught her lips in another kiss and mumbled against her mouth "you're mine too."

The next week went by in a flash, the two of them filming little videos for there teams to be happy about, but mostly just spending time together. Plans were being made and kisses were being pressed against any piece of skin they could reach, some part of them always touching as they orbited around each other easily . Just like it was meant to be .

Currently they were sat crossed legged on the couch as Cherrie spread a bright green face mask over his Face gently , a pink one already on her own as they had a pamper day. Quinn unable to say no to her, instead just enjoying the feel of her hands on him as she helped him relax.

"It'll make your skin feel so soft amor." She told him softly as she took a selfie of the two of them, Quinn wearing her fluffy bunny headband so the mask didn't get into his hair. Leaning his head against her shoulder as he smiled down at their reflection on her phone , kissing her collarbone as she snapped away.

He snuggled into her side and hummed "you know, we still have three months off even when the two weeks are up." He mentioned to her not so subtly , wanting her to be the one to make the call between them.

Cherrie knew that, so at his hinting , she smirked down at him. Pressing a affectionate kiss against the side of his head as she texted her father back home, telling him the change of plans.

"I know..any plans?" She teased.

Quinn rested his head ahinst her shoulder as he watched her text her dad, biting down on his lip to try and contain his smile as he read what she had wrote to him.

'Don't have a heartattack papa but I'm bringing home a guy soon'

Her father texted back quickly : an American? Cherrie...

Quinn chuckled quietly , kissing her shoulder softly as warmth flooded his chest as he realised that she was telling her father about him. No doubt in her mind that this was the real thing.

sorry . But you'll like him , he's obsessed with me and I'm pretty sure that he's going to marry me the first chance he gets.'

As he read her response , he nudged her shoulder with a loud laugh , amused "Cherrie! I'm not obsssed-" he tried to deny but quickly trailed off when she just gave him a look. Making him sigh In defeat "okay maybe a little bit don't tell your dad that! He'll think I'm weird!" He whined.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes at him "he will not. He loves love. He's been rooting for me to fall in love since I was a teenager . He actually cried for me when I didn't bring home a boyfriend last Christmas, trust me. American or not, he's going to be happy that I'm not going to die alone now." She told him matter of factly.

And she was right.

The joy was evident through the phone : my heart! I am so happy for you and American boy! You bring him home and we make him better! Madrid will do his soul good!'

"See? He's like you already." She said smugly to him.

Quinn couldn't believe how accepting her father was being about this. Couldn't believe that she wanted him enough to tell her father so.

His smile couldn't get any bigger "I love you." He told her suddenly , unable to hold it back anymore.

The love at first sight thing was no joke , it came and swiped them off their feet.

One day you were sad and alone and the next you were snuggling on the couch , green face mask on with a beautiful girl telling you that she was going to bring you home with her.

Quinn felt like he was dreaming , the happiness too much for his body as he held her close and smothered the urge to put a ring on it right there and then.

He at least wanted to meet her father first , take her out on a real date. Maybe after the third one he could browse for diamonds . A lot could happen in three months and he planned on enjoying every single moment of his time with Cherrie.

His dream girl was now his girlfriend, he couldn't believe it.

There was no doubt and no hesitation in her response , no surprise or shock at him saying it. It just felt right.

So she kissed him softly and told him easily "I love you."

But Before she could pull his clothes off and show him just how much she loved him with her mouth and body, his front door burst open making them gasp in surprise.

Jack and Trevor froze as they took in the scene in front of them , his brother's mouth dropping open as he looked at Quinn. Hickeys all over his neck and a green face mask on his face , bunny ears in his hair while Cherrie Valentine straddled his lap in just his shirt .

They both laughed loudly in shock , making Quinn groan in misery as he buried his face into her neck, hiding away from the two of them. Cherrie didn't give a single shit, simply giggling as she waved at them casually .

"Hey guys." She simply said.

Jack was the first one to gasp "oh my god!" He cackled quickly walking over to them, starstruck as he looked begeeen his brother and Cherrie Valentine.

"I can't believe this! Are you- with him-" he motioned his finger between them in disbelief .

Quinn groaned again in annoyance , not removing his face from the crook of her neck as he snapped a "fuck off!" At the two of therm. Only getting ignored.

Cherrie just laughed, smiling at the two gaping guys in front of her. "Yeah. He's mine now. I'm Cherrie- nice to meet you-" she shook their hands with a smile.

Trevor snorted "I can't believe this! I mean- huggy bear of all people?" He couldn't believe it, neither of them could.

Quinn pulled his face away from her neck to glare at them. "Fuck you! Get out!" He threw a cushion at them in Annoyance, regretting not locking his door when they woke up.

He saw Jack slowly lifting his phone up to take a picture of him in his bunny headband , green face mask and hickeys and glared .

"Don't you dare!" He warned him but it was too late, Jack was already giggling as he snapped away, already sending it to the guys groupchat to let them see what Quinn had turned into.

Defeated, he sagged back down on the couch , pulling a amused Cherrie down with him, catching the way Trevor was about to open his mouth and say something stupid

He just inhaled sharply and snapped at them "not a fucking word!"

Silence.

Then Jack curiously spoke up "Cherrie?"

She hummed casually as though she wasn't laid ontop of his grumpy brother who was pulling a blanket over their heads , trying to ignoring them completely.

"Yeah?"

"Are you going back to Madrid this weekend?" He s asked her , rocking back on the heels on his feet like a kid wanting candy. Plastering a innocent smile on his face.

Cherrie laughed , already having a feeling that she knew where this was going .

"Yes I am. Quinn's coming too." She told them easily.

Quinn poked his green face out of the blanket to glare at their smiling faces "don't you dare-"

"Can we come too? You won't even know where there! It'll be like a holiday! It'll be so fun!" Jack tried to persuade her. Trevor nodding along excitedly

"Yeah man! We can get to know each other better! And I'll show you how bad Quinn is at any other sport than hockey." He joked, Quinn rolling his eyes at him with a loud groan of misery.

"Say no." He muttered to Cherrie in a whine , pleading with her.

She took no notice , too busy laughing and nodding her head yes. "Sure. You can stay a week but Quinn's staying three months so.."

Jack gasped in shock looking at his brother in disbelief. "Three months in Madrid? Seriously?!"

Quinn grinned smugly at him "that's right. I won. Fuck you." He couldn't help but rub it in, knowing that the guys were going to be jealous of him for the rest of his life now.

He couldn't believe that he was even thinking it but he was so glad that he broke his nose now , recovery time off had never been so sweet.

#quinn hughes oneshot #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #nhl fic #ice hockey imagine #hockey imagine #hockey oneshot

[oswildin]

Allies of Circumstance (Loki x GN!Reader) - SHORT

Summary: He was the God of Mischief, they were a child of Thanos. They were allies of circumstance, that was all… Or was it?

A/N: No use of Y/N, they/them pronouns used with no descriptors. From Loki’s POV.

Was this what it felt like to have someone who understood?

To know how it felt to be a pawn, used in another’s game? To never feel quite good enough, that you have to prove yourself constantly, and still it was never quite enough?

Was this what it felt like to… care for another… with no ulterior motive… except simply wishing to see them succeed? To be more than fate had seemingly decided…

Loki’s sea-blue eyes scanned their profile, taking in the lines of resilience, determination… survival. They were softer than they appeared. The hardened edges of their gaze fading ever so slightly, ever so slowly… Tentatively, they were lowering their guard - a dangerous thing. For two beings who always believed sentiment and vulnerability was a weakness, they had somehow allowed their walls to lower around one another. Curious.

Their eyes flickered to Loki who was sat beside them, seeing him quickly avert his gaze to look at the fire before them, watching as he let out a slow, quiet breath. Interesting.

“What?” Their voice broke the silence, brows furrowing. “Why were you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Loki’s voice murmured, daring to glance their way once more.

“Like…” They trailed off, unsure what the words were. “I don’t know.” They narrowed their eyes, lips pursed, a contemplating look on their face.

“Neither do I.” Loki smirked faintly, tilting his head as he regarded them. Their own lips tugged upwards, before they shook their head, turning their eyes back to the fire. The sound of the flames dancing filled the air. It was soothing. Loki pursed his own lips, brows twitching. “You know… it’s been a while since you’ve threatened to stab me.” He commented, a hint of amusement colouring his tone. “I would go so far as to say that’s progress.” They scoffed, raising a brow, gaze once again finding his.

“People like me and you always manage to take one step forwards and two steps back.” They replied lowly. “So don’t hold your breath. You may still do something that makes a threat fall from my lips.” Loki chuckled softly at that.

“I look forward to it.” He replied smoothly, lips tugging upwards, eyes glinting with his signature mirth. It seemed to pull a small smile from their lips also, before it quickly disappeared. But for that brief second, it was the most wonderful thing Loki had ever seen. And he had seen a lot in his long life.

Was this… what love… felt like?

Loki again averted his gaze, almost worried that they could suddenly read his mind, or could see the thought in his blue eyes. This wasn’t what he expected. Not at all - not with the hostility they both first expressed towards each other. And yet, there he was… Considering the ridiculous notion that he…

“You’re acting weird.” Their voice broke his thoughts, an almost undetectable breath leaving his lips. “Well, weirder than normal.” They smirked. “And that’s saying something.” Expect, Loki didn’t smile, didn’t smirk… Strange. They furrowed their brows, eyes studying him closely. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts-“

“No-“ Loki quickly cut them off, shaking his head briefly. “No… it’s not that-“

“Then what is it? Because you’re starting to put me on edge.” They sighed, shifting to angle themselves slightly more towards him. Loki took a deep breath, steeling himself, eyes flickering to the starry sky above them momentarily.

“I…” He began, voice breathless. “We… We are… not so different.” Finally, his eyes met theirs. They could see the faint traces of awkwardness in his frame, on his sharp features. “And that can be good. As well as bad.” They raised a brow, struggling to follow along with where he was headed with his words. “What I’m trying to say is…” Another sharp inhale. “Well, actually, I don’t quite know what I’m trying to say.” He sighed, shaking his head.

Norns, why was this so difficult?

“Neither do I.” They echoed his earlier words, lips quirking into a smirk. “I get it.” They said lowly. “This… alliance… Allies of circumstance thing-“ They paused, biting their lower lip, shrugging casually. “It’s temporary.” Loki’s brows furrowed. “Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to stick around once-“

“No, that’s not it, no-“ Loki quickly shook his head, shifting now so he was angled to face them. “No.” He murmured, voice softening.

“Then what?” They asked, a hint of frustration colouring their tone. A beat of silence fell between them. And then another. And another… They let out an irritated breath, before moving to stand, missing the way Loki’s eyes followed every movement.

“Wait-“ Loki rushed out, pushing himself to his feet. “What if…” He trailed off, watching as they slowly turned to face him. “I mean, what if it… wasn’t temporary?” He asked tentatively, uncertainty in his voice. They blinked, tilting their head. “I, uh-“ Loki cleared his throat, hands moving to rest at his hips. “I don’t find your company… completely awful.” He tried to say casually, making them fold their arms over their chest. Their silence told him enough.

I’m messing this up.

“In fact, it’s quite the opposite.” Loki admitted quietly, eyes darting to the ground. “And I- Well, it would be a shame… if once this is all over… We never saw each other again.”

There. I said it. In my usual, indirect way, but still.

The silence stretched, Loki feeling a strange sense of nervousness settle in his chest. “Say something.” He urged. “Anything.”

And finally…

“Okay.”

Loki blinked.

“Okay?”

They furrowed their brows.

“Are you deaf?”

“Not last time I checked-“

They nodded.

“Good.”

Loki nodded.

“Good.”

The pair stared at each other, postures still slightly tense, but with an easy tenseness… If that was possible. Well, it was. For them.

“Shall we…” Loki gestured back to where they had been seated on the grass, fire still crackling before them. They gave a small nod, moving to retake their spot as Loki did the same. After a few moments, Loki allowed himself a small pleased smile, a warm feeling in his chest.

Yes. I think this is what love feels like.

#loki #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #loki imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #loki marvel #mcu loki #Spotify

[calummss]

Reborn in Death | Thomas Shelby

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summary: things are not always what they seem. behind a happy facade hides the horror of reality not everyone can live with; including you

pairing: fem! reader x thomas shelby

words: 800

a/n: i’m not putting tw just bc i want the reader in the unknown. there’s a theme of death. if you don’t think you can handle it or unsure don’t read.

‘Say goodbye to daddy, Lillian.’ You rocked your daughter on your arm, stepping into the kitchen where Thomas was smoking.

Thomas turned to you before placing his cigarette on the ashtray, his hands reaching out for Lillian’s face, her cheeks never safe from his pinching.

‘Have a good day with mummy,’ he gave her a quick kiss, ‘try not to cry too much.’

‘You’ll be good, won’t you?’ You grinned at her.

Thomas also gave you a quick kiss, reminding you to stay safe on your morning stroll with Lillian.

Lillian loved your little walks. She seemed to be more relaxed when she could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, the wind, the sounds of chirping birds when they were there.

‘We should be back in an hour or so.’ Another quick smile before leaving the door to place little Lillian inside the stroller. Tucking her in and making sure she was covered, the biting coldness of winter starting to get colder by the day.

The streets were mostly empty. The only ones that found themselves outside were the unfortunate, or workers, forced to take a shift no matter the conditions.

You took the usual route to the nearby park, trying to get Lillian to see the world for the beauty it had. Wanting her to see different things nature had created. Lillian liked ducks. You took notice of it when she started grinning at them, they’re quacks making her giggle hysterically.

The pond was not yet frozen, the water still flowing peacefully. Ducks floating above the crystal waters, their colourful feathers reflecting a beautiful ombré.

‘When are you going to tell her, Thomas?’ Polly took a drag of her black rolled cigarette, her eyes gleaming.

Thomas’ back was pressed against the wall, he inhaled the silver smoke that relieved him of his nerves.

‘You have to,’ she snapped, her voice growing louder, ‘her delusion is starting to spread across town. How will that make us look good? Let alone her.’ Aunt Pol bit her lip, her honey eyes glued on Thomas’ frame as he hung his head, the weight on his shoulders growing heavier as she continued to speak.

‘What do you want me to say, Pol?’ He glanced up, his voice the softest it had been.

‘That Lillian died and that what she is holding is a doll!’

‘You know I can’t do that!’

’You have to!’

‘I CAN’T!’ Thomas shouted back, hands sliding across his face.

Polly marched towards him, her hands trembling. ‘YOU HAVE—‘

‘SHE KILLED HIM!’ He yelled, his face eye to eye with her.

Tommy’s eyes bounced back and forth, unable to focus with the dragging noise of his heart that silently grew louder and louder as he looked at Polly’s face. The horror made him sick.

‘What?’ Her eyes somewhat softened, still wide as her heart stopped beating what seemed to be too long for her to still be alive, her hands no longer shaking. Paralysed.

