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milswrites · 1 month
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Hobbies Part 3.
~Azriel X Reader
Summary: In an attempt to keep Azriel away from Elain, Rhys sends him on a sabbatical to the Day Court. With a lot more free time on his hands Azriel needs to find something to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he meets Y/N who has the annoying habit of not staying away. Can she teach him that there’s more to life than he thought?
Grumpy!Azriel X Sunshine!Reader
Series masterlist
Warnings: Tiny bit of angst and sadness. Light injury (nothing too bad)
“Why is it whenever you come to my door you’re always dressed so strangely?”
Azriel has had four blissfully peaceful days since the training session with Y/N . He knew she would turn up again at some point, having promised she’d come back and make him try something new.
He would be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly looking forward to spending time with Y/N again, he just assumed it was due to the fact that life in the Day Court for him was awfully dull. At least he now knew where the training grounds were and found most of his time was now spent there. Still just himself for company, he had now adopted his regular pre-sabbatical training routine and he had even been on a few late night flights, the need to stretch his wings too much to deny.
Azriel would also be lying if he said he wasn’t waiting on Y/N’s arrival at his flat once more. A shadow constantly waiting by his front door, even when he was out of his flat, to ensure that he would always know when she was waiting outside to meet him.
That’s what lead him to where he was now.
He had been outside, busy at the training ground and focussed on practicing a very difficult drill with his daggers, when the small wisp of one of his shadows came flying into the arena causing him to immediately stop what he was doing.
‘She’s here’ it told him ‘she’s waiting for you’.
At once Azriel sheathed his daggers and took off flying. Speeding towards the direction of his flat. Not wanting Y/N to know he had left a shadow at the door, purely with the intention of alerting him of her presence, Azriel squeezed himself through his open window. A window which definitely had not been built with the intention of a large Illyrian male squeezing through it but Azriel would rather suffer through the embarrassment of having to contort his body and drag himself through, rather than be faced with Y/N’s teasing grin at the fact he had been expecting her and rushed back to greet her.
After managing to crawl through his window, landing on the floor with a bang he prayed she didn’t hear, Azriel rushed to the door hoping Y/N was still there and hadn’t left having waited too long for a response.
Taking in a deep breath to try and return his breathing to normal, Azriel opened the door. He was met yet again with Y/N standing there, grin on your face, in another totally ridiculous outfit.
“What do you mean strange?” Y/N whined dramatically, hand placed over her heart as if his words hurt. Of course this wasn’t the case as the smile on her face had transformed into a smirk, clearly she was expecting him to say that, “Clearly you’ve never seen Day Court riding attire before.”
“Riding?! Like horses?!”
“No Azriel, riding like dragons, yes of course we’re riding horses!”
Azriel was now sure Rhysand had sent Y/N to torture him as punishment for what he did. He had never been on a horse and had absolutely no no intention of ever being on one. The small trace of excitement he had at the prospect of Y/N returning to his flat with a new hobby for him to try had completely left his mind. Azriel now in a mood and frankly he was slightly scared by the prospect of him on a horse.
“What a shame, I actually have plans for today” he shrugged mock-sympathetic look on his face as he attempted to pull his door to before Y/N could convince him otherwise. Something he was certain she would be able to do with little more than a smile.
“Hold on batboy,” Y/N chuckled, hand reaching out to grab the door before he could close it, “I did something you like, you’re going to do something I like. Deals the deal.”
“We didn’t make a deal” Azriel tried to reason, eyes focussed down the hallway of the flat so to avoid looking into her wide, begging ones that were no doubt staring at him.
“Yes we did”
“No we didn’t”
“Yes we- oh for mother’s sake Azriel! I thought you Illyrians were meant to be honest males!”
At this Azriel couldn’t help but release a barking laugh, “Sweetheart I don’t know what you think you know about Illyrians but that is most definitely wrong.”
“Oh well just…please Azriel,” as she said this Y/N softly moved one of her hands to rest on Azriel’s arm that was holding onto the door, “it would mean a lot to me.”
Azriel’s gaze flickered to where her hand rested on him, jaw clenching as his felt his control slip.
“Isn’t there something else you want to do?”
There wasn’t. Azriel had given in and now he found himself face to face with an overly skittish horse, clearly not a fan of his large wings. Y/N was already up on her horse, beaming down at Azriel as she waited patiently for him to mount.
Tentatively, he took a step towards the horse Y/N had selected for him to ride, pulling his wings in hoping that it would be less intimidating, the animal immediately shuffled backwards nervously.
“Y/N I don’t think this is a good idea” Azriel said turning towards the woman who was clearly enjoying his discomfort.
Giggling, she hopped off of her horse before walking over to Azriel and grabbing his hand. Not expecting this, Azriel flinched and yanked his hand away from her grip turning his head away from her, not wanting to see her disgust as she took in the mangled state of his hands.
“What are you doing?” He tried to snap at her but the words came out more unsure and shaky.
“Azriel”, Y/N spoke, drawing his eyes back to her kind face, “it’s ok, look.” With that Y/N took his hand again, her hold light as if giving him the chance to pull away again if he wanted to. Trusting her, Azriel exhaled and watched as she brought his scarred hand to his horses side moving it up and down in a gentle stroke, action calming the anxious mare.
Y/N’s hand lingered over his for a while, caught in the moment before she pulled away. Slow enough that Azriel was reassured it was not because of the marred skin of his hands. The back of his hand still tingling from where she had touched him.
“See?” She spoke softly, eyes slightly glazed. Azriel could have sworn he saw her shake her head a little, bringing herself back from wherever her mind had wandered to, before she took a step back away from his body, creating distance between them.
“Do you need help getting on?”
Neglecting a verbal response, Azriel shook his head, hand still pressed to the side of the horse where she had placed it. He knew the logistics over getting on a horse he had just never tried to before. Awkwardly, he placed his foot in the stirrup before pushing himself up and bringing his other leg over so he was sat on the horse. He made sure to lift his wings and spread them out a little to avoid them touching the horses back in fear their unfamiliar presence may cause him to get bucked off.
Azriel was sure of two things. One, he looked like an absolute idiot on this horse and if Cassian could see him now he would never let Azriel live it down. And two, Y/N was enjoying his struggle and obvious distaste for animals a little too much.
As they plodded along a dirt path outside of the city, Azriel kept a miserable eye on Y/N who wasn’t afraid to let out a loud cackle every time he showed any sign of stiffness or discomfort.
“Hanging in all right bat boy?” She grinned as Azriel released a groan, no one ever told him how much riding a horse hurt your backside.
“Is this supposed to be enjoyable? This can’t actually be your hobby” he mumbled, shifting on the back of his horse to try and find some semblance of comfort for his rear.
“It’s not,” Y/N replied, “never actually been on a horse before either, I had to beg Helion to let me borrow these from his stable.”
Her comment made Azriel pull on the reins tightly until his horse came to a stop, Y/N still moving on ahead, “What do you mean you’ve never been on a horse? The whole reason I’m here is because you said we were going to do something you like!”
“Hm no I don’t recall saying that” Y/N turned her head over her shoulder, flashing Azriel a cheeky grin before facing forward once more. He huffed and did his best to get his horse moving again, this taking a few attempts, riding along until he was side by side with Y/N.
“So why are we doing this instead of dress shopping or gossiping over some tea?”
Y/N gasped playfully, “Dear me Azriel, you can’t truly believe my hobbies would be something as mundane as shopping or talking. I never took you for a gossip though, that’s good to know”
“Well you seem to do too much of that” Huffed Azriel under his breath.
“Besides, consider this payback”
“Payback?”
“For training the other day, can’t think I’m going to let you flip me onto the floor and get away with it”
And with that Y/N pulled off into a gallop down the dirt track, flying away from Azriel, her laugh hanging in the air, his heart fluttering at the sound. Competitive spirit stirring, and a weird need to impress Y/N, Azriel urged his horse to move faster in an attempt to outrace Y/N who already had a very large head start.
This wasn’t Azriel’s smartest idea as it wasn’t long before he felt the reins slip from his grasp and the next thing he knew he was falling off the back of his horse with a startled yelp. His body and wings scraping against the ground as he made contact, rolling to a stop, horse running off into the distance.
Groaning, Azriel just laid there, hands on his face in exasperation. The sound of hooves coming closer forced him to sit up, watching a panicked Y/N canter towards him, his horse in tow. She hopped off her own, worry evident in her face, and ran to Azriel.
“Cauldron are you ok?!!” She dropped to her knees, grabbing his face in the palm of her hands and scanning him over for injuries. Azriel brushed her off of him, embarrassed at the events that had transpired.
“If this is your idea of payback it definitely worked, think I ended up a lot worse off than you did though”
Y/N broke out into laughter, a sound so sweet and inviting that Azriel couldn’t help but join along. The two of them sat on the ground, dirt on their clothes, laughing hysterically until tears filled their eyes and they couldn’t breathe anymore.
“Let’s do something a little less high risk next time yeah?” Azriel says when his breath returns to normal, his smile had gone, it left with the last laugh that had escaped his mouth, but his cheeks still sweetly stung from the memory of it all the same.
“You mean you still want to keep hanging out with me?” Y/N was joking, but Azriel could still see the trace of insecurity in her eyes that she had blown her shot, that Azriel wouldn’t want to see her anymore after forcing him along on this disastrous trip. He wanted to comfort her, take her hand and tell her that he wasn’t going anywhere. But it was Azriel’s rogue emotions that brought him to this court in the first place and he wasn’t going to allow them to mess anything else up. Azriel called back his shadows that were swirling around them both playfully, thriving off of the joy they were previously emitting.
Clearing his throat and moving to his feet he answered, “I haven’t completely dismissed that as an option, can’t say I’ve particularly enjoyed anything we’ve done.”
His words had hurt Y/N, Azriel could tell that much, he noticed how her smile had wavered, how her eyebrows knitted together and the spark he so admired in Y/N’s eyes had dimmed. Guilt crawled into Azriel’s chest but he knew it was probably for the best, he’d entertain her visits and activities but he couldn’t allow himself to grow any closer. He knew he wouldn’t be here forever, sure that any week now Rhysand would return calling him back to his duties at the night court and he would go, leaving Y/N behind.
So Azriel looked down at Y/N who was still sat on the floor before, hurt on her face and he turned back to his horse, grabbing the reins and climbing on, “come on, let’s head back.” Y/N nodded, wordlessly picking herself up from the floor, she brushed the dirt from her clothes and hopped onto her horse.
They rode in silence, Azriel wanting nothing more in this moment than for her to start one of her conversations that he once found so unbearably annoying. Even praying that she would start her melodic humming, a sign that he hadn’t hurt her feelings too much. But Y/N didn’t make a sound.
Sighing to himself over the fact that he had found himself caring so much about this woman he barely knew in the space of such a small time, Azriel broke the silence, wanting to reduce the rift he had so suddenly opened between them. “So what do you actually enjoy doing. If not torturing the male species”He lamely attempted a pathetic excuse for a joke, recalling when the atmosphere around them both was lighter and more playful, wishing for it to return.
Without looking at him, Y/N replied quietly, “I don’t get much free time. But when I do I like to bake or sow, I enjoy making dresses.”
In an attempt to make her smile Azriel spoke, “someone who meant a lot to me used to sow, she must have made hundreds of the most beautiful dresses I’ve ever seen. She made one our high lady wore once, it looked like she had sown together pure starlight.” He glanced to his side where Y/N was riding, a wistful smile creeping onto her lips as if she wished she could create something just as magical.
“I don’t think I’ve ever made anything quite like that”
“I’m sure you’re great. Maybe one day you’ll even make something for me?” It may have been a bit presumptuous of Azriel to say, but at the sight of her usual smile finally on her face he was glad he said it. And Azriel quite liked it, the idea of wearing something made by her.
“A dress?” She teased, the stiff atmosphere around them had blown away with the gentle breeze, a comfortable warmth taking its place.
“I would make a dress work if that’s what you made me. You’ve already put me through enough torture I’m sure I could endure a little bit more.”
Y/N snorted, hand flying to her mouth in an attempt to cover the sound but Azriel caught it and swore to himself he would do everything in his power to make sure he was never the reason for Y/N losing her smile again. As they continued along the path that led back to the city, dirt on their clothes and contentment on their faces. Azriel couldn’t wait for what she had planned next… as long as it didn’t actually involve him having to wear a dress.
Part 4
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Notes: I don’t know much about horses so please don’t come for me if I’ve said something wrong <3
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valeskafics · 1 year
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"A Bit of Fun" - Aemond Targaryen x Reader
a/n: from an anon request, enjoy sluts!
Summary: Aemond doesn't want you to join Helaena's sewing circle. Not one bit.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex f receiving, assplay, breeding kink, creampie, i think i hit everything?
Word Count: 2,787 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Aemond never thought he’d grow as attached to you as he is now. You, the daughter of his mother’s best friend, promised to him on the day you were born. You were sent to King’s Landing to be fostered alongside your husband to be at a young age. Growing up alongside Aemond, you quickly found him to be a quiet, sensitive, and in truth, very sweet boy. Always picking you flowers, finding books for you to read together, sneaking you lemon cakes from the kitchens.
You were in love with each other before you even knew what love was. Aemond Targaryen soon became the very center of your universe, and you the center of his. Every spare minute, you manage to find him, whether it’s to go for a walk in the gardens or sneak out to the dragon pit to view the glorious creatures.
“One day,” he would often tell you, “When we’re married, I’ll have a dragon of my own, and I’ll take you riding all the time. We’ll see the whole world together. Just you and me, sweet flower.”
He’d always loved calling you that. Sweet flower. My flower. Ever since your childhood.
And as much as you adore Aemond, your beloved dragon, your best friend and the man you are to spend the rest of your life with, he has a few… Faults. One being? His overprotective nature over you, which borders on possessiveness. Whenever he’s training, he expects you, his best friend and future lady wife, to be standing on the sidelines cheering him on. He makes sure that your lessons are with him rather than with Helaena. He just always wishes to be around you. It’s quite adorable, if not slightly annoying.
Things get even worse after he loses his eye. He withdraws into himself, secluding himself from everyone, that is, except for you. You are his only comfort and solace in all that he’s been through. You change his bandages and go out to have his eyepatch made just to his specifications. Your bond grows even stronger still after one day at court, when the ladies whisper and glance at him, in what he assumes to be repulsion. He doesn’t know what to do. He wears his eyepatch to hide his scar and the gem that he’s used to replace his eye. And yet they still talk.
That day, you kiss the raised skin of his scar, surprising him, telling him how beautiful you believe him to be. How you cannot wait to marry him, how he is the most handsome man in the Realm, not in spite of his scar, but because of it. Your lips meet his in a chaste but beautiful first kiss, one that neither of you will soon forget.
Aemond knows that day that he has fallen hopelessly in love with you.
While he is cold with almost everyone, even more now after losing his eye, he still dotes on you. Your silent and adoring protector, constantly by your side at meals, at court, all the time.
You watch with envy as Helaena stands at court along with some of the other noble girls. While Helaena is quite shy, she seems to be having fun talking to the ladies who are a part of her sewing group, chatting and giggling. You stare after them longingly as they whisper to each other about something or the other, stationed right beside Aemond, his dutiful betrothed. You let out a quiet sigh, which Helaena seems to take notice of. She walks over to you and smiles at you kindly.
“Would you like to join the other ladies and myself in our sewing group this afternoon? We do needlework together and have tea, just a fun time for the girls.”
You look at Aemond for a moment, who seems entirely bewildered at the idea of you spending time with anyone that isn’t him and quickly speak, “I would love to, Helaena, thank you so much!”
You can feel Aemond’s cold glare on you and reluctantly turn around to face him. His eye is on you, his jaw set, lips downturned in a slight frown.
“You wish to go sew with Helaena and the insipid girls at court who we’ve mocked all our lives?” Aemond questions archly.
You look at him, nodding slowly, “I just want to spend some time with the other girls, you know… Just talking. It doesn’t mean they mean more to me than you or anything, Aemy!”
He scoffs, turning away from you, “Oh, you would rather gossip like an old maid with the ladies of the court than spend time with your prince?” You have to refrain from rolling your eyes in annoyance, “Aemond, you don’t enjoy things like gossip. I just want to have a bit of fun-”
“Fun?” Aemond sneers, leaning in impossibly close to you, far closer than what can be deemed appropriate by the nobility at court, “Oh, my flower, I’ll show you fun,” he hisses, dragging you by the hand out of the throne room, all the way down the corridor leading to his chambers.
You struggle to keep pace with him, wondering what in the world is going on as he pulls you into his chambers, slamming the door shut behind the two of you. His face is flushed with what you can only assume to be anger and his breathing is heavy as he stalks toward you.
“Aemond, I didn’t mean to upset you-”
He presses a finger to your lips, tracing their outline, his eye focused on you intently.
“Take your dress off.”
Your eyes go wide in surprise, “Aemond! Are you crazy? We’re not even married yet-”
“Did I stutter, little flower?” Aemond leans in, gripping your chin in his hands, “Dress off. Now.”
You stare at him for a moment before ultimately undoing the bodice of your dress, letting it fall to the ground, leaving you in only your thin shift and corset, more bare to him than you’ve ever been before. His eye drinks in every bit of your exposed skin greedily.
Then, Aemond grips your jaw, bringing you closer to him, murmuring, “Open your mouth, sweet girl.”
You again do as he says, albeit feeling a bit confused, and part your lips, opening your mouth. And yet again you are surprised when Aemond spits into your mouth.
“Swallow it.”
You hesitate for a moment, unsure if he really means what he’s asking you. Then he repeats himself, more firmly this time.
“I said swallow it.”
You quickly acquiesce, despite how strange his demand seems, strangely fascinated by the dark look in his eye as he watches you.
“What a good girl you are,” he coos, walking closer to you, his form dwarfing yours.
Aemond is a tall man, taller than either of his brothers and certainly taller than you. And for the most part, having him around makes you feel safe and protected. But the way he’s staring down at you as he pulls you into him, his hand tangling in your hair…
You still feel safe with him, certainly, but this feeling, it’s something new entirely. This desire pooling in your stomach is like nothing you’ve ever known. Aemond is all you can think about, all you ever wanted, and he’s standing there in front of you, gazing down at you.
“Take the rest of your clothes off, darling,” he demands, running the back of his hand along the bare skin of your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, “I want you bare and on the bed by the time I’ve disrobed. Do you understand?”
You nod, removing your shift and corset as quickly as you can, completely baring yourself to your betrothed. You sit on the bed, bringing your knees to your chest, attempting to cover your breasts as Aemond removes his doublet and trousers. You watch as more and more of his pale skin is revealed to you as he strips away his clothes.
