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luv444bellingham · 2 months

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ONE OF YOUR GIRLS . // jude bellingham.

PARING. poc!reader x situationship!jude.

IN WHICH. she tries to get him jealous, but he snaps harder than she predicted.

WARNING. unprotected sex, poc reader, dirty talk, hair pulling, praising, public bathroom sex, porn with a plot, and more. (my big debut yall,,)

WORDS. 1.4k

heart racing, she picked up the drink the stranger offered her— taking quick side glances at the tall frame in the corner. Her and jude had gotten into an argument back in the car, and she couldn’t help but feel petty wanting to piss him off.

What really was pissing her off was that, currently, he wasn’t even looking their way. She took a sip of the alcoholic beverage and leaned in closer to the man. He looked to be around her age, but he wasn’t nearly as kept up and good looking as jude. He droned on and on about his car dealership and the amount of money he spent on his own vehicle, never bothering to ask anything about her.

no matter. she just wanted jude’s attention.

she rubbed her fingers up and down his bicep as he spoke with a smirk, casting another glance toward the corner about a minute later she bit the inside of her cheek catching the sly glance he took toward her, he was playing her game, she wasn’t finna loose.

still, watching him rub up on some white girl got her all riled up and irritated, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to keep playing.

“Why don’t we go back to your car?” She whispered softly, placing her glass down on the counter, “you sure?” nodding her head they both rose from their seats and began to pivot through the crowd when her eyes stopped on jude’s frame, feeling up on the girl’s ass as they locked lips.

She wanted to go over there and slap the bitch but decided against it, instead she shouted — “i have to use the bathroom,” over the loud music that was now playing. She just needed to find an excuse to break from the man and go gather herself privately. Perhaps stop herself from committing a murder.

entering the restroom she dug in her purse to retrieve her phone with an aggravated expression on her face, the door flew open making her phone fall from her hand which only added to her annoyance, “what the hell,”

“My bad, mama.” Rolling her eyes she bent over to grab her phone and face a smirking jude. His eyes roamed her figure and face, “what, you started it!”

"I don't care, let me out—" he grabbed her waist, pushing her back against the sink, "don't be like that." He whispered against her neck as he leaned into her. It was clear how drunk he was now, his sluggish speech and that subtle smell of vodka. She rolled her eyes, gripping his shoulders as she allowed herself to be placed against the edge of the sink.

he whispered the lyrics of the song playing as he brushed soft kisses against her skin, stopping to nibble against her shoulder and grip her thighs. Her skin flushed as she realized she was getting the attention she’d been after the whole night. Everything else went out the window, including the reason she was mad in the first place.

“You mad at me?” He chuckled to himself, moving down to her exposed cleavage. His lips parted as he pulled the front of her dress down flicking her nipple with his thumb eliciting a shiver from the other — “shut up,” she demanded and he smiled, “yes ma’am.”

His tongue drew a shape over her left boob as his continued to massage the other, eyes looking up as she leaned her head back against the mirror, swallowing thickly. His fingers rubbed up and down her leg teasingly, stopping just below the bottom of her dress. despite his seemingly unbothered expression, he wanted nothing more than to tear her out of it.

he would. Just not now.

“spread your legs fa’ me.” She obliged, parting her thighs rather quickly, moving gently against his fingers as they snaked up closer to her pussy. She couldn’t wait any more, and he could tell she was growing impatient with him, just like she’d been irritated with him just a few minutes ago. He would make it up to her.

Jude’s thumb circled her clit as his lips engulfed hers, tongues fighting for dominance. She arched off the sink as he pushed one finger into her wetness. She wanted to ask him for more, but wasn’t gonna make him think he was forgiven.

his finger entered in and out of her at a faster pace as her slick acted as a lubricant, she gripped the edges of the sink when he added one more finger, his thumb prodding her cunt to no end. She bit her lip as a wave of pleasure washed over her and she let out an accidental whimper.

“Hmm, get up.” Jude kissed her cheek as she hopped up, he turned her around so that she could see herself in the mirror, disheveled and needy— his hands went up to her boobs again as he began to knead them desperately.

Her boobs were one of his favorite things about her, how they seemed to spill out of any top she wore, how pretty they sat. He had a fixation on just playing with them any chance he got. Worshipping her.

he finally went back to rubbing her dripping pussy other hand holding her chin to make sure she didn’t stop watching herself.

“that feel good, hm?” she slowly nodded, whimpering at the sudden loss of his digits again— however as she heard the jingle of his belt, she was more than happy.

He bent her over the sink hearing her hum softly at the cold of the sink pressing up against her front side. She played with her hardened nipple as his fisted his dick for a few seconds, before teasing her entrance. “You can take it can’t you— this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Her lips parted as his tip pressed teasingly against her hole, “fuck,” he slowly entered her from behind, his hands on her hair moving her back against his cock.

“C’mon ma, help me out.” He grunted.

She arched her back, her breath quivering as she struggled to take him all despite initial confidence.

he lifted her head so she could watch herself as he pounded into her at a steady pace. Being with a football player continuously paid off. He could last quite a while, and wouldn’t stop until he knew she felt good.

“Watch yourself, baby, while you take me.” Her eyes fluttered open as she came close to finishing just at the sight of him watching himself disappear inside her.

Her moans found their place at the back of her throat, practically choking her as he slammed into her. It was bizarre; the groans and the peculiar sound of skin clashing mixed with the music playing in the party that was literally right outside the door . The world seemed to move around them, but time stood still every time he hit that particular spot, the one that made her toes curl and her eyes roll back.

“Jude,” she whined and moaned, almost like a plea. He responded with a grunt of his own, manhandling her as he felt her cunt clench around him. He guided her hips back against him quicker, the steady sound of skin clapping growing louder as each got closer and closer to finish.

she pushed herself back against him as he stopped for a second to clench his jaw and reposition, jude clicked his tongue quietly and without even looking up at their reflection, she knew there was a half smirk tugging at his lips. “Dirty girl.”

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl, taking me so well.” She heard jude babbling further words of praise behind her, but her mind wasn’t focusing, too wrapped in the pleasure that was filling her body, threatening to spill. The noises jude was making only seemed to prolong the aftershocks of her orgasm, his soft whimpers and grunts only making her pussy ache even more despite how sensitive she was riding out her finish as her juices squirted out of her. She was certain this wasn’t a one round kind of night, and feared for when they actually got home.

He fucked his cock into her a few more times before his hips stilled, pressed flush to her ass as he came, painting her insides it filling her up so much it was already leaking from her. His forehead thudded heavily against her back, quiet whimpers filling the bathroom as his cock pulsed. He shifted his hips and she whined, clenching around him purposefully, wanting him to fill her.

“Better now?”

“Fuck you.”

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gay-dorito-dust · 10 months

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Could you do Hobie Brown x Male!Reader that’s a spider person with glasses? And Hobie has never seen him without glasses so they squabble over it for a bit until Hobie ultimately wins. Only to be absolutely ENAMORED once seeing him. Also they’re boyfriends! :D

‘For the last time no, you know as well as the next guy that I can’t see shit without my glasses.’ You told your boyfriend for what felt like the fifth time that day because for whatever reasoning he had, Hobie had been asking to see you without your glasses on for a while now, you didn’t understand why that was nor why it’d matter how you looked without your glasses. It defiantly didn’t make matters any better when you would confront him about it, only for Hobie to surf his shoulders followed with an ‘is it illegal to not see my pretty partner’s face?’ To which you responded with, ‘but you see my face all the time regardless of whether or not I’m wearing my glasses. So why now the sudden intrigue?’

‘It’ll only be for a quick sec pretty boy, it’s not like I’m asking you to throw them away for good.’ Hobie tried to convince you as he leaned himself against the doorway of your bedroom, arms folded over his chest and his feet crossed at the ankles, even within his own home Hobie always managed to look effortlessly cool. You couldn’t help but scoff, ‘yeah right, coming from the person who makes an constant effort in keeping my glasses case clamped shut with his webs.’ You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared Hobie down. ‘Then when I asked for his help, all he tells me is to ‘wait for the webbing to dissolve.’

‘Sounds like my kind of guy. You should introduce us sometime.’ Hobie said with a coy smile and you couldn’t help but smile, deciding to play along, as you walked up to him until you were more then face to face, ‘I’m pretty sure he’d only prove to be a bigger pain in my ass with his constant pestering for me to take my glasses off.’ You finished as you innocently toyed with the pins on his vest, making no attempt in looking at him directly in the eye; feeling all warm and giddy in your chest when Hobie’s hand fell past your line of sight before dipping under your chin, pushing it up ever so gently so that you were looking into his deep brown eyes that sparkled with adoration.

‘Maybe the reason as to why he keeps pretending I’d because he wants to admire your pretty eyes up close without having to do so through your lenses.’ He says softly as his hands them began to trail to either side of your glasses, ready to take them off, ‘but he wanted to ask for your permission first because he never wants to put you in positions where you don’t get a say in things,’ you internally melted at how sweet and compassionate your boyfriend was in regards of making sure you were alright with what he was planning on doing, despite the fact that he didn’t need to because you trust him wholeheartedly, but the fact that Hobie still went out of his way to ensure your comfortability over anything else made your love for your boyfriend grow over a million times more.

‘So may I remove your glasses pretty boy?’ He asked.

‘You don’t have to ask because for you, my answer will always be yes.’ You told him as you watched him gingerly remove your glasses before sweetly putting them away within his vest pocket. ‘There you are.’ Hobie whispered as his hands claimed their place on your cheeks, thumbs gently stroking where the nose pads of your glasses resided before dragging them just under your eyes, ‘my pretty, pretty boy…’ he trailed off as he got lost in the forever that he always saw in your eyes but never to this magnitude, it almost took Hobie’s breath away. ‘God you’re so pretty that the word has lost all meaning because it doesn’t quite describe you, not anymore.’

‘Then what word would you use instead.’ You inquired, loving the obvious effect you had over your boyfriend as he continued to look deeply into your eyes as though searching for your soul through them; The moment felt intimate as you both found yourselves swimming within the infinite depths of each others eyes as the pitter patter of rain could be heard in the distance, providing an somber but calming ambience between the two of you. ‘Ethereal, beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, I could call you anything and everything but but none of them would ever come close to truly describing how you look to me right now.’

It was moments like these where you wish you could hide away your face when you felt the heat build up within your cheeks, but with how Hobie was holding your face, it was almost as though he knew you were going to become flustered by him at some point and wanted a front row seat to it all. ‘Since when did Hobie Brown become all poetic.’ You asked, trying to come across as casually as you could possibly be but you knew Hobie was keenly observant -especially when it came to you and your tell tell signs- as a smirk grew across his face and a chuckle ripped from his throat. ‘Ever since the moment you got me hooked onto those eyes of yours.’ He tells you as he presses his forehead against yours and whispered against your lips, ‘ for you, my pretty boy with the prettiest eyes, had my stolen heart within the palm of your hand.’

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kiss-me-cill-me · 1 month

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Hi!!! I know it’s only a small idea but I wanted to request something for Emmett based on when he first puts his hand around Evelyns mouth to keep her quiet but instead he does it to the reader to keep her quiet, in whatever scenario you can think of. The way he looked was so hot with that eye contact it had me sweating 🥵

My dear anon, literally no idea is too small for Emmett. This man is so underappreciated it's a crime. I also decided to shoehorn in some inspiration from another one of my favorite snippets of Emmett thirst, which is the gif below of him looking through his rifle sights because hnnnnnnggg. Hope you don't mind ;) Thank you for requesting! <3

Distractions

Pairing: Emmett x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: The more time you spend around Emmett, the more distracted you get. And when you finally can't keep quiet about it any longer, Emmett has to take matters into his own hands (heh heh) and make you stay quiet.

Warnings: Smut, sexual tension, a whole lot of build-up, close call with a creature, kinda angry sex, quiet sex, biting

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Distracted could not even begin to describe the way you were feeling.

The dim light forced you to squint as you watched Emmett - the scope of his rifle held out just in front of his face as he peered through the sights to scan for potential threats. He took his time, sweeping across the expanse of road stretched out in front of you. Making triple sure that nothing would jump out at you as you climbed down from where you were perched.

The gun rested firmly against his squared shoulders, and you found your gaze trailing idly from there, down over the line of his arm. Somewhere from off in the distance, a pale yellow light illuminated him just enough for you to make out the soft hair on his forearms. You wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, but shook your head, chasing the thought away quickly. It wouldn’t do either of you any good if you startled him.

You refocused on his lips, which were parted slightly. In concentration, his tongue darted out to lick at the sliver of space between them. You wished you had something to hold onto and brace yourself with, against the wave of desire that moved through your whole body.

But, aside from you and Emmett, the only other thing around was an old metal guardrail. And you really couldn’t risk releasing the noise that might hide in its depths. These days, anything that looked even remotely like it might creak was off limits.

A gentle breeze rustled his hair, and he lowered the rifle. He turned briefly to nod at you, once. It was safe.

No words dared to fill the dark, empty space as both of you stepped carefully over the guardrail. Pausing at the top of the overpass to take one last look at the scene below, you stopped to reflect on the past two days. That was how long you’d been traveling for, and you’d been together with Emmett for only a bit longer.

Although, “together” was the operative word. You had been sticking close to each other, under some quiet but shared understanding that two people were often better than one, at least when it came to things like keeping watch while you camped out in the open, or scavenging for supplies. But he and you weren’t together together, as much as your mind liked to wander and go wild with possibilities. In fact-

Something suddenly caught your attention, and you snapped back into focus again, to see Emmett waving an arm at you. He was standing a short distance in front of you, partway down the hill that connected the overpass to the wide road below. Staring up at where you stood, with an inquisitive look and just a hint of concern in his eyes, half hooded with shadow.

You gave him a thumbs up, and cautiously started to make your own way down the steep hill.

It was early. So early that it was still almost full dark out, and you followed the beam of the flashlight that Emmett held like a beacon. Usually, you weren’t out until after the sun had risen. But last night, neither of you had seemed able to sleep, and so it felt silly to waste time just sitting around when it would be light in a few hours.

You thought you could glimpse the first few streaks of dawn, just barely starting to leak out on the horizon. Goosebumps spread over your skin, in the chilly half-darkness. Emmett had loaned you a checkered bandana, and you reached up to tuck it a little more snugly into the neck of your jacket. The rough fabric brushed up against your chin, and you smiled.

In front of you, Emmett stopped short. You were only a few paces away from him now, and you paused just behind him, before you could bump into the hand he’d extended to stop you.

The hill didn’t sit fully flush with the ground below. Instead, it dropped sharply off at a stone wall, just a few feet above the road.

Emmett kept one hand pressed to his rifle, holding it still as he eased himself down; careful to not make even the smallest noise. You shuffled up to the edge of the wall, ready to follow right after him. As you stooped down, Emmett reached up, offering help.

You accepted it, awkwardly, and let him take one of your hands in his while the other came firmly to rest on the small of your back. As he guided you down, you felt your arms heat up, rapidly chasing away the goosebumps.

You looked at him once your feet were back on solid ground, slightly surprised by the physical contact. Not that it meant anything. Not that it was even anything worth getting excited about. He would probably do the same thing for anyone. He was just being helpful.

Abruptly, you realized he’d already started to walk away, continuing on the journey that you were both supposed to be focused on. You hurried to catch up, but made sure your footsteps were soft as you followed.