Thomas’ hand brushed against his lip, turning around, pacing across the living room, his feet moving despite his wish to settle. ‘She was home alone when Kimber came here, the day we sent our men to the race. She hid in a kitchen cabinet when the baby suddenly started crying.’ His voice started shaking, just enough to tell that Thomas Shelby carried a heavy weight in his soul, every word harder to say out loud. ‘She was so scared. So scared to die. She covered Lillian’s mouth and nose to silence her. Stopped her from breathing…when they left, Lillian had already died in Y/n’s arms.’

‘Why did you never tell me?’ Polly asked.

‘Because if I told you, I would have to tell her the truth and I don’t think she’ll be able to handle it again. I cannot put her in that state again. Especially when part of it is my fault too,’ his voice grew quiet, shame washing over him like a wave trying to drown him. ‘I should never have made a move on Kimber. Never have left her alone in that house. I should’ve never done it.’

Polly opened her mouth wanting to respond but the sudden clicking of the door brought her to her feet, her arm brushing against Thomas as your familiar face appeared behind the door.

Closing the door behind you, the family portrait of you, Thomas and Lillian fell over.

‘Shh don’t cry,’ you rocked Lillian, her cries filling your ears. ‘Mummy would never do anything to hurt you. You’re safe with me, I’ll always protect you.’

Polly looked at Thomas, faced with an expression she had never seen on him, patting his shoulder to reassure him. ‘Switch it with a real baby, Tommy.’ She whispered in his ear, helping you with the stroller as you held Lillian on your arm.

Thomas smiled at you, taking Lillian into his arms from you, rushing upstairs, leaving him alone.

I stay where your calendar stopped.

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The Harder They Fall

Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Aegon II Targaryen

Warnings: Non-Con/Dub-Con, Smut, Oral (F receiving), Knife Kink, Spitting Kink, Biting Kink, Enemies to Lovers.

Summary: Aemond and Aegon both yearn for their mother's approval. It angers them when she immediately meets and favours the Princess of Dorne. They come up with a plan that ensures their mother never says your name out loud again.

Dedicated to @pluvialpoet, @bitch-biblioklept

Merry Christmas 😘😘

"I wish she'd choke on that olive and die." Aegon utters viscously.

From his spot beside his brother, Aemond almost spits his mead. If he was a man with any less self control, he might have laughed.

Instead, he turns to where his brother is watching sourly, to his mother, talking animatedly with the Princess of Dorne.

He can't deny your beauty, though he may hate you with every fiber of his being, he cannot deny that dornish dress was made for you, that your expanse of exposed skin and well done hair is anything other than breathtaking.

It's a shame that he indeed, also wanted to squeeze the breath out of you.

"Mother lets her get away with too much," Aegon continues, breaking into his brother's thoughts, "She tried to suggest to me how I should ride my own dragon."

Aemond raises a precarious eyebrow in shock and amusement.

"The worst part is the fucking bitch was right."

You were truly, proof that the gods had a sense of humour. Why else would they send someone so blood- boiling and so beautiful?

Though Aemond doesn't supply any verbal agreement of his dislike for you, he acknowledges it silently. He ached to wipe that smug smile from your face.

~~~

You liked to torment, and the Princes of the seven kingdoms had made themselves easy targets.

Like now, Alicent had promised you her younger son would accompany you through the shopping districts of King's Landing, and you were having a fun time reminding him at every moment that he'd been lent out like a hired sword.

You stayed beside him, looking up with triumphant smiles as he looked needlessly bored.

"What do you think of this colour?" You say, raising a light blue fabric to your face so that Aemond could compare them.

The Targaryen simply sighs, doesn't glance at you and turns away.

You pout.

"You're not being a very good help, Prince Aemond." You say, walking around to stand in front of him. Under his eye twitches once in annoyance.

"Ah, perhaps the import of wine and rare fruits are not as important to the Royal Family as I thought." You say in sorrow, turning away, only to grin when you feel Prince Aemond grip your upper arm to pull you back.

"Is that a threat, Princess Martell?"

"Gracious no!" You exaggerate with a smile, "I'm simply pointing out that Dorne's supplies can't be that important with the way you treat me."

You think you could hear his teeth crack with the frustration.

A shiver of pleasure floats down your spine.

Finally, he looks at the fabric in your hand.

"I hate it." He says finally, releasing your arm.

You hum in appreciation, putting it back.

"What is your favourite colour?" You ask, moving to keep up with his lengthy strides, shaking your head politely when someone tries to beckon you into their shop.

Again, he doesn't respond.

"Prince Aemond-"

"-Princess Martell." He says in a clipped tone, stopping to turn to you, "I am just a protective hand. If you require an opinion, I suggest you ask your ladies in waiting. It is their purpose."

Oh, you loved playing games.

You keep your eyes on his, wondering what's under his eyepatch.

"Leila," you call to one of your ladies' maids, you hear her step forward expectantly, ready to assist.

You don't stop looking at Aemond.

"Can you inquire as to the Prince's favourite colour?"

If only looks could kill.

There's a moment before Leila decides to open her mouth to speak on your behalf.

"Pardon me, my Prince-"

Aemond cuts her off with a look.

Pushed too far, he turns, and leaves you in the streets, disappearing into the crowds before you can say another word. You admire the sway of his hair as he walks away.

~

Aemond wasn't surprised that you'd told his mother. Sitting in his room, staring out at King's Landing, he's not fazed by his mother's sudden intrusion.

"I can't believe you," she starts, "the Martell house is a well respected and important family, the least you could do is treat her accordingly."

"You're lucky I didn't kill her." He says easily, studying the people below. Her silence speaks volumes.

"I had sought to make a match of you two, but maybe I should spare her the trouble." Alicent informs.

Aemond swivels on his mother.

"You would wed me to that spoiled brat?" He asks in disbelief.

"She is nothing of the sort!" Alicent's voice heightens as she approaches, "She is kind, and well learned and incredibly creative and if you could see that you would-"

"-Never. I would never." He spends a moment deep in thought before quietly asking, "Why do you like her so much?"

Alicent moves to his side, tucking her hand under his chin to tilt his head up from where he's sitting. He allows it to happen, because this is his mother, his blood.

She looks at him, Aemond watches some type of sorrow move over the planes of her face.

"I think she could love you. Aegon- has been forced to marry for duty, and you get the chance to marry for something else."

Aemond rolls his eye.

"I would have been happier marrying for duty." He responds.

Her grip on his jaw tightens.

"Consider it your duty to me then."

"I'll think about it." He appeases. He'd already thought about it. He would marry you when hell freezes.

~~~~

Aegon was not faring any better with you.

He'd been having his merry time with a serving maid when you'd walked into the small nook they'd been hidden in.

You'd cleared your throat, and the maid- whose name he couldn't care to remember- had slipped away and ran past you with a rushed excuse.

An annoyed sigh slips past his mouth, looking at you with droll irritation.

You didn't even flinch, smiling at him when he approached you to walk past.

"Can I ask, Prince Aegon," you blurt, humour deepening when he pauses to give you an annoyed glance, "Have you ever been with a willing woman?"

The silence is both amusing and poisonous.

You don't expect it, but it doesn't surprise you when he grips your shoulder tightly, slamming you into the same wall he'd had the other maiden pressed against.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" He growl, leaning into your space, till your breaths intermingle, "I am a Prince of the seven kingdoms and you will not speak to me as if I am your equal." He hisses, and not for the first time, the anger in his violet eyes stirs something delightful within you.

You soften your voice, tilting your head up and continuing to meet his eyes in an attempt to look more alluring.

"I meant no disrespect, Your Highness, but there's only so many times you can have your cock sucked by an inexperienced, unwilling woman before it gets boring."

He moves a hand from pinning your shoulder to the wall to wrap his fingers around your throat. Your eyes flutter with the pleasure it brings.

"Perhaps I like my women unwilling and inexperienced."

"A shame," you hit back, "When the opposite could incite pleasure you've only ever dreamed of."

His fingers tighten around your neck.

"Are you offering?" He asks, reducing his grip to allow you to speak.

"You wish." You respond, and before another word can be said, you're raising your hands to knock his away from your body, pushing him back to a respectable distance.

He hits the opposite wall with a muffled thud.

"I'll remind you, Prince Aegon, that I am a lady, and I am capable of removing your hands from your wrists should you touch me again without permission." You move to walk away, pausing in afterthought to turn back to him.

"So, have a nice day, Your Highness." You say, bowing your head respectfully, giving him a small smile, before backing away.

Aegon doesn't understand how he feels for hours after. On one hand, how dare you threaten him? On the other hand, why did it make him feel giddy on the inside?