You’ve never seen a man bare, and you’re quite sure that now that you’ve seen Aemond, any other man would be an utter disappointment. Soon, he’s completely naked before you, your eyes drawn to his long, thick cock, already weeping pre cum at the tip as he gives it one quick stroke.
“You’re beautiful,” Aemond murmurs, leaning in and kissing you, moving you to lay back on the bed, “And you’re mine. As I am yours.”
You gently remove his eyepatch, revealing the beautiful sapphire to you. You smile up at him and he returns it, though his smile has something hidden behind it. And as he kisses you and moans into your mouth, you realize that the hidden thing… Is hunger.
“We can’t, Aemond,” you whimper as his hands move to squeeze your breasts as he kisses your neck, biting down on your skin and leaving his mark for all to see, “The bedding ceremony, they-”
“I’m a prince, if I demand that there not be a bedding ceremony, what can they say?” Aemond smirks against your skin, his hand traveling to snake between your legs, stroking at your cunt, “You are already so wet for me and I’ve hardly even touched you. I wonder how many times I can make you peak tonight, my love. I think,” he pulls back and grins wickedly at you, “At least four.”
“I… Aemond,” you let out a whine as he pushes you back on the bed, pushing two fingers inside your core, “Oh gods…”
Aemond’s mouth finds your chest as he moves his tongue over one of your pebbled nipples before taking it into his mouth, sucking at the tender skin. His teeth graze over you as he bites down slightly, making you arch your back against him. Aemond continues his assault on your breasts as his fingers work your wet cunt mercilessly, pumping in and out of you. You moan against his touch, begging him for more and begging him to stop all at once, unsure of what it is you need.
“You’re so desperate for my fingers, love, I wonder how desperate you’ll be for my cock, hm?”
You shake your head, “Aemond, it feels so good, more, please!”
“I’ll always give you exactly what you need, love,” he says, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as you feel yourself nearing your peak, “Your cunt is so tight around my fingers, can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock. I’ve been dreaming of it for so long now.”
His thumb rubs against your pearl, sending you over the edge as your climax overwhelms you with a tidal wave of pleasure. You panic when you see that your arousal has drenched Aemond’s fingers. You look at him as he licks them clean, groaning at finally being able to taste you. His eyes meet yours for a moment before he moves down to bury his face between your legs. You haven’t yet recovered from your last peak when his tongue begins swirling inside you, making you throw your head back, attempting to squirm away from him.
Aemond lets out a low growl, grabbing your thighs and spreading them, gripping them so you’re unable to move away, “Don’t. Fucking. Pull. Away.”
The low commanding tone of his voice, paired with the way he stares up at you freezes you in place as his mouth latches to your cunt again, his nose rubbing against your pearl in the most delicious of ways. He moans against your skin, keeping your thighs spread, obscene slurping noises coming from his mouth as he continues.
He continues, his tongue moving in and out of you, driving you absolutely mad with pleasure, until he focuses his attention solely on your pearl, sucking at it. The pleasure is almost too intense, making you feel as though you’re going to faint. You plead with Aemond to slow down, though not entirely sure if you want him too, considering your hand tangles in his hair, pulling him ever closer to you.
With one pinch at your swollen nub, you reach your peak for the second time, Aemond chuckling as your arousal coats his lips and he speaks, “You taste divine, my love.”
You can hardly breathe as you lay back, staring at the ceiling, overwhelmed by how much pleasure Aemond has already given you. He moves to hover over you, running his cock along your cunt, smearing his pre cum along it. You shy away, oversensitized from your last two climaxes, but Aemond pays no mind, slowly pushing into you. You let out a whine as he sheathes himself inside of you. He slides in with relative ease, considering how wet you are. The sting is slightly painful at first, but Aemond’s lips meet yours, distracting you from that entirely.
As he begins thrusting in and out of you, you let out a mewl at the feeling of his cock filling you up, hitting the spot deep inside of you that makes you see stars with every movement. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close to you as his hips snap against yours over and over, the only sound in the room being that of his low moans and your whines against him.
“I’m close again,” you moan out as he bites down on your shoulder, marking you as his, “Oh, Aemond, please…”
“Come for me again, sweet girl,” he smirks against you, “Come for your dragon.”
His hand moves down to rub at your pearl again and, before you can even wrap your mind around the climax he’s just given you, he turns the two of you so that you’re on top of him, bouncing on his cock. You’re nearly incoherent at this point, an overstimulated mess, your hair and his matted to your foreheads as he fucks you through your orgasm. His grip on your hips is strong as he sets the pace, bucking into you from below as you ride him.
“Aemond, not again,” you sob, tears spilling from your eyes at how overwhelmed you are.
Aemond snickers to himself, “Oh, so eager to go to your little sewing group and have fun with the ladies, are we? Shall I stop then?”
He stops moving, making you let out a loud cry of protest.
“Beg,” he smirks up at you, the sapphire of his eye shining in the afternoon light, “Come on now, love. Beg for your prince. Beg for my cock.”
“Please, I need you, I need your cock,” you babble out as he begins moving again, “Aemond, my love, I’m begging you-”
He grunts, increasing his speed, “So close, going to fill you with my seed even before the wedding. Going to fuck my heir into you right now. You’re never going to want to be anywhere but near me, by my side, in my bed.”
Aemond seems to just be saying whatever thought comes to his mind as he nears his own peak, moving his hand closer to your ass, finger grazing over your puckered hole. You gasp at the sensation, making your walls flutter around him.
“Aemond, not there,” your eyes widen.
He taunts you, running his finger along the sensitive opening, “You sure, love?”
You let out a whine, increasing your speed as he pushes a finger inside you, “Oh gods, oh, my… Aemond…”
And as your fourth peak washes over you, the sensation of your tight cunt squeezing Aemond, milking him dry, makes him reach his own.
You fall over onto his chest, both of you entirely exhausted.
He turns and looks at you, brushing your hair off your face, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his, the two of you smiling at each other softly.
“Still interested in sewing circle?”
The next day at court, you stand beside Aemond, his arm wrapped around your waist, much to everyone’s surprise. While he’s always been very much so protective of you, this level of affection is a new sight.
“I hear,” Aemond’s lips brush against the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “Lady Cressida has been carrying on with one of the dragon keepers.”
You let out a quiet gasp and cover your mouth before turning to him, “Surely you jest!”
Aemond gives you a sly grin, “I do not, sweet flower. In fact-“
You burst into laughter at the downright scandalous information Aemond provides you with, too low for anyone to hear. Everyone’s eyes are on you as you rest your hand on his chest, the two of you giggling in your own world, Aemond smiling brightly down at you.
Yes, you don’t think you have any need of attending Helaena’s sewing circle.
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overthinkinglotr · 6 months
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People always say “Thorin could never retire in the Shire because he has to be King” — and I think the funniest way to handle that plotline would be for Bilbo to convince Thorin to eliminate the monarchy.
Bilbo has lived all his life in the Shire, where they elect their main leaders in a democratic system. Thorin is the first king he ever meets. Bilbo would initially think monarchy was very storybook-like and fantastical, like the things he’s read about in tales from distant lands…..but he would quickly find the reality of monarchy underwhelming, baffling, and annoying. Thorin/ Thranduil/Bard would make Bilbo decide that all monarchies are terrible. Being a king makes you self-important, haughty, greedy, and warlike. Kings are too powerful and use that power to fight over utter nonsense. They’ve got no one to keep their stubbornness in check. He would come to decide that the Shire really did have it right by holding elections.
I’m imagining a scene where Thorin dramatically confesses “I suffer under the burden of my duties; heavy is the head that bears a crown” and Bilbo flatly responds “don’t be king, then. >:/Elect someone else. If your people don’t want you then they won’t choose you! Im very tired of this whole affair and I wish I were back in the Shire, where folk are more reasonable >:(“
Thorin is enchanted by the strange foreign Hobbit custom of “elected leaders.” He has never considered this as a possibility. Overwhelmed by the Hobbit’s wisdom after the Battle of the Five Armies, Thorin converts his kingdom into a democratic republic and retires from public life.
This causes a domino effect. Other kingdoms across Middle Earth are inspired by Erebor’s example, and band together to reject their monarchical systems. Revolutions ensue.
Thorin’s consort “Bilbo Baggins,” known only as “the dwarf-king’s advisor who first set off this wave of revolutions,” becomes one of the most controversial and reviled people in all of Middle Earth. Bilbo becomes a figure of mythic proportions, loved by the democratic republicans and despised by the royalists, each of which invents their own wild legends.
To the democratic republicans “The Great Baggins” is glorified as a great warrior sent from Valinor to restore the long-forgotten wisdom borne out of The West— he snaps his fingers and with a poof of smoke he washes away all the old corrupt systems of the world, just as the Valar washed away Numenor.
But to the royalists, “The Mad Baggins” is a scheming shadowy monster who crawled up from the deep places of the world to burn the very foundations of Middle Earth to the ground; he’s a monster more powerful and terrible than a dragon or a balrog, who threatened Thorin into submission and brought the world into chaos. he snaps his fingers and monarchies collapse in a puff of smoke.
Meanwhile elderly Bilbo grumpily putters around the Shire with Thorin, mostly oblivious to all of this.
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irisintheafterglow · 4 months
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OKAY A FELLOW SWIFTY I SEE
Okay here me out I need to express this with another SWIFTY
ALL THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE IS SO GOJO X READER CODED!!
Gege confirmed gojo was canon a player right??
He’s all about fuckboy life but THEN then he meets you and is so inlove he becomes so domestic and just <333
I NEEDED TO SHARE THIS WITH ANOTHER SWOFTY FOR YEARS OKAY THANKS BYE
every dead end street led you straight to me
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cw/tags: established relationship, first meeting, creepy guy at a club but he doesn't get very far because of unofficial bodyguard™ satoru, mostly just fluff and taylor references, little fun surprise at the very end in case it wasn't tooth-rotting enough
note: hi anon!!! first off, i'm so sorry this took so long to complete; i literally love aotgylb and so i was a little stumped for how to write this because it's just,,,,so him. i love him. i love taylor. i hope you love this lol. enjoy!!!
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“I really wish I found you sooner.”
“How so?”
“I wouldn’t have needed all that dumb shit with other girls if I knew you were waiting for me. All the lame fights, feeling alone even when I wake up next to someone. That dumb shit.”
“Who said I wasn’t doing dumb shit too?” You look at him with a sleepy smile, warm despite the biting chill of the early morning air. "You couldn't fathom how many boys I was crying in the bathroom about."
"Do you remember their names?"
"Of course not." While you press against the personal heater that is your boyfriend, the long-awaited sunlight starts to touch the very tips of the mountains before you. “You remember my first boyfriend, don’t you?”
“Mmm, yeah. The one from Kyoto that dropped out ‘cause he couldn’t stand being weaker than his partner,” he recalls. “He’s also the ugliest of your exes; it’s hard to forget him when I almost exorcized him before I met you.” You burst out laughing at the memory and a puff of your breath appears in front of your face. Satoru follows suit, exhaling a long breath and making boyish dragon noises. “See, aren’t I so much better?”
“Yes love, no one can compete with your dragon impressions,” you tease. With a shiver, you wrap your coat tighter around your body. “I won’t lie, though. My ass is freezing.”
“I was just about to say that,” he agrees, shifting uncomfortably on the stone bench. Even with the several layers of thermal long sleeves, jackets, and gloves, the winter weather seemed adamant on giving you frostbite. “Remind me to never suggest a sunrise hike ever again.” 
“But isn’t it romantic? Freezing our asses off and shit-talking our exes?” 
“I would not enjoy this if I was with anyone else,” he concludes. “That’s all I’ll say about that.”
“Fine, then go back to that other thing, the one about finding me sooner.” 
“Oh, that?” He pauses for a moment, jutting his lips to the side in deep thought. Spots of gold start to catch on his bright white hair, strikingly similar to the snow crunching under your boots. “I was just thinking how much time I wouldn’t have wasted if I simply found you sooner.”
“What do you mean, ‘found me?’” 
“I was searching for someone, you know, and I didn’t know what I wanted until I met you.” The corner of his mouth quirks as a memory pops into his mind. “Even though you hated me.”
“I did not hate you,” you argue in vain since you did, in fact, hate him when you first met him. In need of a new partner after your boyfriend (the ugly one, Satoru notes) fell ill the night before a mission, you considered feigning sickness yourself when you saw who the higher ups assigned. It was easier, logistically, to slap on the most powerful asset they had on a mission where a sorcerer dropped out, but it didn’t make him any less annoying when he picked you up at the airport. It was before the days of his current blindfold, when he wrapped strips of white linen over his eyes during the times he opted for no sunglasses. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t unnerve you, the way he navigated through the airport crowds as if his vision wasn’t impeded in the slightest. The aura that he emanated was intimidating and one of sheer power, but the goofy smile and melodic voice contradicted any assumptions you made about the strongest being alive. 
“Gojo Satoru?”
“That’s me. I like it when you say my name,” he drawls and you make a quiet gagging noise in your throat. 
“Please don’t ever say that again,” you say, walking in a random direction where you hope the driver is parked. To your embarrassment, you turn around to see him standing in the same spot, a smug grin on his face and a thumb pointing in the opposite direction. “I thought I read the lot was this way,” you mutter in irritation while he falls into step next to you. 
“Oh, it was,” he affirms and you stop mid-stride. The shit-eating expression on his face only grows wider when he senses your increasing annoyance. “But there’s a dango stand over here and you look like you could use a snack.” He was right, of course, but you didn’t admit it until much later in your relationship. The first twelve hours with him were painfully awkward, to say the least. You shoved dango in your mouth to avoid answering any questions about yourself and stared out the dark window of the car while he snuck glances at you in the backseat. After dropping your stuff at the hotel and slipping into nicer clothes, you walk out onto the crowded street to find Satoru waiting in a sleek-looking suit that would have the girls back home fainting on the spot. He opens the door with a flirty remark that you immediately tune out and you recheck the Cursed Tools in your clutch while he slides into the seat beside you. 
“You know your role?” 
“I’m a wealthy businessman gunning for the weapon with the blue handle,” he states confidently.
“Green handle, not blue.”
“What’s the difference?”
“One of them has an eons-old Curse stuffed into its hilt…and the other is blue.” He makes a small noise of amusement in his throat and you feel yourself relax a little bit more. “I’ll camp out at the bar and wait for the owner to make a move. Apparently, he’s the type to bite pretty easily if he sees something good-looking and alone. When he’s distracted, you grab the weapon. Got it?”
“Clear as crystal,” he says, swiping his tongue over his top lip absentmindedly. A serious look washes over his face, something in his head making his eyebrows draw together. “What if the guy starts getting handsy with you?”
“I’ll…handle it,” you reply slowly, slightly confused as to why he cares. “Just get the weapon, Gojo. You can stall or kill time however you want before that, but we don’t have the luxury of being able to make a mess.”
“Easier said than done,” he says quietly, “So, no promises.” 
It turned out that making messes was simply a part of Satoru’s daily routine. Perched on a bar stool and barely nursing a weak drink, you clearly saw what his idea of killing time was. Lean arms stretched over the back of an overstuffed corner booth in a corner of the club, pulling several nice-looking women into his side while they giggled in his lap. He’d swapped the strips of linen for an expensive pair of sunglasses and he peered over the rim at regular intervals to keep an eye on you. It made your heart pang just a little bit, seeing him easily attract girls to him like a magnet in a paper clip factory. There was no doubt that Gojo Satoru was attractive, yet every doubt existed in your mind as to whether you would ever have a chance with him. You didn’t mean to look so mopey and sad at the counter, but it seems to play to your advantage when the owner of the weapon creeps over with a sinister smile on his face. 
“Hello, dear,” he purrs and it takes all of your willpower not to slap him for looking at you like a pretty thing. “Nothing is sadder than a beauty at the bar, all alone.”
“And what were you going to do about it?” You drop the volume of your voice to an enticing volume, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 
“Inject a bit more excitement into your evening,” he replies daringly and the insinuation makes you nauseous. “That man, with the glasses? He broke your heart?” He leans on your shoulder and looks in the direction of your partner, the one who was supposed to be grabbing the weapon while you were busy being ogled by this narcissist. “You need to watch out for men like him, throwing around money and women like they’re of no value. Both have value. You have value.” Great, you groan in your head, he’s gross and a hypocrite, too.
“I wouldn’t say broke it,” you murmur mysteriously. “More like, doesn’t deserve it.”
“You’re feisty,” he observes. “I’m incredibly attracted to it.” Shit. On pure instinct, you feel your Cursed Energy flare up as his hand roams dangerously close to your thigh, sliding down your arm with a clammy palm. Despite not being a sorcerer, you know he feels the energy shift when his eyes dart up to yours not with lust, but suspicion. By some stupid twist of Fate, you’d blown your own cover. The weapon owner’s hand suddenly tightens around your wrist, chaining you to the bar counter. 
“Let go of me,” you order, completely rid of the stupidly airy voice and naive smiles. 
“What did you just–”
“My love, we’re leaving.” Elegant fingers effortlessly pry the man’s hand from your skin and toss them aside like garbage. You find your coat gently draped around your shoulders, and only then does he guide you up and away from the bar, with the weapon owner still gawking in his stool. Somewhere between your Cursed Energy flaring and the man grabbing your wrist, Satoru must have left his posse of gorgeous women to pull you out of your present situation. “Good?”
“Yeah,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed that he had to come in and save you. “Thanks for doing that, even though you had to leave your girlfriends.” 
“Of course. They never mean anything to me, nor do I mean anything to them,” he replies and it sounds genuine, without any sort of mockery or indication that he was holding it above your head. With one arm still wrapped around your shoulders, he calls the valet to retrieve the car and you find that you don’t mind him holding you close. “Nice play with the energy flare-up, by the way. That was really smart.”
“What do you mean?”
“Smoking out the weapon’s energy signature by making it butt against your own?” He shakes his head in disbelief, city lights catching in the lenses of his glasses. “Absolute genius.” 
“I…didn’t mean to do that,” you admit and he peers at you out of the corner of his vision. You didn’t know it yet, but to him, you looked prettier than any of the women he was surrounded by inside the club. “It was an accidental reflex when the guy went for my leg.”
“Want me to kill him?” You chuckle, but it dies away when you see the cold expression on his face, nothing like the playful and warm persona you’d just been speaking to. “Say the word and I’ll blow the place to pieces.”
“We’re not supposed to make a mess, remember?” 
“And I said no promises, remember?” He helps you into the passenger’s seat with a gentlemanly hand, shutting it after you before settling into the driver’s seat. “Either way, I got the weapon. It was in the guy’s pocket, not in the safe like we thought it would be. But, more importantly, you got out of that creep’s vicinity.” 
