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boxboxlewis · 2 months

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Daniel finds out about Max’s divorce from a Google alert.

“FORMER F1 CHAMPION NEWLY SINGLE, SEEN HITTING THE BARS IN MONACO.” Journalistic excellence from the Daily Mail, as always. But when actual newspapers start reporting on it, Daniel decides to reach out. He texts Max a cat meme. Subtext: sorry about your failed relationship, also I know you like cats. Max texts back Are you trying to cheer me up, and then 😂. It’s unclear if he’s 😂 at the cat or the notion of Daniel attempting to comfort. While Daniel is trying to figure this out a third text comes in. Stop reading stupid shit by dumb assholes who don’t know anything.

Nah it’s all good, I can’t read, Daniel replies. He hesitates, and then adds I am like. Sorry about stuff with kelly or whatever though.

Max thumbs-up reacts the message, and doesn’t reply.

Daniel figures Max’ll probably just start dating another exquisitely beautiful, exquisitely groomed woman with a disconcerting resemblance to his own mother. They’re ten a penny in Monaco, where Max still for some reason lives.

He’s not prepared for the next tranche of articles his Google Alert brings him. “MAX VERSTAPPEN SEEN LEAVING GAY BAR.” “VERSTAPPEN REFUSES TO ADDRESS RUMOURS.” “VETTEL COMES TO VERSTAPPEN’S DEFENCE: ‘HE HAS A RIGHT TO A PRIVATE LIFE.’” Like… people go to gay bars sometimes, even if they’re straight. But do straight people let Seb Vettel defend their honour in the media?

Daniel opens his text thread with Max and types Hey, are you. You know.

He deletes it, obviously. He’s got a lot going on in his own life. Brand ambassadorships out the ass, his film production company, his vineyard. He sends Max another dumb meme and calls it good. Max is just doing Max stuff. It’s some belated F1 champion rumspringa, probably, because when he was an actual teenager he was psychotically focussed on racing. He’ll settle down soon enough.

Daniel really isn’t expecting him to announce live on Dutch television that he has a boyfriend. The clip is in Dutch, obviously, but someone has added English captions, and Daniel watches over and over again. RIP his YouTube algorithm. It’s some daytime talk show, the kind of thing Max hates, the kind of thing he’d never do unless someone was twisting his arm about it. The host asks all sickly sweet if there’s a special someone in Max’s life. Max says, “Well yes of course there is my boyfriend.” The “of course” in Dutch sounds like naturally. Naturally, naturally. “And my family I am very close to, as well.” The camera dwells with voyeuristic glee on the talkshow host’s face as she tries and fails to pick her expression up from the floor. “Your boyfriend?” she manages. Max nods, impatient. Daniel rewinds the clip. Your boyfriend? Your boyfriend? Your boyfriend?

Daniel decides to visit Monaco. Not because of Max. It’s summer and the swing of the season is funnelling him that way, that’s all, towards the parties and the glittering people dancing on yachts, getting high, bright and beautiful, living that good life. He doesn’t have an apartment there anymore, but Max does, because Max never left: still has his custom penthouse with its views of the harbour. Unless—it’s a weird thought—unless Kelly kept it in the divorce. But when he texts Max to invite himself to stay, Max doesn’t mention anything about a new address.

Max also doesn’t sound, like, super enthused, but that’s just how he is. It’s his natural Dutchness, most likely. Fine you can come then. You are lucky I don’t have plans is probably just the Dutch way of saying “Yeah sounds great, looking forward to reconnecting.” You are very annoying is probably how people from the Netherlands express affection. Daniel texts back Love you too my brother 🤘🤘

He gets his hair touched up before he goes, a little bit of tattooing at the roots in the front. He does a spray tan, and gets his face dermaplaned (not in that order). You can’t go to Monaco and not look good, that's all.

It always feels kind of weird, flying into Nice in a non-F1 context, first class instead of private, but Daniel fits, still: gets asked for his autograph at the airport, and then on the concourse, and when he stops to put petrol in his rental car (a sweet little Porsche, nice). He tosses his keys to the valet at Max’s building and the valet goggles. That’s right, baby: twelve-time Grand Prix winner Daniel Ricciardo is in town. Daniel winks and the valet turns gratifyingly mauve.

Max, when Daniel pushes into his apartment, is less enthusiastic. “Daniel. I really do not know why you’ve come.”

Daniel ignores him in favour of crouching down, trying to pet Jimmy or Sassy. “Hey, little guy,” he croons. “Or girl. What’s up? Do you remember Uncle Danny? Am I in town to show your daddy a good time? Yeah I am! That’s right. That’s right.” Jimmy or Sassy scowls at him and swipes with one needle-tipped paw. All right, drama queen. Daniel stands back up and grins at Max. “I mean, mostly I wanted to meet your boyfriend,” he says, for some reason. What the fuck, Ricciardo. He keeps grinning, styles it out. “Gotta give him the old shovel speech, right?”

Max is doing the blank-eyed stare Daniel remembers so well from their racing days. It’s wildly disconcerting coming from this Max, who looks. Different, that’s all. He’s thick, still fit and well-muscled but heavy with it now, t-shirt stretched over the layer of hard fat covering his abdomen, face softer. He’s a bear of a man, he could—he could do lots of things, obviously. It’s fine. It’s just that part of Daniel still expects him to be the gawky teenager Daniel loomed over.

Max says, “What do you want to say to my boyfriend about shovels,” and for a bewildering moment Daniel has no idea what he’s talking about.

“Oh, no, it’s like—it’s a saying, or whatever, when someone starts dating someone. I mean, usually dads say it, I guess, but like—the idea is if he mistreats you I’ll…” Daniel trails off as he realises he’s not actually sure what “shovel speech” means. “Uh, hit him with a shovel? Or I guess potentially, like, use it to bury his corpse. Whiiiich is a joke! Not actually going to bury anyone.” No, weird comment, Daniel’s not actually going to bury anyone t-shirt is raising a lot of questions et cetera. Hastily, he adds “As long as he behaves!” and then stands there mentally kicking himself while Jimmy/Sassy yowls soulfully near his ankles. He's never like this, he never loses control of a conversation like this. It's agonising.

Max stares at him for a long moment, and then cracks up. “Daniel, you are still so weird,” he says. It sounds kind of affectionate.

“You know it, baby,” Daniel says. “So, where’s the boyf?

Max’s cheeks go a little red, it looks like. Maybe Daniel’s imagining it. “Ricardo is at the gym,” he says.

Daniel has to have misheard that. “Sorry, what’s this dude’s name?”

“Ricardo,” Max says grumpily. “My boyfriend.”

“Right, yeah, of course.” Once again Daniel decides, against his better judgement, to style it out. “Uh, is he Australian, by any chance? And devastatingly charismatic?”

Max sighs, as if Daniel is being really annoying. “He is from Melbourne. And yeah, he is okay I think. Maybe you won’t like him though, because you like always to be the funniest one. Come on, I will show you to your guest room.”

Daniel manages a casual-sounding, “Haha, you got me.” They’re walking through the apartment, now, Max leading the way. For a moment Daniel just watches the sunburned back of his neck.

#my fic #DO straight people allow seb vettel to defend their honour in the media?#maxiel #mv33 #dr3 #getting back on the posting horse please clap #divorce era one of the most interesting of the potential eras imo #future fic

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 3 months

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I don’t know if This is the place where people make requests but I was thinking Katsuki and y/n have been friends since childhood but as they grow up Katsuki takes the hero path and y/n chooses the villain path it’s like the 2nd year of UA Katsuki knows y/n is a villain and keeps it a secret she’s also in the class. I don’t know how much I’m aloud to ask but hiiii and if this gets picked thank you

ouuuu this is such an interesting request ! i luv me some angst once in a while ! this is also probably the angstiest fic ive written rn lmfaoo ! i tried to honour your request as best i could and i hope you like it ! (also yall keep enabling my katsuki friends to lovers addiction its not me its yall sooo🤥..) also here, reader’s family is part of a crime syndicate sorta like the chie hassaikai !

fem reader, blood n injuries, kinda angsty but i cant bring myself to fully write angst so take the bittersweetness <33 katsuki claims he hates reader but he doesn’t, reader has a sorta traumatic backstory but if u squint HARD, reader feels guilty, slight miscommunication trope, lemme know if i missed something !

"how long are you gonna keep doing this ?"

you're rolling up your bloody sleeves when you hear the question you'd been expecting fall from your best friends lips.

"what do you mean ?" you're playing dumb, you know it. and unfortunately, katsuki knows it too.

he narrows his eyes at you, you ignore him "don't give me that shit." he all but growls at you "how many more times are you gonna come to me all fucked up like this ?" you'd expected him to be louder, but you blame that on the fact it’s so late. angrier isn't the term you're looking for, you've known him long enough to know he's trying to hold back his anger. for you. you feel your stomach twisting at the thought.

"as long as you'll have me" you jest, smiling at him. you never took anything seriously. from the time you were kids until now, katsuki hates that about you. "you'll keep taking care of me, won't you suki ?"

you're spoiled, you think everything is a fuckin' joke. katsuki hates that about you.

he huffs, grabbing your outstrechted bruised and bloodied arm "i won't if you keep wakin' me up so late. we've got school tomorrow, you dumbass." his actions are softer than his words, like they always are. he cleans at your injuries with the med kit he has stashed away in his room for emergencies, emergencies being you. you snort and katsuki can barely cover the smirk growing on his face at the sound.

"you're such a goody two shoes." you sigh playfully, but your tone is more loving than playful like you'd hoped.

you'd been hiding your lifestyle from kastuki until you no longer could. coming to him one night heavily injured because you thought he was the only one you could come to, a decision you regret to this day, even as you sit here in his bedroom again.

you'd never meant to get him involved in your mess. katsuki, who's future was so promising. katsuki, who since the ripe age of 5 with starry eyes and bandaged cheeks proclaimed he would be the best. katsuki, who had wanted you to be together when that moment came.

but you had to ruin it. and you're sure that even as he sits there with you and cleans up your wounds, a part of him hates you for it. you don't blame him, how could you ?

you ruined everything. you always do—

you feel a finger flick against your forehead and when you focus again katsuki's eyes bore into yours.

"don't go zoning out on me, idiot. don't go falling asleep on me either. 'f i can't sleep, neither can you." you huff out a laugh at his petulant demand. you hum as he bandages your arm up carefully. " i think i can do that." you sigh.

"i wasn't asking." he retorts, looking up at you seriously "don't go knocking out on me."

you're left speechless at his words. because despite what he says, you know what he means. you've known katsuki for too long not to.

it’s stupid that such a simple sentence has you blinking rapidly, sniffling away the tears forming in your lash line. katsuki sighs. even when you tried acting tough, you’ve always been such a crybaby.

neither of you say a word as he finishes bandaging up your wounds. he insists on rewrapping up your hand and your heart squeezes because you know he’s stalling and it would be time for you to go soon.

it’s for the better, you think. despite your heart tying itself in knots, you won’t allow katsuki to get caught up in them.

he finishes and no words are exchanged. he stares at you, pleading for something you’re not quite sure about, or at least that’s what you tell yourself (you’ve known him way too long not to know what he wants). you avoid his gaze, your eyes growing misty again when you hear him sigh in defeat before he gets up from his bed and leaves the room.

while you’re throwing your jacket on and tugging your dirty boots back on (katsuki was a stickler about keeping his room clean) you can’t help but look around his room. it makes you giggle how he hadn’t really changed that much at all.

he’s thrown out most of his action figures but it seems he just couldn’t separate himself from the all might one’s. he’s still got the all might poster, his pride and joy that he never stopped showing off when you were kids. and then you see something on the shelf where he keeps all his manga.

katsuki walks back into the room and his shoulders visibly sag when he sees you ready to go. you don’t see it though, you’re focused on something on his shelf, he raises a brow.

before he can ask you anything though, you turn to him with a sly little grin, the grin he knows you have when you’re about to say some dumb shit. he hates that about you.

you’ve got a small rubber band looking thing pinched around your finger and katsuki feels his stomach drop.

"you still have this ? " you twirl the braided friendship bracelet you’d made for him when you were kids around your thumb and index finger, giggling when you see katsuki’s expression morph from curiosity to embarrassment. faster than you could blink, he’s already stomping over to you. he wobbles around a little on his bed to reach over your shoulder to snatch the bracelet back.

“don’t go snooping through my stuff !” his fingers are inches away from the bracelet when you switch it over to your other hand. a struggle breaks out where you push and shove at each other. you end up underneath him with him trying to open up your hand tightly clutching onto your bracelet.

“s’not snooping—if it’s just sitting out in the open !” you giggle. he finally manages to snatch his bracelet out of your death grip with a huff and a pinch at your thigh. you don’t miss the way he inspects it carefully before deciding it was unharmed and placing it right back where you’d found it. your heart squeezes despite yourself.

“either way, don’t go puttin’ yer dirty paws on my stuff. you’ll get your germs on them.” he snickers childishly. you’re just as if not more childish because you blow a raspberry at him. katsuki squishes your cheeks out with his hand in response.

you realize you feel a little too comfy, then realize you’re laying in katsuki’s bed and suddenly spring up to try and leave but a hand pushes at your chest, stopping you from doing so. “where the hell do you think you’re goin’, huh ?”

“home ?”

“don’t think so.” he utters simply, pushing you down onto his bed harshly “you’re not going anywhere.”

“katsu—“

“shut up. none of that bullshit you spout all the time” he leans down until your noses almost brush against each other, you inhaling sharply and katsuki grips the sheets next to your head “ if you get yourself in trouble again, i’m the one you’re gonna come bother and i’m trynna sleep. you’re staying.”

the asshole knows exactly what to say to make you feel bad, even if he doesn’t mean to. so you swallow the lump in your throat and concede “okay, fine” you nod “but i gotta leave super early, so don’t be surprised to see me gone when you wake up.”

“s’less trouble for me if you are.” he quips. he’s mean, he’s always been mean. yet his eyes tell a different story. there he goes again with those pleading eyes. the ones that make you want to spill your entire heart and more, to give your life and soul to him. you turn your face away from him.

“stop that.” he whispers, nosing at your neck, your heartbeat picks up and his does too.

“stop what ?” you're playing dumb, you know it. and unfortunately, katsuki knows it too.

“stop trying to act all hard. you know i won’t fall for that shit. those other extra’s might, but i won’t.” he’s awfully quiet. it almost gives you whiplash how he’d went from wrestling you to doing..whatever this was. you don’t mind, despite yourself. “known you too fuckin’ long, unfortunately.”

“yeah” you choke out “yeah, unfortunately.” you feel tears burning in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall, that’d be unfair. you’re not allowed to be upset over something you’d caused.

“for fucks sake’s, yn” katsuki goes from gripping his sheets to gripping your wrists, you close your eyes. “ just—fuckin’—“

“i’m sorry.” you whimper, he pauses.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have come tonight, or any other night” you sniffle “i should’ve—you should’ve forgotten about me.”

you’re babbling, you always do when you get in your own head. when you refuse to tell him what’s bothering you, determined to do everything yourself, katsuki hates that about you. though it’s something he can’t really get too angry at you for, cus he does it too.

you’re babbling and you’re crying like you always do because you’re a crybaby despite acting like you’re not, and katsuki hates that about you. that’s why he sighs and flips you both over so you’re laying on top of him. immediately despite your better judgment, despite claiming he should’ve forgotten you, you cling to him like he’ll disappear if you don’t.

you’re clingy. you’ve always clung to him. you’re annoying, spoiled and bratty. you make dumb jokes and you never take anything seriously and you cry easily and katsuki tells himself he hates all of that about you.

because it’s easier to say than admit he’s hopelessly in love with you.

he doesn’t care about waking up late to treat your wounds, he’d stay up all night even if it meant fucking up his sleep schedule just to take care of you. he’d give everything he has just to hear you giggle at your own stupid jokes and he’d offer up every limited edition all might figure he has just to stay here and bicker with you over nothing. he’d always comfort you cus you cry easily and he wants to breathe the same air you do constantly, he’d swallow you whole and keep you safe right next to his heart if he could.

you’re clingy, annoying, spoiled and bratty and all of the above but katsuki would do absolutely anything for you.

so he comforts you as you lay crying into his chest. apologizing about something he has no idea about. he’ll ask and he knows you won’t answer him, but he doesn’t care. as long as you’re here.

you fall asleep soon after and you’re still clutching onto him. he reciprocates by holding onto you just as tightly, hoping it keeps you safe as you dream. it’s a stupid thought, he thinks. but it seems you’ve gone and wiped your germs onto his heart.

“you drive me fuckin’ crazy.” he whispers into the air. you’re still wrapped up snuggly in his embrace and his black sheets. in his room where you’d spent the majority of your childhood together. until you came to him with a snotty nose and big wet eyes and told him you weren’t allowed to come play at his house anymore.

fate must think it’s so fucking funny, because despite you not coming over anymore you’d ended up going to the same school every year afterwards, even now ending up in the same class. and with you sneaking into his room almost every night to have him clean up your injuries.

he knows you’ll be gone in the morning, somehow untangling yourself from his snake like grip. with tired eyes and some treat from that coffee shop you know he likes, your stupid way of apologizing to him. katsuki wants to tell you you don’t have to do that because he’d forgive any crime you commit. he’ll turn a blind eye to whatever you do even though he’s studying to do the exact opposite because it’s you and he loves you. but you’ll get in your own head and start assuming stuff. so he accepts your chocolate covered croissants and splits both with you.

you must’ve hit your head extra hard during your late night excursion to think katsuki would ever forget about you. you’re stupid that’s for sure, and katsuki wants to say he hates that about you. but that’d make him stupid too.

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kckt88 · 5 months

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Take My Breath Away III

Summary:

The time has come for Vaeryna and Aemond to get married. A lie is uncovered and truths are told.

Warning(s): Swearing, Angst, Marriage, Consummation - P in V sex, Dubious Consent, Regret, Mentions of Death.

Word Count: 3487

GREENS WIN - SLOW BURN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Kings Landing was a buzz with activity. The guests were arriving, the preparations had been made and it was finally here. The day Vaeryna and Aemond would stand together in the sept and get married.

Vaeryna was so nervous that she decided to skip breakfast, as she wasn’t sure that she could actually stomach food.

After bathing, Vaeryna’s maids began to help her get ready. Her long silver hair was brushed and twisted into elegant braids, her mother’s Valyrian steel necklace was fastened around her neck, and she placed her father’s gold Targaryen sigil ring on her finger. They couldn’t be with her in person, but they would be with her in spirit.

Now the wedding dress had been an issue from day one, Alicent wanted her to wear some green atrocity and Vaeryna promptly refused and when her soon to be good mother wasn’t looking the dress accidentally landed in the fire.

Alicent of course wasn’t happy, but Vaeryna couldn’t give two shits, and promptly went to the King and asked for his permission to design her own wedding dress, which he readily granted.

In normal circumstances, Vaeryna might have been shocked by the King’s willingness to grant her request, but she quickly came to realise that he just relished in the opportunity to cause trouble.

Perhaps what surprised Vaeryna more, was Aemond. Since their confrontation in her chambers, he’d taken to point blank ignoring her whenever she was in his presence which suited her just fine. But he hadn’t told his mother or Aegon about her relationship with Jace.

He was obviously keeping that little bombshell to himself for a reason and Vaeryna had to be cautious.

But the wedding dress she’d designed was modest, might have displayed a little too much cleavage for Alicent’s taste but Vaeryna wanted the guests to see her mothers necklace and know that Rhaenyra was still amongst them.

Of course, Vaeryna honoured little Jaehaera and had white butterflies stitched into the train of her dress. Some of them, Jaehaera had even stitched herself.

It was hard to believe that sweet little girl was truly Aegon’s daughter, she was entirely Helaena and Vaeryna made a silent vow to her aunt that she would always look out for her little girl.

At the waist of her dress, Vaeryna had dragon scale pattern stitched into the fabric, she of course wanted the guests to know that she was a true dragon. She would not forsake her Targaryen heritage for the seven.

As soon as the gown had been buttoned and her maiden cloak tied. There was a soft knock at the door. It was the King.

“I’ve come to escort you to the sept and walk you down the aisle”.

Vaeryna nodded and took a deep breath as she took Aegon’s arm.

Admittedly the sept was decorated beautifully, but it was Alicent’s expression that really brought a smile to Vaeryna’s face. She looked positively scandalised at the wedding dress she’d chosen.

Aemond was stood beside the high septon. He was elegantly dressed, his black tunic decorated with silver dragons and his Targaryen cloak tied loosely around his shoulders. His long hair tied back in its usual half up, half down style.

The horns signalled the beginning of the ceremony and begrudgingly Vaeryna took Aegon’s arm again.

“You look beautiful, my brother is a lucky man” said Aegon.

“He’s certainly something” muttered Vaeryna.

“Thank you for escorting the bride Your Grace. If you would be so kind as to wait for the Princess to remove her maiden cloak” said the Septon.

Vaeryna undid the ties of her maiden cloak and handed it to Aegon who bowed respectfully to the Septon and resumed his seat next to Alicent.

“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection” said the Septon loudly.

Aemond removed the cloak bearing the colours of house Targaryen and draped it around Vaeryna’s shoulders.

Aemond then took Vaeryna’s hand and smiled as the Septon tied their hands together by a ribbon.

“In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity. Now you may look upon one another and say these vows together” exclaimed the Septon.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days” said Vaeryna.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days” declared Aemond loudly.

“The vows have been spoken and the rings exchanged. You may kiss your bride”.

Aemond leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Vaeryna’s lips.

The celebration after their wedding was in full swing.

King Aegon was sat at the head of the table, with a smiling Alicent and Jaehaera by his side.

Vaeryna sat next to Aemond near the head of the table, smiling as many Lords and ladies came up to wish them well and bestow gifts upon them, while also enjoying the food of their feast. Borros Baratheon who glared pointedly at Aemond, Tyland Lannister, and one that seemed to linger, Dalton Greyjoy.

The young lord was similar in age to both Vaeryna and Aemond.

"Many good wishes, Princess Vaeryna. A match many shall pray for a fruitful outcome. I must admit Princess, the tales of your great beauty have not been exaggerated. Your skin is as beautiful as the freshly fallen snows of Winterfell and your eyes are more pretty than anything I’ve ever seen".

Vaeryna shifted uncomfortably in her seat and Aemond scowled.

"Thank you," nodded Vaeryna politely.

A sudden loud roar spooked everyone as Cannibal flew over the Red Keep.

“Ahh yes, your Cannibal. I’ve heard he’s an impressive beast”.

“My Cannibal is not a beast” huffed Vaeryna.

“His ferocious nature is well known. How is it that you managed to claim such a creature?”

“I wouldn’t expect a Greyjoy to understand even the basic fundamentals of how a Targaryen claims a dragon” retorted Vaeryna.

“If you ever find yourself bored of Kings Landing, you can always visit the Iron Islands. I’m sure I can find something else for you to ride” replied Dalton smirking.

Aemond slammed his fist into the table as he rose sharply from his seat.

“You dare speak to my wife like that” snarled Aemond.

“Relax kinslayer. I was only jesting,” laughed Dalton.

SMACK!

Suddenly Dalton Greyjoy crumpled to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose.

“Never speak to me like that again” snarled Vaeryna.

“Y-You broke my nose” exclaimed Dalton.

“A broken nose will be the least of your worries if you do not remove yourself from my sight”.

“Vaeryna” gasped Aemond, his single amethyst eye wide in surprise.

