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sapphire-writes · 11 months

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Just Friends ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: You and Aemond are just friends.....right?

word count: 3.6k

note: a request for some friends to lovers 🩷

rating: Explicit (see more descriptive warnings under the cut)

warnings: fingering, titty sucking, slight praise, semi-public, language, alcohol use

A group project with Sara, Jace, and Aliandra was perfect. All three of you had chosen History of the First Men as an elective this term for that very reason. Professor Karstark was known for his heinous group project that ran the entire semester. The four of you were great friends already, so when Professor Karstark announced you’d be picking your own groups, your heart leaped with joy.

Until he mentioned needing groups of five.

You had no choice but to add another person to your tight-knit group. Luckily, Jace’s cousin was also in the class. You’d seen him around campus before, but Aemond Targaryen often kept to himself. When he wasn’t studying in the library he could be found keeping his frat boy elder brother out of trouble.

The Targaryens shared a house on King’s Ave; a notorious strip of off-campus housing for those attending Westeros University. All four siblings attended currently, Daeron just starting his freshman year. You’d thought it was cute that they all lived together, and you’d told Aemond as much upon first meeting him.

After spending time together on the project, you and Aemond became fast friends. He now knew your coffee order by heart, often bringing you a steaming cup before class. You’d camp out with him in the library, show him new music, order your favorite takeaway and binge shows together. And when you couldn’t do that together, you’d be texting about it, like you were right now.

You giggle at your phone, and Ali lifts her head from her computer screen.

You’d been in Jace’s apartment, waiting for him to return with coffee for your group to continue working on the project.

“Texting loverboy?” she teases, pulling her dark curls into a messy bun on top of her head.

Sara walks into the room at that moment, a bowl of popcorn in her hands, her lips parting in shock.

“What did I miss?” she cries, hurrying forward.

You place your phone down, rolling your eyes.

“Nothing! He’s just funny, that’s all,” you tell them, trying to ignore the blush you know is blooming on your cheeks. Maybe if you concentrate hard enough, it’ll go away.

“Nothing my ass,” Sara says with a smirk, “That boy is sooo into you.”

“Will you stop it,” you tell her, “We’re just friends.”

“Friends don’t look at friends the way Aemond looks at you,” Ali argues, as the door to the apartment opens.

You shush your two friends as Jace walks in, his younger brother Luke trailing behind him. Jace holds a tray of iced coffees in his hand, causing Sara to squeal and press a kiss to his cheek before taking one.

“Sorry I’m late, had to pick Luke up from practice,” Jace says, throwing his bag down on the floor.

“Sup ladies,” Luke says with a grin.

“You smell like a wet dog,” Sara accuses, wrinkling her nose.

“Lacrosse season, baby!” Luke says, holding his arms wide. You and Ali pretend to gag and he lowers them.

“You guys are mean,” he pouts, heading towards the bathroom.

“Did you pick Aemond up too?” you ask, curious where the silver-haired boy is. Ali mouths the word subtle to you and you stick your tongue out.

“Don’t think he’s coming,” Luke calls from the bathroom, “Looked pretty busy on his date!”

It’s like someone slapped you. Ali meets your eyes, her own wide with shock.

“Date?” you ask, mouth suddenly very dry.

“We don’t know-” Jace begins, but Luke cuts him off, running shirtless out of the bathroom.

“He was at Stormy’s,” Luke begins, referring to the local coffee shop, “In a corner booth. You don’t sit with just anyone in a corner booth.”

“Okay Mr. Never-Had-A-Girlfriend,” Jace scoffs, sitting on the couch.

“I know what’s up!” Luke insists, though the tips of his ears turn red, “You sit in the back corner, that way if you want to put your hand-”

“Ew ew ew!” Sara says, covering her ears as she sits next to Jace, “Future brother-in-law, I’m begging you to shut up!”

“I know what’s up!” Luke insists, again, “I do!”

“Go shower!” Jace tells him, tossing a pillow at him. Luke mumbles something under his breath before heading back down the hall toward the bathroom.

“Who was he with?” Ali asks, sparing you the embarrassment of asking. Jace is clueless about your innocent little crush.

“Maris Baratheon,” Jace tells you all.

Shit. Maris Baratheon makes total sense. Another girl in your year who takes her studies very seriously, much like Aemond. It doesn’t ease your nerves knowing she’s stunning as well. Long dark curls, and sapphire blue eyes. It would only make sense that they get together.

“There’s a party at the soccer house tomorrow night,” Jace says, suddenly changing the subject, “I think we should go.”

“I’m in,” you answer, causing Ali and Sara to exchange a look.

“Jacey boy!” Aegon says, throwing an arm around his nephew, “So glad you could make it.”

Jace pulls Aegon’s arm off of him as you enter the soccer house. The music is blasting through the speakers, some trashy remix of No Hands. Aegon hands you a cup which Sara snatches from your hands immediately.

“First rule of uni, don’t accept a drink from Egg,” Sara says with a sneer. Aegon presses a hand to his chest pretending to be shocked.

“You’ve got me all wrong, love,” he teases, taking the cup back and taking a sip, “See? All clear.”

Sara takes it back, eying it suspiciously before taking a sip. You laugh and Aegon turns to you, a small smile on his face.

