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Fire

Just thought I would throw this together. It has not been double checked :p

The flames dancing in the fireplace hardly filled the ever-cold room with any warmth. It was puzzling why the servants continued to stoke the flames as nothing would ever take away the biting cold that nipped at your bare feet and naked shoulders.  It had been hours since he had left. The minutes before, we were showered in a skittish energy. Aegon had sat on the bed, the sheets disarray a picture of past activities. The tension in his shoulders was evident with every small movement. For a man so eager for war you knew he feared it so. You had come up behind him and wrapped your arms around his sturdy figure. Aegon had taken his shaking hands and pulled you from behind him and into his lap.

“You needn't go” you had said curling the small pieces of hair that always lay near his brow.

“A king belongs on the battlefield, everyone knows that” he replied a smile not meeting his eyes as he caught your hand in his own pressing a small kiss against your wrist.

“The King belongs here. With me. You are vulnerable outside of these walls Aegon.” A real smile spread across his face this time. Aegon leaned forward pressing his forehead against your own humming softy.

“Sounds as though you worry for me. What would your mistress Sylvie think?

“She would think me very foolish.” You exclaimed moving from his lap towards the privacy screen at the other end of the room. The mention of your true nature only stood to remind you of your position in this room, this castle, this world. You and Aegon were nothing outside of this room. Just a boy pretending to be a king and a whore playing the part of a dutiful lover. Fastening the ties of your dress you took a look outside of the barrier. Aegon had resumed his distant posture. Though you had no marital ties to one another he hadn't lied you did worry for him. Aegon was never built for war. He had a softer underbelly that was easily exposed.

“Can you promise me one thing?” your voice shook him out of his stupor his hand outstretched as he beckoned you closer.

“Anything.”

“You will call upon me tonight?” you blushed at the pleading tone in your voice. To make such a demand of a king was ludicrous. Aegon also appeared shocked at your question before standing off the bed and drawing you close to his chest. His arm snaked around your waist.

“How about you wait for me? No need to waste time calling for you. Remain here until I return.” He unhooked one arm from his place behind your back and cradled the side of your cheek. Brushing over the smooth skin. A broad smile found itself on your face.

“If that is what you desire, my grace.”

That had been hours ago the sun had long set since then and the palace had been deathly quiet. Hoards of soldiers had been sent to fight. Servants had made themselves scarce and quiet. With only a few reappearing to stoke the flames of the unnecessary fire. A cat sat in the middle of your lap. Sleeping on the job. Only the distant thumping of wings attracted your attention. A dragon. The army. The battle. They had returned. Aegon. You hurriedly rushed for the door at the great upset of the cat which disapproved of its bed suddenly moving. You opened the door only slightly looking for any moving bodies there was loud chatter in the throne room. Aegon often retreated into his cups late into the night but he could never forget you. He had asked you to stay. Hoping perhaps that he would soon be appearing at the door you slowly closed it shut and awaited his arrival. But it never came. It was only until the castle fell silent once more did you made your move. With meager steps, you slunk about the corridors grasping with hope that you would encounter a head of silver hair and a playful smile. Eventually, you found yourself in front of the small council chambers an unusual place for Aegon to end up but perhaps there was an emergency meeting after the rooks rest.

Pushing the door open you were greeted by a dark room. No fire was kept stoked but in the center of the room in the chair of the king a man with silver hair sat.

“Aemond.” His name left your mouth in a whisper. And his head jerked up to look at you. He hadn't expected to see you or anyone for that matter.

“What are you doing here.” he stood and prowled around the table.

“I was waiting…for Aegon.” At the mention of his brother Aemond looked away facing the small chart of battle plans laid on the other side of the room.

My brother will not be needing a whore tonight. It will do you well if you head home. Your services aren't needed here.” His answer was curt and short. “Perhaps if you are lucky you will find a man to spare you a coin on the way home.” His answer filled you with a sickly feeling that hit the pit of your stomach. It wasn't often you found yourself in the presence of Aemond. Often Aegon had such a need for your company that he rushed you into his chambers without a moment to spare. And while the young prince had frequented the brothel he often found comfort in the company of your mistress.