“A kraken is no match for a dragon” exclaimed Vaeryna suddenly becoming aware of everyone staring at her.

“Quite right good sister. More wine I think” declared Aegon loudly as he handed Vaeryna a full goblet of wine and staggered away to get more.

“That was quite impressive” muttered Aemond.

“I am blood of the dragon, and I will not tolerate slanders” said Vaeryna.

“Hm” muttered Aemond.

“I wish to toast my brother Prince Aemond and my good siter Princess Vaeryna on their marriage. May it be long and fruitful” said Aegon loudly as he raised his cup.

“Thank you, Your Grace” said Vaeryna as she bowed respectfully.

“I think it’s time that we retired our chambers” muttered Aemond.

“-Yes brother. Time for the bedding” exclaimed Aegon eagerly.

“Don’t even think about it” snapped Aemond as he took hold of Vaeryna’s arm and marched her out of the Throne Room.

This was the moment that Vaeryna had been dreading. As Aemond had oddly enough refused a traditional bedding ceremony. They were able to walk to their shared chambers without a fuss.

After they had entered their shared chambers, Vaeryna stood in stoney silence as she stared at Aemond, her heart pounding in her chest.

There was no sense in prolonging the inevitable.

“Would you help me with the gown, husband?” asked Vaeryna as she turned from him and swept her hair away from her back to reveal a great number of fiddly buttons and laces.

“Of course,” replied Aemond as he reached forward and began undoing his wife’s wedding gown.

Soon she was stood in nothing but a thin shift and Aemond felt his heart quicken in his chest at the sight of her nipples through the sheer fabric.

This was the moment he’d been waiting for, he believed whole heartedly that Vaeryna belonged to him, she had returned to Kings Landing of her own volition and accepted the terms offered to her.

However, her brazen and openly defiant attitude was unbecoming of a lady, and the way she spoke to him, angered him greatly. She was rude, disrespectful, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

She had invaded his senses, driving him to the point of madness.

But then he discovered her involvement with Jacaerys, and he’d been consumed with anger and jealousy.

He was going to erase the memory of that bastard strong boy and make Vaeryna his.

Aemond began pulling off his own clothes as Vaeryna slowly sat on the bed.

He noticed that she trembled slightly as she pulled off her shift, revealing her naked body to him.

“You’re not afraid, are you?” asked Aemond as he discarded the last of his clothes.

Vaeryna shook her head slightly, avoiding her husband’s gaze.

Aemond placed his hand on Vaeryna’s shoulder and directed her to lay down.

He laid between his wife’s open legs, supporting his weight on his left arm as he reached down and took his hard cock in his hand and placed the tip of it against his wife’s entrance.

Vaeryna shut her eyes tight and took a deep breath as Aemond sheathed himself within her.

Aemond stopped as Vaeryna shrieked loudly in pain. He lifted his head and noticed that she had her eyes screwed shut.

He didn’t understand, she told him she’d bedded Jacaerys.

Aemond then pulled back slightly and looked down, his eye going wide at the blood staining his cock.

“-Y-You’re still a maid?”

Vaeryna didn’t answer she just turned her head to the side, avoiding his gaze.

“You lied to me. Why?” asked Aemond.

“You know why” replied Vaeryna, closing her eyes again as she felt Aemond’s cock twitching inside her.

“I-I can stop. If it’s too much” whispered Aemond.

“Just get on with it” muttered Vaeryna.

“Not if I’m hurting you”.

“Aemond stop being a girl and get on with it. You know as well as I do, that we must do this” snapped Vaeryna.

Aemond moved forward and grimaced at Vaeryna’s whimper of pain.

The tears rolled down Vaeryna’s cheeks as Aemond rutted against her.

All she could think of as Aemond continuously thrust his hard cock into her was Jace. Her first time should have been his, but Aemond had taken it and now she would never get it back.

Aemond gave a surprised moan as she involuntarily clenched around him.

Vaeryna dug her fingers into the sheets, not wanting to touch Aemond as the pace of his thrusts increased.

He buried his face into her neck and let out a long low groan as he spilled his seed inside her.

Eventually Aemond pulled his softened cock from her and sat on the edge of the bed.

Vaeryna rolled to her side and began to cry.

Aemond took his robe that was haphazardly thrown across the back of a chair and pulled it on.

He gazed at Vaeryna’s shaking form and suddenly he felt sick to his stomach, he wanted to erase the memory of Jacaerys, to make her his. But not like this.

He went to the privy and threw up. The wine he’d consumed earlier was now bitter and putrid on his tongue.

The gnawing feeling of disgust swirled in the pit of his stomach as he could still hear the sobs of his wife through the closed door.

He didn’t know how long he’d been in the privy, but when he returned to his chambers, Vaeryna had fallen asleep.

Aemond could see the blood stain on the sheets, and he was filled with bitter regret, he’d been so blinded by his rage and jealousy that he had taken what he wanted and never spared a thought for how she would feel.

If he had known she was still a maid, he would’ve been kinder, he would have prepared her and made sure she was comfortable.

He stood at the foot of the bed for what seemed like an age, simply staring at Vaeryna as she slept.

He once thought that he’d feel delighted at the sight of her tears, especially after she had mocked him for his involvement with Alys, but this wasn’t what he wanted.

As he pulled on a pair of loose breeches, he contemplated sleeping elsewhere but he knew if he did that, word would get back to his mother or the King, so he decided to stay.

After discarding his eyepatch on the nightstand Aemond slowly climbed into the bed and gazed at Vaeryna.

He could still see the faint tracks of dried tears on her face, and with a shaking hand he reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

“I’m sorry” whispered Aemond as he turned over and closed his eye.

The next morning Aemond awoke to the maids setting up breakfast in his chambers.

Aemond groaned as he pressed his face into his pillow, it was the worst night sleep he’d ever had.

“Apologise My Prince, I do not mean to disturb you, but your breakfast is ready”.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he sat up, his palm pressed to the side of his face.

Once he’d slipped the eyepatch over his head, Aemond looked over his shoulder and frowned as the space Vaeryna had occupied last night was empty.

“Where is my wife?” asked Aemond as he rose from the bed.

“The Princess left early this morning, she’s with her dragon” replied the maid, her gaze lowered to the floor.

Rather than deal with the fall out from the previous night, Vaeryna had chosen to flee and seek solace with her Cannibal.

“Apologise My Prince but I must strip the bed, the sheets need to be presented” muttered the maid.

Of course, the blood and seed stained sheets would need to be displayed as proof that he’d done his duty and consummated the marriage.

Aemond nodded and sat at the table, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat.

He found himself thinking of Vaeryna and he hoped that she was ok, he briefly entertained the notion of mounting Vhagar and seeing if he could find her but he quicky dismissed that idea.

She had obviously fled the Red Keep because she wanted to be alone, and if that’s what she wanted then he would grant her that courtesy at least.

For the rest of the day Aemond tried to distract himself, he attended his usual training session with Ser Criston, but that did nothing to quell the feelings of disgust and uncertainty swirling within him.

He tried to visit the library and spend his usual hour reading, but he could not concentrate, the sound of Vaeryna’s pained whimpers had etched themselves into his mind.

He of course made sure to avoid Aegon at all costs, he couldn’t deal with the teasing japes his brother would no doubt levy against him.

The only place Aemond seemed to have any reprieve from his thoughts was the sept, he knelt at the alter and bowed his head, praying for forgiveness.

He remained on his knees until they began to ache, he figured it was his penance for the pain he’d inflicted upon his wife.

Eventually Aemond returned to his chambers, he’d skipped breakfast and lunch, and now he was starving.

He declined his mothers invite to dine with her and Aegon, claiming he preferred to dine alone with his wife.

Of course, his mother knew that Vaeryna had spent the day with Cannibal, but she didn’t comment further, and he was glad for it. He wasn’t sure he could deal with her lecturing him.

Aemond opened the door to his chambers and came to stop as he spotted Vaeryna sitting at the table.

“I think we need to talk” muttered Vaeryna.

“Yes. We do” replied Aemond as he took a seat across from his wife.

“I didn’t know what food you would like so I just asked the maids to bring everything”.

Despite his hunger, Aemond didn’t reach for any food. That gnawing feeling of uncertainty raising to the surface.

“You were married to Jacaerys?” asked Aemond.

“I was” replied Vaeryna.

“Yet you did not lay with him. Why?”

“We wanted to wait until the war was over, at the time he was still betrothed to Baela, and we couldn’t risk Corlys finding out. Mother needed her alliance with the Velaryon’s. We had this dreamy idea of having a proper ceremony later and then we could be together” said Vaeryna.

“You should have been honest with me”.

“You were angry because you thought I had bedded my brother and yet you seem angry that I didn’t. I thought you would have preferred that I was a maid” replied Vaeryna.

“Had I known I would not have been so careless. I hurt you and I bitterly regret it”.

“Wasn’t that what you wanted-to hurt me?” asked Vaeryna quietly.

“No, despite the fact that you infuriate me beyond all reason, I had no such desire to hurt you” said Aemond sadly.

“I-I’m sorry. I should have told you the truth” muttered Vaeryna.

Aemond simply nodded his head as he reached forward and began to fill his plate with food.

“You said you married Jace in the Vale”.

“Yes, I don’t think the ceremony could be classed as being official. As it was just us” said Vaeryna.

“D-Did you love him?” asked Aemond.

“Yes, I did. Very much” replied Vaeryna.

“Hm”

“Did you love Alys?” asked Vaeryna.

“I thought I did” said Aemond.

“I met her you know”.

“Y-You did?” exclaimed Aemond.

“I flew to Harrenhal just before my father abandoned it and I saw them together”.

“That must have been difficult” muttered Aemond.

“It was, but in truth my mother and father had began to drift apart after Luke’s death and what happened to Jaehaerys-“

“-She knew about it” said Aemond sharply.

“I’m not sure what you were told, but my mother didn’t know about Blood and Cheese until after Jaehaerys was killed, she was lost in her grief for Luke” replied Vaeryna.

Aemond reached for his cup of wine and took a large sip.

“She went to Shipbreaker Bay”.

“What?” asked Aemond.

“After she received word of Luke’s death, she took Syrax and spent hours searching for his body".

“Oh” whispered Aemond, lowering his gaze.

“When you killed him, not only did you commit the gravest of sins, but without Luke’s body, my mother was denied the solace of honouring the traditional customs of a Valyrian funeral”.

“-And that warrants the murder of my nephew?”

“No. It wasn’t the murder of Luke that facilitated your nephews murder, it was the blatant disrespect that Aegon showed by throwing a feast and celebrating what you did. Not to mention you broke the law by killing a messenger. Aegon has the nerve to call himself King, yet he does nothing to uphold the laws of the land. If he had half a brain, he should’ve had you imprisoned and immediately sent his apology to my mother. Yes, you killed my brother, but it was Aegon’s own incompetence that contributed to the death of his son” said Vaeryna.

Aemond sat there stunned to silence as he processed what Vaeryna had just said, and he was ashamed to admit that in part she was right. Throwing a feast to celebrate was not only disrespectful but it made it look like Aegon had authorized Luke’s death.

In all his guilt, anger and regret he never once considered other factors that could have contributed to what happened to his nephew, it was just easier to blame Daemon and Rhaenyra.

“She spoke to me. Alys-I mean” said Vaeryna.

“W-What did she say?” asked Aemond.

“Told me that my silver haired babe would be King one day. Of course, at the time I thought she was referring to a son that I would have with Jace, but now I realize that she was referring to my son with you”

“Do you think that means you are with child?”

“Too soon to tell, but I guess well find out in a few weeks if your seed has taken root or not” said Vaeryna softly.

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Boston Bears: Off-Limits - Rugby Player!Chris x Reader (Part 3)

Summary: Despite Chris telling you to back off there's undeniable chemistry that both of you are struggling to ignore

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Language! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Masturbation! SMUT! 18 + ONLY! MINORS DNI!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 3

You let out a long sigh as you shimmied into the 5th bridesmaid dress that Tommi had sent over to you to try on. Once it was mostly up you grabbed the string you had attached to the zipper and pulled it up to zip yourself in, a little trick you’d learnt after living alone for a few years. You then stepped back into the view of Tommi who was watching through your laptop screen.

“Hmm I don’t think I like that one as much as the others, the neckline doesn’t look quite right” she hummed as she assessed the dress.

“Yeah I’ve never been a fan of strapless” you added as you tugged the bodice of the dress up higher “This dress does make my ass look good though” you smirked, twisting to show off all the work the dress was doing.

“You can say that again” Tommi whistled “Still doesn’t beat dress number 3 though”

“Yeah same, that one’s my favourite” you agreed “How many more are there?” you asked glancing over to the large box which she’d sent over to you containing all the different dresses.

“Just two more” Tommi answered “I know 7 is a little overkill but I just wanted you to have a dress you definitely liked, especially as my maid of honour”

“Yeah, yeah I know it's okay” you sighed tiredly, scratching your forehead “So is this going in the no pile?” you asked dropping your arm to gesture at the dress you were currently wearing.

“Yeah let's ditch that one” Tommi confirmed with a nod of her head.

You let out another long tired sigh before stepping away to undress and put on the 6th dress.

“Hey is everything okay? We can call it a day if you wanna?” you heard Tommi call out.

You shook your head and stepped back into frame “Nah it’s alright, just been a long week that’s all”

“It’s Wednesday” Tommi frowned.

“Exactly a long ass week” you grumbled as you step back, take off the dress and toss it into the no pile with the 4 other dresses.

“Not as fun working with your dad as you thought?” Tommi asked as you changed into the sixth dress.

“No it’s not that,” you said zipping up the dress and stepping back into the frame “Chris has just a bit… I dunno…”

“A dick? Asshole?” Tommi supplied making you shake your head.

“No, not really, a bit dickish but not majorly” you defended.

Tommi frowns “Right… so what’s happened since Sunday and now?” she asked.

“Well apparently he didn’t realise I was the coach’s daughter, got all pissed that I’d hidden it from him” you explained.

“Did you?” Tommi frowned.

“No, well I didn’t outright tell him who my dad was because there wasn’t really the opportunity but I gave him enough to connect the dots, I assumed he already knew” you explained with a shrug of your shoulders “Yeah I should have probably made it clearer but who cares who my dad is? We’re grown adults!”

Tommi nodded “What else did he say?”

“That he wouldn’t have slept with me if he’d known, all because my dad said no one on the team is allowed to date me” you sighed.

Tommi took a deep breath as she nodded her head slowly “Well… at least you cut it off before it got any further, one time can be played as a mistake” you just hummed in response, not quite willing to admit that you still offered him more “wait, what did that hum mean?” Tommi asked and you cursed under your breath.

“Can you stop it with your empath vibe checker thing” you groaned in annoyance rolling your eyes.

“It’s not that, I’m just know you too well, so c’mon get it out otherwise it’ll just fester,” Tommi said with a knowing look.

You let out a long sigh as you repositioned your laptop so you could sit down on your bed “All I did was point out that my dad said no dating, and casual sex isn’t dating”

“No but it’ll get messy if you keep seeing him, I’m sorry but I agree with Chris on this one, you need to move on a find someone else” Tommi said gently.

“I know but fuck I just can’t seem to stop myself from thinking about him, it's like I’ve got this itch that only he can scratch” you explained.

“I think you might need to get that checked out” Tommi smirked pulling a snort of laughter from you.

“You know what I mean, there’s just something there like a magnetic force that keeps pulling me in and I know I shouldn’t but the words were just out of my mouth before I could stop it” you told her.

“I get that” Tommi nodded “but maybe you just need to find someone else to scratch that itch, someone where the possibility of it blowing up in your face is smaller” she suggested.

“Yeah, the team are playing at home again this weekend so I could probably find someone after the match again” you hummed as your fingers mindlessly fidgeted in your lap “It's just… I think what my mind keeps coming back to and part of why I feel that pull is the way Chris has behaved suggests he’s a really good guy”

“Even though he was a bit of a dick after he found out?” Tommi frowned.

“Yeah, but it must have been a bit of a shock to find that out so it’s gonna be justified, and you know he cares about what my dad thinks, anyone else who was a dick wouldn’t have cared, he does” you explained “which just makes me think it might not blow up in my face”

“Yeah… that is true but it still might and even if you did end things amicably there’s still gonna be that awkwardness and do you really wanna risk that?” Tommi said with a gentle sigh “Look I think right now you just need to focus on you, and your job and just be happy with yourself, do what you want”

“Yeah maybe you’re right” you admitted despite it feeling so, so wrong, especially since what you wanted was Chris.

“You’ll find someone else, someone who’s not a dick and isn’t gonna cause unnecessary drama,” Tommi said with a reassuring smile.

You nodded “Thanks Tommi,” you said before standing back up “This dress is a definite no, it digs in when you sit down and while I plan to do a lot of dancing at your wedding, I can not not sit down”

Tommi let out a loud laugh nodding her head “Okay, another one for the no pile, so unless number Seven is a miracle dress, number three it is”

“They do say three is the magic number” you winked making Tommi laugh even louder.

Like predicted dress number three was the winner so you packed the rest back into the box ready to be shipped back to Tommi so she could return them. The two of you then ended up spending another hour or so catching up, talking a little more about the wedding before you finally had to call it a night.

You felt exhausted when you climbed into bed. Today’s training session hadn’t gone well at all, all the players were playing well individually but their cohesion was gone. They were a completely different team than what you saw on Saturday. It meant more minor injuries were cropping up like jarred fingers that needed strapping.

Chris seemed to be the worst though as he missed countless number of passes and tackles, it was like his mind was switching off periodically. Part of you wondered and maybe hoped it was because of you. That maybe you were on his mind just like he was on yours. Another part of you was worried if that was the case because Chris was right about needing to focus on the Championship.

Despite how tired you were you just couldn’t get comfortable and your mind just wouldn’t turn off. Chris was once again on your mind, first you were just revisiting the encounters you had and wondering how you could have played them differently. Which then turned into daydreams about what you’d do and say if something similar happened again, which just turned into straight-up fantasies.

Fantasies like what if Chris had taken you up on that offer in the medical room. Would he have bent you over the medical bed and taken you from behind? Or would he have lifted you up onto the counter and taken you there? You honestly couldn’t decide which you’d want more.

If he took you from behind you’d feel his hips slapping against your ass, he could take full advantage of your ass, grab it, spank it. He could wrap his hand around your hair, tugging it, pulling you back to make the angle even more delicious.

If he took you on the counter though, he’d have full access to your chest again. Your top would be ripped off as soon as possible, your bra discarded too. One hand could grip your hip to keep you where he wanted, the other would be massaging and squeezing your breast. His callused fingertips playing with your peak, pinching and twisting. He’d give your other breast equal attention with his mouth, using his tongue and teeth to pull you to your peak.

You could feel the heat pooling at your core at just the thought of Chris. You tried to just think it away and not scratch that itch but it was impossible. Soon enough your hand slipped under your sleep shorts and you felt just how turned on you were just at the thought of him. You couldn’t recall a time you’d been this turned on at the thought of someone.

Just the feeling of your fingertips running up and down your core brought relief while also making the pressure ten times more intense. You increased the pressure, bringing your fingers up to your clit, swirling them around the sensitive nub, gasping when you pinched it between your fingers.

Feeling the needy ache inside you, you slipped your fingers down to your entrance, biting your lip to hide a moan when you slipped your fingers inside yourself. You knew almost immediately your fingers alone would not be enough. You gave yourself a few pumps, pressing the heel of your palm against your clit but it just wasn’t enough. You needed the thickness of Chris’ fingers, the thickness of his cock.

In desperation you grabbed your vibrator from your drawer. Your shorts thrown haphazardly across the room to give you more room to work with. You instantly turned it on and pressed it against your core, a moaning curse escaping your lips. The memory of Chris doing the exact same thing played in your mind, the way he teased you and made you beg.

The memory alone meant you were precariously close to the edge when you finally pushed the vibrator inside. Usually, you found yourself still having to work yourself up, only ever finding your peak with the highest setting, but just the thought of Chris had you nearly coming on the lowest.

You wanted to find relief, but you needed this to last longer. You took a couple of calming breaths, bringing yourself back down from that cliff edge. When you felt ready again you began playing with yourself once more, hands roaming over your body.

Your mind kept coming back to Chris which just made your need even more intense. So much so that even though you wanted to pace yourself you turned up your vibrator to a higher setting, a loud moan escaping your lips when you did so.

Not knowing how thin your walls were and not wanting to disturb your neighbours you rolled over onto your stomach so your pillow could muffle your moans. The new position did wonders as you then pictured Chris taking you like this, the way his weight would push you down into the mattress as he pounded you from behind.

Your hips instinctively bucked up off the mattress as if he was there, as if you were moving to meet his thrusts. Your fantasy was so vivid it was like you could feel his presence in the room, smell his aftershave in the air.

You moved up onto your knees, head still against the pillow as you picture him lifting your hips up. His fingers leaving marks on your hips as he gripped onto you. You once again turned up the intensity of your vibrator, your whole body moving as you pumped it inside you, chanting Chris’ name like a prayer. The chanting became a scream when you hit your peak, the noise drowned out as you buried your head in your pillow.

Your legs felt weak so you rolled back onto your back, your chest heaving as you came down from your high, the vibrator still buzzing inside you. The image of Chris hitting his own peak flashed through your mind. The moan that escaped his lips, the blissed-out look on his face. You were caught by surprise when a second orgasm rolled through your body just because of the mental image of Chris hitting his peak.

When you finally recovered you quickly turned your vibrator off and set it aside. Your chest was still heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You had never had an experience like that on your own, never been able to give yourself two orgasms. You knew it was all because you were picturing and wanting Chris.

Even though you agreed with Tommi that pursuing something with him could lead to disaster, you knew that even if you did find someone else you’d be comparing them to Chris and it would just lead to disappointment. Chris had officially ruined you.

Chris was screwed. So, so screwed. All week he’d been off his game, at first he could blame it on his sore leg holding him back but thanks to your stretches that was sorted by Tuesday. He had no excuse for the rest of the week.

In the gym sessions, he wasn’t able to work at his usual level, benching far below his average. When he got questioned on it he just lied and said he was playing it safe this week. When truthfully he wasn’t physically able to lift any heavier.

In training sessions when they went over drills he wasn’t able to hit as hard or take as many hits. His passes were slow or off target leaving the rest of the team to pick up the pieces. He could see the frustration on their faces when they had to scramble to collect the ball, he understood how they were feeling because he was feeling it too.

He tried everything he could to get his head back in the game. He stayed late in training sessions, running drills solo. He tried meditating to clear his mind but it was impossible because there was always one thing on his mind.

You.

Even when he didn’t see you at training you would find a way back into his mind. His mind kept going back to when he confronted you in the medical room and despite how pissed he was he was one move away from initiating round two. Your offer replayed in his mind, reminding him of the loophole, tempting him.

He couldn’t give in to temptation though. There was too much on the line for that. Every time he considered it he just told himself that he needed a release. It was worse at night when the world was quiet and his brain could get loud. So every night he found himself jerking off to give him that release he was clearly craving. He’d try not to picture you but it was near impossible, each time he’d picture a new fantasy each one getting more vivid and intense than the last. So much so that last night even after he brought himself to orgasm he still felt the intense need for release.

He just hoped that on gameday everything would click back into place and he could focus on the game. As he walked into the stadium he followed his usual pre-game routine. He had his headphones in, head down as he walked through the corridors to the changing room, ignoring the photographer who was capturing the team's arrival.

In the changing room, he kept to himself as he changed into his kit. He was lucky that he was even picked to play following his awful performance, he hoped that it was because Coach Y/L/N still believed in him and not because he wanted to lie about an injury during training.

