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rafeandonlyrafe · 26 days

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sanctuary

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warnings: scary movie, small mention of sex (actually to say nothing sexual lol), first kiss <3, soft!rafe

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you curse quietly, trying to find some way to get out of the situation. “how about the hunger games?” you interject into the conversation, kelces new girlfriend tessa shaking her head no.

“if we watch one, then we'd have to watch catching fire, then…” she trails off. “i think we all agree on hereditary.”

you simply swallow hard. you don't want to admit how much you truly hate horror movies, especially when the room is filled with your friends and their boyfriends.

you take a seat on the couch, schooching yourself as far away as possible. maybe you'll fake being asleep to get out of having to watch the scenes unfold.

you pretend to be very interested in the thread on your pants as the opening credits begin, blinking up when the spot on the cushion next to you is taken.

rafe gives you a soft smile. out of everyone in the room, he's the one you know the least, despite the movie night taking place in tanneyhill. he's friends with all your friends, but you've never made a point to hang out with him, mostly due to the crush practically every girl has on him, his charm and good looks not making you immune either.

“hey.” you say softly, smiling at him, noting that there's various other seats open, but rafe chose next to you.

“are you sleeping over?” rafe asks. a majority of the group planned to disperse among the many tanneyhill bedrooms, as the following day rafe is throwing a party, with the rest of his family being out of town, theres no reason not to take up residence inside on of the mansions many rooms.

“um, if there's an open bed.” you shrug. you drove yourself so you had the choice to go home at any moment, just in case you needed to back out.

“ill make sure there is one for you.” rafe whispers as the movie starts. you nod and give him an appreciative smile as his eyes turn towards the screen.

the opening of the movie is slow, building up to the scarier parts. you pull your knees in to your chest, trying to watch out of only one eye as the scenes get creepier and creepier.

you jump at the first scare, along with some other people but your reaction gets noticed by rafe, who places a hand on your shoulder. it almost makes you jump as much as the movie does.

“you okay?” he asks, moving closer to you.

“not a big scary movie fan.” you admit, looking rafe in the eye to avoid looking at the screen.

“oh.” rafe smiles slightly, hand going from your shoulder to wrap around you, pulling you into him in an unexpected move.

“you're not gonna make fun of me?” you question, the words slipping from your tongue before you can think out of sheer surprise.

“of course not.” rafe says, hand squeezing gently, comfortingly. “just… hide against me for the scary scenes.”

you manage to make it through the movie ducking your head against rafe, pressing your squeezed shut eyes into his chest, eventually relaxing into his grip, cuddled together on the couch as the movie finishes. his presence next to you keeps you from freaking out at the scary scenes, his strong arms never wavering from their place wrapped around you, even when popcorn is brought out and drinks are passed around.

“thank god.” you mumble when the lights get switched back on. rafe chuckles lightly, pulling you closer once more before letting you sit up with a stretch.

the couples rush quickly to their rooms, leaving a few stragglers to pick off the remaining bedrooms.

“i might just go home, rafe…” you look around tanneyhill, it's mostly dark, a majority of the lights shut off, giving the historic house a scary feel.

“ill drive you home if you want to, but if you don't want to sleep alone, my bed is open.” he says it so casually you're worried you misheard him.

“huh?”

“nothing sexual.” he shakes his head. “just sharing a bed. ill even keep a nightlight on for you.”

“really?” you giggle. you only want to go home so you don't have to be in total darkness.

“yeah.” rafe places a hand on your upper back, guiding you towards his room. there's already a light on, but he clicks an extra lamp on, illuminating the room even further.

“thanks.” you mumble. “for during the movie and for this.”

“it's my pleasure.” rafe smiles, climbing into bed, everyone having changed into their pajamas before the movie. he flips the covers back, gesturing for you to slide under them.

you keep yourself towards the edge of the bed, not wanting to invade rafes space when he's already done so much for you.

“oh come on, get over here.” rafe opens his arms up, and you smile, shuffling over to place your head on his chest, legs tangling together. the steady beat of his heart relaxes your own as you place a hand on his torso, holding back your gasp when you realize how prominently you can feel his muscles through the fabric of his shirt.

rafe kisses the top of your head. it's sweet, so different from what you're used from him. you pick your head up to look into his blue eyes.

“thank you.”

rafe leans down, pressing your lips together in a soft kiss. “i mean what i said.” rafe gives them another peck. “nothing sexual tonight. but if after the party when you've had some time to think about it…”

you nod enthusiastically, a smile on both of your faces. “im sure ill find myself in your bed tomorrow night as well.”

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weirdthinkingdragon · 4 months

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Yandere Nagas

Their gender(s) are up to you. Yandere nagas x gn reader

Idea I might think more on later

Several yandere nagas you take care of that are in a type of zoo. They’re abnormal in that they’re not the typical rumored antisocial kind. They have a more human-like nature added to their personalities, making them rather sociable. However, they’re such a rare and unique creature, that they’ve been put in the zoo for show. It’s actually for their safety. Many others that were found in the wild were either illegally hunted and killed or died by the harsh climates their body just couldn’t tolerate.

At the zoo upon their first meeting with each other, they had separate caves in the enclosure. There are no windows or cameras for them to have their privacy if they wanted, but it wasn’t needed. They all shared so the cave was remodeled to be one big cave.

They’re incredibly intelligent and picked up on human language very quickly. They were taught by the previous “caretaker” of them, but they sensed some malice within that person. They killed him when he brought in a gun one night and tried to shoot them. After that, the new “caretakers” were thoroughly run through to make sure there was no illegal hunting background. They found the old one was found of poaching a tiger and skinning it, then brung it back to his house in a different country.

After that, you started, and they were all drawn to you instantly. You hate to admit it, but you were fascinated by them. You always wanted a pet snake and love the feel of their scales. You just didn’t have the money at the moment to properly take care of one.

Their love for you grew all the more when you noticed one of them acting a little different and figured out fast they had some sort of illness that wasn’t contagious to humans. They were separated for a while for treatment, and you made sure to visit them frequently as to not let them get lonely.

The end of their tail started to latch onto your bare ankle whenever you were nearby cleaning their sterile enclosure. You didn’t mind it and accidentally let it slip you like their scale’s texture.

They took that as the go-ahead and latched on more. It got worse when the sick one went back to being with the others since they all wanted in on it. At least they’re careful and make sure you never fall and hit the ground.

One thing is they don’t know personal space so it becomes more and more common to be wrapped in one or more of their tails one way or another.

It gets worse when the days start getting colder. They have their heated cave, but it just isn’t enough in their opinions. They want you in the cuddle pile.

One day it’s a record-breaking cold that slips through the glass even with the zoo’s best efforts. It was late at night and you were finishing up searching for any holes to temporarily fill with foam to easily find and be fixed later.

One distracts you while another trips you. A third quickly coils around you and a fourth does the same, also covering your mouth as they drag you into the rather dark cave. Only a very dim light in the ceiling making you just barely able to see their traits. The temperature difference is rather great.