He blames it on his mother.

~~~~~

He knows what's coming when Alicent storms into his room while he's taking a bath.

"You will not touch Princess Martell again, do you understand?"

Aegon huffs, wiggling his fingers in the warm water.

"It was harmless really, I can't believe she told you that."

"Except that she didn't tell me, the maid you'd been forcing yourself onto did."

Aegon can't help the smile that grows on his face.

Alicent leans forward angrily to dash water into the prince's eyes. He grunts in displeasure, wiping at his stinging eyes.

"I am trying to create a union between her and Aemond, I would appreciate if you would keep your filthy hands to yourself." Alicent hisses.

Aegon laughs long and hard.

"Aemond will kill her the second they are wed, mother, she is a nuisance- so- well- wait- I don't know what I'm saying, go right ahead and wed them." He smiles deviously.

She frowns, sighing, she leans against the bathtub, deep in thought.

Awkwardly, Aegon looks down at his cock, thinking that having his mother here did not inspire the debauched activities he was hoping to get along with.

"Why do you both dislike her? She is exactly the type of person I'd hoped for."

Which was the entire premise of the problem. That you had walked into the castle and earned the favour of the Queen, affection her sons could never hope to attain.

What could Aegon say? That he despised you because she loved you? The words would only get him slapped harder.

Instead, a dangerous idea rears its head. One so dark and twisted that the very thought of it had probably damned his soul.

He waits until dinner, to speak it aloud to the only other Targaryen who understands.

~

You sit at the opposite end of the table, clothed in emerald green. A colour that emphasised the way Aegon and Aemond felt about you.

Aemond hated the way the jewels sat on your skin, he wanted to cover them in your blood, slit your throat open and watch in satisfaction as you struggled to speak another word.

You laugh at something King Viserys says, and Aegon yearns to watch you cry.

Finally, he turns to his brother.

"Killing her is not enough. I want her very name tainted." Aegon whispers.

Aemond smiles at the thought.

"What do you have in mind?" He asks.

Aegon thinks for a minute.

"What's worse that getting her pregnant out of wedlock?" Aegon asks.

Aemond already has the answer prepared.

"Making her want it." Aemond supplies easily.

Aegon looks over at his brother in surprise.

"I don't know why I get called mother's worst child when you're more devious than me."

Aemond sips his mead, deep in thought.

"That's because you always get caught."

Aegon laughs.

~

You'd managed to ignore the princes tonight, having tormented them enough for the day, you only sit back and enjoy dinner peacefully.

You listen to the stories Alicent's father, Otto, weaves, and you smile along or laugh politely where necessary. You explain the landscape of Dorne when asked, and you tell them about some of the customs.

You leave out the customs you know they'd find appalling, they could never hope to understand the way Dorne holds the pleasures of the body as an important aspect of life. That you'd read books on pleasure enhancement alongside your history books when you were ready for it. Your virginity had only remained intact because of your status, as a formality to your future husband, should he be someone outside of Dorne. You knew that these people would never understand that. There was too much currency placed on a young woman's maidenhead for your liking.

You blink, refocusing, realising that your eyes have been locked onto Aegon's face the entire time. He smiles, leaning in to say something to his brother while still looking at you.

It makes you a little nervous. What could they possibly be talking about? No doubt some plot to get back at you.

You liked the idea more than you cared to admit. Aemond was gorgeous and calculating, Aegon made you burn with your desire for him. You shouldn't be thinking this way of either man.

When dinner is finished, you find your way to the library with a cup of ale. The place is almost empty at this time of night, and you enjoy the feeling of being alone and reading books by candlelight.

The words are funnier when you're inebriated, and you enjoy reading the thoughts of maesters who have clearly missed the points of the subjects they're speaking about.

When you hear the door to the library close and locks, you look up in surprise.

"Prince Aemond." You greet, standing, bowing your head in acknowledgement. When you notice his older brother behind him, you nod your head again, "Prince Aegon."

Both men look like they're up to no good.

"Princess Martell," Aegon says happily, "reading so late at night?"

"Uh, yes, I'm- actually I was just finishing up." You say, looking back at the books sitting on the table.

"Oh, there's no need, sit with us, we'd like to see what you're reading."

You don't get a chance to protest, finding yourself sitting on the wooden bench with Aemond on your left and Aegon on your right, both men closing you in.

"Is this yours?" Aegon asks, gripping the half filled cup of ale, taking a sip before you can open your mouth to affirm. He puts it down beside you, and you swallow when he leans closer.

You try to lean away but Aemond is a solid wall behind you, and you find that you can't move too far away from Aegon.

"Don't you hate when people don't know their place, Princess?" Aegon asks, and you swallow when he rests his warm hands on your knees. You don't push them off, not wanting to be disrespectful too soon.

"I'm not sure what you mean." You say softly.

"No? I can give an example." He sighs, smiling still, when you try to turn away from him, his fingers hold onto your knees harder to keep your attention.

"Aemond here is a Prince of the seven kingdoms. Third in line to the throne, rides the largest dragon in the world." Aegon's eyes illuminate with amusement, "Do you think he should act as a sellsword because the Princess of little shithole wills it so?"

You swallow, the level of trouble you're in finally sinks into your head.

"I only asked-"

"-You only asked," Aegon hisses, "and my mother agreed." He reaches up to grip your jaw, "What sway you must have on her, what influence."

You raise your hands to push him away, but before you can, Aemond has grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind you. You make a little sound of surprise, wiggling in an attempt to get out of his iron grip to no avail.

You turn your head to the side, taking your jaw out of Aegon's grip angrily.

"How dare you put your hands on me." You say lowly, struggling still in Aemond's grip, his breath in your ear, "Let me go."

Aegon laughs.

"It's time you learned, Princess, that you cannot have everything you want."

When Aegon kisses your collarbone, you gasp in surprise. He tugs your night dress a little lower so that he can trail his mouth from one clavicle to the other.

"Stop this, Aegon." You plead, trying to pull away from him.

"What's the matter, Princess?" Aemond whispers in your ear, your heart picking up its pace at the sound of his voice, "Don't like being taken advantage of?"

You whine.

"A little help, brother?" Aegon asks, and you feel Aemond's hand grip your jaw, turning your head.

You make a quiet sound of displeasure when Aegon presses his lips to yours. You try to shake both men off but it doesn't work.

Aegon laughs into your mouth, clearly enjoying your discomfort. Automatically, you begin to kiss back, trying to grab any semblance of control you have.

Aegon's lips are soft and plush, he's gentle and commanding with his mouth all at once. It's easy to get lost in it, to forget where you are when you have his tongue pressing into your mouth to trace over yours.

You hum in bliss, getting lost and enjoying it,  only being brought back into your body when Aemond laughs in your ear.

"She likes it." He says when Aegon breaks the kiss, "What a whore." Aemond teases.

Your mouth drops open, you begin to struggle in his grip once again.

"Let me go." You grunt, and you try to pretend that hearing both brothers laugh lowly at you doesn't bring on a spike of arousal.

Aegon's eyes devour you, roaming over your body. His tongue traces over his bottom lip, and you feel like nothing more that a feast for the prince.

"Aemond," he says, eyes still caught on your chest, "Your knife."

Fear squeezes your throat.

"No way," you breathe, beginning to struggle when Aemond pulls a knife from his belt and gives it, hilt forward to Aegon.

You're panting, swearing, wriggling, but Aemond's grip is too tight, and you can't seem to get away.

It doesn't take much for Aegon to rip the front of your dress open. You suck in a deep breath to scream and Aemond quickly claps a hand over your mouth. You grunt behind it as you feel your nipples pepple in response to the open air.

"Fuck." Aegon breathes, and you close your eyes shut to avoid the way he admires you.

The knife drops on the table, you whimper behind Aemond's hand when you feel his brother cup your breasts.

"She is... as magnificent as I thought she'd be." He whispers in reverence.

You jerk when he pinches one of your nipples gently.

You don't see his head dip, but the next thing you know, his tongue laves lazily over your breast.

You can't resist a muffled moan.

You give another shake of your shoulders, not trying as hard to escape Aemond's grip.

You can feel your toes curl in your shoes, Aegon is gentle and precise and you shiver at the feel of his hands and his tongue on your body.

When you can do nothing more than relax, Aemond takes the opportunity to tilt your head to the side so that he can meld his lips to yours too.

It's almost too much, one Prince licking over your breasts, swirling his tongue over your skin, the other, delving his tongue deep into the hollows of your mouth, redefining every thought in your head. Your eyes closed shut, trying not to enjoy the rapt attention you're being given.

Aegon pinches your nipples firmly and you gasp in pain, swiveling your head to meet his eyes in betrayal, but all he does is lean forward and capture your lips.

"You don't have to do this." You whisper, as Aemond kisses your throat and Aegon kisses your lips.

"I do, Princess. You give me no choice." Aegon answers and you don't get a chance to respond as you feel Aemond's teeth sink into the skin of your neck.

Your entire body shudders, with bliss you can't process, you shake violently, pressed between both men.

"I think the whore likes being marked." Aemond observes. You whimper in disagreement.

Aegon cups your cheek, leaning in so that he's almost hovering above you. You look up at him with pleading eyes, he tilts your head so that he can see the mark Aemond has placed on you.

"What will they think, Princess," Aegon tuts, "When they see you all marked up tomorrow? How quickly my mother will cast you out."

"N-no. Please-"

"If only you'd been nicer, less of a brat. Maybe we could have gotten along."

He turns your head back to face him.

"Open your mouth."

You frown, shaking your head.

"Aemond." He says, and you feel a hand on your jaw, squeezing tightly and you can't help the little sob that leaves your throat.

Aegon reaches for the cup of mead. He takes a long sip just as Aemond works your jaw open.

Aegon leans in, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he lets the mead from his mouth slip past his lips and into yours.

Aemond chuckles behind you, clamping your mouth shut, and covering your mouth and nose with his large hand in an attempt to force you to swallow.

You do, gasping for air when he takes his hand away, not liking the sound of their devilish laughter at all.

"I'm going to kill you both." You hiss.

It only makes them laugh more.

"Hear that, brother?" Aegon says, reaching to cup your breasts in both hands and press them together, "She just threatened us."

"I do believe that counts as treason." Aemond murmurs.

"To which the punishment is death, but I'm sure we can come to some arrangement, can't we, Princess?" Aegon follows, his fingertips tracing down your ribs.

He grips the material of your skirt in his hands, bunching it up until it sits on your waist. Though you wriggle, he puts his weight on your legs, stopping you from kicking him away.

He pulls at your undergarments, reaching for the knife to cut them away, you whine, trying to garner some pity.

Next, he's pulling at your legs, until you're lying on the bench, Aemond holds your hands above your head, your body situated between his spread thighs.

You try to kick at Aegon, worried that he's about to take your virginity, but all he does when he spreads your legs is look.

After a moment, he laughs.

"How wet you are, Princess." He praises, you gasp when his thumb swipes over your little bud.

He takes his time, which is way worse that him being rough, his thumb rubbing at your center, pleasure swimming through your senses, until your thoughts are muddled. You sigh, mewling when he leans down, kissing the tops of your thighs.

This wasn't something you were aware men outside of Dorne could do.

Aegon is soft, doesn't rush his kisses on your skin and you wished you could pull your skirts out of the way to get a proper look at him between your thighs.

You definitely stop struggling when he presses his tongue to your center. Your mouth parts in surprise. Was this supposed to be a punishment?

You look up at Aemond, who hovers above, looking down at you with something akin to amusement. You close your mouth, trying to mask the way you feel from him.

As if that was ever possible.

"How does she taste?" Aemond asks, and you burn with the way he talks about you like you're not in the room.

It takes Aegon a moment to raise his head from between your legs.

"Like nectar." Is all he says, burying his face in your cunt once more.

He licks you till you're trembling, his tongue dancing on your heated centre, your thighs wrapped around his head. The candles that you'd brought in with you have been significantly burned down, and you can only speculate that it's somewhere near midnight, and yet, Aegon keeps tasting you, drinking from your centre in an almost desperate manner that makes you want to moan.  You bite your lip so hard to stop from making any sound that you can almost taste the iron of your blood.

All the while, Aemond looks at you, his eyes devour every expanse of your skin and you think that his eyes alone is stimulating enough, but then he's reaching out, fingertips tentatively grazing your soft breast.

His touches grow more firm, and he's rolling one stiff nipple between his fingers before moving over to the next.

You whimper, kicking your legs in useless frustration. Aegon's tongue begins moving faster and you can't fight either brother and at this point you don't want to.

Your orgasm knocks the breath from your lungs, you feel your womb clench deliciously as pleasure swims through your system. You make pitiful noises of pleasure, hands in tight fists, trembling as both boys pause their torment.

After a moment, you feel your senses slowly begin to come back to you.

"The way you gush Princess," Aegon murmurs, eyes still locked on your center, "puts whores to shame."

A sad, needy sound leaves your lips. You can feel an indent on the inside of your lip where you'd been biting a little too forcefully.

"What do you think, Aemond?" The prince asks, "Has she been used well enough today?"

The man in question looks down at you, finally releasing his grip on your arms.

You don't move, confused at what they planned to do now. Would they take turns fucking you?

"I think she has." Aemond says, breaking you out of your desperate thoughts.

Before you can register anything, both Princes have stood, leaving the room with soft steps, closing the door behind them.

You sit up, confused and disgruntled and wondering what happened to make them stop. It takes you a moment before the horror of realisation overtakes you.

What had just happened?

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Midnight Blades {5}

Aemond Targaryen x princess!reader (Dark!themes) Summary: Done with being kept secure in Red Keep you decide to visit the city alone but Aemond decides to join you. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, violence, murder, sexual themes, a bit of fluff WC: 2653

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The city was alive as the people of King’s Landing gathered to celebrate a god that you did not believe in. It still didn’t stop you from gathering a cloak of Aemond’s you found in the room, pulling the hood over your head and following a maid to find a stairwell the Tarygaryen’s surely wouldn’t lower themselves to use.

Sure footed and silent, you descended into the bowels of the Keep and followed your nose until you passed the kitchens. No one even gave a second glance your way as they rushed to prepare for the celebration feast you were to attend with Aemond.

“Bollocks,” you cursed under your breath as the mouth of the alleyway opened to an airy courtyard and there in the middle stood your husband. He had yet to see you as he trained with Ser Criston, and you could hardly see him through the thick ring of men circling like vultures to see the fight, but there was no mistake who the long silvery hair belonged to.

It wasn’t until the men peeled away that you realised you had watched the entire fight unfold and it had held you enraptured. It also meant there was now nothing blocking him from seeing you and you stepped back into the shadows hoping he would dismiss you as just another observer.

You hadn’t been in Red Keep long enough to find a secret exit so with no other option but the gate ahead you inhaled deeply and peeked around the corner to see if he was gone.

“Looking for someone?” Aemond asked with a small amused smile, pushing the hood back to bare your face. “Or was that your poor attempt at spying?”

“Neither, I wish to see the markets and parades,” you replied as you stepped around him, feeling his body follow like a shadow to your own. “But if anyone were to ask I would certainly report the sub-par training I witnessed.”

Aemond chuckled and kept half a step behind you all the way past Red Keep’s gate and into the bustling city. The residents stood silent as their prince strolled by and the curious stares turned to you as he placed his hand low to your back every time a horse whinnied too loud or someone stepped too close.

“We should not have left without an escort,” Aemond said in your ear when music started to rise and the parade began. Dancers made their way down the streets with bells on their feet and bright ribbons in their hands. They jumped and sang along, twirling the ribbon in cascading colours and you rose on your tiptoes to see them pass by.

“What?” You frowned as you caught Aemond watching you with parted lips and an intense stare.

“They made you smile.”

Your frown deepened as you turned to face him. “You say that as if I am a miserable wretch. I do smile.”

His lips curved into a small smile as he started to disagree, “Your saccharine smiles towards my family are not genuine. Not like that one.” He traced his thumb over your lips. “It changes your entire face, makes you look-”

Your heart hammered in your chest as he spoke until movement in his blind spot distracted you from what he was about to admit. “For Rhaenyra!” a stranger shouted as he lunged for Aemond.