“I appreciate you looking out for me.”
“Anytime, pretty.”
“Don’t call me that,” you say firmly and he looks at you curiously. “What?”
“Why not?”
“I’m not interested in being your arm candy; I’m not that type of person.” He pauses for several long moments, stuck in deep thought.
“I didn’t realize I was the type of person to have arm candy,” he states quietly, like it was an epiphany as he pulled away from the club’s valet curb. 
“Something must be wrong with one of your Six Eyes, then, if you truly believe that,” you chuckle, trying to make the mood a little lighter. Yet, he’s still staring straight ahead with a frown on his face and a draw between his eyebrows. It was unsettling, to say the least. “Hey, I really didn’t mean any offense–”
“Let me try.”
“What?”
“Let me try,” he repeats with absolute determination. The streetlight casts his face in a dangerous shade of red.
“Try…what?” 
“To win you over. Teach you what forever feels like,” he answers and your head feels like it’s been submerged underwater, all noises suddenly becoming muddy and irrelevant. “Show you that I don’t think you’re just eye candy.” 
“What the hell are you playing at, Gojo?”
“I’m just tryin’ to show you that I’m not the playboy you have in your head,” he argues and it makes your cheeks heat. “Let me try. If I fail, I’ll go bald or something. Sorcerer's honor.” You burst out laughing, shaking your head in disbelief but feeling comfortable enough to take him up on the offer. Now, a few years and zero bald heads later, you were freezing your ass off with the man of your dreams on a mountain at six in the morning. 
Somehow, you both felt like you’d won the bet when he pulled out that box from his pocket and got down on one knee. 
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What are your fav romance tropes and to which TWST men would you give them to? Since they're fairy tail inspired anyways there's probably some you could apply to them easily.
As much as I like writing romance I'm not much of a romance movie watcher so everything I do say here will be based on... well mostly anime and fanfic stuff.
Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, kissing, teasing, childhood friends, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, sneaking around, secret relationships
A/N: All of these are also tropes I enjoy writing about a lot, which I'm sure you already know if you've been following me for a while.
Riddle is the shy, withdrawn love interest trope who wants to catch your eyes but doesn't know how to approach you. He spends a lot of his time watching you, blushing when you look at him but not approaching you. He honestly feels like he could wait forever for you, you're the apple of his eye, you're worth waiting for, and if needed worth fighting for but hopefully you can realize your feelings without it ever coming to that.
Leona is the cold shoulder trope. He wants to be left alone, he wants nothing to do with you at first and finds you annoying more then anything else. He can snap at other pretty easily which leads him to be branded a bad boy and delinquent, only adding to his isolation. He's not a brute, he just values his space, which you keep stepping in and making him lower his walls until eventually you're sitting shoulder to shoulder in the garden, him purring and his tail loosely wrapped around you.
Azul is the enemies to lovers trope. You heard many stories about him, you want nothing to do with him when you meet, hell you even see him doing shady things which only adds to your negative feelings. He seems to enjoy riling you up, thriving on it actually. He doesn't like you that much at first either, thinking you to be too much of a goody two shoes. It would be very fun if he could somehow get you on his side. If not he'll be happy with seeing you get flustered around him whenever he feels like he's won and kisses your cheek as a reward only for him.
Kalim is definitely the childhood friends to lovers trope, he has loved you since the day you met, but was never brave enough to say it. Even when you enrolled in the same school as him, the same class, he couldn't confess. It was only after he saw how popular you were that he started being more bold with his feelings towards you. He would talk about funny past memories, recalling the jokes and the sleepovers. In fact... you haven't had a sleepover in a while, what do you say? He'll leave the window open for you, just sneak in, just like old times. With... extra kisses maybe, if he confesses.
Vil is the popular guy in school trope. Everyone likes him, the students, the teachers, hell even the animals love him. Because of that he is a little hard to approach. Luckily you're the one that catches his eye, so he approaches you, much to the amazement of others. Compared to him you're boring, nothing special, but that is exactly why he wants you, someone who just transferred, someone new, someone exciting, fun. And you're a cute girl, how can he resist.
Idia is the guy next door trope. You see him every day but you don't know a lot about him when you first arrive. He's hard to get a hold of and not too sociable. At least you walk to school together so that's already more then most people get to see of him. Over time he begins to wait for you, bashfully offering you his jacket when its cold, or offering you his hand when it's windy. He definitely has a protective, soft side to him, and you are one of the few to see it.
Malleus is the quiet outcast, the one wolf, or dragon if you will. Besides his tight circle of friends he doesn't talk to many people so it's not easy to get ahold of him either. Well... he can talk to you quite easily, he wants to actually, he's very quick to develop feelings and worst yet he falls hard and fast. Once it starts it's not easy for him to shake and he's been hurt before, another reason why he tends to keep mostly to himself. If he opens up to you you might hurt him too. You won't will you? If were to kiss you, would you push him away?
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hellfireclubmember · 2 years
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Pretty Girl
a/n: Okay, I haven't written a legit fanfic in years so I'm so nervous publishing this. Any feedback would be appreciated. Also I was thinking of making a part 2, lmk if any one would like me to
warnings: none, just fluff, maybe annoying mutual pining. also probably a few mistakes. I didn't thoroughly proof read this
word count: 1.9k
summary: Dustin can't stop talking about the sub he got to fill in for Lucas, making Steve want to smash his head into a wall. That is, of course, until he sees you.
PART 2 HERE PART 3 HERE
disclaimer: reader is 18 and a senior in high school
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Steve was losing his mind. He loved Dustin Henderson as if he were his little brother, but he might just strangle him at this very moment. First, he would not stop talking about Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and now he won’t shut up about the substitute they had to bring into their little nerd club to play their little nerd game.
“… she’s just so cool! She had no idea how to play, Mike and I gave her a quick lesson before the session and then she goes and lands a crit hit on the most powerful dark wizard of all time!” Dustin was so impressed he couldn’t see that Steve wasn’t even really paying attention anymore, choosing to stack the new releases in alphabetical order instead. “She’s so pretty too” Dustin sighed “and nice.”
“Is Dustin still talking about that girl he forced to play Dungeons and Dragons?” In walked Robin from the back room. She sat down behind the counter. “Hasn’t stopped.” Were the first words Steve had said in the last twelve minutes.
“I did not force her!”
Dustin had found you sitting alone at the very back of the library whilst writing an essay for your English class. You were one of the maybe four students that were in there. Most of your peers excited for the basketball game that day after school. Dustin had realized he had seen you before and almost all the times he had seen you, you were alone. The boy figured asking you would be a win-win; this way you could maybe gain some more friends and he wouldn’t have to die. He rushed towards you, rambling about hellfire and getting his ass kicked by Eddie before he knew it you were agreeing to help. In all honesty, it wasn’t very easy for you to agree. Your stomach twisting at the thought of being in a room full of people you didn’t know but saying no to this boy somehow seemed worse; like killing a unicorn or something.
After agreeing, Mike and Dustin sat with you in the library and helped you create a character sheet, explaining the basics of DND in the short period of time before the session. You were never really expecting to have fun. In fact, you were fully expecting for your character to die immediately. When she didn’t you started to pay more attention. The excitement around you fueling your own. It was nice to be a part of something, surrounded by people that loved something so much made you feel warm and happy. You had never felt so at ease, comfortable doing something out of your comfort zone.
“Yeah? So, cornering (y/n) in the school library the way Steve does every female customer was the ethical thing to do?” Robin said.
“Dude! I don’t corner anyone.” Steve looked up indignantly from the VHS tapes at Robin.
Robin rolled her eyes and continued her scolding. “You know she was gonna say yes, she’s the nicest person I know. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say the word no.”
Steve was listening to them argue about whether Dustin dragged you to the nerd meeting or not when he heard the door to the video store open. His eyes landed on you walking through the door. The prettiest girl he’s ever seen walking into the fluorescent lit store. Lips parted as you tried catching your breath from the bike ride there. Steve felt like he forgot how to act like a human being, not even being able to execute his usual greeting or offer a charming smile. He watched you look around the store. Pretty eyes scanning until they landed on something behind Steve. You raised your hand to give a small wave. A wave he almost returned had Dustin not spoken up.
“(y/n). hey!” Dustin said as he walked over to the front of the register, right beside Steve. He had his eyes fixed on you, stare unwavering as you made your way toward Dustin and himself. Your eyes flicked over to Steve, acknowledging him with the cutest smile he had ever seen. Steve was never this awestruck by something as simple as a smile but he wished he could tattoo your smile to the inside of his eyelids so he could never forget it.
“Hi (y/n).” Robin was the next person to greet you.
“Hi Robin, I didn’t know you worked here.” He finally heard you speak and Steve never thought a voice could be so sweet.
“You know me, never one to brag.” A small giggle escaped your lips and if he thought your voice was sweet your laugh was like cotton candy; soft and pillowy. He couldn’t help but want to make you laugh for the rest of his life. Robin watched Steve look at you with the dumbest look she’s ever seen on his face, which is saying a lot. She genuinely had to bite back a laugh. “You know the hair, right?” Robin nodded her head towards Steve. That was his queue he had to get rid of the heart eyes and turn on the charm. You looked up at him which is when it finally clicked. He recognized you from his time at Hawkins High. Remembered you walking the halls alone with your head down most of the time. He never thought too much about you back then, which right now he regretted greatly, distracted with his douchebag friends and his relationship with Nancy to ever really notice most people.
“Yeah, I remember Steve.” You nodded your head. “Hello.” The hint of another smile on your lips. He so desperately had to hold himself back from hugging you. He wanted to be close to you, to hold you. Steve really didn’t understand what had gotten over him. Sure, he had liked girls before but being this whipped so immediately was definitely new to him.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He tried licking moisture back onto his lips, but his mouth was dry. He leaned back onto the counter and smiled. Trying his best to be as smooth as possible. He didn’t want to look at Robin or Dustin, mostly because that meant having to look away from you but also because he knew the look on their faces right now would be one of disgust.
The skin on your face started feeling incredibly warm. You had never spoken to Steve when he was in school, to be fair you hadn’t spoken to many people but speaking to King Steve seemed an impossible task. He was like art at the museums you liked to frequent, beautiful but untouchable.  
Dustin removed his gaze from Steve whilst shaking his head and placed it back on you. “What are you doing here?” He asked. Right, you came here for something. What was that something? The brief interaction with Steve was enough to make you slightly lightheaded. You started nipping at the inside of cheek, rummaging through your head.
“Oh, I accidentally took your DND notebook yesterday. It said return if found and then your address was inside, which by the way I think is an awful idea. There are weird people out there, Dustin. You have to be more careful.” Steve and Dustin making eye contact, both thinking about the irony of telling Dustin to be safe. You reached for his notebook inside your messenger bag. “When I got to your house your mom said you might be here.” You took a few steps, offering him his journal. Now close enough to be able to smell Steve’s cologne, your gaze drifted for a second up to his face and he was looking down at you. The second your eyes met, he smiled, making you look away abruptly. He was making you way more nervous than usual. Your hands were getting clammy, and your breath was a little shaky. Steve Harrington was so beautiful. You always knew this but you had never had the honor of being this close to him.
“Dude, this is like the second time you’ve saved my life!” Dustin grabbed the notebook with a wide smile. You let out a small laugh. This kid’s smile was infectious, no matter the situation, if Dustin smiled you smiled. Those are the rules.
“Trying my best.” You closed your bag whilst taking a few steps back. Trying to make some distance between you and Steve, hoping to any God he couldn’t see your shaky hands. “Right. I’ll just get going then.” As the words left your mouth Steve started to panic. He can’t just let you leave. He had only said two words to you. His brain going on over drive trying to think of ways to get you to stay even a little longer. He looked outside at your bike and then at the dark clouds in the sky. It was definitely going to start raining soon.
“Wait!” He said this a little louder than anticipated. He cleared his throat as you turned your head to look at him. He smiled softly as he looks at your eyes again. He thinks he could look at your eyes all day. “You just got here; you should hang around with us. It’s for sure going to start raining soon. I can’t let a pretty girl get caught riding her bike in the rain.” Dustin snickered and Steve elbowed his shoulder immediately to get him to shut up. The taller boy watched as your eyes widened slightly at the use of the word pretty. You were so cute it was driving him crazy.
“Yeah, dingus is right. You should stay, besides tonight’s movie night. You can join us at Steve’s house. We’re gonna pig out on junk and watch horror movies. Steve is going to drive us all home after, he’s our trusty chauffeur.” Steve looked at Robin as she spoke, and he swears he could’ve planted a kiss on her forehead right then and there. Robin looked at him for a second with a small smirk on her face.
You fiddled with the strap of your bag as you thought about it. It would really suck to be caught in the rain, besides this could be fun right? You said yes to DND and that was fun. Doing things you wouldn’t normally do seemed to be working for you so why stop now? Of course, this had nothing to do with the way your heart raced when Steve looked at you or the way you really wanted to be in his presence longer or how pink and shiny his lips looked or how you wondered what his hand would feel like holding your hand.
“I would really like that.” You smiled at Robin and then turned to look at Steve. “If that’s okay with all of you.” This was directed more at Steve than it was to Dustin. There was a moment of silence as Steve stared at your pretty face, a smile adorning his features making him look like a lovesick puppy. It was Dustin’s turn to elbow the idiot to his left. That was enough to break the trance.
“Of course it’s okay with us. Right Dustin?” He glared at the boy that just assaulted him.
Dustin nodded his head. “It’d be an honor to have you at our movie night, (y/n).” Steve reached over to pat his younger friend on the shoulder.
“It’s set then.” He said, more excited for it to reach closing time than he has ever been.
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unnerd · 2 years
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Dumb NPC ideas to use when your players decide to explore that town you didn't prepare anything for
A scholar that is clearly lost, however you're not sure how he is someone important at all. It even looks like he's glad that he didn't manage to arrive at the event on time.
An old lady (of a race that has a long lifespan), that knows a little way to much about the party's adventure... She doesn't spends much time talking about it though, do you want to buy her pots?
A kid. Just a kid. Make them annoying.
A knight that is very proud about their job and duty, but they just want their shift to end so they can go home to their wife.
A merchant that has a cart in the middle of the fair, however everytime the party goes to another shop or stand he pops up from behind the counter. Turns out the town doesn't receive many merchants so he has to supply all of their needs. He's stressed.
A teen dragon that discovered how to transform into a human, problem is they definitely look 30 but they still are just a teenager, and a moody one.
A shop owner that fucking hates commerce. She's in it because of her family, so she tries to sell the goodies pratically for free and she really wants you to take all of her items. The catch? It's a feather shop. Not magic feathers, not pens, just normal feathers. Probably from a bird that died that morning.
A janitor from a library or big shop that is just too aware of everything. Like, they point out the players class or race without barely batting an eye. They comment on how they "had never seen a chaotic good one in real life". And indirectly disses the players choices they made 2 sessions ago? (Basically a character for the dm to rant a little while not completely breaking the 4th wall)
A woman in her mid-40s (or the equivalent) that is just really excited to meet the party? Her dream was to be an adventurer when she was little so she is definitely asking some weird questions.
A blacksmith that makes weapons purely for the aesthetic. He really doesn't care if it's functional or not, he's just doing cause it looks cool.
A bard that got kicked out of their band or caravan. At first you don't know why but after their 3rd performance of a one-person musical you get it. He wants to stick with the party though. Good luck.
A doggie!! It's cute!! And fluffy!! And it talks!! And it talks? A DOG THAT TALKS!!!!
The most ripped person the party has ever met, they have tons of skulls of big animals on their shoulder. They polish them. They hang them on a wall and start to take notes. They are an archeologist.
A magician that is really not magic at all, he's just so good at card tricks that the town thinks he's a sorcerer. He's freaking out.
A girl that is immune to all kinds of poison, however that is making a little bit hard for her to pursue her cooking career. Apparently poison ivy is not a good seasoning for most people.
An artist that is just really calm and friendly but everyone's afraid of them. The party has no idea why.
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In The Comfort of Our Chamber (One-Shot)
Aemond (Canon Era) X (Wife Reader)
Warnings After The Cut
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Warnings: mentions of murder (bye Luke!l), Dom Aemond, Spanking, dubcon(he doesn't get explicit consent), fingering, smut (I'm terrible at warnings trying to get better any suggestions please let me know)
(Story takes place after the death of Lucerys and before Blood & Cheese)
Your husband was never the joyful playful type. You had come to terms with this moons ago. He was, however, attentive. He always made sure that you were happy, well taken care of, and satisfied.
Prince Aemond Targaryen was known for his cool and stoic demeanor. The addition of the kinslayer title that had been recently added after the death of his nephew made him seem all the more formidable. To most that is, but not you.
You had tried to talk to him when he returned from storms end. He was wet, adrenaline pumping, and smelled of dragon. He did not, however, wish to talk to you about it. No, since that night, you had hardly seen or interacted with your husband at all.
He was either busy with council meetings or holed up with his brother, mother, and grandsire. You were getting more and more restless and feeling completely and utterly alone.
That's why when King Aegon had called the residents of the red keep to the throne room to announce the feast he was having in your husband's honor you could not help but scoff and roll your eyes.
This finally caught your husband's attention. He glared at you across the throne room while Aegon chattered on gleefully about his wonderful feast and how much wine would be there. You felt your husband's eye upon you but made it a point to look anywhere but at him.
When Aegon dismisses everyone from the throne room, you make haste out of the room, not sparing your husband a second glance.
You walk down the corridor, a feeling of satisfaction flowing through you. You finally got his attention, and you knew it. He will get his retribution. In fact you were looking forward to it.
You made it a point to retire to your private chambers early and take supper there as well. You were just patiently waiting for that hard knock upon your apartment door, but as dinner came and went and then night began to fall, and there was still no knock, you began to feel helpless. If he did not come to see you when you irritated him, when would he come? Would he ever come?
You sit before the hearth, these thoughts rattling around in your brain when you finally decide to go to sleep. You rise from your chair and make your way toward the bed chamber, feeling completely and utterly defeated.
Just as you open the door to the bedchamber, you hear it. That familiar knock. That I'm very annoyed come answer this door immediately knock. A satisfied smirk ghosts across your face as you head to the apartment door.
You make sure to wipe any trace of a smile off of your face before opening the door.
"My prince," you greet him as you open the door.
"Has it been so long that we are now to refer to each other with such formalities?" He asks stoicly, as he enters.
"It has been...... some time, " you make sure to avoid directly answering his question. This is something that drives him insane so you have made it a permanent piece of your tool box that you take out whenever your husband gets closed off or too cold.
He gives you a pointed look and walks further into your chambers with his arms tucked behind his back.
"Your behavior in the throne room...." he turns back to look at you again.