The other two quickly follow in and quickly find a place around your body to coil as well.

You’re piled and stuck in a knot with the nagas wrapping and coiling snugly around you. Their heads, torsos, and tails all going together to not leave any uncovered skin besides your face and hands.

The nagas all fully agree they do not want to let you go, and will find any way possible to make sure you can do this again. Maybe they can talk the zoo owners to allowing it and making you stay~

Struggling is absolutely fruitless with all the solid muscle around your body. Even if you managed to escape, there are four compared to just one of you.

… well, at least they’re smart enough to not coil tight enough to cut off your oxygen. Almost though.

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ellecdc · 12 days

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heyy Elle, could you please write poly!moonchaser × reader where Remus is hurting physically because of the full moon (either before and after) and reader and James take care of him and comfort him

our sweet moonchaser <333 thanks for your request lovie

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!moonchaser x fem!reader who checks in on them after the moon

This was silly; what were you so afraid of?

Okay, perhaps afraid wasn’t the right word, but the way your hands were sweating and your heart was racing (and your thoughts were spiralling) would suggest otherwise.

You had been with Remus and James for about two months before Remus finally shared his secret with you.

You couldn’t deny that you had a hunch - you’d been friends with the boys for a few years now and were aware that Remus has some kind of affliction that caused him issues approximately once a month that James and the other two Marauders seemed to help him with. That, along with the fact that you were very good at astronomy and tracking moon cycles (which was also very useful in Herbology), it didn’t come as a complete surprise when he admitted to you that he was a werewolf.

You were glad he had told you, and though he had given you the chance then to ask him any questions you may have had, you only told him you were glad he trusted you.

Now, though? Now you wished you had asked more questions.

Like what the hell were you supposed to do after full moons now?

Before he had told you, he would fall ill for about three days around the end of the moon cycle, and though you would see James in class the day after, he would scurry back to his room citing that he didn’t want you to get sick and was going to go check in on Remus.

And that had been fine.

Because like you said, you had a hunch.

But now…

Now that you knew, it seemed rude not to check in on him, right?

It would be rude to wait around for your afflicted boyfriend to come and find you after going through relative hell and back, wouldn’t it?

So…you braved yourself to check in on the boys in the infirmary.

Except Madame Pomfrey had informed you that Remus had been allowed to return to his dorm to rest.

And then you nearly lost your nerve again.

Get it together. You scolded yourself. Those boys would likely love a visit.

And even if they weren’t up for a visit, you had brought some chocolate for Rem; perhaps you could leave them with Sirius or Peter.

You crawled through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room to an unusually (and frankly disturbingly) quiet sight.

Sirius was lounging sloppily on the three-seater sofa with a book in his hands as Peter sat on a cushion by the fire playing a game of exploding snap with Marlene.

“Hey Sirius.” You said quietly as you approached the long-haired boy. He looked up at your voice and his surprised expression turned into a salacious one.

“Hello there gorgeous, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Peter snorted, though he never moved his attention from his game. “You’re lucky Prongs and Moony aren’t down here; you’d have been walloped good for hitting on their girl.”

Sirius scoffed in faux derision. “That’s what they get for kicking me out of my own dorm, Wormy.”

You felt your face blanche at the fact that even Sirius wasn’t allowed upstairs. What would make you any different?

Stupid girl.

“Come to see your boys?” Sirius continued, unawares of your inner turmoil.

“Erm,” You started awkwardly, looking down at the silly box of Honeydukes chocolates in your hand. “I just came to drop this off; maybe you can give it to Rem for me?”

Sirius’ teasing expression softened when he looked down at the box you were holding out to him.

“Sorry doll. Like I said, I’ve been banished. You’d have better luck delivering them yourself.”

You tried (and failed) to hide your grimace as you looked towards the stairs to the boys dorm. “I wouldn’t want to bother them.” You admitted shyly.

“You misunderstand, L/N.” Marlene commented. “He’s a bother.” She explained, pointing a manicured finger accusatively as Sirius. “They’d probably cream their pants if you walked in right now.”

“Ew.” You, Peter, and Sirius chorused.

“She’s right though.” Peter agreed, grimacing at Marlene for her rather uncouth comment before turning to look at you. “Pad’s is the only one who was thoroughly banished from the room; I’m only down here because I didn’t feel like third-wheeling.”

“Yeah, I wonder why he was banished.” Marlene muttered sarcastically as she returned to their card game.

“Why were you banished?” You queried, causing Sirius to roll his eyes.

“They accused me of being a menace.” He drawled; the end of his sentence punctuated by a small explosion on the opposite side of the common room which covered a few third year Gryffindor’s in a fluorescent blue powder.

Sirius - gods love him - didn’t even flinch as he held your eye contact “I never said the accusations were unfounded.”

“Go on; check on your lover boys.” Marlene encouraged, shooting you a wink.

You took in a shaky breath and offered them all a smile before making your way upstairs.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, you knocked gently on the door alerting the boys to your presence before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

You could make out two forms curled up on Remus’ bed. James’ back was turned towards you as his slightly wider frame curled protectively around Remus’.

James turned to look over his shoulder at the disruption with an expression far more stern than you think you’ve ever seen on him, but it softened astronomically when he realised who had entered.

“Hi there!” He whispered brightly, causing Remus to stir. “I was just about to tell Pads to get fucked; this is a nice surprise.” He said as he extricated himself from Remus’ bed and began to make for you.

“Who is it?” Remus’ voice could be heard muffled through the blankets he was holding over his head.

“It’s your dovey, Moons.” James said as he pulled you into his chest and pressed a kiss into your hair.

Remus sat up - likely too quickly in his current state - to see for himself.

“Hi lovie.” He whispered in awe; as if seeing you was some miraculous feat.

“Hi Rem. I’m sorry to bug you, I just wanted to-”

“No!” Both boys interrupted you, causing James to laugh.

“No, you’re no bother; of course not. Com’ere.” He said as he threw his legs over the side of the bed and opened his arms as an invitation for you.

Not needing to be told twice, you accepted his embrace and he pulled you into his lap.

“I won’t stay long.” You whispered up at him as James joined him beside the bed to look down at you.

“Please do.” He whispered back. He looked okay, if not extremely tired; he didn’t seem to have any new scars from what you could see, and he was clearly in good enough spirits to entertain you.

“He’s likely getting tired of spending time with just me.” James explained solemnly.

“He’s a coddler.”

“Are you really?” You asked James.

James rolled his eyes and shook his head good-naturedly. “Listen, once a month I get to fuss over this sweet man; you best believe I take full advantage.”

You hummed in understanding and looked back at Remus. “You’re always so busy taking care of everyone else; it makes sense you wouldn’t know what to do when someone returns the favour.” You explained, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt.

“Is that why you’re here, Angel?” James said as he tickled your neck teasingly. “You here to take care of him?”

You pushed his hand away and handed Remus the box of chocolates. “I was just bringing you chocolate.”