“My brother’s been waiting for you,” he tells you, fixing the backward baseball cap that rests on his head.

Your stomach flip-flops, though you try to ignore it. Aegon hands you another drink, which you sip gratefully.

“Oh yeah?” you ask nonchalantly, and Aegon nods.

“Haven’t seen you at the house in a while,” he says, as someone increases the volume of the music.

“What?” you call but Aegon waves you off, before disappearing into the crowd.

You take another sip from your drink, as Ali pulls you toward the center of the dancefloor. You don’t see Aemond, though Aegon said he must be here. You decide to spend some time dancing, trying to calm your nerves. You shouldn’t be feeling this way anyhow. Aemond is your friend.

Just friends.

You spot him across the room after a few songs play. He’s leaning against the doorframe talking to Cregan Stark. You can’t help the butterflies that fill your belly as he raises his eyes to meet yours. A soft smile appears on his handsome face at the sight of you, and the hair on the back of your neck stands up with attention. He looks good, though it's hard not to with that bone structure of his. Those pouty lips.

“I’m going to go say hi!” you tell Ali, nodding towards Aemond.

She gives you a look of warning.

“You sure?” she asks and you nod, “Okay girl, I’ll be here!”

You move through the crowd of people making your way toward him. You smile politely at Cregan before hugging Aemond.

“Hey Aem,” you say, the scent of his cologne making you dizzy as you press your face against his firm chest.

“Hey,” he answers, the vibrations from his chest making you close your eyes.

You wish you could just curl up with him here, leave the party and watch one of your shows together. You open your eyes. Can’t think like that, not if he’s seeing Maris.

You pull away from him a little too quickly, the beer in your cup sloshing out the sides and onto your hand. You force a smile on your face.

“Where’s Maris?” you ask, making a point to look around.

“What?” Aemond asks with a chuckle.

“Maris! Your date!” you yell over the music.

Aemond pouts, tilting his head to the side, confused at what you’ve just said.

“Maris is my mate!” Aemond calls over the pounding sound of the bass.

You can barely hear him above the loud house music, the floor vibrates with how loud it is. The liquid in the red solo cup you hold wobblies, waves rippling across the surface. It’s so loud, you confuse about what Aemond has said, though you’re watching his lips carefully.

“Maris is great!” is what you hear, causing your heart to drop slightly.

You force a smile on your face, nodding at him.

“I’m really happy for you two!” you yell back, taking a sip from the warming beer. Aemond’s eyebrows concave together in confusion and he shakes his head.

“Did you hear me?” he loudly asks, but of course, you can’t.

“What?” you yell, and Aemond sighs in frustration.

Suddenly, he wraps his fingers around your wrist, gently directing you down the hallway. You let him guide you, careful not to spill your drink as you trail behind him. You catch Sara’s eye from across the room and she purses her lips at you. Whenever she does that you can’t help but think of Florence Pugh.

He checks several doors until one to the bathroom opens, and pulls you inside with him. You enter the small space as he closes the door behind him. The music is muffled, making your ears ring as they adjust to the lower levels of sound.

Aemond stands in front of the door momentarily, before moving further into the bathroom, as though not to make you uncomfortable by blocking it with his tall frame. You lean against the sink as he places one hand on his hip, dragging the other through his pale hair.

“Why d’you think me and Maris are a thing?” he asks, faces scrunched in confusion.

You can feel your heart beating frantically in your chest, and you try to ignore the nausea that churns in your stomach, the sour taste that fills your mouth at the thought of their date.

“Um, Luke told me?” you tell him, as though it should be obvious, “Sorry if he put his foot in his mouth, but you were out in public! If you were trying to keep it on the low, you should’ve gone somewhere private.”

The corner of Aemond’s mouth ticks upwards into a slight smirk.

“On the low?” he asks, standing up a little straighter.

You place your cup on the edge of the sink.

“Well, it sounds like you were surprised I knew,” you tell him, feeling your face flush. You hope Aemond can’t tell, and if he can, that he simply thinks it's because of your drinking, not the feelings you’re holding back.

His eyes, blue and violet, roam your face, ceaselessly searching for any hint of jealousy or distaste. He’s been your friend for a while now, he can tell when you’re holding something in.

“Maris and I are just mates,” he tells you so you can hear him this time, “She’s been thinking of studying in Oldtown next term. She wanted some advice.”

Your lips part, shocked at what he’s saying before you feel the fire return to your cheeks with a vengeance. Fucking Luke, starting drama for no reason.

“Oh,” you say softly, curling your fingers against the lip of the counter, “Oh that makes sense.”

“Yeah, it does,” Aemond says, with a chuckle. He clears his throat suddenly, averting his eyes, “I um..sort of have a thing for someone else anyway.”

“Oh,” you repeat, “That’s cool.”

“But I’m kind of…nervous,” he admits, meeting your eyes once more, “I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have. But I can’t really ignore how I feel.”

You hold his gaze. He can’t be talking about you. Can he?

“What should I do?” Aemond asks, “What do you think?”

“I think…well..” you nervously wet your lips, “I think….you should tell her.”

Aemond takes a step closer, placing one hand on the sink next to yours. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, his tall frame leaning towards you.

“Yeah?” he says in a gruff voice, “You really think so?”