With no opportunities to talk, the time spent traveling felt long. You were both in your own worlds; Emmett focused on scanning for danger, and you, well, distracted by watching him. As usual.

It was probably best for both of you that Emmett hadn’t yet noticed the way your gaze lingered on him. But, that was just how he’d been, in all of the short time you’d known him. He was observant, and overly anxious to keep an eye out at all times. He seemed almost not to notice anything that wasn’t actively threatening his safety, and that included you.

Streaks of pink started to stretch across the sky, and then blended into the blue of a new day. Finally, it was light enough to see clearly, and you looked around at what was once a small town. You were just passing through, but the devastation that was clearly written across streets, stores, and houses felt unsettling.

To your left, a sharp, unexpected sound made your blood run ice cold. Emmett froze right along with you, and you both whipped around to watch as an animal scampered away from a trash can, now tipped over and spilling out garbage onto the street.

Litter was the very least of your worries, though, as an all-too-familiar screech echoed across the empty street.

What shit luck. That was the only thought running through your mind as Emmett frantically dragged you by the arm, not wasting even a second more as the creature advanced. It was close by, and you had nowhere to hide.

Apparently Emmett did, though, as he forcefully shoved you into the backseat of a car. Both of the doors, you noticed, were missing - completely torn off by some previous run-in with these monsters, by the looks of it.

As your back landed against the cloth seat cushions, you felt the wind knock out of your lungs. The soft sound of breath leaving your body was silenced, as Emmett slammed down on top of you, hastily bringing a hand to your mouth.

Your eyes blew wide as his body pressed fully into yours, stealing your breath in a quite different way. A sound caught in your throat, and you swallowed it down, hard. You were not about to get both you and him killed by moaning at a time like this.

His palm pressed down over your nose and lips, and you could feel the heat of your own breath as he stayed there, not focused on you but still scanning, even now, for the monster that sounded like it had finally arrived. The metallic sound of the trash can echoed out on the street.

You moved your head a little, trying to shake out of his almost-oppressive grasp to breathe easier. That finally seemed to get Emmett’s attention, and he looked down with a mix of horror and embarrassment as his hand pulled away. Still pressed tight together, you both shifted your attention to more urgent matters.

You could still hear that thing wreaking havoc as it searched fruitlessly for the source of the sound. Sometimes you were almost impressed that the creatures could hunt at all, when they were the ones who were making the most noise out of anything. Anything left, anyway. This was a bad case of wrong place, wrong time, but for the most part, anyone who hadn’t learned early on to stay quiet was no longer around to learn.

Emmett’s arms, planted on either side of your head, tensed as his fingers dug into the seat cushions. In any other situation, this would have been pleasant. As things were now, though, you could feel both your heartbeat and his as they pounded together, hard enough to cross the thick barrier of bone and flesh.

The car lurched, and you felt your eyes bug out of your head. The creature was on top of you now, quite literally; you could hear a sharp groan as the car protested under its weight. A series of clicks told you that it was on the offensive, still searching for even the tiniest sound.

Another sharp jerk made you gasp, barely audibly, but loud enough for Emmett to press his rough hand over your mouth again. This time, he was a bit more careful, leaving you room to breathe out of your nose as he pushed his palm down on your lips. But the panic that swarmed in his eyes as you looked up told you exactly how he felt. You both stayed stock still, waiting to see if that little sound had been enough to give you away.

The car screamed even louder as the creature stepped off, lurking its way down onto the street, now on the other side of the vehicle. You stretched your neck to look back, and watched as it swiveled its head side to side. Thankfully not listening in your direction for too long.

Cautiously, you dared to move just a few inches, wiggling and brushing your hips up against Emmett’s as you tried to make yourself more comfortable. As you did, though, the unmistakable feeling of something hard pressed into your thigh.

You looked up at him, your eyes straining with horror as both of you realized what had just happened.

Emmett looked even more mortified than you felt; his lips pressed together in a tight line as his eyes seemed to beg for a way out of this. You threw him a panicked, questioning look. In reply, all he could do was reflect the same painful and wide-eyed face, as if to say, “What do you want me to do about it?”

There wasn’t much either one of you could do, however, as in that moment the creature’s head whirled back around with a sharp screech in your direction. You’d been quiet, you thought, although maybe the sound of your breath mixed with Emmett’s as he strained against you was enough to grab its attention again.

You both froze, and you quickly buried your face in his chest, tucking yourself away from the horrible fate that awaited you, as best you could.

But, after a few harrowing seconds, you heard the creature move on. The sound of its clicks grew more distant as it ran off, still searching for prey.

You let out a huge breath, silently this time, and lifted your head from your hiding place. As you pulled away slightly from where you had curled up against him, you saw Emmett still looking down at you, horrified. You wondered why, for a second, before realizing your fingers were tangled firmly in his belt loops, desperately pressing his hips against yours as you’d braced for your end.

Now, though, that the danger had passed, all you were doing was grinding yourself firmly against his erection. Which had definitely not gone away, despite all the imminent, life-threatening danger.

Emmett’s hand brushed against yours, and your heart skipped, only for him to pry your fingers apart, releasing himself from your death grip. He refused to make eye contact with you; instead awkwardly shuffling out of the car, and facing away as you crawled out after him.

Your heart was still thundering in your chest, maybe even a bit louder than it had been as you were being stalked by the monster. You wished desperately to be able to talk to Emmett; you hadn’t said more than two words to him since you’d set out earlier this morning. That wasn’t unusual, but if there was ever a time when you wished for the ability to communicate, it was right now.

You scanned quickly for any safe space. Now that you had time to actually assess your surroundings, you noticed several buildings with wide open doors. You tugged Emmett’s sleeve, silently telling him to follow you.

He did follow, somewhat reluctantly, and soon you were deep in the relative safety of the stockroom of a small store, your weapons and backpacks cast quickly aside. Someone who had been here before you had taken the time to shove mattresses up against every wall - added protection to muffle any sounds from within. Finally, you could speak.

“Emmett…”

But where could you even begin? Did you admit that you had feelings for him? Would that only scare him away? Maybe scaring him was good; if that was what a little adrenaline had done to him, part of you felt tempted to put him in even more dangerous situations. But, then again, if that’s all it had been, then maybe he didn’t like you at all. At least, not in the way you liked him. As you quietly wrestled with indecision, Emmett took over the conversation.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, still not meeting your gaze. “I didn’t mean- I’m… Fuck.”

“Sorry?” you echoed. “What are you sorry for?”

“For…”

Emmett trailed off; his face twisted into a new expression of pained awkwardness. The tension was thick enough to wrap solidly around your ankles, rooting you to the spot where you stood.

Emmett shuffled, apparently still restless despite the heavy pressure that had settled over the small room. Your whole body felt weighed down, and yet you were still buzzing with the unchecked excitement that always came after surviving a close call. Your veins felt ready to burst.

“Shit, is it hot in here?” you wondered.

While outside you’d been freezing in the cold morning air, suddenly in here you felt flushed. Maybe Emmett wasn’t the only one who’d been affected by the adrenaline rush.

You peeled off your jacket, and looked up to see Emmett’s eyes glued to you.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m-”

You cut Emmett off before he could finish his sentence.

“Don’t say you’re sorry again,” you whispered, a bit more harshly than necessary. “You don’t need to apologize if it’s nothing.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Emmett sighed.

“So it’s not nothing?”

“What’s not nothing?” Emmett shot back, exasperated. “The way that I’ve been trying my best to ignore you looking at me like you want to rip my clothes off for the last week?”

You stared back at him with renewed horror. It hadn’t really been that obvious, had it? You had felt certain he hadn’t noticed you staring.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” you gasped.

“Because I didn’t want what just happened to happen!”

“Nothing just happened,” you hissed.

Now you were the one spitting out denials. The oppressive atmosphere grew hotter, and you felt the need to strip off more layers. Not that doing that would be particularly helpful right now.

“Look, Emmett - do you like me?”

You figured that asking him point blank would get you the most direct answer. Instead, he looked at you as if you’d just grown an extra two heads.

And you might as well have, for all the good your current one was doing you. You racked your brain for another strategy, growing increasingly frustrated by the second.

“Do I like you?” Emmett said finally, interrupting your frenzy of thoughts. “What kind of question is that?” “It’s the kind that I’d sure like an answer to,” you replied. “If we’re going to be able to move forward from this, one way or another.”

Emmett glared at you, incredulous, his mouth hanging open as the rest of his face twisted into a look that was hard to read. Just when you thought he was going to turn on his heel and walk out, he took a step closer to you.

In the next breath, he’d grabbed your shoulders and pulled you in, quickly stifling your gasp with his lips.

Kissing Emmett felt like fighting for air, and like having it pumped directly into your lungs. All at the same time, and all scorchingly hot as his lips seared against yours. The torturous days spent fantasizing about this exact moment flashed before your eyes, as you tried to search for some hint that you’d missed to suggest that he felt the same way. Had you really been so wrapped up in your own pining that you hadn’t noticed him struggling, too?

As you both pulled back, you stared at him in shock. Emmett’s eyes were on your lips, too downcast for you to catch his gaze. But finally, they flickered up and lit the spark that had been smoldering deep inside of you. Your fingers tightened over his clothes

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” you asked again, feverish. It was a challenge to keep your voice quiet.

“Say anything about what?” Emmett bit back.

You noticed the way his eyes drifted over you, taking in the frazzled and overwhelmed state you were in. That kiss had taken a lot out of you, and you were frantically scrambling to re-collect your thoughts.

“Why torture both of us by pretending that you don’t want the same thing I do?” you clarified.

Emmett’s hands traveled up to your face, cupping your jaw in his palms as he tugged gently, pulling you to meet him again.

“Because I didn’t want any distractions.”

That was probably the most ironic answer he could have given. What had you spent the past few days doing if not being constantly, thoroughly distracted? By him; by the question of whether or not he would notice you, in the way that you found it all but impossible not to notice him?

“That’s so stupid,” you grunted, closing the rest of the distance between you.

You barely resisted as Emmett maneuvered you, swinging you both with your lips pressed together so that he could pin you against a small table. He lifted you up, making you sit on the surface, as his rough hands wandered over your legs.

“Some of us have self control,” he informed you.

“Really? Who?”

His fingers tightened their grip, and you felt thankful that you were already seated. Without the support of the table, you almost certainly would have crumpled against him. Emmett’s waist was between your legs, and you squeezed desperately, not wanting to let him go in case he suddenly got the idea that this wasn’t the time or place.

And it wasn’t, but you weren’t about to let that stop you.

Emmett’s hand snaked under your shirt, then your bra, rubbing his thumb against the hard peak that had already formed. You bit his lip, cautiously at first, and then with more vigor as your bodies reacted to the other’s touch. It had been so long since you’d done anything like this, and you felt your legs growing more shaky already.

“Take my pants off,” you gasped, pulling away for a frenzied breath of air.

Emmett deftly popped the button on your jeans; practically growling at the sight of you once he had finally peeled them off. You settled back onto the table, and hooked your legs around him once more. Already wet, you could feel yourself stick to the cloth of his t-shirt.

“Fuck,” you sighed, bracing your hands on the table to push closer.

Emmett pulled back, and just as you were about to complain, you felt his hand drift down and brush through your folds. Shivering all over again, you threw your head back.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” Emmett muttered, just like you’d thought he would.

“I don’t care. Need to feel you,” you moaned, grabbing his wrist and guiding his fingers right where you wanted them.

You let go, urging him to take over. Despite his reluctance, Emmett seemed all too willing to be pulled along. His fingers sank into you, eliciting a long whine.

“Be quiet,” he reminded you.

But, luckily, the threat of making enough noise to be noticed by whatever monsters were lurking outside wasn’t enough to stop him. He pressed deeper, curling his fingers and brushing the pad of his thumb dangerously close to the bundle of nerves that would almost certainly seal your fate. It was a dangerous game, and every whimper that threatened to escape your lips could be your last, if it was loud enough.

“Fuck.”

Your legs were sore from walking for days, and it hurt as he spread them. It felt good, though; the deep stretch serving to set your imagination on fire with all the possibilities that were unlocking with every twinge of your sore muscles.

“Emmett.” You put a hand on his shoulder. “I… I want more than your fingers.”

“Don’t push it,” he warned. “You’re already causing enough trouble as is.”

You pouted, but felt something stir inside of you at his words. If you had anything to say about it, you would show him just how much trouble you could be.

“I didn’t realize this was such an- inconvenience for you,” you snapped, voice hitching in the middle as he hit that spot that made you see stars.

“I didn’t want you to realize,” he shot back.

“And yet, look where we’ve ended up. Despite your best efforts.”

The devilish smirk that played out over your lips seemed to make Emmett falter, and you felt him brush against your clit again. You had to bite your lip to stop from screaming.

Teetering dangerously on the edge of destruction only made you more eager to press on. The adrenaline from earlier had started to resurge, and you clung to it, heart beating fast in your ears as you rapidly approached your climax.

“Emmett. Gonna come,” you warned, already out of breath before you began.

Wordlessly, Emmett kissed you again, and you felt yourself explode against him. His thumb traced circles over your clit, somehow feather-light but solid, all at once. You cursed against his lips, maybe a little louder than you should have, but it was too late to take back now. As your high faded, you listened carefully for the shrill screech that would let you know you’d been caught.

It never came, and slowly you allowed yourself to start breathing again. Leaning over you, Emmett pressed his forehead against yours.

“That was way too close,” he complained.

“But worth it,” you hummed. “C’mon. Now it’s your turn.”

Eyes still half-clouded with sex, you struggled for a few seconds to find his zipper. As soon as you’d started to pull it down, Emmett stopped you.

“We’ve barely survived the last hour,” he scoffed. “And now you want me to fuck you?”

“I was just gonna jerk you off,” you lied. “But hey. If you want…”

Emmett’s face turned bright red as he realized the corner he’d been backed into.

“Come on - you weren’t complaining two seconds ago,” you teased. “Well, I mean, you were. But you seemed into it.”

Emmett sighed, but his shoulders stiffened as you reached past his zipper and took hold of him. He was definitely still into it.

You slid off the table but stayed pressed against it, leaning back slightly as you pulled him out and pressed his head flush to your core. He slipped in easily, already slick with your arousal and unable to resist the pull of your body.

You sighed, and that was enough to make Emmett grab hold of you again, burying himself all the way in with one thrust.

The shock of it was sudden, but you quickly recovered and pulled him in closer, greedily pressing him as far as he could go.

“This is exactly what I’ve wanted,” you hummed, smiling contentedly.

Emmett’s only response was a grunt, as he pushed deeply into you again, dragging his hips back before snapping forward. His hands were holding onto your arms, keeping you steady against the sharp edge of the table. Both of you hung onto each other for dear life.

“Goddamn distracting…” Emmett muttered. It sounded like only part of a sentence, but you didn’t catch the rest. Too wrapped up in the way he was filling you.

Without warning, he pulled all the way out. He flipped you around, bracing your palms against the table, and then sank back in. You felt your walls tighten around him as you moaned, a little louder.

Fingers splayed over the grain of the wood, you clawed at the table as Emmett pummeled into you, picking up speed to match the erratic beat of your heart. Your eyes screwed shut, chasing the pleasure that steadily built in your stomach.

“Shit. I’m gonna come again,” you gasped, already feeling the waves wash over you.

From behind, Emmett’s hand reached around to slap over your mouth, one more time, pulling your head back a little as he continued to rut into you. You made a muffled sound of protest, but he kept going.