Once he was ready he just sat in his cubby and mentally ran through drills, picturing the Chicago Knights recalling all their weaknesses he’d noticed during analysis sessions. As the rest of the team arrived he gave them small nods of greeting before returning his mind back to the game ahead.

When it was time to go out onto the field he felt more confident than he did this morning. He had yet to see you though which he worried was the reason why. He knew he’d regret it but when he walked out onto the pitch he glanced over to the bench and that’s when he saw you talking with the other medics. He managed to catch your eye, he watched as you studied him for a moment with an unreadable expression on your face before returning your attention back to your conversation.

Your complete dismissal of him left a strange feeling in his stomach. He was fighting the urge to walk over and say something. He didn’t know what he wanted to say but he just knew he wanted to be next to you. Thankfully he was snapped out of that train of thought when Ari slapped him hard on the shoulder.

The confidence Chris had built was all but gone when they started warm-ups and drills. He wasn’t playing as bad as he had during the week but he wasn’t playing well at all. When he went aside to practice his kicks his accuracy was completely shot. Angles that he usually found easy were now near impossible and he could hear the murmurings of the crowd behind him.

When warm-ups were done the team gathered for their usual huddle. While the coaches gave their usual talks Chris worked on emptying his mind, so much so that he didn’t notice it was his turn to talk until Jensen patted his shoulder to get his attention.

“Sorry” Chris muttered shaking his head “We’ve had a tough week, all of us, some more than others, but we need to put that behind us and focus on the here and now” Chris started looking around at the team “we beat the knights earlier this season on their turf, we can beat them again on ours, think positively and think clearly, they’ve got something to prove so they’re gonna hit us hard so be prepared, we can win this and we will win this,” he said trying to convince himself more than anything.

Thankfully the team didn’t seem to notice his lack of confidence as they nodded along and did their usual cheer in confirmation before heading back into the changing rooms ready to start the match. As Chris followed behind them he once again spared a glance in your direction, you met his gaze once more but instead of looking away, you gave him the smallest of nods. Chris was surprised to feel it settle him slightly, he didn’t allow himself to think about it though as he shook his head and walked back through the tunnel.

Any confidence Chris had that the team were gonna win this match was shredded pretty quickly into the first half and it was all Chris’ fault. The other players were playing well, they’d taken what he said on board and put everything behind them, it was him who was letting them down.

He missed so many passes, fumbled the ball and knocked it on. So far almost all the penalties in the game were because of his mistakes. At one point he seemed to almost completely switch off and missed a tackle allowing the knights to break free, if it wasn’t for Johnny’s speed and tap tackle they would have scored.

He was bringing the team down with him, any play he tried to make was the wrong call. He was making poor choices and the scoreboard reflected that. All he could hear was the crowd complaining whenever something went wrong.

Needless to say, Coach Y/L/N was not impressed when it was finally half-time and the team made their way back into the changing rooms. Chris had only just sat down in his cubby when the coach marched in, a look of thunder on his face.

“What the hell is going on out there Evans!” he demanded.

Chris tried to find a reason to explain it all but he couldn’t so he just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head “I-I dunno coach, I’m sorry… I think I’m just in my head” he apologised.

“It’s not good enough Evans! You’re off for the rest of the match, Levinson you’re captain for the second half” Coach Y/L/N ordered.

“Yes sir” Ari muttered glancing over at Chris whose jaw had dropped.

“No sir I’m fine! I’ll play better I promise” Chris reasoned not liking that he was being dropped mid-game.

“You’re lucky you even played today Evans and you know it!” Coach snapped “We need to win this match and then we have a two-week break, use that time to get your head on straight, I don’t care how you do it, just sort it out”

Chris let out a defeated sigh and nodded his head “Yes sir”.

Chris zoned out for the rest of the team talk, just shrugging on his jacket to keep him warm just in case he needed to go back on. He doubted it though, the only reason he’d go back on now was if there were enough injuries that the coach had no choice.

Once half-time was over Chris followed the rest of the team back out, except he took a turn to sit down on the bench instead of following them onto the pitch. He let out a long sigh as he sat down he glanced over to the side and saw you stood with the other medics ready to run on at a moment's notice. Chris instantly shifted in his seat knowing you were now only a short distance away from him. This was gonna be a long second half.

You usually watched a match pretty intensely because you had to spot when a player was stubbornly trying to play on when really they needed some medical attention. But today you refused to take your eyes on the pitch unless you absolutely had to. Mostly because all you could feel was Chris’ eyes on your back and you didn’t want to find out whether he was glaring daggers at you or not.

He was seriously off his game and you couldn’t help but feel like you were to blame and you didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, you really didn’t want him to be off his game, and you didn’t like that you were the reason especially if it was pissing him off. But… on the other hand, a part of you liked that you had gotten into his head, that you were affecting him as much as he was affecting you.

Curiosity got the better of you and you glanced over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. Only to find him watching you with his jaw clenched and shoulders tight. The look on his face was not one of want it was one of irritation. Yep, he was pissed off at you, curiosity killed this cat so you whipped back around to focus on the game.

Thankfully there were only 20 minutes left of the match and you could head home and get away from this. There was definitely no chance with Chris and you needed to accept that fact. If it required a pint of ice cream and a gallon of wine then that’s what you’d do.

You were just making your non-break-up-break-up recovery plan when you noticed Johnny get up from a tackle limping. You grabbed your bag and ran onto the pitch to meet him and made him sit down to get the weight off his leg.

“Hey, hey sit down before you make it worse” you said wrapping your hand around his arm to stop him.

Johnny flashed you a lopsided smile before nodding “Sure thing” he agreed sitting himself down “It’s my ankle, just needs strapping”

“Sure not a problem,” you said passing him a water bottle before grabbing some tape from your bag.

As you worked you could feel Johnny watching you and when you glanced up you saw his trademark boyish smirk “I have to say you pull off that orange medic bib well, not many do” he said.

Your eyes narrowed as you studied Storm “What are you doing?”

“Flirting with you,” he said without missing a beat.

“Did you not hear my father’s warning?” You asked him returning your attention to his ankle.

“Oh I did, but Evans is off his game and jealousy never fails to give someone that push” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders “We’ve got a championship to win, we don’t need a Captain who’s distracted because he’s not allowing himself the action he wants”

You swallowed nervously “he told you about that?” You ask trying not to sound too scared at the prospect.

“No it’s none of my business, I’d just heard he’d left the bar with a girl last weekend, didn’t know it was you until I saw the look on his face when you walked in on Monday” Johnny explained.

“What look?” You asked tilting your head slightly.

“The look of running into a hookup unexpectedly, trust me it's a look I know well, I also know the look on your face whenever you look at him,” Johnny said pointing at you.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” You scoffed.

“The one that says you’re lost in whatever dirty daydream he’s currently starring in,” Johnny said knowingly.

“Yeah well he’s made it pretty clear that it's not gonna happen” you huffed as you put the tape back in your bag and passed him a water bottle.

“Nah he’s close to cracking, trust me” Johnny said with a shake of his head “So tell me do you want to get into bed again with the captain?” he asked with a knowing look.

You bit your lower lip as you considered it. The voice of Tommi flashed through your mind telling you it was a good idea that Chris cut things off. You can’t get hurt if you don’t get involved. But no matter how many times you told yourself that you just couldn’t get the craving to go.

“Yes,” you whispered nodding your head.

The grin on Johnny’s face grew “So let me help you, and in turn, help the team” You don’t say anything except arch a brow and a lopsided grin grows on his face “all you need to do is laugh, smile at me and maybe send me on my way with a touch to the arm”

You glanced towards the sidelines where Chris was watching from his spot on the bench. Even from this distance, you could tell his expression was stormy and it wasn’t because he’d been taken off early. His gaze was set solely on you and Johhny.

“Alright, deal,” you said holding out your hand to help Johnny to his feet.

“Perfect, and in return you can give me the number of your sister if you have one” Johnny smirked.

You laughed at that “I like you Storm but even if I had a sister it would be a no” you chuckled.

“Hot single friend?” He asked hopefully making you laugh even more, not even needing to fake it.

“Focus on the Rugby,” you told him, touching his bicep as you stepped away back towards the sideline.

As you walked back your gaze met Chris’ whose face had turned even stormier. He quickly adverted his gaze, only to glare daggers at Johhny. It was a good thing that he’d been taken off because by the look in his eyes, he’d probably tackle Johnny himself.

Thankfully for the team, the Bears managed to claw back the scoreboard and beat the knights so the team were in high spirits when they returned to the changing room, with the exception of Chris who was still being broody.

You were stood in the corner with the rest of the medical team while your dad gave his usual post-match speech and they all celebrated. When there was a break you caught Johnny asking you to come over to his cubby with a beckoning finger.

“Hey what’s up? Ankle okay?” you asked him as you crouched down to examine his ankle.

He pulled it away though and leaned forward so he could whisper to you “It's fine, ready to execute phase two of our plan?”

“Phase two? I didn’t realise this was a multiphase plan” you said tilting your head.

“We’ll use as many phases as needed” Johnny smirked “So what’s gonna happen is I’m gonna loudly invite you out to celebrate with us tonight”

“Like a date?” you asked.

“Sure, but you’re gonna turn me down and say maybe another time” Johnny explained.

You let out a small snort of laughter “Are you sure your ego can take that?” you smirked.

“It's a risk I’m willing to take, all we’re doing is confirming to Evans that he still has a chance but he has to act fast” Johnny elaborated “You’re gonna say that all you want is a night at home”

“So he knows where to find me” you realised.

Johnny winked “Exactly, so get yourself home and put on some of your cute cosies you girls have, the ones that say you weren’t expecting visitors but will still send his blood south” he smirked.

You let out a loud warm laugh at that, shaking your head at him “I like you Storm” you chuckled happy to know you had at least one friend on this team.

“Everybody does, now you get home and get some” Johnny winked.

As soon as you could you made your way home. You figured you had a bit of time to have a shower to freshen up and make sure you were ready for if and when Chris decided to show up. You then did as Johnny said and got into your best-looking cosies which consisted of a fluffy crop top and leggings.

Then all you had to do was wait.

And wait. And wait.

You waited for so long that you were really starting to doubt Johnny’s plan. What if Chris had decided to go out with the team? Would Johnny try and convince him to go home? What if Chris decided to find someone else, did what Tommi suggested you do?

You needed something to drink. Opening the fridge you let out an irritated groan when you discovered that you were out of beer, all you had was a bottle of white wine which was not your preferred drink. It would have to though so you grabbed the bottle and poured yourself a large glass.

Walking back to your couch you took a healthy glug to try to calm your nerves. You set it down on your coffee table so you wouldn’t drink it all in one go as you sat down, your leg bouncing nervously. Picking up your phone you considered maybe texting Chris, maybe you could phrase it in a way that looked like you were just checking if he was okay.

Before you could even think any further on that you heard your intercom buzz. You swallowed nervously and rose from the couch and made your way over to the intercom, taking a deep breath before pressing the button.

“Hello?” you said simultaneously hoping it was and wasn’t Chris.

“It's Chris… we need to talk” Chris responded making you breathe out a sigh of relief, at least you thought it was relief.

“Sure, c’mon up,” you said buzzing him in.

You didn’t hear anything else from him to suggest he was actually coming up but nevertheless, you opened your apartment door and waited for him. As you did so you nervously wiped your hands on your leggings hoping you didn’t look as nervous as you felt. What if he was still pissed? What if he thought you were trying to get with Storm as was here to tell you to back off?

When he finally came into view you had to swallow and tell yourself to behave because he looked that good. He had clearly showered but not bothered to reapply any hair product because his fluffy brown hair was disheveled. He wore a navy zip-up hoodie which was a size or two too small going by the way it clung to his biceps. But his grey sweatpants were the real killer and you had to mentally remind yourself to look at his face.

Neither of you said anything as he stepped inside your apartment, his hands buried in his pockets. You barely moved after shutting the door, just watching as he stood there looking around at your apartment.

“Less boxes” he finally said, his eyes finally finding you.

“Yeah… thankfully” you said struggling to find anything else to say, the atmosphere quickly becoming awkward “Do you want a drink? I don’t have any beer, but I have wine” you said looking for an out, pointing at your wine glass.

Chris shook his head “i’m good… you’re not expecting anyone are you?” he asked clearing his throat.

“No, I wasn’t, I’m not” you told him taking a couple of steps closer.

Chris nodded his head pursing his lips “Just figured you’d invited Storm over” he said.

His tone made your hackles rise, putting you on the defensive “Would it be a problem if I had?” you stated making Chris clench his jaw “Because you know we are two consenting adults, we don’t need permission to do what we want, we don’t need your permission, or my dad’s”

“Oh, so you do want to sleep with him?” Chris fired back.

“Why? Why do you care? Is that why you came here? To tell me to back off?” you demanded.

“No” Chris growled.

“Then why? Why are you here? What do you want?” you pressed walking over to him.

“I-” Chris started but you interrupted him again.

“What do you want!” you pretty much shouted.

Chris just growls surging forward, his hand clasping the back of your head as he crashed his lips down onto yours. You instantly responded, kissing him back hungrily, your arm winding around his shoulders, your other hand gripping his hoodie tightly. He in turn pulled you closer hand moving to cup your ass, a groan escaping his lips when he squeezed it.

“You’re such a bad idea” he groaned as he continued to kiss you.

“Then why does it feel so right” you murmured as you tried to tug him back towards your bedroom but he wouldn’t budge.

“Because you’re a drug” he muttered making you gasp in surprise when he turned you around, his hands placed firmly on your hips as he pressed kisses to your neck “All week I’ve wanted you, I thought I could deal with it myself but it wasn’t enough… I needed the real thing,” he said tugging your hips back into his so you could feel just how much he needed you.

“I know… I felt the same” you gasped as he slipped one hand beneath the waistband of your leggings, fingers running over your core and feeling your arousal.

“We shouldn’t do this” he murmured but still doesn’t stop, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in circles.

Your head dropped back against his shoulder giving him perfect access to your neck. Your hands gripped his arms to keep yourself upright when he nipped at your pulse point only to soothe it with his tongue.

“Don’t stop” you begged, your hips bucked up into his touch.

“I don’t plan on it” he growled as he plunged his fingers into you.

You let out a loud moan but it was silenced by his lips capturing yours once more. You all but melted into him, you would have completely fallen to the floor if he hadn’t wrapped his free arm around your waist, trapping you against him.

You came in record time, moaning his name as you hit your peak. Your chest heaved and your vision turned hazy but you were pretty sure you were watching Chris lick your arousal off his fingers which only made more flood your core. He caught sight of you watching him, a smirk on his lips as you bit yours.

Without saying anything he moved you so you were bent along the back on the couch, your leggings and underwear were soon tugged down and removed, thrown somewhere in your apartment. The anticipation was killing you as you heard Chris undress behind you and the tell-tale sign of a foil square being ripped into.

It then went silent. All you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and your heavy breathing as you waited for him to do something. After what felt like an eternity his hands ran over your hips and ass, massaging and squeezing your cheeks. He took his time, a moaning gasp escaping your lips when he decided to spank you once only to instantly soothe the stinging with a kiss.

He then kicks your legs further apart before stepping closer and lining himself up. You tried to fight back the moan at the feeling of just his tip pressing against you. He then went still and all you could hear was his heavy breathing as if he was trying to hold himself back.

You didn’t want that though, it had been the longest week in existence and you needed him now. You didn’t want him to hold himself back, you wanted him hard and fast, you needed the release only he could give you. There’d be time to go slower another time.

He must have been reading your mind or you were thinking out loud again as he then slams into you with so much force you nearly went over the top of the couch. He didn’t give you a moment to recover and you didn’t want it either because this was exactly what you wanted, what you fantasised.

“Fuck you feel so good” Chris groaned as he thrusts deeply into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly leaving his mark on you “How could I possibly think I could stay away” he muttered more to himself than to you.

His words made your back arch as you gripped the couch and ground back against him. Getting that confirmation that you had the same effect on him that he did on you was the biggest turn-on that existed.

Chris took advantage of your arched back reaching around to slip his hand under your fuzzy crop top to cup your breast. Pulling a loud moan from you as he played and pulled at your sensitive peak.

“Ch-chris I-” you moaned unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Hold on, I’m not done with you yet” Chris groaned as he placed a kiss to your spine “Not yet” he repeats when you let out a pleading whimper.

You did what you were told, trying to hold on for as long as Chris wanted you to, talking yourself back down from the edge that you so desperately wanted to jump off. You held on until it was impossible, grabbing Chris’ hand and directing him towards your clit but he pulled his hand away before you got the touch you needed.

“Ah, ah, ah, did I say you could cum?” Chris asked leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Please” you begged gripping his wrist.

“Please what?” Chris pushed moving his hand closer to where you wanted it.

“Please Chris, just please” you pleaded.

Chris didn’t say anything making you whimper only to gasp when he placed a kiss to your shoulder as he finally found your clit and brought you to the peak you were desperately chasing. You came with a loud moan your walls clenching and pulsating around him, you were so high in the clouds that you were only faintly aware of Chris hitting his peak just after you. Your only indicator being the feeling of his weight over you as he finished.

Your vision began to clear as you felt Chris pull out of you. You continued to recover, catching your breath as you heard Chris moving around your apartment behind you.

You were about to push yourself up to stand when you felt Chris’ hand run gently up your back. Looking over your shoulder you saw the gentle expression on his face as he helped you stand before leading you around to the front of the couch.

You watched as he lay down on the couch before pulling you down to lay on top of him, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. Your hand rested on his chest as you looked down at him and tried to understand the expression on his face. You knew there was stuff you needed to talk about, work out exactly what this arrangement was but you didn’t want to ruin this moment just yet.

So you just rested your head down on his chest and ran your hand over his chest “What are you doing tomorrow?” you asked quietly.

Chris hummed “nothing…why?”

You lifted your head again to look back down at him “Congratulations, you’ve been awarded membership to the most exclusive club in Boston”

A lopsided grin grew on his face “About time” he chuckled as he cupped your cheek and kissed you.

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fear — steve harrington

▸summary: you expect people to do die with honour, with bravery, with courage. you died with fear. steve can't know.

▸characters: steve harrington x gn!reader, eddie munson, dustin henderson

▸tw: angst. like, really bad. it's an issue.

▸a/n: i don't actually know what goes on inside my brain. for some reason, i just really like angst.

LOVE HURT.

IT was something that multiple people agreed upon. Steve Harrington was one of them.

The whole party had some semblance of loss somewhere in their hearts, but Steve…

It just seemed like something was gunning for him, sucking the happiness one loss at a time.

Steve had never before known what love could’ve been until he met you. There was always something about you that never seemed to leave him alone. Whether it was that stupid grin, the stupid hair, the stupid arms, the stupid hugs, the stupid sappy words. Everything that Steve missed out on was being passed onto him like he was a reject shop, which was what he felt like. You gave him love, gave him hope, gave him life even.

Then you died.

When Dustin and Eddie came back through the portal without you, Steve freaked out. When Dustin couldn’t scream the words without them catching in his throat, Steve begged him to keep them there. When Dustin said he wasn’t strong enough to carry you and Eddie was on his way to collapse, Steve screamed that he was. He was strong. He could do it. He could, he promised he could. With tears in his eyes and dirt on his face and his hand on his chest, he promised he could carry you back. With his knees on the ground and his voice lost in the wind, he promised he could.

So he ripped himself up like he wanted to rip his heart out of his body, ignoring the cries and begs of the people behind him. He had never moved faster in his life than when he was climbing into that portal, throwing open the caravan door, sprinting to the figure that lay in the dust. His voice returned as he screeched, flailing his arms to rid the area of any of the bats that might have smelled the meat, the fresh kill. There were no bats flying. They had all dropped a while ago. He knelt next to the person he had recklessly given everything to, shaking your shoulders and begging you to wake up. He didn’t stop asking the favour, even when he claimed it was too cold for you here, dragging you body upright into a standing position. He didn’t stop asking even when he began walking, praying that your legs would move the same way. They left tracks in the dirt as they dragged. He didn’t stop begging even when he screamed at Nancy to pull you through. She could feel the toll that death had taken on you. The loss of muscle, the eerie stillness. Yet, Steve still didn’t stop begging even when he said that you were safe now.

Wake up now. You can’t sleep here. You have to wake up.

Your eyes were open.

There was no such thing as peace at that moment. Nobody was blessed with the grieving silence. Steve wouldn’t let that happen. He didn’t want it to be silent, not when you loved to make noise. Not when you would laugh at his lame jokes. He couldn’t be silent in his efforts to somehow make you wake up.

Eddie sat on the ground, his back propped up against the wall. He stared straight ahead, his facial expression not changing even as there was a tear. Nancy and Robin didn’t even try forcing their faces still. They twisted and sobbed and cried no matter how hard they tried to stifle it. They didn’t want to add to Steve’s pain. Dustin was in worse shape. He didn’t know what to do. Does he hug Steve? Does he leave him alone? Does he cry? Does he stay strong? What does he do? So, he stands there. He stands there, and he cries, and Steve doesn’t see. He can’t see. The blurriness of his vision paired with the agonising pain in his brain and his heart just makes it so that he doesn’t see anything. He can’t even remember how they got your body to the hospital.

Telling your parents sucked. Steve couldn’t actually do it. He stood at one of the tables, folding clothes for the people packed in the stadium, the ones that had their houses crushed in the ‘earthquake’. He stood there, and he looked horrible. He was pale. He had bags under his eyes. He was thin. His eyes were red and his nose was raw. He couldn’t even talk properly. His hands shook. His knees trembled when your parents walked over.

Dustin had spoken to them. Told them how you died. Or, how you ‘died’. You were caught saving him and Eddie in the ‘earthquake’, and you had died. He chose to keep the fact that you had stood alone, surrounded by a swarm of bats after pushing Eddie out of the fray into Dustin’s arms.

The funny thing was, you didn’t die from the wounds from the bats. You didn’t even sustain many. Sure, you had enough that it would’ve put you in serious danger, but it wasn’t the wounds that killed you. Dustin may have been a little delirious, but he didn’t imagine you clutching your chest and dropping like a sack of potatoes. He didn’t imagine the jerk your body made as you breath caught. He didn’t imagine you dying standing up. He may not have been a doctor, but he wasn’t stupid. He was a nerd, and nerds read.

You had a heart attack. The fear had actually killed you. You had been scared to death.

That wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was when the bats began to swan dive straight onto you. That was the worst part. That was the part that got Dustin screaming himself awake at night. That was the part that pushed Dustin to drag Eddie away, away from you. You didn’t feel it, at least. Steve didn’t even know how you died. Dustin knew that if Steve knew, he’d actually go mental. So, he and Eddie swore never to tell anyone else. Not family, not the party, no-one.

So when your mother came walking over to the Harrington boy, tears collecting in her eyes as she stretched her arms out, his knees finally gave out. He collapsed in her arms, filling her ears with never ending apologies. She shushed him, sobbing. Soon, your father joined the hug, and the three of them cried over your heroic sacrifice.

Meanwhile, Dustin and Eddie looked on from opposite sides. They exchanged glances, and went back to their own work. They never had to know that your death was so out of place, that you died with that much fear. They never had to know that you had cried that you didn’t want to be there. They didn’t have to know that you had asked Eddie to take you home. They never had to know that you asked Dustin for one more hug.

Love hurt, but they didn’t have to know how much worse it could get.

They kept their mouths shut.