Remus looked as though you had just handed him a key to the city and not a measly box of chocolates.

“Thank you dovey.” He said earnestly as he pressed a gentle yet lingering kiss to your lips.

You broke apart at the sound of James snorting.

“‘Just bringing him chocolate’ she says. You’ll be lucky if you see the outside of this dorm room in the foreseeable future.” He proclaimed as he picked you up bridal style out of Remus’ lap eliciting a squeal from your lips and he fell backwards onto the bed, situating the two of you there as Remus shifted back into the bed and curled himself around you.

“Your new job every month is cuddles from now on, ‘kay?” Remus whispered into your ear as James pulled the blankets up around the three of you. You couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh through your nose as you nuzzled further into him.

“Sounds good to me.” You agreed readily, accepting another kiss from James as he settled beside you.

You’d take away Remus’ pain in a heartbeat if you could, but if this was all you could do for him instead, well…there were certainly worse ways to spend your time.

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velaryon-seahores · 6 months

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Eclipsed Love Part IV

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!reader ( modern au )

synopsis : You and Aemond shared a romantic bond during your high school years. However, your relationship took a turn when an unexpected pregnancy altered the dynamics. Aemond, driven by aspirations of pursuing a career in medicine, struggled to reconcile his dreams with the newfound responsibilities. Meanwhile, the financial constraints and fear of revealing the situation to your strict parents left you without options, making abortion unattainable. When Aemond chose to end the relationship, you made the difficult decision to vanish, seeking a fresh start. Years later, your son fell seriously ill, necessitating medical attention. The twist in the tale was that the doctor who held the key to your son's recovery happened to be none other than his biological father, Aemond.

Warning : Angst, hurt/comfort, flashbacks to having sex

Word count : 5.5k

A/n : Soo sorry for the long delay! Hope this chapter was worth the wait. Likes comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ❤️!

Soldiers are commonly depicted as symbols of both mental and physical strength. When people seek to convey strength, they frequently draw a comparison to a soldier. Yet, in Lucerys' contemplations, he believed soldiers should not be the symbols of strength; rather, it should be mothers.

He observed you with a heavy heart, as weariness etched across your face, your eyes carrying the weight of countless tears shed in silence last night. The energy to tend to your own basic needs had abandoned you; you simply lay on his bed, suppressing your sobs to avoid disturbing him and Qoren. Yet when Lucerys confessed his own fatigue, you cradled him as if you'd just brought him into this world, gently placing him on the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth, tending to him as if he were a toddler learning life's simplest tasks.

In Lucerys' violet gaze, you were the epitome of strength, the most resilient soul he'd ever known. You had carried the burden of so much, pushing your own pain aside to be there for him. Who could do such a thing? Certainly not him; in your place, he might have neglected his own children, focusing solely on his own mental well-being. Oddly enough, that's precisely what he wanted for you now – to focus on yourself.

And yet, here you were, tending to him even though he hadn't asked for it. His intended destination was Qoren's side, but when you asked, he couldn't refuse your unspoken plea.

Seeing you in such agony tore at his heart; he couldn't bear to witness his mother in pain. Your suffering felt like his own, and he couldn't help but wonder that maybe, just maybe, it was somehow his fault.

If only he had not collapsed that day and if only his his heart hadn't betrayed him, you wouldn’t have to face his jerk of a father. You wouldn’t have to fear the possibility of him leaving you alone and sleeping forever. Perhaps you'd be comfortably settled on the couch, surrounded by your writings, ready to share them with him later when they were finished. Or maybe you'd be planning a surprise trip to the water park, just as you did after every single one of his birthdays as an extra surprise, but he had shattered those possibilities, forcing you to confront someone you never wanted to see and think that you might have to lose him.

Pushing your hands away from his mouth, he spat in the sink, his eyes meeting yours, and in that moment, he wrapped you in a sudden, tight embrace.

As he suddenly embraced you, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around your neck, his lips pressing softly against your cheek, you found yourself not bewildered by the sudden affection, but rather perplexed by his next words. "When I grow up and become an astronaut, the first thing I will do is take you to Neptune," he declared with a mixture of earnest determination and childlike innocence.

Your brows furrowed as you gently drew back, setting down the toothbrush with a clink on the sink. Cupping his pale face in your hands, you gazed at him, the weariness in your voice baring the raw edges of your emotion, your throat strained and sore from the relentless tears. "Why is that?" you managed to inquire.

So no one can harm you," he explained, his voice tinged with a conviction that belied his tender years. "Neptune is far away from the earth, and I know your feelings will be protected. It's cold, yes, and I know you hate the cold, but I will build a heating system for you, so no need to worry about that."

His words struck a chord within you, causing your eyes to well up with tears. You leaned forward, your forehead gently meeting his, your noses brushing together like a tender echo from the past when he was just a few months old. You were lost for words, overwhelmed by the depth of love and care emanating from your young son.

It wasn't his duty to protect you. It was your duty to shield him from the cruelties of the world. Your ten-year-old boy shouldn't be burdened with the weight of safeguarding his mother's heart.

"And leave me alone there?" you managed to whisper, your gaze soft but pained as you peered at him through damp lashes.

"It depends," he responded.

"On what?" you asked, while stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

"Do I hurt you? Because if I do, then I will not come with you. That will defy the point of why I will take you there in the first place," he explained with a wisdom that seemed too mature for his years.

"Never," you whispered, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you affirmed your unwavering trust in him. Lucerys himself never inflicted any pain upon you; it was the mere resemblance to a man you once loved with all your heart that caused you such anguish and the fact that despite your best efforts in raising him, he turned out to be a mini Aemond not mini you.

Lucerys nodded, withdrawing from your embrace to turn on the faucet. You assumed he was just washing his mouth, but to your surprise, he wetted his small hands and then turned to you, gently cleaning your face.

You let out a low chuckle, stepping back slightly. "What are you doing?" you inquired.

But Lucerys didn't join in your laughter. His expression was one of genuine concern as he looked at you. "You always look after me; you don't have any breaks. Let me take care of you this time. You're tired as well, I can see it, Mum."

"It's not your job, Luke!" you protested, your voice tinged with a mixture of love and exasperation.

"It's going to be," he shrugged with a determined glint in his eye. "When you're old and grey and wearing adult diapers all the time because you can't control yourself anymore, might as well let me practice!" He wiggled his brows playfully, attempting to coax a smile from you.

For some reason, you acquiesced, stepping back and allowing him to gently clean your face, just as he had done minutes earlier. Perhaps it was because you had always longed for someone to care for you, or perhaps it was the little girl inside you who hadn't received enough motherly care, and so she allowed her son to play that role, a role she'd had to take on at a young age.

Lucerys cleaned your face tenderly, and as he did, tears once again began to flow. Lucerys brushed them away and kissed every tear. You chuckled sadly because this was precisely what father used to do when you cried; he would kiss your tears away.