You nod, and he brings his opposite hand to rest on the counter on the other side of you, caging you against it with his lean form. He’s so close you can almost feel his body pressing against you. You can smell his cologne, as he leans his face closer to your height.

“I think you might be pleasantly surprised,” you tell him.

Aemond’s eyes widen slightly before they fall to your lips. Pushing up onto your tiptoes, you bring your lips to his, kissing him gently. You pull away for a moment, gauging his reaction, but Aemond chases your lips with his own, capturing them in another kiss. His hands slide along the counter, finding purchase on your hips. He lets them rest there a moment, squeezing your hip bones before lifting underneath your ass to place you on the counter.

You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss with a slight turn of your head as Aemond strokes the sides of your thighs. You can feel your arousal pooling in your underwear, and you clench your thighs together to no avail.

Aemond’s hands caress the skin of your hips that was exposed as your tank top rides up. His hands dance to your belt and you drop your hands to begin unbuckling it. Aemond’s eyes drop to your quickly working hands.

“Holy fuck… can I?” Aemond says between a kiss, “Can I touch you, please?”

“Yes, please, fuck,” you nearly beg while unbuttoning your jeans, “Please touch me Aemond.”

You slide the zipper down and feel Aemond’s hands on yours, hastily moving them out of the way. You wrap them around his neck as his slender fingers dip below the hem of the lacey thong you’d decided to wear. Sara has a very strict policy on party panties and demanded you wear your sexiest set.

“Just in case,” she’d told you with a wink.

You could kiss her, with the expression on Aemond’s face as he looks between your legs.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he whimpers, the pads of his fingers rubbing circles around your clit.

You bite your lip, holding back a whimper of your own as he dips his fingers lower, gathering your arousal on his fingertips before going back to circling your clit.

“Fuck-” you cry out as he lowers his palm, slipping a finger inside your clenching hole. Aemond swallows your cry with a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

He experimentally curls the long digit against your walls, preening with the sounds this elicits from you, and the way you claw at the back of his neck. His cock is straining against the confines of his jeans, but he can’t find it in him to care at the moment; completely focused on your pleasure.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he murmurs against your lips, kissing you hungrily.

“Me too,” you whine, sucking on his lower lip.

Aemond pulls away slightly, a half smile decorating his face.

“How long?” he asks, a second finger teasing at your entrance ready to join the first. You buck your hips, desperate for him to fill you up.

“Since game night at Baela’s,” you gasp, as he sinks the second digit into your tight, wet heat.

“I remember. You’re such a sore loser,” Aemond teases, curling his fingers against the rough patch of your walls that has you seeing stars.

Your head lolls, tapping against the mirror before Aemond brings his free hand to rest on the back of your neck, propping your head up.

“I’ve liked you, ever since you met Vhagar,” he tells you, letting his hand trail from the back of your neck to your shoulder.

Warmth floods your chest at the memory. It was one of the first times you’d hung out with Aemond actually. You’d come to the house after class and met the grumpy old tabby cat. Aemond had been thoroughly impressed at how you were able to coax her from her hiding place under the sofa.

She’d only hissed at you once, before sniffing the tips of your fingers and rubbing her head against them.

Aemond brings his thumb to rest on your clit, circling the button in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers, tearing you from the memory and bringing you back to the present. The added clit stimulation has you clenching around his fingers, the small bathroom filling with the squelching sounds of your soaked pussy.

Your lower abdomen tenses, and you can feel the precipice of your orgasm creeping up on you, tingling up your spine.

“God you’re so tight,” Aemond moans, and you grab the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging harshly.

A whine leaves his lips as you do so, and you bring your lips to kiss his neck, sucking a purple lovebite onto the pale flesh. Aemond’s breathing is ragged as you do so, his fingers tugging at the spaghetti straps of your top, pulling it down to reveal your matching lace bralette. Aemond quickly works the front clip, letting your breasts spill free. Your nipples harden in the cool air.

He eyes them hungrily, as you pull away from kissing his neck, connecting your lips once more. Aemond’s hand moves to the side of your left breast, massaging the soft mound, just as someone knocks on the bathroom door. Aemond breaks away from your lips.

“Just a second!” Aemond yells, before latching his mouth to your tender nipple and suckling harshly.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him against you as he swirls his hot tongue around the sensitive nub. Legs locked around his slender waist, you pull him closer to you, arching your back to press yourself harder against his mouth, against his fingers.

“Aemond?” Aegon’s voice calls from outside the bathroom. The door handle jiggles. “You bastard open up!”

Aemond releases your breast with a wet pop, dragging his lips up toward your neck to kiss the sensitive spot beneath your ear. His fingers never stop curling into you, the pads of his fingers dragging against your sweet spot while his thumb plays with your clit. He drags his teeth along your earlobe, biting down as Aegon knocks again.

“I have to piss!” Aegon yells, banging on the door causing it to shake on its hinges.

“He said just a second!” you snap, voice several pitches higher than normal as Aemond tugs harshly your slippery, wet nipple.

“The fuck?” Aegon’s angry tone turns to one of confusion, “Yo is that Y/N?”

Aemond’s fingers slow as he pulls away from your neck, his hand still gripping your breast. The actions cause your imminent orgasm to begin to fizzle out and you whine in annoyance. You were so close.

Aemond’s eyes meet yours, pupils dilated as yours must be. His jaw is slack, face flushed as Aegon laughs from outside the bathroom.

