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Welcome back - Aemond x Targaryen fem reader 

WARNINGS - MAJOR HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SPOILERS

Request by @marvelita85, thank you so much for it, absolutely love it !

Synopsis : Reader is Rhaenyra's younger sister (from Vicerys and Aemma's marriage). She is trained by Daemon and shows great talent. She meets again with the rest of the family when Rhaenyra and Daemon come back to Kings Landing (episode 8 timeline). Although she's feeling very fond of her stepbrothers and newly encountered cousins, she feels something special about Aemond.

Disclaimer : this is not meant to follow House of the Dragon chronology and realness. In this fiction, Reader rides Vhagar and Aemond doesn't (it'll be explained in the fiction, as I go back to ep 7 timeline). Please keep in mind we're just having a good time imagining a scenario :) Enjoy !

There has been many years since nothing very special had happened for Y/N. She was Vicerys and Aemma's second daughter and last child, before her Mother died giving birth. Since that moment, everything changed. Rhaenyra was named Heir and Y/N remained rather unbothered. When Vicerys remarried to Alicent, Y/N stood with her sister. She couldn't accept the treason either and hated that Vicerys could be manipulated in that way. She loved her Father to the moon and back, but she had eyes and brain.

Fortunately, neither Rhaenyra nor Vicerys were feeling responsible for her. She was able to learn what she wanted to learn, which included history and fighting. She could travel, which was the most special thing. She had been far, very far, as far as Penthos ! Can you imagine ?

She loved her uncle very much, and valued his strength of mind and capacity of action. When Rhaenyra got married to Laenor, she asked for permission to leave Kings Landing and move with Daemon and his soon to be wife, Laena Velaryon. Since then, she had been following a strict training from Daemon, and a very good education from Laena. She grew with their children and loved the sisterhood bond their formed. Everything was fine, right ?

Yes, everything was fine, until Laena got through the same thing her Mother Aemma went through. Birth would kill her, and she decided to end her life heroically, as a dragon rider. Vhagar burnt her body and left Penthos after that. Funerals were settled in Driftmark.

For the first time, Y/N met her stepbrothers Lucerys and Jacaerys, as well as her cousins... or other stepbrothers? Anyways, Aegon, Helaena and Aemond. Although she was as sad as Baela and Rhaena for Laena's tragic death, she felt a bit more serene being that surrounded. She got to hug her Sister again, and to discover what time had brought to the family. Corlys and Rhaenys were also very happy to see her, considering her in a more tender way that they viewed Rhaenyra, as they knew Y/N was not ... problematic.

This night, Y/N couldn't find sleep and she wandered in the dunes of Driftmark, by the sea side, when she felt something. She felt.. a presence, calling her. And she followed it. What she discovered was Vhagar, the largest living dragon of this world, asleep in the sand. She got closer, closer, and when she arrived next to the beast eye, it opened it. Instead of being scared to death, Y/N looked into this beautiful eye and fell on her knees, finally letting herself cry the death of Laena. She was sobbing, putting one hand on the dragon skin, and stayed here for a while. After a few minutes, Vhagar actually moved her head and pushed her aside. Y/N got back on her feet and the dragon moved again, gesturing toward her back. Was Vhagar asking her to ride her ? Y/N didn't have a dragon. It was not an opportunity, it was fate.

This night, Y/N became Vhagar's new Rider and enjoyed for the first time flying a dragon.

When she got back to the castle after that, all children (except Aegon) were gathered here. She explained to Rhaenyra's and Laena's what happened, and although some (especially Baela and Rhaena) had a hard time accepting it, they agreed that this was the way it was. But Aemond didn't. This night, he lost an eye fighting the other kids, and instead of joining, Y/N ran upstairs and called for help. The rest of the night you know of.

(Time Jump)

After the whole thing, Rhaenyra and Daemon got married, and Y/N, although a bit surprised, got the pleasure to be able to stay not only with her sister but with her favorite uncle and the kids she liked most. Being separated from Baela and Rhaena was hard, but she had full authorization to fly to see them when she wanted to. In the meantime, she kept training with Daemon, hard, harder with the years. She became so good at it, quick and strong, clever and determined, that she was beating him more often.

She tried not to look too much into politics, leaving that to her sister, but she was clearly favoring this side of the family and would always defend them. No matter the cost.

When they departed for Kings Landing, she was anxious. What would happen? The Greens seemed to have taken a major step toward the Throne and Viserys, her Father, apparently was close to dying, and in pain. She was not sure she wanted to join that kind of feast.

-Do you think our cousins will be less foolish and arrogant this time ? Asked Lucerys to his big brother. The brown-haired smirked. - Don't count on that. They grew. And Aegon married his sister, can you imagine how worse he's going to be ? - Hopefully he'll be too drunk to speak evil of us.. - Yes, hopefully.. Y/N stepped in : - Brothers, we can't have fight between us, this has been going on for too long ! - Easy for you to say ! Everyone loves you, you ride Vhagar, you're closer to Rhaenyra and Daemon than any of us.. Seriously, Sister, if it was for popularity you'd be crowned ! Explained Jacaerys with a kind smile on his face. She shook her head and got between the two, holding them close to her. - You are next in line, boys, and the Sevens know I have no desire for crowns. I'll just make sure you two pay respect and deserve what is given to you.

When they arrived in the Red Keep, things were... gloomy, changed. Symbols of the Sevens were everywhere, and tapestries gone. Rhaenyra and Daemon got to Vicerys first, and when they left the room, Y/N had the opportunity to spend a few minutes with her Father. When she left, she made a few steps before putting her hand on her mouth, trying to keep her sobbing quiet. She was devastated, purely devastated, by how in pain and how weak he's got in just a few years. He would die during this year, and she was not ready to see what would happen next.

And talking about what's next, things became tense pretty quickly. In the Great Hall, everyone gathered to listen to succession claims. This was abnormal, as the next Lord of the Tides had to be Rhaenyra's second child Lucerys. By birthright. Y/N looked at Otto Hightower, literally sitting on the throne, and she clenched her jaw.

They were already usurping her sister's right and her father's will.

She then looked at "The Greens", and discovered that years had changed them a lot. Aegon looked as pathetic as he used to, except he cut his hair, Helaena still seemed in her own world, and Aemond.. well, Aemond had an eye patch, consequence of this night in Driftmark, but except for that, he seemed completely changed. He looked.. well, he looked very strong of body but even more of mind. He looked like a boy who decided he would draw his path himself. And when he looked back at her, she didn't break the bond and stared deep into this single, almost maleficent eye. She slightly nodded her head, and he nodded back. "You're back".

A man had died and a feast was planned. In her night gown, Y/N wondered how this family was supposed to enjoy a "good time" together after this day's incident.

She got at her place around the table, facing Rhaenyra, and dared glancing at the others from time to time. Visery's speech this night was moving, and Y/N fought the urge to run into his arms. She missed being held tight by her Father's embrace. She missed having a Father, actually. What she didn't notice was that Aemond (and Aegon) was looking at her the whole time. Nobody could tell what he was thinking, his face still, but the Prince was actually feeling quite the same, except he never got held by his Father at all. He seemed to experience feelings through her eyes, and was holding on to them.

Viserys left the table and kids being kids, still, things went south. Lucerys seemed to mock Aemond, and despite being older, the silver-aired Prince still reacted in the same way : anger. Y/N got up when he threatened her half-Brother and she actually made the exact same steps as Daemon, instinctively. She then took Lucerys by her side and sighed when Aemond left the room.

(I'm also taking a creative freedom here, imagining the court scene in the beginning of episode 8 happens after the dinner and Rhaenyra stayed a day longer, delaying Vicery's death as well)

The next day, Y/N joined her two half-brothers who decided to wander the Keep, ending up in the courtyard where they explained to her that when she was in Penthos and them in Kings Landing, they first learned how to fight there, with Sir Criston and Sir Harwin. She smiled and followed them, joking about how she would have smashed them even at this time.