“Where is he? Before I take my leave that's all I wish to know.” You moved slowly behind Aemond trying to catch his gaze. While it was true Aegon could be cruel he would never abandon you like this. The only time in which he had cast you aside was the night of his father's death. And since then you had scarcely left his side.

“Arent whores supposed to be agreeable. I've said leave.” Aemond finally turned to face you. “Aegon is indisposed.” A small smirk graced the prince's face. Which only further fueled the small pocket of hate and worry in your heart.

“Have you done something?” The words took to the air before you could fully process them and from the look on his face, they shocked him as much as you. Aemond quickly schooled his face.

“You speak of treason.”

“It's only a question.” Your fear of what the answer was pushed you to grasp for answers. What had happened to Aegon? Only this morning he had been in your arms. Now his presence was a mystery. Aemond’s lack of answer made the flurry of nerves erupt in your body.

“You have, haven't you? Though I'm sure it was nothing but an “accident”. Your hate consumes you Aemond. It makes you foolish.” The bite of your words through themselves into the air.

“Don't pretend to know of my hate.” Aemond stepped closer to you putting his hand against the hilt of a dagger at his hip.

“You're not quite as hard to read as you think. Your thoughts soak through these layers you wear. Not to mention my madame has a penchant to talk.” At the mention of Sylvie, Aemond recoiled and with it, you took another step forward. “Kinslayer. That's what they call you in the streets. She tells me of your guilt and remorse, but I see none. Besides what's a brother when you've already killed a cousin?

Like a flash of light Aemond had you turned your back to his chest as he placed his dagger against the soft hollow of your throat.

“You will do well to hold your tongue when you speak to me or it shall be your last words.” He pulled you closer to himself and traced his eyes across the slope of your nose.

“A shame your beauty was wasted on him.” Disgust was evident in your eyes as you eyed Aemond.

“Don't bother my prince. I'm not sure my age would appeal to you.” He roughly pushed you away looking embarrassed.

“Leave.”

“What of Aegon?” The thoughts of your young king still swirled. The One-eyed prince looked up and surveyed your worried expression before saying nothing and turning back to the board of war details. It was an obvious dismissal. You would get no answers here. With that, you turned and left the room.

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Someday

because I couldn't come to terms with what had happened to them and needed to get this out of me as fast as possible.

This is set 5 years after the end of season 3.....

The brush strokes against the horse's body were soothing, it was something she had always found almost meditative. Brush Brush Brush. The process was almost a symphony at this point. Brush Brush Brush. Sara hadn't been working at Hans stable for very long. Only for the last 2 years, after school and her own graduation had passed she found herself stuck. Nothing to do, no prospects. She wasn't dumb by any means she was just lost. Simon was off coasting the world with Willhim spending their summer somewhere warm based on the postcards she had received from Italy. Felice was preparing for the next stage in her life. A prestigious culinary school in America, and that left her home alone. Luckily an advertisement had been called to her in the morning paper and since then she hasn't looked back.

“Sara, could you come back to the office for a moment?” a voice called to her from the back of the stables. The voice belonged to Hans. The owner, her boss, and at the moment one of her closest friends. Hans was a kind man, old and short. He loved horses as much as she did, something that was apparent from the start. Usually, a level-headed person the franticness with which he was moving things in his office felt more than offputting.

“Ah, Sara” Hans outstretched his hands in a beckoning motion reaching for her shoulders.”I've good news very good news. One might say the best.” His eyes held more excitement than she had ever seen before 

“Which is?” she asked 

“We have quite the guest coming today, I need you to make sure every horse is looking their best, no mistakes.” Hans quickly let go of her shoulders with a pat. His body was a dancer walking around the room putting away any messes and papers that were out of place.