You didn’t have long to concern yourself with comfort, as you were quickly overtaken by pleasure. You let yourself give in; surrendering to the feeling that coursed through you, and the way that his hips never stopped snapping up to meet yours, and the rough palm he held over your mouth. Which was fortunate, actually, because without Emmett’s hand stifling your sounds, they almost certainly would have gotten you both killed.

“Mmmf!”

You tried and failed to bite back the cry that threatened to erupt, only halted by Emmett as he succeeded in keeping his hand steady.

But it was clear he was close behind you. His hips bucked up with far less precision than they had a few minutes ago, and you could feel him tear out at the very last second, leaving you empty.

“Mmm!”

You cried again as you felt Emmett bite down, his mouth clamped onto your shoulder as he came, stifling his own desperate growl. His cum went not into you but all over you, coating the inside of your legs before he could stop himself. Emmett had clearly waited slightly too long to pull out.

The soft grunt that vibrated through his teeth sent a shiver down your whole body, followed by another as he rubbed himself into the mess that was now dripping between your legs. Chasing the feel of your combined lust and the friction of your thighs.

“Self control, huh?” you goaded, once he had finally pulled his hand off of your mouth.

“More than you.”

Emmett’s rough voice was right in your ear, and you felt his chest press into your back, breathing heavy to make up for lost air.

“Well,” you said, a bit breathless yourself. “I guess we’ll just have to see about that.”

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 3 months

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Foreplay 18+

Ft: Shunsui Kyoraku and Kenpachi Zaraki / Resident: @enchantedforest-network / Masterlist / WC:800+/ Synopsis: They get you all alone and now you are theirs for the taking and pleasing. They know what you like and they will use it to their advantage. TW: Masturbation, Oral sex (receiving female), Fingering, Biting, Suggestive Language, Rough Kissing, Marking, Possessive Behavior, Pet names (baby girl, babe, atta girl) MINORS DNI

Shunsui

“Atta girl, just relax, let your captain take care of you.” The scruffy-looking captain, his large hands placing your legs over his shoulder. The alluring looking in his eyes as he made contact with you lowering himself to your swollen cunt. He would feel your legs trembling on his shoulders. You could hear a low chuckle coming from his lips that made your heart race.

The tip of his tongue grazed your clit so lightly causing your back to arch moving away from his tongue. His hands wrapping around your things bringing you back down. His cock ached seeing that the slightest touch he ever did to you made you jump. His tongue once more brushed between your slit as he felt your resistance to move but he had his grip on your.

Your fingers gripped his long wild hair as you were panting. You could feel yourself becoming heavier in your breathing. Your sensitive clit is being taunted by his talented tongue. “Just like that~~~” the words dragging from your lips feeling your eyes roll back with enjoyment.

You could hear the slightly obnoxious slurping sounds coming from him. “You're the best thing I ever tasted, baby girl.” lower husky voice as one of his hands reaches for one of your breasts, his thumb grazing over your nipple making it hard.

“Must you tease me so mmmm~~~” as you spoke the words he buried his head between you once more. “Shiii”

“It’s Shunsui baby girl.” he cooed in his tempting voice.

Such a smartass remark and yet you couldn’t care less you were lost in your own pleasure. His hands decide to push your legs further apart bringing his head back to see how puff your lips have gotten. “What a sight… and it's all mine.” His thumb brushes your clit. Making direct eye contact with you, giving a devilish grin as he bit his lower lip. “All mines” His fingers gripped his aching cock as he began to stroke himself. He began to think of everything he had in store for you today.

Your eyes trailed down his defined body as you watched him stroke his girthy cock. Hearing the small groans coming from his lips. “More teasing now.” your eyes flashing back up at his eyes.

“You want me?” he looked at his cock then back at you “Beg for it and I will give it to you just the way you like it.”

Kenpachi

No even being able to form a proper sentence as his fingers thrust deep into your. It was almost hard to catch your breath. His fingers were coated with your sweet nectar the sound of sloshing as he went in and out. But he wanted to hear more than his finger just thrusting inside of you. Your back was pressed against his chest, his muscular arm was between your legs, his other hand turning your neck to the side as you could feel his teeth and lips attack your neck.

The territorial captain of the 11th squad felt the urge to make you say his name loud and clear throughout his barracks.

“Fuck!!!!” you cried out your hand gripping his forearm that was between your legs you weren’t even able to budge the man who overpowered you. “I-I don’t wanna cum yet.” You didn’t realize your fingernails were digging into his skin

“You're not in charge of that now. I will be the one to determine when you cum now.” His warm breath was against your dampened skin. Kenpachi's eye looked at your neck seeing the swollen red marks that were now getting darker in a matter of seconds. He took pride in marking what was his. “You're so fucking wet. That little cunt of your squeezing around my fingers. I can imagine the way your cunt would squeeze around my cock.” his tongue grazed your neck.

Your juices were spilling onto the sheet. As your head dropped to see his hand moving in and out of your. It was turning you on just watching him finger fuck you right there. His hand gripped your jaw as he turned your head towards him. He roughly pressed his lips against yours as he was pulling away he nibbled on your lip“Your loving every fucking minute of this huh babe?”

“You love feeding that ego of yours.” Hazy eyes looked at your lover with cheeks flushed by the color pink.

The signature laugh rattles through your body. “You have no idea what it's doing to me. It makes me wanna fuck you while you are on all fours as my hand is pressed on the back of your neck. Maybe that is what you want…..Is it?”

That sounds nice so so nice. “Maybe it is.” your voice was panting as you challenged his words

His fingers pull out of you the juices falling down his finger “Making such a fucking mess god I love it.” He brought his fingers to his lips as he sucked your juices. “You're such a damn brat now, You know what happens to brats in this bedroom.”

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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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Touch me

reader x dom!haechan

smut | nsfw | mdni

very sweet dom!haechan, suggestion of past self harm and anxiety, mental healing, virgin reader, big dick haechan, pet names (baby, angel, princess), lots of praising, nipple play, oral (f), fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), creampie

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

with lots of love and patience haechan was able to heal your soul. with him it feels right and you are ready to take the next big leap

[❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜ + ❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜]

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK 🖤

A/N: this is to celebrate the Ay-yo MV 💚

Heachan was always a tease. He was always trying a new way to get on your nerves. A new way to make fun of you or just be loud, obnoxious and annoying. From an exterior perspective you two didn’t look like a very harmonious couple but that didn’t matter.

Because between the both of you, you understood each other perfectly, on a spiritual level. You were a really anxious and nervous person and Haechan’s lighthearted teases were primarily a way of getting you out of your own head. When you were calling him annoying you were not putting yourself down. When you were playfully hitting him in the ribs you were not harming yourself.

Haechan was healing you.

In private that is what he was. He was as solid as a rock you knew you could always lean on. Taking care of your frail heart when nobody was watching. Showering you with kisses and words of affirmation when it was just the both of you. Making you more confident everyday.

And today was another big step to take.

You two had been dating for a while and you decided it was time to finally let Haechan be really intimate with you. You decided to finally give him your everything.

Your hands were trembling when you two were kissing on his bed. Heachan was confused but he picked up something that was off. He tried to soothe you by rubbing small circles on your back, kissing you slowly, pouring his love into it.

“Haechan I-” you started, nervously biting your bottom lip down.

“What's wrong baby?” he asked.

“I want…” the words got caught in your throat.

“It’s ok baby” he took your hands into his, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. You took a deep breath.

“I want… you” you finally exhaled in a mere murmur.

Haechan instantly sat back up straight on the headboard. You didn't expect him to react this way and you fidgeted with your fingers trying to scan his face.

Haechan never expected that. Well at least not today, not right now. Actually he never not even once pressured you into doing anything and he was ready to wait for you for as long as necessary. Though there were times he couldn’t fight against his nature and would get hard because you kissed him back a little more roughly or your hands wandered a little high on his fleshy thighs. But he never ever tried to convince you to go further.

“Are you sure?” he finally spoke out.

Heachan took your hands in his again. You initially thought he was going to bounce around the room like a child on christmas morning but instead of excitement you only distinguished worry swimming in his dark brown orbs.

“Yes. I am”. You replied as affirmatively as you could and it did the trick. Haechan believed you.

He started to lean back into you and kissed you again. It started out like any kiss from him. It was gentle and warm but as time went by Haechan let lust win over him and the kiss deepened. He caught your face between both his warm sun kissed hands, pulling you deeper into his embrace.

Haechan briefly broke the kiss to pass his graphic t-shirt over his head. You looked at him in awe. Your eyes trailed his bronzed skin from collarbone to his toned abs. You’ve seen him without his shirt before but it was never in this setting. This time it stirred something in the pit of your stomach and you harshly pressed your thighs together.

Haechan leaned over you once again to pick up right where he left off. While he was lapping at your tongue, you let your hands wander down his toned chest to his belt and eventually your fingers glazed over something poking through his jeans.

You instinctively retracted your hand. Haechan broke the kiss to look at you.

“I-... S-sorry. I-” you stuttered, nervously scratching your neck but Heachan stopped you. He gently caught your wrist.

“It's okay, you can touch me.” He placed your hand right on his bulge. You felt it twitch as soon as your fingers glazed over it. You were absolutely petrified. But Haechan knew how to ease you into it. He knew how to guide you.

He started to palm himself with your hand. Applying some pressure into your hand. His hips also responded to your touch and they rolled into your palm.

“Fffuck” Haechan breathed out, closing his eyes to this new sensation.

You didn’t expect he would make such a sound, swearing under his breath that way. You felt arousal build up in your core. Soon Haechan let go of your hand and you went on to continue to pleasure him on your own.

“Yes baby just like that” he praised, breath short, jaw hanging open as you felt your cheeks burn.

After a while you felt like his poor length was ready to suffocate through the tighter than ever jeans. So you stopped and Haechan instantly buried his face in the crook of your neck while he laid your back flat against the soft mattress.

He planted a thousand kisses all over you while he gently peeled off every piece of clothing cladding your body until you were left in your underwear. Your heart had never beaten so fast. You wanted to crawl into a hole when his avid eyes roamed over you as you surrendered your body’s every secret and somehow the deep brown orbs appeared to be still yearning for more.

Then he finally took your bra off. You took a deep breath trying to chase away the crushing nervousness.

“You are beautiful, baby” he exhaled. Barely being able to wrap his mind around what was happening. Finally getting to see you under him like this.

He kissed you again. From your neck going down to your chest, you arched your back onto him when his wet tongue lapped at your hard nipple. A soft moan escaping your lips as you bit your bottom lip right after, trying to cage in the rest of the moans caught up in your throat.

“I wanna hear more of those sounds” Haechan practically growled lips attached to your lower stomach. He briefly got up to rip away his jeans and boxers and you finally saw it.

Haechan’s cock.

Your eyes round up at the sight and you try to swallow down the lump in your throat but to no avail. You never expected him to be this big… The thick member sits tall and proud. Harder than rock, ornamented by thick veins running down the shaft. A bead of precum pearling at its slit. You nervously swipe your tongue over your lips.

You’re having second thoughts you don’t think you can fit this inside of you but before you have time to voice out your concerns Haechan has picked up on it.

When he joins you back on the bed he goes back to smothering you with kisses and affection going lower into your pubic bone.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you nice and ready for me” He says just before planting a kiss on your clothed center. You feel yourself quiver under his lips.

Delicately Haechan removes your underwear and can’t help but smirk when he notices the wet patch staining them before tossing them to the side. But he keeps it to himself. There will be plenty of time to tease you about it when you are both done.

You fight the urge to close your legs when Haechan eyes down your most private part, lustful glint tinting his dark orbs.

This time that is it. No turning back, you’re doing this.

Haechan kisses you again right on your bundle of nerves and you can’t begin to explain the difference between now and when you still had your underwear on. The contact with his plump lips makes you grip the sheets. And Haechan can’t help but notice you are very responsive.

He plants another kiss but this time let his tongue linger on your folds. You feel a shot of electricity down your spine when he starts to flick his tongue.

“Fuck baby you taste so fucking sweet”

You repress an embarrassed whimper while Haechan grows hungrier. Relentlessly sucking on your bundle of nerves sending electricity through your core, gathering more and more arousal gushing out of your quivering center.

Haechan then gently slipped one finger inside your dripping heat. You take a deep breath as his digit progresses inside you until he bottoms out.

“That’s my good girl” he praised as he rubbed small circles as deep as his finger could reach.

It was bearable until he curled his finger right into a spot you never suspected to be there in the first place. A shot of pure pleasure ripped through you as you moaned out loud and arched your back.

“Hmm…” Haechan purred in satisfaction, lips flush against your soaked core. “So sensitive for me, baby”

He pushed your magic button again and again which resulted in your arousal gushing out of you abundantly.

“Fuck baby. Can you take another one?” Haechan asked while he presented a second finger at your entrance.

You nodded your head frantically, pushing your hips down trying to get him to fill you up as soon as he could. He chuckled.

“My angel is so eager for my fingers” he said as he slid a second digit in. You bit your lips at the sting you felt as he parted you.

“H-Haechan” you cried out.

The way your walls stretched out around his fingers was intoxicating. Haechan started to slowly move in and out of you while you mewled.

“So good baby. So good for me” he whispered right before latching back onto your bundles of nerves. The deadly combo of his fingers pumping in and out of you while his tongue flicked your clit was slowly driving you to your edge.

“Please Haechan…” you cried out, hand going to entangle with his thick shiny hair. “Please don’t stop I’m gonna c-”

“Go ahead baby” He said, smirking against your folds.

Haechan didn’t rest, fingering you and feasting on you like a buffet until you felt yourself quivering around his fingers, walls eagerly gripping his digits as if trying to keep them inside you forever.

Before you could even realize you released all over Haechan’s mouth, which he happily welcomed, eagerly drinking your cum like a parched man.

While you gently came down from your high Haechan massaged your thighs and kissed all over them.

When you came back to a relative consciousness Haechan was kneeling between your legs. Huge cock in hand, lazily stroking himself as he looked at you being already fucked out.

“Are you ready for me, my princess?” his husky voice resonated in the dark room. “are you okay with going raw?” He looked kind of embarrassed all of a sudden. “I didn’t come prepared. I-... I didn’t know you wanted-”

“Yes, it’s okay. I’m on the pill” you interrupted him. “Please Haechan… I want you now” you whimpered while spreading your legs even wider.

“Shittt” He cursed under his breath, trying not to let your shameless behavior drive him crazy.

He aligned himself with your entrance, rubbing circles with his tip, gathering your wetness. And he started pushing into you. You held your breath as he pushed inch after inch of his large member inside you.

You felt yourself perfectly accommodating him, the dull pain growing stronger as he progressed. You bit your lips and frowned your brows. You moaned loudly as he bottomed out.

“Look at that. My good girl perfectly taking my cock like this” He stroked your face which made you look up at him. “So good for me my baby” he praised as he very gently pulled out to push back in.

This time it hurt a lot less. You moaned as he reached the bottom of you once again.

After a few back and forths the pain came to completely disappear. Soon the familiar knot started to tighten again in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck I just won’t be able to behave when your pussy grips my cock so fucking tight” Haechan growled as his fingers dug into your side. “I just wanna fuck you hard into the mattress” He snapped his hips into yours a lot faster and you saw stars for a brief second, pleasure shooting from your center in each of your limbs. You wanted more of this.

“You can be rough. I can take it.” you affirmed, a neediness in the voice your boyfriend didn’t fail to notice.