“I didn’t know you had it in you!” Aegon calls, “That’s my bro, finally getting the girl! Sara is going to lose her shit when she knows I found out first!”

You stifle a laugh, bringing your hand to cover your mouth at Aegon’s words. Aemond’s cheeks are red as he smiles bashfully, as though he’s not knuckle-deep in your pussy at the moment.

“Have fun you lovebirds, I’ll piss outside,” Aegon calls, giving a final rapid fire of knocking before presumably leaving the door.

“Do you think he’s really gone?” you ask through a giggle.

“Honestly, I don’t even care,” Aemond says, kissing you once more and resuming the movement of his fingers thrusting and curling in and out.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” you cry, as Aemond works you towards orgasm once more. Your legs shake around him and he brings his mouth to your opposite breast, lavishing it with the same attention he did the other.

“Take my fingers so fucking well,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your breast, “Bet you’ll take my cock perfectly.”

“Yes-fuck yes!” you cry, nails digging into his shoulder blades through the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

You can feel how hard he is, how big his cock is concealed under his jeans. Your mouth waters at the thought of it replacing his fingers, pussy tightly clenching around him. Aemond feels you tighten, a smug smile creeping onto his face.

“You like that idea? Want me to fill you with my cock?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” you whine, looking up at him through your lashes, “Please I need it so bad.”

“You’ll get it, pretty girl,” he promises, “Come for me, darling, that’s it.”

“Oh oh- oh!”

With a strangled cry your orgasm crashes over you as you clench around his fingers. A rush of arousal drips down his fingers and between your thighs as he fucks you through it, prolonging your pleasure. As you come down from your high, Aemond’s mouth is on yours in another passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth, whimpering at the overstimulation.

Your hands drop to his belt and he chuckles, placing kisses down your neck.

“Can we go back to mine?” he asks, as you attempt to do the first loop. You pause looking up at him.

“I’d love to,” you tell him, as he kisses you again.

You spend the next several minutes reclipping your bra and fixing yourselves before opening the door. Aegon nearly falls on top of you both as he tries to pretend he wasn’t listening. Aemond smacks him on the shoulder as he tries to run away.

“Couldn’t hear anything over this fucking music!” Aegon calls, as he smiles cheekily and disappears down the hall.

Covering your face with embarrassment, Aemond loops his arm around you, placing a kiss on top of your head and leading you out of the party.

note: hope you liked it!!

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kyxworld · 2 months

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hello, hru? 🩷

sorry, i really don’t want to sound rude or annoying but it’s just that i really don’t understand

each time i decide something it doesn’t happen. i don’t understand. let’s say i decide my mom bringing me mcdonald’s (hehe i am hungry rn) it doesn’t happen and yall are saying it’s as easy as blinking or lifting your arm up so i am confused with myself rn

should i decide and “let it happened” like not so be focus on “how it will happened”, “checking if it happened”, etc? decide and then just be? but then i find it hard to just be after that because yall say it’s instant and it’s in my face not being there idk sorry.

hi, i’m fine, thank you. and you?

“it’s doesn’t happen” okay you bought that upon yourself 🧍🏻‍♀️

also who’s this “i” you refer to, throughout the ask?

one moment you’re like “i realize i’m " " ” then go back “wow let’s check my senses rq” 💀 that tells me enough. do you know? everything is instantaneous for “ ”. when did awareness/that ever wait on smth? before you even came up w a question, what’s always there?

this whole ask, i’m sorry, heavy on misidentification and using this AV/ND as a method.

#asks!#non dualism #listen to my husband 😞

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calummss · 14 hours

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O Captain, My Captain | Nell Jackson

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summary: running away from a forced marriage you flee onto the ship of captain nell jackson

pairing: lesbian! nell jackson x lesbian! reader

words: 1.5k

a/n: to my fellow lesbians enjoy 🧡🤍🩷 i want credit for inventing pirate nell j🤓

You had once hoped you would marry for love or at least find love in an arranged marriage like your mamma and papa. A kind of love that starts with a spark and grows into a small flame. That same flame can light a candle, a fireplace, if big enough it can even engulf entire cities. You hoped that someone would burn for but Mr. Norris didn’t love you. He wanted you. Like some prized possession to show off. The governor’s daughter, Lady Y/n Knightley. Diamond among the ladies of Jamaica. You wanted nothing more than to reject Mr. Norris’ advances but he insisted to your father that he was the perfect match. There was no persuading you. Once your father made up his mind there was nothing that could convince him otherwise. Your only plan to escape this marriage was to escape. Literally. You couldn’t bear the thought of looking that man in the face and pretending to like him. You had to run away.

You had packed a sack of a few items days before. Stealing hard cheeses, apples and bread in case you fell victim to food shortage. You weren’t quite sure how you would leave Port Royal, only that you would need to trespass on to a ship.

The next morning you woke up early, stars still in the sky, everyone else still asleep at this hour. You grabbed your sack and headed out the back door, careful to not come across any servants that were preparing breakfast.

Down at the harbour you noticed a ship, not too big, not too small. You saw that you were alone and took the illusion to hop on board, nearly losing your baggage to the ocean. It was quiet and only a few members of the crew paced the decks as they were getting ready to leave. You had gotten onto the ship without notice and prayed you wouldn’t attract notice until their next stop.