“A guest?” she questioned the farm often had guests. Mostly rich folk looking to buy, or new money trying to flaunt their wealth with the buying of a horse. All in her opinion were idiots. A guest of this caliber however must have been someone big. Never had she seen Hans get so worked up.

“Yes, yes, now hurry it up They are here soon enough” Hans shooed her out of his office handing her a small broom before she left. After a few hours had passed she heard it. With the sudden approach of cars, looking out a small window she saw two very expensive vehicles. The usual rich types. From the door stepped a woman who looked like a heaven on a platter. Long legs flawless skin. She oozed radiance. From the other side of the car stepped a man. Curly dark hair. Striking blue eyes that haunted her memory from time to time. Her posture was tenser than anyone she had ever known. August had just stepped out of the car.

“I see you've noticed our guests. Can you believe it, the king has come to look for a horse at my shop” Hans came to her side also trying to look through the window. She tried plastering on her most believable smile, attempting to hide the panic that coursed through her veins.

“How about you go and get the Annbell out, she's the calmest one.”

“Of course”

The process of getting the horse out was walled from her mind. Too busy thinking about what would happen if he saw her. It had been 5 years. A long time, and yet not quite long enough for her. She walked into the barn the backs of the couple faced her as Hans expressed his gratitude at their arrival

“Ah here we are, this is one of our finest mares.” Hans reached for the reigns that were in her hands which easily were taken away as august looked at her for the first time. From her standpoint, it looked as though the air had been sucked from his body. The woman standing next to him reached forward towards the horse.

“Oh, she's just beautiful! How perfect!” Her manicured hands clasped together giddy to be near the animal. “Oh August isn't she lovely” The woman was now reaching for the reigns that were in Hans's hand. Looking back toward August for confirmation, but he hadn't stopped looking at her.

“Yes, she's perfect.” His gaze was unwavering.

“How about we get you saddled up?” Hans smiled at the young woman, and she had to admit her eagerness was endearing in a way. Like that of a child. Walking away from the groups found herself a spot against the wall. There was no point in standing there unless she was needed. Why put herself through the burning of his eyes when she could avoid them?

She leaned against the wall watching them as August watched her. A game of looking that was becoming more annoying by the second. Before he began to walk towards her. The staring she could handle but the thought of a conversation made her palms start to sweat.

“Hello” His voice was deeper than she remembered, smoother in the way his mouth formed his vowels. She kept her eyes on the ground. Realizing he wouldn't be getting a repose he moved towards her spot and let his body rest against the wall next to her 

He had the same smell. That was the first thing she noticed. That rich encompassing smell that often lingered on her clothes after she left. The only difference was that it was stronger now. Wasnt diluted by the water she often caught him filling into the bottle. He didn't need to resort to that now. He was going to be king. A king could buy as many lavish collages as he wanted, there was no fear of the money going dry. With him standing so close it felt as though she couldn't breathe. The last time they had spoken. Actually spoken to one another, she was sure she'd broken his heart. That memory flickered through her mind sometimes. His dejected eyes. Once so happy to look at her were red with tears. The way he had tried to reach for her when he first saw her. So eager to have her close even if it was just for a moment. She never wanted to make anyone feel that way again. She could feel his gaze on her head. Willing her to look at him. She stared straight ahead. Afraid that if she looked up that memory would no longer be a flicker but a burning picture in her mind.

“She's pretty.” The words had fallen out of her mouth before she could stop them. They were true, however. The woman who had accompanied him was beautiful. She had walked in with such elegance it wasn't hard to see why Augst had chosen her. He was always attracted to the richer things in life. Her elegance was however nowhere to be found as she attempted to month the horse. 

“I suppose.” August's reply was dry, it was obvious he would rather talk about anything else than his companion.

“Where did you meet?” Her speech felt slowed like she was trying to make sure this was really happening.