"I know not of what you speak." You walk past him further into the room and pour yourself some wine.
You hold up the wine and look at him.
"No, thank you," he says while looking at you with a curious eye. You take a sip of your wine eyes peering at him over the rim of your goblet.
"So...... what is it exactly that you were hoping to achieve with your earlier behavior?" He says as he steps closer to you.
"As I said. I know not of what behavior you are referring to, " you say, feigning innocence.
"Hmmmmm," he clicks his tongue as he circles you.
You continue to sip your wine and keep your eyes trained on him as he paces slowly.
"Is it attention you so desire my love?" He doesn't stop circling you but slows down to a pace where he is barely moving as he looks into your eyes, waiting for a response.
"Of course not," you swirl your wine in your goblet, watching the liquid slosh around.
"Hmmmmm," he stops directly behind you. Slowly clicking his tongue. He presses himself to your back and slides his hand over your throat while tilting your head up and your ear towards his mouth. "And you wouldn't lie to me of course?"
You feel a jolt of electricity shooting through your body at the closeness. The heat of his breath tickles your ear and causes the tiny hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.
"N-no, of course not" your voice is strained
"Tsk, tsk, you know there will have to be a punishment for being dishonest with your lord husband?" He rubs his nose against the shell of your ear.
He keeps one hand on your throat as he snakes the other around your body, removing the goblet from your hand and placing it down on the table behind him.
"Now the question at this moment..." he pulls your body flush against his tightening the grip on your throat just slightly while the other hand lays flat against your stomach, pushing your body harder against his.
"Is what punishment suits your behavior?"
You take in an unsteady breath as you can feel your heart beginning to pump so hard you feel blood rushing through your ears
"Hmmmm?" He nibbles at the side of your neck as he tightens his grip just a little bit more.
The hand on your stomach slowly slides to the side of your hip, where he starts rucking up the skirts of your gown.
"This kind of disrespect can not go unanswered." he shoves you forward with just a thrust of his hips bending you over the serving table in front of you knocking the half full container of wine to the floor.
His hand grasps the back of your head, pushing your face into the table.
"I really am quite busy as of late, darling. I need you to be the good little wife I know you can be" he slowly pulls the skirts of your dress up and over your backside.
He tugs your small clothes down to your knees and rubs his hand gently over your left ass cheek.
"Now, I'm going to need you to apologize for your behavior in the throne room." he continues gently caressing your bum.
"I-i don't know what behavior you speak of," your voice is trembling with anticipation.
He clicks his tongue in disapproval three times before landing a harsh smack on your left ass cheek before he caresses it again.
"Do you want to try that again, darling?" He lands another slap on your already stinging ass.
You bite your lower lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of you yelling out.
He slides his hand between your legs and prods your entrance with his finger.
"Silly girl," he clicks his tongue. "This is a punishment I've hardly started, and you're already gushing for me"
He gathers some of your slick on his finger and brings it up to your pearl. He rubs in a circular motion once, twice, and then brings his hand back, bringing a slap to your heat.
At this, you lose your resolve and moan out loud.
"Ahhh..... that's my good girl. " he leans over you and whispers in your ear as he slides one long slender finger inside of you.
"Now apologize, and I'll give you what you crave." he pumps his finger in and out of you, and then suddenly halts.
"I'm sorry, love, so sorry." You blurt out pathetically while rolling your hips towards him, desperate for more friction.
He continues sliding through your folds while unlacing his breaches.
"How sorry? Hmmm?"
"Very very sorry, so very sorry" you push your backside towards him.
"I did not say you could move darling," he pushes you forward. "I'm not quite sure if I have forgiven you yet," he pushes his breeches and underclothes down just enough to free his length as he starts pumping himself to full hardness his other hand leisurely running his fingers over your pearl making you twitch.
You release a frustrated sigh. "Please, please"
"Oh how I love it when you beg" he moves his hand and replaces it with his cock rubbing the tip against your entrance.
"Please, my love, please!" The desperation is apparent in your voice. All self-respect is gone, and you will give this man anything he wants at this point, and he knows it.
"Tell me you need it" he growls as he slowly starts to push into you.
"I need it I need it" you cry out
"And if I denied you?" He snickers as he pushes in just a little bit more.
"I would die" you dig into the table with your fingernails.
"Oh well, we can't have that now, can we?" He grabs your hips and slams the rest of his cock into you causing you to scream out.
He reaches his hand around the side of your face and hooks his finger on your cheek, pulling your head back.
"You" thrust "will" thrust "not" thrust "disrespect" thrust "me" thrust "again"
"Is that understood?" You nod your head drool dribbling down your chin.
He brings his other hand around to your pearl and rubs in fast circular strokes.
"Use your words, my love" he says through grunts as he slams into you repeatedly the loud smack of skin on skin permeating the room
"I promise, I promise," you manage to gargle out, his finger, still stretching your cheek.
"Good girl, good girl," he quickens his pace, rubbing at your pearl without mercy and you clench around him impossibly tight.
You both hit your peak in unison, your legs buckling beneath you as you completely lose yourself to the sensation.
He stays in place for a minute as he regulates his breathing before pulling out of you and pulling your skirts back down and patting them flat.
He clears his throat "well I'm glad we've got that sorted, now make sure you remember what you promised me"
You dumbly nod your head cheek resting on the table.
You know what you promised him, and you know you should keep that promise, but how can he expect you to behave when you know the punishment that awaits you in the comfort of your chambers?
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Closing Time (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Eddie watches the reader slay a dragon. (Reader works at Claire's in StarCourt and deals with a shitty customer before closing the store.)
Previous Part: Leave of Absence
Warnings/Themes: Semi-established relationship (friendship? Eddie isn’t sure what they are either), fluffy. Reader is not a Hawkins native, but it's kind of just implied. Eddie is a romantic boy and makes everything fantastical in that silly head of his. Also he makes a crude (ish?) joke. Typical teenage boy/young adult stuff. Nothing crazy,
Note: This is my first drabble I'm actually posting. (I haven't written actual fics in a hot minute, only headcanons). I hope it's good, but it really was an opportunity for me to get my frustrations out after work in a store for the first time in 2 years since I moved to corporate. And I kind of liked it so I might write more. (Therapy who?)
(Future Jo here...You can find my masterlist here for more featuring our resident Store Manager and all of my other writing.)
Please do not interact if you are not 18+.
Enjoy!
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"Ma'am, I'm sorry that this is confusing, but it's store policy."
"Then I'd like to speak to the store manager."
"I am the store manager," you explained, smile dropping right off your face only to be replaced by a cool mask of indifference.
Eddie stood just outside of the store, leaning against a railing that overlooked the Food Court, and watched you. It was a Sunday, which meant the mall was closed early, and all of the stores were dark except for yours. The gate was halfway down, but he could still see the tenacity--the ferocity--in your eyes as you dealt with an unruly customer and it took everything in him to ignore the little shiver that went up his spine.
When Eddie first gotten a job at Tape World, he had briefly wondered if it was a mistake. He had mostly been given closing shifts to offset gigs at the Hideout on Tuesdays and Hellfire on Fridays. Not to mention school once it was back in session. And seeing how closing shifts meant he was missing out at the opportunity to be dealing at local parties over the summer...well he didn't need to pass algebra to know it was costing him some potentially serious cash.
But the pay at Tape World wasn't awful and it was steady. Wayne seemed to be proud of him for finally having a steady job, despite the assurance that he would always be proud of Eddie. The discount was nice, and his manager let him promote Corroded Coffin shows at the counter.
And then there was you.
At first glance, it didn't make sense to anyone. You with your pastel purple name tag, mega-watt smile, trendy clothes, and stacks of scrunchies. And Eddie with his alleged devil-worshipping, superior taste in music, non-conformity, and hair wild either from too much head banging or the single window AC unit in his trailer. Shit, even he didn't understand it in the beginning; he thought you were everything he said he hated.
But you weren't.
Just like he wasn't everything the entire town said he was either.
Instead he found someone who was just like him, only sort of not at all, with your own flock of lost little bedazzled, pastel and neon sheep that you were protective of. You were a misunderstood soul, a compassionate leader, and one of the most patient people he ever met.
Except for right this minute.
The lights in the mall itself started to dim and the music went silent. Yet, there you still stood in front of one of the local PTA moms as she complained about a return.
She had already been in the store when Eddie arrived to meet you at the end of your shift. (Sunday nights were your...well, Eddie didn't know what to call them. Not date nights; not yet at least.) And you had given him one quick, apologetic glance over her shoulder before you geared up for battle.
But Eddie had been watching as your mood devolved ever since, and you went from understanding, to annoyed, to fuming. And here you were now, looking as though you could singlehandedly manifest a pit to open up beneath Loudmouth Linda to swallow her whole if she carried on with her rant.
And it was kind of hot.
Eddie wouldn't consider himself someone who thought anger was sexy. It was scary. He had seen the way his father would get angry over the most minor things and it stayed with him his entire life. He would freeze, even at the most minor indication that anger was being directed towards him. From his father, from a teacher, from Officer Callahan--although Hopper was usually there to rescue him from that one.
It was different when it came to bullies at school or the townies that spoke in hushed tones when he passed them by. He could stand up to the jocks and the popular kids that pushed him and his friends around. He could ignore the scathing looks from the busybodies at the grocery store. And as much as it hurt to be cast away by almost everyone he met for years, he knew that it wasn't anger--actually he wasn't sure what it was, really--that caused them to do those things.
Just like it wasn't really anger that fueled your fight for the past fifteen minutes. It was purely righteous indignation as you were attacked by this absolute dragon of a woman.
Deep down, he wished he could be your savior, having dealt with the spitting venom of these townies before on numerous occasions. But you were no damsel, and this wasn't your first battle either. You took every insult with grace, every octave of a raised voice was met with an equally raised voice before going back to calm. You verbally jousted, using every trick in your book, and when they didn't work...
"Once again it is against the policy of StarCourt Mall to have customers in the building this late past close and I will have to call Mall Security to come and escort you out regardless of your choice ma'am. So we can either proceed with your return and you get the money back that you paid and not a cent more or I tell my staff and security that you are no longer welcome in this place of business. And security will have to take your picture as they escort you out."
...You simply slayed the beast. With a smile. Although Eddie believed you were actually just baring your teeth in warning.
There was that shiver up his spine again, and were those goosebumps on his arms?
He sort of hoped to be on the receiving end of those teeth sometime soon.
Regardless, your customer was left speechless as you processed her return and called security to escort her to the exit. Eddie smiled smugly as they passed him by.
It didn't take long for the lights of your store to finally shut and for you to duck under the gate before locking it.
He didn't even get a chance to congratulate you on your victory and tell you how absolutely epic you were before you were walking face first into his chest and sighing as your arms went around his waist in a hug.
“Hey,” he chuckled and put his arms around you, one hand instantly rubbing up and down your back.
“Hi.” Your reply was muffled and you squeezed him a bit harder.
"Y'ok there?"
"Yeah," you responded quietly and rubbed your cheek against his t-shirt. “You wanna get DQ?” You looked up at him for a second.
“I could use a blizzard,” he agreed.
“Cool,” you sighed and settled back against him. “People suck.”
“They do.”
The two of you stayed like that in relative silence for a few minutes and as much as Eddie wanted to go on--to tell you that the lady was out of line, that she was entitled, and that he could never handle it as smoothly as you did--he knew that wasn't what you needed right now.
He momentarily wondered that it wasn't all bad, not being your knight, when he could instead be the home you returned to after battle.
And he would happily do it, even if you never asked him to.
"You know," he finally broke the silence. "I've heard people threaten to call security many times. Mostly on the receiving end, sometimes as an innocent bystander."
"Oh yeah?" You finally looked up at him, nose wrinkling with a smile.
"But I think that was the first time it almost gave me a boner," he admitted.
"Eddie!" you pushed away from him and slapped his arms as you laughed, eyes shining with joy. Your worries were not forgotten, he knew, merely smoothed over by, hopefully, your adoration for him. "You fucking perv!"
"I said almost," he defended.
He would be there. Happily.
Next Part: Team Building
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my1oves · 21 days
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I have a request! Im not sure if you have a character limit but how would the party react/be around a dragonkin or dragon demihuman person? They’re now in the party for one reason or another. Really excited to see your future works!
dragonkin.
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꒰ includes ꒱ ⸻ (dungeon meshi) laios touden, senshi, chilchuck tims, marcille donato, and izutsumi.
꒰ warnings ꒱ ⸻ gn! dragonkin! reader, fluff, the last three bullet points have izutsumi who hasn't been introduced in the anime yet!
꒰ blossom's note꒱ ⸻ thank you! i'm excited to write more for dunmeshi! also dragonkin reader is such a fun concept i hope i did it justice! enjoy!!
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Laios is visibly shaking with excitement- though you first thought he was scared of you, that notion was quickly wiped away when he grasped your hands in his and began asking a million questions about yourself.
Do you have horns? he wants to touch them. Scales? Are they smooth, or rough, or slimy, or...? well, Laios wants to find out asap. You have wings? They're gorgeous! How fast can you fly? Is there a weight limit and can you carry him-
The others have to pull him away from you and apologize for his actions.
Meeting the others shortly after, they don't seem too surprised to see your kind- it makes you wonder just how much they've seen.
Chilchuck honestly doesn't seem to care, as long as you don't annoy him then you're fine with him.
Marcille on the other hand seems to be holding back questions out of politeness- but she is a bit intrigued by your biology and mana levels.
She's also the one to mainly protect you from Laios' random ambush questions and curiosity- if it weren't for her, you're certain Laios would've tried to take a bite out of you!
Senshi, similarly to Chilchuck, doesn't seem very affected by your general presence. Might feel slightly awkward cooking up dragon since... y'know... but not that awkward.
You swooped in to save them from being attacked by another monster- and your strength was a lovely attribute! they could definitely do with more fighters!
Do to your own personal reasons (and also not wanting to starve), you decide to join them on their quest!
Laios jots down so many notes in his notebook about you- seriously your bite force is so cool! Might even suggest you biting his arm so he can feel it for himself.
Do to your scales, or horns, or claws, you tend to accidentally rip up a lot- whether that be your waterskin or bag or clothes. If you leave the item out when you're sleeping, it'll magically be fixed
Surprise! It's actually Chilchuck sewing your items back up in the middle of the night. If you wake up and find this secret out, don't ever mention it or else you'll never have anything fixed again.
Marcille wants to take you shopping so badly- she knows a perfect place that could make accessories for your horns... if you'd like to go sometime after the quest?
Senshi makes sure to study your diet. Do you eat a omnivore diet, or a carnivore one? If you lean more to carnivore, he'll give you an extra helping of meat, but if you're an omnivore then you're not escaping the vegetables- you have to have a balanced and nutritional diet!
If you can breathe fire, Senshi thanks you plenty for helping him start a fire when the flint isn't working. Plus dragon fire adds a unique taste to a dish.
Izutsumi is naturally wary of you in the beginning, just like she is with everyone else. She keeps a watchful eye on you and makes sure you don't make any wrong moves- if she senses any danger she won't be afraid to strike at you.
However, once she warms up to you, she might feel a little closer to you than the others. She also knows what it's like to viewed as a 'monster' so, you know... but don't expect her to get all mushy about it.
Being naturally warmer than most, she might end up sleeping on top of you or sprawling over you during the night because damn you're very comfortable and nice and warm???
Overall, the party is glad you've joined them, and despite your differences you all get along quite well!
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꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!
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imnotlauriane · 1 year
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ETERNALLY THEIRS
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DRAGON! BTS X HUMAN! READER FANTASY AU
Chapter 4 (6.7k words)
For more information about this story, find it here
I hope everyone is enjoying the story! Many more people than I expected to see are leaving likes behind, thank you for showing this story your appreciation! I would really like to know what you think of Eternally theirs so far, so if any of you would like to take some time to leave an ask behind, or even a comment or a reblog, I would be very thankful ❤️
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Once outside, Jimin excitedly leads me, Taehyung and Hoseok to one quiet extremity of the training ground where we get to have a good sight of the sky without being put at risk, and I almost start to laugh when I notice some of the annoying knights running around helplessly with the discarded swords and training dummies in their arms.
There's something extremely satisfying about not being part of them for once. They can finally see that there's nothing amusing about the messes they create and seeing them clean up behind themselves?
Tragic.
I would enjoy myself even more if they were to somehow look over here to find me relaxing with a smile on my face.
Hoseok's lips curl into a light smirk as he observes me from the side because he can see in my eyes that I'm liking my current position a lot. To not have to take part in their little problems might very well be a first for me so he's just glad that it's something they can offer me at the moment.
Wanting to see how far he can go with me in public, his curiosity highly in need of this knowledge right now, Hoseok waits for a good opportunity to take action, and when one of the knights comes close enough that he can hear us to pick up some equipment from the floor, when his eyes do fall on us, the dragon knight immediately pulls me in by the waist to replace some baby hair that weren't bothering me with an eternal smile on his face.
"You should stay close, sweet thing, the wind will be very strong when Yoongi begins the landing and I wouldn't want you to get sand in your eyes, it can be uncomfortable otherwise" he says all sweetly as his thumb trails over my cheek, as if we were the only ones out here.
I nod my head softly with a blush tinting my skin, my heart stuttering in my chest because... where is this coming from so suddenly? But when I hear the knight gasp and run - probably to recount what he just heard to the others - it all makes sense.
"Shouldn't... don't we need to be careful so they don't find out about me being your mate, Sir Hoseok?" I ask him in a hushed whisper, and to that, Jimin and Taehyung laugh in amusement while Hoseok simply keeps his lovely smile on.
"They are not smart enough to come up with that answer on their own, sweet Aithne, don't you worry. Ah, here comes that mate of ours, he sure took his time. Look up".
Right as he says those words, the wind shifts in the air as a loud roar echoes in the sky to warn us of the dragon's arrival and my blood tingles with both nerves and excitement at the sheer strength of it, I can't believe I'm about to see such a rare sight in person!
The sound of the powerful wings moving air is almost overwhelming as a shadow casts over the entirety of the ground due to the sun getting blocked by a large mass, and when I look up with fascinated eyes, it is to find a magnificent beast lowering itself to the ground very gently as its eyes meet my own, the breeze that sways our way pushing me backwards before Hoseok and Taehyung hold me still with a grin.
My breath hitches in my throat as my brain tries to process the impressive image in front of me, this dragon has got to be the most beautiful creature I have ever been allowed to see in all of my short life. The matte scales are not even reflecting any light from how dark they are, is this what the colour of the night looks like?
It appeases me for some reason, the same way the starry sky does.
The landing appears to go smoothly for most of the process until the descent abruptly stops, and when the dragon turns its head around when a sudden movement catches its attention, I realize instantly that something is terribly wrong when I follow its gaze.