Haechan’s eyes snapped back to you. “You think you can take me all in baby?” Haechan asked, his voice was low, raspy and his tone was serious, almost strained. He wanted to be absolutely certain that was what you wanted because he knew if he let himself slip on that road he wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Yes. Fuck me harder Haechan” you begged.

You felt him twitch inside you. And without another word he grabbed you at the hips rotating them at a specific angle and smashed himself inside you.

“Fuck” you screamed. You felt like you were transported to another dimension.

The pleasure he was providing you was something you never experienced before. A sensation that takes over everything and anything. The blissful joy spreading in your body, making your mind hazy as you moaned and whimpered for Haechan, completely losing consciousness of anything but him.

“Fuck baby” he started as beads of sweat ran down on either side of his beautiful sun kissed face. Half lidded eyes soaked with lust staring back at you. “Fuck y/n” he grunted. “Gonna cum for you”. he announced, short breathed, strained raw voice moaning into your ear.

“Yes please. Inside. Inside me” you begged as your fingers came down to play with your clit eager to chase your own high. And you do almost instantly.

You finally grasp your orgasm. It completely tears through you. Completely drunk on him you moan his name again and again as you cum for the second time, completely soaking him and the mattress while your walls clench and spasm around his thick cock which is the last straw for Haechan.

Finally he lets go inside you, completely covering your center with thick ropes of white hot burning cum. His slender fingers firmly holding your hips down on him while he fills you up to the brink.

He rolls down next to you completely drained and exhausted. You two have to catch your breaths for a few minutes before you can even begin to think normally again. Completely drunk on the pleasure and the euphoria of the moment.

Haechan is the first to break the silence.

“Fuck” he swears in a breath, his glistening chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I love you so much y/n”

a/n: what did you think? honestly i have a soft spot for gentle dom haechan. he's just so cute. really tried to give reader and him an authentic/genuine relationship. tell me if you liked it. i love reading your comments. dont be shy to drop my asks <3 anyway hope you enjoyed ay-yo <3

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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I desperately need something where reader is kinda having a body worship moment with Eddie over his lil waist? 🫣like, she’s placing kisses/love bites all over his torso while he lets out breathing moans/whimpers. maybe a few laughs bc he’s ticklish and involuntarily body/hip twitches from all the touching?

AN | You wanted some soft, sweet body worship? You get some! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.9k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

Your Turn

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The boy was sprawled out on the bed underneath you, eyes closed and bottom lip worried between his teeth. You were beaming at him, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. You were straddling his waist, hands holding his and fingers delicately laced together as you took your time to make him fall apart. Judging from the blissed out look on his face, you were already succeeding.

“You’re so pretty, honey boy,” you pulled one of your hands from his and brought it to his face, ghosting the tips of your fingers over the contours of his handsome features. He opened his eyes slowly and his heart almost stopped at the sight of you watching him with nothing short of pure adoration etched all over your own face, “such pretty, soft brown eyes. Nice, soft plush lips that were made for kissing.”

“Only for kissin’ you,” he managed to murmur as you traced your thumb along his full bottom lip.

“Duh,” you teased as you brought your hand to your own lips, pressed a kiss to your fingers before pressing back to his own, “you’re all mine, Eddie Munson. And I’m all yours.”

"Mmmm," he hummed in content as you ran your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. He practically keened into your touch as you untangled some of his roguish waves. He'd let you wash his hair earlier when you'd showered together, practically melting into a puddle at the feeling of you working magic with your fingers.

"I love your hair," you whispered, as you admired the shiny, soft dark locks. You secretly hoped that he would never change it, no matter how old you both grew, "its so pretty. I wanna braid it later. May I?"

"You can do whatever you'd like, angel," his entire body was humming with warm energy under your display of love.

"Just what I like to hear," you leaned down to kiss him, pressing gentle, barely there kisses to the apples of cheeks, forehead, chin, and nose before stopping at his lips, "so soft and lovely."

“You’re teasing,” he huffed lightly as you giggled at him, nudging your nose against his, “angel.”

“I am not teasing,” you insisted softly, “I am just taking my sweet time lovin’ on you. Is that okay, honey boy?”

“Y-yeah,” he swallowed thickly as you dragged your lips across his jaw. You could feel the fervent pitter-patter of his heart under your palm, as you lavished him in attention. He so rarely asked for anything, but he always gave and gave and gave. But tonight you had turned the tables, and decided that you were going to give him all of the love you possessed in your body.

You focused your attention on his glorious neck, kissing the skin and making sure to leave your mark in the form of love bites over as much of him as possible. You knew he loved leaving his signature behind on you, and you wanted everyone to know he was yours just as much. He made a small sound in the back of his throat as you soothed the soft bites with your tongue.

“Taste so good,” you whispered into his ear, “oh my love, you are everything and more to me.”

“I love you,” he turned his face to yours so he could press a soft kiss to your lips, “my angel.”

“I love you,” you promised before slowly moving to straddle him again. You tugged on the hem of his well loved and worn t-shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off. He nodded slowly and you pushed the fabric up his torso, smiling when he leaned up so you could pull it off his frame and toss it to the side, “delicious.”

You raked your fingers over his chest, taking a moment to trace over the tattoos into his skin. The most recent one was a small heart with your initials placed under his left collarbone. You thought he had been joking when he mentioned getting it, but when he’d come home and proudly displayed it to you, your heart almost burst with affection and adoration. You gently touched the soft bits of hair on his chest and trail that started below his belly button and disappeared into the waistband of his gray joggers.

You traced an invisible line with the tip of your finger from one freckle to the next that littered his torso. You heard a small giggle as he squirmed lightly under your touch; it was a pretty sound that you loved pulling from him, “I forgot you were so ticklish, baby. Want me to stop?”

“N-no,” you met his eyes and found excited, big brown orbs staring at you, “like it when you touch me.”

“Oh, trust me, I know that,” you grinned before blowing a raspberry into the crook of his shoulder which only caused him to laugh even harder, “stay still, baby.”

“‘m trying,” he insisted breathlessly, “you’re playing dirty.”

“Oh, I can play dirtier,” you promised, “trust me.”

You placed wet kisses along his collarbones, trailing them down his chest. His hands were at his side, clutching at the blanket as you took your time with him. This might have been your favorite spot in the world, and part of you wished this night would never have to end. Working your way down his body, you stopped when you were laying between his spread legs, resting your head on his thigh, “you’re such a view, Eds.”

“So are you,” there was a bit of that teasing lilt back to his voice as a lazy little smile tugged up the corners of his mouth, “especially when you’re down there like that.”

“Cheeky,” you grazed your fingers over his waistband of his sweats before pulling them down ever so slightly to expose his hips. When you pressed kisses to his hip bones, you could almost feel him shuddering under your touch, “nothing to say now?”

He moaned softly as you pulled the joggers and his legs, leaving him clad in only his plaid boxers. You raked your fingers over his legs, using your nails to tickle him lightly as he squirmed and laughed. Wrapping a hand around his ankle, you pulled his leg up so you could press kisses there. You repeated the action on his other leg. Eventually you made your way back up his body, lying on top of him and clinging onto him like a koala.

“Hi,” his chuckle was soft in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you, “you’re so warm and soft.”

“So are you,” you pulled back for a moment and looked down at him, “you’re my best friend, Eddie. I hope you know how much I love you.”

“You’re my best friend too,” his smile was magical; wide, toothy, and dimple displaying. You weren’t sure how anyone could resist falling in love with him as soon as they saw him smile, “and you’re so smart, so kind, so funny, and so fuckin’ pretty.”

“Hey,” you touched his face softly, “this is supposed to me loving you, not the other way around. But, I love you for all the same things and then some. You are everything to me, Eddie Munson. And that is never going to change.”

“Never,” he agreed, before slowly shifting your bodies so you were lying underneath him. He leaned down and kissed you, “my turn.”

“Eddie.”

“Please, angel, let me love you,” and how could you ever say no to him?

“Okay,” you smiled at him, “I love you.”

“Love you more.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #st

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ruhorih4ra · 3 months

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Hi! ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

First of all, I want to extend a very heartfelt apology to the fellow sheep that belong to the Anti-Lucifer League JAJAJA because this chapter is completely about the viejo sabroso.

What did you say? that my favoritism is showing? That's ridiculous.

(I promise all of them will have their own special moment with Mc, yes even the killer cow.)

I kind of thought I had already put spoilers warnings in the first part but heheh surprise! I didn't! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> not much of a spoiler but I wrote the fic without explaining things that won't make sense if you haven't finished the game? (God I don't know but I think I did because I do that all the fucking time)

Part 15!

Get out of my way 🌈

“I hurt your brothers.” You said, curtly. Admitting it felt worse than you had expected. Your eyes were glued to your hands, avoiding those of the older brother, who hadn’t uttered a single word. “You were right when we met, I wasn’t and I am not trustworthy.” You couldn’t help the slight tremble in your voice. “I shouldn’t live in the house of lamentation anymore.” Lucifer remained silent.

“I shouldn’t be your master.” You finally said, feeling a pain in your chest that you were getting used to. You searched for Lucifer’s eyes expecting to see disappointment and anger, but to your surprise he had turned around and now you could only stare at his broad back.

He had turned around since your first confession, he was as much afraid to meet your gaze as you were of looking his. He knew you would be angry and ready to leave them as you should have since the first time he dared to threaten you. He knew it was for the best and wouldn’t have the nerve to deny you, not after he proved to be unworthy.

And then you spoke and he cursed the relief he felt, of course you would take all the blame, of course you would forget about their mistakes and the way they had hurt you too. You were like a mirror years ago, accepting all the pain and never asking why, forgive and forget. But Lucifer knows best, that path only has one end and the fall is long and painful.

The Avatar of Pride was tired. First, you wandered through the Devildom in complete solitude, getting hurt by who knows who without him being able to reach you, much less stopping them. Then, his brother almost died in his arms without him being able to do anything. No matter how hard he tries, the ones he loves the most are always out of reach. He looked at you and noticed how you had lost weight, another thing he had failed at.

“How old do you think I am, Mc?” He asked. The sudden question left you confused but you laughed nonetheless. “Jurassic Park brings memories?” You joked and he turned around with a small smile gracing his lips. “I’ll let that slide.” He walked towards the couch. “I’m very old.” Lucifer said as he sat on the sofa, next to you.

You smiled, still confused by the sudden change of topic, but decided to go with it, after all, whatever he wanted to say couldn’t be as painful as what you had to say. You took a strand of black hair, those few that were white at the very end, and replied. “I can see that.” Your eyes finally met and it wasn’t painful or filled with distrust. It was nice, simply nice. Both of you laughed.

“As I was saying, dear. I have lived for quite some time now. In fact, I am at least ten million years older than you.” Lucifer was smiling, caressing your hand with his thumb. You remained quiet, suddenly very aware of Lucifer’s face of fatigue and glassy eyes. “Naturally, my brothers are rather old too.”

You swallowed hard before removing your hand from Lucifer’s touch. As much as you wanted to go back to the same old routine, you knew it wouldn’t be long before the guilt ate you alive. “I don’t understand how this has anything to do with the fact that I hurt your family.” Your hand brushed the places that Lucifer had touched, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the demon. “I told them horrible things, you know that?” You watched carefully Lucifer’s face, waiting for his reaction. “I ordered them too, just like I ordered you to shut up.” The avatar of pride seemed absent, unamused. “I even thought of…” you forced the words out. “of hurt them, physically. Seriously harm them.” A couple of silent tears rolled down your face.

Lucifer wiped them gently, as slowly as he could, because he knew that was all he would ever get. “I think about physically hurting them almost every day.” Lucifer said, in a playful tone you couldn’t bear. “Stop! I’m not playing, Lucifer! This is serious, I tried and succeeded. I harmed them!” You hit Lucifer’s chest and, to your surprise, he stifled a whimper.

You came to a halt immediately, looking a drop of sweat slide off from his forehead. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” The prideful demon tried to get up but you were faster, or maybe it was just Lucifer giving up. You opened his already torn shirt to reveal a burnt wound of your pact mark, as if it had been branded with a hot iron. “What the fuck is that?” You stopped Lucifer from buttoning his shirt. “What happened? Tell me.” You fought a silent staring battle until Lucifer sighed. “You called us through the pact but it was…” the demon was searching for the right words but knew that the human in front of him wouldn’t listen. “It was uncertain. I don’t know what happened.”

You laughed bitterly. “You know what happened, you’re ten million years older, aren’t you? What happened, Lucifer?” He rubbed his face. “It’s not your fault.” You put your hand on his chest, pressing slightly harder. He winced in pain. “That’s not what I asked.” You said. He took your wrist but made no effort to stop you. On the contrary, he pushed your hand further into his chest. “It’s not your fault.”

You looked into his eyes as you pressed more. “...” He was clearly surprised, but it was difficult to express it since he was fighting the urge to scream. “Very well, Mc. That’s enough.” An immediate expression of relief reached his face the moment you removed your hand from his thorax. “I appreciate the romantic gesture but I want to know the truth Lucifer.”

“That’s the truth, it wasn’t your fault. You called us but it wasn’t on purpose. It was a reflex. Not a spell, but directionless magic.”, “So I hurt you even when I didn’t mean to.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “The only way you could do it.” Lucifer thought but he decided to keep that to himself.

“Mc, we have lived through worse.” The avatar of pride took your chin and forced you to see him. “We can endure this and more. What about you? What we did to you.” You pushed his hand once more. Lucifer tried to bury the pain he felt every time you decided to avert his touch, but it didn’t hurt any less. “Don’t be stupid, Lucifer. What did you do? Replaced me?” You gestured with your hand before he could deny anything. “And so what? I should have acted like a normal person and just leave.” You said. “Instead of developing a damn curse.” You thought, bitterly.

“I’m glad you didn’t leave.” He knew that was selfish and unfair, he knew he was no better than a little kid throwing a tantrum. “I can’t say the same.” You murmured.

You had called Levi more than the others, you had wanted to see him so badly and perhaps that’s why he almost died. It was ironic and twisted, but now it was obvious. The Little D. of envy really did a number on you and that little show he threw. You fell into their trap like a fool. The more you thought about it, the more anger grew inside you. You would get your revenge, all of those little demons would pay one way or another.

You were starting to regret having stopped Lucifer from leaving when he wanted, once again the conversation ended in nothing good, what you had wanted to say was left unsaid and forming a big and painful lump in your throat. You saw Lucifer from the corner of the eye and your heart skipped a beat. You had to make sure you weren’t seeing things. “You want to leave.” He said, letting you cup his face and watching your gaze full of worry, and once he looked at himself through your eyes he found out why.

“Don’t cry, Lucifer. I’m going to cry too.” You saw a single tear slide until it reached Lucifer’s soft smile. He had cried before, when his brothers were sleeping and silence was unbearable, when he is alone with a life full of memories, painful memories. He knows the art of suffering, the art of breaking down in solitude. However, it had been a long time since he had cried in front of anyone.

“Just because you can endure it doesn’t mean you have to.” You said, recalling his previous words. “Love shouldn’t burn.” The picture of that burn on the demon’s chest refused to leave your mind. Lucifer straightened up and took your hands again, hoping you wouldn’t reject him this time. “This unfortunate incident got out of hand.” He cleared his throat and you rolled your eyes, still finding comfort in Lucifer’s mannerism. “As an ancient and very wise demon, you should really trust my words.” You let escape a little laugh and hummed in response. “Love shouldn’t burn but it does, not always, but there are times, and even after touching the flame we tend to admit that it was worth it.”