The dagger hidden beneath your cloak warmed at your touch as you pushed Aemond aside to meet the blade that aimed for his gut. His eye widened and a flash of betrayal crossed them before he realised you weren’t going to gut him but trying to prevent it. More screams of support for the ‘True Queen’ erupted and Aemond pressed his back to yours, drawing his sword and squaring off with the armed men surrounding you both. 

“Scythian scum,” one man growled as he pointed his dented and chipped sword at you.

“Still better than being a piece of shit like you,” you spat back. “That escort sounds quite useful about now.”

Aemond laughed darkly and you saw a few of the opponents flinch at the sound, extremely aware of the violence it promised. “We wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the fun, princess.”

Another wave of the parade arrived and the crowd swelled, half of them oblivious to the stand off within. The beat of the music suddenly reminded you of the war drums that had welcomed you on a tour to the Dothraki borders as a child and your heart beat in time to the deep thrum. 

“Move aside savage whore and you may live, it is the Kinslayer who is destined to die by my hand.” 

“If anyone gets to kill the prince, it will be me.” You twirled the dagger, loosening your wrist so motion was smooth and controlled. “Let us bathe in their blood, Midnight,” you whispered to the blade before stepping away from the shelter of Aemond’s back and towards the man who wanted to steal your vengeance.

Your attack spurred Aemond to break off the moot glaring contest and his sword clashed loudly. This wasn’t training and this wasn’t foreplay, this was life or death so you couldn’t spare a second to worry about him when a blade was relentlessly slicing the air where you had been.

Dropping to your knees, you ignored the bite of the stone and spun beneath the sword, slashing the man’s heel with Midnight before leaping back to your feet. The man fell to his knees as his tendons were sliced to the bone and you drew your blade across his throat, kicking his lifeless body to the ground. 

A body crashed into your back and you almost tripped over the body as the parade reached its peak, the crowds pushing against each other to get a better view. Midnight was dropped as you tried to steady yourself and you couldn’t risk stabbing an innocent bystander by accident. 

“Fuck!”

You couldn’t see the blade amongst the boots passing by but almost immediately the crowd thinned as they followed the parade. Aemond was still fighting two men and the body of a third lay at his feet without its head, but you couldn’t help him until you were armed. 

“Sparrow,” a quiet voice greeted you, the accent lilting with Lyseni gentleness. “I believe you dropped this.”

The hooded woman held out Midnight in offering and you wrapped your fingers around the handle as you whispered, “You have my gratitude once again, White Worm.”

The spymaster nodded and disappeared into the crowd as you jumped over the bodies to join Aemond. The duo were working to use Aemond’s blindspot but you ruined their strategy as you took his left. 

“I grow weary of this, dear husband, shall we finish this dance?” 

Aemond bent his knees and dropped his hips into an offensive stance in answer, his long sword raised above his head. “With pleasure.”

If you had been able to wear DragonBane concealed you would have used the long sword too, but it was impossible to hide under the cloak. Facing the man before you with his long sword that was thrice the length of Midnight was daunting but you took a steadying breath and exhaled as you lunged. 

By the time the City Watch arrived blood ran thick down your cloak and Aemond finally stopped mutilating the traitors that were now unrecognisable. The lingering crowd had watched from afar with fear at Aemond’s actions until you placed a hand on his forearm and shook your head. 

“That is enough,” you murmured, wiping a red strand of hair away from his face. 

“It will never be enough,” he growled, kicking the body one last time before Ser Criston cut between you and grabbed him. 

“Are you alright, my prince?” The concern was palpable and you looked away to survey the guards stationed around you as Aemond reassured Ser Criston he was unharmed, merely scratches and knicks. “Your mother needs to know about this.”

You looked at the armoured man with an eyebrow cocked. “Don’t you mean the King?” 

“Both,” he clipped shortly over his shoulder before turning back to his priority, Aemond. “We should make our way back to the Keep in case there are more traitors.”

“Good, I will slaughter every one of those cunts!” Aemond’s voice grew until he shouted the last part to anyone that might be listening in the shadows. 

Skirting around Ser Criston, Aemond placed his blood soaked hand on your lower back and nodded his head to the guards before you moved out as a group. The march of soldier’s feet and clink of armour through the silent streets were in stark contrast to the joyous parade that had passed through not so long ago, but it felt like a lifetime as the rush of the fight faded from your body and left you exhausted.

The handmaids waiting in the chambers gasped with shock as you unceremoniously peeled the bloody layers of cloth from your body and let the sodden material slap heavily on the floor. Even your undergarments had absorbed the blood of Rhaenyra’s supporters. 

“Leave us,” Aemond ordered as he stepped into the room and saw the trail of clothing leading to the bath that had been drawn by the fire. The handmaids bowed and darted from the room allowing Aemond to lock the door and drop his forehead to the cool wood.

The water sloshed as you broke the surface and the silence was broken by the crackle of fire. Your eyes darted around as you noticed the handmaids missing until they landed on your husband, his posture not as rigid as he usually stood where he waited. “Did your mother spank her wayward son for leaving the Keep?” 

He turned and pulled the leather patch from his head, messing his red streaked hair as it lifted stiff strands to burst in all directions. “Her anger would have been preferred, but it was only her disappointment that she shared with me.”

You sat up straighter until your breasts were bared to the chilly air and your nipples peaked in response. “Disappointment, for what?”

Aemond took a deep breath and released a long, heavy sigh. He contemplated his answer as he pushed off from the door and ran his fingers down the clasps of his tunic, allowing it along with his trousers and boots to join your discarded clothes on the floor. His pale skin was pink with his enemies’ blood and he looked at the warm bath longingly before making his way to the cold jugs of water beside the wash basin. 

You watched quietly as Aemond dumped the jug over his head and steam sizzled as some splashed into the flames, the puddle on the floor leeching the blood from his skin. His skin prickled instantly as the cold penetrated his hard exterior and against your better judgement you shifted forward, feeling a little bit sorry for the prince. 

“Get in.”

The water rose to the lip of the bath as Aemond lowered himself in and pulled you back so you were resting against his chest. His long fingers drizzled water over your breasts as a peaceful silence descended, enjoying the sight of the droplets rolling across your skin.

“She blames me,” Aemond murmured quietly. “For all of it.”

“The plan to usurp the throne started this,” you replied after he added nothing more. “There can never be peace while two war councils take place.”

“I wanted my revenge.”

You turned onto your stomach, lying chest to chest with him, and the water spilled to the stone floor. The sapphire was almost black in the dim light, the sun descending over the other side of Red Keep, but it still caught the flickers of the fire beside the bath. With dripping fingers, you reached up to the scar and traced the jagged line that cut through his eye. “Wanting revenge and wanting to start a war are two very different things, Aemond.”

His only response was a sad smile before he pulled you higher up his body and kissed you softly. It was…sweet. There was no burning need to dominate and there had been no feverish argument that led to the passionate claim, this was purely indulgent and gentle.

Despite his cock stirring beneath your body, he pulled away and smiled at the pout on your lips. “Later, we have a celebration to prepare for.”

“There is a feast every other evening, can we not just skip one?” It was a slight exaggeration but they did flaunt their wealth frivolously with the regular celebrations. 

He didn’t even entertain you with an answer or a false promise, merely stepping out of the bath and distracting you with his body as he knew it would. Only once he covered himself with a robe did you notice the needy throb left between your legs and clenched your thighs together so he didn’t have the satisfaction of seeing your reaction to him. 

The music from the parade was spilling from the dining hall and you looked to Aemond who smiled knowingly, giving your hand a squeeze as it rested in his. “I couldn’t miss a chance to see you truly smile again. And, I am intrigued to see how well you dance without a sword in your hand.”

You laughed and shook your head as you rounded the last corner and stepped into the brightly lit room. It had been transformed for the evening with long tables spread around the outer walls leaving a large space for the guests to dance. They were lined up in neat rows and moved stiffly to the music unlike the lively madness you had seen in the city, but it was still lovely to watch.

“I do not know this dance,” you admitted to Aemond as he walked straight to the centre and turned to face you.

“Follow my lead.” He stepped away and raised his hand like the others and you lifted yours to mirror him. The foot movements were similar to sparring as you circled one another before swapping hands and reversing the rotation.

“You are so far away,” you complained as your fingers brushed on the rare occasion.

He stepped closer and linked your fingers, not caring that his mother would be watching for any mistake he made. “Is this not how you dance at home?”

“No,” you said with a laugh, “it would be deemed quite the scandal if your family were to witness it.”

“I can’t disappoint them anymore than I already have,” he said with a smirk, but the amusement didn’t reach his eye. “Show me, princess.”

You stepped closer until your bodies were pressed together and moved Aemond’s hand to the small of your back. His smile widened as he looked down at you, waiting for the next move as the guests fell silent with shock. “Follow my lead.”

Aemond danced just like he fought, action and reaction. You stepped back and he instantly stepped forward, the movement smooth as you glided around the dance floor to the music. You pushed away from him and missed the warmth of his hand on your back but his fingers tightened and he pulled you back with a spin that left your back pressed to his chest and his lips at your ear. 

“This is not part of the dance,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Then we will make our own.” He pushed you away and you grinned as he brought you back to face him.

“Thank you, Aemond.” Rebellious joy, that was what flooded you as the song came to an end and you stepped away to courtesy while he bowed. “But you will still be my enemy in the morning.”

His eye sparkled with the reminder and he brushed his lips over your knuckles as he murmured, “You are still my enemy now.”

Click here for Part Six.

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did anyone say good omens fanfic x cupid!reader ?!?!?

good evening tumblr. i have many thoughts for the ineffable fandom. can’t get out of my head a cupid!reader that crowley hangs out with now that azi is gone?!?? broken heart crowley?!?! crowley x reader smut ?!? gender neutral reader?!?!? gender bending crowley?!?!? sex shop running cupid ?!?!?!??! 🫣🤔🤭🪽

I wrote a drabble. Please send thoughts. May write a fic 🫣 XOXO, xwingsandohs.

Angels and demons have always been assigned their roles on earth to protect peace and create chaos, but it’s in the 15th century (or so) that the Almighty notices that humans have evolved themselves beyond simple procreation. And so God creates the Cupids, not necessarily a legion of angels and definitely not demonic, but a collection of holy beings powered by Earthly love to bring happiness and prosperity to humanity in new ways.

Where Aziraphale was defined by white hair and golden clothes, Crowley recognised by fiery red locks and sleek suits; this particular Cupid is defined by a rainbow of colours, patterns and flowers for every occasion.

It’s been three months since Aziraphale left for Heaven’s gates, or escalators to be more accurate, and your attempts to foster and create love in London has suffered thanks to a certain lonely demon moping around. Crowley can’t admit he just needs the company.

“Coffee?” You ask, Crowley hums positively. “What would you like?”

“Something strong.” He’s sitting on a lovely green couch in the back room of your shop, sprawled in all his comfort. It’s decorated with a variety of silly cushions, one particular eye-catching one being bright blue with orange tassels.

The room is littered with beige boxes of spare stock and new deliveries, but you still keep it looking bright with a mis-matched collection of hanging prints and printed wallpaper. You keep it on theme with what you stock.

“I know that, silly.” You shake your head and smile as always, you both do this routine most mornings. The coffee bean grinder grunts loudly and you pick out two big mugs from the cupboard. “What shall I try draw in your coffee with the milk? You know I’ve been practising.”

You have been practising. Despite coffee not being the main draw of your high street shop, you have a vision of giving out free drinks to customers if you can master the art of the latte. You’re getting better, actually.

“A leaf.” Your friend responds, standing up and heading towards you.

“You say that every time!”

Crowley picks up the yellow striped mug you’d taken out for his drink.

“I like the leaf.”

He’s nonchalant. He puts the mug back and looks around for the one he wants.

“But it’s easy and I’d like a challenge. Something silly.”

You grin up at him with a little humour, and he looks back to you with a raised brow.

He can’t find the mug.

You look up and find the mug immediately. It’s completely plain and black, with a slightly lighter shade of grey on the inside. He bought it and gave it to you especially for his drinks. You always fight back.

“Fine.” Crowley says with exasperation. “How about….” He looks around for inspiration in your decor, finding little that he wishes to ask for. “A tree?”

“Oh, I know!” You almost cut him off, exclaiming. He doesn’t know why you bother asking, again, this is your routine. His eyes roll and you can sense it without even seeing. “I’ve just remembered something I saw online the other day and I’d like to try it out.”

“Sure.” He rubs across his face with his hands then spins on the spot to head back to a seat on the couch. The milk steamer screeches and he considers it his cue.

“Could you do me a quick favour before I unlock the doors?” He stops, seconds away from reclaiming comfort on the velvet. He’s not your assistant, but you tend to always ask for these little things.

“I know you’re not my assistant, but there’s a pile of online orders printed out that I need to put together. Could you grab that pile from upstairs for me? It’s next to the-“

“The computer.” He finishes. Routinely.

You finish the coffee.

By the time he’s brought down the pile of paper and placed it where you like it behind the till incase of a quiet moment, you’re skipping over to unlock the door and flip the sign to ‘Open!’ Before it hits 9:01.

Then you rush back to grab the two mugs.

Crowley looks around at the shelves and pegs that hold the stock and shakes his head at everything he sees, humans and their rubbish. He does however appreciate the collection of green plants that have found a place amongst the shelves since he’d been spending lots of time here. They perhaps even look happier than his own, or maybe the colourful shelves really bring out their green.

“I wonder what lovely people will walk through our doors today?” You say with a smile, taking your first sip of coffee and smearing the pattern. Your hand holds out the other cup to Crowley.

He shrugs, takes the coffee from your hand and looks down at the pattern. “It’s a…”

“-A seahorse!” He wouldn’t have guessed it really, but when you point it out he notices. It’s definitely an animal of some sort.

“I like it.” He doesn’t really care for it, but you seem to like the labour, he understands that care. “Although it’s a little…”

He’s not going to say the word.

You’re still grinning, you know the word.

“A little…?” You ask.

“You know, it’s…” He doesn’t say.

“Phallic?” You say it. He doesn’t look away from the coffee.

“Phallic.” He confirms with an unsurprising demeanour .

“I know!” You giggle, he shakes his head.

“You really do take this all very seriously, don’t you?” Crowley chuffs as he leans back against the counter and takes his first sip.

“You could say it’s all about passion in this business.”

Well…. What else would a Cupid sell? The bell above the door rings.

“Good morning.” You call to the first two customers that come through the door. They respond politely back. “Welcome to Sugar ‘n’ Spice, let us know if we can help with anything.”

“Actually, we were looking for some bondage gear?” The lady says as her partner shrinks slightly behind her.

“Of course! Let me introduce you to our selection and then I’ll leave you to shop on your own.”

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Dynasty of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon's firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth.

Y/N slowly starting to turn into Daemon 2.0

Warnings: Incest (duh)

Part 1, part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

Part 8

The large dining hall was well lit up and well decorated in the colours of gold and maroon. When Y/N arrived with the rest of her family, the greens were already present by the table yet none of them had taken their seats.

Y/N picked a spot next to Jace and right when Aemond spotted her walking toward the chair she intended to be seated in, he too walked in the same direction, pulling it out for her. Y/N smiled up at him and Aemond gave her a curt nod.

Aegon remained standing even when Helaena took her place; he left an empty spot next to Y/N for Aemond but the prince did not put two and two together and instead went and sat himself at the head of the table.

Aegon inwardly groaned as he face-palmed himself. "You are an absolute twat" Aegon leaned closer to Aemond as he muttered "I gave you a- you smell different" Aegon noticed the fragrance of the oils. Aemond was silent and Aegon just sighed before going to sit beside Y/N.

As the dinner progressed, and after toasts had been made; The king's to Jace and Luke's engagement, Helaena's to Baela and Rhaena's near marriage. Even Rhaenyra and Alicent had made toasts to one another, both of them laughing as they spoke amidst themselves later on. Y/N too, seemed to be in a lovely mood, joking around with her sisters and laughing at something Jace was ranting about.