In the court was in fact Sir Criston, but this time he was training an Aemond that seemed very trained already. Boosted by yesterday's events, he was pushing hard and going quickly, eventually defeating his opponent. Y/N smiled a bit and clapped. He had won fairly, after all.

Driven by this hate Y/N didn't understand fully, Aemond turned toward them and started provoking his nephews.

-Nephews, have you come to train ?

Not letting them speak a single word, Y/N responded, taking a step forward.

-No. They didn't. They're not in Kings Landing to show off, they're here to show respect to their Grandsire the King and bring support to their Mother. As the Princes they are.

Aemond looked more fiercely at her and smirked.

-Oh really? Sad.. I've been dreaming of an opponent from Princess Rhaenyra's family for so long. But I guess they're not ready.

Y/N turned around and saw the boys fuming, ready to jump on him at any second. Again, she went ahead before they made any mistake. She took off a few layers of clothes, as people were gasping to see her having a full training suit under her dress (always be ready, said Daemon), and asked Lucerys to go get her sword, quickly.

-You want someone from Rhaenyra's family ? I give you the sister. - I would not fight a woman, this is not right. - You would fight a warrior, and you'll most likely never even be able to touch a single strand of my hair, don't even worry.

He laughed and nodded, accepting to take the challenge. As Y/N stepped into the ring, she could feel adrenaline building up, and a form of excitement new to her. She was actually... sort of turned on by this little game. And loved that Aemond was a good opponent to fight with.

He took the first step, and quickly realized she was not joking. Her moves were precise, quick, strong. She was showing skills he knew he didn't have, but nevertheless, he fought hard. Y/N let the show growing longer, simply blocking his moves and occasionally giving him a punch here and there, always followed by a smile she couldn't keep for herself. Lucerys and Jacaerys were beyond smiling, and almost broke their own jaws each time Y/N's sword touched Aemond's breastplate.

-Getting tired, my Prince ? She sarcastically asked. He looked at her, breathing heavily, and with a grunt, made a last step forward, hoping to charge her. This time, Y/N, in a couple of moves, disarmed him and Aemond, laying on the ground, had no choice but to recognize his defeat. She smiled and gave him her arm, helping him getting up. He didn't let go of the arm and held it firmly, looking in her eyes as he was only a few inches close to her.

-You are, truly, fascinating. He simply said, before leaving the courtyard.

After this moment, Y/N had trouble keeping up with her thoughts. She had never been interested in boys, love, physical touch.. in a way, she almost though she was different from the others and would never get into this. But she had to admit that Aemond Targaryen, technically also her half-brother, was a new intrigue in her life.

She had loved fighting him, as it was a way for her to demonstrate her strengths and prove that her self-confidence was well-placed, but it was not only that. She had been fighting many opponents, as a training. Not only Daemon, fierce, but also guards and even occasionally knights who came by. She was always glad she could show her skills and feel this adrenaline rush, but with Aemond, she felt something else. Something of a more.. physical nature. A tingling, a spark, something difficult to express but that filled her entire body. And when he kept his grip on her arm and said these few words, she felt her soul fainting.

This was the last day, before she would go back to Dragonstone. After the training in the courtyard, a last lunch was planned with the family.

She couldn't wait.

She had kept her training suit, not bothering to put the dress back on. When she entered the room, Daemon smiled.

-Training without me, niece ? And who was the unlucky opponent ? - He fought well actually. But not nearly as well as I did. She smiled and dared a wink in Aemond's direction, who seemed to suddenly get tense on his chair. Not in anger, but in surprise.

Daemon burst laughing and nodded his head. He was terribly proud of her fighting abilities and even prouder that he was the man who inspired this passion.

The lunch went well, with light talks breaking the silence occasionally. Y/N was mostly talking to her sister and uncle, and could feel Aemond's eye constantly on her face, making her feel like the place was burning hot. When lunch was over, she was first to leave the room, wanting to take a last stroll in the castle before going back to Dragonstone's dark environment.

-Princess Y/N.

She turned around, seing Aemond walking fast in her direction. He had left just a few seconds after her and as the door was closing, she could see Daemon looking at her, raising his cup as to toast for her and Aemond.

-Yes, Aemond ? - You fought very well. - Thank you, I'm aware. She smiled widely, amused to be able to be so cocky. He smirked a bit, apparently alleviated that she was not playing any "lady of the court" role but simply was herself, light and funny.

-You've been away for long. This castle must feel very different. - Yes, very. It's.. darker. I've always loved how fresh it looked and felt. But it's not the case anymore. Your Mother and mine have very different tastes.

Her heart tightened a bit as she said that, suddenly remembering the warmth of her Mother's smile and a shadow of sadness veiled her eyes. Aemond seemed to notice.

-Do you want to go in the city ? She arched an eyebrow, suspicious. - You'll be back an hour before having to leave, no worry. She didn't answer, keeping the suspicious glaze. - I'm just thinking you'd like to be with your Mother a bit.

After getting permission, Aemond and Y/N got on horses and, escorted, left toward the Great Scept, where she, Rhaenyra and Alicent often came to pay homage to their respective late Mothers. Y/N didn't come back for years and when she entered the windy halls, she was suddenly taken by emotion and stopped for a moment, making sure she's be able to control herself before actually stepping in. Aemond was following her, always a step back, as she moved toward one of the rings of candles and got on her knees, her hands together. She didn't know for how long she stayed there, eyes closed and praying (actually more talking). She imagined she was in direct connexion with her Mother and could tell her what was happening, how she was doing. She broke down when she said she wished she could be there, not for her but for her Father. As much as she wanted to remain emotionless, she simply couldn't, even after all these years.

Aemond, who had remained a bit further back, finally took a few steps to kneel by her side, joining hands and remaining silent. When tears stopped, Y/N looked at him.

-You must think I'm very weak. - No, I don't. She didn't say anything, feeling a bit dumb to even care for his opinion of her. - My Mother still fights the urge of crying when she talks about hers. His face was enlightened by the candles, making him look warmer. - There are pains I don't wish to know, and will not place judgements upon. He turned his face toward her and she could see a smile, not a smirk, not a challenge or a provocation, just a soft, very sincere smile. She nodded softly and thanked him in a whisper, glad she had the opportunity to come here. Without quite knowing why, she took a candle in her hands, facing him and closed her eyes again. Instinctively, he joined his hand with hers, around this candle, and she wished for him to not know this pain for a thousand years.

END - Hope you'll like it !

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Dragon & the Wolf, Aemond Targaryen x fem reader (Part 2) 

Part 1 HERE.

WARNINGS - MAJOR SPOILERS FROM HOUSE OF THE DRAGON.

(I was right sons would be sent to search for allies, too bad Aemond went to Baratheons instead of Starks... can't wait for season 2, season finale was amazing!!!)

Disclaimer : I am basing this fiction on HoTD but I don't intend on being 100% accurate with George R. R. Martin's universe. This is a fiction made for pleasure of reading and imagining scenarios, so please keep that in mind :)

PS: I really want to thank all of you for reacting to part 1, this story has been in my head since I first saw Aemond and LORD I'm so glad I can share it with you ! Please keep telling me what you think, positive and negative, and feel absolutely free to suggest ideas for the potential part 3, although I do chose independently wether I follow them or not. Enjoy !!

Synopsis : After arriving in Winterfell looking for allies, Aemond Targaryen finds himself in a position he doesn't know yet. Y/N, Cregan Stark's impetuous daughter, sparks a new light in him, although he can't quite put words on it. In the same time, war is almost upon Westeros and the Greens need the North to rally, just as much as the Blacks. How will Aemond combine this new curiosity with his duty ?