Lucerys extended his hand, motioning for you to part your lips. As if you were a toddler who couldn't understand words, and he carefully brushed your teeth.

After he had finished tending to you, you gently scooped him up into your arms and carried him to the comforting embrace of the bed, gently placing him on it.

"I love you, Mum. You are the best." Lucerys said with a warm comforting smile.

His words echoed in your heart as you looked at him, your eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—gratitude, love, and a profound sadness that this young boy felt compelled to fill the void left by a man who had once promised the same but had failed you so miserably. Your voice was soft, "I love you too, Luke."

You reached for his iPad, placed on the table, and handed it over to him before heading toward the closet to fetch some fresh clothes for your much-needed, hot, and relaxing shower. However, a knock on the door interrupted your plans.

"Qoren?" Lucerys exclaimed with enthusiasm, thinking that Qoren had returned from the meeting concerning the lawsuit against him filed by the hospital for attacking Aemond.

"No, my love, Qoren doesn't knock," you pointed out.

"Yeah, that's right, totally forgot," he pouted before putting on his space-themed headphones and immersing himself in a YouTube video, likely something related to obscure Star Wars facts.

You closed the closet door, adjusted your hair, and pulled your robe tighter around you. As you reached for the doorknob and opened it, a sight you thought you'd never see again greeted you. Your best friend, or rather your ex-best friend, Helaena, stood before the door, nervously holding her olive-green butterfly-printed skirt and biting her lips.

"Helaena..." you breathed out in disbelief, your eyes widening. A strangled cry escaped her lips as she launched forward and embraced you tightly. You didn't know what to do, so you hesitantly hugged her back.

Tears streamed down Helaena's cheeks as she choked out her question, "Why did you leave me?" Her sobs echoed with the weight of a decade's worth of confusion, hurt, and longing.

You were her only best friend. From the moment you met in kindergarten, your lives had been entwined like vines, inseparable and intertwined in countless ways. You played together on the swings, studied side by side in the classroom, went shopping, and even slept over at each other's houses more often than your own. The two of you had made vows to be lifelong friends, from college to sharing the same dorm room, and eventually, moving into the same apartment after graduation. The two of you had pledged to live out your lives together, just as you had promised one another when you were in the third grade. And in your future, your children were meant to grow up together, forming the same kind of deep bond that you and Helaena had.

But here she was, betrayed by you leaving her for something she had nothing to do with. And here you were, feeling too awkward to hug her back.

She stepped away, and as she distanced herself from you, you saw the raw hurt in her eyes. The pain and betrayal were etched deep within, and it was clear that her heart was still entangled in the web of emotions that had been severed ten years ago. She waited, her heart aching, for answers she had yearned for all this time, answers that had left her with a perpetual sense of abandonment.

You couldn't find the words to explain the unexplainable, the tangled mess of emotions that had driven you to disappear from her life. How could you answer the question she had carried with her for a decade? How could you say, “Sorry, I didn't tell you I was pregnant with your brother's child and needed help aborting it because you're Aemond's sister, and I was so mad and hurt by him that I wanted nothing to do with either of you anymore"?

Helaena, however, refused to accept silence as an answer. "You owe me an answer," she declared, her voice trembling with frustration. Her lips quivered, and her brows furrowed in heartbreak. She fiercely wiped away her tears and held onto the fabric of her skirt, her anguish laid bare for you to see.

You couldn't bear to add more pain to her already wounded heart, so you stepped back and shook your head, a solemn refusal. "I don't owe anyone an explanation."

"No, you don't owe Aemond an explanation, you don't owe your parents an explanation, but you owe me!" Helaena's frustration escalated. "I didn't do anything to you. I didn't hurt you, I didn't get you pregnant and left you. I wasn't even at school that day. I was getting my wisdom tooth removed! When I returned home and woke up, I saw Aemond crying, telling me you left! You owe me an answer, Y/N," she cried out, her voice a desperate plea, and her heartbreak echoed through the hallway “ You owe me! “

Trapped within your own emotions, you couldn't help but question why your past was haunting you at this particular moment, a time already fraught with emotional turmoil.

"I don't have an answer," you confessed, your voice heavy with unresolved pain. You clutched your robe tighter, your eyes welling up with tears for the umpteenth time in the last two days. Your gaze shifted away from Helaena, avoiding not only her but also the nurses and doctors who passed by, their curious gazes adding to the mounting pressure.

However, you underestimated Helaena's understanding of you. She knew you better than you knew yourself, and the evasion in your voice only hinted that an answer lay beneath the surface, unspoken, but perhaps too overwhelming to share. You had just confronted your ex-boyfriend a day ago, a man who had caused you profound hurt, and now you were facing Helaena, your hopefully still-best friend, while knowing that you would soon meet her mother as well.

Helaena simply nodded, her eyes fixed on her own feet, sniffing back her tears. "Can I meet him at least?"

"I will have to ask him first," you replied, wiping your own tears. You didn't mind Helaena meeting your son; in fact, you had hoped that if Lucerys ever sought his paternal family, he would find her first.

"I'll wait here,"

You nodded and entered Lucerys's room, closing the door behind you. You leaned against it for a few moments, trying to regain your composure before walking over to Lucerys's bed.

Lucerys gazed at you with concern, immediately removing his headphones and sitting up straight. He set down his iPad and reached for your hands.

You took his hands in yours and ruffled his hair with your free hand. You moistened your lips and said, "There's someone outside who wants to see you." Your expression turned sad, as you knew that in an alternate world, where Lucerys had the big family he wished for, Helaena would have been his favorite. Their shared love for nature and the outdoors would have drawn them close. "Do you want to meet them?"

"Who?" he asked with a hint of confusion.

"Your aunt," you replied, a word he had never truly experienced before. In his life, "aunts" had come and gone as Qoren's fleeting girlfriends, never truly embracing him as family. A real aunt was an entirely different concept, and you watched as the idea began to form in his young mind.

"Can you give me my helmet?" he asked, which in lucerys dictionary, means yes.

You nodded and retrieved his space helmet from the closet. After helping him put it on, you walked back to the door, slowly opening it to find Helaena rehearsing what she might say to him.

Once she noticed you, you gestured for her to come in.

She clutched her skirt nervously as she walked in, feeling a mix of emotions—nervousness, uncertainty, happiness, and sadness. Meeting her nephew was a bittersweet moment, given the ten years of lost memories.

Lucerys lay on his bed, his arms crossed and knees drawn up to his chest. His own emotions were a complex mix.

You watched as Helaena approached his bedside with her hands held above her heart. A sad smile crept across her face as she knelt down beside the bed, whispering, "Hi! I'm Helaena, your aunt! But...but you can call me Hel."

Lucerys opened his helmet, inspecting her with curiosity before glancing at you. You nodded, encouraging him to respond. He turned his attention back to Helaena and replied, "Nice to meet you, Helena."

"I like your helmet," she commented, her lower lip nervously caught between her teeth. "It's very, very pretty."

"Thank you," Lucerys said. "I like your skirt as well."