Right beneath the black mass of sharp edges, I find one of the young kids working here as a page trying to crouch away from the dangerously windy area that keeps him trapped in, the swords in his arms slipping out one after the other because of the strong wind that threatens to unearth even the biggest tree if this keeps going any longer.
My heart stops beating for a few seconds before resuming with a newfound rage that spreads throughout my whole body like fire, this cannot be real.
"Those worthless bugs, I can't believe they sent a kid to finish their job now of all times" I spit out with an anger that is ready to kill, and before any of the three men by my side can react to what I just said, I'm running ahead into the treacherous winds in the hopes of reaching the young boy before a blade unmistakably finds his head.
It's like stepping into a tornado when I first make it within the strangely visible dome, my arms both raised to protect my face when sand ultimately gets in my eyes, and moving in here is much, much harder to do than I first believed as a screech constantly attacks my ears, but seeing the kid in danger makes me push forward anyway because I will never forgive myself if I let something happen to him without doing anything.
The steady motions of the long wings above our heads is the only thing Yoongi can do to stay still and keep us safe at the same time as he waits for us to make it out from under him, and he absolutely hates everything about this situation.
If he tries to fly back in the sky, the wind will most likely get us wounded one way or another and he can't have that happen, never, but he'll be damned if he's not heard screaming bloody murder when this is over and the two of us are safe.
He glares at his younger mates to get them out of their stupor when he finds them still frozen, and the roar that accompanies it resonates from my ears all the way down to my toes as I try to fight against the wind.
I make it maybe halfway to the kid on my own before someone finally covers my back to help me push forward, and together we manage to grab the terrified boy by the collar before getting out of the danger zone as quickly as possible.
As soon as we're safe and away from the landing area, I collapse on the ground, gasping to catch my breath while the young boy's cries are finally heard, and the burn in my eyes is absolutely unbearable when a pair of hands forcefully pull me around to have a look at my face at my sound of pain, but adrenaline continues to run high and so I mindlessly push an angered Taehyung aside to kneel by the sobbing boy who's still holding onto the few swords he managed to save at the risk of his own life.
"Who told you to gather those swords?" I ask him immediately, and I need to shake him by the shoulders roughly to get my answer, but when he finally points a shaky finger at a face that I know well, when said knight looks away with a huff, I fully lose what little sanity I had left.
The noisy landing of the dragon covers most of what Taehyung says as he tries to keep me still, but I do hear myself tell him to let me go, that now's not the time before I'm storming towards the one who will have to relearn how to walk when I'm done with him.
Everyone around him has exactly four seconds to back off before I'm sending my fist across his face with all of my strength, and his scream as he pitifully falls to the ground is far from enough when I crouch over him to grab him by the scarf, bloody nose already pissing blood as I glower at him.
"What kind of sick bastard are you to put a kid in danger like that? You sent a kid to pick up stupid swords just as a dragon was about to land, you fucking arse! What part of being a knight do you not understand? Should I break your skull open myself to refresh your shitty memory?".
I am absolutely out of my mind, my soul boiling like there's a living hell flaring within me as I lash out my anger on this piece of trash, tears incessantly spilling out of my eyes because of the burning sensation as I try to force some sense inside his useless brain, do the knights here have no common sense at all?
Would they all send a kid to their death because it's easier than risking meeting their own?
That's a thought that makes me land one last heavy blow on his broken jaw before an arm around my stomach suddenly pulls me off the unconscious body, and I instantly lose all will to fight when my back bumps against a burning chest, the strong arms that close around my waist holding me up when my legs give way under my weight, empty eyes staring at the bloodied mess that I've made out of the knight while he gets pulled out of here by his panicked friends.
There's a very powerful aura to the person currently holding me as he gently lowers us to the ground until we're sitting on our knees, and when my body begins to shake as I process all that happened in such a short amount of time, a husky voice hushes softly against my ear with a comforting squeeze of the arms that makes me feel safer than ever.
"It's okay, sweetheart, it's over now. Calm, breathe, feel" the deep, slow voice whispers, and when his hands begin to rub uneven shapes on my sides, lips gentle as they caress my neck, I finally let my body melt and fall with shut eyes, a silent exhale that purges my body of the overpowering emotions that had taken over me.
"There you go, just like that. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart, you showed him exactly what piece I had on my mind and none of us would have done it as beautifully as you did. The kid is safe thanks to you, and it also won't ever happen again thanks to you. This is how you force common sense into imbeciles here so don't worry about that twit, he'll survive".
It is easy to tell that every knights and servants have left the training ground because of how silent it has gotten and that helps in my calming down as I listen to his voice, being alone here is much better than having everyone's eyes on me.
"Are you trying to encourage her to do it again, Yoongi? Though I have to admit that you really did a number on him, dear, he's going to need weeks to recover from that one" Jimin chides before sighing as he reaches our duo on the ground.
"You have so much sand on your face... let me clean you up a little before you get more in your eyes, it must hurt a lot. Are your hands painful too?" Jimin asks sweetly, and I make a tiny noise as he begins to dust my face carefully.
"The hands are fine, Jimin, just throbbing a bit. Is Taehyung still mad at me? I pushed him away earlier when I was seeing red, I didn't mean to do that" I ask them my own question when I remember the way he'd tried to stop me, but the man answers himself when he joins us with Hoseok.
"I'm not mad at you, little one, just worried. You caused us such a fright when you ran off earlier, you know? I had no idea you would suddenly put yourself under a dragon so close to the ground like you did, it was very dangerous. You should've let us handle the situation ourselves, bravery will not keep you from dying".
I huff softly at Taehyung's comment, not an ounce of desire in my body to exit the warmth currently holding me, this must be Yoongi.
What a first meeting, once more. They keep getting worse than the last.
"Maybe not bravery, but being furious helps. I wasn't going to die before I could get one on that asshole. Still... I'm sorry, Taehyung, my feet were moving on their own and before I knew it, it was too late to turn around. Thank you for helping me to save the young boy, I really had a hard time moving because of the wind".
Taehyung sighs and Hoseok pats his back softly, a soundless request to drop it for now.
"Just... don't do it again, please. I would hate for one of us to have to live with the guilt of having hurt you, you can't imagine how painful it would be for us. Yoongi did a very hard thing earlier, it's not easy to remain stable like he did when we're so close to the ground".
Unable to open my eyes because of Jimin who tries to get the sand off of my lids and lashes, I instead open and raise my okay-ish hand palm upwards as my way to comfort him. I guess I really did something reckless, again.
The dragon knight carefully accepts my hand, knuckles caressed by his thumbs as he stares at the blood, is it mine or that other soldier's? He should've done more to stop me when he still could.
He can scarcely believe what happened as a result of his lacking, even Yoongi was shocked into silence when he saw me aggressively throwing punches on the knight, him who was ready to raise hell because he could've killed his new mate and he would've been powerless about it.
"Yoongi, I'm sorry for putting you in such a scary position earlier, I didn't realize that you would've been the one living with the repercussions of my decision had anything happened" I apologize to the man holding me next and he hums, chin resting on my shoulder before he inhales deeply.
"As long as you don't try to be a hero every time someone throws themselves underneath a dragon, I'll let this one go, but do it again and I'm not going to play nice. I was seriously going to scold you very harshly when I finally landed and shifted".
I purse my lips lightly at that knowledge, I'm glad he went for a hug instead. Hugs can be nice. Being scolded by an angry dragon? Not so much.
"I won't test my limits on this one. Thank you for helping me to calm down instead of getting mad, I probably would've cried if you did".
"You were already crying when he reached your side, young Aithne".
"Thank you for not making me cry more then, geez".
"Are you giving us attitude now?".
"I-"
"Maybe we should bring her to the infirmary to have a look at her hands and eyes for now, you can continue this banter once she's cleaned off all the dirt, I doubt this must be comfortable for her".
"Hoseok's right, as usual... can you stand, sweetheart? Let's go slowly".
---
If there is one thing that Taehyung seems to have registered about me up to now, it is that I like reading in the library, so I should not be surprised when I am forbidden of everything except for that one thing.
No, what I am instead surprised about is how the four dragons have decided to stay with me to do the very same thing in the silence of the large empty room, as if they were here only to take a vacation.
I know that they all joined Taehyung here because of me, they did not have any tasks to accomplish in Orton, else they wouldn't be so taken by the stories of their choosing, but it still makes me feel awkward.
I could avoid a harsh punishment from Commander Rayner because everything was done for the sake of saving a defenseless young page under our care, but I was denied dinner for the sake of avoiding an uproar since I did go a bit too far on the man who will need to keep his mouth shut until his jaw heals.
Not that it's a bad thing, he did deserve it.
I look up from my book after a moment to stare at a focused Yoongi who took a seat in front of me while the others went for the table right next to ours, and I clear my throat to get his attention.
"Sir Yoongi-"
The dragon knight instantly hisses like a wild cat before I can even ask my question and I freeze like a statue under his narrowed eyes, what was that for?!
"Are you really going to go back to calling us Sir after earlier, Y/N? Am I a stranger? Do we not have the same mark on our skin? Call me Sir one last time and I'll make sure you regret it. It makes my skin crawl to have a mate call me that".
Unsettled by the sudden outburst, I purse my lips before glancing at the three other men who seem to share his opinion when they quickly nod their head to confirm the statement. They weren't a big fan of the Sir either.
"But what if someone hears me address you by name only? Your rank is much higher than mine" I ask sheepishly, and his black eyes fall on me a second time with a bored look on his face.
"What if they hear you, Y/N? What will they do, hm? Are they going to scream at you? Are they going to attack you? Can you not defend yourself if that happens?".
Intimidated by his sarcastic tone, the strong energy that emanates from him somehow making him scarier in this particular occasion, I make myself smaller in my seat as I meet his gaze with a pout.
"I can defend myself, that's not the issue" I utter in a murmur and to that, he hums in satisfaction before lowering his gaze to his book again.
"Then we don't care about what others have to say, that's what happens. If we're fine with you calling us only by name, that is our business, not theirs, but if they say anything to you..." he huffs after contemplating for a moment, "just show them your teeth and they'll back off".
Jimin makes a giggling noise while Taehyung and Hoseok smile and I exhale deeply before staring at the book in front of me.
I should show them my teeth? What am I, a dog?
"No one will say anything on this matter, young Aithne, Yoongi is only playing with you. They've seen how close we are so they will not dare do something that might anger us" Taehyung assures me with a gentle tone and I give him a grateful glance, that's a language I understand better.
"I have my doubts, but I'll stop using your title then since you gave me permission. Now... Yoongi, I wanted to know before you so graciously cut me off if you could be so kind as to release my foot from your trampling. Despite what you seem to believe, it is not the table's leg and my toes are getting numb".
Jimin falls into a bigger giggling fit as the dark-haired man blushes at the unexpected question, his intimidating nature completely gone as he lifts his foot sheepishly with a scratch to his neck.
"Sorry... you should've said something sooner if it was getting that bad" he mumbles quietly but at my quirked eyebrow, he grumbles again, "but you already tried before I cut you off. Sorry, I'll be more careful".
Jimin is still giggling from his table besides ours, the sight that we make apparently highly entertaining to the point of tilting his chair back, and I get to see live as he loses his balance before falling down with the chair, the loud crash noise accompanied by a grunt before he resumes laughing on his own.
"Don't mind him, sweet Aithne, it happens all the time" Hoseok says when he finds me looking unsure about the situation, but I still decide to go help him when he struggles to free himself from between the chair and the table, his tears meeting the floor as he twists in laughter.
What a mighty dragon.
---
When the next morning states its arrival with the first rays of sunshine that rain down from the sky through the thick clouds dotted here and there, I am already awake and in the training ground, sword in hand as I practice against a wooden dummie to make up for yesterday's wasted time.
I couldn't bear to remain in bed when I felt so restless and anxious, but even after hours of training with the stars as my sole witnesses, I still can't tell if it has made me feel better or not.
There's this feeling in my chest that keeps making me feel as if danger is near, as if I need to run away from something I do not know to reach a place that I cannot describe and it's been bothering me so much.
What am I supposed to run away from exactly? What would change if I did? I hate when this happens.
When I run out of breath, my heart pounding away but my guts still twisting uncomfortably, I decide to drop the training to head to the stable instead, hoping to find there some mercy, and as soon as my eyes fall on Eclipse, I release a soft sigh of relief, a smile pulling on my lips as I make my way to her awaiting giddiness.
"Hey there sweet girl" I murmur as I reach her door, hands finding her neck while she blows air through her nose against my face, and as she always does when she feels me unwell like this, she then rests her chin on my back to pull me into a hug, one like only a horse can give.
She makes a soft sound to encourage me and my arms also close around her to accept this soothing that she willingly gives whenever I need it.
"Things are moving so fast, Eclipse, it feels like I don't have control over anything now" I murmur into her neck, the hug still held strong because she knows I need more, she always seems to know when I’ve had my fill and when I need all the love in the world.
"I keep feeling like I need to run away to some kind of magical place and no matter how hard I try to make it stop, it won't work. It's been going on for hours now and it’s starting to make me feel nauseous, how do I make it stop? I really don't know what to do anymore, Eclipse" I continue while holding onto her tightly, because just talking about this with her helps in making me feel less alone.
She makes a concerned noise before nudging the side of my head and I smile a little. I’m so glad to have her by my side, I don’t know how I could survive for so long here otherwise, this place is bad for my mental health.
The sudden sound of rolling rocks and dried mud cracking under the weight of a foot serves to make a presence known in the silence and I startle, my body jumping high enough that Eclipse needs to push more weight on my shoulder to avoid breaking the hug just yet.
I would be more on my guards normally, but her lack of surprise tells me enough - she knew someone was here from the beginning and it apparently isn’t anyone I should be wary of, which can only mean it’s one of the dragons.
"Do you often feel that way, Y/N?" a gentle, low voice that I recognize well asks me after a moment and when I turn around to find Hoseok tilting his head at me from where he's leaning against a pillar by the entrance, I purse my lips before nodding my head.
"Hoseok... I didn't hear you come, good morning. It happens every once in a while? It'll sometimes wake me up in the middle of the night, like a feeling of fear crawling up my spine, and then I feel that urge to do something to keep myself busy because if I don't, it gets worse. I tried to pretend like it was nothing once but I only got sick in the end so now I always do some training to make it stop. It works less often than I want to admit though".
The red-haired man pushes himself from the sturdy pillar to join my side by Eclipse’s stall, and I observe as he shows her his hand before petting her cheek with a soft hum, his warmth comforting as it reaches my cold skin - nights are always freezing in Orton since we're so close to the desert.
"Have you noticed if it usually happens when something new occurs around you? Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi and I arrived into your life without warning, not to forget our three missing mates who will get here at random times, it's a lot to handle for one person. Does the uncertain and unplanned side of it all make you anxious?" he asks next with an obvious knowledge on the matter, his clear eyes falling on my form to better see my reaction as I answer him.
I take some time to think about it, mind trying to remember all the other times when I woke up in a nervous sweat, was there always something to trigger this sensation of danger? Could their sudden appearance in my life have a say in why I feel that way this morning?
"I... I'm not sure, Hoseok. I don't think that's quite it? It might have more to do with the fact that I can't keep up with life sometimes, like days are simply going... too fast for me. I've been like that ever since I got here for the first time, it felt as if... I didn't have any stability beneath my feet anymore, as if everything could crumble any time. I guess I just have yet to find a stable ground to stand on" I explain somberly before laughing awkwardly, where did that come from?
"It's not really anything to do with you and the others, Hoseok, I'm just a bit dramatic so please ignore what I just said. It'll pass soon, it always does" I assure him as I bring my attention back to Eclipse, heart a little distressed by what I said, have I always felt like this and I just didn't know?
The dragon stares at me for a bit longer before inhaling deeply, his crossed arms on the door as he stares at the wooden ceiling.
"I once felt exactly the same way, did you know? That was back when I was a lot younger, around your age actually. Back then, I used to be a wanderer, I didn't care much about being a dragon knight like the other dragons I grew up with and would prefer being on my own, soaring in the sky for days before finding a quiet place to rest so I could do it all over again. You could describe that way of living as being lazy, but I was content living that life, it made me feel happy".
Taken aback by what I'm hearing, I glance at Hoseok to find him already smiling at me, like he can now understand that reaction.
"One day, while I was resting on the ground in some cold, snowy mountains, I met Seokjin, our eldest mate. The burn on my skin as the mark woke up for the first time... he literally had to fly after me to avoid losing me forever, I'd never shifted and fled as fast as I did that day, I was freaked out of my mind" he reveals with a laugh while my eyes widen, he did what?
"You fled? But I thought every dragons wanted to meet and be with their mates" I ask him, shocked, and he makes an amused sound before nodding his head.
"Trust me, I wanted my mates, sweet Aithne, whoever they were, but a knight?" he huffs. "My way of living couldn't accept that reality. I was a free spirit, carefree, I couldn't be with someone who was bound to the law and its rules, that was a prison and I wanted nothing to do with being locked inside".
Who would've known... he was the total opposite of me then, we grew up with completely different beliefs.
"When Seokjin finally caught up to me and made me spill everything, we agreed to a middle ground that I could live with. He owned a house in a calm village at the time so his idea went as such - I would settle there alone first, and after warming up to him through plenty of dates, I could join him in the capital where we would be together like we were always meant to be. It seemed simple enough so I agreed even though I wasn't very confident that it would work".
He smiles bitterly as he remembers the past, it makes me worry about him despite knowing that things are going well between them today.
"As I had expected to happen, it didn't take long before I started feeling just like you described - like the ground I was walking on was suddenly gone. I missed the sky, I missed the freedom, the silence, days were flying by yet I couldn't remember a single one of them. So one day, in the middle of the night, I left. I thought it would be best for the both of us, I left a note behind and then disappeared.
It felt good at first, like I had gotten back my joy of living, my stable ground. The sky was my only known territory, that was where I found the most peace, where I could strive the most, that was home to me. That's what I thought anyway. When thoughts of Seokjin started coming back to mind... that peace also started to change. I began to miss him deeply, and the sky soon became a prison".
I look down at his words, how did he feel at that moment? When the only place he could call home started to feel like a cage, the very thing he was trying to avoid? I can somehow imagine what it must have felt like.
"When I finally understood why I was feeling that way, I felt very conflicted about what to do. On one hand, there was this place that made me feel lost, trapped, that was where I could see my mate, but on the other hand, going back meant giving up on all that I knew. I couldn't abandon him twice so I had to make up my mind. In the end, the hardest decision to make also ended up being the easiest.