“Nowhere. This is our third outing, the cameras will be here in a moment. Take some pictures, then take some more. It's very logistical.” His tone had reached its typical professional level it often sounded like on the TV and only then did she look up. He had abandoned looking at her face and it gave her a moment to take his in. Still skinny, eyes now seemed to hold more weight under them. A few wrinkles here and there that showed the years that had passed between them. He took a deep breath before looking down at her. His eyes creased in a small smile. 

“You look well, I hope you are” His eyes seemed to jump everywhere on her face trying to take everything in all at once. She looked the same, she was certain of that, but the way he looked at her made her think she was someone different. Someone worthy of a second look.

“She doesn't see me. Not the way you do.” His words registered slowly in her head. She could feel the warmth of his shoulder more than ever, along with the slow inching of his pinky finger towards her hand. God she wished he would stop looking at her like that.

“Sara!” Hans's voice broke through the moment. “Come over here, help Mrs Andersson get to a trot” As she walked towards the horse she couldn't help a look back. August had resumed his tense position and had now plastered an almost cartoonish smile onto his face. From the corner of her eye, she saw a flash. The cameras had arrived. Logistical he had said and he wasn't kidding this moment felt as clinical as that word. 

It continued like that for an hour she would walk the horse in circles, the people taking photos and moving others, as they saw fit. August and the girl together, August and the girl separate, leaning on the wall, with the horse. It never ended. Until suddenly they were done. Cameras were packed, people went to their cars, and Sara was given the reigns to take the horse back into its stall. Taking one last look behind her as August led the young woman he was with out of the barn towards the cars. He was done here too. Gotten his photos, and now he had bigger things to do. She almost couldn't believe she had seen him. August Horn of Årnäs, well not of Årnäs anymore but still. It didn't quite feel real.

Brush Brush Brush back to the regular meditative motions away from thoughts of him. Brush Brush Brush. Away from thinking of them. 

“It never passed.” 

Her hand stopped its path mid-motion.

“Excuse me” She turned and there he was. Standing in that ridiculous suit that cost more than the shoes she had on her feet.

“You said it would, and it didn't. Which honestly was a greater pain in itself. I wanted to forget everything about you.”

Augu-” She had moved towards him trying to push him back through the door

“No, please Sara. Please let me say this because I don't think I'll ever get another chance.” He reached his hands toward her. Sliding his hands around her waist, gently squeezing as if making sure she wasn't a figment of his imagination.

“You were right when you said I didn't see you, but I've spent every day trying. I've looked back on who we were a million times. I spent so long trying to achieve the crown it was all I could see, but when I had it….it didn't feel the same as having you look at me and actually know who I was.” His hand enveloped the side of her face, tracing the freckles that had appeared from time in the sun willing them into his memory. He closed his eyes, leaning his head against her own. Brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

“I'm not asking you to say anything back, I just needed you to know.” Sara felt August's body unwind as he finished his sentence, the tension that covered his arms vanished as he wrapped himself around her. They stood like this for a moment and with a sharp inhale he was gone from her body again. The warmth he had wrapped her in vanished, and he passed her one last look before she left the room. She stood there for a while longer trying to memorize the places his hands had touched. How rough they had felt against her face.

Hans entered the room as she stood motionless.”Nice folks.” His words made her snap out of her stupor. 

“Oh yeah… definitely..” The brushing resumed again. Forget him her mind screamed.

“The man left this and said it was for you. A friend of yours?” Hans had flashed a small business card at her, a number engraved on the back.

She could feel the smile beginning to form on her face. August would never let her forget him. It wasn't his nature

“Maybe one day.”

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Another Fezco x Lexi kinda thing cuz even though I know they are amazingggg together relationship wise. Buuuuttt I feel like a fwb thing would be so dang sexy! 😉

Strangers, that's what they were, strangers to themselves. Strangers in a crowd full of people that they spent all their time with. Yet they couldn't keep finding each other. The second either of them stepped into the smoky haze that filled every party it was if their eyes could always search out each other amongst the drunk teens and the embarrassing images of drunken mistakes, as far as anyone could see they were strangers in a crowd.