Aemond's gaze was fixated on Y/N the entire time. He smiled ever so slightly when he saw her laugh yet again and remembered how it was he who used to be able to make her laugh like that. He almost scoffed when he saw Jace nudge her shoulder, Y/N still giggling along with him.

Aegon noticed his brother's annoyance with Jace and immediately decided to take matters into his hands and ruin Jace's evening. He stood up from his place to pour himself some wine from a jug that was near Baela.

"I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer" he whispered into her ear, referring to Jace's lack of experience in bed "If you do ever wish to be satisfied, all you need to do is ask"

Jace slammed the table in rage just as Baela was about to hurl some rather indecent profanities at Aegon. Aemond immediately stood up from his chair, as if he were warning Jace that if he tried anything with Aegon, he would have to deal with him as well. Y/N turned toward her half-brother, curious as to what had upset him but Jace simply smiled and grabbed ahold of his chalice.

"I wish to raise my cup to prince Aegon and prince Aemond" Jace spoke through gritted teeth, still flashing a fake smile to mask his annoyance "I won't deny we've never gotten along well as children but I do have rather fond memories of our shared youth"

"Memories of you tormenting me?" Aemond sneered with a malicious grin "memories of Luke taking my ey-"

"I do hope that as men" Jace interrupted, not wanting for this peaceful dinner to go south "we might be friends or close allies. Let us put our past behind us and start afresh"

Y/N took a sip of her wine, eyeing Aemond from behind the rim of her glass and he too met her gaze.

For her sake, he mentally told himself as he sat down again, for her sake I will practice restraint.

"Let us have some music" the king clapped, thinking that at last, his lovely little family had come together as one.

Jace excused himself from Baela before he rose and walked toward Helaena, asking her for a dance. The older princess was rather happy to oblige and slid her hand into his. Luke asked Rhaena for a dance and Baela dragged her father along with her. Y/N knew Aemond did not like to dance so didn’t bother pestering him. She instead went and seized the queen Alicent and her step-mother Rhaenyra by the arms and pulled them along with her.

"Boys?" Alicent called out "won't you come dance?"

Aemond politely declined so Aegon stood up, just so that one of them wouldn’t be without a partner since it was an odd number of people.

Alicent and Rhaenyra danced together, remembering how they used to giggle and dance when they were girls when Rhaenyra had to take dance lessons.

Aegon paired with Y/N.

"Aemond is a decent dancer" he told the princess as he twirled her around in a half circle before linking arms at the elbows "I do not understand why he doesn’t dance. He seemed to be rather good at it when he practiced with Alys"

"Alys" Y/N repeated, her voice sharp"who is she? I do not think I have ever heard of her"

"Oh" Aegon raised his brow at the sudden shift in the girl's tone "Do i detect a hint of jealousy?"

"Please" Y/N rolled her eyes with a playful chuckle "I do not care who Aemond converses with, I am not his lady to be bothered by it. And even if I were, I wouldn’t have to worry, I know no one posses as a threat. I have no competition; simply fools who believe they are on the same pedestal as I am"

"Daemon's daughter indeed. Alys is just some bastard girl who lives in the keep, studying to be a wet nurse" Aegon grinned as he held her at the waist to turn around. He had to step closer to her for this and thus got a whiff of her bath oils, a scent very similar to the one Aemond had on. Aegon knew his brother and how he did not like experimenting with different fragrances; it did not take a genius to decipher what had happened.

"Did you and Aemond perhaps bathe together?" he asked in a hushed tone though his cheeky expression was constant "Do not try and deny it Y/N, the fragrant oils you both used speaks louder than those words of denial. Any other fluids that were exchanged besides those oils?"

"Aegon!" Y/N laughed at his statement, stumbling over her own footing for a few moments before she regained her balance.

The dance went on, everyone twirling in a circle joyously. Aemond was rather tempted to join but did not move and stayed at the table with his father and grandfather. While the others were busy swaying to the music, the king seemed to grow weary and Aemond called for the guards to take his father back to his chambers.

Once the rest of the family grew tired from their dancing, they each returned back to their seats.

"Y/N dear" Alicent spoke gently "Rhaenyra just mentioned that there is to be a tourney held to help find yourself a match"

"Ah, yes" the younger girl chuckled "I am not too thrilled with the idea but father seemed to be rather confident that I will find a suitable man to court and then perhaps be betrothed too"

"Oh how marvellous" Aegon clapped, gaining everyone's attention "Aemond absolutely loves tourneys!"

Aemond shot Aegon a murderous look the same time Jace and Luke looked at him quizzically.

"Didn’t you mention that you do not care for them?" Luke asked, phrasing it differently to avoid using the profanities that Aemond used.

"Aemond says things he does not mean all the time" Aegon spoke before Aemond could even respond "like how he said he wasn’t looking to marry"

"I never said that" Aemond snapped, his face contoured with annoyance, something Y/N found almost comical. For a moment it felt as though she caught a glimpse of the little boy she used to play with within the walls of this very castle.

"Lovely" Aegon raised his cup "let’s save you the hassle of organising a tourney and instead have you both court-"

"I appreciate your kind offer" Daemon interrupted "but you mustn’t bother, the preparations for the tourney are already well in order"

"Well I-"

"Furthermore my daughter wishes to find a suitor of her own choosing" Daemon continued "We won’t meddle in matters such as this, after all this is the man she is to spend the remainder of her life with and alongside who she will rule someday"

"Rule?" Jace asked and Y/N immediately winced.

Rhaenyra exchanged nervous glances between Jace, Daemon and Y/N, making it clear that she had not yet told Jace of who she had chosen as her successor.

"Y/N? What does he mean?" Jace's gaze shifted from his mother and toward his half-sister. Everyone at the table grew silent and Aegon seemed to be enjoying this; for once he was not responsible for any chaos.

"Perhaps we can discuss it later" Y/N nervously looked around "now is not the time"

"Right" Jace scoffed. He had a vague idea of what the conversation would be, whenever it happened. He was no longer going to be Rhaenyra's heir, something he was so hopeful for had been taken and given away to someone else, someone who seemed to care about some one-eyed prince far more than her own family.

Everyone at the table were only breaking away from that awkward silence when Luke decided to cause another uproar of mayhem.

As the servants brought along the food, they happed to place the roast pig right in front of Aemond.

Luke noticed this and immediately broke into a fit of giggles, leaning in to tell Rhaena about the story of the 'pink dread'

Aemond turned only for a moment, away from Y/N, and toward the rest of the table to see Luke shift glances between the pig and him, smirking shamelessly.

The nerve the boy had to laugh about years worth of bullying they'd put Aemond through for something that wasn’t in his control.

Aemond had run out of his patience and slammed his fist hard on the table, making everyone jolt.

Even the musicians ceased their playing.

"Final tribute" he picked up his goblet, slowly standing up "to the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke and Joffrey; each of them handsome, wise"

Aegon immediately raised his cup, knowing well that his brother was about to turn this peaceful dinner into a chaotic ale house.

Meanwhile Y/N was hopeful that he was perhaps actually trying to be nice toward them, that was until he uttered something that left even his mother on edge.

"Strong"

"Aemond" Queen Alicent tried to interrupt.

Y/N tugged at Aegon's coat when she heard him chuckle. She did not want the evening to be ruined.

"Come," Aemond went on despite his mother making her displeasure obvious and urging that he shouldn't push it "let us drain our cups to these three strong boys-"

"I dare you to say that again" Jace snapped at him, glaring menacingly at the older prince.

Darling Helaena did not seem to catch on to the insult at first as she smiled, bringing her hands together to clap before Jace's interruption had her pause and think on it for a minute.

Jace was trying to control his temper but it was a challenge every time he looked at Aemond and his shit-eating grin.

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment" Aemond shrugged, taking it a little too far now "do you not think yourself strong?"

Jace finally let his anger get the best of him and he stomped toward Aemond and punched him along the jaw in a fit of rage.

"Jace!" Y/N was up in an instant, obviously not expecting her half-brother to resort to any physical violence.

Aemond barely flinched, in fact he seemed quiet amused at the horrible punch Jace threw at him. It was so weak that even the wine in his chalice never spilled upon the impact.

He simply pushed the boy, not wanting to mirror his violent approach and engage in a fist fight that he knew he'd win.

That simple push against the chest was a display enough of his brute strength since it sent Jace straight to the floor.

Luke stood up to aid his brother but Aegon was already up and by his side, slamming Luke's head against the table.

"That is enough!" Alicent yelled at Aegon and she stood up from her chair, Rhaenyra doing the same.

Baela was up in an instant and Rhaena was quick to restrain her twin; she was well aware that Baela when angry would throw all rationality out the window. She'd even throw a chair if she felt like it.

"Why did you say that?" Y/N placed her hand on Aemond's bicep.

"I was only expressing how proud I am of my family ñuha dārilaros" Aemond innocently stated as he pretended he was unaware of what she was referring to whilst quickly pulling his hand out of her grasp "though it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs"

He turned around to menacingly stare at them as the king's guard restrained them. He found it amusing how the little runts were still struggling to break away from the guards to throw another punch at Aemond.

"And you" Y/N turned to Jace "what on earth possessed you to hit him? Could you not have communicated your displeasure in a civil manner?"

"He calls us bastards and you still find fault with me?" Jace snapped his tone dripping with venom, something that Y/N had never seen before "apologies your grace, I do hope you won’t take my head like how you took my throne"

"Your throne?" Y/N raised her brow. It was no secret that the princess did not appreciate anyone talking to her with their voice raised and their tone laced with mockery "I never took anything. I was granted my own birthri-"

"Wait, Wait!" Daemon interrupted the mess, stepping in between his daughter and Jace. He did not want a fght breaking out between the both of them now.

"Go to your quarters" Rhaenyra sounded exhausted "All of you go, now"

Each one left in silence. Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena first followed by Aemond, Y/N and Aegon.

"I think its best if we return back to Dragonstone" Rhaenyra told Alicent.

"But you've only just arrived" the queen took her hand in her own. After so many years, they were only just starting to get along and she missed all of it so much that she didn’t wish for it to end.

"Perhaps you could visit us during the tourney held for Y/N" Rhaenyra offered a smile "even if Aemond doesn’t wish to compete. You could come with us and spectate, just like we used to"

Alicent smiled fondly at the memory and gave Rhaenyra's hand a gentle squeeze.

"I would like that very much"

In the days following up to the tourney, Y/N had grown apart from the boys. Baela and Rhaena were put in a difficult situation because of it; on one side stood their betrotheds and on the other was their dear sister who they were happy for upon the news of her being named as Rhaenyra's heir.

The atmosphere was tense and Y/N avoided conversation with them as much as possible to avoid any disruption at Dragonstone. She did not wish to repeat the same thing that happened at King's landing.

On the day of the tourney, Y/N wore a lovely gown- rusty pink in colour. Her hair was braided into an elegant half up-half down style, her silver locks of hair standing out amidst the brunette curls.

Queen Alicent was present, as promised but neither of her children accompanied her, including Aemond.

Y/N didn’t care for any of this, she seemed rather bored than interested when all of the contenders for her hand marched out onto the field.

"Aren’t you even the least bit excited to find someone you-"

"No" she interrupted Rhaenyra, politely "I feel like a piece of meat hoisted up for these men to fight over like hungry dogs"

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and Alicent laughed, reminded of how Rhaenyra too was like that once. Never keen on getting married.

Y/N fidgeted with the fabric of her dress, not bothering to so much as glance at the men who were announcing themselves.

"Lo kostā sepār dīnagon va iā urnēptre naejot sagon ezīmagon ziry" Daemon leaned in to whisper to his daughter "kesan sagon olvie kirimvogon lēda hen ao"

"If you can just pretend to be interested, I will be rather appreciative of you"

Y/N only rolled her eyes. She knew that her father would call off the entire thing if she asked for it, she was rather spoiled in that sense. But the only reason he went ahead with it was to simply spite Aemond, someone he did not seem to like as much.

"Kessa kepa"

"Yes father"

A loud rumbling sound startled the princess and when she turned, she saw that everyone else too were caught off guard. A few seconds passed when that sound thundered down again and the a shadow befell the ground.

Y/N, for the first time that entire day, smiled. By the looks of it, a rainstorm was about to commence and thus, put this absurd competition for her hand at a halt.

A loud thud sounded and she could swear she momentarily felt the ground shake beneath her feet.

Gasps arose from the crowd gathered at the stands and Daemon was the first one who stood up to peer over the balcony and immediately his face hardened. Curious as to what put her father in such a bad temperament, Y/N too followed after him and leaned over the barrister.

Her heart skipped a beat and she could physically feel a cool fluttering sensation in her chest when her eyes landed on the majestic winged beast, snarling at nothing.

The rider of the dragon swiftly unchained himself from the saddle and climbed down promptly before he walked toward the stands, taking confident strides.

It was not his silver hair, or his midnight-black armour but the striking blue of the sapphire that caught her attention. It was not cloaked or covered beneath a leather patch like how it normally was. No, it was on display for the world to see and admire or to be frightened of; the beholder did not care.

Y/N grinned as Aemond approached, ignoring the sneers Jace and Luke were throwing at him over her shoulder.

Quiet the entrance, she thought.

“Dārilaros” he looked up at her with the faintest smile “Lo kesā rual nyke, nyke kessa hae naejot urnēptre nyke mērī gūrogon hen aōha ondos”

“Princess, If you will allow me, I shall like to prove that I alone am worthy of your hand”

Y/N smiled as she leaned forward to speak to him. “nyke gaomagon naejot pendagon ao gōntan daor hae tourneys”

“I thought you did not like tourneys”

“Gaoman daor hae tourneys” Aemond tilted his head slightly “yn se dārilaros y/n? konir sagon tolmiot hen ziry”

“I do not like tourneys. But the princess Y/N? That is entirely different”

Aemond then took a step forward.

“Might I ask for your favour?”

Y/N couldn’t keep the smile off her face. She didn’t know why but she found this entire situation rather sweet. Him showing up despite not liking tourneys, travelling here all the way for her, it just felt sweet. The princess climbed down the stairs, reaching up to her hair and undoing one of the ribbons. Her hair came cascading down, some of the braids getting halfway undone.

“Your sword, my prince” she spoke tenderly, remembering to address him using her formalities since they were in the presence of other nobles. Aemond obliged and unsheathed his sword. Y/N then carefully wrapped the satin ribbon around the hilt, from the pommel all the way to the cross guard, tying a reef knot to secure it before making a little bow; just to add some playfulness to Aemond’s intimidating attire.

That was the first time she had seen him clad in armour and by the gods he looked dashing.

“These lords can try as hard as they want” Aemond lowered his voice until it was nothing more than a whisper “but I am the one who is going to win your hand”

“You seem rather certain” Y/N hummed even though she knew out of everyone here if she had to pick, she would choose her childhood friend,

Aemond grinned. Of course he was certain; no one else here was deserving of her like how he was. She was a dragon, the same as him. She was made by the gods just for him, the same way the gods had crafted him for her. Why else would they get along so well ever since they were babes? It was only fate that the both of them would become one with marriage.

“You and I, we were created for each other by the gods” he told her “and I will prove it to you today. I will prove to all present that you and I are destined to become one and add to the glory of our house”

#aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #tom bennett #world on fire #aemond #aemond smut #aemond x you #aemond headcanons #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x y/n #daemon targaryen #daemon smut #aegon targaryen #aegon smut

[shadowbriar]

could you do some writings for cedric please ;(

Series of Pleasant Firsts - Cedric Diggory

Pairing : (F/M) || Cedric Diggory x Reader Word Count : 3k Warning : None. Notes : When the walls between love and friendship starts to crumble, will any of them be brave enough to take the leap of faith and tear it to shambles? Idk how to describe this story. It’s just fluff. Thank you for requesting!

She watches as he tries to break his own record at stone skipping with a wide smile. He’s always been so gifted with outdoor activities. Both muggle and wizard sports, he seems to be a master of it. How his cheeks are always tinted with rose colour from the burn of the sun, his skin gleaming from the sheer layer of sweat. Cedric Diggory is a one beautiful boy, indeed.

She misses this. Spending quality time with him, just the two of them. Having separate houses in Hogwarts were starting to create distance between them. It didn’t help either that the friends they made with were not of the same circle. Him with his popular little Miss and Mister Perfect friends while she finds comfort with the more quiet and reserved flock.