It was fiction if you believed that was what would happen.

“And who are you?” A voice sounded from above, grabbing you by the biceps with such force he almost lifted you up. “A ship hopper ey? Up you get. You’re gonna see the captain.”

You tried escaping him but his grasp was too tight. It had only been a few hours since you left shore and already you had been found.

“Please,” you tried wiggling. “Please I swear I’m not up to anything!”

“Tell that to ‘er.’ He said, throwing your forwards makes you stumble. Eye to eyes with a pair of black boots.

Looking up you saw the captain. A woman. She had long curly brown hair, hazel eyes. Such pretty eyes

“What are you doing on my ship?” Cockney accent, London, great you knew the ton in London perhaps it could help???

You stayed silent scared you might make yourself a fool.

“We can’t have ‘er on board, Nell.” The same man said. “Bad luck to ‘ave women on board.”

“Rupert, I literally have tits. You know that.”

“You’re different, Captain, same goes for the others on board. But she’s a real lady.”

She furrowed her eyebrows in response. “Are you saying I’m not a real lady?”

Rupert noticed the dominating tone. That he had pissed her off. He lowered his head and stepped back with a firm “Sorry, Ma’am.”

She turned around to face you, the sunset rising behind her making her look extraordinary. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n. Y/n Knightley.”

“And why is Y/n Knightley on my ship?”

“I had to run away, Captain.”

“From what?”

‘Marriage.”

“Understandable.”

“What?”

“What?” She repeated. “Understandably so. I myself don’t really understand it either. My name’s Nell Jackson by the way. Everyone calls me Captain, Ma’am or Nell.”

You nodded.

“But don’t call me Nellie.” She shook her head. “Don’t like that.”

“Yes, Captain.” You said with such uncertainty it sounded like a question, gathering sly laughter from the crew around you.

“Enough mesmerising our new ruby on board,” she called out. “Back to work ladies and gentlemen! You-,” she pointed at you, “with me.”

Everyone left at her command so you followed her to her office, still lit by the candles she used that night. Her office space was tidy except for the desk that bore many maps and figurines of ships.

“Are you a pirate?” You asked without thinking.

“Why yes I am.” She smiled as if you had just given her a compliment.

“You didn’t even try to hide it.”

“Why would I? I take pride in being captain of my very own crew and ship. Wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t know.” You paced around the room, looking at various artefacts. “I’ve never really owned anything except for a baby lamb once. Then my father ate it.”

Her round eyes almost popped out of her skull. “How sweet,” she cleared her throat. “Look,” she came closer. “I don’t mind having you onboard as long as you follow my rules, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now go ask Roxy to show you the food storage so you can have a proper meal and come back to me when you’re done.

“Thank you, Nell.”

“Go on.”

You had decided that night that you would stay on board for as long as Nell allowed it. You grew fond of her and you thought she did the same. She treated you differently from the other woman on board. Like she cared differently…

The red dress that Nell gifted you when she visited Tortuga on business fit you like a glove. It fit your chest and arms perfectly, supporting your chest yet loose past your ribs giving you free space to move about. It was perfect.

The night grew mild as the hot temperatures dropped to a more appropriate level, the night sky full of stars as the pale moonlight hit the deck. You felt like dancing. You didn’t know why or how but simply because. Taking off your shoes, you twirled into the middle of the deck as you started to lift your feet off the ground to an imaginary beat. The other’s simply stared , wondering if you were well. Your hair ribbon loosened leaving your hair flowing in the fresh air of the Caribbean. “I feel alive.” You giggled, beaming at the crew as you tried to convince them to join you. “Come on, Will!” You took his hands, pulling him in with no success.

Soon after more women and men started to join you. Simply letting the stress of tomorrow be stress for tomorrow.

A bottle of rum was being passed around, taking multiple big swigs yourself, you let the burning sensation work its magic.

Nell joined in and took sips of rum, danced, had fun.

Turning about the deck you came opposite Nell. Taking her hands you spun in circles for as long as you could without getting sick. Stumbling away from the rest you both let out a laugh as the candle light stopped illuminating. You could only see the twinkle of the stars in her eyes as you got closer. Her eyes the most remarkable shade of hazel, her eyes so big one could only stare. Heat arose from your stomach to your chest. Her lips were getting closer and your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t move, like you were hypnotised. Your heart pounded, your knees grew weaker. The empty void that filled the space between your bodies slowly grew as she stepped even closer. Neither of you said anything. You knew what you wanted.

Your whole body tingled, the feeling of her frame leaning on yours, as Nell’s arms wrapped around you felt nearly forbidden. Her lips brushed against yours, softly, delicately, like you were a porcelain figure, one crack away from falling to pieces and being broken forever. You could only focus on how soft she felt against your mouth, how addictively she invaded all your senses. She kissed you long enough that she could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin, and the taste of sea salt on your lips that would linger far after you had gone.

Realising what you had done you pulled away, squinting in embarrassment as you let out deep breaths. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me I—‘

‘—Don’t apologise for kissing me,’ Nell mumbled, placing her hands on your face, placing her lips back onto yours this time more rough. Like you were the air she breathed. The planet she rotated around. She wanted to kiss you and never stop.