I found myself back to that village before I knew it and indeed, there he was waiting for me with tears in his eyes. He didn't even get mad when I shamefully walked up to him, he simply cried before hugging me and thanking me for coming back to him. He said that he believed in the memories we shared together, he had faith that they would bring me back one day. That's when I realized something important".
He turns on his heels to face me, hands getting a hold of my own while Eclipse stands tall between us, her satisfied gaze on the dragon who decided to open up about something private in the hopes of helping me cope with my emotions.
"I used to feel safe in the sky because it was all I had known at the time, so when I met Seokjin, he ended up broadening my world with new things that I wasn't ready to experience. He forced my limits to find a new ground on which to settle and because I wasn't open to that change, I gave up before I could find that new safety.
When I went back to the sky... it didn't feel the same anymore because I hadn’t allowed those limits to find a new home in what I had built with him. I couldn't allow myself to see what had happened as an occasion to learn and that in turn made me lose my footing - I was so focused on the past that I lost sight of the present, of the future".
I frown, not quite understanding what it is that he's trying to say with this and he chuckles, thumbs soft as they slide over my knuckles in a comforting manner.
"You never accepted Orton as your home, did you? You kept looking back towards the things that you lost, you kept remembering the life you had in Goldwyn and the people that you left there, so you never allowed your expended world to settle down into the now.
You were so busy dreaming of getting that life back, that you completely lost sight of the present, just like I did. Seeking a home that you cannot have without claiming another one, no matter how brief it remains one, is enough to get homesick, Y/N".
I meet his gaze in silence as I try to fully process the implications of his words, his touch against my skin helping to ground me into the present time, something I’ve failed to do for much too long now.
From the moment I set foot here all those years ago, from the moment I met the people living here, both in the town and in the fortress, I immediately knew that I could never see Orton as a place to call home, and though I longed to, I couldn't call Goldwyn home either because it wasn't anymore.
I left family behind in my goal to offer my mother a mean to live a long and healthy life, to help my father in supporting our growing family, but the cost of such a goal was that I had to throw myself into unknown and unwelcoming lands that made me afraid of the tomorrow every single night.
Is that when I began to look behind me instead of forward? To avoid facing this loneliness that followed me everywhere I went, losing myself in daydreams seemed like the obvious choice to make, but was it the right one?
I was too proud to treat this place like it meant something to me, so instead I left my soul to float in an abyss of confusion. I have forced myself to live fourteen years of my life as if being here was only temporary, when until now, it was all but temporary.
I felt like I couldn't keep up with life, like everything went too fast for me, but it was only because I was closing my eyes.
"I inflicted upon myself homesickness like a fool” I finally murmur as it all sinks in, the ugly truth being that I did this to myself, and Hoseok smiles lightly before sighing, my hands brought to his chest where I can feel even more heat emanating from his fire core.
“You were not a fool. It is hard to find a home in a place that does not make you feel like you belong, know that as the truth. You were left on your own at such a young age, in a town that does not treat women well, there was not much you could do in such circumstances.
I truly believe that you did your best with what you had at your disposal, sweetie, no matter how lacking that was. You should be proud that you held on for so long, I’m sure your family is incredibly proud of you, but you deserve to do something good for yourself now. You’ve done enough”.
Have I?
I bite on the inner side of my lips, gaze cast down to hide the emotions taking place in my eyes.
I know that my family is proud of me, they let me know all the time in the letters they send me, I can taste it in the food my mother sends from time to time, but have I done enough for them? She is still sick because I cannot afford better healthcare, I don’t even know if they get to eat three meals a day, heck, I can’t even afford school for Maite.
“Y/N, look at me”.
I blink a few tears away before doing as told, and the weight of his hazelnut eyes on me ultimately causes more to roll down my cheeks. It is too early to hear words that are spoken from the heart, how am I supposed to resist the tears when they are all I have at the moment?
“Listen to me, sweetie. You have done enough. You have put yourself through such a hard time to take care of the people you love, you accepted to live such a lonely life for their sake and you never asked for more. You have done enough, do you hear me? You have done enough, Y/N Aithne Shields” he repeats the words I cannot believe over and over again, as if knowing that I need to hear them until I break, and the lump in my throat along with my wobbling chin are all he needs to see to know that his words reached me, if only a little.
He brings my fingers to his lips to pepper my skin softly, something so sweet and simple, yet it makes my heart burst with so much love and peace that I need to shut my eyes tightly just to avoid the torrent of tears that threatens to come out anytime now, especially when I feel Eclipse nudge my cheek with a blow of the nose.
“You are not alone anymore, my sweet mate, say the word and we will help you to offer them a good life. Whatever you need for them, we will make it happen, okay? You need to begin living this life for yourself, you have given enough of your happiness for the sake of others, do you understand me? You have done more than enough so let us be good to you from now on. Hm?” he utters the end so sweetly that I can only smile with a wet chuckle.
“Would that really be okay? To ask for your help? Can I really live selfishly now?” I ask tearfully, and he makes a gentle noise before wiping my cheeks with his thumbs.
“I told you, sweetie, just say the word and we will move entire mountains for you”.
A small sniffle.
“Then… the word, please”.
Hoseok’s face lightens up with laughter at my literal take of his words and he softly nudges my nose with his own, something he needs to bend low to reach, it makes my heart melt like warm butter as my cheeks turn red.
“You are so adorable, sweet Aithne, absolutely delightful. Your horse is just like you as well, warmhearted and kind, it felt like magic to see her try to comfort you, you make a very unique pair. Now, how about we go join the others for breakfast, hm? We can talk more about this after you get some food in your stomach, what do you think?”.
My eyes fall on a dancing Eclipse and I giggle before nodding my head, body melting into Hoseok’s side when he pulls me closer with a content smile on his face.
“Let us go, then, before they begin to shout our names for all to hear-”
“HOSEOK! Y/N! WHERE! ARE! YOU! FOOD IS READY”.
“Just as I thought. Let’s run, hurry hurry!”.
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Headcanons for the House of the Dragon Men As Your Soulmate
A/N: this includes Aegon, Aemond, Cregan, Daemon, Harwin, and Jace. I also put the trope used next to their names 🥰
TW: profanity, violence, innuendo
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Aegon (hearing soulmate’s thoughts)
-the intrusive thoughts in that deep voice really begin to bother you when you turn fourteen, which you assume your soulmate also is
-that’s apparently when he starts noticing girls, constantly thinking about fucking, about their bodies, also you’re pretty sure your soulmate is engaging in underage drinking
-aegon hears your thoughts of annoyance and starts thinking even more lascivious thoughts to purposely annoy you, in truth, he finds the way your voice sounds in his head to be entirely adorable when you're angry, and so, it could be assumed he's doing this all on purpose
-you meet the royal family for the first time when your family visits king's landing
-your soulmate is busy thinking to himself how absolutely beautiful some woman standing in front of him is and how he wants to rip her dress off her body (interestingly enough, it sounds quite similar to the dress YOU are wearing right now) but you ignore him and continue greeting the royal family
-your eyes lock with prince aegon's beautiful lilac ones and you find yourself thinking how handsome the king's eldest son is
-aegon's eyes go wide with delight as he hears your thoughts and then, you hear him speak for the first time, recognizing his voice as the one inside your head
-"my lady, might i just say that dress looks absolutely beautiful on you," he grins, kissing your hand before standing up to lean in toward you, his lips brushing against your ear, "though im quite sure you look much better out of it"
-needless to say, the two of you have to get the wedding arranged quite quickly since after all these years of sinful thoughts he put in your head, you can hardly keep your hands off of him
Aemond (soulmate’s name tattooed on their wrist)
-aemond purposely avoids anyone who shares the same name as you because he doesn’t believe in the concept of soulmates and thinks it’s all a farce essentially
-though, in spite of himself, he finds him name tracing the name etched on his wrist every so often, wondering where you are, what you look like
-soon enough, his mother comes in, excited, telling him that his soulmate has been found
-he's reluctant to come down and meet you at first, but realizes you may be just as apprehensive about the whole situation as he is
-and you most certainly are, standing in the banquet hall, nervously snacking on lemon cakes, wondering if your soulmate's reputation is truly warranted
-but then, when the two of you lock eyes on each other, it's as though there's a magnet pulling you together, and each step comes quicker then the last until you're standing face to face
-aemond bows lowly, introducing himself and taking your hand in his, kissing it as a gentleman does
-you give him the sweetest, kindest, most genuine smile he thinks he's ever seen from another human being, and you look upon his scar and his eyepatch without fear or disdain, in fact, you seem to find him quite handsome if he isn't mistaken
-you formally introduce yourself to him and state that you're sorry it took so long to find him, you were afraid of meeting your soulmate and so kept your mark hidden for a long time
-aemond understands this, offering you his arm and asking if you'd like to take a tour around the keep with him and get to know each other
-you tell him you can think of nothing you want more
Cregan (countdown to meeting soulmate on wrist)
-ever since cregan’s tattoo showed up on his wrist, his life’s purpose has changed to just making it through until the timer finally hits zero
-he may seem cold and brutish to others at first glance, but the northern lord is a true romantic at heart; he looks forward to finding his soulmate and spoiling you with all the love and affection in the world
-similarly, you continually glance at the countdown on your wrist, willing it to go faster, six months more feels like far too long, you can hardly stand it
-the countdown ends during what was later known as the hour of the wolf, cregan's short time serving as hand of the king to aegon the younger
-your family arrives to pledge fealty to king aegon iii, and as the clock strikes 0, you lay eyes on the handsome stark and he lays eyes on you
-none have seen him smile up to this point, the realm has been at warm and he has had no reason to
-but when he sees you, aegon the younger laughs happily, patting the stark on his back and urging him to go to you
-the two of you meet for the first time in the throne room, cregan all but running up to you and taking you into his arms, whispering about how long he's waited to meet you
-you tell him that you feel blessed by the old gods and the new to have someone as honorable and brave as him as your soulmate, something that causes the normally stoic man's cheeks to flush bright red
-a week later, you two are married in the red keep, and you return with him to winterfell to be the lady wife of the warden of the north
Daemon (feeling your soulmate’s pain)
-your soulmate has to be a masochist, you find yourself thinking as you’re laid up in bed, groaning in pain
-either that or he's just a very unlucky man, you muse to yourself
-daemon, on the other hand, genuinely feels as though he's going to die when he shares the pains you get during have your blood
-he lays in bed the entire week, moaning in pain, wondering how his poor soulmate is even alive if this is how awful it feels
-genuinely he finds the pain you endure to be much worse than any of the injuries he's faced in battle
-when you meet prince daemon for the first time, it's at the tourney in honor of prince baelon's nameday and you experience his pain when he's ousted off his horse by ser criston cole
-daemon hears a grunt of pain from the crowd and looks up to see you, looking as though you experienced the fall the same way as he did
-ignoring the tourney, he immediately runs up in the stands to you, taking off his helmet
-"i'm sorry for any pain i've caused you, my love," he says, taking your face in his hands, "but i must admit the battle you face every month is far worse than anything i've experienced in my entire life"
-realizing he's referring to your monthly blood, you burst into laughter and lean up to kiss him, the two of you embracing in much too passionate a way for the hand of the king's tastes
-though daemon merely gives him the rudest hand gesture he can manage and leads you off to his chambers so the two of you may get to know each other
Harwin (seeing color when you meet your soulmate)
-harwin breakbones is an intimidating man at first glance and he knows it, he's very likely the strongest man in all the seven kingdoms
-but he's also very much so one of the kindest, most honorable souls in said kingdoms as well
-he sees color for the first time at the hunt celebrating prince aegon's nameday, and at first, he thinks it's the lovely princess rhaenyra who has caused him to see color
-however, she gives him a grin and says she's been able to see color for some time, however, that you, her lady in waiting and closest friend, have just begun to see color today
-she steps aside, revealing you to ser harwin, and he's shocked by how beautiful you are, how sweet and kind your eyes are, and just how gorgeous your smile is
-you curtsy to him, greeting him as lord strong and he can't help himself from immediately lifting you into his arms and embracing you tightly
-he's embarrassed by his own actions at first, but then he hears you giggle and feels your arms wrap around him, embracing him back, as he spins you around, the two of you lost in your own little world
-when you tell rhaenyra you'll be needing to leave her service as ser harwin has asked you to be her lady wife, all she can do is squeal with happiness and demand to hear every last detail of your meeting with your soulmate
-and she insists on every last detail, including whether ser harwin's strength and endurance carries over into certain other aspects of your relationship, which you assure her it very much so does
Jace (soulmate’s first words to them written on their arm)
-jace feels a sense of amusement every time he looks at the words tattooed on his arm, “watch where you’re going, you stupid fucking cunt!”
-he knows right away that from your very first meeting, things will never be dull with you
-the words on your arm make you realize that your soulmate is probably the sweetest person on the planet, "im so, so, so very sorry, my lady, im an idiot, i apologize!"
-you feel a little bad at the thought that you're going to terrorize this pour soul enough to where he's going to be rambling and calling himself an idiot, but it still is quite funny
-the fateful first meeting happens when you and your family visit king's landing for a tourney in honor of the prince of dragonstone's nameday
-when an, admittedly quite handsome, young man bumps into you, spilling his ale on your brand new dress from highgarden, you begin shrieking (like a banshee, your brothers will later tease) "watch where you're going, you stupid fucking cunt!"
-jace doesn't realize the words you've spoken at first, too busy admiring you (and the now wet bodice of your dress) and stuttering out his apology, "im so, so, so very sorry, my lady, im an idiot, i apologize!"
-the realization hits the pair of you at the same time as you both look down at the words on your arms which have now disappeared
-jace gives you a grin, "looks like i've just met the future queen of the realm"
-you realize that this is in fact prince jacaerys, your eyes going wide, a bit in surprise and a bit in embarrassment that you called the future king a cunt
-jace doesn't seem to care, immediately taking you by the hand to introduce his soulmate to the rest of his family
-luke, having seen the whole thing, is struggling to hold back his snickers
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ambrosiagoldfish · 2 months
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First time requesting anything sooo let me know if I get anything wrong but,,, could I request some dragon!reader x Venti (Genshin Impact) fluff ? Dragon in like... The way that Zhongli is with a dragon and a humanoid form. let me know if I should send another ask with anything additional,,
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Venti x Dragon! Reader
Safe for all Audiences!
Warnings: None! Just pure fluff and Gn! Reader!
Request Box: Open
Word count: 1634
A/N: Hi, thank you for the request! I’m sorry it took so long! There was a lot of hiccups that came up this past week, but I’m happy to finally have had gotten to finishing this!
I wasn’t sure if you wanted a Fluff Fic or head-canons so I did both! I would have asked you but I was already upset that it took this long to write, so I decided not to! I also wrote it to be romantic! I hope this is ok! If not, just shoot me another request and I’ll make you a new one!!
Proofread but of course I could have missed something.
He was first introduced to you via The Traveler, and right away he could tell something about you reminded him a lot of that "old block-head" as Venti so eloquently puts it. Of course, you weren’t anything like Zhongli, but there were some very similar aspects between the two of you at a more biological level.
It didn't take him long to figure it out though, despite his carefree and lovable nature, he is quite perceptive. He could tell from the power imitating from you, that you weren't some regular run of the mill Allogene. The power that you gave off wasn't exactly like his or even most of the other archons it was more… Pure? Something more undisturbed than most elemental beings.
Whatever you were, he wasn't sure if you were open about it, Him, being an Archon, would make him relate to you regarding hiding the truth about yourself, if that is the case. So he decided to ask you about it alone. You were a bit hesitant at first to outright admit it, especially to a person who seemed so interested. Being an Elemental beast, were able to sense an alarming amount of Anemo Energy coming from this short drunkard bard, way too much to just be some regular mortal.
When you finally reveal yourself to be a dragon, he's honestly pretty excited. He's only ever met 4 dragons in his 2600+ year life span, Zhongli, who was just annoyed by any questions he would ask, Dvalin, who, despite being one of his closest friends, is also annoyed by many of his drunken inquiries. Durin and Ursa the Drake tried destroying Mondstadt so they were definitely not an option... So he's been dying to ask a vishap some questions.
And Immediately they started
"Dragon's have hoards, right? Surely there has to be a teensy bit of fine wine there? No? Darn it..."
"Can you breathe fire?!"
"Is it true that dragon's are scared of mice? Eh... Wait! no! That's Elephants. Nevermind!"
It was quite a lot to process and answer them all in time before he went on to the next question. Eventually he seemed to run out of them, that or he saw how distressed you were trying to keep up.
"That's enough questions for today, Ehe! Next time we should have our conversation over a nice cold glass of cider!"
"Next time?"
Venti then, from that day forward, had the two of you meeting up more and more, He would bring the drinks, both Alcoholic and Non-Alcoholic, depending on if you drink or not. and every time, Venti would somehow come up with more and more questions about your heritage, nonstop rambling of questions that would go from dusk till dawn. He seemed to never run out of them. But eventually he would start asking questions that weren't about your Draconic lifestyle. Things like,
"So Y/n, have you ever dated anyone before?"
"Hey Yn! Have you heard that the Windblume Festival is coming soon? Ehe, What do you think the original windblume was? Cecilia? Great choice!"
"Have you ever been to Windrise? It's the place with the huge tree! Huh? eh, You haven't? I'll make sure to show you sometime"
The Windblume festival finally comes around, the whole of Mondstadt was in a fury of unending joy, there were games, foods and deserts, the entire of the city’s buildings were all decorated in many different flowers and ribbons. Dandelions soared through the air, each one carrying the wish of a soul in Mondstadt.
The Day was fantastic, but it seems Venti had more energy to spend after the day's festivities, Venti drags you by the hand through the decorated city streets, past the vendor's shops, and over the bridge, all while you were blindfolded. Of course, you were a little scared being led through all these places without even knowing where exactly you were, but your elemental sense was top notch, not to mention your regular senses at that. So you knew you weren't in any real danger.
"Venti, this is a bit dramatic, even for you"
"Eh he… very funny Y/n, but we're almost there! Just a few more steps and... There!"
The pulling of your hand suddenly stops and Venti’s hand lets go of yours, with one quick motion the blindfold obscuring your eyes was snatched clean off. It took a second for your eyes to adjust, the sun beginning to set but even then being blindfolded caused even the slightest of light to sting your eyes.
Looking up, a big tree hung over you both, lying under the tree, just by the roots, was a checkered red and white blanket layed across the viridescent grass, a seemingly warnout picnic basket layed atop it. From where you stood you could make out a plethora of food and drinks, Pie, Dandelion wine, Apples. You certainly knew there was more, you could tell just from your sense of smell.
But the most notable feature about the fairytale esq scene in front of you was Venti, holding something, a bouquet of Ceclia’s
"These are what you believe to be the original Windblume right? I picked them myself so, rest assured! They’re guaranteed to be the best of quality, ehe!"