"Oh my god, shit Fez." Lexi moaned out as his hands suddenly turned rough griping and pulling hips closer toward his. Letting her feel every hard angle of his body.

"Damn, I was hoping to see you tonight" he whispered hotly in her ear as he trailed hard kisses down her throat. Gently pushing her head up, as he added more and more rough nips to the area around her collarbone. Lexi whimpered at the thought of him wanting her, missing her, needing her. Everyone of their meetups was like this, quick and rough. Both of them getting the touch of contact they needed. The first time it had happened Lexi had told herself that it would never happen again. People always ended up finding something better. Rue with Jules. Her father with whatever life he had chosen that was better than the family he had left behind, even her own sister whose revolving door of men was always more important than asking how Lexi was, and yet it seemed as though Fez hadn't yet had his fill of Lexi.

Lexi was brought back from her thoughts as Fez hiked her legs around his waist and kissed her deeper and deeper, as if he was trying to find the answer to the worlds greatest questions hidden in-between her plush soft lips, when suddenly he pulled away. Lexi followed him still buzzed off the way his lips made her body feel like she was on her own personal high.

"What?" Lexi asked "is there something wrong?" The way that Fez was looking at her right now was different than he had ever. There seemed to be such depth beneath his eyes. Such longing

"Man, Lexi I jus-"

Buzz buzz

"Shit" she swore, Fez gently let both her legs down as she rummaged on the floor for her phone that she had dropped abruptly before being pleasantly distracted by Fez's wandering teasing hands.

"That's Cassie, she been looking for me." She looked up from her phone at Fezco the air once filled with sexual tension now was had an awkward feel surrounding it

"What were you-i mean what were you gonna say" Lexi said now suddenly feeling nervous on how the rest of this night might go. Worried that he might say what others in her life had never had the guts. That they no longer wanted her.

Fez's eyes that once seemed almost stuck to her face had found purchase else where.

"Nah, man it was nothing. Shit uh I better get going, you know gotta get Ashtray home and all."

And as quick as he seemed to be there he was gone, all that seemed to remain was the flush that covered Lexi's face and the lingering smell of weed mixed with a surprisingly expensive cologne.

And once again they were back to being just strangers in a crowed room.

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A part 2 cuz eh why not, also ive never really done dialogue so this might be rough Just walk in Lexi thought, just walk in the store see if he's there then leave. She had been sitting in this parking lot for 20 minutes debating whether or not she should go in. After convincing a drugged out Rue to tell her where she might be able to find Fezco. Lexi had gotten in her car and drove, the green sweater that laid next to her in the passenger seat now served as a constant reminder of how cowardly she was being. The sudden rush of anger now wore off and all that was left was Lexi, sitting in a parking lot debating weather or not she could do this. Sitting there she thought back to times in her life where maybe she had taken the wrong choice. Maybe she should've kissed Tucker at the dance like what was planned instead of getting scared and being labeled a prude for the rest of her life. Maybe she should've told someone about Rues addiction before it destroyed any semblance of familiarity that had lingered in their friendship. No, Lexi though she wasn't about to let her fear push her over again. She wasn't about to let this one chance she had for actually getting something that was just hers. That actually brought her happiness. In a life that she knew would most likely end up with the ones she loved most miserable. Clicking off her seatbelt and opening the door, Lexi walked into the convenience store, sure that many of her friends had been in this position of entering, but it had probably never had ment as much as it had to Lexi at that moment. She walked around for a bit taking in the surrounding, the red lights that stood out against the blue hue the room seemed to hold- "Lexi? That you?" A voice called out, Turing around quickly greeted her with the sight of him. Fez looking just as he had at the party, gold chain, piercing eyes, a blunt tucked behind his ears. He seemed shocked to see her yet had a slight hint of excitement hidden in the blue depths of his eyes. "Hey.." Lexi called back she hated how plain she sounded, she tossed in a light smile as a way of showing fake confidence. "Whatchu doing here" he replied back taking a few steps toward her making them an arm apart, he looked down at her. A slight smile at the way she seemed to suddenly relax as he approached her. What was she doing here she wondered mentally, what was she really hoping from this. Give him a sweater then what? Keep getting lost in the way he seemed to look at her like he had known her his whole life, better than anyone she had ever met. "I-uh. That night of the party I grabbed your sweater, thought I might return it." As she spoke he lit and took a drag of the blunt that was previously between his ear and lazily grinned as she spoke. Taking a step closer he spoke softly. "Good, I've been hoping to see ya again glad my prayers were answered" In that moment Lexi was glad she had found her courage. Soooo yeah thats that, if y'all could lend me some inspo or ideas for another fic of this pairing that would be great