It had been two days since Aemond first arrived in the North, in search of allies in Cregan Stark's court. Stark family didn't seem completely against his brother's claim, but he could sense that they were reluctant to dismiss their first oath to Rhaenyra. Northmen, after all, were known for their loyalty and they held high values of wisdom and fraternity.

For now, Aemond was lucky enough to be the only one in this court, but Rhaenyra's envoys would soon arrive and he knew it. He had to be quick and completely utterly focused.

But how could he be ?

If he entered a hall with only northmen filling it, it would have been way easier. Instead, Y/N, Cregan's daughter, was at her father's side and was omnipresent in the castle. In two days, Aemond could see how respected she was and how she was handling both little matters and great deals. He didn't have much time to talk to her, even more since their last entrevue, during which he probably went a bit too far by literally asking not only for her opinion but for her allegiance. To him.

Since that day, Y/N had been busying herself as much as she could and rarely let Aemond make a step toward her.

But this day would be a bit different.

As Aemond entered the great hall, lords and ladies already around the table (Y/N too), he could feel tension rising.

(I'M TAKNG A CREATIVE FREEDOM HERE, IMAGINING THAT LUCERYS HAS BEEN KILLED BUT OBVIOUSLY HERE NOT BY AEMOND.)

He felt tense, and was fighting the urge to put his hand on his dagger, just in case. Nevertheless, he walked toward his preferred seat next to Cregan and glanced at Y/N. She had very tough, dark features today, and as she looked back at him, he could feel like she was not pleased with him at all.

-My Lords, my Ladies, thank you again for seating at this table. I would love to remain in Winterfell for weeks, but sadly, the matter we're discussing is more urgent by the second. We shall, if Lord Cregan agrees with me, conclude this before sundown.

Lord Cregan smirked, looking at Aemond like he was some kind of criminal. The young Targaryen was utterly lost, and couldn't quite understand why they seemed to accuse him of something.

-Prince Aemond. Started Lord Cregan, with a heavy voice. -You came in this hall talking about avoiding war and maintaining unity and prosperity in the Seven Kingdoms. You made.. serious accusations toward Princess Rhaenyra's sons and general attitude. Even when Prince Viserys only reassured of his support through his life. - Yes, my Lord, but as I told you.. - I'm not finished.

Everyone was holding their breath, and Aemond did feel.. intimidated.

-Yet, we hear today that young Prince Lucerys Velaryon, your cousin, has been killed in Storm's end, as he was sent only as an envoy by his Mother. - Killed ? - Yes, killed. Murdered. By your side of the family.

Aemond looked at Y/N again and suddenly her deadly look made sense.

-I can assure you, my Lord, I had no idea. This surely is an accident, a misunderstanding... - A misunderstanding ?! The boy didn't fall and break his neck, he was savagely MURDERED and the Greens did it, son ! This is no accident, this is a declaration of war, made by your people, by killing a boy who apparently had no intent to spark any fire at all!

Cregan's voice echoed in the hall and Y/N put her hand on her Father's arm, in an attempt to calm him down.

-We, North People, are loyal, proud and true to what we fight for. We don't kill Mother's children to access power or confirm it. We care for ours and welcome lost foreigners.

He rose, his hands still on the table, and looked at Aemond in an almost apologetic way.

-Prince Aemond. I expect we will receive Rhaenyra's envoy soon. You understand I must hear both sides. Things must be cleared. And as we bent knees to both parties, we consider them invalid. The North will chose regardless.

And he left the hall, dismissing the reunion. Y/N was soon to follow.

Aemond waited until everyone was out of the room to leave. He was upset. Very upset. Someone had taken his perfect plan and burned it to the grown. Killing this kid was a stupid move, although he would have loved to take his eye himself.

He left the castle, moving fast in direction of the woods.

-What do you think you're doing, exactly ?

Y/N's voice made him jump and he turned around to discover her, on her dark, very dark horse, and followed by.. a wolf ? He stared at the magnificent beast, who seemed peaceful yet terribly dangerous. After a few seconds of looking at it, he finally focused.

-My Lady Y/N.. On duty again, I suppose? -No. I wanted to clear my mind from all of these matters. I'm going into the forest. But it's always an occasion to patrol, of course. We never stop watching. - Wise words. I was myself going into the forest.

She shook her head and dismounted her horse, walking toward him. The wolf was following.

-No you're not. This is not any forest. There are animals in there you have no idea of. You're not suited. - I think I'll manage. He said, touching his sword. She laughed, sarcastically. - I'm not doubting you can fight, my Lord Aemond. I doubt you know how. She paused, her eyes looking very tough again. - And I don't intend letting Mother's children die.

Aemond could feel her bitterness and hated that she could lay such eyes on him. He was not a cold blooded murderer. He was keen of justice, he was true, strong, sincere and audacious. Right ?

-Well.. I guess you'll follow me, then ?

And he started walking in direction of the forest. She whispered a "damn this fool" but mounted her horse and followed, giving him her hand for him to mount behind her on the horse.

-We'll be safer.

He agreed and sat behind her, letting her move in the forest. She was right, the place had something different. An aura. It smelled chaos and yet everything was perfectly still. Like anything could happen any second. But not anything, actually. It felt like something unreal could happen. Like darkness itself could jump on him and devour his soul.

-Do you know what you're looking for in the forest, lord Aemond? -Actually yes. My dragon.

She paused and turned around.

-Your dragon ? Have you.. lost it ?

He chuckled and shook his head.

-Lost it, no. I arrived on horse, for Sir Criston is no dragon rider. But I can sense Vhagar is around. Dragons are very independent and yet, when they bond, they remain terribly loyal. I've been away for a couple of days, she's not used to it. I expect she's either coming or already there. - Ok.. I guess we'll spot it easily, then.

She sighed, a bit preoccupied, and looked at her wolf.

-Stay close, Shadow. You and I are flammable.

(Time ellipse)

It had been at least an hour since they got into the forest, remaining mostly silent. Suddenly, the mood shifted a bit : wood creaked and wind seemed to blow inward.. The horse stopped and started to get nervous, and Shadow growled. Aemond got down and moved deeper in the forest. This time, Y/N didn't follow.

Silence fell. Lasted. Y/N got back feet on the ground, ready to go get the Prince, when a huge roar echoes in the forest and instinctively, Y/N grabbed her sword, Shadow jumping in front of her. Second after second, a huge beast appeared, smashing trees around it, snow everywhere. Y/N had never seen a dragon before and she had to admit that although this beast was incredibly beautiful and mighty, she was utterly scared. On top of it, Aemond was seated, looking down at her.

-I told you she would be there ! He yelled.

Y/N didn't move, too stunned to react. She could only grab Shadow by the neck, preventing it from doing anything stupid.

-Come, my Lady ! She won't hurt you unless I tell her to. -I shall not, my Lord. Thank you very much but as Targaryens are closer to Gods, Starks are very much humans. And humans belong on the ground.

He laughed. it was the first time she heard him laugh, and suddenly he took off and the beast started to fly higher and higher. Y/N had tears in her eyes, a mix between pure amazement and a terrifying nervousness.

Y/N had been camping in a safe place of the woods, in a clearing with opened sky. Shadow was impossible to calm down, apparently he imagined he could fight a dragon.

Even though Y/N saw this dragon only once, she remained rather calm when the huge beast made land, not too far from them. Actually, the dragon was so close that she could feel its breath. Aemond got down and came by the fire. Shadow was growling and showing its teeth, sign that the wolf didn't appreciate dragons and dragon riders. Y/N and said with irony :

-He won't hurt you unless I tell him to.

He smiled a bit and sat in front of her, remaining silent for a few seconds before finally talking, in a very calm tone.