And so, as you watched, the two of them, just as you had expected, began to connect, their conversation revolving around space and insects, bonding over the shared wonder of the world they both loved.

"God, you are so fucking hot," Aemond growled, his voice filled with raw desire, as you straddled him. His fingers tightened gently around the back of your neck, a mix of possession and tenderness. He nipped and kissed a trail of soft, wet caresses along your neck, your chin, your collarbone, and finally found your lips, eliciting a loud sultry moan from you.

Simultaneously, his other hand explored the lush softness of your thigh, fingers glided along the expanse of your thigh, savouring the softness and thickness, as if memorizing every contour and curve.

Aemond fell against the pillows of your bed, his fingers intertwined with yours, while his gaze remained transfixed by the captivating dance of your body above him. His eyes reflected a mesmerizing fusion of desire, awe, and affection as he watched you move with grace. How your breasts swayed enticingly, and how your beautiful dark brown hair framed your face and clung to your flushed skin and it seemed like you were glowing in the dimly lit room.

With rapt attention, he traced every curve and contour of your body, his gaze inevitably returning to the captivating allure of your rounded, heavy breasts. Possessively, he guided your hands to rest on his chest before his fingers squeezed your breasts with an intensity that coaxed passionate moans and cries from your lips.

Suddenly, your movements paused, and his response was a desperate, guttural whine. Aware of your fatigue, as your trembling legs betrayed, he acted swiftly. He flipped you over, taking control. With a few more powerful thrusts, both of you were broken to the peak of ecstasy simultaneously, moaning each other’s name out loud.

Breathless and sated, he collapsed upon you, bodies sheened in a glistening coat of shared sweat. Skin pressed against skin, your ragged breaths synchronized as you slowly descended from your euphoric heights.

"Your breasts feel larger than usual," Aemond murmured, barely moving from his position but lowering himself to nestle his face in the valley between your breasts.

His eyes closed, and a soft whimper escaped his lips as he felt the tender caress of your fingers massaging his scalp. "They do, don't they?" he heard you say, a playful chuckle dancing in your voice. "They hurt too."

Opening his eyes, he peered up at you, brows furrowing with concern. "Did I hurt you? When I squeezed them?" he inquired, his gaze searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

"In a good way," you reassured him with a captivating smile, your teeth once again teasing your lower lip. Your hands moved to gently stroke his cheeks, conveying your deep satisfaction “ Very, very good way “

A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes, and a wicked smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Without hesitation, his hand moved, seizing one of your breasts with a fervent grip, causing you to release an unrestrained, impassioned moan that reverberated through the room.

"Let's go again," he purred, his desire reigniting just by gazing at you.

A mischievous giggle escaped your lips as you placed your palms on his flushed cheeks. "My parents are coming soon."

"It will be quick, I promise!" he assured, shifting his weight to align himself with your entrance.

"Nothing is quick about yo—" you began, but your words were stolen by a sharp gasp as he impaled himself inside you. His devilish grin widened as he sensed your attempt to flip him over once more, allowing you to take charge, fully aware of your preference for control, which he found himself than willing to indu—

“ Aemond! “ Aemond's eye snapped open as he heard his mother scream his name. In his groggy state, he was momentarily confused, his dreams merging with reality. He sighed in annoyance once he realized he had been having a flashback dream of the last time the two of you had been together intimately.

He thanked the gods for the dark room and the fact that helaena wasn't here and that he was laying on his side, he quickly sat up and covered his erection with a pillow.

Alicent gazed at him with a mixture of fear and concern, her hands moving to flick on the lights as she gasped in shock at the sight of his battered face. She hurried to his side, eager to embrace him, but Aemond pushed her away, his mind still reeling from the torment of his dream and the ache between his legs.

Her fury at him, for concealing the truth about his son, had been a blazing fire within her. She had intended to unleash her wrath upon him the moment she laid eyes on him, but all of that dissipated when she beheld her son, her beloved boy, his face marred with bruises and blood. The anger dissolved, replaced by a flood of concern and motherly love, though she planned to resume her ire once she knew he was safe.

"What happened?" she implored, her worry palpable. Aemond shook his head, the weariness evident in his every move. He didn't have the energy to discuss it, or anything for that matter. All he wanted was to be left alone, to crawl into a ball and wallow in self-loathing and remorse, to berate himself for the pain he had caused, and to wish desperately for your comforting presence—to feel your touch, hear your soothing words, and have you guide him through his anguish. But he knew the closest he would get to that comfort was in his dreams.

"I'm going to sue whoever did this to you!" Alicent vowed, her gaze scanning his wounded face, her heart aching for her dear son, the depth of her love overshadowing her anger.

"The hospital already sued him," Aemond muttered, his voice drained of all emotion. "Mother, I'm not in the mood right now. Please, let me rest." His words held a truth that extended beyond the physical pain, intertwining with the emotional torment he felt deep within. "I'm fine," he added, although he was anything but. Nothing felt fine, and the abyss within him seemed to grow deeper and darker after what you had revealed to him the previous night. He knew that he would never feel whole again, not after the pain he had inflicted upon you.

“Why didn't you tell me, Aem?" Alicent's tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "Why would you hide such a thing from me?"

Aemond met his mother's gaze, his eye glistening with unshed tears. Why indeed, Aemond? Why didn't you confide in her? Why didn't you let her help? Perhaps, in a different reality, you would have been married by now, living in the dream house in Dragonstone that you both had envisioned. Maybe you would have been happily raising Lucerys, guiding him through life's ups and downs, and watching with joy as he welcomed little sisters into the world. You might have been truly happy once more, just as you had been with her. She would have been happy too.

"I would have helped you both," she said, taking his hands in hers, her voice laced with sorrow. "I would have taken care of him until the two of you graduated."

"I was scared," Aemond sobbed, launching himself into his mother's embrace. "I was scared."

"Don't you think she was scared too?" Alicent whispered, her voice tinged with understanding. She had experienced the fear and uncertainty of young motherhood herself when she gave birth to Aegon at her age. She comprehended Aemond's panic, the emotions he faced at that time. But what she couldn't fathom was why he hadn't confided in anyone until it was too late. Why did he tell Helaena when you were already gone? Why hadn't he reached out for help when he needed it the most?

"Where is he?" she inquired, drawing Aemond back slightly to search his eye, disappointment shadowing her features. Disappointment—a look he had never seen in her eyes before. Disappointment he would hate himself for as soon as she left the room. Disappointment he would cry over in the bathroom "With his... mother.”

"Which room?"

Aemond directed her to the room and watched as his mother left without saying anything more. The pain of seeing his mother's disappointment was a new kind of torture, one he believed he truly deserved.

Alicent stood behind the door to your room, allowing herself a moment to weep. She needed to cry before seeing her grandson. She didn't want her tears to darken the already somber atmosphere inside the room. She had cried during her entire journey—packing her bag, at the airport, on the plane, and on her way to your place. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from crying. It was a mix of emotions and unshed expectations that had built up for over a decade.