“I know you’re not looking for metaphors and I’m not trying to sugarcoat my words. We hurt each other badly. There are no kind words to face the truth but, regardless of how selfish and naive I sound, I’m confident that we can fix it.” He tried to caress your cheek but ultimately decided against it. “I know I can fix it.” All the worries of the past few weeks were finally getting to him. You murmured Lucifer’s name, it was evident that he was crumbling.

“I assure you that I’ll never let this happen again.” Another round of silent tears fell from his eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore, you extended your arms towards him but, this time was his turn to move aside from you. “It’s okay, I’m fine. You don’t have to force yourself.” He said, already regretting his next words. “I know you don’t want me to comfort you, I know you’re not fond of my touch.”

You frowned. “Why do you think that?” You questioned, but Lucifer didn’t want to answer, he was afraid his voice would fail. He didn’t want to show you more of this pitiful side of him. His silence forced you to think, looking back at your previous interactions you realized that although not on purpose, you had still avoided his touch several times. “Lucifer, how can you believe that?”

“Is it not true? Don’t you repulse the idea of me approaching you?” He knew how needy he sounded. He also knew lacking confidence wasn’t his style and probably not what you would expect from the Avatar of Pride but it didn’t matter, he wanted to know.

Looking at an imperfect Lucifer was always unnerving, you’ve seen him before and it never ceases to amaze you how even when he’s crumbling he looks ethereal. Although you didn’t hate it, you preferred his more full-of-himself self.

“I don’t know.” You replied, climbing onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. “What does it look like, my morning star?” you rested your forehead on his, amused at Lucifer’s surprise. He cursed how infatuated for you he was, both the searing pain from his wounds and the memories of your rejections immediately faded when he felt your hands in his hair. It had been a long time since he saw heaven, but your eyes were more than enough to evoke it. “It seems that you pity me.”

He looked how you closed your eyes, a small and genuine smile gracing your face. “Now you’re only pressing your luck, love.” You said, unaware of the happiness you had aroused in him. “Say it again.”

“Now you’re only pressing your luck?” You pretended to be confused. He narrowed his eyes, feigning annoyance at your teasing but it was no use, once he let you see his soft side you could see through all of his facades. “Please?” He asked and you nearly gasped at how ridiculously innocent he looked.

“You’re a real menace, love.” You whispered in his ear and so did he. “Look who’s talking.” He was quick, one hand on your hips while the other cupped your chin. He was slow, your lips were as close as they could be without touching, a clear request from the demon. “Do you still think I don’t like your touch?” You questioned, lips slightly brushing as you murmured.

Lucifer wanted to kiss you, his grip on your hip was tight and his breath was uneven. You drove him crazy. He was certain that you wanted him to initiate the kiss, to show him that you wouldn’t back away, to force him to hang from your hand on the cliff. And so he did. He kissed you, slowly moving his hand from your hip to your back. Enjoying you as a fine wine but drinking you like a thirsty man.

Once that the kiss was broken you shook your head, hugging him and rubbing circles on his back. “I’m sorry, Lucifer, you must be very tired.” He cried against his will, the only way he knows how to. His trembling figure was holding onto you tightly, hiding his tears and shame. “I won’t leave the Devildom, I won’t leave you.” You said softly, trying to put all the love you had into those words. “We can fix this together.” He had stopped crying, soon after he laid his head on your chest. “I apologize for this uncalled for display of weakness.” You pinched his neck in annoyance and he complained with a low growl. “Enough with the fancy attitude. You don’t have to apologize.”

“I love it.” You reassured him, hurt to see him so broken. “I love you.” You said, wiping away his tears. “I’m sorry, I was cruel before.” He shook his head and a long suspire escaped him. “That’s my line, Mc. I said awful things, words I didn’t mean.” He frowned again and you resisted the urge to kiss his discomfort away. “You want to say something else, don’t you?”

“I won’t leave, but I want to stay in Purgatory Hall for some time.” You said, not without hesitation. Lucifer looked directly into your eyes hoping to see some explanation. “You don’t think we can keep you safe.”

“That’s not why.” You hurried to say, watching Lucifer distraught face. “But you won’t tell us who attacked you.” Lucifer moved enough to see your face.

“But surely Barbatos already knows.” You laughed dryly. Did Barbatos really know? Was it possible for him to see the Little D.s in those multiple rooms of his? Did the butler look at them to know the truth? Did he see the past? You felt embarrassed at the mere possibility. Perhaps that was for the best, all of this could finally be over. But where would that leave you? Useless, pathetic, stupid human who couldn’t even defeat their own demons. You watched your hands, useless. You are supposed to be a bridge between the three worlds, you have seven pacts with some of the most powerful beings in hell, your master is the most powerful sorcerer of humanity, that should mean something but… does it?

Are you really special or just a consequence of circumstances? If you couldn’t be of service, if you prove to be weak and incompetent, wouldn’t they be better off with someone like Sc?

But you love them, with all their flaws. You have loved them above anything, putting your own life at risk for them. You didn’t love them because of their intelligence, their strength, or their status. You love them because they were they. They should love you because you are you. So why? Why did they replace you despite all the love they claim to feel? Why did they choose to spend their time with Sc? Why did they treat you like that?

“Is it because I’m not as good looking as her? Or is it because I’m not smart enough? Perhaps I lack what she has to spare.” You saw how Lucifer’s face wrinkled in confusion, of course, he couldn’t read minds (as far as you knew), he wasn’t aware of all the twists and turns you took to end with that question. “What are you talking about, Mc?” You got off Lucifer’s lap and sat on the sofa again, still close to the demon.

“Because she would be a better council officer than me?” You said but your voice was flat and you sounded gone, bored even.

Suddenly, it clicked for Lucifer. He remembered again the face that Mammon had made when he told him how you had lost your trust in them and the sincerity and complete security he had seen in that gaze, because it wasn’t something that his younger brother decided to believe, no, it was something that he could feel, after all, he was painfully honest for a demon. Lucifer had tried to dismiss it, to cling onto that tiny possibility that you still had faith in them.

He wanted to cry again, because his heart threatened to burst out of his chest, probably angry for being forced to belong to such a prideful demon. He wanted to cry because he knew you didn’t trust them, but more than that, you didn’t believe in their love.

“It’s fair, Mc. If you don’t want to believe me when I say that I love you, that I would die for you at any time. It’s understandable and I’ll accept it for now but don’t compare yourself anymore, love. Please, let me protect you.” Lucifer desperately wanted to erase those words and stupid beliefs from your mind, he wanted to remove the blindfold they had accidentally put on your eyes, to let you see just how irreplaceable you are.

You shook your head, your jaw tensing at the inhuman effort you were doing to keep looking into Lucifer’s eyes. Not because it was painful, but because you were afraid of those blurry black spots you could see out of the corner of your eye.

You could see the five Little D.s surrounding you and Lucifer, you knew they were looking at you with eyes as wide as their smiles. You focused on Lucifer’s eyes, beautiful and calm, full of grieve and hope. The same hope you were clinging on. “If you want me to trust you, it’s only fair that I ask you the same.”

Lucifer knew he was egotistical, he himself hid things from you so that you could continue living without a care in the world, so you could be safe. That’s what he’s supposed to do, not the other way around. You should tell him who was responsible for hurting you so he could show them what he’s capable of, what true fear feels like. “Besides, I wouldn’t tell any of you, unless I want a bloodbath in the Devildom.” The Little D.s’ laughter filled the room, you could still feel their eyes on you.

“Why would you want to protect them?” The Avatar of Pride asked, he couldn’t fathom how anyone would show that level of mercy, but if there was someone capable of, it would be you (he had no doubts). You, on the other hand, were building a slow but solid thirst for blood. You were not defeated, you had let yourself hit hard ground but it wasn’t over. They are your demons, yours to haunt, yours to kill. “I’ll stay here for a while. Are you going to be okay without me?”

“No, I won’t.” He simply said, pondering his options, perhaps he should intervene with a direct approach. Maybe he could lock you up until he finds out who hurt you, securing you until he can keep an eye on you at all times. Never let you go more than 5 inches away from him. Always close to his reach. He laughed, passing a hand over his tired face. “Father really knew something when he kicked me out of his place.” He thought. “I’ll be waiting for you, love.” He said instead.

Even if he wasn’t by your side, he would keep an eye on you, taking care of you from the distance until he could earn your trust back. This storm would pass too, he was sure.

“I promise it won’t take long.” You hugged Lucifer again, facing The Little D. of Pride’s face. Smiling at him, a cold and unwavering smirk. “You just wait and get ready, okay? No takesies backsies!” You sang overly sweet, The Little D. of Pride laughed and spoke silently too. “No takesies backsies!”

The face of Lucifer was priceless, a shame that you couldn’t see it. He was completely taken aback, confused to the core by your strange change of mood. He felt like he was on a roller coaster or maybe in an intricate story that he was unable to follow, much like those ramblings Leviathan does. He opted to remain silent, firstly because he didn’t know what would be an appropriate response to “No taksies backsies!” but, most importantly, because he was trying to hide the sinister hunch that, as impossible as it seemed, you were not talking to him.

Part 17???

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✧･ﾟRipe, About to Fall - Part 8 ✧･ﾟ

This is an 18+ slowish burn pet-whump story with added romance.

Title from ‘Liquid Smooth’ by Mitski

Series

First | Previous

Chapter Summary: Onthyes goes home. Ventis faces his punishment.

Chapter Content: Drug withdrawals, head injury, domestic abuse, character death mentions (Ventis still thinks Onthyes is dead), branding aftermath

Onthyes does not belong to me. He was created by my wonderful gf @sapphicccici and I have kidnapped him.

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“I know you’ve never been smart,” Onthyes’s father muttered, his fingers pinching his brow. “But fucking your boss’s pet? Are you deranged?”

Onthyes winced as his father’s physician dabbed at the wound on the back of his head with a damp cloth that smelled strongly of herbs and alcohol. Early morning light shone through the curtains, making a throbbing pressure grow behind his eyes. It had still been dark when he’d woken up in that alley with a head wound and stumbled back to his father’s place where he had to partake in the harrowing ordeal of telling the man what had happened.

His father seemed more concerned with the fact that Onthyes had lost his job and angered one of the most important men in the city than the fact that he was injured.

“I told you. We didn’t… do that. I never touched him.”

“No. You just decided to steal him away in the night. What were you going to do next? Sell him? Keep him for yourself?”

“You don’t understand, father. I was trying to help him. He was being abused. He wasn’t happy.”

“It was not your place to intervene.”

“I couldn’t just stand by-”

“Enough!”.

Onthyes’s mouth clamped shut.

“I need to start cleaning up the mess you made. Our reputation is salvageable, although you should lay low for a while. Get out of my sight.”

The physician finished cleaning and bandaging Onthyes’s head, and Onthyes found himself wandering into his bedroom. It had been years since he’d last slept in this room. It was just as tidy as he’d left it, and he could tell someone had dusted the furniture recently.

Onthyes sat down on the bed, rubbing his temples with a groan. The events of last night were fuzzy in his memory, but he remembered important little snippets.

Holding hands and sharing nervous smiles with Ventis as they snuck off into the night. A brush of cold lips against his. Then Athos. Always Athos.

Ventis was gone, surely back under Athos’s thumb, probably being punished. And Onthyes had to live with the knowledge that whatever Athos was doing to Ventis was his fault.

If only he could’ve just minded his own business. Played the part of a good house guard without getting distracted by the nearest pretty boy with sad eyes. If only he wasn’t bound by this stupid fucking hero complex.

“Onthyes?”

Onthyes looked up as his mother entered his bedroom, still looking just as young and graceful as she had the day he was born, unlike his father. His father bragged about her all the time; about how no matter how old he got she would always be the beautiful young elf on his arm. There was always resentment in her eyes when he said those things, but still she stayed.

She sat on the bed next to Onthyes and pulled him into a hug, his head on her chest. “It is so good to have you home,” she said into his curls. “But I heard about the circumstances of your return. Are you alright?”

“I’ve been better.”

“Let me see.”

Onthyes turned, sitting still and quiet while his mother pulled the bandages aside and examined his wound. Her fingers were warm when she touched it and whispered the familiar words of a healing spell. His headache receded.

“Your father tells me you tried to steal Athos Landleigh’s slave. Is that true?”

“Not steal,” Onthyes corrected. “Only objects can be stolen. I was trying to free him.”

His mother’s smile was full of warmth as he turned to face her again. “It was a brave thing to do. I am very proud of you.”

Onthyes shook his head. “I failed. Athos took him back. I probably made things much worse for him.”

His mother’s brow furrowed. “You’ve only failed if you’ve decided to give up. Are you giving up?”

“No.”

She laid a hand on his cheek. “That’s my little hero.”

✧･ﾟ Ventis’s POV ✧･ﾟ

Ventis rarely dreamed but he did that night. Onthyes’s face. Onthyes’s hands. Onthyes’s lips.

Onthyes was the first thing on his mind when he woke the morning after his failed escape attempt. Ventis had kissed him. He didn’t know why he did it, just that he had felt for the first time in years that he actually wanted to kiss someone and he’d acted on that urge. The kiss had been a tiny, fragile thing, but maybe it could have been more. If only they hadn’t been caught. Maybe Onthyes had been Ventis’s one chance of ever experiencing real love.

But he was dead now. He had to be. Ventis couldn’t imagine a reality in which Athos let such a transgression slide.

Onthyes was dead and it was all Ventis’s fault.

His back exploded with pain as bandages were peeled away. He’d been so caught up in his own mind he hadn’t even realized that it had been the feeling of being rolled over and the blankets being removed that had woken him.

Ventis let out a cry, trying to pull away from the source of the pain.

“Now, treasure. You know how unloved it makes me feel when you fight. Hold still please.” Athos’s hand landed on his hip, holding him in place as he continued to clean the brand on his back. It hurt so much worse today than it had last night. Probably because there had still been nightspill in his system last night, dulling at least some of the sensation.

Nightspill. He needed it. The familiar ache of withdrawal was already settling on top of him.

“Master,” Ventis whined as Athos redressed his wound. “Please.”

“What is it darling? Do you need something?”

Ventis peeked his face out from where he’d been hiding it in his pillow. Was he kidding? Athos administered nightspill for him every single morning. Sure, it was unusual that they’d ended up sleeping in Ventis’s room instead of Athos’s, but it was still part of their routine.

“My medicine,” Ventis reminded him. “It’s time.”

“Hm. I’m sorry, pet. After your little stunt last night I was under the impression you didn’t want me to provide for you anymore.”

So that’s how it’s going to be. Ventis would have been naive to assume that someone as petty as Athos wouldn’t seek retribution aside from the brand he’d already given him.

“I am sorry,” Ventis said, sitting up slowly in an effort to not upset his back. “I regret it. I will not do it again.”

“Too late.”

The coldness in Athos’s voice made Ventis flinch. “Master-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I have been lenient with you the past few years because you earned it by being so well behaved. My trust and affection are privileges that you have now lost. You will have to work to get them back.”

Ventis didn’t want Athos’s affection back. He didn’t want any of this. But what he wanted and what he needed didn’t always agree, and he needed nightspill.

“I understand,” Ventis said, doing his best to keep his voice soft and even despite the way his thoughts screamed at him to fight. “But please, I need my medicine. You know what happens when I don’t take it.”