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That damn sweater is stuck in my head and so this is a product of that....

Green. The color seemed to stare back at her for days. She didn't know why she had grabbed it, didn't know why the need to pick up the forest green sweater with the need to return it had lingered so permanently in the back of her mind. Even after witnessing the anger he had thrown into every punch that was meant to send Nate Jacobs into an early grave. The thought made her sick how could she have sat next to that man. And loved every second of laughter every second of prolonged staring where his eyes seemed to flicker over every inch of her face as if he had wanted to memorize this moment in his life forever. Now she realized he probably did, he probably realized that this moment was just that, a moment. Yeah, he had asked for her number but she had seen his glances after the fight had occurred. Before he had rushed out of the house. He knew that his life and hers were never meant to mix.

The thought angered her. Who the hell did he think he was. It was obvious that he had made the decision for her, and that was bullshit. For once and her life that hour of bliss had felt like her own choice her path that wasn't spent trying to pick up the pieces left by the people who always seemed to be falling apart around her. And yet if she left things as they were now it would mean that she was never in control and had never been in control, and that was a load of bullshit.

Now with a fire in her veins and the need to feel like she had a part in her own story, she grabbed the sweater that now seemed less like a mockery and more like a start of a new path. She said a word of goodbye and biked to Rues

She had a man to find and a sweater to return.

I feel like this isn't over so if you want a part 2 just say and maybe I'll work up some more inspo

[badgrammerlieshere]

Sooooo I've never actually written anything before. And after watching the new episode I was hit with inspiration so yeah I made this sorry it ends abruptly!! Let me know if it's good or give me some pointers!

When Lexi was young she always had fantasizes about getting older, growing up. Becoming the strong confident woman that the movies say happened to all girls seemingly overnight. But life wasn't fair and Lexi never did seem to grow into that strong woman the media seemed to be throwing into her face. Instead she felt as though the world treated her as more of a afterthought. A carless thrown together pile of traits that was left over from her sister.

Then again she didn't think that Cassie had ever manged to find herself in a room doing scandalous things with a man of a more drug related profession or at least she hoped so. Hell, Lexi had never in her mind seen herself pressed against a wall as man she had met no less than thrifty minutes ago, laid soft feather like kisses down the column of her throat. She couldn't remember the exact details that had lead to this moment but she knew inside that nothing in her life had ever felt as right as where she was now.

Here she was in a closet. With a drug dealer, Fez. She hazily remembered was his name as he suddenly draged his lips from a spot on her neck that she didn't even know existed and put them right back on her lips slowly kissing her in a way that made her happy she had been able to remember his name as she gasped it into his mouth. He seemed to laugh at that and slotted his legs between her own slowly getting closer. Deep inside she knew he had wanted this as much as she did wanted. It was strange, feeling so connected to someone she hardly knew but with every soft grip of his hands on her hips and whispered words in her ear about how he thought she was "so fucking fearless" Lexi had finally felt like the woman she had always been destined to be. She didn't need the worlds approval or her mother's her father's or Rues..

All she needed was this stolen moment in a room that she was sure the rest of the world would never even know about. But then again who gave a fuck about the rest of the world.