She had always believed that Aemond and you would bless her with grandchildren someday. A dream she never truly expected to come to fruition given the hardships her own children faced during their tumultuous upbringing. Yet, when she witnessed how Aemond spoke about you, how he described your beauty, perfection, and all the qualities he admired in you, she was certain that her dream was inching closer to reality.

She had cherished her own grandmother and had always aspired to be like her, yet the realization that she had been a grandmother for ten years without even knowing it now tormented her. She had never played a role in her grandson's life, a thought that weighed heavily on her heart as she struggled to compose herself. Her heart ached for you, as she imagined that you might hate her for something she had no part in. Nevertheless, she wiped her tears away, adjusted herself, and knocked on the door.

You had been prepared for her visit, as Helaena had informed you of her mother's impending arrival. As you opened the door, you weren't taken aback. You had contemplated countless scenarios while taking a shower, rehearsing how this encounter might unfold. You had no doubt that Alicent meant you no harm. She loved you, and she had always been kind and caring. She felt like a second mother to you, having played a significant role in raising you.

Alicent had always considered you her own child. She knew your likes, your interests, the people you despised at school, your hobbies, and your dreams for the future. She cried just as much as your mother did when you disappeared. She prayed daily for your safety and well-being, never forgetting about you.

"Did you become a writer?" was her first question, her hands clasped to her cheeks as she regarded you with a mix of awe and shock at the graceful woman you had become.

"Unfortunately, no," you replied with a tremor in your voice, accompanied by a faint, self-deprecating laugh. "I'm a secretary."

"Come here," she said, pulling you into a warm embrace, and both of you began to cry.

After she stepped back, she brushed away your tears. "Look at you, a mother, and a beautiful one at that! Your mother would be so proud of you!"

"I doubt that," you replied sadly, your lips twisting downward as you recalled the hurtful words your mother would have likely used to describe you.

"Nonsense! She would," Alicent insisted, drawing you closer to her once more, allowing you to rest your head against her chest as if you were still a young girl confiding in her about your worries in Aemond's absence.

A moment of silence ensued before Alicent proposed meeting Lucerys, to which you agreed. Together, you entered the room. When Alicent's eyes fell upon Lucerys, her breath caught in awe. She gasped softly, covering her mouth with her hands and startling both Lucerys and Helaena who were watching something on his ipad. She then placed her hands on her heart and watched him with shining eyes.

With eyes reminiscent of yours and a shade of violet akin to Aemond's, he bore Aemond's nose, lips, and chin, along with your brown hair peppered with strands of silver that curled just like yours. Turning to you, she observed you through glossy, tear-filled eyes. "That's my grandson?" she asked, and you nodded in affirmation.

"He's beautiful," she murmured, her voice quivering. She turned to him. "He's so beautiful." Indeed, he surpassed even her wildest imaginations, a sight that moved her to tears once more.

You couldn't help but notice the tears welling up in Lucerys's eyes. He bit his lip, fighting to hold back the tears. This was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. He had a grandmother and an aunt now—a wish he had made in letters to Santa, trying to behave well to earn it. A big family, that's what he wished for. Although he was content with you and Qoren as his family, he yearned for more. He wished for a big family with relatives to visit during the holidays, cousins to play with, and to create fond memories with.

Alicent approached the bed slowly, her eyes locked onto Lucerys. Helaena stood up, giving her mother space to sit on the bed, and she joined you, her own eyes misty with tears at the heartwarming scene before her.

Alicent's heart ached as tears streamed down her cheeks, her trembling fingers tracing the contours of his face, his hair, and the tiny arms that nestled in her embrace. It was a bittersweet awe that gripped her soul, for only yesterday had she learned of her precious grandchild's existence.

No, this wasn’t supposed to be how they met for the first time.

She should have been there from the very beginning, welcoming him into the world with open arms. The grandmother who clung to her sweet boy, refusing to let anyone else hold him. The one who insisted he wear the traditional Targaryen baby clothing for that all-important first picture. She should have been the loving hand behind his school lunches, slipping him cookies made with boundless love. She should have been the fierce defender, the guardian he could always hide behind, knowing that granny would protect him. She should have annoyed his parents with her natural remedies when he fell ill, resisting any doctor's intervention, because grandma knew best. She should have witnessed his first day of kindergarten, capturing a million pictures of him in front of that classroom door to adorn her living room.

Her lips quivered as they turned downwards, her brows knitting in sorrow. Lucerys was her first grandchild, her first grandson, and her heart ached for the moments they should have shared.

She wondered, amidst her overwhelming emotions, if it was possible to love someone so intensely after just five fleeting minutes. For now, she had declared Lucerys as her favorite, her heart's sole occupant, her sweet boy.

"You have my curls," she whispered to him through tears, her voice catching in her throat. She chuckled amidst the sobs as she unraveled her own hair. "See?" She brought her hair closer to his tiny locks. "You have granny's hair!"

It was a bittersweet revelation—happy that he had inherited something from her, yet a pang of anger swelled within. Her own mother had always said that the first grandchild usually resembled their grandmothers, but Lucerys was a copy of Aemond at his age.

Lucerys couldn't hold back his tears any longer. His voice shook as he spoke, confessing, "I thought I got it from Mum." As his emotions overwhelmed him, you took a step toward him, prepared to offer a comforting embrace. However, he crumbled before you could reach him, and Alicent drew him closer, rocking him gently as he wept.

"That's my hair," Alicent exclaimed, planting kisses all over Lucerys' head, and running her fingers through hid hair.

You observed your son's arms gradually encircling her, and you watched as Alicent pulled him back, gently kissing his tears away.

A smile graced your lips at the touching sight before you. It was clear now where Aemond and Lucerys inherited this move. It runs in the family.

A/n: again sorry for the late update, life is crazy over here. Anyway the next chapter mother alicent will force mc, luke, qoren, aemond and helaena to have a picnic on the beach. It will be funny and more comedic then the previous chapters and also more mc and aemond having a kind of normal conversation???

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good girl.┊ scaramouche

PAIRING ┊ perv!scaramouche x innocent f!reader GENRE ┊ pure smut. WC ┊ 1.8k+ WARNINGS ┊ he’s a perv , panty stealing , corruption , dub-con(?) , praise(if you squint) , not proof-read, cussing , scara just being gross!!! , lowercase intended!! SYNOPSIS ┊ coming back from your college classes and hearing your roommate making little grunts and moans, calling out your name, thinking he was in pain—but turns out, it was more than that. A/N ┊ written by kam , hope you guys enjoy ! (melody helped with the process !) first fic.