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Silk and Fire - Chapter 1

Read more about the series and find updates here (;

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

guest starring: jin, yoongi, hoseok

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

summary: it's your best friend's engagement party and you agree to meet everyone at the venue. however, you end up running late and in danger. fortunately, someone's there to offer a helping hand... or hands.

status: ongoing

warnings: mentions of anxiety

wc: 1.7k words

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

do not copy or translate

“Babe, you’ll look amazing no matter what you wear,” Namjoon puts his book down to look at you. “I love that dress on you,” he smiles, dimples showing.

“You’ve said the same thing about the last six outfits I’ve tried on,” you laugh.

“I am just being honest”.

Namjoon leaves his comfy reading chair and walks over to your figure. You stand in front of the mirror and stand on your tippy toes mimicking how you would look in heels. Strong arms hug you from behind, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. Namjoon has been quite busy with work lately and in moments like this he wishes he could whisk you away and take you somewhere secluded, nice, romantic, where only the two of you existed. But alas, this wasn’t that day.

In a couple of hours, you two would be at your best friend’s engagement party, who would have thought she would be the marrying kind after all? Everyone would be there, including the one friend you have never met in person. You are quite excited to meet him finally, he has been travelling around the world for the past year, and in your eight months of dating Namjoon, all the group of friends can talk about is how much they miss their group of 7.

“You smell so good, you always do,” Namjoon whispers and plants a kiss on your soft skin.

You run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to make time go still, but your eyes catch the clock by your nightstand and you jump.

“Fuck, Joon! Look at the time. I have to go to the salon, the dry cleaners, go get my shoes…”

Namjoon laughs at the way you rush around your shared house, he asked you to move in while you celebrated your 7th month together. The question came abruptly out of his mouth, but it felt right. He knew you were very special from the moment he laid eyes on you. Your looks are breathtaking for sure, but Namjoon felt an intense attraction to you because of your energy and intellect. You are sharp and smart, in a very different way than he is, and that makes him head over heels for you.

“Alright, alright… Sure you don’t want me to pick you up and get there together?”

“The salon is right across the venue, I’ll walk there once I’m done. Don’t worry, love,” you smile at him.

You should have listened to your boyfriend. You should have. Honestly, at least if he were here, you would not feel this stress. It is 7:30 p.m., and you should already be at the venue calming your best friend’s nerves. You are the maid of honour after all. But things went south from the moment the dry cleaners didn’t have your dress ready and you were far behind with your hair.

“Please just do whatever… the easiest thing. Anything! I really need to go,” you beg at the stylist, and even though she does try, your anxiety isn’t going anywhere.

By the time you finish, it’s 8:02 p.m. Your bestie sends you text after text.

Where the fuck are you?

Are you close?

Hello!????

I’m freaking out please, are you ok?

You feel too guilty and anxious to give a full explanation so you just text her one sentence.

I’ll be there in 5.

You quickly make your way out of the salon and cross the street. The night is a bit cold and windy, your cheeks hurt a little from the cool air brushing against your face. You run in your heels praying you don’t twist your ankle. As you try to look for your lipstick in your clutch, you find yourself already a few steps away from the hotel door. The revolving door activates as you step in but it stops, leaving a small space open between the glass and the entrance.

“Fuck!” you bang on the door to try and move it, but nothing happens.

A muffled voice comes from the outside. You turn around to find a cheeky smile, lip piercing, and big doe eyes looking right into yours.

“What?” your voice is louder than usual since you can’t hear him properly.

His face now comes closer to the reduced space between the glass and the entrance.

“You need to step back.”

You try to move but it seems pointless and your anxiety peaks when it dawns on you that you may be trapped here for a long time. Your breath is heavy and your palms start to sweat. Hell, your vision is blurry. The man watches you lose it in a matter of seconds, and he would be damned if he didn’t do something about it. Somehow, his large frame squeezed through the little space left, catching you before you fell to your knees.

“Darling, if you are going to get on your knees for me it better not be like this.”

You try to focus your eyes on the man that helps you stand. Your face leaning against his crisp white shirt, makeup transferring a little bit onto it.

“Are you okay?”

And now you get a closer look. His long dark hair falls graciously on his forehead and temples, the rest of it framing his beautiful face. It is a mystery how he squeezed in with those broad shoulders and big arms. Those same arms holding you in place.

“Breathe,” he gives you a warm smile.

So you breathe and try to pull yourself together, but his hands reach your waist and pull you against him. A gasp leaves your lips.

“See?” he points at a tiny red dot near the door. “That’s a sensor, if you stand up too close you might get stuck. You just need to move a little bit–” and he pulls you even closer to him, his hips slightly gracing your body. “--back,” and that does the trick.

Finally the door moves. Just as hotel employees are coming to your rescue.

“It’s okay, I'm fine!” you yell running to the elevator.

The man calmly walks after you and watches you desperately run.

“Thank you!” you yell.

Elegance. Poise. Charm. Love.

You find yourself in a small but beautiful space where ivory and gold decorate the room and the chandeliers shimmered light delicately down to the guests. You spot your best friend and her fiancé across the room. Luckily your little meltdown didn’t completely ruin your hair, so you make your way in saying your polite ‘hellos’ and hoping she doesn’t kill you for being this late.

“You look beautiful,” you hug her.

“What the fuck happened?” you can see worry in her eyes.

“The question is, what didn’t happen? Everything went wrong today, I’ll tell you later.”

“She was about to call the police and put together a search party in order to find you.”

You look at the man who your best friend decided to marry. Min Yoongi is no ordinary man. He is respectable, admirable, handsome, and the most important thing, he is husband material and perfect for Camille. He loves her dearly, erasing past traumas and filling her with acceptance and reassurance. You couldn’t be happier for them.

“I was not going to call the police, Yoongi,” she rolls her eyes.

“Yes she was,” he gives her the fondest of smiles and kisses her temple. His PDA is rare, but when it happens it is from the heart and that makes you long for the perfect man for you.

“Where is he?” you say scanning the room, and then your eyes meet his. “Please excuse me for a minute…”

Namjoon smiles as he sees you. Black shirt neatly tucked into his gray pants. His black hair parted to the side. He makes his way to you and you to him, meeting him in a tight embrace that seems to cure all your anxiety.

“I’m glad you’re finally here,” he gives you a peck on the lips. “Missed you,”

“And I missed you too!” even though you don’t see him you know it’s Hoseok behind you. You give him a tight hug. To be honest you missed hanging with Namjoon’s friends as well. They bring a certain spark to all gatherings that is hard to match.

Namjoon gives you a quizzical look.

“The dry cleaners didn’t have the dress ready on time, then my hair appointment was delayed an hour and a half, and on top of everything I got stuck in the stupid revolving doors,”

“No way…” and the most boisterous laugh you’ve ever heard in your life comes from one of the most handsome faces you’ve seen in your life.

“It did happen, Jin,”

“If it was going to happen to someone it had to happen to you,” he sweetly kissed both of your cheeks.

“Have you seen Jungkook yet?” Hoseok asks, elegantly holding a champagne flute.

“Oh is he here yet?” you ask intrigued, excited even.

“You know he likes a big entrance,” Jin adds.

Namjoon then offers to get you a drink which you accept. You stay with Jin and Hoseok making casual conversation, but you spot your saviour in the small crowd. What is ‘revolving door guy’ doing here? You excuse yourself and make your way to him, saying hello to Camille’s family as you cross the room. His doe eyes open wide and his lips curve in a smile.

“You are here,” he says.

“Yes. Why are you here? Are you following me or something?” you whisper, confused.

“Maybe I am,” he smirks and takes a sip of his neat whiskey.

“I’m okay, no need to check on me,” you do your best to smile and reassure him you are doing just fine. “Thank you, again.”

“Okay… I won’t check on you, but I will check you out,” and there’s that cheeky smile again.

Shock.

“Excuse me?”

“There you are!” Namjoon hands you a glass of white wine and puts his hand around your waist. “Ah! I see you finally met each other.”

Your eyes go from your man to ‘revolving door guy’ and back to your man.

“Babe, this is Jeon Jungkook.”

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vgilantee · 1 year

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love lost {neteyam sully}

neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan x fem na'vi!reader

requested: n/a (well... kind of. i pitched the idea to julie and she encourages me too much <;3)

words: 4.0k (this is... double the length of what i had planned oop)

a/n: the way of water spoilers i stg if you haven't watched the movie you don't get to bitch about spoilers if you read this fic listen. listen i love neteyam so much. and as much as i would like to write a canon variance fic, i also have fun writing angst. my forte is more hurt/comfort and "angsty but there will be fluff and a happy ending" because i'm a softie and a romantic but sad angst is still fun to write

warnings/tags: hurt/no comfort, implied doing the dirty, mating (sfw), death, grieving/mourning, depression symptoms, implied suicidal ideation, reader and neteyam are about 18/19 because that's how old i thought he was when i watched the movie, mostly canon compliant (whoops), SPOILERS, no proofreading we die like neteyam men

pronouns: she/her

na'vi translations:

oeyä - my (possessive) narlor - beautiful (visually) muntxa si - mate / marry yawne - beloved

From a young age, it was clear that you would spend the rest of your life by Neteyam’s side. He was your best friend, the first person to treat him as just another kid and not the first born son of the olo’eyktan.

As you grew together, the way you felt about each other seemed to grow in sync, from entirely platonic best friends, to teenagers who would sneak out of chores to kiss in the forest. One day, while leaning against his chest and feeling his fingers play with the beaded ends of your braids, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, whispering into your skin.

“Once we have finished the rites, I want to be yours,” your breath hitched at his words, “forever.” You blinked, twisting to look up at him with wide eyes. “If you’ll have me.” You rolled your eyes, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“Of course I’ll have you.” Neteyam broke into a wide smile, as if for a moment he expected you would say anything else. “In this life and the next.” If you were told as a child, that at sixteen, just days before he made his first kill, that you and Neteyam would be promising to be each other’s mates, you would have laughed them off.

Now, you were beaming at him while sat on his lap, pressing kisses to his mouth and cheeks, eliciting laughter from him as he fell back, arms wrapped around your waist.

Your parents and his had all apparently known of his plans to propose to you that evening, as they were all waiting for you in the Sully family hut as you arrived, excited that your families would become one. As Kiri swatted Lo’ak for throwing his hands in the air with a loud exclamation of ‘finally’, Mo’at guided you away from the crowd.

“Once you begin your rites, I shall teach you to use and amplify your connection to Eywa.” Her eyes were soft as she rested her hands on your shoulders. “I believe you shall become a strong Tsahik.” You thanked her with a bow, grateful that she would so willingly teach you and flattered at her compliment.

Time seemed to move both too fast and not fast enough over the next year and a half as you both completed your rites and became adults of the clan. Like his father, Neteyam became one of the greatest Omaticaya warriors, proudly taking his place at the olo’eyktan’s side. But however strong and fearless he became, his eyes always softened as he looked at you, an impatience within him to finally have you as his official mate, to be able to say he is yours entirely.

Like Mo’at told, your connection to Eywa grew, able to understand her guidance with ease. Quickly, you learned that your favourite part of being the future Tsahik was healing. Being able to help those in your clan that were injured or unwell was always rewarding. And despite her being your personal guide and teacher, you were extremely honoured every time Mo’at invited you to assist in ceremonies with Eywa in front of the clan.

Neteyam’s ceremony was performed around a month after your own, and still, he waited a week to ask you again to be his mate.

With his fingers easily weaved between your own, he guided you toward the bioluminescent clearing where he had first proposed. (And where, two short years before that, you had shared your first kiss). Neteyam held both of your hands, close enough that you could count the freckles scattered across his face; not that you hadn’t done so many times before.

“I know I have already asked you this,” his voice was soft and nervous as he spoke, “but I want to ask again.” As he drew in a slow, shuddered breath, you leaned up and pressed a kiss beside his mouth. “Will you be my mate? Would you honour me with allowing me to be yours forever?” Your eyes watered, crying despite knowing what he was going to ask, and you nodded with a smile. But still he waited, wanting to hear you say it.

“Neteyam, yes. I would love to be your mate.” He let out a sigh of relief, quick to drop your hands to grab your face and kiss you. You smiled against each other’s mouths, hands on each other and pulling each other as close as you physically could.

His hands slide down your body and grasp the underside of your thighs, lifting you so your legs could wrap around his waist. With his mouth never leaving yours, Neteyam carefully sat down and rested you on his lap, the ground lighting up under him.

“You are so breathtaking.” He whispered against your lips and you pulled away with a flustered laugh, forehead rested against his. Neteyam was never shy about complimenting you, but somehow his words never failed to cause your heart to skip and the tips of your ears to warm.

“Oel ngati kamele, Ma Neteyam.” You ran your fingers over his bicep causing goosebumps to raise as you spoke with a sigh.

Wordlessly, you reached up behind you to grab your braid that safely held your queue, pulling it over your shoulder and dragging your fingers down to the end. The soft tendrils of your queue reached for him, yearning for him just as your heart did. Neteyam mirrored your movement, bringing his queue around, and held it just in front of your own. Your eyes flicked up from your queues to meet his eyes.

Although you had loved each other since you were children, you were both still nervous that the other would change their mind.

“I am yours.” You asserted. Neteyam dropped his head forward to press your foreheads together again.

“Yours. I have always been yours.”

As your queues entangled, you sucked in a short breath, body relaxing as you watched his pupils dilate. Your heart began to race as your breaths began to match his, eyes falling closed. After years of promises and soft kisses in the dark, your souls were entwined and could never be separated.

---

You squeezed Neteyam’s hand as Tarsem’s hand dropped against Jake’s chest in a fist, cementing the change in leader and the end of Jake’s reign as olo’eyktan. The Suli Tseyeyk’itan family were leaving the clan as sky people threatened to hunt them. Revenge on Jake for something that happened nearly two decades ago. Neteyam had offered to let you stay with the clan while he left with his family. But you refused, reminding him that you were his mate, by his side forever. And if his family was in danger, you were included in that.

Neteyam pulled you up behind him onto his ikran and you easily wrapped your arms around his waist, head resting on the back of his shoulders. It was a position that you had been in before, taken on many flights by your mate from the day that he bonded with his flying beast.

But the pit in your stomach still reminded you of how different this would be. You were leaving your clan and the only family and life you had ever known. You knew that you would follow Neteyam to the ends of Pandora, but the change was still scary. You had no way of knowing what was to come with leaving your home, you had no idea what your new one would look like. Neteyam reached down and rested his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze as his ikran took off.

No two na’vi described the effects of mating the same, Eywa giving each couple a different way of connecting and understanding each other. For you and Neteyam, it seemed that it had given you both the ability to understand the deep emotions of each other. You could tell when he was stressed about the pressures of his future title and he could tell when your anxiety sunk deep into your bones. It was as if you could feel him in the depths of your being, an overlay on the edge of your soul.

So he knew, as you pressed your chest against him and felt the rush of the wind whistling past his ears, that you were afraid of what was to come. But with his hand pressed safely against your thigh, the warmth spreading from where the skin met, it reassured you that whatever happened he would be by your side and making things a little less scary.

---

Neteyam always asserted that you were the most beautiful being he had ever seen. Even as a child, there was something about you that made him smile and desperate to hear your laugh. You had swum together many times in the various ponds around the Home Tree and Ayram alusing, but watching you rise out of the ocean, flicking water out of your braids with a shake and laughing with Tsireya, he could swear that he fell in love with you all over again.

“Bro,” Lo’ak smacked his chest, bringing his attention back to their ilu training, “she’s already your mate, you can stop the lovesick staring.” Neteyam hit him back, looking back over at you to see your attention already on him. You sent him a soft wave, which he happily returned with a smile.

---

Despite Jake’s best attempt at keeping his family safe and keeping the war away, the need for vengeance from a man who was supposed to be long dead was too strong. All too quickly the sky people in their boat with their machines that killed tulkun with ease arrived.

You held onto the ilu tightly as you all raced to catch up with Lo’ak, the ocean spray whipping at you. You knew it was dangerous, leaving Awa’atlu, it was stupid and reckless but Lo’ak was determined to warn the tulkun he had bonded with.

You watched in awe as the giant creature rose from the ocean, eagerly greeting Lo’ak, who began to panic once noticing a red spear-like tracker in the beast’s shoulder. You wasted little time, standing up on the ilu and diving into the water, swimming over to help the boy pull the tracker out. Neteyam was close behind you, and he helped pull up the Metkayina teens who had come with you.

You heard Lo’ak radio their father while Kiri and Tuk climbed onto the tulkun and finally, as the sky people boat rounded the rocky bluff, the six of you pulled the tracker out.

“Go that way, I’ll draw them off.” Neteyam ordered, holding the tracker. As you opened your mouth to rebut, he cut you off. “Go with Tsireya. I’ll be okay.” You huffed at him, but obliged, swimming beside the girl and grabbing hold of her ilu’s saddle.

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You held onto the ilu as Lo’ak raced towards the rocky island with Neteyam leaning against him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, the way he wheezed with each breath. There was no way to explain it, but you could feel a heat blooming in your chest. You hadn’t seen him get shot, having been with Tsireya after she escaped the large ship, but you immediately knew, your mated connection through Eywa causing a phantom pain.

You could only watch as Spider and Tsireya guided Neteyam up to Jake, who helped them pull him onto the rocks. Jake rolled him onto his side to check for wounds before he laid him back. For a moment, he looked between you and Lo’ak who kneeled beside Neteyal, but quickly chose to take Lo’ak’s hands and had him apply pressure.

As Neteyam gasped for breath, you felt like you couldn’t catch your breath either. With shaky hands you took his, lowering yourself down so you could hold it to your mouth, staring up at him with glassy eyes.

His breaths grew shorter, more panicked, as Neytiri landed her ikran and fell to her knees between you and Lo’ak. Jake held his face as he reassured him that it would be okay, and you felt like your throat was closing. Then everything stopped, and Jake pulled his hand away from Neteyam’s cheek.

Everything sounded muffled, like you were underwater or had cups over your ears. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. It felt as though your lungs stopped taking in air and like someone was squeezing your heart. You couldn’t hear what Neytiri was saying as she shook Neteyam’s shoulders, you could only hear the anguish in her voice. You felt it in your chest as she screamed and Jake pulled her to his chest. You looked over as the sounds around you echoed to see Lo’ak staring down at his red-stained hands.

You rocked on your knees, internally pleading with Eywa to wake you up, give you a sign that this was a nightmare and the emptiness in your chest was a horrid lie. You didn’t bother wiping away any of your tears, barely noticing them as they rolled down your cheeks and met with the back of Neteyam’s hand, which you hadn’t moved from your lips in the hopes that it would twitch, that he would be alive.

Then, all at once, sound returned. And you screamed. Pained and desperate, your voice cracking. You dropped his hand and collapsed down into Neteyam’s chest, pleading with Eywa to let his heart start beating again. You could hear voices, Jake and Neytiri’s, but what they were saying didn’t register. All you could focus on as you sobbed was the hollow, empty feeling deep in your chest. You let out a pained wail as you sat up, turning to Jake as you felt his hand rest on your shoulder. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but closed it again, instead choosing to give you a soft, sad look.

You were left alone on the rocks with Neteyam as the others left to return to the ship and save the Sully daughters. You sat beside him cross-legged, and carefully pulled his head into your lap as if trying not to wake him from sleep. As gently as you could, you wiped away the blood staining his skin, wanting to erase all evidence that he was hurt, then you ran your fingers over his face, pushing his braids to the side and wiping away water and tears (both his and your own) from his star-speckled cheeks. Once you were satisfied, you gently closed his eyes.

Neteyam was always so beautiful as he slept, and you always loved the mornings when you would wake up before him leaving you able to roll over and stare at his peaceful expression. He would always get embarrassed when you told him he was pretty when he slept, the tips of his ears flushing pink.

“Ma Neteyam. Oeyä narlor muntxa si.” You pressed your lips to his forehead while you whispered to him. “Oeyä yawne. Please, come back to me. I cannot do this without you, I cannot live the rest of my life without you. You were supposed to be by my side forever.” You hiccuped as a sob broke out of you. You leaned back, staring up at the sky. “Great Mother, please. Please, do not take him from me, Great Mother.” You continued to sob and plead with Eywa and Neteyam’s heart as the boat exploded and a fire broke out.

The yellow-orange light reflected in your eyes and the tears that stained your cheeks. You barely registered the warmth, unable to feel without Neteyam.

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You swam with the Sully family, close to Jake and Neytiri as they carried Neteyam’s body toward the Metkayina’s cove of ancestors. You had no idea whether the salted damp permanently on your cheeks was your tears or the ocean as the two had long-since become one and the same. You barely ate, you barely spoke. Everything felt as though you were fighting quicksand, too much effort for you.

Jake and Neytiri had told you that you could swim his body down with them, but you refused, knowing that if you did, it was unlikely you would be able to bring yourself back to the surface without him.

You and Lo’ak stayed by each other’s side, your hand holding his in a desperate attempt to not take in a breath of water. He held out his other hand toward his brother, while you squeezed your fist to your chest hoping the pinch of your nails into your palm would let you feel more than just numb.

The glowing anemone reached out to Neteyam, pulling him down and into its warmth. His energy was being returned to Eywa. As the glow absorbed him you let out a sob, realising that he was gone. Your mate, the man who promised he would be by your side forever, was gone and had left you alone with a tightness in your throat and feeling as though there was part of your soul missing.

Once you made your way back to your marui, you returned to the place you had been laying since you returned to Awa’atlu after being separated from Neteyam; the mat you had shared with Neteyam in the corner and wrapped in the blanked you had brought with you from your home with the Omatikaya clan, the blanket that still smelled so much like your mate.

Every time you closed your eyes, Neteyam was there with his wide eyes and bright smile. You could still hear his laugh and feel his touch on your skin as you fell asleep. As you slept, you dreamt of the life you were supposed to have with him, by his side as you grew old together, starting your own family that would share the way he smiled and that look he got when he was flying on his ikran.

You let out a sob and it broke Neytiri’s heart to hear as she passed by. She had seen the way her mother suffered after her father’s death, knowing that the bond of a mate left the living feeling less than themselves. And she herself had nearly lost her Jake once, and that pain was all consuming. Knowing that pain and mixing it with the grief she felt over losing her son, she could only imagine how you felt, so young and without your mate.

Silently she entered, bowl of food in her hand. Neytiri knew you hadn’t eaten all day, and you were still a part of her family. She slowly crouched beside you and you jolted when you felt her hand on your shoulder. You sniffed, nose still blocked from the crying that never seemed to end, and looked down at the food she offered. You shook your head, having no appetite. Food would not solve the feeling that someone had opened your chest and removed your heart, the only solution to that was buried with the ancestors.

“My sweet,” her words were soft, and you looked up at her with teary eyes, “are you ready to go to the Spirit Tree?” In the weeks since his death, Neytiri and Jake asked you this question in variation every day, hoping that seeing him in Eywa would ease your grief. They had learned quickly that saying Neteyam’s name visibly broke your already shattered heart even further, even more than the question itself. Neither were sure how long it would take until you were ready, but both did their best to keep you afloat in your grief.

Every time you thought of him, it felt as though you had breathed in water, your lungs heavy and your throat tight. Your breaths came in heaves, every inhale an effort against the thick air of loss. It was rare you were seen outside of your marui, the darkness within keeping you captive.

But you surprised Neytiri when you slowly shrugged off the blanket and nodded. She blinked down at you, but quickly offered you her hand. You took it, accepting her help in pulling you to your feet, the weight on the unused limbs causing you to wobble slightly.