Nell gently grabbed your chin, slowly pulling back from the kiss, deep down not wanting to break apart from you again. “Never apologise for kissing me again, Y/n.”

“Duly noted. O captain, my captain, kiss me again.” You giggled as you caught her lips again, throwing your arms around her neck.

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footprintsinthesxnd · 5 months

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Perfect Moments

Julian you are my favourite person. I love you so much. You’re the sweetest, kindest, funniest, most loveable person ever and I can’t imagine life without you in it. Every time we talk you never fail to make me laugh and I’m grateful for you every day. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year. I hope you enjoy this little snippet of Julian Owens and George’s Christmas adventure 🩷

The snow crunched under Julian’s jump boots as he followed the ice-covered, cobbled path to Jess’ front door. Aldbourne had been covered in a blanket of white and he’d slipped his way along the roads, aimlessly switching between the pavement and the road. He was thankful there wasn’t too much traffic through the town. The cold had seeped into his bones and the brisk easterly wind had yet to subside. His hand wrapped against the wooden door followed by a muffled, “It’s open.”

Julian stepped in, brushing the snow from his boots before stepping into the kitchen. The smell of bread cooking wafted through the air and he could feel his mouth beginning to water.

“Jess, where are you?” Julian followed the noise of Jess’ humming until he found her hanging a garland over the fireplace.

“Wow, it’s like a Christmas grotto in here,” Julian jested and squeaked when a pillow came into contact with his face.

“Now Cherie, no foul play,” Eugene's strong southern accent caught Julian off guard and he spun on his heels to face him. Eugene was dressed in his brown dress trousers and a white vest, his hair was messy and he still looked half asleep as he took a sip from his cup of what Julian assumed was coffee.

“You slept with him,” Julian squeaked, shooting Jess a shocked look that screamed with unanswered questions.

“What?

“No!”

The pair spoke at the same time and Julian whipped his head back and forth between them.

“No Julian. Eugene and I went to the Christmas dance last night, remember? It was late when we got back and we just got talking so I said he could stay. He slept on the sofa like a true gentleman.”

Eugene’s cheeks turned pink and he bowed his head in embarrassment at the situation.

“So you two didn’t…” Julian trailed off, squinting suspiciously at his friend.

“No Julian we didn’t.”

Eugene cleared his throat beside them, having gathered the rest of his uniform off the sofa and was waiting in the doorway. “I should go, Ma Cherie. Who knows what they’ll ‘ave got up to in one evening without me on base. I’ll ‘ave to patch up half of the company.” Eugene leant forward and pressed a delicate kiss to Jess’ cheek.

“Must you go already? Will I see you later?” Jess whined, looking up at the medic.

“Of course,” Eugene reassured her as Julian interrupted.

“Well actually Bill only got into one fight, Babe accidentally stabbed himself in the hand with a dart and Hoobler is dying from his hangover but overall we all made it back alive. In Easy Company’s standards I’d call that a success,” Julian grinned triumphantly but Eugene just rolled his eyes.

“See what I ‘ace to put up with?”

“I do, Love. Good luck,” Jess placed a kiss on Eugene's cheek and watched as he disappeared into the snowy landscape.

“Well I never. Could have caught you in the act.”

“Will you stop that, Julian,” Jess laughed. “Eugene’s not like that.”

“No, I know that. You’re in safe hands with him. I never have to worry about you.”

Jess smiled at her friend, hanging up the last of the garland. “So what brings you over? I thought we were meeting at the Crown tonight with Josie.”

“We are. I just… I have some news,” Julian scratched the back of his neck nervously. Sensing his apprehension, Jess guided him to the sofa and pulled him into a hug.

“You know you can tell me anything right? Anything at all.”

“George kissed me,” Julian blurted out. “We had too much to drink and he kissed me, and this morning he woke up in my arms and realised and then panicked. He hasn’t spoken to me since,” Julian reeled off nearly in one breath before burying his head in a nearby pillow. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh Jules, I’m sorry. I’m sure he didn’t mean to act that way. I’ve seen the way you look at each other. I’m sure he’s as surprised as you are,” Jess tried to reason with him. “Maybe he’s never kissed a man before.”

“Maybe not I guess. I suppose I did sort of have a meltdown after my first kiss,” Julian whined. “I’m just scared I’ll mess everything up.”

Julian buried his head once more but felt some sense of relief when Jess began carding her fingers through his red locks.

“Trust me. You two are going to be just fine.”

Josie reached forward, pushing away Jess’ collar to reveal a small line of circular bruises along her collarbone.

“Jess, what in God’s name is that?” Jess launched herself out of the chair, smacking her neck with her hand.

“What is it? Is there a spider on me?” She squeaked, her irrational fear of spiders from when she was young still present in her adult life.

“No, those bruises. What happened?” Josie questioned, cocking a dark eyebrow at her friend. Jess’ cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson, her eyes avoiding Josie’s as she took her seat once more.

“Oh, it’s nothing… I just knocked myself.”

“You knocked yourself four times in a perfect circular line?” Josie didn’t believe her friend but also couldn’t quite work out why she was lying.

Too engrossed in what Jess was hiding, neither of them noticed Julian’s arrival until he took a seat between them, sniggering loudly and pointing at Jess’ beck.