“Come and take a dip with me.” Cedric says with a smile, panting as he takes his top off.

“No.” She says short, looking back to her book “I’d rather stay in the dry area, thank you very much.”

“Oh, come on! You’ve even got your swimsuit on, it’d be a shame to not test it in the water.”

She didn’t budge, glueing her eyes to the pages.

“I promise your book will still be here once we’re done.” Cedric says, taking her book away gently as he tosses it to the picnic basket “Besides, you kind of owe it to this lake. Remember how we would always go here every other weekend? It’s been ages since, so you have to take a dip.”

He didn’t let her have another minute of thoughts as he pulled her by the waist, practically dragging her to the body water. Her scream echoes as he throws her in, soaking her entire body with the cold water. She wanted to be angry at him for not giving her the chance to take her cardigan off but it’s hard to stay mad at him. Especially when his eyes glisten as he chortles like this.

Their smiles bloom even wider as she begins to splash water on him. They playfully drown each other until he admits defeat, evidently letting her win just to please her. Now they’re standing close in front of another with smiles still tucks on their lips, making the most of time to study each other’s features.

A lot has changed in him. Cedric was always a beautiful boy and yet somehow he’s grown even more beautiful as if it was ever possible. His jawline is more defined, cheeks more hollow as he lost his baby fat. It was as if his face was sculpted by a Greek God and Goddesses themselves.

“You’re staring.” He says, biting down a smile.

“So do you.”

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?”

She blushes.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

And there it is. Any guy. Not I would be lucky to have you.

It’s frustrating at times how gentle and tender Cedric’s gesture could lead her on. There are more than a handful occasions where she could have sworn that he sees her more than a best friend. The way he treats her has changed to how he did when they were still children. To admit embarrassedly, she feels like Cedric is treating her like a lady instead of a mere friend.

A lady he wishes to win their heart.

“Let’s not talk about boys, shall we. I have just enough girlfriends chirping in my ears about them at school.” She says with rolled eyes, walking to the edge of the lake “I’d have my head if you too decide to lecture me about them.”

Cedric smiles, amused as he swims further to the middle “Why, what do your friends talk to you about?”

“You know, how everyone is apparently dating everybody else. How they’ve got their first kisses already and how pleasant a date in Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop is. All those sappy things I’m sure your friends are also on about.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” He chuckles lightly “I’m sure they’re not half as bad as you moan them to be.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re always swarmed with beautiful perfect girls who are willing to drop their knickers down for you anytime around the clock. I, on the other hand, am not so lucky with a romantic life.”

“Come on, that’s hardly ever true. I’ve heard a lot of my guy friends talk about you.”

“Well the next time you hear any of them talk about me, do send them my way. I’m tired of waiting for some guy to finally ask me on a date.” She groans, feeling pathetic on herself “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.”

Cedric raises his brows, “You haven’t had your first kiss?”

“Nope.” She shakes her head, getting off of the lake “Pathetic am I not?”

She walks to their picnic spot, placing her wet cardigan on a tree close by so it could dry. She dries herself with a towel, brows slightly furrows at the sight of Cedric coming out of the lake too. He’s usually not out until the sun’s down.

“I have an idea.” He says, looking quite unsure of himself “But you have to promise me you wouldn’t kill me and throw my body to the lake.”

She raises an eyebrow, “How do you mean?”

“To tell you the truth, I haven’t had my first kiss yet either.” Cedric admits, cheeks looking rosy at the confession “I’ve only lied to my friends so they would get off of my back.”

“Who did you tell them you had your first kiss with?”

“You.”

She went mute. 

The flush on her cheeks are probably more crimson than his now. His eyes were still glued on her, intently examining her reaction. For the first time in her life, she’s seen Cedric being this flustered.

“So seeing that we have a common problem and how I had dragged your name into my lie, I was thinking.. Maybe we could just.. You know, have this over with?”

She blinks rapidly, trying to process his words. He’s still standing there, unnerved. His eyes were still anticipating an answer, fingers fidgeting as he waited patiently for a sign.

She asks hesitantly, “You want to.. Kiss me?”

“Only if you’re fine with it.”

She silently pinch herself, trying to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming. Cedric Diggory is really asking her for a kiss. Though his reasoning is plainly based as a friendly favour, she still finds it hard to accept the fact that he wanted to kiss her.

“Alright.”

He grins, sighing in relief, “Brilliant.”

“So how would we do this?”

“I- I don’t know.” He admits, sounding unsure himself “I mean, we’d just.. You know, kiss.”

“Okay. Of course. Right.” She nods timidly, trying to maintain her composure “Should I keep my eyes open? Or would you find it more comfortable if I close them?”

“Open them, please.” He says softly as he takes a step closer, placing her hand on her jawline “I’d like to see your eyes.”

She nods.

It’s getting harder for her to stay relaxed. With every inch he’s closing in, she finds her body to be more rigid, afraid that one wrong movement would make him pull away and change his mind. She wanted this, Godric knows how badly she’s prayed for this. She could only hope that he wouldn’t hear how loud her heart is thumping right now.

“I’m going in, okay?”

She could only reply with a nod.

She closes her eyes as his warm breathing meets her face. Within seconds she could feel Cedric’s soft lips touching hers, gently brushing over each other. She could feel the electricity jolting through her body with every peck. For a first kiss, he surely knows his way around.

“Wow.” He breathed as he pulled away, eyes still closed as if he tried to cling onto the feelings longer “We should’ve done that sooner.”

“Shut up.”

She shoves his shoulder playfully, trying to hide her tomato face.

The kiss would certainly haunt her mind for days, if not months from now.

“So, uh, we’re still friends, right?” Cedric asks, rubbing his nape “I mean, the kiss.. It didn’t change our friendship anyhow, right?”

She bites down the heartbreak, nodding and smiling instead, “Of course.”

“Brilliant.”

Again, she could have sworn she saw the disappointment reflecting on his eyes. As if he was feeling the very same bitterness she’s feeling right now. But as he said it himself, the kiss changes nothing. They’re still friends. Just like they’ve always been.

Just friends.

____

The Hufflepuff boy runs to her, a smile plastered on his face. It seems like he’s been searching for her around the castle with how many beads of sweat trailing his face. His face was slightly red, panting as he tried to control his breathing.

“Hello, there Champion.” She teases, fixing his shawl that was slightly misaligned from all the running “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I’ve been looking for you.” He says in between his pants “You would not believe what has just happened.”

Her brows furrow, intrigued at what he’s saying, “What, what happened?”

“I’ve asked Cho Chang to be my date for the Yule Ball and she said yes!”

The smile on her face starts to dissipate. Her eyes were starting to look blank as she let the words sink in. He’s asked another to be his date. How foolish of her to have expected him to ask her instead.

“That’s brilliant, Ced.” She says with fake excitement, smiling though it could not reach her eyes “I’m very happy for you.”

“Thanks.” He nods, looking proud of himself “I have to be honest with you, I was worried she would’ve said no because I heard Potter was planning to escort her too. Thank Merlin she chose me instead.”

She nods, still forcing a smile, “Good for you, Ced.”

The rest of his words went in and out of her ear with no remark. Only becoming a background noise she tries so hard to quiet down, feeling suffocated at its ringing. Though he’s always been surrounded with girls, there has never been one Cedric was evidently interested in. Everyone just comes and goes, becoming one of the many names mentioned in his stories. 

She’s always known that one day or another she would have to face the day when he would find a girl and have his world gravitate towards her. Leaving her alone as a lost satellite. No matter how much she wanted him to know that he is her sun, she knows that in his universe, she was just another passing star.

“So, uh, how about you? You’re going with McLaggen, so I’ve heard.” Cedric says, bursting her bubble back to reality “I didn’t know you two are close.”

“No, no we’re not.” She says flatly, not looking at him “He’d asked me but I haven’t said yes. I was waiting for someone else but I supposed I’ve hanged McLaggen for too long, I should give his answer now.”

“Wait, you were waiting for someone else?” Cedric asked, stopping their pace “Who?”

“It doesn’t matter, Ced.”

The sparkle on his eyes dulls down as the puzzle clicks, “You were waiting for me, weren’t you?”

“Just forget it. It’s not like we owe each other anything.” She says harshly, her tone coming out a little bit more rude than she intended “Besides, not everything has to be shared with a friend.”

Cedric’s eyebrows rose, looking offended, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying,” She turns to see him, hands balled into a fist as she tries to control her disappointment that is now transforming into anger “We should stop gatekeeping each other's feelings because it’s getting toxic.”

Cedric was appalled. He doesn’t understand where all her anger was coming from. If anything, he should be the one to be angry at her. She was the one who’s gotten a date first before him. He should be the one saying all these hurtful truths.

“Consider said feelings gone. From now on we don’t know each other.”

She nods, holding in the tears threatening from her eyes, “Done.”

____

Ever since their fallout about their Yule Ball date, neither of the two has exchanged a word to another. Still, that does not mean he doesn’t get her full support through his tasks. Her worry was growing deeper and deeper with each task passed. Though Cedric won first place on the second task, knowing how Harry barely got out of the water in time was enough of a nightmare for her to live with.

Screw their argument, she thought. She’d rather have him break her heart daily than to live with the thought of him away, not knowing if he was safe or not. If she has to live the rest of her life with him being oblivious of her feelings then so be it. Any of that would be better than not being able to comfort him when he’s in trouble.

And so she finds herself struggling to meet Cedric. She squeezed herself into the crowd of Champions and their supporters but the blond boy was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he’s gone elsewhere right after the second task score announcement was made. Helped Cho to get warm or something.

But just before her heart turns desperate, she hears her name being called.

She could recognise his voice anywhere, anytime. Before she could call him back, Cedric has already wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in a big wet hug as he pulls her close. Her body heat is his only source of warmth, gritting his teeth in coldness as he rests his head on the crook of her neck.

“I was so worried they’d taken you to the lake.” He says, frantically examining her face “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. It’s you I’m worried about!”

“Merlin.” Cedric sighs in relief, pulling her back close to his chest “They’re trying to get me killed, for real. If not from the tasks then from a heart attack, I swear it.”

“Don’t say things like that.” She protested, feeling scared of the thought “You know I hate it.”

Cedric couldn’t find a word to utter. Instead he just chuckles lightly, tightening his embrace on her. Helga knows how much he misses having her in his arms. He peppers her forehead with kisses, trying to ease both of their worries away.

She didn’t know what happened but the waves of emotions made her cry. The worry, the stress, and frustration of not being able to be there with him has driven her crazy. Now that he’s here, giving her the very embrace she’s longed for, she couldn’t help but to shed a tear or two.

“Hey, listen,” Cedric says, breaking the hug as cups her face, gazing on her eyes deeply “I know that things haven’t been pretty lately and I know I have the bigger part at fault in that, but I really can’t spend another day without you anymore. If you want to hate me, then hate me but hate me close so I can still see and touch you.”

“Ced-”

“No, I’m not done.” He cuts fast, still frantic from the jolt of adrenaline “I know we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember but I’m willing to burn that bridge and build another one with you. I don’t want us to be just friends anymore. I want you to continue being my first. My first friend, my first kiss, my first heartbreak, everything.”

She cries, nodding to his words.

“And if you’d have me, I’d try my best to be your very last. I know we’re still young but being there in the lake- Screw it.”

Spending no other second, he finally seals their lips. The very same feelings they felt years ago when they shared their first kiss by the lake washes over them. In fact, this time the feelings were magnified. Their despair and crave for one another has certainly enhanced their hunger.

She finds herself melting under his touch. Cedric’s kiss was more demanding than she last remembered them. This time he kisses her with greed, trying to make sure that she knows just how aching he is without her. He wanted her to know that she is the only remedy to his thirst.

“Wait,” She says as she breaks the kiss, earning a confused and disappointed look from him “What about Cho?”

“She understands.”

Cedric paid no mind to his words before continuing the kiss. He has certainly found something new he hates most in this entire universe- being interrupted as they kiss.

“Wait, Ced.”

Cedric lets out a huff of exasperation, “What? What is it this time?”

“Mr. Diggory.” An authoritarian voice calls from behind. Cedric has to bite the embarrassment down when he turns to see Professor McGonnagal eyeing them two with her strict eyes “You are expected at the Headmaster’s room along with the other Champions. I’m sure the two of you can continue your business later.”

Cedric nods, pursing his lips in embarrassment, “Yes, Professor.”

Professor McGonnagal gives one last nod before turning her heels to go into the castle.

She has to bite down her laughter as Cedric turns back to see her. Her cheeks were pink, embarrassed yet feeling blissful at the same time.

“I have to go now.” Cedric says softly, smiling yet looking like he wanted to stay “I’ll find you once I’m done.”

She nods, grinning, “Alright.”

“I’ll come back to that.” He says as he plants a chaste kiss to her lips “And that.”

“Just go.” She says with a giggle, smiling in between his kisses.

Cedric smiles, pulling her into another kiss before finally walking away.

She watches as his figure slowly drifts away. Her heart is still swelling from the new reality she’s trying so hard to comprehend. She bites her lower lip, trying to prevent herself from grinning like a lunatic. From then on, she knows that whatever first she has to do, she’s sure that they would only be a series of pleasant firsts with him.

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x oc #cedric diggory x y/n #cedric diggory fluff #cedric diggory oneshot #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory fanfic #cedric diggory fanfiction

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Howl - Florence and the machine

“The saints can’t help me now”

“Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers”

Tolya or Nikolai?

You chose xx

One In The Same - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warnings: Canon Complaint Threat And Violence. Not Proof/Beta Read, I Think My Dyslexic Ass Went A Little Much With This One.

Grisha Reader.

You feel like you're splitting in half, your brain is carving out new pathways for itself, trying to recentre on it's new axis, trying to make peace with the reality that you now face.

"You didn't know," Tolya says, his voice is incredibly soft, unnaturally so, like it was tailored to reach you and only you in this moment, this moment where you no longer know a thing about even yourself.

"There is nothing to know," you try, not so convincing in your attempt at lying, to him, to yourself. "There is... nothing to know."

"This is a lot," Tolya says, that softness not leaving his voice. Tolya isn't sure what he should say, what do you say when someone is discovering themselves all over after years of being sure of what they are. You are suddenly unsure of the ground you stand on, you don't know who you are as you have uncomfortably learned what you are. He wants to know the words to say to make it make sense for you. He wishes he had known somehow, that he could have prepared you, that he would've been able to sit you down and do this calmly, that you didn't have to find out with their lives on the line. With your hands shaking.

"I'm not, I'm not Grisha, I am not," you're choking on the words, and in panic you throw up your hands. Time stops, or at least that's how it feels.

You're playing it over and over, Tolya was in danger, you were in danger, but more importantly to the time, Tolya was in danger. You're not sure you've known fear like that before.

You just raised your hands, you didn't know what you were doing, not until it was done. Nature had opened up to you, all those tiny intricacies, all those things you'd unconsciously been trying not to see before, you were seeing them then, in bright florescent colours, all movements and pathways. Your reality tilted off it's balance as you found what you'd been ignoring at the ends of your fingertips.

You were Grisha.

You are Grisha.

Tolya hums your name as he places a hand on your shoulder. You relax under his touch, the weight of his hand a reminder that you're both here, both alive, and why that is shouldn't matter. What you are is irrelevant to what you saved yourself from losing.

"Why... how... how did I do that?" You ask, each word feeling like a hook caught in your throat, but you ask anyway.

"You were protecting us," Tolya says, and the softness is there, but you feel the pain also. He didn't want this for you, not the abilities, that is a blessing, but the weight of the actions that have passed. The guilt that is yet to settle in. "You were protecting me."