-Y/N. I know what it looked like. She raised an eyebrow. -I know you all think Lucerys' death was part of .. a general plan from us. It's not. She shook her head again. -My Lord, I've never been to Kings Landing and yet even I know how you and Velaryon children hated each other. And for Greens to secure power, you need not only to reduce Rhaenyra and Daemon to silence but also to wipe out their descent.

He sighed and got closer to her.

-I promise. We didn't mean that. Or at least I was not part of it. You want the truth? I dream since I'm a child to get Lucerys and make him take out his own eye out.

She raised her head to look at him, astonished by the cruelty of the confession.

-In payment.

She was holding her breath, both disgusted by this affirmation, and believing he was telling the truth and therefore, didn't intend a full kill.

-But murdering him was not part of my plan. And I know for sure that my Mother strongly desires mercy for Rhaenyra and her children. I promise.

She remained silent and put her hands on her face, thinking. After a while, she looked at him again, sad, this time.

-I believe you. But it matters not. We must wait for the Blacks to come and state their will. You had your time, they deserve theirs. My Father is a very proud man, Aemond. (she didn't notice she didn't name him Lord or Prince for once) He is true, he is good. He will wait and decide knowingly. There is nothing I can do..

She smiled softly.

-But we heard you. You were good, you know. As an envoy.

He smiled, sincerely, and nodded his head a bit.

-My Mother told me I was the one to do this. She was right. And I'm glad I've been sent here.

He put his hand on hers, making her shiver.

-I'm glad I met you.

It was over. Starks had received word that Rhaenyra's envoy, her son Jacaerys, would soon arrive on dragon back. Cregan had decided the recent death of Lucerys was reason enough for Aemond to leave. He was preparing his horse with Sir Criston, Vhagar had been leaving already.

The court was gathered in the courtyard, respectful enough to bid them farewell correctly. Y/N was feeling odd, like she was losing something. When Aemond got on his horse, her heart tightened. She cleared her throat and took the gift intended to Aegon the Second from Maester's hands to quickly get to Aemond. Cregan looked, not too sure of what was happening.

-My Lord Aemond.. it's a gift. For your Brother the King. It's tradition when a coronation happens. Although you know a gift will also be given to Rhaenyra.

He took it and smiled at her.

-Thank you, my Lady. I hope I will see you again. Soon. Very soon.

She nodded and took a few steps back. When they departed, Aemond turned around and smiled again.

Two weeks. Two weeks since both Aemond and Jacaerys left the castle. Cregan Stark's mind was made. His Lords and Ladies agreed with him. It was done. The North would rally Rhaenyra's side.

Y/N's heart had not stop hurting. She felt upset, preoccupied, and hated that she couldn't find peace. Deep inside, she knew her Father's decision was the right one. She knew King Viserys only meant for Rhaenyra to be his successor. She knew Aegon was a farce, a puppet in Hightower's hands. But this meant she was to never see this Targaryen side of the family again. Or at least not in a pleasant way.

Sun just appeared in the morning sky and she was already heading out of the castle.

-My Lady ! My Lady Y/N !

She turned around to see the Maester running toward her.

-My Lady, a message from King's Landing. It's urgent, you must take it to your Father.

She nodded and rushed inside the castle, straight into her Father's apartments. She gave him the message and after reading it, Cregan looked solemnly at his daughter.

-Well.. I think it's time for you to see a bit more of our world.

She took the message, and as she was reading it, her inner smile grew.

"Lords and Ladies of the Seven Kingdoms. You are asked to send envoys to Kings Landing. They will act as representatives of your Houses, and receive full protection from the War and its consequences, regardless of the side you've chosen. Such representatives will be diplomats and will be able to directly address to King Aegon the Second and his court. This is an attempt, as war is upon us, to keep a negotiating canal opened. We thank you."

The message was signed by Otto Hightower's hand. Y/N looked back at her Father.

-Me ? -Yes, you. She smiled, honored that her Father granted her with such honor. -But you must promise me something, child. If it ever gets too risky, leave at once. She nodded. -And don't marry that boy too soon.

END OF PART 2.

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[sweetfierceimagines]

Dragon & the Wolf, Aemond Targaryen x fem reader (Part 1)

WARNINGS - MAJOR SPOILERS WARNING FROM HOUSE OF THE DRAGON.

Disclaimer : I am basing this fiction on episode 9 of HoTD but I don't intend on being 100% accurate with George R. R. Martin's universe. This is a fiction made for pleasure of reading and imagining scenarios, so please keep that in mind :)

Synopsis: As the Greens took over the Iron Throne, installing Aegon the Second on the highest chair of the Realm, Alicent Hightower starts to plan the aftermath of Rhaenyra finding out. Since she saw Rhaenys flying away, she finds herself in desperate needs of allies, more allies. In this context, she decides to send her son, Aemond, North. His journey might actually wake a new side of his personality.

Viserys was dead, Aegon the Second was born.

Alicent Hightower sat in her chambers, right after the ceremony, thinking about what just happened. Although Aegon seemed to finally accept his position and be grateful for it (which was more than she ever could hope for), Rhaenys had accomplished Helaena's prophecy "there's a beast beneath the boards". And she was most likely flying to dragonstone to break the news to Rhaenyra and Daemon : the Greens were taking over.

Despite Alicent being truly sincere, certain that Viserys had told her to place Aegon on this throne, she didn't want war. But could she avoid it ? Now that the Blacks were about to learn everything through Rhaenys' mouth, she was not sure she could convince her any longer.

She had one thing to do now : protect her children and protect the Realm. And to do that, she needed more allies. Way more.

-You have to do this, Aemond. I trust you can.

Aemond sighed, unhappy do be sent away from Kings Landing during such time.

-Mother. They are coming for us. You need me by your side. I can protect us, I can make them fall. This is not the time to leave. Send Helaena, send your Father, send ..

-This is NOT a negotiation !

Alicent was visibly exhausted and in pain. She had to protect her family, secure her son's position, make sure Otto was not going further in war mongering, and was grieving for her long lost relation with Rhaenyra, who she deeply loved, despite all that happened. Aemond could not understand how much she had on her plate of course, but he was empathetic enough to feel for her. He kneeled in front of her and kindly took her hands.

-I'm sorry Mother. If it is your wish, I shall go North.

She smiled softly and stroke his hair.

-I sometimes forget how much you've grown.. from this child I almost stabbed Rhaenyra's children for, you're now a man, and I know I can trust you.

He nodded his head and stood up.

He was going north.

Aemond left Kings Landing very early on the next day, Sir Criston Cole by his side. Alicent had insisted that he joined.

Although Aemond was truly sure he was best fitted for defending his blood from the Red Keep, he knew that bringing back strong allegiances was the key of their success, for Rhaenyra would attack, and she obviously would have many supporters.

Aemond had never been that up north. The first signs of snow took him out of his thoughts, and he looked around, taking in this very special atmosphere. It was dark yet not gloomy, it had a sens of secret, mystic.

The two men were welcomed at the main gate of Winterfell by the close court of Lord Cregan Stark. They looked very careful, unsure of what this Targaryen boy had in mind.

In the great hall of Winterfell, Lord Cregan was sitting on his throne, waiting for the young prince to state his will.

-My Lords, be assured that the passing of King Viserys is a tragic incident for all of us, up north. He was a good King, wise, measured and thoughtful. He will be missed.

Lord Cregan voluntarily marked a pause.

-My delegate in Kings Landing did inform me of the way things were.. managed. I must say, my Lord Aemond, it was rather unusual and if I may speak the truth, as us northmen are used to doing, not the cleverest idea.

Another pause. Aemond and Criston clenched their jaws. It didn't seem like the best place to look for allies.

-Yet, he bent the knee. Again.