“No way! I never knew Eugene had it in him!” Julian exclaimed, pulling Jess’ collar further back to reveal the love bites that Eugene had so lovingly placed along her collarbone the night before.

“Julian! Please stop?” Jess exclaimed, pulling her collar up and doing up the top button, embarrassment etched on her pale face.

“Oh no, that’s not what I think it is, is it?” Josie suddenly twigged, her eyes growing wide at the realisation.

“You and Eugene… you know?”

Julian chuckled as Jess tried to hide her face from her friends as their jests continued.

“No, we didn’t. It was just kissing. Eugene is…”

“A gentleman. We know,” her friends said in unison.

“Just wait until I see Eugene later, I’ll give him hell.”

Jess shot him a warning look but both knew Eugene wouldn’t say anything, he’d be too embarrassed himself to tell Julian what happened, and deep down Julian was pleased for both of them. Josie on the other hand was still in complete shock.

“Since when have you two been that close?” Josie demanded, seemingly a little hurt that she was the last to find out.

“We’ve been close for a while,” Jess admitted. “But you’ve been so caught up with Lieutenant Nixon and your newfound love, you didn’t notice. I’m spending more and more time with Eugene on weekends. Just a few weekends ago we went to London together.”

It was now Josie’s turn to look sheepish. She had to admit her mind had been preoccupied recently but she thought she would have noticed the growing love between her best female friend and Easy Company’s loveable medic.

“Well, I’m very pleased for you. He seems like one of the good ones.”

“He is,” Jess smiled, but the joy was short-lived when her mouth shot open and a silent gasp escaped. She hastily grabbed Josie’s hand insisting that they go and talk to Kate the barmaid. Julian was left alone and confused, until he noticed a familiar brown-headed figure approaching him with an awkward smile on his lips.

“Is this seat taken?” George asked, running his fingers over the wooden back.

“Yes! No… I mean no, no one is using it so you can take the chair,” Julian stuttered, his leg tapping up and down underneath the table.

“Well, I was kind of hoping I could sit here with you but I understand if you don’t want me to,” George replied sheepishly and Julian didn’t think he’d ever seen George look so deflated.

“No, you can sit with me, please,” Julian gestured and George’s face lit up as he took the seat.

“I umm… I wanted to apologise for this morning. I just freaked out and I ran and I’m not proud of it,” George looked down at his hands, picking aimlessly at his fingernails. “I’m real sorry, Julian.”

“It’s okay. I understand why you ran… it’s not normal is it.”

“Hey, no don’t start putting yourself down and who cares if people think it’s normal? Julian, I can’t deny my… feelings anymore. I like you and I don’t exactly know why I feel like that but I really like you,” George admitted, his eyes glazed and tearful and Julian reached out, grabbing hold of George’s hand under the table.

“I really like you too, George,” Julian squeezed his hand and George grinned back at him.

“Well, I’m glad you like me too because otherwise, that would have been awkward.”

Julian felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Jess and Josie standing behind him.

“All right?” Jess mouthed as the girls took their seats. Julian grinned in return.

Not long after Lieutenant Nixon and Eugene Roe joined them at the table and the party was in full swing. Drinks were passed around, Nixon with his love of alcohol was already slightly tipsy so more than a few rounds were on him. By the end of the evening, everyone was jovial, slightly drunk and their eyes watering from laughter. No

Julian and George decided to head back to their billets, taking the long way back and wandering down the dark, country lanes holding hands. There was no fear of anyone seeing them out here.

“You know, I could get used to this,” George smiled up at Julian, a wide toothy grin as his brown eyes shone in the moonlight.

“Me too,” Julian smiled sadly because the reality was they never would be able to get used to this, walking hand in hand in public but for now, in this small tranquil part of the world at least they could pretend.

“Well at least for tonight I can have you and if I can steal even the smallest moments by your side then I’m a happy man,” George admitted, his arm wrapping around Julian’s back so he could hold him closer. Julian didn’t really believe in perfect moments until he met George Luz but then again maybe the moments weren’t perfect, maybe it was George that was.

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battlecrazed-axe-mage · 5 months

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First NA server 8p Baldesion Arsenal clear!

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cazadoradehonguitos · 3 months

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Qué belleza😍

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What have you experienced since realizing THAT? 💘

Well, everything since everything is THAT (me) but things that i changed by realizing i am that is weight, better skin, better way of seeing life (since i don't take life too seriously rn, everything seems exciting) etc

(still, AV is not a materialization based practice. Nothing will bring you the happines that being yourself will 🩷)

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centralperkchenford · 7 months

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Since Halloween is almost here can you do Ava’s first Halloween and Lucy and Tim trying to decide on what custom for her

Ava’s first Halloween

I hope you enjoy this one!! 🩷

Since Halloween is almost here can you do Ava’s first Halloween and Lucy and Tim trying to decide on what costume for her

“Luce she is nine months old.” Tim says as he watches his wife scan all the baby costumes. “She’s not going to know the difference if we dressed her up or not.” Tim adjusts Ava on his hips as she reaches out with her little hands for something on the shelf.

“It’s her first Halloween.” Lucy says glancing at Tim over her shoulder. “I want to document it.” Tim sighs but follows Lucy down the aisle. He still didn’t understand why this was a big deal, it’s not like Ava could have any candy or trick or treat. But he knows it’s important to Lucy, and he knows it makes her happy and that’s all that matters to him.