“I’m afraid.” Your voice was small, scratched from your tears and it’s lack of use.

“Of what?” Neytiri left a comforting hand on your back, knowing that you may collapse into your consuming grief.

“That the spirit with Eywa is from before we mated.” That was half true.

After Jake and Neytiri returned from the Spirit Tree, Jake had told you that the Neteyam he saw was from when he was younger. If you saw that version, he may not even know that you were together at all.

She hummed as your eyes itched. Neytiri knew you were hiding from her, and while she didn’t want to force your words, she wanted you to know that there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came to expressing your grief.

“And that I’ve forgotten his face.” That confession is what broke you, a whimpered sob breaking from your throat. “I see him everywhere and in everything. I see him when I sleep and I hear him when it’s quiet. But what if the face I remember isn’t the right one.” Neytiri stopped walking and guided you toward her in a hug. You cried freely as her hand ran circles on your back.

She didn’t need to speak, her presence enough. She was, in human terms, your mother-in-law, and she took that very seriously. You were her child, the mated soul of her son. Neytiri would protect you in every way she could and that included keeping you safe from self-destructing in your grief and comforting you in your fears.

You sucked in a shuddered breath and pulled yourself away from her, apologising for your tears that stuck to her skin. Neytiri waved you off and let you choose the direction to continue in: either back to your marui or toward the Spirit Tree.

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You sucked in a deep breath before bending at the waist and swimming down toward the glowing tendrils of the Metkayina clan’s Spirit Tree. The cool glow reflected off your skin and you squeezed your eyes closed as you reached behind you and took hold of your braided queue.

Eywa, please. Let me see My Neteyam again.

You were home again. Back in the deep forest, feet padding along the glowing moss. You pushed aside the familiar branches that revealed the clearing. Your clearing. The place of your first kiss, where he proposed, where you mated.

You looked around, already tearing up again (a seemingly constant state for you) at being home, when the sound of a pebble bouncing along the water met you. Your ears flicked toward the sound, and your head quickly followed.

Squatting by the pond, arm still extended from the throw, was Neteyam. You let out a short, shuddered breath at the sight of him, and you saw his ears flick.

He turned, eyes bright and smile warm, his chest showing no sign of the wound that took him from you. Neteyam was exactly as you saw him when you closed your eyes.

“Ma y/n!” At the sound of his voice, the tears broke free and his face dropped, immediately rushing over to you and bringing his hands to your upper arms. “Yawne, what’s wrong?” You shook your head, not wanting him to worry about you. He brought one hand to your chin and you leaned into it.

“I’m just-” your voice cracked, “I’m so happy to see you.” He tilted his head with a soft smile, leaning down to press his forehead against your own.

“I’ve missed you.” You felt his breath on your lips and more tears rolled down your flushed cheeks, though they were quickly wiped away by his thumb. You tilted your head to kiss him, ignoring the saltiness of the tears that stuck to your lips.

“I don’t want to leave you.” Your voice was wet with tears, and Neteyam leaned back to look at you.

“Yawne, I am always with you.” You shook your head but he continued to speak. “But you cannot stay here forever. Not yet.” Neteyam kissed you slowly, pouring out the love that he held for you and making up for the kisses you had missed since his death.

You opened your mouth to ask why not, but you felt a pain in your lungs. A pain that pulled you away from Neteyam and back to the ocean as your body begged for breath.

reblogs and kind words are always appreciated!!

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amphitritesmuse · 1 year

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Request by: anonymous

Original Request: Imagine how Namor would react to seeing Reader defend Namor and the son she had with him when Nakia went to rescue Shuri and Riri.

Pairing: Namor x Talokanil!Reader

Word Count: 1,266

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I apologize but I don’t remember exactly the conversations that happened when Shuri and Riri were held as prisoners. I saw the movie 2 months ago so my memory is kind of blank but I also changed the plot to make it interesting. I just hope you enjoy the story, nonnie! I had fun writing it 😉

Translations:

Wokol: Enter

In pixamech: My angel

In yakunaj: My love

Jump’éel tercio u bin yano’ob táan u yu’ulo’ob: A third of their kind is coming

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I looked down at my son, as he puckered his lips in deep contentment while I gently stroked his black hair. He resembled his father so much, I thought to myself as I chuckled at his attempt to reach for my fingers and bite at them. As I continued to play with him, I recalled the day when he had decided to enter this world. The sun was nearly setting and the people of Talocan were gathered around the Capital City, joining their hands together.

There was much about his birth that was truly auspicious.

He was born under the Twelfth Heavenly Abode when the Morning-star had risen at the peak of the sky or the planet Venus as these surface-dwellers had named it. This was especially significant as it was also the same day his father was born. K’ukulkan had described that the descendants of his mother’s tribe had told stories of my son’s special birth and had given him the name, Quetzalcoatl. In their honour and my husband’s, I accepted.

I sat up on the cushions of the chair, eliciting a sharp cry from my son. “Shh,” I soothed him, carefully keeping him at my breast and rubbing the small of his back. Suddenly, a distant rustle of sandals approaches my chambers and there was a soft yet urgent knock at the door.

“Wokol,” I announce and Izel, my maid, rushed in. Her features as pale as alabaster and her dark eyes held fright.

“My Lady,” she greeted, “the Wakandans have arrived. They are being held in the prisons near the King’s Cave. Though, there is no one in their attendance.”

I frowned at her words. “What of the King? He is not overseeing this matter?”

Izel momentarily hesitated, wringing her hands together, nervously before she replied. “That is right, my Lady. However, I fear that the prisoners may be plotting their escape as I heard of a third Wakandan arriving soon. Possibly to aid them in their escape.”

My lips twisted into a sardonic smile while holding up Quetzalcoatl in my arms. “Then it is only proper that we greet this newfound guest. Shall we go introduce ourselves and say hello, in pixamech?”

My son squeals and throws his hands up and I walked to Izel, placing him onto her arms as we walk out the door.

I held a basket of guavas, papayas, custard apples, and mamey, while Izel walked next to me with my son in her arms and the other servants brought the other snacks. As we approached the Wakandan prisoners, we placed the baskets down and I reached back for my son.

“What is all this?” One of them inquired.

“A few snacks.” I reply, with a quick calculating glance. “I thought you’d be hungry since you’ve come a long way and I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“We haven’t come here as guests of the King, we were captured by your people and now, being held as prisoners.”

“Well, that could change if Wakanda decided to become allies with Talocan.” I approach the prison cells and look to the tall woman with the dark eyes and willowy neck. I smiled, “You must be Shuri, the Princess of Wakanda and heiress to its throne and your friend, Riri Williams, a surface-dweller.”

“I see you have been well informed,” Shuri says while her friend, next to her, rolled her eyes in pure annoyance.

“Just because I live in an underwater city does not mean I am oblivious as to what occurs in the Surface world.” I smiled sweetly, and suddenly, my son began to squirm in my arms. I look at him to see if he is alright but he is pointing behind me with a big grin gracing his face.

“In yakunaj,” I hear my husband’s voice and when I turned to see him, he held a look of bewilderment. “What is going on?”

“Jump’éel tercio u bin yano’ob táan u yu’ulo’ob,” I warn, ominously as my husband’s eyes travel to the prisoners. He moved towards them, each step echoing within the halls of the prison.

“I believe I have made a grave mistake in placing my trust in you.” K’ukulkan spoke, his voice becoming enraged by the second. Shuri narrowed her eyes while beside her, her friend shifted uncomfortably.

“We have done nothing -”

My husband snapped as the blood rushed to his face. “Oh, but you have. I hear that another one of your people is breaching the passage to my kingdom. I had truly thought we were coming to an understanding solely in the interest of our people but I have come to realize that all this had been fiction. You were simply feeding me lies and conspiracies to keep me from knowing your true intentions - to poison my kingdom.” K’ukulkan hissed in mock approbation.

“You are clearly mistaken,” a voice echoed through the halls. We all turn to face a woman in a chartreuse green armour holding ring blades. She looked between us and her face a mask of agony and anger. “We have not come to in the purpose of harming your kingdom. I can understand how you must be feeling. Wakanda was once the seat of complete power. Our supremacy was unchallenged. And now the King has died. As has the Queen Mother. ”

“And I’ve come here,” she continued, “for the sole purpose of taking the only heir to the throne back to Wakanda. With or without a fight, I will leave this kingdom with her.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

I quickly kicked the blade ring out of her hand and the Wakandan reached to coil her fingers around my throat and I lashed out instinctively with a sudden, hard punch to her face that made her rock backwards and let go of me. She winced in pain but charged towards me.

Though, before she could hit me, I aimed my fist for her again. This time she dodged my hit, grabbed my wrist, and threw me over her shoulder. I managed to turn the fall into a roll to escape her reach as my heart pounded in my ears. The pounding seemed to be almost enough to drown out Shuri’s shouts and my son’s cries as I blinked multiple times to clear my blurred vision.

Suddenly, she runs at me and in a quick and puzzling moment, got a hold of my leg to twist it, but before she could, I used my other leg to kick her down. As I did so, I grabbed her left ankle and yank her down to the ground. She landed hard and yelped in pain. Before she had a chance to stand, I grab her by the throat and slam her head against the ground.

The Wakandan’s eyes widen as she attempts to free herself but I ensured that she never got that chance.

“You should have thought twice before deciding to intrude my home.” I hiss as she began to choke for air and tears stream down her face. Something told me to look to my husband and when I did, I saw him with our son in his arms and an expression of pure shock crossed his features with a twinkle of admiration hidden behind his eyes. I loosen my grip around my enemy’s neck as she began to gasp for air and cough harshly. I look between her and Shuri and made a point in addressing them both.

“It’s come to my attention that you do not know who I am. I am (Y/N). Queen and High Priestess of the Talokanil and the Second-in-Command of the army of Talocan.”

This time, I turn my attention to the intruder as she rises to her feet, still gasping for air. “Your kingdom may be crumbling but I refuse to let you destroy mine.”

#mcu #marvel #mcu namor #namor x reader #namor #namor imagine #shuri #nakia

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elliesmainhoe · 1 year

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thinking about ellie with an actor! reader 🫣like maybe reader is doing short films and indie films to start off their career. reader sometimes brings ellie to set with them and ellie can just watch them do their thing and be a certified supportive gf🫡

a bonus thought that i just thunked while typing this; what if reader gets a callback for a pretty big show and gets !! the !! part !! and it could be considered their like “breakout role”, and how proud would be :,))

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Actress!Reader

The start of your career

Supportive gf Ellie is prominent!

Comes to all of the sets of projects that your working on-

Makes you and the whole crew lunch because theirs only like ten staff

Ur biggest fan❤️

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Dragon's Blood II ~ Aemond Targaryen x Rhaenyras!daughter

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Summary: Once in King's Landing, she has a score to settle with Prince Aegon and Aemond has a toast to make( ~ 1x09)

Note: Loosely connected to this moonboard of mine. There will be a Part IV

Warning: sword fighting, mention of blood and injuries, smut, mention of war and death. Expect canon conforming tone and language. (18/21+)

Wordcount: 5539 words

Part I ~ Part II ~ Part III ~ Part IV

Part II

Previously

She did not share Jace’s or Luke’s memory from those bygone days and so she did not join them as they ran around the courtyard in excitement, retracing the sights of their old adventures.

Instead, her eyes were focussed on something else, or rather someone else. At least, until the sun darkened when his tall frame let shadow fall over her.

“Where’s Syraxes?”, he asked as he leaned against the wall beside her.

He smelled of sweat and leather, and a little bit of dragon. It was a scent she was all too familiar with.

“We came on ships.”, she explained, unable to hide her disapproval.

Her confession made his eyebrow rise.

“Preparing for your wifely duties?”, Aemond wanted to know.

That again, she thought as she fought the desire to roll her eyes.

“Daemon is still negotiating.”

“For which price to whore you out?”, he asked under his breath.

If he had meant it to sting, he shouldn’t have struck with a dulled blade.

“The fate of a Princess.”, she retorted. It was hardly anything new to her, nor was she oblivious to the duty her position required.

His hand found her waist as she tried to move away, holding her back.

“There is an armoury room,”, he mused, his lips coming dangerously close to her ear. “It’s deserted this time of day.”

She hummed softly before turning to meet his piercing gaze.

“I’m afraid, it will remain that way a little while longer.”

With that, she twisted out of his arm and reached for a practice sword, swishing it through the air to check the balance and weight.

“You want to spar?”, Aemond asked curiously, crossing his arms over his chest. "Here?"

“Oh indeed.”, she said with a smirk, taking a few steps back before turning her back to him, pointing her sword at someone else.

“Uncle!”, she called out to Aegon, who had only just arrived, offering her brightest smile.

“Would you do me the honour?”

Usually the laughter from the men at arms, the knights and squires would have set her blood to boil but now it only ever made her smirk.

The more, the merrier. After all, why put on a show if there was no one to watch?

“You?”, Aegon asked, laughing squires at his back.

“What are you doing?”, Aemond hissed.

She let him hold her practice blade as she reached into her pocket to fish out a ribbon to toe her hair back.

“Funny thing, Aemond.”, she told him, “one of your serving girls asked my mother’s maid if they have to fear Prince Jacaerys the same way they have to fear Prince Aegon.”

She turned to face him to be able to see his every reaction.

He gave her nothing. No confusion. No surprise.

So she knew all she had to know.

Tasting venom on her tongue, she nodded before taking the sword from him and facing Aegon with the sweetest of smiles.

He had been joking with his men, she knew, and strode towards her with nothing but confidence, looking her up and down.

“You want me to teach you about swordplay?”, he asked, “Well, who could say no to that? I am an expert in that regard."

More laughter rang out, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Jace flush with anger.

Don’t worry, she thought, we’ll be the ones laughing soon.

He took his own practice sword and positioned himself.

“The key,”, he began, explaining loudly, “is not to give away when you will strike.”

The emphasis he put on his hip as well as how low he held his sword made a mockery of the practice yard, earning roaring laughter from his men.

“Like this?”, she asked, leaping towards him.

He brought his blade up just in time to deflect her strike to his shoulder, but the unanticipated force sent him stumbling back.

This time, she let him catch his balance.

“You are a good teacher, Uncle.”, she mused as she stepped back, smiling. “Why don’t you attack? I hear you’re quite good at it.”

His lip twitched as he tried to strike.

She blocked it with ease, ducked away and struck the back of his leg, forcing him to take a knee.

Lucerys’ laughter rang out through the yard, cutting through the stunned silence.

She had her back turned to Aegon, but in the shiny armour of Ser Harrold she could see his every movement, and even the flashing anger in his eyes.

He ran at her, sword in hand, while Jace cried out to warn her. Now it was her that took a knee, making him strike air. Since he had passed her, it was all to easy for the flat of her blade to crack over his backside, making him crash to the floor.

Lucerys howled, while the rest of the courtyard was reduced to shocked gasps and murmurs.

Aegon scrambled back up again and charged. She jumped away and grabbed his arm, twisting it and pushing him away.

Even more enraged, he came at her again, she blocked, parried and struck, her sword cracking against his hip with such force the onlookers groaned in sympathetic suffering.

His face was as red as his backside promised to be as he charged at her again,, but an angry fighter was never a good one.

Three more strikes did she block while she made sure to strike his hips and thighs at any given chance. Which was every chance.

Aemond really hadn't lied when he told her he was a poor swordsman.

Another blow sent him to the ground again, as she, after a clinch, rammed her elbow into him and pushed him off with ease.

“Enough!”, a voice cut through the yard.

She saw Ser Criston Cole soldiering towards her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back.

“I had thought you had a master at arms on Dragonstone, not a racketeer who never heard of honour to teach you the art of fighting!”, he snarled, his face mere inches from hers.

His grip tightened until he cut off her blood flow, but she only ever met his gaze.

“They teach fighting. In battle, there is little art to it. You ought to know that, Ser Criston.”

From the corner of her eye, she could see her brother’s bemused faces.

The knight looked down at her with nothing but blatant disgust.

“It is unseemly for a woman to spar!”, he snarled.

“I am not just a woman, Ser.”, she reminded him with the sweetest smile as she reached out to pluck a piece of dust from his beard. “I am a dragon. Those measly rules don’t apply to me.”

His fingers closed around her wrist as if her mere touch burned him and brought it down with such force, she feared he might break it.

“Oh they do, girl!”, he snarled through clenched teeth. “And I will make you will subject yourself to them!”

The disrespect made her laugh in shock.

“Ah you will make me?”, she hissed. “Would you like to try at where your Princeling had failed?”

“A woman has no place on the sparring yard.”, he snarled and pushed her away.

Oh I’ll show you your place.

She was twisting her wrist to free itself from the pain as she closed her fingers around the practice sword a second time.

Only this time another, gentler hand closed around hers.

“Don’t.”, Jacaerys whispered. “He’s not worth it.”

Lucerys ran at them with wide, sparkling eyes.

“You destroyed him!”, he insisted. “How did you know to do that?”

“Yes, how?”, Jace asked, suspicion in his eyes.

“Practice.”, she said, making a point of not searching for Aemond who had watched their every move.

“As much as I enjoyed that, now we will look like fools compared to you.”, Luke said with a sigh.

“Aegon won’t be able to pick up another sword today. I wonder if he will even be able to sit. And Aemond won’t spar you.”, she insisted. “Train with Ser Harrold.”

She sent them off with a slight shove and put her own practice sword down.

“Won’t I?”, mused a word from the shadows.

“No you won’t.”, she said sharply, earning an amused hum.

“Aemond, they are just boys.”

“Jacaerys is your elder.”, he reminded her.

“They can't match you with the blade.”, she said. "You know that."

"And you knew Aegon was no match for you and yet you sought to humiliate him in turn."

She huffed as she met his gaze, wondering if it was a hint of anger or a flash of pride she saw in it.

"He deserved it."

There was something soothing about watching the steam rise from the bathtub.

The maids had warned her that it might be too hot, but what was mere heat for a dragon like her?

Either her bath water had to be scalding or icy cold like the salty sea on the shores of Dragonstone.

And so she had asked the serving girls to keep preparing hot water. By the time they had carried it to her rooms to add to her bath in intervals to prevent a drop in heat.

So it was no surprise when she heard the door open and close again.

Only then, she didn’t hear any further steps and so she turned, water splashing as she moved.

Aemond was leaning against the door, a slight smirk on his lips as his gaze travelled from her surprised face to her chest.

Rolling her eyes she settled back down again, letting the water come up to her collarbone.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”, she remarked dryly.

“Well you are in my home.”, he argued.

She could hear his heels drop to the cold ground one by one as he made his way over to her.

“If they saw you, you’d cause a scandal.”, she sneered, but she knew he wouldn’t care about that, so she added a little extra just to rile him up. “What would your poor mother think? And your darling High Septon? Since you’ve practically turned this place into a sept, would fucking me here make it even more sinful than it already is?”

He hummed as he sat down on the edge of the tub, letting his hand trail through the water.

“No one saw me.”, he simply said, not giving her the anger she wanted. “There are a thousand secret passageways in the Red Keep.”

“Thank Aegon.”, she mused, and the hundreds of architects, workmen and builders whom he fed to Balerion once they were done.

She leaned forward and inhaled, smelling soap and clean clothes.

“You’ve already bathed.”, she remarked.

“Would you rather I come to you reeking of the sparring yard?”, he asked.

She didn’t respond directly, but he still smirked.

“You could have joined me. In warm water for once.”

Aemond hummed the way only he could hum, as he began to undo his buttons.

She bit her lip to keep herself from smiling.

Occupied with her own thoughts, she took her eyes off him (and because she didn’t want him getting too full of himself) and so was caught unaware when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her forward until she crashed into his leg, but he only ever dragged her up further until her lips were inches from his.

It left her startled and breathless and she had to clutch his thigh for support as not to fall.

“I should cut it all off.”, he sneered almost angrily.

His breath was as hot on her lips as the steam of the water was, but she was focussed on the fire in his gaze.

“I’ll cut it off before I let some grubby Essosi fingers touch it.”

It made her laugh and although his grip still kept her head in place, she traced her fingers up the inside of his thigh.

“Do that,”, she warned him under her breath, “and I will cut something off that won’t grow back.”

He inhaled sharply as she began to stroke him through his trousers, knowing they were growing tighter by the second.

His grip on her hair loosened slightly and she moved down in the tub, resting her head against his knee while her hand kept moving up and down on the wrong side of his trousers.

“Besides,”, she mused, batting her eyelashes at him. “No one would miss it more than you.”

He'd pull it, clutch it, bury his face in it, wrap it around his hand and hold her close, only to then brush it out and braid it for her with more patience than she ever had.

With that, she moved away, leaning against the back of the tub feeling pleased at the sight of her handiwork.

Aemond inhaled sharply, as if weighing his options.

His pride or her body.

He gave her a glare as if she had insulted him and stood, but his hands moved to the laces of his trousers and she knew she had won.

Aemond had made her so late that her hair was still wet by the time they had dressed her, in a black gown bejewelled with rubies to match those decorating her hair.

She looked beautiful, yes, like a proper princess, or a prized cow, both at court and at dinner.

By now, King Viserys had become a stranger to her, but when he smiled at her, she smiled back. She loved him for her mother’s sake.

But nothing made her smile more than seeing Aegon’s limp.

Jace proved every bit the King he would one day become as he responded with nothing but courtesy, to them, and then when Aegon thought to bother Baela, a far better man when he asked Helaena to dance.

Aegon drank and drank, unable to lift his gaze, while Aemond watched them like a hawk.

“I know a place from where you’d get an even closer look at my brother.”, she teased, making him glare at her.

“Or are you too afraid we’ll embarrass you in this kind of spar too?”, she asked, nodding to Aegon.

Without another word, he got up, pushing his chair back with a screech as he grabbed her hand.

“If you want something,”, he hissed into her ear as they took their positions not far away from Jace and Helaena, “ask!”

But where would be the fun in that?, she thought.

The song they played, a four-step, which meant that it could be danced by two couples as well as one. It was Helaena that initiated it. They stood across from each other, moving to one side, then the other, a step forward, two steps back.

Then it was time for the men to release them as Helaena and her met in the centre, their palms touching as they circled around each other.

She was beaming from ear to ear, as her skirts swirled with their turn for the other direction.With that, they returned to their respective partners, stopping in front of them.

“She seems to enjoy herself.”, she told Aemond.

“She likes to dance.”, was the only reply she got as their hands touched in the space between them.

“So here we are.”, she mused as he spun her under his arm before dropping his hands to her waist and lifting her up at the same time Jace lifted Helaena. “Us two, the only spinsters.”

He glanced down at her.

“Until you are sold off.”, he snarled.

“For the high price of a fleet and prosperous trade. I can live with that.”, she insisted. Either she’d marry Jace, or she’d be married off for the security of Jace’s kingdom.

“Dragons are worth more than ships.”, he reminded her as they swayed from side to side again.

“But worth more than peace?”, she asked, so close she could smell him, his rough, calloused hand holding her own and his lips - Suddenly her throat felt thick and she glanced down. “Let’s not talk of things we cannot change.”

“You’re not married yet.”, he reminded her as his hands went to her waist once more.

“Do you plan on stealing me away?”, she asked just as she took her place at his side, ready to approach Jace and Helaena once more.

“Can’t steal something that already belongs to you.”, he argued, not minding that they were so close both of their siblings could hear.

Her answer had to wait until they stepped back once more.

“I don’t belong to you. Or anyone, but if it were up to me-”

“Uncle!”

Lucerys voice cut through the music as he stood, his eyes locked on Aemond.

“They’ve brought something for you.”