Criston did relax a bit, but Aemond's sole eye was still sharply piercing Lord Cregan Stark's gaze. He finally spoke up :

-On behalf of my Mother the former Queen and of my King, Aegon the Second, I do apologize for such.. process, my Lord Stark. But these times are dark ones. We had to make sure my Father's will would be heard and respected. Many, you see.. doubted my Mother's word.

Lord Cregan smirked.

-Well, doubting it or not, Aegon the Second is King, isn't he ? So it's settled. - Settled. That's a bit hasty. You see..

As he was going to carry on, a woman entered the front door, slightly covered in dirt and her dark hair wet with snow. She was clothed for hunting and carried many weapons. When, as she was walking forward, she realized she interrupted something, she froze a second. Lord Cregan took upon him to explain.

-Y/N, finally. I sent for you to come back as soon and possible, and to inform you of our guests coming. - I'm very sorry Father, I didn't see anyone. But I'm back, I'll just get changed very quickly and be there in a minute. (She turned toward the two guests) My Lords, may you be welcomed in Winterfell.

She then vanished, leaving behind her a smell of grass and wood. Aemond couldn't stop staring at the door for a second, taking in the scent of this woman.

-I'm sorry, my Lords. We were informed quite late of your venue. My daughter was already gone in the woods. - Hunting ? Asked Criston. - Well, she usually brings something back if she sees it fit, but no. She is in charge of Winterfell's security. She was carrying out a recognition mission.

Aemond didn't say a thing. A woman, in charge of safety ? Carrying out missions ? Recognition ? A woman hunter was already something very odd in his world, but one with "men" responsibilities, granted directly by her Father..

Lord Cregan had given them some time off, asking for a little patience as he was gathering lords and advisers on the tough matters to be discussed. Aemond was wandering the halls of Winterfell, surprised that the castle was not utterly cold. He got out, on the rempart, and was met by the woman who previously entered the main hall.

-My Lord, are you lost ?

He could have sincerely said yes in many ways, but simply marked a polite pause before making a few steps toward her. He had been raised in the utter respect of Women, contrary to Aegon.

-I was simply looking around. This castle is nothing like I have seen before, in Kings Landing or in the Tides. - Much darker, I presume ?

He nodded a bit.

-But not in a bad way. Actually, Kings Landing may be bright, but the place is crawling with shadows.

She looked at him for a while. He was very mysterious, almost talking in riddles, but seemed like a descent person. Y/N was not a big fan of Targaryens, mostly because everyone North considered them unmoral and authoritarian, self-centered, power-driven. This one, she was intrigued by.

-Every castles has its shadows. We should be heading back. You didn't come for the great forests, after all.

He didn't answer and simply shifted backward to give her enough space to pass through. He then proceeded to follow her back into the main hall, where a large table had been placed, lords and advisers all around, waiting for the Dragon.

Lord Cregan introduced everyone, and then let Aemond speak of his cause.

-My Ladies, My Lords, I am here today on behalf of our King, Aegon the Second, and of our former King, Viserys. I, Aemond Targaryen, ask for your loyalty toward the Realm to be re-expressed, firmly and openly. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen is likely to disrespect her Father's last will, and try to take power by force, storming Kings Landing and usurping the Throne. She must be fought. She seeks for nothing but fire and blood, war, solely to take over. I trust you will recognize the need to defend our Seven Kingdoms against illegitimacy and deceit.

He sat back down. Everyone was glancing around, not quite daring to say a word.

-My Lord Aemond..

The voice came from a Lord introduced as the protector of territories nearer to the Wall.

-We cannot help but wonder why, Princess Rhaenyra would believe in such.. will. Our King Viserys did nothing but remind us of his desire to see his firstborn daughter rise, from Lords swearing allegiance to expressing her children's right to the Driftmark throne. He.. I mean, without meaning any offense my Lord, but Aegon Targaryen has never been... claimed by King Viserys.

Criston Cole squeezed his swords' knob with anger, but Aemond was still.

-Do you know how I lost my eye, my Lord?

Silence.

-The night Laena Velaryon was sent back to the Gods, I went straight to Vhagar, the largest living dragon alive, and claimed her. I rode this beast that night, and when I came back, the rest of the children were waiting for me to surrender her to them. This night, not only did I make sure Vhagar would be mine and mine only, but I defended what I truly believe in.

Heavier silence.

-Rhaenyra's children are nothing but bastards, and she conducted herself as a shame for her name, for her Father's legacy. Her and Daemon Targaryen were already mating when she was just a girl. Do you really want such people to represent the Sevens ? Do you want a woman who made sure her ... husband.. would never reappear, to be crowned Queen ? Honestly, my Lords, if it was just a question of man or woman, Lady Rhaenys would have be named Queen long time ago. But it's not. It's about temper. And the Black Queen has the temper of a delusional, privileged, war-mongering shameful fool. I'm not surprised that my Father didn't switch his position toward her, she would have completely lost it if he did, and King Viserys was wise. He knew he had to wait that last, very last second to trust his beloved, faithful, moral wife, with his true will : save the Kingdom from his daughter and preserve true blood.

No one spoke up or even moved, too shocked to function. Aemond's words were to be though about, and he had placed much confusion in these people's minds. He turned his gaze to Y/N, who was sitting by her Father's side. She didn't break contact, her face so still it was purely impossible to know wether she was agreeing or not.

The talks after that lasted for a long time. Aemond and Cole surprisingly let the Lords and Ladies speak up their minds, even when coming very close to what could be considered treason. Y/N was observing, letting her Father lead the Stark family. She kept glancing at the silver haired boy, strangely attracted by his coldness.

Later that evening, after food was served and wine eased the mood, Y/N excused herself and left the room, moving quickly in the halls to get lower and lower, towards a secret exit. As she was putting on some protections and fetching her main weapons, she suddenly felt a presence and turned around quickly, meeting her opponent's sword with hers.

It was Aemond Targaryen, looking at her with that ever piecing eye. She put back her sword and kept on preparing herself, until the Prince took a few steps, blocking the exit door.

-What are you doing, exactly?

Her tone was nothing ceremonial, almost rude.

-Tonight is not a night to be going out alone in the woods, my Lady. Much has to be discussed yet. - My Father is well-suited for these talks, I don't think my opinion is required. Please, move away, my Lord. - I will not.

She sighed and shook her head slightly.

-What is it you want, then ? -Your opinion.

She closed her eyes for a moment, sighing more heavily while deciding to remove her gear and head back into the castle, not looking back as she knew Aemond was following closely. She entered her quarters and went straight to serve herself and the Prince cups of light wine. She then sat by the fire, handing him his cup.

-My opinion, huh?

He nodded, the flames dancing in his eye.

-My opinion is that from what I heard, your brother will be a terrible King, where Rhaenyra and Daemon have proven to be worthy of power. Actually, I would have loved for your Mother to be Queen, if it was only based on ability. But since it's not..

She leaned toward him, her face close to his.

-I would rather bend the knee to someone who seem fit for it.

Her honesty could literally cost her life, but Aemond was waiting for nothing less. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and her scent was filling his nose, as she was so close to him. He took it in, taking a long breath, and closing his eye. He then, slowly, very slowly, put his cup down and proceeded to remove his eye patch, letting Y/N discover his true face. A few seconds passed, silent and heavy.

-Aegon is no King material.

He opened his eye again, his scar seeming to move.

-But I am.

Y/N had to remember to breathe, as all this talk was a scandal in too many ways to count.

-You're not even close in line. If Rhaenyra didn't exist, your brother and sister's children would be first. - True. - What's the meaning of all of this ? Why do you ask these questions ? And why do you tell me that ?? - I'd like your support. - I'm not the one deciding for Winterfell's support, my Father is in charge. - I'm not talking about Aegon versus Rhaenyra. This he can deal with. I want your support. Toward me.