"Y/n, the time we’ve spent together these past few months have meant the world to me... Since the moment you arrived in Mondstadt, you’ve been tangled up in every thought of my mind, you've become all I can think about, my one and only worry, my muse, my... everything... What I'm trying to say is, Y/n, I love you and if you feel the same, could you continue being my muse?" His arms stretch slightly to you, offering you the bouquet in his hand.
Everything about this, the scenery, the way he asked, down to the golden hour from the sun, it was all so unforgettable. Your hands slowly move to grasp the Cecilia’s, bringing them up to your face and smelling them.
“Nothing would make me happier, Venti”
Venti’s eyes lit up, blush washed his face as a soft breeze quickly caried him over to you as he practically tackled you into his embrace, the sudden forces causes you both to spin in each others arms, all while Venti’s heartfelt laugh drowns out all other sounds.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” His voice grew louder with the repetition as a gleeful smile plastered on his face. He reaches back from his embrace, quickly grabbing his lyre and giving it a few test strums.
“The day isn’t over yet! Allow me to serenade you with a song I’ve made especially for you, my muse.”
And with that, you both continued to laugh and sing throughout the night. The sounds of the feverish festivities of you both echoed through Windrise, your love that would last for eons to come, dancing across the wind.
You both truly, couldn’t be happier.
HEADCANONS
Venti always makes sure that he’s always there for you when you aren’t your best mentally or physically. He cudddles you when your sad, listens to you when you’re upset. Overall he may be a loud bard but he’s also a great listener!
And speaking of cuddles he LOVES them. Since youre a dragon, your body temperature is a lot higher than humans, so he loves the warmth close to him. And if you ever decide to cuddle while IN dragon form then he wouldn’t let you leave for a while. (I also headcanon that since he’s a wind spirit, his body temperature isn’t that high so he’s often a little cold, so an S/o with a high body temperature would be perfect for him)
Regardless of if you can fly or not in dragon form, he loves to go on walks with you, and by “walks” I mean YOU do the walking and he just sits on your back. If you CAN fly than he’d be less of a koala and actually fly with you.
(You may have scared a few of the locals but love is love)
If there’s ever a time that you have to fight, either to protect him, yourself or something else, he will always have your back. Of course, him being a Wind Spirit and an Archon he has at least some power but after losing his Gnosis and him being demoted to the least powerful archon, he’s not incredibly strong. But you being a dragon seems to make up for his lack of power. The times you’ve saved him from some lowly fatuus trying to ambush him, he really couldn’t be more thankful.
He’s really into PDA (no surprise there) so kisses, handholding, etc are all commonplace. He's also always bringing you gifts like food. He’s not much of a baker, but he’d try to make anything for you that you’d want. (Just uh… don’t expect it to be anything spectacular)
Gifts he likes are Cider (obvi) and of course, Apples! You’d get him the finest of wines, (that’s totally not from your dragon hoard, because you are TOTALLY not that kind of dragon •-•^) and he would love them more each time.
He would eventually introduce you to Dvailn (it’s his best bud so it’s a given you’d meet him eventually) and Zhongli who he thought you two might have something in common with.
Overall, having a dragon S/o is one of the best things to happen to him (Tied only with that time Diluc accidentally left his wine cellar unlocked) He’s always wanting to learn more about you and loves spending time with you!
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gentrychild · 10 months
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I have been waiting for this moment Gentry. I came prepared
Anyone AU where Izuku can see/hear/communicate in general with the vestiges while he's awake the moment the quirk sinks in. He did not sign up for a haunted house but it's what he got and spite won't let him quit
1 - Now, if Izuku had known that the quirk he planned to steal was extremely haunted, he definitely would have taken some time for reflection before stealing it. He would have stolen it all the same but he definitely would have hesitated.
2 - The Vestiges, Yoichi included (since this happened a couple of months before the Tartarus break-out) are trying to bring Izuku on the right path and to make him give back the quirk by being extremely annoying. No more personal space. Ghosts talking or singing or interrupting him at any time of the day. Most annoying roommates ever.
3 - While Shouto can't see or hear the Vestiges, he is aware that Izuku is haunted and every time he meets Izuku, he greets the eight ghosts (though Flame Might doesn't have much of a conversation) and the Vestiges are getting along pretty well with him.
4 - Now, a little before Eri got kidnapped, the Vestiges sat down and actually asks Izuku how he is doing to remain so composed and calm despite being haunted by seven ghosts determined to annoy him. Izuku calmly points out that he was bullied for a decade because he was quirkless. Compared to what he went through in Aldera, what the Vestiges are doing is downright cute.
5 - This marks a complete shift with how the Vestiges consider Izuku. It recontextualizes everything they thought they knew about him and now they are worried. Their relationship changes and, ironically, Izuku finds them far more unbearable now that they are preoccupied by his mental health.
+ 1 - The vestiges were ridiculously close to have Izuku give back OFA to All Might but then, AFO ruined everything by demanding the quirk in exchange of another quirk and it triggered Izuku's grumpy dragon instinct and now, he is never letting OFA go.
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hard-candy-writing · 2 years
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Hello, I was wondering if I could request a fic, something with Eddie x reader where he catches her staring at him from time to time and assumes that it’s because she thinks he’s a freak but it’s actually because she’s got a massive crush and she thinks he’d never be interested because of the way he scowls and glares back at her when he catches her staring at him but somehow it all comes to a head (hate fucking maybe 😏) and it leads to some confession of feelings
holy shit. baby. this is an amazing concept. you should be proud of yourself for coming up with this!! and thank you for choosing me to do it <3
this turned out way longer than expected. i'd apologize but everyone on here is thirsty af, so i doubt i need to
Eye Contact
18+, minors dni, hate fucking, name calling (asshole, freak, dick, slut), yn gets a little handsy and shoves eddie, eddie grabs yn by the hair. a bit of dom!eddie, clit slapping. eddie calls yn princess, baby, and a brat. yn is a cheerleader.
It was almost intoxicating, how sometimes your eyes would meet across the cafeteria, somehow your gazes finding each other through the blur of people. And for just a second, you would have him. You would feel the spotlight of his attention burning down on you, casting the rest of the world into shadow. Your heart would stop, your whole body would tense, and you would be absolutely under his spell.
It was so addicting a feeling that you would seek out his gaze whenever you could. You shared a class and the lunch hour, but besides that, you and Eddie Munson had absolutely nothing in common. He would never attend your cheer practice or go to any games; you weren't exactly sure what Dungeons and Dragons was, and were too shy to ask. You knew he and his band played at the Hideout every Tuesday, but you were too afraid of the rough crowd there to ever hazard a night out. All you had were those stolen gazes. Those fleeting moments where he noticed you.
Your friends thought it was equal parts adorable and laughable. They knew you couldn't help crushes; they just happened. But that didn't stop them from giggling or sending up a chorus of ooh's whenever you caught Eddie's gaze. He would always turn away, working his jaw.
That's when cold rejection would fill up your chest. He never meant to look your way; he just caught you staring, and probably felt sick at the thought of this peppy little cheerleader, a representation of everything he hated about society, shooting heart eyes his way again. He probably felt embarrassed. Annoyed. One day, he would tell you to piss off -- or, if the rumours about him actually being nice were true, he might pull you aside to let you down in the most awkward but gentle way. And you'd have to smile, nod, maybe apologize for making him uncomfortable. When on the inside, even just imagining him rejecting you made your eyes sting with tears and your insides feel like they were rotting.
So you kept your distance. If you confessed your feelings, he would be forced to reject you outright, and that would be the end of stolen glances. Of papers passed between your hands, fingers brushing and sending waves of fire through you. Maybe all you could ever do was look. The thought made you ache, but from where you sat at your table, you couldn't help stealing another glimpse at him as he talked animatedly to his crew.
His dark eyes lifted, meeting yours for a second. When he registered your gaze, he scowled and looked down. All the excitement fled from him, wind from his sails. You weren't sure if he even knew your name. But it seemed you'd made enough of an impression on him. You turned back to your lunch, trying and failing not to think about it.
\
How long was this joke going to last? It was borderline cruel, but Eddie had become accustomed to cruelty when it came to people like you. The popular, the preppy, the ones born into money and good looks. The ones who, for no reason except being pretty and following the crowd, seemed to hold supreme influence over society.
And who apparently loved to torment him.
At first, Eddie had hoped. It was stupid, he knew; optimism was for people who didn't understand how the real world worked. But the first few times he'd caught you staring, he had dared to let himself wonder if maybe someone as beautiful as you, as smart and as sweet, might actually like him.
But then the laughter came. Right after the punchline, straight to his gut. Your friends -- the cheer and basketball teams -- tittered every time your eyes met. Laughing at him. Of course he likes her. What a creep, what a freak, what a loser. As if he could ever land someone like her. And what was worse, you laughed along with them; shaking your head, covering your face, smiling like an idiot.
Eddie was the idiot. Always the butt of the joke.
Your gaze was like venom. Stinging every time he caught it, a reminder of who he was, of how out of his league you were. Why would anyone so lovely be interested in him?
He thought that it would have been enough for you by now. You had him in the palm of your hand, easily humiliated. But you just kept coming back, kept filling your cup -- and he was a fool every time he looked your way, lingering on you. Burned a thousand times but still drawn to the flame, to the heat. He hated himself for it.
He wanted to hate you, too. He couldn't, but he wanted to.
Because there you were in that stupid cheer uniform, shaking like a leaf under the portico in front of the school, searching the headlights that passed through the grey downpour for whoever you were waiting for. It was closing in on seven thirty. Hellfire had ended half an hour earlier, and he'd stayed behind to clean up. Now he finished a cigarette, watching you. Wondering what kind of a bum would keep you waiting in weather like this. Maybe you deserved it. Or maybe, if you were his, he'd be at your beck and call, always there when you needed him to be.
He stamped out the butt and lifted his jacket over his head, making the run over to his van. Once he got in, he looked back at you. You were no longer on the portico, but walking down the sidewalk to the main road. He started the engine and drove up alongside you. You're an idiot, he told himself, but leaned over to roll down the passenger side window anyway.
"Aren't you gonna melt?"
You stopped dead in the downpour, scowling at him. "Are you calling me a witch?"
He lifted a shoulder. "I was gonna offer you a ride, actually."
"M-Me?"
"No, her." He pointed behind you, and rolled his eyes when you actually turned. "Yes, you."
You glanced down at yourself. "I'm gonna ruin your seats. I'm soaked."
Eddie frowned, squeezing the wheel. He was making a fool out of himself, wasn't he?
"Look, if you don't want the ride, just say so. I'm just trying to help."
He expected you to scoff and keep walking. To tell him to fuck off or your boyfriend would hear about this. To go stalk someone else.
He did not expect you to open his door and get in.
You weren't lying: you were soaked to the bone. Rivulets of water flowed down the curves of your body and gathered on the seat. Eddie trained his eyes forward as he started back down the road.
"Thanks," you murmured so softly he nearly didn't hear you.
"Yeah, well, looks like your friends fell through. Not that I'm surprised."
"I'm sorry?"
He glanced over at you, finding a look of genuine confusion. He nearly scoffed at you.
"C'mon, Y/N. If it weren't pouring out, you'd've told me to fuck off and leave you alone."
"You don't even know me. How can you say that?"
"I do know you; I know your type."
It was your turn to scoff. You crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head.
"My type, huh? And what's that?"
"You don't think I see you and your friends laughing at me in the cafeteria?"
"Laughing at you?"
"Don't. Don't give me that!" He put one hand up, his jaw tight. "Acting like some innocent angel, too dumb to know what's going on. I've seen it too many times, princess."
Eddie looked over to see your jaw had dropped.
"What the hell are you talking about? You're the one giving me dirty looks all the time!"
"Sorry to break it to you, but not everyone in life will bow down to you just because you wear a short skirt and know how to do a cartwheel."
"I'm not asking you to bow down to me. I just want to know what the hell I did to make you hate me so much."
Eddie pulled over onto a small lane, covered by trees, and parked. He could feel himself getting incensed, and knew he wouldn't be able to drive that way. He turned to face you fully.
"You think I don't know what you're doing? I may be some freak to you, but I'm not an idiot. You bat your eyelashes and flip your hair, and when someone gives you a smile, you call them a perv and all your friends laugh it up."
"You're seriously paranoid," you snapped, unbuckling your seatbelt and grabbing your bag and sweater from where you'd placed them at your feet. "You may be an asshole, but not everybody else is." You practically kicked the door open and jumped out. "Maybe I'm the idiot, for thinking you were a good guy!"
You slammed the door shut so hard, his entire van shook. Eddie peaked in his rearview as you stomped down the street, back towards the main road. It should have ended there. He should have let you walk away; he'd done enough.
But instead, he cussed under his breath and unbuckled his own seatbelt.
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"Why do you hate me?" Eddie yelled over the roar of torrential rain.
You stopped. The rain was cold, but your whole body was flushed with anger. When you turned, you found him standing in the middle of the road, waiting for a response.
"Maybe because you do shit like this!" You opened your arms, gesturing to the space around you. "You act all nice, offer me a ride, then a switch flips and you're attacking me for what? For being on the cheer squad? Or because you're an insecure dick?"
Eddie let out a bitter laugh, tipping his head back into the rain. "Insecure? Princess, you don't even know --"
"Really? Prove it. 'Cause I guarantee if one of my friends walks around that corner, one of the guys off the basketball team, you'd cower and call me a bitch to make yourself feel better for backing down. You'd whine about conformity and blame us for how miserable you are."
He stomped towards you. "Get back in the van and stop acting like a brat."
"Oh? You wanna stop the argument now that you're losing? Or did the switch flip again and you wanna be nice? Wanna play the poor victim of the mean cheerleader?" You shook your head as he approached. Anger, annoyance, and the sting of rejection all vied for dominance. But they only combined into venom. "There's something wrong with you, Munson. Maybe you are a fucking freak."
He halted inches away from you, the last word hanging between you. You regretted it the second it came out of your mouth. Pain and anger crossed his face in short succession, darkening his expression, swimming deep in his eyes. You thought he'd turn around and trudge back to his van. The seconds that passed felt like an eternity.
Then his hand wound into your hair, he pulled your head back, and pressed his lips to yours.
You'd always wondered what it'd be like, the first time you kissed him. You'd expected him to be soft, shy. Gentle, maybe on the shores of Lover's Lake or in the dark of his van after dinner and a movie. Instead, Eddie slammed into you, chest flush with yours, the hand knotted in your hair tugging painfully at the roots. There was something strong driving it, bubbling just below the surface. You guessed it was fury, the same fury you felt burning beneath your skin. The cold rain was a welcome relief.
When he pulled away, hand still in your hair, you had to fight to hide the fact that you were out of breath.
"Let go of me or I'll scream."
Eddie's hand loosened. When he stepped away, you stepped with him, following helplessly. Eddie chuckled.
"I don't know about that, princess. You seem to want more."
Another step back, and another step forward, following him in perfect tandem. He grinned, and you wanted to slap it off his face. When you came close enough to the van, you shoved him. His back hit the doors, but he only laughed.
"Aw," he sighed with a dramatic pout. "Is the princess angry at herself? So desperate for someone to touch her that she'd kiss the freak?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Make me."
You grabbed his collar and yanked him down to your level. You captured his bottom lip between yours and sucked. His hands found their way to your waist and he pulled you against him. It was too tender. He was just doing this to get a rise out of you. So you bit his lip, tugging a little. You swear your heard a quiet growl from his chest. Before you could confirm it, one hand left your waist and opened up the van's back doors. He lifted you in, and you scurried back against the rough carpet as Eddie followed you. He took a second, keeping the doors open.
"You sure about this?"
You got on your knees, reached past him, and slammed the doors shut. He chuckled again.
"So fucking desperate."
You were glad for the darkness, so he didn't see you roll your eyes -- or squeeze your thighs together. As your eyes adjusted, you saw that Eddie had gotten rid of his vest and jacket. The rain had left little to the imagination, his white Helfire shirt clinging to his torso. You threw your backpack and sweater to the side just in time for him to crawl on top of you, arms and legs caging you in.
"You think I'm desperate?" you panted, fingers sneaking under the hem of his shirt as he kissed down your neck and rutted against your hip, denim scraping your skin where your skirt lifted. "You're the one grinding against a girl you hate."
"You always this talkative?" He grabbed your face with one hand, forcing you to look at him. "Am I gonna have to give that mouth something to do?"
You wanted to say yes. You were too embarrassed to say anything but no. Eddie didn't give you a chance, his thumb resting against your lips. You opened your mouth and, when the pad of his thumb pressed against your tongue, you closed it and sucked. His free hand was on your thigh, rubbing up gradually until your skirt was around your waist. You swirled your tongue around his thumb, showing him just what he was missing.
"So fucking eager," he cooed. "How many dicks have you sucked, hm? Will that shut you up? My cock in your mouth?"
You didn't mean to moan, but his fingers were at your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you'd already soaked through your panties. Eddie smirked at the sound. He pressed his middle and index fingers to the seat of your panties, rubbing you through them.
"Who got you so worked up that you had to come to me, huh?"
You couldn't take it. You pulled your mouth away, let his thumb go with a wet pop! and unpinned your skirt. When it fell away, you started to pull his shirt up.
"In a hurry, princess? Don't want to make daddy mad by breaking curfew?"
Anger prickled through the haze of pleasure. You practically ripped his shirt off and hurled it into the corner.
"You're the one whose cock is throbbing against my thigh, Munson. So are you going to actually do something, or are you gonna keep talking big?"
Eddie's wicked smile faded. He yanked your top off and unbuckled his jeans, the metallic sound sending shivers through you. He pulled his jeans and boxers down simultaneously. You bit your lip when his cock sprung free, the tip flushed pink and already leaking precum. He pumped it a few times, looking you up and down without shame, like you were a woman in a dirty magazine.
"Take off your bra," he ordered.
You sat up a little. "What? Don't know how to undo a girl's bra?"
Eddie scowled and reached for where he'd crumpled his pants. You heard a click, saw a flash, and suddenly a small knife was poised between your tits. You hardly had enough time to let out a gasp before the blade sliced up through the satin fabric that held your bra together. You were still covered, but it was more of a shrug than a bra now. When you met his gaze, you found it devious.
"Now," he said, the tip of the knife grazing down your belly, tracing over your hip, and hooking into the lace of your panties, "are you gonna be a good girl and take these off, or am I gonna have to send you home without them, too?"
Fuck. You let your bra slip off and got rid of your panties. You didn't care if you looked eager anymore; he already knew it. He slid two fingers into your pussy with ease, but you still felt an ache as he stretched you. Your back arched and you let out a moan when he laid down between your legs and lapped at your clit. You thought maybe that would stop his talking, but it only made it worse.