She followed his pointed finger to the tray that had just been brought in and her heart sank.

“Aemond!”, she hissed under her breath but he left her standing as he strode towards the desk.

His eyes meeting Luke’s, he seemed to consider for a moment, before taking his goblet in his hand, but when he spoke up, his voice was calm.

Yet she knew better than to trust it.

“A final tribute-”, he said, his gaze locked on Luke. “To my nephews.”

The music stopped completely to let him speak, as he made sure to look at each in turn.”

“Jace, Luke and Joffrey - each of them handsome, wise…”

He lingered, as they all held their breaths, as if he savoured the taste.

“Strong.”

“Aemond!”, his mother hissed, but she inhaled sharply, feeling her hands clench into fists but he ignored them both.

“Let us drain our cups,”, he announced loudly, “to these three Strong boys!”

Aegon was only too eager to lift his, but her head snapped around as she heard Jace’s voice crack like a whip.

“I dare you to say that again!”, he demanded, squaring up to Aemond without a trace of fear or intimidation in his eyes.

“Why? Twas only a compliment!”, the taller man insisted with a smirk.

How she wanted to strike it right off his face.

“Do you not consider yourself Strong?”

Jace beat her too it, his fist colliding with his jaw and snapping his head around. She was already halfway there when out of the corner of her eye she saw Aegon grab Luke by the back of the neck and slam his face into the table.

In the blink of an eye, she felt a fistful of his icy blond hair in her grasp and tore him away, spinning him around and burying her knee in his stomach.

“Pick on someone your own size!”, she snarled at him as he groaned in pain, more than happy to continue what she had begun in the sparring yard.

“Enough!”, she heard someone cry as she saw Jace fall back, Aemond towering over him, his goblet still in hand.

His mother grabbed his sleeve.

“Why would you say that? In front of these people?”, she insisted.

In front of me.

She missed the first part of his response as Daemon grabbed her by the back of the dress like a cat picking up an unruly kitten, pulling her before the guards could.

He pushed her away from Aegon without much effort, shoving her in the space between Luce and Jace.

“Although my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs!”, Aemond finished, making Jace’s cheeks flush in anger as he was ready to lunge at him once more.

“Ah!”, Daemon said, his finger raised, stopping him before he could reach Aemong.

He was first staring at Jace, then her, and finally Luke.

They understood but he made sure, staring them down until they had all taken a step back, his finger still raised before he turned.

“Go to your quarters!”, her mother ordered, “all of you! Now.”

She looked to Jace, who only began to turn when Rhaena, holding Baela’s arm in one hand and Joff’s hand in the other.

Her still waited at the door, seeing first the girls and Joff out, the Luke, who glared over his shoulder and finally her.

She could feel his silent rage, burning to match her own.

They shared that, the anger, the desire to fight, to fight him if need be.

But he did not share her betrayal.

There were yet marks on her body he had made, the grip on her hips, the mark of his kisses. And now the sweet sting of passion felt like bite marks from a venomous snake and it was from them, that she could feel the poison seeping into her with every step.

It made her want to scream, to claw at them, to cut every memory from him out of her mind and body, to burn it away with Syraxes’ fire or to drown it in the Narrow Sea.

Fire, blood and the salty water would wash her clean of him.

And yet her anger was drowned in her pain, in the piercing ache she felt in her chest with every breath she took.

Jace's hand found the small of her back as he inhaled sharply.

"And to think Mother was considering to give you to him.", he whispered, his voice so low only she could hear.

Jace, Luke and her had received a scolding from their mother until their ears rang.

Today of all days.

It was to make peace. Why did you have to fight?

But it was disappointment more than anger.

They should have stood above it, their ambivalence would have made him look the fool and now they had given him just what he wanted.

If only her mother knew the truth of the words she had spoken.

In her mind, they were both toying with each other in equal measure, but what if she had been dancing to his tune along? What if she was lost on this path he had led her on?

You gave him just what he wanted.

She had done so, over and over again. Here, on Dragonstone, on their little island.

So her defeat was a heavier to carry as she made her way back to her bedroom, sending away the serving girls and staring into the darkness of the room, illuminated only by a crackling fire.

The girls hadn’t gotten to lighting the candles yet.

For how long she just stood there, she did not know, but she spun as soon as she sensed movement from the darkness, pulling out the dagger that was hidden in her sleeve.

“You can put the blade away.”, said the last voice she wanted to hear. “It’s only me.”

“Only reason to keep it drawn!”, she snarled. “Get out!”

He stepped out from the darkness, his hands at his sides and said her name as if he hoped it were a spell he could enchant her with.

“I said get out!”

“I know you’re angry-”

She grabbed one of those idiotic seven pointed candle sticks and flung it at him with full force, candle and all.

He ducked and it crashed to the floor behind him and Aemond turned to see whether it had shattered or not.

So he barely saw the second candlestick coming in time.

Cursing under his breath, he crossed the distance between them and grabbed her wrist before she could hurl a third in his direction.

Pushing her up against the wall, he twisted both candle and knife from her hands, kicking them away, as he said her name once more.

“Get out!”, she snarled, trying to kick him, but he stood so close she couldn’t gather momentum.

“I need to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

She turned her head away until her cheek was pressed to the cold stone to be away from him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”, he admitted, taking a step back.

She almost laughed at him.

“You knew exactly what you were doing!”, she snapped, using her newly reached freedom of movement to slap him.

He let her.

But once his head was facing her again, he seemed unmoved.

“Lucerys -”

“Lucerys is a boy!”, she snapped, not letting him finish. “It has been years, Aemond. Let it go!”

He always had such a keen memory when it came to that joke, except the fact that it had been his own brother who had had the idea.

Aemond scoffed and shook his head.

“You always take his side.”, he spat as if stating a crime she had committed.

“Of course I do. He is my brother. My little brother!”

She could see his jaw muscles working in silent rage and shook her head in disbelief.

How could he ask for loyalty now? After what he had done? After Aegon had attacked him? A man twice his size?

“One minute you wish to steal me away from marriage, the next you call me a bastard-”

His hand grabbed her arm, stopping her pacing.

“I didn’t call anyone anything!”, he reminded her, as if a technicality would absolve him.

She faced him headon, glaring at him with nothing but rage and disgust in her eyes and her voice trembled with suppressed anger.

“If they are bastards,”, she hissed through clenched teeth, “So am I.”

Aemond swallowed hard as he weighed his words. Still, he refused to relent.

“You are not a thief.”, he argued.

“A thief?”, she demanded to know, his words only ever stoking her rage. “And pray tell, how are Jacaerys and Lucerys thieves? They are my mother’s sons!”

“They aren’t trueborn!”, Aemond argued. “You know it too, I know you do!”

She had bit back a chuckle while he had acted so prim and proper at the dinner, praying, but it wasn’t funny anymore.

Someone must’ve had a better aim with those stupid seven-pointed star candleholders than I did.

“They won’t inherit the Iron Throne because of Laenor Velaryon.”, she reminded him. “They inherit it because of my mother. Your future Queen!”

Aemond chuckled, shaking his head and making her want to strike him.

Mocking her brothers and now insulting her mother?

She felt like she would explode with rage, when she heard the door handle click.

Giving Aemond a shove, half in the hope that he would fall, hit his head or break his arm, she rushed towards the door before it could fully open.

She imagined the guards, some servants, her mother, Daemon or Jace - but it was neither and so she fell to her knees.

“Aegon!”, she gasped, all traces of anger disappearing as she saw the tears on his cheeks.

“Sweetling, what’s wrong?”

He was in his nightclothes, clutching the blanket in his hand.

Instead of responding, he buried his face in her lap and sobbed.

“Oh my love!”, she whispered as she reached for him and lifted him up, her hand on the back of his head as she began to walk back and forth with him in her arms, as his tears began to soak her dress.

With one glance, she made sure that Aemond was hidden from view, before sitting down on the edge of her bed and placing him in her lap.

He only ever let go of her reluctantly and she began to wipe his tears away as his fingers grabbed her dress for good measure.

“What happened?”, she asked.

His lip began to tremble.

“I couldn’t find anyone.”, he whimpered, unable to meet her eyes. “You were all gone! All of you!”

With that, he flung himself at her again, his head hitting her chest at full force.

“Sweetling, we were at the feast. You know that.”

“You were gone!”, he insisted. “I was looking for you and you were gone. You were all gone and you left me alone!”

She held him until his sobs had turned to hiccups and whimpers before trying to meet his eyes again.

“Come now, Aegon!”, she asked softly, “look at me now.”

He tried to avoid her eyes and so she lifted him off her lap and crouched down in front of him, looking up at his violent eyes as she cupped his face.

“It’s alright.”, she assured him, her thumb stroking over his damp face.

“It’s not.”, he argued. “I want to go home.”

“We’re going home!”, she promised. “

“Now?”

There was such hope in his voice, it hurt her to shatter it.

“Not now, no. But tomorrow. Just one more sleep.”

He sniffled before laying down on the blanket.

“Can I stay with you?”

She smiled softly as she ran her hand over his hair. So soft. So pale.

“You can’t.”, she said softly. “I’ll take you back to your nursery.”

“I don’t like it there! The walls…they are wrong. They’re scary.”, he confessed.

For a moment she considered, but then she lifted him up in her arms.

“I know, Aegon.”, she promised. “And that’s alright. Everyone is scared sometimes.”

“Everyone?”

She nodded.

“But you can be brave too, can’t you? My little dragon.”

That made his lip twitch into the hint of a smile.

“And besides, you’ve got Viserys with you. Even you are a bit scared, you two can be brave together.”

She leaned her forehead against his.

“I promise.”

“I’ll be braver with you!”, Aegon argued, his hand clinging to her dress once more.

She kissed the top of his head as she opened the door once more, carrying him back to the nursery.

It was nearly half an hour before he was settled, only falling asleep after she had sung him a Valyrian hymn, and she returned to her chambers.

Aemond was sitting just where she had placed Aegon to sooth him.

“You’re good with him.”, he said softly.

“He is my little brother.”, she said, too exhausted to fight.

Nothing was as draining as watching her little brother’s sorrow.

“Yes, I know.”, he said defeat in his voice.

He stretched out his hand and lifted his eyes, both violet and blue, in a silent plea as he stretched out his hand.

“I’m sorry.”, he said.

She hesitated for three heartbeats before swallowing hard and crossing the room.

Leaving his hand where it hung, she stopped to stand right between his legs and cupped his face, letting her thumb brush over the scar on his cheek.

“Do you want to hear the truth, Aemond?”, she asked, though why she did not know.

Perhaps the hour was too late or too early, perhaps Aegon’s tears had softened her resolve, perhaps the blow he had dealt her at dinner made her bleed out to the point of delusion.

Perhaps she was just too tired or perhaps this game they played had gotten too complicated for her.

Perhaps she was ready to end it, even if it meant losing.

He looked almost frightened.

“If there is a choice, or even the hope of a choice, I would always choose you.”, she confessed, letting her thumb trace down to his lips.

Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena would hate her for saying that, and she could only guess what her mother and Daemon would think.

His hand found her waist as he leaned his head against her chest, holding her tight.

She allowed him, and let her hand find the back of his head as it had found Aegon’s earlier, stroking over it.

It would have been easy to stay like that, to hold him and let him hold her, to melt into his arms, his embrace, his body, to have his lips coax away the pain they had dealt her earlier.

No, she reminded herself, not just her, but Jace and Luke and Joff, and her mother too.

“But when it comes to my brothers, there is no choice.”

End

Part III

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 9 months

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Prompt: How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?

Song: You're Losing Me - Taylor Swift

For Nikolai x Reader??

Twist The Knife (In Deeper) - Nikolai Lantsov

Content Warnings: You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift. Hurt/No Comfort. Explicit Language. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Grisha!Reader

Nikolai Taglist: @hauntedenthusiasttragedy , @writingmysanity

You hear the door creak and you look up from your reading. You're hoping to see Nikolai, but instead you're met with the cold apathetic eyes of General Zoya. Her stunning beauty even in her distain does little to soften the blow that it wasn't who you hoped it would be.

"Sulking still?" Zoya asks, pushing your legs from where they rest on the table.

"It is hard for me to let go of the simple and straight fact that I am inevitably going to outlive everyone else in my life," you state, "not something I thought I would have to consider."

"You are Grisha, this is a blessing, this is one of the few blessings you can truly have in this life," Zoya says, "stop being so childish about it."

"Zoya, how old were you when you found out you were Grisha?" you ask her, sitting up.

"I was young," she says.

"Well I am not," you point out. "I am not young, I have had quite the straight forward life, everything considered," she scoffs but lets you continue, "and now... now everything I built, it means nothing."

"Nothing, you think that being..." Zoya is irritated and more so than usual and she is doing a poor job at disguising it. "This is about him?" She sighs. "You are so... you're missing the bigger picture."

"Zoya, I don't give a shit about any bigger picture," you tell her honestly. "The biggest picture I had was that ship, and him, and the life we had, before..."

"Before you were Grisha and he was King?" she asks. You glare, but you know she is right. "Get over yourself, and get into something more suitable."

"I am not wearing a kefta," you tell her.

"Suit yourself."

Nikolai catches your eyes as you walk in, there's a smile in his eyes even if he doesn't let it appear on his lips. Even at this distance the vessels of your heart reach out for him. Your love for him is animated, it is autonomous, it's reckless and it reaches for him against every reason it shouldn't. Every reason he has stepped further and further from your reach. How can you stand here and not be losing your mind? How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying? How can you stop loving someone, knowing they are? How can you love someone this much, so much it knocks you senseless, and let the wall get this high?

You guessed you have no other choice. But right now, looking at him in that beige coat, across this room filled with people, you feel like you are just not fighting hard enough.

"You need to stop looking at him like that," Zoya tells you, "you know why we are here, you know what we are here to do."

"Zoya," you say through gritted teeth, "you are beautiful, you are intelligent, you are honestly pretty scary," you gently wrap your fingers over her arm, "but I am not afraid to start with you if you don't ease up with me."

"This is-,"

"I am in love, and I can't be and it's agonising," you tell her, voice cracking slightly, "it's not my fault that you do not seem to understand that."

"I understand it, but I understand just as well that there is nothing to be done, he is the King, he has a duty to Ravka, and that comes first, it comes so far before any feelings he may have ever had for you."

"Had for me?" You ask. Zoya sighs again, and as much as each exhale sounds like bells, and each breath reminds you of summer, her charm is wasted on you, and you tire of her presence and her attitude quickly enough.

"I cannot withstand this, two bloody children honestly."

It's the darkness of the early hours, the party long died down and the last of the honoured guests gently guided away to rooms when you finally find yourself alone and in Nikolai's company, something you thought could not be true at the same time.

"Zoya thinks it would be best if you were posted elsewhere," Nikolai says, the voice of a ruler, not of the man you know, the man you love.

"You want to send me away," you state.

"I cannot go on with this," he admits, "I cannot be living for the briefest of moments in the days where I glimpse you. I cannot spend each instant counting from one conversation to the next. I cannot spend all the time waiting."

"And you think sending me away will fix that?" You won't look at him, because he isn't himself to be looked at, and you want to remember Nikolai, your Nikolai, or rather your Sturmhond, as he was. You do not want to remember him like this. "You think there is somewhere far enough away that you could send me that the distance would keep me from your mind, your thoughts?"

"There will never be distance enough to keep you from my heart," he says, "but from my life there might be."

"If you want me to go, I will, just tell me and I will."

"This is me, telling you, I need you to go."

"Well," you drag in your breath and stare up at the darkness, star-less sky and hold the air in your lungs a moment too long, long enough for it to burn inside you, "since you seem to be long gone I suppose it is only right for me to follow."

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 1 month

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Part 31

<Part 30<

All too quickly, your time at the cottage came to an end, and you were back to reality. Not that you hated it. You just didn't like sharing your husband with an entire kingdom.

After a quiet morning with Steve and a somewhat short journey back to Brook, you arrived back at the castle just before lunch. Sarah and your ladies-in-waiting stood on the stone steps, excitedly waiting for your arrival, and to share with you the news of the feast Sarah had organised for that evening to celebrate your marriage. You were thankful for their kindness, but you could tell by Steve's small groan that he was just as disappointed as you not to be spending more time alone with you.

"Do we have to attend?" You asked Steve as you looked at his reflection in the mirror of your dressing table.

Steve smiled to himself as he finished fastening the buttons on his uniform, "I'm afraid we do, sweetheart. With it being a feast in our honour and all." He looked at you and winked, making you roll your eyes playfully at him. Steve chuckled and stood behind you. He gently moved your hair over one shoulder and kissed your shoulder. "I promise, as soon as an acceptable amount of time has passed, we can sneak off together." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you blush and smile.

"Is that all you think about?" You teased making Steve grin.

"It's all you think about." He winked. "C'mon, we're late, and if I know my mother, she'll be send-" And as if on cue, there was a knock on the chambers doors. Steve let out a huff and dropped his head forward, placing his hand on hips. "Sending some for us." He finished his sentence with a chuckle.

You grinned at him. "Are we in trouble?"

Steve shook his head, "No, you're safe..." He winked at you and held his hand out to you. "Shall we, My love."

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The evening slowly dragged on. Once dinner was served and the many, many speeches were given, it was time for the merriment. You were supplied with plenty of wine to drink and plenty of music to dance to, and you weren't short of dance partners either. The moment Steve let you out of his hold, you were swept up by Dum-Dum before being past along to the next knight, then the next.

Steve grinned to himself as he watched you and the men he had fought alongside many times, men he called his friends, even family. As he watched you genuinely smile and laugh along with them, he couldn't help thinking back to her.

She wouldn't dance with his men. She wouldn't even speak to them unless it was to order them around.

He knew he shouldn't be. Not now. Not now that you were his wife, and he was happy. Steve felt his heart twist with pain. He should never have allowed himself to be bullied into marrying her. But perhaps all the pain he endured then was what was needed for the two of you to be happy now.

Natasha appeared by Steve's side and gave his arm an elbow. "I can practically see your brain about to explode." She teased, making Steve roll his eyes. She looked at him in worry, "What is it?"

Steve shook his head, "Nothing."

Natasha rolled her eyes at him, "You're a terrible liar, y'know that?"

Steve chuckled, "And how do you know I'm lying?"

Natasha smiled up at him. "Your wife is my best friend. And she was right about the cute little thing you do just before you lie."

Steve's brow furrowed as Natasha smirked up at him. "I don't do a... cute little thing."

Natasha laughed and patted his upper arm. "Don't worry, I won't tell Bucky... if you tell me what's making, you look constipated."

Steve rolled his eyes, "Now I know Y/n didn't say that."

Natasha laughed, "No... that was, Bucky."

Steve shook his head with a chuckle. "Of course."

Natasha nudged him again, "Well?"

Steve drew in a deep breath and looked back to where you and Bucky were dancing, smiling to himself. "I was thinking about Margaret."

Natasha frowned at him. "What on earth for?"

Steve let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was thinking, although for a long time I blamed myself for her affair and thought I could have been a better husband to her, I

would endure all the heartache again to be where I am now." He smiled as he looked at you.

Natasha nodded slowly. "Since finding out Pierce's involvement in everything and practically using Margaret as a pawn, in this wicked game he and Rumlow are playing, the Princess has started to feel a little sorry for Margaret... even Sharon." Natasha sighed, "She hates them for what they did to you, don't get me wrong, but she can relate to them in a way." She looked up at him. "I know the Princess, and I know she'd really have preferred for no one to have been forced into a marriage they didn't want or to kill anyone they didn't need to... but she also knows that if none of those things happened, then she wouldn't be where she is now." Natasha smiled as she looked over to you and Bucky. "I think it's time we all let go of the past, Steven. And enjoy the future."

Steve nodded. "I couldn't agree more." He turned to her and held his hand out. "Care to join me, Lady Natasha, for a dance?"

Natasha nodded and bowed to him, "Of course, Your Majesty."

You smiled to yourself as you watched Steve and Natasha dancing. "What do you suppose they were talking about?" You asked Bucky as he swung you around.

He looked over and chuckled, "Knowing Tash, she'll be teasing him about his constipated look."

Your eyes widened before you began laughing. "Of course."

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orkbutch · 6 months

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for the ficlet, what about someone getting hunted down by another character? whether it's flirty or murderous is up to you

Hot. I'm going with the obvious pair, imo.

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Shadowheart moved in near silence through the thickest part of the wilderness’ woods. She had run through a manicured portion of the forest used for hunting and foraging, too open and touched by moonlight to avoid her pursuer. Here in the dense centre, the underbrush grew tall enough to disappear into. The trees grew close and wild, their layered canopies filtering the moon until there was utter darkness.

She crept slowly, her heart beat loud in her ears. She was focused on trying to see where her hunter was. Shadowheart knew she could see better in the dark. But her hunter was tricky, unpredictable, and very motivated. She knew this had been coming eventually. Euphoria was always so wrapped up in Karlach, she hadn’t listened to Shadowheart’s warnings - hadn’t taken her seriously. But she was serious.

A glint of silver in the dark. Shadowheart’s insides lurched, but she repressed any sudden movement. But then something snapped so close to her it seemed deafening, and she launched into a sprint away from that glint of silver.

Quick and so easily, Shadowheart was swept from her feet and crushed ruthlessly against a tree. The body pinning her was sturdy as iron and warm with activity, smelled sweetly alien, like a musky flower she’d never encountered in her life. One calloused hand pinned her arm, while the other had grasped her jaw tight, and held her head twisted back.

“Le’ me go,” she said painfully, her jaw complaining at the angle it had been crushed into.

“Silence, istik. It is clear from your behaviour that this is what you’ve wanted all along. I am only answering you finally.”

Shadowheart had been antagonising her. Their spat over the artefact that night had brought things to a boil, and Shadowheart had known no matter what Lae’zel had said to Euphoria, the Githyanki would not let the matter lie so easily.

Shadowheart could only wait for some point of weakness and try to break free. Then, it would be a matter of speed. Kill or be killed. “Don’t act like you haven’t been waiting to pounce,” Shadowheart muttered snidely.

“You’re right,” Lae’zel said, her voice touched by amusement. “I would not be here if I didn’t want this. Not that you made it easy. You are painfully dishonest, even with yourself.”

Shadowheart tested moving, but Lae’zel clamped down on her like a bear trap. She frowned as she processed what Lae’zel had said. “What are you talking about, Gith?”

She was suddenly released and spun to face Lae’zel, pressed back into the tree by her shoulders. Lae’zel was in nothing but her strappy leather kit. She regarded Shadowheart impassively, and then kissed her very firmly.

Shadowheart’s brain stuttered to a stop. Lae’zel’s lips moved against hers, her tongue brushed the line of her mouth. Shadowheart’s lips parted automatically, and she was drawn into a dizzying kiss, held hot and tight against the rough bark, in Lae’zel’s immovable arms.

They broke apart breathlessly. Shadowheart stared into Lae’zel’s eyes, her thoughts lagging back to the present. “I thought you wanted to kill me,” Shadowheart said breathily.

Lae’zel’s eyebrows drew together. “We agreed to work together, yes?”

“Yes.”

“I intend to honour my word.”

“... And you thought I wanted this? From the beginning?”

Lae’zel caught her in another kiss, her hand curling over the back of Shadowheart’s neck and squeezing. It made Shadowheart’s legs tremble, some embarrassing whimper spilling from her lips. Lae’zel pulled back, infuriatingly smug.

“You wanted this.”

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kckt88 · 6 months

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Wedding & Consummation.

Summary:

The day of Aemond and Vaera's wedding has arrived.