His words were spoken with such care, calmness. He was looking at her not as a politician but as a man. Maybe for the first time in his life, he didn't quite know wether if was looking for allies of power or allies of heart.

-You sure are a special man.. She said, looking suspiciously at him. - But I must say.. I'm kind of tempted.

END OF PART 1. Let me know if you enjoyed it :) Part 2 if required

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Not an option - Steve Harrington x (fem)reader

Hey everyone :) Thank you so much for those who red my previous story, it feels so good to be able to write again and to simply let my imagination do its thing ! Welcome to another Steve Harrington x (fem) reader, happening in season 4 universe <3

Synopsis : Y/N, a young promising scientist part of Nina Project understands the connection between Eleven's visions and the ongoing unnatural Hawkins events. She rushes to the city, to warn the others and fight 001. But as she does, she has no choice but to face her memories from her Hawkins teenage years, here called Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler.

Warnings : SPOILERS FROM SEASON 4 OF STRANGER THINGS. You're warned. Also, I do NOT claim to be 100% stranger things accurate, it's not my purpose. It might consequently seem "unrealistic" to some, but keep in mind that my intent is to enjoy as many Steve scenarios my imagination can bring to the world. Other than that, no major warning.

Y/N's POV

Y/N was working on the Nina project, alongside many other very promising scientists gathered in that bunker-lab. The main mission was Eleven. This girl was the solution. She always had been and, somehow, Y/N feared that she would always need to be. Unlike the others, she saw her with a very human, empathetic vision. She was a teen, before anything else. She had traumas, too many to count. She was lost and scared, but she also was determined. Oh man.. she had so much willpower, so much capacity of challenging herself, even in the most painful situations. She was the strongest human she ever knew.

And she performed.

After days of pushing her further and further, Eleven achieved something insane. She deconstructed her memories, she went back in her childhood to discover one immense truth : she was not the most dangerous of the kids who came to Brenner's lab. There was another one, and as an adult, 001 had become a threat too huge to be kept alive. Eleven, as a child, had destroyed him. Well, no.. Y/N understood directly : she destroyed the human form of him, the one able to walk hearth. But she also had allowed him to become something else, something that was able to cause great harm from the upside-down.

Looking at the monitors, Y/N silently gasped to herself.

(Y/N) - It's him.. he's the Hawkins killer.

Brenner and Owens were too busy minding wether or not Eleven had recovered her powers to think wider and understand, as Y/N was, that in the past they created the thing that was brutally murdering young people in its home city.

Y/N could not act as usual. In a minute, she decided that she would leave the training of Eleven to those who knew her best, and that she would get to Hawkins with this new information and try her best to prepare the field for Eleven when she'll be ready to fight it. Because she knew that, of course, she could only do so much. She was not the solution, yes, but she could make El's task easier, right?

The next day, no one found her at her station. Brenner and Owens trusted her, they had recruited her even before she started her science university courses. They would not interfere, even more when they had so much on their plate.

Y/N arrived in Hawkins the next day.

She had driven the whole night and day to get there as quick as possible. She was exhausted, but somehow her body seemed to be able to keep going at its full paste as she was fueled by the adrenaline of recent events.

Truth was, she didn't really know where to start. She parked in front of the police station, going in.

(Y/N) - Hey, someone ?

An officer with glasses and looking quite frustrated arrived at the counter and raised his eyebrows at her, sign that she could go on but not waste his precious time.

(Y/N) - I'm from here, I'm coming to visit but I've heard about the attacks. Could you tell me how the investigation is going ? (Phill Callahan) - How it's going ?? Oh yeah, of course I can tell you, I have nothing better to do, right ? I don't basically have the whole city trying to find a bunch of kids to hang them for good measure ? I don't have a fugitive on the loose ? I don't have 3 dead bodies to deal with ?? (Y/N) - Ok, ok ! Didn't mean to bother, alright ? But.. what the hell is that about ? People are rising up against.. kids ? (PC) - Yes. The Hellfire club ? They're convinced it's a satanic group that fuels Eddie Munson's murders. And they're trying to find them. Please ma'am, don't get involved would you ? We have enough to manage. (Y/N) - Of course officer, I would never join this kind of movement, rest assured. Thanks for your time.

Y/N left the police station, thinking about it. The "kids" were obviously the happy nerdy gang and their not-grown-enough adults Nancy, Steve and Robin. Eddie, she didn't know. But the first newspaper she found pretty terrifyingly explained the whole situation, with a picture of that club.

"It's stupid.. it's just a roleplay game club.. They're just a bunch of nerds enjoying alternative universes for fuck sake", she said to herself, shaking her head. She was sick to her stomach, imagining how easily Hawkins' citizens decided to follow that path.

"Damn you Harrington, you're in trouble".

She did the one thing she knew how to do : investigating. She was perfectly aware of the upside-down and the way it had worked so far : gateways. Last murder known happened in Lover's Lake, so she figured it would be a good starting point. As she was walking the woods toward the shore, she heard voices. Teens voices. Was that.. yes ! Lucas, Dustin and Max were some sort of arguing, looking at a boat on the middle of the lake.

She smiled, relieved to have found them first, and cleared her throat, causing them to literally jump and almost fall into the lake.

(Dustin) - Y/N ? (Y/N) - Hey. Pretty night to find a way in the upside-down, hm?

They looked at each-other, wondering wether or not they should keep everything to themselves. Y/N had always been rather close to the group, but she never fought by their side, properly talking.

(Y/N) - You don't have to explain to me yet, once I share my informations you'll understand why I'm here, but for now, I just have one question. Where the hell are the others ?

They tilted their heads toward the little boat on the lake and gave her the pair of binoculars. She took them, looking through.

(Y/N) - They never learn, do they ?

She paused, looking at them talking. Nancy was here of course. Nancy was always here, right ? Her grip tightened as she looked at Steve taking his shirt off, probably getting ready to recklessly get to the bottom of the lake. But if this part was pretty satisfying, (Y/N observed with utter concentration and a bit of red on the cheeks), she just couldn't take her eyes off Nancy, basically eating up Steve by the look she gave him.

(Y/N) - Seriously, can she ever get enough ? She whispered to herself, her jealousy never far. She didn't care wether or not the others heard. Actually, she had been pretty opened to Dustin in the past, and he was aware of their.. status.

But as Steve jumped into the water, the kids turned around, pulling Y/N down. They could see flashlights in the woods, hopefully detectives and not the angry crowd that pretty much wanted their heads.

Y/N turned back to the lake, one last time before they would have to leave or would be taken away by the police.

(Y/N) - Please, don't be foolish.

They had been able to flee from deeply concerned parents and upset police officers. After being taken away by the police at the lake and vaguely interrogated, the kids once again decided to not play by the rules and to get to another gateway to the upside down. Y/N did not yet have time to reveal to them what she knew, as she was more concerned about the others' safety. For now, one thing mattered : get Steve, Robin, Eddie and Nancy back.

They rushed to the trailer park, and let Dustin work his magic. One after the other, they passed from a world to another. Robin, good, Eddie, good, Nancy.. ? Everyone started to panic as Nancy started to convulse, her eyes white, and still in the other world. 001 was doing it again.

Y/N didn't wait and jumped to the other world, kicking Steve out of his panic attack.

(Y/N) - Steve ! Listen, we're going to get her to the other world, OUR fucking world ok ? Help me, we must lift her up. Come on ! (Steve) - What .. ? How.. ? You? (Y/N) - Don't even think, you're not good at that, lift her up, come on ! I can't do it alone !!

He finally obeyed, and working together, they got Nancy the other way and Max basically raised her music's volume to its maximum, hoping to get enough to allow her to get back. Y/N forced Steve to go first, and she passed to the other side before it closed by itself.