"You like that, princess? You like it a little dangerous, a little rough?" His pace quickened when you nodded, the sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt lewd in the best way. "None of the pretty boys you hang out with would ever treat you like this, would they? And you're too shy to ask them. Go on: ask me. Tell me what you want."
You could only moan and arch up against his mouth. But when Eddie pulled away, you let out a whine. He removed his fingers and slapped your clit. A shocking volt of pleasure shot through you.
"You're so fucked out you can't even use your words? The assholes you slept with before this didn't even touch you like this, did they?"
You shook your head, hoping the response would make him relent, show you mercy. "N-No..."
"What do you want, baby? Tell me."
"Fuck me," you whined, grasping his forearm. "Please, please."
"You're so needy." He sounded disgusted, but the way he leaned down and licked you again didn't seem so repulsed. "Not yet, princess; you're nowhere near loose enough to take me."
You let out a groan that sounded more impatient than you'd intended. That earned you clit another hard slap.
"Keep whining and I'll make you walk home." He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked, earning another keening moan. His fingers filled you up again -- three this time. "You don't want that, do you? You want me to take care of you."
Eddie focused his efforts on your clit, pleasure coursing through you and distracting you from the ache between your legs as he scissored his fingers. You reached down, trying to find his cock -- maybe if you touched him, he'd hurry up. But you could only reach his shoulders. You dug your nails into his flesh as his tongue explored your pussy, replacing his fingers to soothe the stinging only to return to flick over your clit. His free hand drifted up your torso, rolling a nipple between his fingers.
You were so close. You could feel your legs tensing, your stomach clenching. He must have felt your pussy squeezing around his fingers, because Eddie withdrew and sat up on his knees.
"Remind me," he said, stroking his cock, "what was it you wanted again?"
You hooked one of your legs around his hip. "Fuck me."
"I just fucked you with my fingers."
"More." You tried to pull him closer with your leg. "I want you inside me."
You swore you could see a flush working its way up his neck. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your sex, gathering your juices. He was so soft, but rock hard at the same time. Nobody had ever teased you like this before. You went to hook your other leg around him, but Eddie grabbed your thigh and pressed it down, keeping your legs wide open.
"Fucking slut," he spat. "You only want one thing, and you don't care where you get it from."
He slid into you -- just the head of his cock, your pussy swallowing him easily. Your orgasm crept up on you and you saw stars. You tried to grasp something, but all you could do was burn one palm against the carpet and grab his forearm with your other hand. When you came to, you heard him laughing.
"Just the tip makes you cum." Eddie stroked your cheek. "You're just proving my point, princess; I'm not insecure, and obviously I have no reason to be."
You didn't trust your voice, so instead you bucked your hips up, pushing him in a few inches deeper. Eddie let out a moan.
"Only gonna make me cum once?"
He scowled at you, grabbed your hips, and dragged you onto his cock until his heavy balls laid against your ass. Your nails dug into his arm, leaving angry red marks. For his part, he didn't move, letting you adjust to the feeling of being impossibly full.
When he did start to move, his thrusts were fast but shallow. You tried to meet every movement, but you couldn't keep up. Eddie held your hips down.
"So used to working for it, hm?" He was out of breath. "Just lay back, princess; I've got you. Just tell me what you need me to do."
"Harder, Eddie. Fuck me harder."
The sound of skin slapping against skin, your thudding heartbeat, Eddie's groans quickly turning into bitten-back moans, all of it filled your brain and made you dizzy.
"Fuck," he gasped. "Y-You're so fucking sexy. It's a goddamn crime that none of those assholes fuck you right."
"I don't want any of them." You barely got the words out, you were so lost in the feeling of being full of him.
"Then who's got you so wet, huh? Who's got you so desperate, so needy?"
"Y-You..."
Eddie's hips faltered and he grabbed your face, forcing your eyes to lock. Even with him buried inside of you, despite the words exchanged, you still felt the same burst of emotion when your eyes met as you always did.
"What did you just say?"
Shit. This wasn't the way you'd planned to confess, but you'd already said too much.
"I've always wanted you. I know you notice the way I look at you."
"Y-Yeah," he said, his voice hoarse. "And I noticed the way your friends laughed. I thought it was a joke."
"They were making fun of me, Eddie. Y-You thought..."
You couldn't finish your sentence. Eddie cut you off with a kiss, this one deep but not angry. Not driven by hate. His entire demeanor changed, and instead of keeping his arms caged around you or keeping your hips still he brought you into his embrace, holding you. His thumbs brushed the hair from your face. His mouth found the column of your throat. Instead of snapping at you, instead of calling you a desperate slut, he moaned your name.
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At first he couldn't bring himself to believe it. But the way your body wrapped around him, the way you looked up at him, the tremble in your voice. It became so obvious. Not the first time he's misread a situation and assumed the worst. But out of all the possible endings to this scenario, this had to be one of the best.
I've always wanted you. Those words were sweeter than your breathless moans. The hate dissipated from him like clouds clearing after a storm. This wasn't just some fuck in the back of his van. It was so much more.
To say he was scared was an understatement. The thought that this might be an elaborate joke made Eddie's stomach turn. What if you were faking it? If you wanted him to open up and pour his heart out, only to laugh in his face?
Thoughts ran circles in his brain until your hands came up to cup his face and you drew him down into a kiss. It felt like you poured everything into that kiss. Nothing else mattered. You were there with him, and he couldn't care less about what people would say.
Your confession brought everything to a head. Eddie broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on your shoulder, panting.
"'m close, Y/N."
"So am I." You ran your fingers through his hair and turned so that your noses bumped. "Cum with me. Please?"
You didn't have to ask twice. One hand slipped between you, and he rubbed fast circles around your clit. It wasn't long until you were clenching around him, babbling a string of curses and his name. He felt his own coil come undone. He had planned on cumming on your face and ruining your makeup, but now he just held you close, hot cum painting your insides.
He held you for what felt like forever. But when you at last spoke, neither of you had even caught your breath.
"You thought my liking you was a joke?"
He brushed a lock of hair from your face. "When you've been asked out on a dare four times and half the time the girl can't even get the words out without laughing, you tend to be a little pessimistic about that kind of stuff."
Your laugh was soft, shy. You shook your head. "I thought you hated me. I... I'm sorry."
"Not your fault I've gotten burned before."
"No, but... Everything I said earlier, I didn't mean any of it. I was just upset."
"Neither did I." Eddie scoffed. "Well, maybe not everything I said, but most of it. I thought that if I tried to hate you, it'd be easier to get over you."
You glanced down at your bodies, still naked, still soaked with sweat and rainwater, still joined. "I don't think that worked."
You both laughed, and Eddie peppered kisses all over your face.
"What next?" you asked.
He hummed in thought. "Well, our clothes are still wet, so we'll have to stay put until they're dry."
You shoved his shoulder. "No, I mean... For us?"
Eddie grinned to himself. "I feel like I'm doing this backwards." He shifted a little, slipping his softening cock out of you. He looked you in the eyes. "Hey, Y/N. I happened to notice you eyeing me from across the cafeteria the other day, and I thought I'd ask if you'd like to join me for dinner on Saturday."
Eddie shivered when you ran your hands up the back of his neck to rest in his hair. Before you answered, you pressed a firm kiss to his mouth.
"I thought you'd never ask."
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You know that I'm no good (chapter 4)
(Modern Aegon x fem Reader, Modern Sihtric x fem Reader)
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Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.
This chapter: Aegon takes you out on another date and Helaena's concerns grow. Lots of fluff in this one ;)
Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.
This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!
Word count: +2400
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You didn’t see Aegon, or Sihtric, for another week and your initial excitement had soon died down when you realized a potential invite to do something together wasn’t an actual invite to do something together. Sihtric had probably already forgotten he ever mentioned it, and he most likely just said that to be polite to you, not because he really wanted to do it.
So you let yourself get absorbed by work that week, only texting Helaena every now and then. When Friday night came along and you hadn’t heard from Aegon you were getting ready to install yourself on the couch with some pizza and catch up on some Netflix shows you’d been missing out on.
The knock on the door made you want to smack whoever was on the other end and for a moment you contemplated just ignoring it. But then they knocked again.
“I know you’re home, buttercup, I can see the lights on,” Aegon’s voice reached through the door, making you sigh.
You stumbled to your front door and opened it.”What are you doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood.”
“People usually call before they drop by.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t planning on it but Aemond just texted me there’s a movie festival over by the river, it’s like right there in front of your apartment.”
His eyes took you in from top to bottom, checking out your pink Hello Kitty top and sweat pants and then meeting your eyes with a little grin. “And it definitely looks like you didn’t have any plans tonight,” he concluded. 
“Doing nothing and watching Netflix is my plan,” you answered while giving him an angry glare.
“Come on, please,” he begged,”It’s like the perfect couples activity, I bet Sihtric and Skade will be there.”
You sighed dramatically but also opened the door to let him step inside your apartment.
“Remember when I said I’d regret dating you? This is the moment.”
Aegon just smiled and plopped himself down onto your couch, browsing through the Netflix menu while you moved to your bedroom to start changing.
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Your dread about going out disappeared as soon as you arrived by the outdoor cinema, its cozy lights and comfortable seating by the water looked so inviting. You hated to admit it but this looked a lot better than your stuffy couch and Netflix.
Aegon got you both some drinks and popcorn while you looked for a suitable spot. You settled for one of the blankets right by the water and you quickly scanned the area for any sighting of Sihtric or Skade but to no avail.
Aegon found you just in time for the commercials to start.
“I never asked you what movie they’re playing,” you suddenly realized.
“Oh, Notting Hill,” he mentioned casually and you hit him on the arm with the biggest grin on your face.
”If you had just said that right away I wouldn’t have objected!”
Aegon smiled at your enthusiasm,”That one of your favorites, is it?”
“Of course! God, I love that movie, you have no idea,” you squeezed his arm,”Thank you so much for taking me.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he smiled and shook his head, unable to look away from you for a moment.
You both watched the commercials and then the movie started. You sighed annoyed at several couple arriving late and blocking your view but your irritation faded quickly when you recognized Skade’s long blonde curls and saw that Sihtric was right behind her. They found a seat not far from where you both were sitting.
“Told you,” Aegon grinned.
“Alright, you were right, now shut up and let me watch the movie.”
He laughed at your obvious irritation and took advantage of how focussed you were on the screen to let his eyes roam all over you again. Skade was right there yet he could’t tear his eyes away from you, what was up with that? He took another long sip from his drink and tried to shake it off.
You’d been so engulfed by the movie you hadn’t realized Aegon hadn’t touched you at all yet tonight until your eyes caught sight of Sihtric and Skade halfway in the film. They were cuddling up together and making out and behaving as an actual couple should behave and suddenly your good mood just dropped.
You forced yourself to look away from them and just watch the screen again but you were unable to hide the disappointment on your face. Aegon noticed the shift in your mood.
“You okay?” he asked,”Do you need me to get you another drink? Some ice?”
“No, I’m good,” you answered, not taking your eyes off the screen to look at him. You both continued watching the movie in silence for a while until Aegon noticed you were shivering.
“You cold?” he asked softly.
“A little bit,” you confessed,”I should have brought a sweater or something, it’s my fault.”
Aegon took off his jacket without giving it any second thought and gently placed it over your shoulders.”Put it on.”
You looked away from the screen to give him a grateful smile and did as he suggested.”Thanks, what about you though?”
“Targaryen blood, the cold doesn’t bother me.”
You couldn’t help but laugh,”Okay, Elsa.”
This made Aegon laugh as well and he bumped his shoulder against yours, moving to sit a little closer to you.
“You gonna eat all that popcorn?” you asked, pointing towards his cup that was still half full while yours was empty.
“Oh, you’re going to take that from me as well now?” he teased,”You’re such a needy girlfriend, jesus.”
But he didn’t hesitate to put his cup in the middle so you could reach in.
“Sorry,” you grinned up at him and you both stared at each other for a moment.
You broke eye contact first and turned to watch the screen again. Aegon grabbed a handful of popcorn and then offered some to you. He kept doing that throughout the rest of the movie, letting you eat out of his hand, smiling quietly every time your fingers brushed his.
Without even realizing it you’d been leaning closer and closer to him until your head was resting on his shoulder.
Aegon’s arm moved around you, his hand softly caressing your hair while you watched the movie and he fed you popcorn.
It happened so naturally, you were both just playing of course, just doing what couples were supposed to do. A quick brush of his lips against your forehead, your hand grabbing at his shirt to hug him a little closer, just to keep him warm (or so you told yourself). 
Him reciprocating, pulling you even closer to him. His hand moving from your hair down to your neck to turn your face towards his, and then his lips were on yours, kissing you so softly and so slowly you felt like your entire body was suddenly on fire. 
His tongue teased your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you opened up for him so easily and eagerly.
The ending of the movie was lost on you both, nothing else existed apart from his lips on yours and his hands grabbing at your waist, holding you so close and so tight as if he was afraid you would pull away from him the second he let you go.
But you didn’t pull away at all, you got so lost in his kisses the rest of the world around you both disappeared, even your favorite romcom didn’t matter anymore.
The movie was long over by the time you both came up for air. Aegon breathing hard and fast, you unable to stop from smiling and biting your lip. He cupped your cheek again, gently while pressing his forehead against yours, giving you a tiny smile before he leaned in and kissed you again. Softer this time, drinking in every little sigh and whimper from your lips before his tongue slipped into your mouth to deepen the kiss, devouring you with a hunger that left you breathless.
“Aegon,” you moaned softly and he hesitantly pulled back.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered,”God, sorry, I got carried away a little…sorry.”
“No, I…I didn’t mind,” you reassured him and when your eyes met his you both smiled.
“I should have asked if you were okay with that first,” he whispered.
“I’m okay with it,” you answered quickly, making his smile even brighter and he broke eye contact, biting his lip.
His hands were still on you, caressing your neck and your hip. Your hands were firmly tangled into his shirt. Neither of you making any attempts to let go of the other.
Your head felt dizzy, your lips still burning from his kisses and your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t bear to look at him right now knowing it would only make you want to kiss him again. And at the same time you couldn’t not look at him.
Aegon’s eyes were soft but his pupils were dilated, he seemed to have trouble focussing on your eyes, his gaze dropping down to your lips every few seconds. He softly pressed his forehead against your temple, nuzzling your cheek. His breath was hot against your skin as his lips inched closer and closer to yours again, obviously still craving more.
You had never wanted anyone so bad and in that moment the realization hit you like a freight train…this had nothing to do with being touch starved anymore, and it no longer had anything to do with making Sihtric notice you either. 
You were falling for Aegon, hard and fast.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
You pushed him back and shook your head,”You should take me home now.”
***
It was Wednesday and you were having your weekly lunch with Helaena by the town’s square. It had been almost a week since the movie date, you hadn’t seen or heard Aegon since. He’d behaved like a true gentleman that night and walked you home without laying another hand on you. 
You hated it. 
Because it made everything very clear, he was still just following the plan, his affection for you disappearing as soon as your audience disappeared. And you felt like a fool for thinking anything else. 
Skade was the girl he wanted, you knew that and you also knew that wasn’t going to change. You weren’t Aegon’s type, just like he wasn’t yours. Sihtric was the one you wanted. Even if you had to remind yourself of that fact right now. You tried to visualize Sihtric’s beautiful eyes and smile but all that filled your head was Aegon’s sweet moans as he kissed you and the way his tongue felt against yours.
“Y/N!” Helaena hit you in the face with one of her fries, eyeing you suspiciously from behind her plate,”What’s with you today? You’re a million miles away.”
“It’s nothing, I’m fine, it’s just pms,” you lied through your teeth. 
You hated lying to Helaena but you also didn’t want her to lecture you right now and you knew she would if you were going to admit you were developing feelings for her idiot brother.
“You sure?” she insisted.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just not hungry.”
“Then you’re not fine, babe.”
You laughed and shook your head.
“How’s fake dating my brother going?” she then asked.
“It’s fine.”
Helaena just kept staring at you,”You use the word fine one more time and I’m hitting you with my burger.”
“It’s fi…it’s going alright, that better?”
“No, it’s not because you’re lying to me.”
Your eyes met hers, suddenly afraid of what she was going to say next.
“You don’t need to worry, it’s nothing,” you tried to reassure her but Helaena knew you better than that.
“You can tell me, you know, I’m your best friend. Even if it’s about Aegon, you can tell me.”
Hearing her say his name was enough to make you feel emotional, it was just a few seconds but it was enough for Helaena to catch on and she sighed deeply.
“Oh no, babe, I warned you about this.”
“I know, okay,” you sighed.
“Please tell me you didn’t sleep with him,” she begged.
“Of course I didn’t sleep with him, Hel!”
“Please tell me you don’t want to sleep with him.”
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.
Helaena covered her face with both hands, shaking her head with a desperate sigh.
“I’m sorry,” was all you could say.
“You don’t have to apologize to me,” she then said and she reached for your hand across the table,”Look at me for a second and give me your hand.”
You did as she asked.
“You’re my best friend,” she continued,”and I need you to hear me, okay, really hear me.”
You nodded your head, mentally preparing for what would follow.
But she just squeezed your hand and met your eyes with a serious look,”When I say you shouldn’t get involved with Aegon I mean it, babe. I know he’s nice and I know he’s probably being really sweet with you right now because that’s what he does, he’ll make you fall for him and he’ll make you believe you’re the one that’s going to change him, or fix him. But trust me when I say my brother is unfixable.”
“Nobody is unfixable,” you disagreed.
“Aegon is,” she answered and there was a sad tone to her voice now that somehow scared you more than her words,”He’s…there’s so much you don’t know, Y/N.”
And now her words were scaring you as well.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
You could see the hesitation on her face and after a while she shook her head.”It’s not my story to tell,” she eventually opted and gave your hand another squeeze,”Just please trust me on this. Have your fun with him, fuck him if you must but do not fall in love with him because it will not end well. You’re my best friend and I don’t want that for you.”
“Okay,” you nodded,”I will try, that’s all I can promise, okay?”
It wasn’t that you didn’t believe her, you wholeheartedly did, but you couldn’t make a promise you didn’t trust yourself to be able to keep.
Helaena nodded but you could see the doubt in her eyes, she let go of your hand and leaned back,”So how are things with the Viking then?”
You smiled,”I wouldn’t know, he hasn’t spoken a word to me since that one time at Jace’s party.”
“You should probably get on that then,” her look was so uncharacteristically serious you couldn’t help but throw one of your fries into her face. At first she didn’t react but then she burst out in laughter anyway, hitting you with her napkin.
“Bitch.”
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