Already Ventis could feel lightning crackling through his veins, threatening to escape him without warning. If left unchecked, his storm magic would tear this mansion to the ground.

Maybe he should just let it happen.

“It’s sweet of you to worry, but I’ve got it covered. Come now, we’ve slept in long enough.”

By midday, Ventis was back in his usual place, lounging at his master’s feet while the man held court with some business partners in one of his sitting rooms. His wrist was decorated with a new piece of jewelry, locked into place and engraved with runes that glowed every time his magic threatened to surge to the surface. These moments of suppression brought on waves of dizzying pain, but the pain faded into the background when compared to everything else.

The burn throbbed angrily on Ventis’s back, making itself known any time he shifted. And the lack of nightspill in his system left him painfully aware of his surroundings. Every light was too bright. Every sound was too loud. He flinched at the slightest touch, something which Athos seemed to find some sort of sick enjoyment in and made a point of provoking as much as he could.

Ventis wanted - needed - to be blissfully numb again. Unfiltered reality was just too overwhelming. Too painful.

Ventis leaned his head back on Athos’s knee, suppressing a sob. His skin was beaded with sweat and he couldn’t stop shivering. It didn’t help that whatever these men were discussing was so painfully boring. There was nothing to keep him distracted.

“Is your companion alright, Athos?” one of the droning voices asked. “He looks…”

Shit. Athos had trained Ventis to walk a thin line, keeping a careful balance between being an elegant addition to Athos’s grandeur and not being a distraction. He was supposed to be admired, but never the center of attention unless Athos presented him as such.

This was not the sort of attention he was supposed to draw.

Athos’s hand found Ventis’s hair, stroking in what seemed to be an affectionate gesture at first but quickly became a painful fist in his hair. Ventis gasped, then bit down on his lip.

“Pay him no mind,” Athos said dismissively. “He’s just begging for attention. He’s fine. Aren’t you, pet?”

Ventis swallowed hard as another wave of pain left him lightheaded and burning hot. He could hardly focus on staying upright, let alone forming words. “Yes master,” he managed to say through gritted teeth.

Athos’s hand squeezed harder, turning Ventis’s face in the direction of the man who had spoken. “Apologize for the disruption.”

I can’t do this. I’m going to pass out.

“S-Sorry.”

“Manners, pet.”

“I am sorry for the disruption, sir.” Hopefully no one noticed the tears that filled his eyes as he stumbled over the words.

The meeting resumed once again and Ventis was glad to have the attention turned away from his condition. He was usually so good at pretending to be alright, but without nightspill to keep his emotions at bay it only got progressively harder not to scream with every new wave of pain. By the time the meeting ended Ventis was barely conscious, shaking hard as he leaned his full weight against Athos’s legs.

Once the others had left Ventis tilted his head back so he could stare up at Athos with pleading eyes. “Please,” he croaked. “I can’t do this. I’m gonna die.”

Athos gave no indication he’d even heard Ventis, and Ventis finally broke down crying.

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Are You Okay? - Daryl Dixon x reader

not my best fic! but this is to let you all know i have opened my requests for twd characters! since i have had a long break from writing i am back! so will be catching up on requests

it was strange, your relationship with daryl. it wasn’t one you could explain very well. after joining the group back in atlanta you originally couldn’t stand the older man, but by the time you settled into the prison you’d become close friends having saved each others lives multiple times.

you’d slightly become more then just friends, the way you’d subtlety check on eachother, always be around eachother, the way his hands would linger on your body slightly longer then needed. even going to the extent of falling asleep leaning against him at campfires after escaping the farm. you cared for him and he cared for you.

despite the slight age gap and the way you both had complete different opinions on certain topics you were a duo, but no matter how much you cared about daryl you tried to never let yourself get to comfortable. you and daryl were both assets to the group, both clear protectors. but you had your doubts sometimes believing you were becoming a liability. thoughts sometimes becoming overwhelming, your brain beginning to play tricks on you. and dangerous ones at that.

daryl had noticed how you’d slowly distanced yourself from him and the rest of the group, the way you’d volunteer to go on watch alone and avoid conversation and eating with the whole group just tending to stay alone in your cell, a part of him wanted to bring it up. he didn’t like what was going on, and he had a bad feeling. he was worried.

a few weeks past and your behaviour hadn’t changed only stayed consistent with avoiding him and the rest of the group, the bags under your eyes growing more noticeable then before daryl’s worry was only increasing, he’d decided minding his own business wasn’t working anymore and he’d somehow bring it up with you when you got back from the supply run.

you’d made it back, only just. a gash down the side of your face and a injury to your leg made getting back to the prison after your supply run hell. pain plagued you with every step you took. approaching the prison gates you caught sight of carl. you needed pain meds, each step you took the pain increased making you believe you could’ve broken a bone.

rushing through the gates carl had opened for you, you felt yourself exhale a breath of relief. you were safe, well no where was safe. but the prison was as close to safety as possible. your head throbbing you could barely understand the words coming from carl as you fought the urge to pass out.

“y/n are you okay?!” daryl heard carls panicked question. turning from his position on the field he caught a glimpse of your weak figure limping away from the young boy, noticing the crimson blood covering your clothing daryl felt his heart drop.

throwing his crow bow over his shoulder he ran towards you, the closer he got the more worried he became, noticing more injuries as he got closer to you. his heart racing as he finally reached you.

“y/n? what the fuck happened” his hands cupped your face as he examined the wound across your cheek the look on his face one of concern as his worry filled eyes met yours his thumb gently brushing underneath the wound.

“i just- the walkers there was so many of them” daryl caught the unsteady breaths between your words and pressed his lips to the top of your head leaving a gentle kiss.

“you need to see hershel?” you nodded gesturing down to the bottom of your leg covered by your blood soaked trousers dar nodded taking your arm over his shoulders in an attempt to help you walk.

taking a few steps with daryl supporting half of your weight was helpful but the pain still plagued your body, not only from the injury to your leg and face but your rib cage. almost every part of your body simultaneously hurting with each step you took.

“daryl” you managed to whisper as your energy was now draining quickly, black dots clouding your vision the pain you were experiencing now becoming too much along with malnutrition from the meals you had been giving away to other survivors in the group.

your legs buckled as you lost consciousness for a second the only thing stopping you from hitting the floor, daryl. he lifted you into his muscular arms. your head leaning against his chest as you slowly gained consciousness, lifting your head from his chest he slowly reassured you as he walked back up to the prison with you safely in his arms.

“i got yer sweetheart’ , just wait until your back on yer feet then i’ll give you grief for this huh” he cuts you off just as you were about to open your mouth, a small smile coming up on your lips as he uses the nickname that gives you butterflies. drifting in and out of consciousness as he walked into the cell block calling out for hershel.

“hershel!” daryl yelled his voice hoarse as he walked into the cell block, carol and hershel hearing the commotion as he laid you down on one of the bunks, your body limp as he did.

“yer gotta do somethin’” daryl ordered as carol tried to calm down the panicked man and hershel began working on you.

“daryl-“ your hushed voice making daryl rush to your side as hershel cut the leg of your jeans to reveal your ankle that had swollen to double its size.

“i’m here” daryl gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear his hand resting on the top of your head while hershel tapped your ankle to give it more support.

“carol i need gauze; get some water and food too shes malnourished” daryl raised an eyebrow at those words, it didn’t make sense since getting to the prison they’d had plenty of food, sufficient meals on top of what daryl would bring back from hunts there was no reason for you to malnourished.

when carol came back hershel had patched you up best he could as you fully came back around daryl’s hand in yours, you weren’t used to this more caring side of daryl the concern in his eyes.

“y/n just rest i’ll talk to rick, drink and eat you need it.” hershel explained putting the small selection of food on the side of the bed before getting up, you just nodded at his words as he left the cell leaving you with daryl.

you were fine just tired, you wanted to go back on watch what you were supposed to be doing today instead of going out. going to sit up daryl immediately stopped you.

“what’d yer think yer doin’?” he asked wanting you to lay back down the concern in his eyes only growing as he made you lay back on the bed.

“daryl i’m supposed to be on watch” he scoffed grabbing the few packets of food hershel had left on the bed and opening them wanting you to eat.

“didn’t care bout that while out on a supply run did ya? now eat.” he ordered passing the food to you with a stern look, sighing you took the food and began eating.

the exhaustion slowly crept up on you as you ate looking over at daryl who was watching you closely his brain filled with thoughts. wanting to know what was going on with you.

“what the hell is goin’ on with yer? not eating? not talkin’? now this” daryl ran his hand over his face as he looked down at you, you felt weak telling him about the issues you’d been having. the trucks your brain had been playing on you but you told him anyway. the walkers you’d hear while you were sleeping that weren’t there. the way you never felt safe.

“darlin’ you could’ve told me.” he sighed holding your hand, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin of your hand. you stayed silent looking up at the other bunk.

“look y/n i ain’t good at this talking shit. but i care bout yer. i can’t have yer being reckless and gettin’ hurt like this. whatever’s goin’ on with yer head i’ll help.” daryl continued, you knew he wasn’t one for talking about stuff like this and with whatever you and daryl were you knew he cared about you. but you cared about him in a different way.

“come here” moving over on the bed you tapped the empty space beside you wanting daryl to lay with you, you were exhausted and the only way you knew how to feel safe was with daryl and that’s what you needed. he’s what you needed.

“please just stay with me.” he looked at you with a pained expression and squeezed onto the small bed lifting his arm so you could lay your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around you as you got comfortable. the warmth from his body almost instantly enveloping you with a sense of safety and comfort. daryl could feel how your body relaxed as he held you.

“get some sleep sweethear’ imma be here when yer wake up” he whispered gently rubbing your arm, only for you to move and look up at him. holding eye contact your body’s so close. the butterflies in your stomach mixed with the exhaustion making you want to close the gap between you lips.

“daryl.. i love you.” the look in his eyes softened as he held eye contact with you his arm around you tightening around your waist as you enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms.

“i love yer too darlin’” you didn’t expect him to say it back, you didn’t expect to say it yourself. but it was true you loved him. looking down at his lips you couldn’t hold back anymore and closed the gap between you. pressing your lips to his you revealed in the feeling of his soft lips as he gently kissed you back.

he was more gentle then you thought he’d be, but maybe he was holding back because you were injured and he was. he didn’t want to hurt you further and he didn’t want you to over exert yourself. so when he finally broke the kiss he looked into your eyes a small smile on his lips.

you gently laid your head back on his chest his arm securely holding your body completely loosing yourself in the happiness of being with him. being safe with him, having kissed him.

while finally feeling safe and at peace you closed your eyes moving into a comfortable position as close to him as you could possibly get and relaxation took over, as you finally fell asleep.

#twd #the walking dead #twd daryl #daryl x reader #daryl x you #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon fic

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Okokok this one may be a little specific sorry about that. I decided to pull an all nighter do yk.

Anyways, i had this scenario in my mind that I'd love to see in your style. Basically, hero is just very sick because of some injury getting an infection or something and villain took notice of that and brings them in to help them. They find it weird that hero keeps clinging to them and chalks it up the the delirium. Then hero starts making small comments Abt how soft villain's touch is, and how long it's been since they've been comforted, and it's just villain slowly realizing that hero is very touchstarved for affection and attention bc they don't have any family back at home or something

Don't hafta write this, and if you wanna change up things that's aye-okay! No pressure

Alright genius, I’ll do my best 🫡

Pinning the Blame

Not normally did Villain call in for extra days off, usually they only took a week a year and left it at that. They’d show up to fights no matter what was going on if they were out of vacation to spare. Which is why it made sense that they had to convince the Supervillain with a breezy lie that the situation was life or death.

Yet the situation wasn’t life or death at all. It was Hero.

Villains fingers on their left hand tapped rapidly against the leather sofa, it wasn’t very comfortable—made for show not sitting—and squeaked every time you moved, but their guest didn’t seem to mind. Hero was thoroughly lapping up the comfort, soaking in the care they were receiving through the bundle of blankets Villain had wrapped them in.

One of their hands were free and they easily managed to snatch Villain’s and interlock their fingers. Keeping the criminal close, Hero feared they might lose everything to a feverish dream if they let go; they couldn’t risk that.

“Any better than yesterday?” The villain’s leg was bouncing now, abnormally fast for what anyone could consider calm. “How you’re feeling, I meant…”

Gods, they sounded so stupid. They tried so hard to sound unfazed, but with the hero’s increasing touchiness and neediness, they were beginning to worry. It was melting their frozen heart and they were getting softer by the minute.

Hero hummed, eyes fluttering shut every few seconds as they attempted to keep their focus on the television screen. The movie wasn’t interesting, Villain had mainly put it on as a distraction for themselves, but when Hero insisted on holding hands… Their plan hadn’t worked any longer.

Every second the hero’s thumb was rubbing the back of Villain’s hand, every minute they were moving closer to the criminal’s lap and every moment they made eye contact they blushed on the spot. At first it was suspicious, now it was intriguing.

Villain wanted to push the limits, see just how much the hero wanted, how much they would take from their own nemesis. How much comfort they would find in their enemy. And most of all, how much the villain could get for themselves.

It wasn’t a secret that these jobs were lonely, in fact it got so bad that the villain had honestly been craving their fights, just to feel their touch. Maybe Hero felt the same way, maybe they could comfort each other and maybe—

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” The crime-stopper slurred, sleep mixing into their words and cheeky grin. They clawed themselves even closer to the villain, to the point where they were draped over their lap and looking up at them with exhausted bags under their eyes.

It was too late to try and contain all of the emotions pounding through their heart and thoughts running through their head. Villain knew every last one was scrawled onto their face and the hero was much too gifted when it came to reading others.

In spite of that, they lied anyways.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” If the hero hadn’t known something was up prior, they definitely did when the villain’s voice cracked sombrely as they spoke.

They raised their tired questioning look, one Villain had seen before during countless interrogations and interviews, but never before at this angle. Then they released Villains hand and pressed their palm to the villain’s heart. It beat mercilessly against the hero’s freezing skin, only racing faster now that they knew they had been caught.

“Don’t lie t’me, sweet.”

Not the nickname, anything but the nickname. Villain could handle threats and violence and beatings, but soft nicknames were damned to be the death of them.

They gulped, trying hard to avoid eye contact and ignore the hero’s lingering touch. “…You’re touchy… Ever since you got sick you’ve just been very… clingy?” Was that the right word?

At the mention of their behaviour Hero shot up, startling the villain. They looked ashamed, but the soft pink colouring their cheeks said embarrassed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. If it’s making you uncomfortable I can stop, I didn’t mean any harm, I didn’t even notice really. I’m so sorry, I’ll stop—”

“Don’t.” Hero paused, somewhat shocked at the villain’s interruption. “Don’t stop. Please. Just tell me why.”

Hero was blushing even harder now, caught in the eyes of the villain and too drained from their illness to come up with a believable lie. They despised how easily Villain could flip the cards on them and they’d end up floundering for an answer.

Time passed faster than the crime-stopper willed it to, they needed time for a cover story, but their resources were limited and their brain was too fried to think. So they spun the blame on the most obvious thing, “my fever. It must make me delirious or something, I’m sorry.”

They didn’t blame the villain for not believing them, they could hardly even stand behind their own lie, but it was the best they could do in the spur of the moment. They weren’t that sick, sure they were delirious and sweaty for the first few days, but now it was a case of the chills and exhaustion at worst.