"I promised I would do anything to keep you safe," you whisper. You'd meant it. You did not regret the actions that you took to protect Tolya you would do them over again, even if it hurts and it leaves you heavy. You'd rather the remorse than risk the loss.

You let that settle, that knowledge, the knowing that there are lines you would not think to cross, and yet for Tolya you wouldn't think twice. You let yourself wonder in the idea that to love someone like this, at the extent where it is not a detriment to yourself but instead an extension of yourself. Protecting Tolya, is self preservation, protecting Tolya is protecting you, because you would be an entirely different person than the one you are without him. That's a person you do not wish to be, a person you hope to never know.

"Grisha," you say finally, staring at your hands, figures outstretched as if extending them to the reach of your muscles would make the Small Science visible somehow. As if it could make it make sense.

"You really didn't know," he says, not a matter of doubt but more a confession of amazement at the idea. How something so deep routed could be overlooked for so long.

"I was never tested," you are fumbling your words. "I... I never..." you think back and there have been times in your life where it would've made sense for you to figure it out. Times when your fight or flight should have gotten you here. Yet nothing had. Only this, this fear, this response, this deep need to protect what matters. “The saints can’t help me now.”

"I don't think the Saints could look on you with anything less than care," he reminds you. You smile at him, at Tolya, the man of endless faith. In both his Saints, and in you.

Tolya is a warrior, has been for as long as you've known him and longer, you know he would never look at you different for things that he himself has done to survive, and he knows your heart often better than you yourself know it. But his softness, and his smile and that hand that feels like it might be the only thing still holding you together, it means more here and now, when in another time for another reason you'd be finding being nearly killed, having to fatally retaliate or finding out you're Grisha, each maddeningly overwhelming. But he is here, and he does not have to do any more than simply be here, to make you feel better. You've not known a time when his presence was less calming than his Heartrending.

You know now what you've always known, all that you are and everything you will ever be is his as much as it is yours. The fire that is in your chest, that keeps the lights on and keeps you moving, it's the same flame that burns in him.

"I am not sorry," you say, "is that bad?"

"I have never regretted what I have done to protect those I love," he says, "I only regret that it is what is needed, but knowing it is needed leaves no room for regret. Remorse, but not regret."

"Is it... bad that I feel better?" You ask, like the final question could be the single thing that broke the balance.

"You're zowa," he reminds you, "your blessing feeds you when it is fed."

"How is it that you always know the right thing to say Tolya?" you ask.

"Because it is you, I will not be wrong when it comes to you, I simply won't allow myself to be."

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #tolya yul bataar #tolya #tolya x reader #tolya my darling i adore you

[mlm-writer]

Well, That’s Fruity (Peter Parker x M!Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spiderman (TH ver.) x Male Reader (trans-friendly) For the pride prompt: And they were two closeted roommates trying to figure out if the other is gay without exposing themselves Rating: Mature for one gay porn reference Words: 609 POV: Second Summary: Your floormate is cute and you want to knwo if he is gay or nah. Peter also has a cute floormate and also wants to confirm if he is gay or nah. Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. I know a lot of things are based on stereotypes, but listen- most of them are true Tags: gay stereotypes, one gay porn reference, fluff, college AU and could be read as platonic 

There were many things you were ashamed of; not being straight was not one of them, but that did not change the fact that being in the closet was just safer, especially when you just moved in with a bunch of strangers in a dorm. Faith would have it though that one of your floormates was this perfect twunk with a nice butt and a cute face. And you swore it was not like you had wishful thinking, but there was something fruity about Peter Parker. Your gaydar always tingled around him, but no full on alarms were raised just yet. 

You found him one late night in your shared living room. He was on the couch, slouched and folded in some position with a printed article in his hands. You could see some sentences highlighted in the same colour as the marker he was holding between those soft-looking lips. Sitting gay? Check. 

“Also burning the midnight fuel?” You inquired, before sitting down on the couch across from him with your laptop. He looked up from the paper in his hands and slowly pulled the marker from between his lips with an affirmative hum. Was he trying to make you think of those lips doing things elsewhere? He pulled out one of his earphones as well.

“I got an essay due at the end of the week and I am not even halfway,” Peter huffed as he put the marker on the table with his other stationary. “So what are you working on?” He nodded towards the laptop. You looked down at it, seeing that empty presentation staring back at you. 

“Something that I should have started a week ago,” you sighed. You both got comfortable on your respective couches. “What are you listening to? I could use some new jams to study to.” He plucked his phone out of his pocket, showing he was listening to a song of Ariana Grande, which you knew was not a title track. That was fruity, but straight men listened to her too. 

“You know the song?” He inquired. You nodded. He hummed in reply. A silence formed between you two as you got to work. After an hour, Peter stood up. “I’m gonna make some coffee, do you want some too?” You gave him a thumbs up, without looking up from your screen. “I’ll take mine iced. Do you also want it iced?” 

“Hell yeah,” you replied without thinking. It took a good few minutes before you realised what he had said and asked. Iced coffee? While it wasn't even that hot outside, nor an appropriate time for it? Well, that’s fruity. When Peter came back with a glass of iced coffee, you decided to throw caution to the wind. “Hey, I need a fake name for my presentation. John Doe is a little overused, so I was thinking of making up something.”

“You may use my name,” Peter offered as he sat back down and sipped his coffee. 

“No, it needs to be fake. What do you think of Sean Cody?” That made Peter spit his iced coffee all over his once white shirt. 

You gasped and pointed at him. “So you are gay!” 

Peter coughed and gasped for air. “So are you!” He wheezed out, pointing right back at ya. 

You started laughing. “Oh my god we are like that Spiderman meme,” you tried to say through your giggles, while Peter was still recovering from choking on iced coffee. 

“Wait, you know I’m Spiderman too?” He spoke, strained and red in the face. 

You stopped laughing, mouth hanging open as you turned your head towards him. “Excuse me, what?”

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[trashytoastboi]

Ima just place this here but; Hello! I thought of a scenario where the strawhats are getting chased by marines, and then one marine recognizes their crewmate and says "Hey arent you that person that masturbated in the backroom". And their crewmate is just embarrassed and wanting to crawl in a hole. I like to see their reactions. Anyways that's it from me.

Hiya!!🍞 This would be pretty funny I won't lie, mortifying for the person who got called out though. Also wishing you a happy new year and sorry for the long wait~ hope you enjoy🍀

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Headcanons: Marines chasing the Straw-Hat and recognized Reader as the person who masturbated in the back room.

Warning: NSFWish themes - nothing explicit.

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Peace and quiet were luxuries that pirates could not afford, the Straw-Hats in particular were often busy bodies getting caught in one situation or another. It was never a simple matter, constantly something crazy, full of conspiracy or other nonsensical things. And yet again, the crew found themselves in a situation being chased by the Marines... to make matters so much worse there was even an admiral on their tail. The crew had to run, speeding to try and get back to their ship, they weren't exactly sure as to how the Marines managed to surround them so stealthily. The only explanation would be that they had been under surveillance but surely the Marines weren't so capable to predict they would stay there?

The crew ran and suddenly are cut off by an advancing team heading towards them. A temporary standstill ensues. The Straw-Hats and the marines, neither seem to budge. One of the marines stared at {Name} intently before coming to a sudden realization. His fist lands on his hand, "Ah! That's where I remember you from!"

{Name} looked at him, tilting their head with obvious confusion. A strange man recognizing them? "You're the person that was masturbating in the backroom!" He said it with such conviction and certainty. Everything went quiet at such a statement and {Name} died- they wanted to crawl into the earth if they could. Nothing was so kind as to let them escape with their dignity intact.

Straw-Hat Crew

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Robin📚 Bless Robin, the most mature and understanding of the lot. It was a normal thing to relieve oneself and shameful for a marine to be spying on something like that. Robin twisted her lips into a smile while openly mocking the marine and even calling him a pervert; shifting the sense of shame to him instead of {Name} while they silently thanked Robin for her outstanding save.

Nami🍊 Honestly not surprised, the amount of times you walk in on someone doing it on the ship happens more often than Nami cared to admit. Nor was it anything to be ashamed about, of course in this case having your actions publicly revealed was mortifying and she would be sharing in the same sentiment if it was her who had got revealed. Nami tried her best to support {Name} by electrocuting a fair amount of the marines, hopefully to the point of amnesia.

Brook 🎻 Very, very serious when he asks about the colour of {Name's} underwear to the marine, if that wasn't disturbing enough then maybe the moment when the marine confidently answered with the colour of {Name's} underwear was the worst. Especially hearing Brooks heartfelt approval of their colour coordination. After the little banter, Brook sheathed his sword with the usual elegance and stating so calmly, "You've been cut."

Franky 🤖 No sense of shame. Confusion if anything as to why {Name} was so embarrassed, in consideration he shared pretty explicit details of his usual routine when trying to blow off some steam... well before he was mostly mechanical parts and now he divulged his current routine and the unspeakable things he did with motor oil and cola.

Usopp 🏹 He is trying to ignore it, a little bit embarrassed but trying to hide it. It's not his business who does what, where and that's how it should stay. Although his growing paranoia is evident now that he knows about the hidden tranonders that were watching the crew. It's an uncomfortable thought and hopes he wasn't caught doing anything too embarrassing... then he remembers he did pick his nose a few times. Cue his shame.

Luffy 🍖 No clue, no care. Only time he showed an interest was when he heard the term 'Beat your meat', genuinely thought it was meat being tenderized. Felt absolutely betrayed when he found what it actually meant. His thoughts drift very off course from whatever he heard and honestly isn't too phased about it.

Sanji 🍽 Nosebleeds. He's running while lecturing the marines about gentlemen creed to not be so vulgar and spy on someone while doing something like that, even though he is wishing he could have seen it. Might trip and fall due to blood loss and need someone to carry him because he's a bit too delusional at the moment.

Zoro ⚔ More concerned about being chased by marines than the offhand announcement about one of them watching a crewmate masturbate. Doesn't get the embarrassing responses. Maybe it's a topic that leaves him a bit flustered but overall it's a pretty normal thing.

Jinbei 🥋 King of tact. He tries to get the rest of the group to ignore it in order to spare {Name's} feelings while they perish from the embarrassment. Has his priorities straight, trying to get away from the marines and the incoming admiral.

Chopper 🍭 Innocent baby, please protect. Chopper had to study the textbooks of human function and anatomy to be a doctor. It's not as if he's utterly clueless but when it's outside of medicinal of studying purposes he's a bit airheaded towards the topic, his mind is filled with medicine and candy floss and it should stay that way.

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[thedragonbloody]

~ Fire & Love ~

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CHAPTER 4

Vhaelys had lain back down when she saw her sister slip out the window.

She woke up when she heard someone knock on the door, probably being Eileen, the maid.

- Princesses? - asked the girl's voice. - May I come in?

- You may come in Eileen - Vhaelys said.

Eileen entered and bowed in a reverence.

- Good morning, my princesses... - she raised her head and looked around. - Where is princess Rhaella? - she asked startled.

Vhaelys stood up and laughed.

- Probably on one of her adventures - she pulled herself out of bed. - When I woke up she was gone. Don't worry.

Eileen shivered.

- Again? - whined the maid. - Princess Rhaenyra will not be happy...

- I think Mama's expecting this- she reached over to the basin of water and washed her face. - What do I have for today?

Eileen prepared to get the princess ready for breakfast with her family.

The maid opened the curtains and let the air in through the windows, she walked towards the wardrobe and removed a few garments - spreading them across the bed.

- After breakfast the princess must prepare to join Princess Helaena for her embroidery class - Eileen said as they walked towards Vhaelys. - And I believe that in the afternoon you must meet with Queen Alicent for the tea....

Vhaelys rolled her eyes and sighed.

- All right... - she straightened her posture - I should get ready, then.

The maid smiled.

- Does the princess already know what she wants to wear today? - she asked. - We have the red with gold, black flowered and this beautiful silver blue. - She lifted the dresses so the princess could look at them.

Vhaelys frowned.

- Remind me to tell Mama that I would like different colours - the girl said. - But this silver blue one is indeed very beautiful, it is the chosen one.

Eileen swung the dress around and smiled gently before saying.

- Excellent choice, princess. Well, now let me get you dressed so we can do your hair, shall we?

Vhaelys agreed.

The castle was already bustling by this time, the royal family was awake and ready for breakfast. The servants moved quickly through the corridors for another day of work and exhaustion.

The guards were completing their rounds and changing their positions.

The Red Keep was full of life, and King Viserys loved it. The king had a generous and kind nature, even as his illness progressed further every day, Viserys I Targaryen never lost the smile on his face - especially when he saw his daughter Princess Rhaenyra and his grandchildren reunited. Nothing could give him more pleasure than to look beyond the steps of the Iron Throne and see the court enjoying themselves, dancing and drinking together. The king loved celebrations, everything was a reason to celebrate and keep his family and allies together.

Things were getting more hectic in those days as the name day of Daeron and Jacaerys, the youngest son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, and the eldest son of Princess Rhaenyra and Sir Laenor Velaryon, was approaching. Many nobles would be arriving in the next few days for the day of the celebration, so everything had to be perfect according to the queen's wishes.

Eileen had just finished tying the tie of the little princess' dress, when the door opened revealing none other than Princess Rhaenyra.

The young woman turned away from the child and gave a bowed greeting.

- Good morning, Princess Rhaenyra! - she straightened her posture when she heard the princess reply.

- Good morning, Eileen. Thank you for your services, but today I would like to do my daughter's hair - she approached the dark wooden combing table as she caressed the belly that was carrying her next child.

Vhaelys smiled broadly.

- Good morning, mama! - and turned to hug the woman.

Eileen bowed to them both and left the room.

Princess Rhaenyra crouched down as far as she could to hug her daughter, and deposited a gentle, tender kiss on the girl's forehead.

- Good morning, my darling - Rhaenyra looked around as if searching for something and sighed. - Should I ask where your sister is?

Vhaelys laughed.

- She ran away again, she should show up for breakfast - she informed. - You know how she is...

Rhaenyra held the tip of her nose as if something was giving her a headache.

- I know well how Rhaella can be, that's why I am worried...

Vhaelys held her mother's hand in her small hands and spoke again.

- Don't worry, mama. Rhae can take care of herself - she said calmly.

Princess Rhaenyra smiled fondly.

- You are right my girl, thank you. - She stroked her daughter's cheek. - Now shall we do your hair? Then we should see if your brothers are ready.

Vhaelys agreed and sat down in the chair facing the comb chair.

Rhaella climbed to the top of the cliffs and when she reached where she intended she took a deep breath and received the sea breeze on her face. She removed the bow from her back, took one of the arrows from her quiver and aimed at a point on the other side of the cliff. A wooden board with an engraved target was hanging by a rope from one of the branches that had grown solitary in that place.

The force of the wind moved the board from side to side, like a pendulum. The princess fitted the arrow between the string and the body of the bow, pulled the string along with the arrow and aimed at her target.

The arrow travelled through the air cutting through the wind ahead, yet it missed the target.

Frustration stamped on the young girl's face, the arrowhead hit the cliff and fell yards below.

She pulled another arrow and shot.

Missed again.

Another and another.

Arrows followed by others, and still missed.

Rhaella grunted in disgust.

"You need to relax when you're shooting an arrow, sweetheart. You can't be tense. Even in anger it won't do any good. Come on, try again."

She remembered her first archery lesson with her father. She loved practicing with him, but that came to an end, sooner than expected. Queen Alicent seemed not to approve of any of the activities Rhaella loved, so she suspended the practices she deemed inappropriate and useless.