(Disclaimer : I would just like to remind that I'm not trying to be 100% ST accurate and simply try to jump over this Nancy possession thing to get to my point. Sorry in advance if you don't like how fast I made it)

Nancy came back, or at least for now. They all knew that just like Max, she was not safe. And maybe was she even less safe as the music solution got much less effective with her.

The whole time, Steve held her hand, her head, talking to her, as Y/N waited patiently a few steps away, not being able to help and just observing. She couldn't help but to think of everything that happened.

Truth is, Y/N and Steve always had something very special. They were as close as Steve was now with Robin, except they also knew they were deeply attracted to each other. The problem had been.. well, Nancy ! The love Steve had for her was passionate, strong, and even had the power to make Y/N feel like an option. Little by little, she took her distances. Little by little, she detached from the feelings she had for him, and tried to convince herself that it was better to move on.

Except she didn't really know how to do that.

Even when Nancy got in a relationship with Jonathan, Steve didn't really make an effort to show Y/N interest. And after that, she left for the Nina project, somehow very relieved to not have to see him everyday.

After Nancy came back, Steve didn't leave her. Dustin came to Y/N, smiling softly. This kid had a good heart.

(Dustin) - Really didn't think you'll ever come back. (Y/N) - Yeah.. Me neither. But with everything that's happening, I had to give it a shot. (Dustin) - It's good to have you here but I have to warn you Y/N, these two are somehow.. I mean.. if I were you, I wouldn't want to be around them too much, it's pretty obvious they are not.. totally over, you know. (Y/N) - I know. It's not about him. (Dustin) - If you say so.

Y/N sighed and took a few steps to get to the middle of the room.

(YN) - Ok, guys ? Attention ? I have some things I'd like to share with you, some major, major things.

All eyes turned at her. She focused on literally everyone but Steve, as she didn't want to be distracted for the big speech.

(Y/N) - You know I left town almost a year ago. I did it for many, many reasons (she paused, drama queen as she was), but the most important one was.. science. You all know Brenner and Owens names, right? Eleven former .. teachers ? Well, I work with them, or worked, I don't really know. And Eleven agreed to trying something new to get her abilities back. I'll skip the whole protocole and how we do this, but it's mostly based on her walking through her own memories and finding what gave her so much power. And while she was doing that, quite amazingly I must say, she uncovered a very, very crucial truth. The thing you call Vecna ? It's not a demon. It's a man. Eleven knew her when she was a kid, just a child. He was one of Brenner's, he was actually number One, taken after he murdered his entire family. And he was the most powerful and dangerous ever encountered. To make it quick, he used Eleven to.. basically kill everyone. Every kid. The only one he couldn't kill was El. She was already powerful enough to literally send him to the upside down, removing the threat from this earth for years. But from what I understand, 001 found a way to open gates by himself to get to his victims without having to get physically in our world.

There was a long silence. Everyone looked at each other, trying to figure out what it meant for them.

(Max) - So.. it's a man, with similar powers as El. And... do we know his purpose ?

(Y/N) - Pretty much. He seems to consider human structures as.. against the natural laws of the universe. And he wants to destroy them. Unleash chaos. And.. I'm not too sure about that but I think he wants to fight El again. I mean, he lost the first time, right ? And he might be getting more power from the victims he makes, hm ? That's not excluded ? So.. it could also be a way to get her here and try his luck. In her memory he was trying to convince her to join him. And even as a kid, she refused right away.

(Robin) - That's huge.. Y/N. That's so huge.. (Dustin) - And where is she ? Did she get her powers back ? (Y/N) - I won't tell you where she is, it would be of no help. And for her powers, I believe with what happened during the last session, she's very close to full control. In the meanwhile.. (Robin) - No, don't say a thing, I feel like I'm not going to like that.. (Y/N) - I want to try to weaken him. That means no more victims and.. get to his world and find a way to break him from the inside. (Robin) - Knew it. (Y/N) - You don't get it, you didn't see her memories. He is.. INSANELY.. strong. And if he was that strong in the past I can do nothing but fear for how much stronger he got ! Eleven won't be able to take him out by herself. (Steve) - Going back to his lair, it's plain suicide.

Y/N paused, turning her head to him. She looked at him, still holding Nancy's hand, and couldn't help but feel vulnerable again.

(Y/N) - No, it's not suicide. It's strategy. And if it leads to death, it would be sacrifice. Which is a risk Eleven literally took a dozen times.

He didn't have anything else to say and just nodded slowly. Everyone else could feel how tension had risen and Dustin looked back and forth at them with a concerned look.

She hated how much he could shake her.

(Steve) - You're going to hate me for long ?

Y/N had found a bit of isolation under a porch next to Munson's trailer. She turned around to watch Steve sitting down next to her.

(Y/N) - I don't hate you, never did never will. (Steve) - But you act like you hate me though. (Y/N) - Maybe. It's been a while, and coming back.. it's a lot to take.

He nodded his head and bumped his shoulder into her.

(Steve) - Hey, love the new hairstyle. I always told you to cut a bit shorter, knew it would look great on you.

Y/N smiled a bit, remembering how many times he indeed advocated for 3/4 cm less.

(Y/N) - You're always right Harrington.

He laughed rather loudly and shook his head.

(Steve) - Naaa. Literally always mistaking. The group ? They do all the figuring out. Nancy and Robin did the Creel research, Dustin found the gateways, Lucas saved Max with her favorite music. I mostly follow. (Y/N) - Always in good company, right? (Steve) - Y/N..

They looked at each other, knowing exactly what she was talking about. Before leaving Hawkins, Y/N gathered her courage and made sure to tell to Steve everything. How she always loved him, how she knew he loved her back, how he messed everything up time after time, because he was chasing the wrong person.

(Y/N) - Yes ? Something to say maybe ? (Steve) - She's still with Jonathan you know. (Y/N) - Ooooh, she's still with Jonathan, right ! Like it's what prevents you both from basically making love to each other by the look you give. Like it's what I care about. I don't ! I see, Steve, I watch. And I don't need to look much to see how you still feel for her and how unavailable you are. But don't worry.

She stood up, heading back to the trailer.

(Y/N) - I will never let anyone treat me as an option again. You don't have to care about my feelings for you, I will have none.

And she left him, as he was thinking about how he did treat her like an option for years, how he didn't take into account her feelings, showing his interest for Nancy over and over again, even when it was pretty obvious it was hurting her deeply. And he though about how true she was. He still had feelings, he still placed Nancy as his top priority. But why?

Was Nancy his soulmate, or was he simply too attached to the memory of when life was easy and fun ? Because yes, Nancy was the sweet dream he lived, the blessed time of romance, school king, no worries, no demons, love-making and partying.

When he came back in the trailer too, his first glance went to Y/N, before Nancy called his name.

Some time passed. The whole team had to figure out the safest ways to get to this place in the upside-down and investigate, gather informations about 001 and his weaknesses before Eleven eventually turns out and fought the ultimate duel.

During this time, Y/N had to spend time with Steve. She didn't have much of a choice and, somehow, she could see him trying to get their special bond back. He was being extra kind, soft, never raising his voice, remaining careful about his choice of words, well.. trying to get forgiven ! But as much as he was trying, Y/N had the biggest trouble not picturing Nancy in the picture.

She was always here, either looking at him or catching his attention one way or the other. How annoying could she get, seriously ??

After a couple days, Y/N decided the time had come. She had to go to the other side and see for herself. She had to. And she was too determined for the others to chose at her place.

(Y/N) - Alright, I'm going, I'm ready. And don't you dare try to prevent me, there's just no way we help El win this fight if we don't go there and gather intel. He's ... somehow human. He MUST have weak points. And I'll find them.