Both of them knew that.

However, Villain didn’t look distrustful at all after being told a boldfaced lie. They didn’t look betrayed or hurt, they looked sad. Not overshadowed by any other emotion, they simply looked sad.

“Oh alright.”

Had the villain been hoping for a different answer? Was telling the truth actually what they needed to hear right now? If Hero told them that the real reason was because they hadn’t been cared for or comforted like this in years, would the villain be happy?

All of these questions ran through their mind as they stared at their nemesis, Villain’s eyes had returned to the movie, but they were numb and suddenly the hero felt guilty for even trying to lie in the first place.

Hero cleared their throat, trying and failing to get the villain’s attention back. “But, I… I guess I don’t get this luxury a lot, so maybe that plays a part too…”

“How so?” Villains eyes flicked to the hero’s for a split second, something hopeful in them that pressed for more.

“I just don’t have anyone,” Hero was partially glad now that the villain’s attention wasn’t on them. “I don’t— It just gets lonely, sometimes. I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

Idly Hero twirled their thumbs against each other, trying to distract from the stinging in their heart and eyes. They had been taught that any crying was a weakness, but in front of their greatest enemy? That was worse.

Villains arms caved in and their warmth overwhelmed the shivering hero, they pulled them tight to their chest in what must’ve been the first real hug the hero had had in years. That was enough to open the flood gates and push Hero into spilling tears all over the villain’s shirt. They clung to the other as tightly as possible, relishing in the comfort of the moment and Villain didn’t let go.

“Don’t apologize, I know. Stay and we can take care of each other, promise.” A soothing hand rubbed circles into Hero’s back at the kind words, instituting a horrible peaceful moment through all the chaos in their head and for the first time in their entire life, Hero was safe.

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Burdens of the Belle

A Chevalier Michel fanfiction. Approx. 2900 words. This scene takes place in Chapter 13-14 of the main route and is told from Chevalier’s POV. Part 13 of a series.

First: Bravery Becomes Her

Previous: Reading, Interrupted

Chevalier was up most of the night preparing a report for his brothers at the round table. Such work should be beneath him, but he wanted to make it clear to them where Rhodolite stood. The stakes were too high this time to allow doubt and misgivings to derail.

When it was time to speak, he laid out the facts and his case the way a bricklayer built a home. Laying his foundation in shared understanding and fact, things he knew his brothers were aware of and in agreement with. And from that, he laid out his findings, suppositions, and finally, his solution. By the time he finished, his throat felt dry, but he gave no sign of discomfort. Any hint of weakness in such a setting was unacceptable.

He kept his eyes from the Belle’s face, where her reactions might distract him. He was aware of her presence in a way he did not want to be. Like a bit of sand against the skin. Yet he was glad she was there, even if he could not acknowledge it. Chev wanted her to understand what was at stake as much as he wanted his brothers to agree.

“That concludes my report.” Chevalier frowned over the circle of tense faces. No one said anything into the silence as they all grappled with the information he’d given them. He wasn’t going to let them sit paralyzed with their thoughts though. “We need to hold an immediate joint council with Jade and Benitoite to form an expeditionary force.”

Black gave a reluctant nod. “Obviously this new weapon type is a problem we can’t turn a blind eye to. If we do, we’ll have an even bigger threat on our hands. But . . .” Leon took a breath, “Invading Obsidian prematurely brings its own set of problems. For one, the anti-war faction. Just the rumor of a war with Obsidian is enough to expand their influence. And if they go on the attack, we’ll be in a civil war.”

Chev raised an eyebrow. “This isn’t something we can sit on and twiddle our thumbs over. Right now, Obsidian is at war on their northwestern border. It is a perfect opportunity to attack, while they are too busy to notice troop movements on their border with us, Jade, and Benitoite.”

“Even if that’s accurate, Obsidian splitting their forces between their borders is no guarantee of victory. I don’t want to lose lives and have nothing to show for it.” Leon’s scowl deepened. “If we carry out your plan, we will have casualties from battle with Obsidian and death in our borders from civil war. I just can’t accept that cost.”

Chevalier met his glare calmly. “There is no peace without sacrifice. Don’t give me that nonsense now, when you know what will come for us if we do not act.”

“Nonsense? You can’t expect us to go to war knowing the mass casualties that will result!” Leon’s voice rose, impassioned and full of a barely contained fury.

Despite himself, Chev could not help but glance at the Belle. She was doing well so far it seemed, watching them with intent and making little notes for herself. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was writing, what she saw when she looked at them.

Jin broke the tension between the second and fourth prince with a sigh. “Well. I’m at a loss. At this rate, we’ll never come to a decision.”

This seemed to loosen shoulders - and tongues - around the table.

“By all rights, it’s a matter the king should decide on.” Yves spoke up, his usual haughty demeanor fractured by worry. He turned to Sariel. “What does the regent think?”

Sariel’s thin smile was pale, his lips pressed too tight for blood flow. “I’m purely a proxy. The future of the kingdom is something all of you must determine.”

Luke sat back hard, rocking his chair. His arms were crossed defensively over his chest. “Fine! So what do we do?”

Clavis shrugged. “We could decide it with the roll of the dice. Or a coin toss!”

“I hope that was a joke,” Licht replied sternly.

Chev suppressed his annoyance. No one wanted to bear the weight of this choice, it seemed. And he was not yet king, so he could not take the burden alone.

Then the Clown spoke up. “I’ve got a great idea.” He sounded too cheerful for this discussion, as if solving the choice of desserts and not the fate of a nation in peril.

Yves snorted. “When a frivolous man thinks he has a great idea, you can be sure it’s quite stupid.”

Nokto grinned across the table at him. “Awww, don’t be like that!” With every eye turned balefully toward him, the Clown went on. “I was just thinking, it’s like you said. “This is a decision the king should make. But the regent is just a regent, and he bowed out. That leaves just us bickering princes. Except . . .” His gaze fell on Emma. “We have the Belle here. I think she should decide. Afterall, she gets to pick the king, so why not?”

Emma nearly dropped her pen. “Wait. What?” She looked like a rabbit staring down a pack of rabid hounds, frozen with terror.

“It makes sense, right? Because we’ll accept her choice for king.” Nokto nodded as if this was the most sage advice. “When you think about it like that, the question of who will be king is pretty much the same as whether we will focus on internal or external policy.”

“I see,” Luke nodded.

Emma shook her head, bursting from her state of frozen fear. “Well I don’t!”

Nokto gave her a patronizing smile. “Now now, don’t get upset. Just tell us, for reference, which side you support.”

Chevalier felt a flicker of annoyance at the way his brother was putting the Belle on the spot. She had not made her choice yet, but she really didn’t need to. He knew he would be king and his choice was already clear. And such a decision, with the cost so clearly high, should not rest on her gentle heart. “That’s enough Clown. The Belle is a commoner, not royalty. Why are you trying to force her opinion? There is no point to hearing it.”

Reprimanded, Nokto bowed his head. “I know. I was just . . . kidding.” His mischievous smile did not fade despite his words, and as usual, his meaning was opaque to most. He looked up again, garnet eyes bright. “King Highness, it seems that Leon’s group is going to be difficult. Do you still want to continue with this fruitless meeting?”

“No. I have no intention of continuing something I know is pointless.” Though the outcome was expected, it still tasted bitter in his mouth. Chev stood and swept his cloak behind him.

Leon’s brows shot up. “Hey! Are you leaving? We’re not done here!”

“We’ll regroup some other time. You can take this as an opportunity to reflect on your choice.”

“Back at you,” Leon snapped. His jaw was clenched tight, and the muscles in his shoulders tense.

Chevalier’s lips curled up at the attempted clever comeback. Black would never have the wit and cruelty to manage a truly cutting remark. Not that it mattered. Regardless of the reply, the outcome was the same. War was coming to Rhodolite and with every passing day there were fewer options open.

He left. There was nothing here for him to do.

***

The next evening, the Belle found him ensconced on the couch in her room, the only spot in the palace he could steal a moment of peace. Another book lay open on his lap as he studied more accounts of prior battles with Obsidian. She came in carefully balancing a tray of tea and light snacks, as if she were a servant.

Chev watched her, wondering why she put herself through this again and again. Reaching out to him the way she did, with her kind gestures and understanding gaze. He was rude to her, cold, cruel even. Nothing good could come of his presence. Yet she still sought his company. As if . . .

“Would you like some tea?” Her smile was genuine, as much in her eyes as the line of her lips.

“No sugar or milk.”

The Belle nodded. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She set the tray down and poured him a cup. “Here you are.” Her hands didn’t tremble at all as she held the delicate porcelain saucer and tea cup out to him, though she moved more slowly than usual.

He pretended to ignore her as she held it there a moment, waiting. She sighed and reached across him to set it on the table next to his seat. Emma was so close he could smell the light, sweet scent of her perfume. She was lovely as always, but there was something off today. A nervousness about her that he could sense more than see.

Chevalier grabbed her hand as she drew back and pulled her closer.

Emma gasped in surprise, but did not struggle. She watched him as he studied her, more curious than afraid of what he might do.

She was clearly tired, he thought, noticing the slight shadow under her eyes. A steady tension thrummed just under her skin, at odds with her pulse. Which sped up at his touch. Chevalier’s lips curled up just at the edges in a knowing smile. “You look terrible today.”

“Excuse me?” She drew up in an offended huff, her glare as hot as the summer sun.

“I would say you only got about an hour of sleep last night.” He knew he was right, no matter that she’d tried to hide it.

Her brows lifted and her lips made an adorable ‘o’.

Chev continued, certain now of his discernment. “You are feeling overwhelmed now that you realize what a heavy burden it is to choose a king.” He almost felt bad for her, having to act as Belle in these troubled times. But it was better to choose in the moment of crisis than to name a king in a time of peace, untested and unknown.

He studied her a moment more, then let go and reached for his tea. She had that look on her face, the one that hovered between awe and anxiety. The one that meant she was trying to figure out how he’d guessed. Chevalier took a sip of tea and shrugged. “You’re just that easy to read.”

“Stop having conversations with my thoughts.” Emma rubbed her wrist, her expressive features shifting again to a cute pout.

Chev hoped that he hadn’t gripped her too hard. He meted out his strength where needed, and harming her would be a waste. That was surely the only reason for the twinge of concern. “I will stop when you stop showing every thought so plainly on your face.” He leaned back. “I didn’t need to read that in your expression though. I knew you were lying when you said you understood your position.”

The Belle took a nervous, shuffling step. “What are you talking about?”

“It was a few days ago now.” He waited for her to remember, continuing as comprehension lit her eyes. “The Belle has never been an important position. There is no point to worrying about the future of the kingdom. You must know your place.” He raised an eyebrow, wondering if she understood what he meant. She should not lose sleep over the inevitable change coming to Rhodolite.

Emma seemed to deflate for a moment. Collapsing in on herself as her shoulders fell and her chin dropped low. Then, with a breath, she mustered herself and straightened her back again. “That may be, but the fact that I am choosing the next king has not changed.”

Chev felt a flash of minor annoyance. She didn’t grasp what he meant. Why was it always so hard to speak in terms others could grasp? Facts were comforting. Emotional blather was a waste of breath. He wanted her to understand so badly, but all he could do was press on. “Such a trivial task is not worth worrying about. Once you choose a king, you are not responsible for his actions.”

“What?”

He set his teacup back on the saucer before responding. “The responsibility for what happens after will not lie on you. It is the burden of the royals.” Chevalier waited for this to sink in, pleased when the Belle let out a breathy ‘oh!’.

“Suppose you chose a king who then ran the kingdom into the ground with incompetence?” He reached out and took her hands in his. She felt so small and delicate to him, too fragile for whatever imagined burden she was trying to carry. “That would be purely the fault of the royals.”

Emma nodded mutely. Her pulse raced under his fingertips as she stood there, listening.

Chevalier ignored the way his own heart rebelled against his icy calm, thumping wildly and in all contradiction of sense. As if the warm pleasure of seeing her absorb the comfort he offered in the only way he knew how loosened all the bonds he’d placed around that traitor organ. “Responsibility for the future of this kingdom does not lie solely with the king. Rather it is shared across the whole royal family.”

The tension beneath her skin ebbed away as his words took hold. Her shins brushed against his bent legs as she leaned forward.

“Neither I nor the other princes are such housebroken beasts that we would quietly follow a foolish king.” Chev’s voice was soft now, almost gentle. He did not notice the change. “It would be ridiculous to think such a burden would rest with a commoner.” Even one as uncommon as you. “Royalty must bear these heavy responsibilities alone.”

She studied him for a moment as if unsure what to say. Then her smile returned, shyly, hiding at the soft edges of her lips. “Thank you.”

Chevalier snorted. “You are such a soft-hearted one.” He could see the start of tears at the corner of her eyes. He let go of her hands and gave her forehead a gentle poke.

“Ow!” She backed away and rubbed at her face. “Stop that!”

“Yes, that’s more like you. Brazenly barking at me.” He laughed as he saw her outrage erase the vestiges of her worry. Chev looked back at his book though he could still feel her eyes on him. There was a flicker of warmth in her gaze, a heat that had nothing to do with annoyance. She looked as if she might speak, but a loud knock interrupted whatever she might have said.

The Belle glanced at the door and back, then when Chevalier didn’t react, she went to open it. Rather than beckon the visitor in, she stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

Chevalier could hear Clavis outside, his playful tone making its way past the heavy door.

“Belle, have you seen Chev?”

“Well . . . no. I - I haven’t seen him around. I’m sorry.” Emma’s reply made Chevalier smile. So she’d listened.

Clavis sounded surprised, though whether he believed the Belle was anyone’s guess. “Really? Well if you do see him, please ask him to come by the office.”

Chevalier heard Emma lean back against the door. “Sure. Of course but . . . did something happen?”

“Oh yes.” There was laughter in the prince’s reply. “I heard something that Chev would find quite amusing.”

“What would that be exactly?” Emma pressed her question, clearly worried about her decision to abide by Chev’s wishes.

Clavis laughed. “Oh, I think I’ll just save that for his ears alone. Unless . . . do you think he is listening right now?”

“No.” Emma cleared her throat. “I’ll tell him to speak with you. If I see him.”

“If.” Clavis laughed again and then his footsteps receded.

After a moment, the Belle returned. “Prince Chevalier -”

“Quiet.” Chev was sure Clavis had some juicy tidbit to share. He suspected he knew what it was, but there would be time to address it later. Right now he wanted to drink his tea and to relax. Emma’s presence made him feel . . . calm and tense at the same time. A pleasant sort of tightness that ran along his nerves and up his back.

The Belle gave him a pouty look, but didn’t argue. She sat down next to him and pulled a slim book from a skirt pocket. Then she settled in to read.

Chevalier pretended to be unaware of her, but the light pressure against his leg and the sound of her steady breath drew his interest away from the book in his lap. He’d read it before anyway. The laboriously detailed text layed out the supply lines, troop numbers, daily accounting, and other tedious specifics of running a war.

When he finally allowed himself to glance up, her breathing had steadied into the rhythm of slumber. Her chin rested on her chest, the book gripped in one hand, askew on her lap. Chev shifted a little closer and carefully draped his arm over her shoulders.

She sighed and snuggled into his side, resting her head on his chest.

The coldness in his eyes abated as he gazed at the Belle’s sleeping face. Chevalier couldn’t see his soft smile, nor how gently he brushed the hair back from her face. If he had, he might not have recognized himself in that moment, with his shield of ice lowered.