"anything that needs to be clarified?" your professor asked as he finished writing the formula on the board, turning around to face the class in front of him as he rest his arms on the lectern. a still silence preforms in the room, as the only sounds heard can be from other students taking notes, pencil moving in motion on the wooden table. finishing up your notes, your professor had now dismissed the class, signifying that the lecture was now finally over. wanting to seek solace in your comfy dorm and avail yourself of well-deserved respite after a long day.

a groan falls from your mouth as you now exited the lecture hall, stretching out your arms while walking towards the direction of your humble abode, where you share the room with a long-known acquaintance, scaramouche. scara—for short is what you liked to call him. "ah, im hungry...ill just eat some instant ramen back at the dorms." you exclaimed. soon enough, you were now in front of your dorm, grabbing the keys from your pocket to unlock the wooden door that was in your way.

twisting and turning the knob, you entered your abode, then taking off and carelessly throwing your shoes with the other pairs of shoes that were lined up nice and neatly, too drained out from the lecture to really care about any mess you make right now. walking and passing by the other rooms, you had to pass your roomies to get to yours. which you had no problem at all doing, until you heard faint groans and grunts coming from the other side of the door. "n-ngh...uh...fuck...y/n.." falls out of scaras lips. and there you hear a thud coming from the room.

you knocked on his door "ah-? scara, are you okay? i heard a loud thud! did something happened? are you in pain?" you asked in concern, pressing an ear against the blue tinted door to make out what he would say next. "y-yeah im fine. just go away argh..." he sounded annoyed, did you perhaps bother him? you didnt mean to, all you wanted to do was figure out what had happened. you stopped your thoughts as he hear his footsteps approaching the door, seeing his shadow beneath the creak of the door, slowly and subtly retreating from the door, your gaze meets scaras purple orbs.

his irritated look gives it away and you immediately feel bad. "im sorry if i bothered you.." you muttered out quietly as he let out a scoff, walking towards the bathroom. your eyes follow his before sighing. turning to walk to your own bedroom, before the corner of your eyes spots something out of the ordinary from his room. his room was usually just filled with neutral colors like white, grey, and black, but you spotted a pink cloth on his black bedsheet. out of curiosity, you enter the room, going closer to the object before realizing what it was.

"what the..? my underwear?" you looked in confusion, why would your panties be in scaras room? observing the undergarments a bit more, you spot little wet patches on them. and a weird smell emitting from it...maybe...this could explain the reason why the quantity of your panties had reduced. so scara has been the one stealing them?! you had lost your trance of thoughts after hearing a door slam shut behind you, making you turn around, "well, well look who we have here, y/n. figured it out hm?" he said, followed by with a menacing laugh, it sent shiver done your spines, waiting for your response as he leaned against the door with his arms crossed, looking down at you with a shit eating grin.

"you perv! youve been stealing my underwear!" you gritted your teeth, absolutely disgusted with your roommate. "and? what of it. not my fault youre wearing those kinds of underwear. i really cant control it yknow?" he grinned at you as he retracted his arms and took a couple steps towards you. the sudden instinct made you grab your garments, and throw it up at his face, but the quick motherfucker he was, he caught it. "well that wasnt really nice now was it?" he said before bringing the used panties to his nose, inhaling the scent of the soft pink undies, the smell of his pre-cum and your heat mixed in together brought him to heaven. his face turning red, eyes having hearts in them now, and breathing uncontrollable.

the sight of him smelling your panties had you tensed, as your eyes lowered to see such a noticeable bulge forming down. saliva forming in your mouth, to which you had swallowed. "do you see what you do to me..? for you to find out like this is such a shame, but whatever, its nice you know i crave for you now. every single part of your body. so please, allow me to indulge in this exquisite pleasure that awaits me." he bit his lips in excitement, his hand, motioning to touch his bulge, palming and shifting it around to reduce the pain, his other hand, still holding onto the precious sacred panties up to his nose to whiff at to get off to.

"uh..erm.." your face gave a look of confusion and hesitation. sure scara was a handsome boy, you never thought he viewed you that way, but you always had the thought of what it was like to be in the act of intimacy. but still, you werent too sure about this. "oh c'mon, you didnt even let me finish, im pent up. i just need one release." he grinned as he stepped closer to you, kneeling down to your height to harshly cup your cheeks with one hand, planting his lips on yours, giving a sloppy kiss. you pressed a hand on his chest, trying to pry him away, as his other free hand grabbed your wrist to stop your resistance. your eyes were shut closed, but you can feel a smile forming out of him. soon, you gasped and your mouth was left agape, the perfect opportunity for scara to insert in his tongue, exploring your inside, tasting and savoring every nook and cranny.

little moans falling out of your mouth, this...it was all new to you, never knowing or feeling the touch of another man. let alone, this kind. your resistance has stopped, knowing your strength wasnt compared to his. he may seem small, but he sure was the strong one. scara pulled back, a string of saliva connected from his mouth to yours, both of the individual breathing heavily, trying to catch up each others breath. a sickening smile appeared on his face again. "on your knees, c'mon." he commanded. as he sat on his bed. eyeing down on you. you just stood there in silence, just trying to comprehend everything that was happening right now. first the stolen undies, he likes you, then kissed you. just what was going on.

scara let out an annoyed scoff as he ran out of patience, pulling your arm to put you down on your knees, your face landing onto his pelvis, face dangerously close to his crotch. "oh? excited too? well then ill let you indulge in what you want of course~" his voice sounded high, as he unzipped his pants, his length raised up, the tip hitting his cloth stomach. he was girthy, and veiny in the right places, his tip, a pretty pink mushroom. its like it was perfect. you stared at his cock, intimidated already. your trail of thoughts were lost as you soon felt scaras hand grab your wrist, forcing your hands to touch the base of his cock. out of shock, you tried removing your hand, but he kept it in place. "dont be shy, i know you want this too. now move." you eyed up at him, a gulp forming on your throat, as you felt gross doing this. slowly moving your hands up and down, feeling his veins and stiff cock.

"f-fuck...this feels way better than that damn panties of yours...i always imagined it as your hand stroking my cock. now i finally get the feel of it. youre so good." he threw his head back due to the pleasure, moaning at the way your hands gripped his cock so tightly. "ugh..." you let out a disgusted sigh, it felt so slimy, and the stench was already hurting your head. "ah-shit im out of patience, open your mouth." a hand was placed on your head as his other supported his balance to sit up. "what..? why.." you meekly respond back. "hurry up and just do as a i say." he gripped a handful of your hair locks and it made you wince. as you obliged and open your mouth, without warning, his cock is shoved into the small mouth of yours. you gagged, both of your hands placed on his thighs for leverage and support.