The Queen increased the number of classes with the maesters and septas, Rhaella didn't mind the classes, she even enjoyed them, but missing this small moment with her father was painful.

The princess took a deep breath and grabbed another arrow from her small quiver. She put the arrow back in the bow and breathed deeply, so deeply that her chest inflated and then slowly let the air out. She listened to her heartbeat, and when she thought she was ready - she released the arrow.

The arrow cut through the air like the rapid crack of a whip, piercing the air with force and speed. The wood moved with the wind, but that didn't stop the arrowhead from striking the centre of the target.

- And how are the classes going? - asked Rhaenyra. - Princess Helaena is enjoying them?

- The classes are fine, but Septa Noelle is very strict - sighed Vhaelys. - Rhaella suffers a bit with her, but she always participates in class. Princess Helaena seems to like it now that we have embroidery and sewing class together.

  Princess Rheneyra smiled as she braided the girl's hair.

- My sister seems happier in your company, that's great. She's a sweet girl, you and Rhae should treat her right, okay?

Vhaelys nodded.     

The sun was already in all its splendour, small puffy clouds were forming in the sky. The castle was bustling, goods were arriving to replenish the pantry for future festivities. They gathered pumpkins, cabbages, beets, peas, turnips, beans and put everything into stock.

The next few hours were taken up with preparing breakfast and preparing food for the princes' name day, canning, salting and resting food. The kitchen always seemed like a battlefield, allowing no distractions.

- Okay, I think we're done - Rhaenyra said, looking at her daughter through the mirror on the dressing table. - What do you think?

Vhaelys turned her neck a little so she could get a better look at her mother's work, and clapped her hands together excitedly.

- It's beautiful, mama! - she smiled broadly. - Thank you!

Her hair was parted in half, separated by two braids that fell back and almost joined just below the nape of her neck. Vhaelys had hair similar to her mother's, silver and gold, but they were straight and thin like the threads they used for sewing.

Rhaenyra smiled.

- You look beautiful, darling. A fine choice of dress - she put her hands on her daughter's shoulders and stroked her. - Now we must see if your brothers are ready...

- It's okay. Jace is terrible at fixing that hair of his. - The girl laughed. - Are you going to help him?

Rhaenyra laughed as she took her daughter's little hand.

- Certainly, sweetie. Now we must go. - And they both headed for the castle halls.

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[inklessletter]

Babe. Bestie. Sister from another Mister. Honey. Twin of sin...? lol - it rhymed, okay? XD I'd love to copy you and ask for you to just go through them all but I KNOW you're getting other asks. :)

2, 7, and since you've already answered 15 let's go withhhhhh 13.

If you've answered these already, please feel free to pick anything else. :)

(like 6 - I love that one tooo......)

ily <3

Oh, my love. My platonic wife, my twin of sin (I loved it) <3

2. Favorite Steddie fanart artist?

God, there are so much talent out there, but there are two of them that I will never forgive myself if I don't let this out of my chest. @ahhrenata and @resande are INCREDIBLE in their own particular way.

@ahhrenata's works are, god, they're other worldly, every piece has me looking at them in tiny detail, there's something fast and easy, bright colours, fluff and love and care, and such a trained hand from drawing them so much that their features are so goddamn recognisable from one piece to another. It is so goddamn hard to do that, do you know how much talent and how many hours they have spent drawing them to make them look alike in every piece they do? That's passion and dedication, and it reaches people! I just can feel the love they pours into their pieces, it hits me, it makes me stop, it makes me smile. Their work makes me, simply and plainly, happy.

@resande is an absolute titan. Their works are, jesus, I don't know how to explain myself in these ones. Okay, whenever I see any of their steddie pieces there is something raw in them, almost animalistic, and please, don't get me wrong because I don't mean this in a bad way. It feels like remembering something so vividly, always through a filter of feeling. The emotions they express on their works are so color coded, so intense. Their illustrations are not scenes, are pure feelings, and that is breath taking, so hard to achieve and they leak the feelings in their works so easily, like a meal you've prepared a thousand times, like muscle memory.

Both of them are incredibly, incredibly outstanding. I want to say that they're talented (that they are, they SO are), but god, there's so much work behind that, and that work is tinted with passion. Every piece they make is a collection of minutes that led them there. I won't ever, not for a moment, not stopping dead in my tracks when anything they do pops in my dash.

7. Which one hogs the covers when they sleep?

Eddie. Absolutely Eddie. That gremlin won't stop moving even sleeping.

13. If they went on vacation or traveled somewhere, where would it be?

Uh, I think they would be such travel lovers. I think their first trip would be somewhere sunny, far away from Hawkins, I think they would be looking for something different, to be honest, somewhere far away enough for them to be actually comfortable to be themselves unapologetically. Maybe they would go to California, or Las Vegas (they would be so goddamn funny in Las Vegas). But I think that when their relationship grows stronger and they're more stable, they would love just to visit different places. They would go, I don't know, maybe somewhere in South America. Argentina, or Brazil, maybe. I don't think they would be afraid of the language barrier. I think Steve doesn't mind not going in expensive vacations, and I think he would actually love to organize everything himself. Eddie, though, I think he would trust Steve so goddamn much, and it would be the key for Steve to actually relax. He's chaotic enough to make him enjoy unexpected little things, but not too crazy that Steve's schedule goes to shit.

I honestly think that if there's a place that actually makes them consider not returning home, like seriously, is Scotland. They know that they could be happy there. They also consider that in Greece, and again in Italy. But they're always drawn to Scotland, and they joke about dropping everything and just go. And it starts as a joke, but then Eddie makes it an actual wish, that Steve ends up turning into an actual plan.

aaaand 6 I'm going to actually answer it in a following ask!

Thank you so much for sending this, babe, I love you sooo much I want to boop your nose when you least expect it for years asdfasdf

#inklessletter #steddie #steddie ask game #asks

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Drapetomania

Armitage Hux x F!Reader

A/N: It’s been a few weeks since I posted anything and I’m hoping I can get more content out over the summer before my degree picks up again. Thanks @acrossthesestars for reading this chapter through ages ago 😅

Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Warnings: feelings, but if a filler chapter, mention of alcohol. Fic is NSFW 18+

Word Count: 2160

Tagging: @lemongingerart @princessxkenobi @strangunddurm

The proximity warnings started as you dropped out of the rushing lights of hyperspace, your eyes taking in the sprawling web-like patterns of Coruscant. It was beautiful, the deep purples punctuated with fine lines of gold that covered the surface. It reminded you of the maze on the Hux estate, where you and Armitage had got lost plenty of times, where you had spent your time exploring each other’s bodies in secret, where you’d both hidden from Brendol and his rage.

Your memories were interrupted by the demand for your landing codes and you rattled off the number that was in the information of your booking. Following the instructions you were given, you guided the ship towards a landing beacon through the atmosphere of Coruscant.

You hadn’t ventured here before and just hearing the stories of the core worlds had set your imagination alight. Buildings rose up tall like daggers and a steady stream of speeder traffic rippled below you, bright lights creating a rainbow effect that blurred as you traveled by and you wished you had more time to explore. Bringing the craft in to land, you tried not to think about what you were about to do. How every step took you closer to that moment you’d dreamed of was a step away from everything you currently knew.

You were checked in by a bored looking twi’lek, her blue and white Republic uniform pressed and perfect as she attached the band to your wrist and made sure it scanned. You tried not to look at the colours too closely because it just reminded you of Poe and you didn’t need those feelings, not now.

“The Halcyon 2 will leave in a couple of days, you can either board now or sightsee in Coruscant. Miss?” You glanced at her, you had been searching the crowd for a shock of ginger hair, which was stupid really.

“Oh, er. I think I’ll just board now, thanks.” Maybe he was already on board? Maybe he was still travelling to you. Maybe this whole thing was a joke.

“Put your band on the scanner and it will grant you access to the docking terminal. A shuttle will take you up to the ship. Enjoy your journey amongst the stars,” she finished in a dry sing-song tone and you wondered how many times a day she had to say that as the gate slid open to admit you.

It was busier here, luggage was being taken by droids and you felt silly handing over a single bag for a whole month trip. The area was huge. A transparisteel dome covered the space, protecting it from the elements. White seats with plush cushions lined most of the floor space and you spied a family of Wookiees taking up one whole bench for themselves. Strange plants added to an attempted natural aesthetic and vents were placed in the ceiling to keep the air circulated and warm, but your gaze was drawn to the dark sky above. You now stood high over Coruscant and found yourself drifting to peer out of the huge plane of transparisteel.

This planet was always so busy, being a highly populated core planet and once the seat of the Jedi and Empire. People were drawn here for jobs, sightseeing, scandal and crime. It all happened on Coruscant.

Walking back over to the line, a droid scanned your band and assured you the single bag of luggage you had would be sent to the appropriate room. You kept a small satchel holding your datapad and a few protein pouches that you’d stolen from the x-wing with you. Following the line of people toward the docking shuttle, you tried not to look around for a shock of red. There was an eclectic collection of species here, their native speech patterns rolling over you. Some you recognised and could understand, others you didn’t. But it was the humans you were interested in, trying not to stare too hard at each new face.

The shuttle ride was quick, which was a relief as it was packed, bodies all pressed together in an effort to get as many people on board as possible. You had hoped getting here a few days early meant it wouldn’t be this busy and you could watch people boarding in the vain hope that you’d see him before he saw you. Because when you did see him you wanted a moment to decide what you were going to do. Or had you made that decision already?

The contents of your shuttle spilled out onto the flight deck and you waited as everyone had their bands scanned and sent in the appropriate directions. The droid scanned yours but a red light flashed instead of green prompting it to scan again.

“You have been upgraded,” it stated when the light turned green.

“Upgraded? Explain?”

“Your standard room has been upgraded to a suite. Please head in this direction.” The droid moved aside and you went to join the smaller crowd at the other end of the atrium, confused as to why your room had changed. Your group was led to a set of stairs that went to an upper level, where all the larger rooms for the higher paying guests were situated. Which apparently you were now. Your band opened the door and you stepped inside.

“Hello, I am Andan,” a voice started behind you. “I am your hospitality liaison. Please use the com should you wish for anything to be brought to your room. Feel free to explore the ship at your convenience. Can I get you anything?” You looked at the young man, his brown eyes watching you curiously as you tried to think of something to say. He was young, with a shock of dark hair, hands clasped politely behind his back and a slightly boyish face.

“No, but thank you.”

He offered you an easy smile before the door shut and he disappeared from view.

“What the fuck…” You placed your bag on the table. The suite was white with black accents. Glow panels lit up the room, but it was the viewport that took your breath away. Stars dotted the velvety dark of space and below you could see the sprawling lights of Coruscant.

The suite had a small eating area that merged with a comfy seating area. A large screen was set into the panels of the wall and you felt a thrill at being able to watch your favourite HoloNet channels without a dodgy signal that needed to be pinged all over the Galaxy to hide its destination.

You walked past the large curved white and black sofa to a door that opened to reveal more hidden cupboards and drawers set into the walls. Another screen next to the door faced a large bed, done up in black sheets. A small door led to a refresher that had you nearly groaning in joy.

You didn’t have to shower in a durasteel tub anymore with cold water and scratchy soap. In front of you was a state of the art bathtub with fancy soaps and scents lining the edge, a shower that was controlled by a touchscreen, and a heated floor that you could feel through your boots.

Instantly you stripped, programming the bath to fill with hot water and bubbles. Your skin protested at first, but you forced yourself to sink down in the hot water and immediately it felt like everything was washed away. You lost count of how long you were in there, washing your hair and body, popping bubbles and splashing in the soapy water. Looking around you frowned, wishing you’d got a towel first. Wringing your hair out, you stood and a panel opened, a rack with towels dropping down in front of you.

Reaching for two towels, you sighed at the warmth of the fluffy material wrapping your body and hair watching as the rack retreated back into the wall. Your toes curled at the sensation of heat from the floor and you couldn’t resist laying down for a moment. The tiles were white and smooth and your fingers traced the almost invisible lines as you let the heat seep into your skin.

Eventually you moved, picking up your dirty clothes and dumping them on the edge of the bed. You went round and opened the drawers only to find them filled with clothes. Slipping on some fresh underwear, you were surprised to see everything was your size. You opened what you thought was the wardrobe but it was in fact a dressing room. The walls were lined with clothes of every colour and fashion you could think of. One space was taken up by a tall rack of shoes and when you tugged on it, the shelves rotated so the shoes you couldn’t reach came down to your level.

“This is fucking insane,” you whispered.

Finding some black leggings and a comfy jumper, you went back out into the living area, noticing for the first time a datapad that you could control the whole suite from, as well as order food and drink and anything else you needed.

It wasn’t until you sat down that you remembered why you were really here. Was Armitage not coming and that’s why your room had been upgraded? As some sort of apology? You doubted it. But you were still waiting for someone to barge in and demand you leave as there had been a mix up. No matter how often you glanced at the door, no one was knocking.

You ordered some food and a bottle of Coruscanti gin, which arrived quickly via a droid who asked politely if you needed anything else before walking away. You glanced up and down the empty corridor, you could hear the noise from the atrium as people still gathered, but you had no desire to go down there just yet.

Sitting with your food and drink, you switched on the massive screen and settled down to watch your favourite programme in colour, with sound that didn’t make them seem like they were underwater. You were going to enjoy being alone for a bit before the nervousness of seeing Armitage really crept up on you.

You didn’t even feel the shudder of the 20 engines starting on the MPO-1600 Purrgil-class star cruiser. Only the announcement that came calmly through your screen told you the ship was finally embarking on its voyage. You had started up your datapad from the Resistance and messages had been steadily coming in from Poe. You weren’t interested in those. They hurt you to look at.

Chewing your lip, the nerves really settled in now. You watched Coruscant slowly grow smaller and you knew you should leave your room and search for the reason you were here. The idea that Hux was on this ship had your mind racing and your pulse throbbing with excitement.

You were dressed in leggings and a pair of mid calf black boots. A light green top made of silk was fitted to your upper body, the sleeves tapering to a point where they hooked over your middle finger. The lower part of the top split from your hips and flowed with each step as you slowly made your way down the steps to the atrium. Your eyes swept the floor space over most of the crowd, which were standing by the massive viewports watching the planet fall away. You headed to the bar, perching on a stool and letting the droid scan your band before asking what you wished to drink. You asked for a gin and droid asked if you wanted an infusion of Pyussh berries to which you agreed. It gave the clear liquid a deep purple look and a sweet aftertaste that you actually found appealing.

Leaning back on the bar, legs crossed and elbows resting easily, you found yourself zoning out to the creatures all around you. They all looked and sounded so excited, happy. Younglings raced around. Human children mixed with Twi’leks, Rodians, Duros, even the small Wookiee.

Is this what life was like outside of the Resistance? All joy and living?

Taking a sip of your drink, your gaze tracked over the crowd and you tried not to let your thoughts sink into the swirling pit that Armitage had never made it on board. If you didn’t see him this week, you contemplated disembarking at the first planet the ship docked at. Maybe you could make your own way back out in the Galaxy, away from the Resistance and away from your memories. Your foot jigged impatiently and you asked for another drink from the droid, watching it in the mirror as it expertly mixed and poured the purple liquid into a clean glass. You lifted the glass, glancing up to see yourself reflected back at you behind the bar, only to freeze mid motion as yours locked with a familiar gaze.

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