He would put her to bed, he thought. She needed the rest. But first . . . he should wait. Because otherwise she would wake and protest. If he gave her a bit of time to fall more deeply asleep, Emma wouldn’t even notice being picked up. That was the reason he had to just sit here with her pressed tight to his side. Feeling her heart beat in time with his own. No other reason. None at all.

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In the Eye of the Storm | Aemond Targaryen x reader | Chapter 5

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!reader

Word count: 3,240

Summary: You’re visiting King’s Landing with your family to reaffirm your younger brother Lucerys’ birthright as the rightful heir to Driftmark. During your stay, you reconnect with Aemond Targaryen. You had once been friends, but that was long ago. And the man in front of you now, is not the shy kid you used to know. Can you reconcile despite your differences or will the rift between your families break you apart?

Warnings/tags: Incest (it’s the Targaryens), slow burn, fluff, angst, violence, death, smut

All works are my own. Please don’t copy, plagiarize, post on other websites or translate.

It had been weeks since Queen Alicent had sent the raven to Dragonstone and you still hadn’t heard anything from your family. You started doubting if this was really the right decision. Maybe they would rather abandon you than renounce the crown. Maybe they were plotting revenge. Either way you were worried that your plan wasn’t going to be fruitful.

You sighed, staring out of the window when Aemond entered his chambers. He usually found you looking out over the city, hoping to spot one of the familiar dragons of your family on the horizon. It broke his heart to see you like this. He took a deep breath before he walked towards you and joined you on the bench by the window. Putting one leg on each side of the bench, he gently grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him. The back of your head was resting against his chest, a distant expression on your eyes. Aemond lifted one of his hands to your face, stroking your cheek in an attempt to comfort you.

‘You should take your mind off this matter. I’m sure we’ll hear from Rhaenyra soon’, he softly spoke, looking down at your sad face.

‘How am I to take my mind off this? I am confined to these chambers and my only hope of getting out is a response from my mother’, you huffed, closing your eyes with exhaustion.

‘Maybe I know something to distract you for a little while’, Aemond mused, placing little kisses on your head. He leaned forward slightly, moving you along with him and dipped his head to reach your neck. His lips were brushing over the sensitive spot under your ear and it sent shivers down your spine. A soft sigh escaped you as you whispered his name. He smiled against your skin and hummed while his tongue kept wandering over your shoulder and back up your neck. His hand found your chin and he gently turned it towards him, giving him enough access to press his lips against yours in the most loving kiss.

When you didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss until you let out a soft moan. With a mischievous grin, he invaded your mouth with his tongue. You felt his hand cupping your face, firmly keeping you in place. His other hand was wrapped around your waist, pressing you against him and you started feeling the effect this closeness had on him. Excited by this development you bit his lip, drawing a deep groan from him. You gently covered his hand on your waist with yours, interlacing your fingers with his. With a smirk, you slowly guided it from your waist up towards your breast and removed your hand again, leaving him to decide how he wanted to proceed.

His mouth never left yours as your tongues wrestled for dominance and his thumb ran over your breast, your nipple turning hard beneath your dress. You could feel heat rising within you and couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into Aemond’s mouth. Just as his hand was about to find its way under your dress and onto your bare breast, you managed to gather your thoughts and pulled back slightly.

‘Aemond’, you breathed and he hummed in response, proceeding to kiss his way down your jawline. You had trouble forming a straight sentence, but you had to try to pull yourself together.

‘Aemond, we need to stop. Until we have my family’s approval I am not even your betrothed yet. Needless to say we are not wed and I refuse to become your whore’, you tried to sound stern, but it was hard with him all over you.

A frustrated groan fell from Aemond’s lips as he brought his hands back around your waist and pulled his head back slightly. ‘You are right, my love. You deserve better and I would never force myself on you. You are just so beautiful’, he whispered, placing one last gentle kiss on your mouth.

‘I cannot wait to be your wife’, you smiled, moving away slightly to give Aemond some space. ‘You did take my mind off my family for a bit’, you giggled, looking back at him.

‘I would hope that you did not just think about your family’, he shook his head, chuckling softly.

Even though by now you had heard him laugh more and more whenever you were together, it still made your heart jump with joy every single time. Aemond’s laugh quickly became your favourite sound in the world.

That was until you heard a familiar roar. Within seconds you were standing by the window, your eyes staring at the horizon. And then you saw them. The familiar group of dragons, that you had known your entire life. Vermithor was with them and you felt a wide smile spread across your face, as you saw your beloved dragon along with those of your mother, Daemon and your brothers.

‘They’re here, Aemond. I can’t believe it’, you laughed and he joined you by the window. His arm resting on your back.

‘I will need to notify Aegon and mother. We are to meet them at the dragonpit’, he stated, quickly turning around to grab his sword and cloak, getting ready to leave the room.

‘Take me with you’, you urged him.

‘Y/N, you know I can’t. That was the agreement’, he sighed, not wanting to disappoint you.

‘The agreement was that I was to stay here, until we receive a response. This is our response. You can’t expect me to sit here and wait while your family decides my fate. If this goes wrong, this might be my last chance to see them. It may very well end in bloodshed’, you begged, desperate to convince him.

‘Fine’, he exhaled, ‘but you have to promise me to stay by my side at all times. I cannot risk you getting harmed.’ A pleading look covered his face and you nodded. You would have agreed to anything, just to be allowed to see your family again.

You followed Aemond as he walked through the castle with quick steps, commanding guards to retrieve King Aegon and Queen Alicent, informing them both of the arrival of your family. Alicent shot you an angered glance, when she saw you by Aemond’s side, but he silenced her with an equally angry look. Grateful that he stood up for you, you grabbed his hand as you all made your way down to the dragonpit, where you witnessed your brothers dismounting their dragons. Your mother and Daemon were already waiting to greet you and the false king’s family, a bitter expression crossing Daemon’s face.

Vermithor dipped his head at the sight of you and tears of joy shot into your eyes. ‘Nyke missed ao, tolī, ñuha zaldrīzes’, you whispered, ‘I missed you, too, my dragon.’ Then your gaze shifted to meet your mother’s. Despite Aegon and Alicent standing right in front of her, waiting for her words, a shaky breath escaped her lips when she saw you. You looked at her with a weak smile, wanting to embrace her, wanting to say so much, but you knew this wasn’t the moment. She faintly nodded at you, her eyes unable to hide the emotions behind them. You could see relief on her face, joy even, but also deep sadness. And at that moment you knew. She didn’t even have to open her mouth for you to know how this conversation would end. A single tear streamed down your face, knowing what your mother was about to give up for the better of the realm. Knowing she partially also did this to come to your aid. You gave her an encouraging nod before she finally broke eye contact with you.

‘My queen’, Rhaenyra looked at her former childhood friend, ‘my family and I have come to King’s Landing to declare our loyalty to your son, King Aegon II, and to accept your proposal that would unite our noble House once again.’

She exhaled deeply and it broke your heart to see this happening. Then she turned to face Aegon and bent the knee before him. ‘Your grace, I hereby swear my oath as the Princess of Dragonstone to you as our king. I am pleased to announce that my family and the noble House Velaryon are to follow my lead’, she directly looked at him, as she pledged her loyalty to Aegon. You knew that she would have made a fine ruler. The dignity in all of her acts had proven that much.

And despite the hatred on his face, Daemon followed suit kneeling beside his wife. You looked at your brothers, who both shot you a sad glance before following their mother's lead. You all had to pay the price for this. Your mother lost her throne, your brothers lost their standing and Daemon could not protect the legacy of his late brother. And you were no longer heir to the Iron Throne.

A wicked laugh brought you back to reality and you looked up to see it was Aegon laughing at your family that knelt in front of him.

‘The realm’s delight, kneeling before my feet. What a sight to see’, he mocked. You noticed Daemon’s hand reaching for his dagger, but your mother effortlessly extended her arm, keeping him at bay. Aemond’s grip on your hand tightened and you shot him a glance noticing the anger boiling behind his eye. You faintly shook your head, motioning for him to stay calm, even though you had trouble keeping your own feelings hidden.

‘Aegon’, the queen hissed, but she couldn’t do anything about it. Her husband was no longer around and she was not ruling anymore.

‘No’, Aegon spat, ‘this isn’t good enough. Guards! Gather the masses. We will have a public declaration.’

‘You will not humiliate your family like this’, Queen Alicent warned.

‘Or what, mother’, Aegon challenged her, a smirk covering his face, ‘I am the king. You cannot force me to do anything, anymore.’

You took a deep breath, trying to not let him get to you and saw your mother shaking your head at you. Despite being brought to her knees by her imbecile half-brother, she still tried to keep the peace and made sure everyone would stay quiet. You hated all of this. You hated your duty and you just wanted to burn Aegon to the ground. Your dragon was right there after all.

Alicent’s voice cut through the tension in the room, motioning for your family to rise as soon as Aegon had walked off. With the dragonpit in ruins, the public declaration could not take place here. A number of knights arrived to escort you and your family back to the Red Keep where the masses were gathered in the yard behind the gates.

As you made your way back to the castle, you heard people whisper. Word started to spread about your mother’s return which caused a great stir among the citizens of King’s Landing. The reactions ranged from delighted cheering to wishing her to be dead. Even if your families were united, the realm surely was not.

You were left to wait in the entrance hall of the Red Keep until the declaration could begin. Grateful to have a few moments of peace and quiet with your family, you let go of Aemond’s hand and made your way over to your mother.

‘Mother’, you simply exhaled, not knowing what to say and she immediately pulled you into her arms. When you parted, Daemon joined you, putting his hand on your shoulder, a defeated look still on his face.

‘I apologise for causing so much sorrow for this family’, you muttered, suddenly ashamed that you were the reason your mother would not be queen.

‘No, you did not cause any of this’, your mother encouraged you, ‘quite the opposite. You saved your brother’s life and you’re giving up your right as heir to the throne, you’re giving yourself to prevent a war. And I applaud you for your selflessness.’ Rhaenyra smiled at you. It didn’t get rid of the guilt in your stomach, but you were glad that your mother supported you in your endeavours.

‘Does he treat you well?’, Daemon asked, shooting a sharp glare at Aemond. It made you chuckle. He had always been protective of you.

‘He does’, you glanced at your betrothed, holding out your arm, hoping he would join. He carried himself with his usual aura of confidence, and if you hadn’t known him so well, you wouldn’t have noticed the hint of fear crossing his face for just a moment.

‘Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon’, he nodded at them, taking your hand in his. Looking at your mother, he added, ‘I am honoured that you have chosen to give me the opportunity to take your daughter as my wife. I vow to treat her well and protect her until my last breath.’

Your mother simply nodded at him, before looking at you, giving you a little smile. Meanwhile Daemon kept staring at Aemond as if he was about to devour him whole, so you decided to excuse yourself and welcome your brothers to King’s Landing.

Aemond’s grip on your hand tightened as you approached Jace and Luke, both their eyes fixated on the tall prince beside you. Luke’s eyes never left Aemond’s sapphire eye, staring at it with fear covering his face. A content hum escaped betrothed’s lips and you decided to ignore it.

‘Jace, Luke, I am so glad to see you’, you breathed, letting go of Aemond’s hand to embrace both your brothers. As soon as you let go they shot another glance at your betrothed.

You took a deep breath, ‘I know relationships between you and Prince Aemond have been strained in the past. But please, this marriage is all about leaving the past behind and standing united. I urge you to do the same.’ You glanced at Aemond, begging him to take the first step. You knew it was unfair to ask this of him, but all you could do was hope that your being by his side had started to heal the wounds of his past.

A look of contempt crossed the prince’s face as he stepped forward. He placed a hand on your back and you were unsure if it was to comfort you or to keep himself calm.

‘Nephews, I am pleased to welcome you to King's Landing. Y/N and I look forward to your attendance at our upcoming wedding’, he announced, showing no emotion in his words.

You let out a relieved sigh. Before any of you could continue your conversations, Aegon entered the room, declaring that the masses were ready to witness Rhaenyra swearing her oath to him.

With confident strides, he walked out onto the platform high above the crowds. As you followed him, Aemond by your side, you noticed the King’s Guard at the bottom of the stairs, separating the masses from the royal families. The people seemed unruly, you witnessed them pushing each other, shouting obscenities about either potential ruler. Aemond had noticed it, too and put his hand around his sword, keeping you close with his other arm.

‘His Grace, Aegon, Second of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm’, Ser Criston Cole announced the arrival of Aegon.

The crowds started pushing more, people cheering Aegon’s name, but you also heard gross insults stemming from the mass of people below your feet.

‘We have gathered to receive Princess Rhaenyra’s oath to the crown. The princess will speak for her family as well as for the House Velaryon’, Aegon declared, a smug smirk on his lips. You wished you could wipe it right off his nasty little face.

Your mother stepped forward, and turned towards Aegon who was standing next to her. As the crowds looked upon her, calls of her name erupted and you noticed the first fights break out in the mass of people that had gathered at the Red Keep. Fists were flying and people were pushing towards the King’s Guard.

A dignified smile covered your mother’s face when she lifted her father’s crown off her head and knelt before Aegon, offering it to him and pledging her loyalty once again. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Daemon and your brothers bending their knees, as well, proving their loyalty. In hindsight, this was probably what made the crowds go wild. Aegon could not utter another word to further humiliate your family, before the first people broke through the row of knights at the bottom of the steps. Swords drawn, they sprinted up the stairs. You felt Aemond draw his sword, pushing you behind him and retreating towards the entrance to the castle. Daemon jumped to his feet, sword already in his hand and running towards your mother. That’s when you noticed an object flying towards the king.

‘Aemond’, you shouted his name, pointing at his brother, but it was too late. All you saw was Aegon falling to his knees, an arrow sticking out of his chest. You heard the queen scream in pain as Ser Criston dragged her towards the Red Keep. Aemond let out a shocked gasp, watching his brother fall forward. Blood started to pool around him. But Aemond pulled himself together quickly when the first men run towards you, swords drawn. He pushed you closer to the doors, running behind you, his sword still in his hand, ready to defend you with his life.

A few moments later, you gathered inside the Red Keep, a knight of the King’s Guard carrying Aegon’s body and both crowns inside. Alicent dropped to her knees next to you, desperate cries escaping her mouth. You just stared at the lifeless body in disbelief, not understanding what had happened. Outside the doors, all you heard was screams and the sounds of metal clinking.

You turned towards Aemond, who was just staring at his brother, his sword still hanging by his side. His face told a tale of shock and confusion. You knew they had never had a good relationship, but to see your sibling die, you didn’t want to imagine that. You gently placed your hand on his arm, not knowing what else to do to comfort him. He swallowed, exhaling deeply as if to pull himself together. Sheathing his sword, he walked towards the queen, lifting her to her feet, and pulling her into a loving embrace. His eyes were closed as he comforted his mother.

At a distance, you noticed your family all standing together, looking at each other. Nobody understood what had just happened. All you knew was that your mother had renounced her title and that the king was dead. Realisation began to settle in for you, that this left the question of succession.

You glanced over at Aemond, still holding his mother. He had been second in line after King Viserys’ passing. But Aegon had children, sons even. They were but babes though, giving the small council the opportunity to agree on a suitable heir to the throne.

Turning back around, you saw your mother staring at you, the same look covering her face, as her gaze shifted between you and Aemond.

Your betrothed might be the next king, and you would be his bride.

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