"shit, your mouth is even better..." he fucked your face thru it all, tears that were threatening to spill down to your cheeks from the pain you were trying to endure. soft little cries and whimpers come from your mouth, hoping it would signal him into slowing down a bit. "tis hwurt..plese...stuop.." you were slobbering on your words...you couldnt say anything, not when he was thrusting his hips into your mouth so harshly as he was pulling your hair along with it. "youre such a good girl...taking me so well." it was like your pleas fell on deaf ears, as he just kept thrusting. "breathe thru your nose baby." as if it would make anything better. it hurts. you were gagging like crazy. saliva coated everywhere on your mouth, even dripping down onto the floor, creating a wet mess.

his thrusts were harsh and it made your mouth sore, you dont know how long you could keep this up honestly. "f-fuck gonna cum, you gonna take it all like a good girl alrigh'?" his pace fastened, and it left your eyes crying a river now. tears trickling down to your cheek and to your chin, mixing in with the pool of saliva down on the floor. "ah-! fuck, fuck, fuck..!" with one last harsh thrust, the tip of his cock touching the deep parts of your throat as his cum gushed out, forcing you to take it all, as some of it spilled out. he rides out his high by stilling himself in your mouth, taking in your warmth, before finally pulling out. which had you coughing out, mouth all sore as you laid on the wooden floor. trying to catch up with your breath. little bits of scaras cum still lingered on the corners of your mouth. a laugh falls from his mouth as he enjoyed the sight he was viewing.

"this is just the beginning. im not done yet. now be a good little girl and get on the bed."

"but you said you just needed one release...?"

"I said im not done yet."

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retirement [five hargreeves x reader]

a/n: hi guys! it’s been a while hehe, so i hope ull enjoy this short x reader with the one and only five yall know i love sm, homeboy did not disappoint this season neither lmao. season 3 just premiered and i already have finished it:(

can i just say

WHAT THE ACTUAL FVUCK

either way, id b happy to discuss with yall opinions and such and also feel free to leave requests!

ill leave warnings at the beginning of each imagine if it shall be the case

i.e. this imagine takes place right in the first episode!!

also, forgive my english, havent really spoken in a while and dont even get me started on the writing

enjoy besties!

summary: now that the second apocalypse is over, five and y/n can finally retire and maybe finally make their moves?

“You know, Five... Sometimes I do wish I’d never met you,” You took a sip from your wine, watching as the preteen in question rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a delight as well, Y/N,” He nonchalantly dismissed you, continuing to eat his Chinese takeout.

After surviving not one, but two apocalypses alongside Five Hargreeves and his siblings, you guys wound up back in your timeline, only to find out your trip to the 60s caused some changes in the present, such as Sir Reginald Hargreeves deciding against adopting Luther, Diego, Klaus, Ben, Allison, Viktor and Five, and instead some seven other dickheads with superpowers.

Your encounter was far from pleasant.

Six months ago you were planning to retire from the Commission, since you were almost sixty and had had your fair share of missions, so you figured one last task with your partner, Five, would be the good way to end things. Well, one thing led to another and instead of taking out JFK, you woke up in 2019, in your preteen body, in an unknown backyard with unknown people, who turned out to be your partner’s siblings.

One thing led to another and you guys bonded over the span of 10 days in an attempt to save the world, but that is a story for another time.

After those 10 days, you time traveled once again and woke up in 1963, alone, in a school. Some teacher found you and took you in, thinking you were a lost 13 year old girl, but then again, that is a story for another time.

Six months passed until you reunited with the Hargreeves siblings in yet another attempt to save the world.

Two more weeks and you were back in 2019, but things did not go according to plan.

“Still don’t understand how you two have not banged yet,” Klaus shook his head disappointed, as Diego and Luther couldn’t help but not in agreement.

You tried not to blush, but Klaus’ bluntness always got the best of you. Spending this time with Five on top of being a teen again took a toll on you. You’ve known Five for long before the apocalypse. When the Handler recruited him, she trusted you to be his partner, since you were basically her right hand. The bickering was there even back then, but these past six months you started seeing him with different eyes, in a different light.

“I’d rather choke on chopsticks,” You were quick to deny any indecent thought, “You’re sick, by the way.”

“And you’re sixty, so bye,” Klaus smirked, hopping from his stool.

“Too retired to even bother,” Five shrugged his shoulders, watching as his two other brothers followed Klaus.

“I’m gonna get more food,” Luther lightly shrugged his shoulders, making his way to the buffet.

“I refuse to third wheel 13 year olds,” Diego stated, scratching the back of his neck.

You watched confused as the three men all left the table, leaving you alone with Five, who did not seem bothered at all.

“I’ll never get used to your brothers,” You shook your head, taking another sip from your wine, “You people are too much.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Five scoffed, watching as you were playing with your glass.

“So, retirement, huh?” You changed the subject, “What are your plans now that the world is safe?”

“I didn’t think much of it, to be honest,” Five shrugged, “Weren’t you supposed to retire after the JFK mission? What did you have in mind?”

You smiled softly, looking at your wine, “I was gonna buy a mansion in Italy, 1970s or so... maybe get a dog and cat, start producing my own wine... I don’t know, I didn’t plan much.”

“Of course there’s a lot of wine in your retirement plans,” Five smirked, as you playfully smacked his arm, “Ow!”

“You’re officially banned from visiting me in Italy,” You stated, biting back a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway,” Five lightly shrugged his shoulders, not once dropping his smirk, “Besides- you wouldn’t last a day without me.”

“Excuse you?” You scoffed, placing your hand on top of your chest for a more dramatic effect, “Last I checked, you were the one who dragged me along this whacky adventure.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I knew you’d be devastated at the Commission without me,” He replied with the same cocky air as usual, which made you ponder on the situation.

Is this Five’s way of flirting with you? During the time you spent together ever since operation Doomsday started back in the original timeline of 2019, there may have been a few... interesting moments to say the least. Like when he first opened up to you about being worried sick for his siblings, or when he gave you the tightest embrace after reuniting with you in 1963. There was also that time when you two held hands on your way to meet his father.

Moments like these that you couldn’t help but cherish with utmost happiness, but not once letting yourself get sidetracked. There was an apocalypse going on, neither of you had time for this.

But now?

Now there’s no apocalypse anymore. Granted, there still are some issues that would be best to fix, but it’s not like they’d bring the end of the world if not.

So, why not?

“If I didn’t know you any better, Five Hargreeves,” You smirked, leaning in closer to the boy, with your glass of wine in one hand, “I’d say you are flirting with me.”

Five shook his head amused, watching you sip your precious wine so close to him. If the wine was intoxicating you, you definitely were the one intoxicating him. It took him some while before he could accept that he had feelings for you, but he couldn’t say either that he was surprised when he realized.

He really felt like you were absolutely perfect, no doubt in his mind.

“And would that bother you?” Five raised a brow, resting his arm on the back of your chair, leaning in even closer.

“I can’t say it would be unpleasant,” You set down your wine, curious to see where this would go.

“You’re such a tease, Y/N,” Five rolled his eyes, “But... I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“Will you just kiss me already?” You sighed, watching a genuine smile appear on his lips, as he leaned in, connecting your lips at last.

You cupped his face, melting into the long-awaited kiss. On one hand, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening, and on the other hand, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. You and Five were finally done with apocalypses, trying to save the world and the Commission.

You could officially both retire.

“Does this mean I can visit you in Italy?” He whispered, as you two pulled away from the kiss, but still painfully close to one another.

“Ah, who can’t last a day without the other now?” You smirked, pulling him into another kiss.

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