Warning(s): Nerves, Threats of Violence, Witnessed Bedding Ceremony, Kissing, Swearing, Fingering, First Time, P in V sex.

Word Count: 2830.

Author Note: A companion piece to Arrival(s)/A Time for Grief/The Gullet & Harrenhal and the Rivers, but can be read as a one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Kings Landing was a buzz with activity. The guests were arriving, the preparations had been made and it was finally here. The day Vaera and Aemond would stand together in the great sept and get married.

Vaera was so nervous that she decided to skip breakfast, as she wasn’t sure that she could actually stomach food.

After bathing, Vaera’s maids began to help her get ready. Her hair was brushed and twisted into elegant braids and the necklace that Aemond had gifted her just the day before was fastened around her neck. The silver chain was decorated with a single sapphire, much like the one that Aemond wore.

It had been his last courtship gift to her. Aemond had designed the necklace as a symbol of their love and devotion to one another.

In turn Vaera had two identical silver wedding rings designed.

It was not customary for a man to wear a wedding ring, but Aemond had accepted her request with a smile and vowed that once she placed it on his finger, he was never taking it off.

Now it was time for the dress. The gown had been designed by Vaera, Helaena and Alicent.

It had a fitted sleeveless bodice with a modest neckline. At Vaera’s request some of the stitching around the waist had been made to look like small butterflies, which of course was in honour of her soon to be good sister Helaena.

There was even a small emblem of the seven stitched into the dress to symbolise Queen Alicent. Never did Vaera think she would become close to Aemond’s mother. But since her arrival in the Red Keep, Alicent had been a great source of comfort and support, which pleased Aemond greatly.

As soon as the gown had been buttoned and her maiden cloak tied, there was a soft knock at the door.

It was her mother.

“You look beautiful” gasped Rhaenyra as she looked her daughter up and down.

“Thank you” muttered Vaera avoiding her mothers gaze.

“I’ve come to escort you to the sept and Daemon will walk you down the aisle”.

“What happened to Lord Corlys?” asked Vaera.

“Daemon is your father sweet girl. It’s only fair that he’s the one who gives you away”.

“So, why then do I wear a Velaryon cloak. Should it not be Targaryen?” retorted Vaera.

“Your husband will give you his” snarked Rhaenyra.

The subject of Vaera’s father was a source of contention between mother and daughter as despite her many attempts Vaera would not acknowledge Daemon as her true father or even grant him the title. Which is why she had originally asked for Corlys to walk her down the aisle, he wasn’t Laenor, but he was the closest thing to him.

“I want Corlys to give me away” said Vaera sternly.

“Vaera please-“ begged Rhaenyra.

“Fine. Daemon can walk me halfway and then Corlys will walk me the rest of the way”.

Rhaenyra nodded; she knew this was the only compromise that her daughter would offer.

“Right, shall we get going. It’s almost time” said Rhaenyra brightly.

The sept was decorated beautifully, but it all paled in comparison to Aemond who was stood beside the High Septon.

He was elegantly dressed, his black tunic decorated with silver dragons and his Targaryen cloak tied loosely around his shoulders. His long hair tied back in it’s usual half up, half down style.

The horns signalled the beginning of the ceremony and begrudgingly Vaera took Daemon’s arm.

“You look beautiful my daughter” muttered Daemon.

Vaera ignored Daemon’s half-hearted compliment and shifted her focus to Lord Corlys who was waiting patiently. The sea snake smiled as she approached.

Vaera snatched her arm away from Daemon and took her grandsire’s outstretched hand.

Ignoring Daemon’s pointed glare, Corlys led Vaera towards Aemond who smiled widely as he waited for her.

“Thank you for escorting the bride my Lord. If you would be so kind as to wait for the Princess to remove her maiden cloak” said the Septon.

Vaera undid the ties of her Velaryon cloak and handed it to Lord Corlys who bowed respectfully to the Septon and resumed his seat next to Rhaenys.

“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection” said the Septon loudly.

Aemond removed the cloak bearing the colours of house Targaryen and draped it around Vaera’s shoulders.

Aemond then took Vaera’s hand and smiled as the Septon tied their hands together by a ribbon.

“In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity. Now you may look upon one another and say these vows together” exclaimed the Septon.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days” said Vaera smiling, her eyes never leaving Aemond.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days” declared Aemond loudly.

“Now you may exchange your rings” said the Septon as he removed the ribbon from their entwined hands.

“Thank you for agreeing to this” whispered Vaera as she slid the silver band onto Aemond’s finger.

“Anything for you Issa dōna ābrazȳrys” muttered Aemond as he slid a matching silver band onto Vaera’s finger (My sweet wife).

“The vows have been spoken and the rings exchanged. You may kiss your bride”.

Aemond leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Vaera’s lips. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and deepen the kiss, but he had to restrain himself.

At least for now.

The celebration after their wedding was in full swing.

King Viserys was sat at the head of the table, with a smiling Alicent and Otto by his side. Rhaenyra and Daemon were sat slightly off to the side, their heads together, the pair were deep in conversation as they kept casting furtive glances at Vaera and Aemond.

Jace and Luke, were huddled together next to Baela and Rhaena. Aegon was enjoying the great selection of wine and Helaena was sat smiling as she spoke to Daeron.

Vaera sat next to Aemond near the head of the table, smiling as many Lords and ladies came up to offer their congratulations and bestow gifts upon them, while also enjoying the food of their feast. Borros Baratheon, Jeyne Arryn, and one that seemed to linger, Dalton Greyjoy.

The young lord was similar in age to both Vaera and Aemond.

"Many good wishes too you, Princess Vaera. I must admit Princess, the tales of your other worldly beauty have not been exaggerated. Your skin is as beautiful and pale as the snows of The North and your eyes are more pretty than any purple flower that I have ever laid eyes on".

Vaera shifted uncomfortably in her seat and Aemond scowled.

"Thank you," nodded Vaera politely.

A sudden loud roar spooked everyone as Cannibal flew over the Red Keep.

“Ahh yes, your Cannibal. I’ve heard he’s an impressive beast”.

“My Cannibal is not a beast” huffed Vaera.

“His ferocious nature is well known. How is it that you managed to claim such a creature?”

“I wouldn’t expect a Greyjoy to understand even the basic fundamentals of how a Targaryen claims a dragon” retorted Aemond.

“If you ever find yourself bored of Kings Landing, you can always visit the Iron Islands. I’m sure I can find something else for you to ride” replied Dalton smirking.

Aemond slammed his fist into the table as he rose sharply from his seat.

“You dare speak like that to my wife” snarled Aemond.

“Valzȳrys” whispered Vaera (Husband).

“Remove this foul-mouthed cur from my sight” ordered Aemond.

“I would have thought the one eyed Prince could-“

SMACK!

Suddenly Dalton Greyjoy crumpled to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose.

“Never disrespect my husband again” snarled Vaera.

“Y-You broke my nose” exclaimed Dalton.

“Insult my husband like that again and a broken nose will be the least of your worries”.

“Vaera” gasped Aemond, his single amethyst eye wide in surprise.

“A kraken is no match for a dragon” exclaimed Vaera suddenly becoming aware of everyone staring at her.

“Quite right good sister. More wine I think” declared Aegon loudly as he handed Vaera a full goblet of wine and staggered away to get more.

“That was impressive” muttered Aemond as he took the goblet of wine from Vaera’s hand and then led her towards the dancefloor.

“I thought you hated dancing?” asked Vaera.

“I loathe it, but for you sweet wife I will partake just this once” replied Aemond.

Vaera let out a soft giggle as Aemond placed his hand on her waist and led her in a dance, pausing every so often at the sounds of applause that followed the newly married couple.

Soon the music died down as the King slowly rose to his feet.

“I wish to toast my son Prince Aemond and my granddaughter Princess Vaera on their marriage. May it be long and fruitful” said Viserys loudly as he shakily raised his cup.

“Thank you, Your Grace” said Vaera as she bowed respectfully.

“I think it’s time that we retired our chambers” muttered Aemond.

“-Yes brother. Time for the bedding” exclaimed Aegon eagerly.

“Touch my wife and I’ll chop off your hands” snarled Aemond.

This was the part of the wedding that made Vaera the most nervous, it wasn’t the act of consummation that bothered her, it was the fact that they had to perform their duty in front of a witness.

As Aemond had refused a traditional bedding ceremony, this was considered a fair compromise. Proof of their consummation and Vaera’s purity was needed.

So, it was decided that maester Orwyle would act as a witness, and there would also be witnesses outside of the bed chamber in the form of Alicent, Rhaenyra, Otto, and Daemon.

Aegon had dropped various hints at wanting to be a witness to the consummation, but he was promptly told to ‘fuck off’ by Aemond. Who was in no mood to entertain his drunken brother’s jokes and depraved leering.

As there was no traditional bedding ceremony. Vaera and Aemond were able to walk to their shared chambers without a fuss. Their witnesses followed silently, obviously not wanting to talk to one another.

“Right, we shall remain outside but maester Orwyle will be in the room with you to ensure that the marriage has been properly consummated” said Alicent firmly.

Aemond took Vaera by the hand and led her into their chambers. He figured it was for the best that he ignored Orwyle and try to pretend that he wasn’t even there.

Even as the maester took a seat in the corner of the room, Aemond had a sudden flare of anger at his lack of instance that the consummation should have been entirely private with the sheets being presented as proof.

But of course, he has his half sister to thank for that, her past behaviours were unbecoming for a Princess of the realm and the heir to the Iron Throne.

Birthing bastards had cast a cloud of suspicion over Vaera and Aemond hated Rhaenyra for that.

“Would you help me with the gown, husband?” asked Vaera as she turned from him and swept her hair away from her back to reveal a great number of fiddly buttons and laces.

“Of course,” replied Aemond as he reached forward and began undoing his wife’s wedding gown.

Soon she was stood in nothing but a thin shift and Aemond felt his heart quicken in his chest at the sight of her nipples through the sheer fabric.

This was the moment he’d been waiting for, and he moved with all the grace of a green boy getting his wick wet for the first time.

He was no maid, Aegon had seen to that when he’d dragged him to the street of silk on his thirteenth name day. But Vaera was no paid whore, that would whisper sweet lies into his ear and make him feel dirty.

She was his wife, and he was determined to love and cherish her until the end of his days.

Aemond began pulling off his own clothes as Vaera climbed into the bed. Her cheeks tinged pink as she glanced nervously at Orwyle who had remained silent.

“Focus on me. Not him” said Aemond as he finished undressing himself and climbed into the bed.

“I-I’m ready husband. Make me yours” whispered Vaera as she pulled off her shift and discarded it on the floor.

Vaera laid down and smiled shyly as Aemond gazed at her naked body.

“Issa gevie ābrazȳrys” whispered Aemond as he slowly reached out and ran his fingers over Vaera’s breasts (My beautiful wife).

Goosebumps erupted over Vaera’s skin as Aemonds hand began to move lower.

“I-I need to prepare you” whispered Aemond.

“P-prepare me?” whispered Vaera.

“I don’t want to hurt you” replied Aemond as he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Vaera’s lips.

Vaera gasped when she felt Aemond’s fingers rubbing her folds.

“O-Oh Aemond” exclaimed Vaera as her husband slipped a finger inside her.

Aemond buried his face in Vaera’s neck and began peppering kisses along her smooth skin as he added another finger to prepare her as best he could.

But in the back of his mind, he was still aware of the maester sitting in the corner of the room and the other witnesses waiting outside the door.

Aemond removed his fingers and then laid between his wife’s open legs, supporting his weight on his left arm as he reached down and took his hard cock in his hand and placed the tip of it against his wife’s slick entrance.

Vaera shut her eyes tight and took a deep breath as Aemond sheathed himself within her.

"A-Aemond" exclaimed Vaera wincing in pain.

Vaera’s cunny choked his cock so tight that he needed a few seconds to adjust, making him terribly aware that he was not going to last for too long.

Aemond’s cock twitched and throbbed with need, and he released a shuddered breath while Vaera sighed in relief.

“The pain will ease,” rasped Aemond, waiting for his wife to adjust.

After a few moments, Vaera nodded slowly.

Aemond began to move with a slow, deep grinding that soon enough turned the stinging pain into pleasure.

“Gods be good,” panted Vaera, gripping Aemond’s shoulders.

“Fuck. You were made for me, my wife. You were made to fit my cock in this sweet cunt of yours.” breathed Aemond as he increased the pace of this thrusts.

“A-Aemond. Please.” exclaimed Vaera her nails digging into his shoulders.

“I-I’m going to spill my seed in you” moaned Aemond his hips slapping against hers.

“P-Please I want it. I want you” gasped Vaera.

“I can’t wait to see you swell with my babe” exclaimed Aemond as his thrusts staggered. He was close. So close.

“Yes. Give it to me” moaned Vaera.

Aemond pushed into the hilt for one last time and groaned loudly as his cock throbbed and he spilled his seed.

“Y-You didn’t peak” muttered Aemond.

“There’s always next time” replied Vaera as she ran her fingers through Aemond’s knotted silver hair.

“Hm” said Aemond as he gently pulled his softened cock from his wife.

Aemond pulled the sheet over Vaera and then moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his eye drawn to the red ring of Vaera’s maidens blood that now stained his cock.

“Are you well Princess. Do you need me to examine you?” asked maester Orwyle.

“No I’m-“ muttered Vaera.

“-The marriage has been consummated. Get out” snapped Aemond.

“My prince” exclaimed maester Orwyle.

“Are you deaf? I said out” retorted Aemond as he sprang from the bed and snatched up his robe.

Maester Orwyle bowed respectfully before he hastily left the room.

“The marriage has been consummated. Prince Aemond has done his duty. The sheets will be presented-” said maester Orwyle as the door swiftly opened and Aemond appeared wearing a loosely tied robe.

“-If you don’t mind, I would like to have some privacy with my wife” said Aemond firmly.

“Of course,” said Alicent quietly.

“Does Vaera need-“ muttered Rhaenyra.

“-My wife is fine. As I said we would like some privacy” retorted Aemond as he firmly shut the door.

After taking a deep breath, Aemond walked over to his desk and poured himself a generous cup of wine.

After downing the wine in one gulp, Aemond poured another cup and offered it too Vaera who shook her head.

“I-Is everything ok?” asked Vaera.

“I should be asking you that” muttered Aemond as he yanked off his eyepatch and threw it on the desk.

It was their duty, but Aemond couldn’t help but feel a tinge of embarrassment that he’d selfishly sought to his own needs and spilled his seed, yet his sweet wife hadn’t reached her peak during their coupling.

Having a maester watching you as you consummated your marriage wasn’t exactly ideal but there was no one watching now.

Aemond quickly discarded his robe and climbed back onto the bed.

“-A-Aemond. What?” asked Vaera.

“That was for duty. Now this is for us. I wish to have you again my sweet wife” replied Aemond as he surged forward and pressed a kiss to his wife’s lips.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond x oc #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #aemond fic #aemond x original female character

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Only you

Cordell Walker x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Age difference, cursing, smut, 18+, jealousy, ...

This story doesn’t follow the walker timeline.

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 6921

Y/N, is the daughter of James an ex-marine who fell in love with a Belgian woman Sophie, they raised their kids in Brussels, Y/N and her twin brother Matthias moved to Texas after leaving the special forces in Belgium, Y/N witnessed her partner and fiancé gets killed in a secret operation, she has trouble following orders after that, so they let her go with honourable discharge. Dealing with the loss of her fiancé, made her decide to move out of the country, leaving her starting fresh in the US.

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Matthias convinced Y/N to go out with him that night, get to know the people in town. “Matt, the point of moving to this old ranch was to get far, far away from people.” Y/N turned to her brother placing a hand on his shoulder. “But you should go, have fun. Call me if you’re too drunk to drive, ok?” - “No, no, no, I’m not leaving you. Let’s go.” He pushed her out the door with him.

As the siblings walk inside the Side Step they immediately notice the group of people hanging at the bar laughing and joking, the bartender seems to know them really well. “Two of them are rangers.” Matthias noticed. “Good, you might behave then.” Y/N joked going up to the bar to order. “Two beers please.” - “I need to see your ID sweetheart” - “I’m sorry?” Y/N looked questioning at the man hovering over the bartender, she pushed him away. “Hoyt, don't.” - “No no, I need to know who that new chick is.” - “Why don’t you get over here and find out.” Y/N answered, counting her money not even looking at the man.

“You’re new in town?” She tried to lighten up the heavy mood, handing her the beers. “Uhu” She answered turning, she saw the tall ranger looking at her, observing everything that just happened. He nodded, she just walked towards their table. She could feel his eyes on her back.

“What was that?” Matt asked her. “Some drunk thought he was funny, nothing special.”

As the night moved on the booze flowed, Hoyt couldn’t seem to shake his curiosity and wanted to get the know the two new faces. He stepped towards their table. “So, honey, are you going to tell your name?” He smiled at her while hanging an arm over her shoulder. Matthias laughed at the face Y/N was making. “What’s so funny buddy?” Hoyt asked. “You’re about to find out... Buddy.”

Y/N got up and twisted his arm pushing him away.

Cordell saw the scene and walked over.

“Are you ok?” He looked at Hoyt when he walked with shame back to the bar. “Maybe, you should leave these people alone hey.” He padded his back when he crossed his way. “Please excuse my friend, he is... very present when he is drunk.” He smiled slightly at Y/N before looking at Matthias. “Cordell Walker.” He shook Matt his hand. “Texas Ranger. I go by Walker mostly.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Matthias Jones, this is my sister Y/N. “

He finished his greetings by holding his hand out towards you, which out of respect you accepted. “You don’t sound from here?” He asked carefully, while shaking your hand. “We we’re raised in Belgium, but our father is from Louisiana.”

“Oh really? What made come here, to Texas I mean?” It was very clear to Matthias that his charm worked on you. All of the sudden you wouldn’t mind talking to a stranger. “That is a little personal. But eh, I wanted a fresh start, and my baby brother just won’t leave my side.” She winked at him. “I’m only 10 minutes younger thank you!” Cordell laughed at that, it reminded him of his kids. “Vacation?” He added “No, we bought the old ranch from eh... What was his name again? Parker?” - “Parker? Bill Parker?” Walker asked shocked. “Never thought he would sell that old piece of junk.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at his comment. Leaving Walker awkward looking at her realising he just commented on their new home. “Lot of work yes, but we can manage it.” She snapped at the ranger making it clear it was time to end this conversation. “Well, it was nice to meet you, both. Have great evening.” He walked back to Micki. “She seems nice.” - “Yeah, they moved here, Parkers old place.” The rest of that evening Cordell kept looking over to Y/N wondering if he needed to apologise for his words.

The next day you and Matt were working on the house when Walker decided to drop by on his way to work. His excuse was to check in on the new folks in town, but he actually wanted to see you again. When he arrived, he saw Y/N on the roof when Matthias was working on the porch. “Ah ranger Walker.” she heard her brother greet the tall man. Y/N nodded at him but didn’t want to stop working on her project. A few seconds later she looked down again, noticing the two men were gone. So typical, she thought, the second Matthias had a chance to quite working he takes it.

“Can I get you something to drink?” - “Eh no thanks, how is it going here?” he answered while he looked around. “Lot of work, thank god my sister is handy.” He laughs “Me on the other hand not so much. I’m more of an artistic person.” He points to the paintings on the wall. “You made those?” - “Yeah, me and my boyfriend had an art gallery in Brussels, I painted he sold them.” - “Did he move with you guys to Texas?” Walker asked still looking at his work.

“Eh no, he and my sister, not a good match. She eh, changed after the dead of her fiancé.”

That made Cordell turn, to face Matt again. “What happened?”

“Can’t tell” The men heard Y/N’s voice coming from the backdoor. “Not because I don’t want to, but I have signed for professional secrecy for life.” She looked mad at Matthias. ”And you know that.”

She turned to Walker, her face softened. “Army?” He asked, she nodded. “I see.” still looking at her. There is something about her, he can’t put his finger on it, but she intrigued him.

“I’m going to get started again.” Matt left for the porch again. Neither of them really reacted. “Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” She asked opening the fridge, turning her back to him. Walker didn’t answer, he just looked her up and down admiring her curves. Until he noticed Y/N looking at him, waiting for an answer. “Eh yeah, no thanks.” He smiled shyly. “I better let you to it then.” He started to walk to the front door.

Once outside he put his hat back on. “Oh, before I forget.” he turned back to her, place one foot on the first step of the porch, looking up at her. “There is a barbecue this evening at the Side Step, my parents their wedding anniversary, the whole town in invited. Would love for you to come.” Y/N seemed in doubt, almost refusing the invitation. “We’ll be there.” She heard Matt yell. - “Great.” he smiled at her.

“Really Matt, We’ll be there.” She imitated his voice. “Oh come on Y/N! That man clearly is trying to get to know you!” - “No he isn’t!” Her voice cracked when she answered way to fast. Matthias smiled. “What are you going to wear?” Y/N looked down, her hands gesturing “this”.

“No, no, no, you are not going to dinner in a flannel and dirty jeans.” - “What’s wrong with it? I always dress like this. AND It’s a barbecue, not a fancy dinner.” - “Yeah, it’s great when you’re up on the roof fixing it. Let’s at least try and find something we both like.”

They both agreed on a simple yet low cut, creme coloured top with a neat pair of skinny jeans and her brown cowboy boots and a belt in the same colour as her boots. Her hair freshly washed, while Matt insisted on curling it slightly, letting it down over her shoulders.

They arrived at the party, Cordell came walking down the second he saw you. “You made it. Let me introduce you to my family and friends.” he smiled polite. “Mom, Dad this is Y/N and Matthias Jones. Meet my parents Bonham and Abeline Walker.” Y/N shook their hand and congratulated them on their anniversary, and so did Matthias. “Thank you so much for coming.” Abeline said with a soft voice. “Ah and there is my brother, Liam.” He waved at you while ordering a drink. “Cute.” Matthias said without thinking twice. “He is single.” Cordell laughed. “Oh really?” and before she knew she was left alone with Walker who introduced Y/N to all the town folks before ordering her a drink.

"How do you like it in Texas so far?” He asked while handing her a drink. “It’s great, everyone is friendly. Some are a little too friendly.” She grinned while looking over at Hoyt, who politely nodded at you. “You just got to get to know him. He’ll grow on you.”

“Dad, is it ok that Auggie and I go with Hoyt? He wants to surprise Geri but needs our help.” - “Yeah sure, be safe.”

Cordell noticed Y/N looking at him with questions in her eyes while taking a sip of her drink. “My daughter Stella, and my youngest August.” He pointed at them. “Beautifull girl.” Y/N said sincerely, but couldn’t help to think Stella was almost an adult, which made her and Stella, what 9 or 10 years apart? “Yeah, she gets that from her mom.” - “Where is she?” she asked trying not to sound all to disappointed while looking in the crowed. “She eh, she passed away a few years ago.” Walked answered looking at his feet.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Walker.” Y/N placed a hand on his arm, feeling awful for him. “Must have been tough raising two teenagers on your own.” -” I had my family, they were a real support.” After a short silence she opened her mouth. “How did you... cope with the loss of your wife?” She asked him afraid to look at him. “Honestly, I drowned myself in work. Took an undercover job, left my kids with my parents and brother.” he took a deep breath before he whispered. ”I was a shitty father, I should have been there for them. Stella still hates me, and I can’t blame her.”