Lucy holds up a tiny Tinker Bell costume. “We could be Wendy and Peter Pan.” She says holding it up to Ava who just giggles.

“Wait..” Tim says slowly. “What do you mean we? I thought this was just for Ava?”

Lucy rolls her eyes at him. “We are obviously dressing up too Tim. Ava can’t be the only one that looks cute.”

Tim opens his mouth and then shuts it and he’s not really sure what to say. “What do you think Aves?” Lucy asks her. “Do you wanna be Tinker Bell? And daddy can be Captain Hook since he’s so grumpy?” Ava just gives her a gummy smile and giggles loudly and then claps her hands.

“Hey I am not grumpy!” Tim says. “And I would make a good looking Captain Hook.” Lucy laughs and puts the Tinker Bell costume back.

“Can’t argue with you there.” She says. “This is a maybe.”

Tim sighs quietly. This was going to be a long shopping trip.

Lucy picks up about three more costumes and holds them up to Ava who tries to grab two of them and spits up on the other.

“Lucy, the Tinker Bell one was good.” Tim says and Lucy looks over at him. “Can we pick one and go?”

Lucy frowns at him. “Tim, I know she won’t remember this but we will. And I want it to be special.” She says. Tim sighs and switches Ava to his other side.

“Lucy, it’s just Halloween. We are just going to be at home and—” He stops when he sees the look on Lucy’s face and steps back swallowing hard.

“Fine.” She snaps. “You have been an asshole about this the whole entire time. We don’t have to dress up.” She puts down the costume she was holding and takes Ava from Tim and walks off leaving Tim in the aisle full of tiny baby costumes.

***

Lucy doesn’t talk to Tim all the way home and he knows he needs to fix this. He doesn’t know why he was making a big deal about this. It was Ava’s first Halloween and maybe Lucy was right they did need to make it special for her. For them.

And being a parent meant doing things you wouldn’t necessarily do.

Tim finds Lucy in Ava’s room, rocking her to sleep. She looks up when he comes in and then looks back down at Ava kissing her on the top of her head before getting up to put her in her crib.

Tim goes over to the crib and gives her a small kiss before leading Lucy out.

“Lucy,” He starts. “I’m sorry.” She looks up at him and smiles softly.

“I know it’s silly Tim. I just want her to look back and see she had a good childhood from the start. I- we never got this and I want her to know we did everything for her. Even silly Halloween costumes. I want her to know how loved she is.” She says quietly and then she looks down at her hands.

Tim steps closer and lifts her head up. “Ava will never feel anything but love from us. You are not your parents Lucy. We are going to give her hopefully the best childhood ever. And I am sorry for being a asshole about it. I know this is special to you.” He says. She steps closer to him and even after all these years just her being close to him gives him butterflies.

“I love you.” She says. “Even when you are a grumpy ass.” Tim laughs and bends down to kiss her.

“I love you too.” He says. “Even when you are going to make me dress up as a weird cartoon character.”

“Mmm.” She says. “You would make one sexy Captain Hook though.”

Tim huffs out a laugh and kisses her knowing this is only the first of many family costumes. And he is starting to realize he is okay with that.

***

Tim goes back to the store and buys the costumes after work the next day. He gets home before Lucy so he puts Ava in her costume to surprise her. And she looks so cute, that Tim is almost goo on the floor.

Tim greets her at the door, holding Ava in one arm. He hears the locks unlock and Ava squeals when she sees Lucy step through the door.

“Hi—oh my god.” She says when she sees Ava. “Aren’t you the cutest little Tinker Bell.” Ava holds her arms out for Lucy and she takes her from Tim giving her a kiss on the head.

“You are amazing.” She tells Tim reaching up to give her a kiss. “But what about your costume?”

Tim shakes his head a smug look on his face. “You don’t get to see that until Halloween.” He says. Lucy laughs as she bounces Ava and she looks so happy, Tim know this is something he’s going to remember for a long time.

***

On Halloween, Lucy gets Ava ready as Tim watches her. She peers around the corner.

“You have to get ready too mister.” She says and then looks at Ava. “Right Aves. Daddy needs to put on his costume.” Ava giggles a little bit and Tim let’s put a breath before going to put it on.

He winces when he sees himself, the hat really making him look ridiculous.

“Babe!” Lucy calls. “Angela and Wesley— oh my god.” She covers her mouth with her hand and he glowers at her. She laughs as she walks up to him and kisses him he bends forward to pull her closer making the hat fall on the ground.

“You look great Captain Hook.” She says. He rolls his eyes at her. He felt ridiculous but the things you do for love.

Lucy gets dressed next and she is wearing a blue dress and a blue bow in her hair. And it’s not fair that she has a decent costume.

“You make a great Wendy.” He tells her as he takes her hand and spins her around.

Lucy smiles at him and leans up to kiss him. “And you make a very sexy Captain Hook.” She whispers in his ear. He smiles as he picks up Ava and holds out his hand for Lucy.

“Shall we?” He says and she takes it as they walk downstairs to meet Angela, Wesley and their kids.

And Tim might feel ridiculous but really there is no place he rather be than with his wife and daughter.

Even if Angela bursts out laughing every time she looks at him. It’s worth it.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered #Ava Bradford-OC

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