Y/N saw the tears in his eyes even though he was trying to hold them back, she looked back at her drink. “I almost got my teammates killed.” He looked at her. She continued “I ignored a direct order, thought I knew better, could do better. Ever since Tyler died I walked on the edge, not caring anymore whether my actions would kill me or not.” Y/N took a sip. “Tyler grew fond of a family back “there”, their kids brought him handmade gifts from clay and stuff. When they were abducted, I wanted to find them, I thought by ignoring my orders I could at least save them since I couldn’t save Ty.”

A single tear rolled down her cheek. Cordell was still looking at Y/N, she could feel it. “My teammates followed me, like good soldiers, like great friends. We almost lost one in an ambush, Tom, he told he didn’t want me to go alone, that Ty wouldn’t want that, I didn’t want him to get hurt, I wanted to go alone. But he like all of them always got my back, even when my actions were irresponsible.” She took another sip.

Y/N felt a thumb rubbing the tear away. She looked up, locking eyes with Cordell. Seeing a tint of green she had not noticed yet. His hand still lingering on her cheek. “We all made mistakes, loss, pain, it makes us do stupid things.” For the first time she felt like someone knew her pain. The warmth of his hand against her cheek made her want to feel more, holding back desperately not to fall into his arms, knowing that once he would wrap his arms around her the tears would come running down. I need air, Y/N thought breaking eye contact.

“Want to go for a walk?” Cordell asked like he heard her thoughts. Y/N nodded, walking quickly past Cordell to the door, he followed her shortly after getting his jacket. They remained silent for a while, leaving the sound of the party behind them, hearing nothing but crickets and the sound of their boots. “I’m sorry Walker, for over sharing.” - “Don’t be, I’m kind of glad you did.” She stopped walking turning to him. “It makes me feel less alone.” He said stepping closer to her locking eyes again.

Y/N let go of a shiver, not knowing if it was the cold air or the feeling he unlocked by looking in her eyes like he was searching for her soul. “Cold?” He asked while putting his jacked over her shoulder, making him stand closer to her, his scent floated around her making her head feeling light. His hands lingered on the collar of his jacket while he hovered above her. Damn this man is tall she thought. Cordell’s eyes looked at her lips before slowly closing the space between them, giving her time to back out if she wanted.

Totally mesmerized she accepted his kiss, pulling him close by grabbing the side of his shirt. The feeling of her hands on his ribs made him breath out heavy. Both taking a second to get some air before closing the small gab again. One of his large hands found its way to the back of her head. His finger nesting in her hair. The taste of him made Y/N want more, slowly standing on her toes like it would be possible to take more of his lips.

“Yo Cordi! We’re heading out man!” Both were startled when they hear Hoyt’s voice. Letting go of each other like two embarrassed teenagers. “Ow, shit man I’m sorry!” He said while he chuckled. “Party is over, I’m driving your parents back to their house, I’ll see you later.” He looked proud back and forward between Y/N and his best friend, before turning the other way. “He grows on you, right?” She joked to break the silence while looking at her phone seeing a text from Matt.

“Can I give you a ride home? My car is parked over there.” He offered - “That would be great.” - “Let me find Liam real quick.”

Matty: “Are you ok? Can’t find you, planning on leaving.”

Y/N: “Yeah, I'm fine. Walker is driving me home.”

Matty: “Ha! Great I’m driving the other Walker brother home ; )”

“I think Liam has a ride.” She showed her phone to Cordell who only smiled. As they walk to his car she feels the warmth of his hand against the small of her back. The drive home was quiet but loaded with a mixture of unspoken questions and the need to touch each other again. Once almost home she noticed how Cordell parks his car just out of side beside their house, turning towards her. “Y/N, about tonight.” Oh god he is regretting it, was all she could think. “I don’t know what I need right now, but I know it felt, good.” he paused “And if you want, I would like to get to know you. But I can’t promise you anything. I just...” He was struggling to find the right words.

“I know what you mean, I’m not sure what I need, I’m not ready to move on from Tyler, that’s for sure.” Y/N grabbed his hand. “But I do now that, tonight, you, made me forget my sorrow for a second. And it felt great.” Y/N moved closer kissing his lips staying close to his face. “So how about for now, we’re just two strangers finding comfort in each other?” The side of his lip curled up. “Perfect.” he added before kissing her back.

After a few minutes, making out in his car like teenagers, Y/N hears her brother’s car arrive. “That’s my cue.” - “See you soon?” - “Would love that.” Y/N got out of the car, Cordell followed her before she could turn to the driveway, he pulled her back, against a big tree. Kissing her one more time. “See you soon sweetheart.” Leaving her breathless while he hopped back in his truck.

“How was your night?” Her brother asked her batting his lashes at her. “What’s up with you?” She asked trying to sound normal. “You were gone quite some time with that ranger. Tell me everything...” - “Nothing happened.” - “Yeah right.” Y/N sighs. “Walker lost his wife a few years back.” Y/N placed her hands on your side. “We talk about her and Tyler for a while, I got teary, and we went for a walk, cooling down.” That wasn’t entirely a lie. Y/N felt her eyes tear up again. “Oh sis, I'm sorry. Come here.” Matthias pulled her in a hug, immediately noticing the smell of Walker lingering on her. But instead of pointing out the facts he just kept his mouth shut and hugged her closer.

Y/N woke up the next morning feeling guilty towards Tyler. She decides to avoid Walker for now. Hopefully he felt the same way. She dedicated all her time to rebuild the house. Weeks went by, she sends Matt to the store, avoiding getting into town. Making sure Walker wouldn’t see her. Tonight Matt and Liam made plans, again, Y/N was thrilled but once her little brother left, she started to think, If things would get serious between them, she would become family with Cordell. “Oh god.” she sighs. “Oh no, It’s just me.” Cordell walked through the open door. Which made Y/N startle almost falling of the ladder. Cordell ran to her holding her back helping her down.

“Hi.” he said still holding her close. Y/N didn’t know how to react she gave him a half smile before walking back out of his arms. Walking around the table, putting space between them. “Are you ok?” He asked. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” - “ I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” - “No Walker it’s just...” her voice trailed off. “You regret it.” - “ I feel guilty.” Y/N snapped. Looking at him, making the mistake of making eye contact.

Cordell took off his hat, his big hand going through his hair. “I thought... you said it made you feel good.” - “It did.” Y/N admitted -” Then why feel guilty?” he walked around the table towards her. “I-I don’t know.” not sure she said that out loud or thought it. Y/N looked at him getting closer. He still wore his uniform, after all those years in the army she would have never thought she’d go weak for a man in uniform, yet here she goes. Mouthwatering, wanting to jump that man, tasting his lips, feeling his hands on her body.

Y/N finds her strength to turn around, but that doesn’t stop Cordell. She can feel his warmth on her back. His hand between her shoulders, his lips getting very close to her ear. “If you want me to go or leave you alone. Just say it.” Y/N closes her eyes, letting out a shivering breath letting her head fall back, against his shoulder. He kisses the temple of her head and wraps his arms around her pulling her extra close.

The heated tension between them grows. Cordell’s hands started to move to her sides to her hips, teasingly playing with the hem of her shirt while his lips move from her head over her cheek to that one spot down on her neck. First kissing, but when his tongue moved up from her shoulder to her ear, biting the earlobe softly it felt like something in her chanced.

Y/N turned around pulling Walker in by his neck. Her tongue asking to meet his, kissing, hungry for more, not getting enough. She placed her hands over his, pushing them down letting his know it’s ok to touch her further. His big hands covered her ass, kneading while she opened a few buttons of his shirt, kissed and sucked at his collarbone, making him moan “Oh baby.” before kissing her lips again. Lifting her up carrying her over to the table. Pushing her legs open so he could stand in between them.

“Good girl.” he praised, making her moan under her breath. She never knew she liked that. “Say it again.” she begged. While he removed her shirt, covering her bra with his hands. “... You’re a good girl for me baby.” “Oh Fuck” She moaned while her head falls back. “You like that huh. You want me to praise you baby. Want to be my good little girl.” Y/N nodded fast “Are you going to let me take care of you? If you do...” he got close to her ear. “I might give you something you would love.” His hand got down over her pants, rubbing and cupping her clothed core.

“I’m going to take off your pants, lay still” He said, while pushing her back flat against the table. Y/N lifted her hips to help him taking off her pants and panties. Noticing they were soaked. “Fuck baby, you won’t need this anymore.” He kissed her clit making her whimper and grabbing his hair. “Na-ah, hands above your head baby girl.” then he pulled her closer to the edge of the table, lifting her legs over his shoulder. “Here you are playing hard to get, while your body is telling me different things honey.” He said before licking a strip over her already soaked core.

Cordell took his time, trying to find all the spots, all the things that made her crumble under his touch. He loved the sound of Y/N saying his name is prayer. His fingers moving so painfully slow inside. “Oh baby girl, I want more, I need more of you.” he said with a voice so deep of lust. “Take what you need... Take me Cordell.” Y/N said while her hand strokes his hair again. Hearing Y/N saying his first name made him rumble under his breath. Like a man processed he got up pulling her back to him by her arm. Kissing her, she could still taste herself on him.

“Are you sure?” He asked slowing down a bit. Her hand moved down to hold him. “Give me everything Cordell.” He thrusted in her hand before undoing his pants. She took off his shirt. He lined himself up against her slit, looking at her when he thrusted in. Memerised by the way she opens her mouth. Once fully inside he let her adjust a little, until he felt she moved slightly, impatient to feel more, even though she felt so full. He quickly found a hard and steady pace she seemed to enjoy.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” he moaned in her ear. “Feels so good. Take me so good baby.” His hold on her hips tightens making his thrust harder and faster. Y/N wrapped her legs a little higher, Cordell grabbed the back of her knee. “Lay back down.” he ordered, she obeyed. “Good girl.” He lifted her legs on his shoulder, kneading her thighs as he pulled her back every time he thrusted inside her, hitting that one spot that made her cry out his name so sinfully she was glad no one was in the house. “Oh god, don’t stop Cordell. I’m...I’m so close.”

Walker pushed Y/N over the edge, feeling her tighten made him come inside her within seconds. Unable to hold back his own orgasm until she came down from her high. “Fuck that was...” - “Amazing.” he finished her sentence. Kissing her again. “Let me get you some tissues.”

After a shower Cordell placed himself in bed while looking at Y/N trying to find something to wear. He got up pulling her close to him. “Come here, I’ll keep you warm.” He kissed her pulling her over him to the other side of the bed, spooning. Before they knew they fell asleep.

By the morning Cordell looked at the two of them in the mirror next to the bed, cuddling, her lips separated a little. So peacefully. “Fuck, I'm falling in love.” He thought while he kissed her hair. He looked over to the nightstand noticing a picture of her and a man. He presumed Tyler.

Cordell noticed Y/N waking up, he thought by pretending to be asleep she might stay in bed with him. But unfortunately, she didn’t. He felt her moving very quietly out of bed. Putting on clothes, without thinking she chose an old shirt from Tyler and left the bedroom. Cordell stayed a little longer in bed thinking, she is regretting this.

Y/N hoped her brother wasn’t home yet, or at least he didn’t notice the clothes that where lingering on the floor in the kitchen. But by the smell of fresh coffee, it seemed her fear was real. “Goooood morning.” He grinned looking fresh with a cup of coffee in his hand. He lifted Cordell’s shirt with his finger. “Fun night?” he smiled. Y/N felt her cheeks blush “I eh...” - “It’s ok sis, I’m glad for you.” He handed her a cup of coffee. “It was time to move on.” - “Move on? Oh wait, Matt this isn’t what you think.”

Cordell walked down the stairs he heard Y/N and Matthias talk. “Walker and I aren’t a thing. We just... it just happened. No strings attached.” Those words gave him a heavy feeling in his stomach, but he kept listening, noticing she was wearing a men’s shirt. “So, you mean that, you... you Y/N out of all people, miss ‘I do not hook up” just had a one night stand?” She shrugged her shoulders while taking a sip. “And I thought I was the rebel... how was he?” - “Matthias!” she hit his shoulder with the back of her hand.

“Morning.” Cordell said walking in the kitchen wearing only his pants and boots. “I believe that’s mine.” He said without embarrassment pointing at his shirt in Matt’s hand. “Oh, ha yeah I believe it is.” He tossed it to Cordell but kept his eyes on him while he pulled it over his head. Staring a little too obvious. “You have a little drool.” Y/N whispered while whipping his mouth with a napkin jokingly. He smacked her hand away.

“Coffee Cordell?” Y/N asked. “Eh, no I'm late for work.” he said, in doubt if he had to kiss her goodbye in front of her brother. So instead, he left a small peck on her cheek, looking over to Matthias who looked away, smiling. “I’ll show you out.” She said walking him to the door. “I’m sorry I forgot about him for a while.” she whispered when he stood on the other side of the door. “It’s ok, I’m glad my brother wasn’t here this morning, that would be awkward.” He took her hand. “I had a great time last night.” Y/N smiled slightly nodding in agreement. “See you soon” he said, while kissing her lips softly, not waiting for a response.

She closed the door.

“Really Y/N give that man a chance. He’s clearly into you. He could have snugged out but instead he did the walk of shame.” - “He needed his shirt Matt. What is more embarrassing, walking without your uniform, naked torso to work or seeing the brother of the woman you just slept with. Who by the way is crazy about his brother.” - “I’m not crazy about Liam! I like him sure, but he stated that he doesn’t want more than being friends. And don’t try to turn this around!” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Come on Y/N! He is perfect for you!” - “Really, ok why.” - “He is tall, friendly, has a great job, nice parents, manners, smells great,” Y/N looked weird at her brother “You were covered in his scent that night after the barbecue, ... and did you even look at him last night? I mean I just saw that man’s chest and I went feral, sun kissed skin, those shoulders, abs, big hands... I know what that means Y/N” he lifted his eyebrows quick while looking down at his crotch. “Ok I heard enough. Don’t forget that Tom is landing tomorrow. We need to pick him up at the airport.” Y/N said walking away before he made her blush. “You even walk weird.” he said jokingly “NO I DON’T!” he heard her yell from the top of the stairs.

The next few weeks Y/N and Cordell texted back and forward, called each other when they needed a talk, about family, friends, work or even Emily of Tyler. But Y/N seemed busy, unable to meet with Cordell.

One night, Cordelll and Hoyt decided to go for a drink at the Side Step. Both in their casual flannels. He had told him about what he thought he started to feel for her. The more he spends time apart the more he wanted to see her again, but he didn’t want to push her away.

Walker saw Y/N in the corner of his eye, but she wasn’t alone, he noticed her laughing and joking around with this stranger. “Looks like someone is interested in your girl.” Hoyt joked. “She isn’t my girl.” he said firm. Hours passed and Y/N still haven’t noticed Walker, while he kept looking at those two. The guy stood up to order another round at the bar, he saw Y/N looking at her phone. That’s when he decided to text her. “Hi.” She didn’t answer. “Having fun?” No answer.

“Go talk to her.” Hoyt insisted. “No.” - “Fine, then I'll do it.” He got up and walked over to her. “Well, who do we have her. Y/N Jones” - “Look who finally knows my name, tell me Hoyt how long did it take?” She joked back. “Not long, I am friends with a ranger, who, you know, we both know very, very well.” he winked. “Who is this?” - “Tom meet Hoyt the jester of this town. Hoyt, Tom an old friend.”

After a little small talk Hoyt left their table. “Well great to meet you, Tom. I’m going back to my old friend over there.” Pointing to Cordell who looked away just in time, hanging on the bar. “Great fella” Tom laughed. Y/N followed Hoyt seeing Cordell now for the first time, all casually dressed, his flannel sleeves curled up, showing his strong arms, but seemingly a bit drunk, the second she looked at him she felt the warmth in her body glowing. “Will you excuse me for a second?”

“Hi stranger.” She greets him. “Hi.” he said swiftly looking at her. “Are you ok?” he didn’t answer. “Cordell?” - “Walker” he corrected her. She looked shocked. “Few nights ago you didn’t mind me saying your name.” - “Yes, well mistakes happen.” - “Mistakes.... We need to talk. Outside. Now.” - “I’m fine right here sweetheart.” - “Oh, don’t sweetheart me. And trust me what I want to say, you don’t want your friends to hear.”

“Do us all a favour and go back to your boyfriend over there.” He said turning his back to her. “Oh, so that’s what this is? You’re Jalouse.” - “I’m not, I just don’t like to be fooled with.” - “Fooled with? You were the one who said, and I quote: Can’t promise you anything.” - “And you said you were still grieving over Tyler.” - “That’s true.” - “Then, tell me what are you doing on a date here with that guy over there?” - “That guy there is Tom, Tylers best friend, you know the guy I talked about.”

Cordell remembered the story about the guy who followed her against their orders, almost getting killed. This left Walker feeling like a complete asshole. “Y/N, I-I'm..” - “Keep it Walker. I thought you were man enough to talk to me. But this is just childish.” He held her arm when she wanted to walk away. “Let go of me!” She pushed him, not moving him an inch. “Hey buddy, would let go of her.” Tom stepped closer to Walker. “This has nothing to do with you, leave out of this.” Walker said to Tom.

“Y/N’s worries are my worries. Let go.” He said extremely self-controlled. Walker looked at Y/N seeing not only anger but hurt as well. He was afraid if he let her go, she would never talk to him again. He released her arm slowly, afraid that he crossed the line with her. Y/N took her jacket and left with Tom towards her car.

“Who was that?” Tom asked her while driving home. “Cordell Walker.” - “The ranger you talked about?” She hummed. “Well damn, I thought he might have been the guy who would finally make you move on.” - “What?!” she stopped to car to look at Tom. “Y/N, I know you will always love Tyler. But even he wouldn’t want you to be miserable all the time.”

“I can’t Tom. Even since... I keep making mistakes.” - “Walker was a mistake?” - “Clearly. He acted like a jalouse kid.” - “I don’t know, he handled it wrong, yes, but the fact that he is jalouse is because he likes you.” - “I don’t like him.” - “That’s bullshit, you slept with the guy, you never EVER do that if you don’t like the fella.” - “He said he didn’t want anything.” - “To protect himself.” Y/N let out a sigh. “Drop me off at home, drive back, talk to him.”

So, she did, but he left already. Geri was nice enough to give his address. Driving up the driveway she saw him standing outside under the stars, looking over the meadows. He heard the sound of her footsteps closing in.

“Hi.” He said looking surprised and a little more sober. “Hi.” she said leaning over the fence with him, shoulder to shoulder. “Y/N I'm sorry, I acted like an asshole. I don’t know what happened to me.” - “It’s ok, I might have ignored you a little since Tom’s arrival. I just haven’t seen him since I left the army. But I should have told you.” - ”I guess seeing you with Tom made me realise I like you a little more then I want to admit.” This made Y/n smile.

“So, what’s next?” Cordell asked her. She took his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder so she could lay her head against his chest, taking a deep breath, allowing his scent to fill her nose and make her head light. Being this close to him made her feel the heat boiling up inside her again. She kissed his neck right under his cheek. This made him look at her, his hand moved to the back of her head, holding her to kiss her soft lips. Each kiss got deeper and deeper, clinging on to each other.

“Stay tonight” Cordell said lightly out of breath. “Is staying here, now the best idea? I mean, your kids seeing dad waking up with another woman?” He thought about that. “You’re right, but I don’t want to let go of you yet.” He kissed her neck. “To be honest, I really, really, really want to be with you tonight, without fishing for clothes in a kitchen in the morning.” Y/N started to giggle at the memory.

“Well, why don’t I drive home and take you with me?” His eyes grew dark with her words. “And you start taking off those clothes for me once we are in the bedroom?” She added while kissing up his neck, pulling on his shirt. “I don’t think I can wait that long.” He lifted her up over his shoulder, making Y/N let out a little yelp, while walking towards the shed.

He placed her down, he sat himself down on the old couch pulling her on his lap. “Really, the shed? Are we teens again?” - “I told you I needed you now.” He pulled her closer to him, making her hips grind on his crotch, feeling he is already hard and ready for her. “Fine” she agreed lifting herself up to take place between his knees. Pulling his pants down, her hands quickly found their way to his hard dick. Pumping him while she locked eyes with him. She could see the surprise but also the heat in his eyes.

When Y/N added her lips over the tip, sucking softly, slowly taking more and more of him in her mouth he let his head fall back. “Oh baby.” he moaned while his fingers found their way to her hair. There was no way she could take all of him in her mouth, but she was determined to give him the same pleasure he gave her nights ago. When her tongue followed the vein on his penis, he let out a growl she never heard from him again.

She hummed with that sound. “You’re proud of yourself aren’t ya.” he said breathless caressing her face. When she then responded with an extra twist of her hand kneading a little harder, he bucked his hips up, make her almost gag. She let him go with a pop, Cordell pulled her up, almost ripping her pants in the process of taking them off.

He pulled her back on his lap, her legs straddling him, while rubbing her already wet folds over his dick, coating him before she slowly let herself drop on to him. “Oh Cordell, fuck, you feel so good.” - “You like it don’t you, me filling you up.” The air filled with moans and heavy breathing while they kissed, licked, sucked every inch of each other's body.

Walker’s hands kneaded at Y/N’s hips, helping to find a rhythm that felt for both of them like heaven. “Oh baby... slowdown, I-I'm not going to last long if you keep doing this.” - “Don’t hold back Cordell. I want you to fill me.” She whispered breathless in his ear. “I want you to come inside me.” she added while biting his neck. “Fuck.” He moaned and pulled her close, his lips were on her collarbone, his hands holding her steading between her shoulders and neck.

Cordell started to thrust with the same speed as Y/N grinded. She felt him getting sloppy in his thrusts, groaning and breathing harder. “Oh Y/N...” was the last thing he said before he came hard inside her. He held her close while he came down from his height. He let go of her slightly so he could look up at her.

As planned, they drove back to Y/N’s place. Sneaking up to her room like two teenagers. He pulled her in for another kiss. “I’m going to take a quick shower” Y/N whispered in their kiss. Grabbing a towel and leaving Cordell alone in her bedroom. But he had other plans.

She heard the shower curtain move, before she could turn around Cordell was already standing close behind her. “I think I forgot something.” his hands moving over her side to her breasts. “Yeah, what’s that?” - “I don’t remember feeling you cuming.” She chuckled “ That’s ok.” One of his hands dropped down between her legs make her automatically open them slightly for him.

“No it’s not.” He rubbered her clit with one hand while still holding one breast in the other. “You see. I think I might be addicted to hearing you moan my name.” He slipped two of his fingers inside her. Making her hands to grab back to his hair, pulling his lips to her neck. “Still so wet for me.” His finger moved quickly in and out of her, while his thumb rubbed the bundle of nerves at the top. Making her breath heavy. “Cordell, we have to be quiet. Matt is sleeping next door.” - “I don’t care.”

He turned her around, pusher he back to the wall. His mouth sucked at her nipples while his fingers kept pushing and curling inside her. Y/N’s back arched, Cordell could feel her tightening around his fingers. ‘Let go baby. You can do it.” He moved to her other breast, sucking and kissing. “Oh god...Cordell!” She grabbed his shoulders to keep steady while her orgasm made her body shiver.

Cordell pulled Y/N closer in bed, her fingers drawing circles on his chest. Walker kissed her head. “Y/N?” - “Hmm?” - “I know I said I can’t promise you anything, but I think I...” He let go of a sigh. “I think I want more than casual sex.” She didn’t response immediately, he could feel her fingers stopped moving, “I mean, if you are ready for more of course.” She lifted to look at him.

“I think I'm ready to move on. I think I’m ready to accept a new man in my life.”

“Could that man be me?”

“Only you.”

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