They agreed, even if everyone was incredibly anxious. Y/N dressed up, in a rather military way, hopping she wouldn't be noticed once there. The point was not to fight but to observe.

They all gathered around the gateway, ready to open it. Y/N was about to join them, leaving the bedroom when a firm hand grabbed her by the arm and got her back in the room.

(Y/N) - What the hell Steve ? I have to go, stop grabbing me like that, what's wrong with you ? (Steve) - What's wrong with me ? You're asking, Y/N, you really are ?? It would take a time we don't have to spill the whole thing, but mostly you ! YOU are wrong. You always believed I didn't care about you, I didn't SEE you. But I did Y/N, I didn't do it right and I hurt you way too much, but I DID see you. And I do see you today. I care about you, alright ? These days, my attitude. I'm not trying to get my best-friend back, I'm trying to bet to the best friend for whom I felt so much. For whom I could have given my life. Yes, I loved Nancy, she was my first true relationship, but you are my first love. And I know I am for you too.

Y/N was still, too choked to say a word. Steve released her of his grip, talking softer.

(Steve) - I'm sorry, Y/N, I hope you know how sorry I am for our high school years. I never treated you the way you deserved and you have no reason to trust me into actually taking the right decisions from now on. But please, believe me when I tell you I want to, I WANT to take the right decisions. I want to make it right for you, and with you.

Robin knocked on the door, reminding them of their actual purpose.

(Steve) - And wether you like it or not, I'll come with you. (Y/N) - No ! You won't ! The less we are the more successful it can be. And you've been injured already, you must heal ! (Steve) - I don't think I'll heal if this thing is .. (Y/N) - Person, Steve, it's a person. (Steve) - Wait to see its face.. Anyway, I don't think I'll heal until this fine gentleman is terminated. I know you're scared of that too. I see the way you look at the wound. I'll come.

They came out of the door together, moving toward the newly re-opened gateways.

(Y/N) - Alright guys, now we'll see if I should stick to labs or if I'm made for this literally messed up world.

END OF PART 1.

Hope you enjoyed it ! Please tell me what you though of it and claim a part 2 if you'd like it :)

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What is the metaverse - Billy x (fem)reader 

(Hello everyone ! It's been a while since I last wrote anything, and with the release of Stranger Things' new season I though it'll be a good timing to get a shot at writing again :) Hope you'll like it, please tell me you're opinion (I love to improve) and don't hesitate sending requests. I can't promise I'll be able to honor them but I can promise I'll take an interested look at it !) Warnings : SPOILERS FROM PART 1 OF STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4.

Synopsis : Reader (fem) is a passionate of alternative universes, science fiction and stories people around her deem uninteresting and weird. She moved to Hawkins the year of the Mall fire and started to investigate by herself about the unusual activities of the city. Discreet and careful, she made sure to never be discovered by the others. But this year, the memories and new series of attacks bring her to a whole new level of investigation.

Disclaimer : this is NOT meant to be 100% Stranger Things accurate, or else we obviously won't have any Billy storyline. It's meant to have fun and let creativity run it's way :) THIS IS A READER'S POV

She was alone, but she didn't feel like it. Somehow, she knew she dig too deep into this matter, she discovered too much, too much to ever be able to come back from it. For a year, she witnessed, carefully, how Hawkins was going downhill. For a year, she looked and listened. For a year, she witnessed things she would never though could be real. But they were. And that night at the mall, as a group of kids were doing way too much and going way too far (which didn't seem to be a problem for anyone), she saw it.

This thing. This.. monstrous thing straight out of a role-play game or a sci-fi universe. But it was real, and people couldn't count on multiple lives to get back up.

This very night, she witnessed, unable to do a thing, as Billy Hargrove was getting murdered by this thing. Butchered. This very night, she created material for a lifetime of nightmares.

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Sirens from police cars were blasting outside.

Y/N woke up this morning, alone in the house, as she heard several police cars. She was living by the trailer park, in a small yet confortable house with her parents.

It was not unusual of course, and with the past year she almost grew used to these sounds, yet this time, it felt different. Why would it be so many car, rushing so fast ? Something was happening.

As curious as she was, she couldn't help it. She grabbed the first clothes she found, took a shower and headed toward she siren's sound with her bicycle. Parent's were working, no car available.

The trailer park was full of people, just as curious as she was, parents looking concerned, gossipers looking thrilled, as every eyes were turned toward the Munson's trailer. Fighting her way toward the security line, Y/N just had time to get a glimpse of the scene, as a blond girl in cheerleading uniform was lying on the floor, her skin grayish and her arms and legs looking.. crooked.

Y/N silently gasped, realizing who this girl was, and quickly running potential scenarios in her head.

The Munsons. Eddie. She knew Eddie, well.. kind of. She never could join their club, as she was trying not to draw attention on her passion for sci-fi, and, frankly, as this club was sexist af. But Eddie never seemed like a bad guy. He was dealing drugs, this she knew, but no one ever claimed he even tried to get violent with anyone. So why, suddenly, would he kill a woman and leave her in his trailer to be found almost dismembered ? This made no sense.

Getting away from the crowd, she walked back to her bicycle and just stood here for a while, looking at people coming and going while she was thinking about it.

Who could want to cause harm to this girl, and why would they do it like that?

From a distance, Y/N observed.

Just like the past year, she made sure the kids and their not-so-grown companions never noticed her presence. But while she remained invisible, she listened, she watched. She was one clever woman, with a very deductive mind and a strong temper witch helped her never backing up, even when she felt alone and scared. And what she saw during these few days were clearly terrifying enough to get her nightmares not only back but stronger.

She was not sleeping much, but when she could, all that appeared to her mind was Billy.

In some way, following and observing him last year had taken a great deal from her. She never had a relationship with him, she doubted he even knew her existence when he was sane (if he ever was), but she had felt so much empathy for him that somehow, her heart broke in a thousand pieces when this monster killed him.

And since that moment, she kept dreaming of him. It was always the same scenario : they were in a field, the kind where you picnic with your lover and take a nap in each other’s arms, he turned around and smiled at Y/N, telling her everything would be ok now. But suddenly, the sky would grow dark, red, and Billy’s face would change. He looked scared and scary, lifeless. Time seemed to stretch, Y/N couldn’t run, she could only look at Billy as he would get closer and closer to her, stretching a bloody hand toward her face, opening his mouth to say something. It usually was at that moment that she woke up, sweaty and scared. But now, the nightmares were getting longer. 

Now, she had another part added to it. As his mouth opened, Billy's face would suddenly stretch into a pure look of pain. As if from the inside, something was torturing him. Gasping for air, trembling, he looked like he was fighting this thing, giving everything he could to tell her something, give her the key to save him, or at least get something very significant off his chest. This would last for what appeared to be hours, and as he would finally fall into her arms, hugging her so tight he could break her ribs, as if he was holding on to life through her, she would wake up.

And these times, she was waking up more upset than scared, absolutely mad that even in her nightmares she could not save him. She just needed these few damn words, she knew he was about to speak, but she was waking up and it was incredibly painful.

And the sound of this old clock in her dreams...

(time lapse)

She was back at the trailer park.

The group had figured out that the thing that attacked people (they named it Vecna) was creating gates with each of it's killing. So they came back at the first one, for good measure.

As they were inside, Y/N could barely hear what was happening. She sighted, frustrated not to be able to see if they were right about the whole thing, and took her notebook from her bag, re-reading what she had wrote earlier.

"Creature from a parallel universe, they named it Vecna (why tf?). Takes possession of people through trauma and fear. Anxiety signs first, then approches them by sound (clock) and doesn't give them a choice.. "Gateways open at each killing scene. Apparently not a good idea to get to the other side. "Girl named Max probably still in danger. Who else ? How to prevent other killings? How to know who's targeted? "Am I in danger?

As she red this last comment, a strong, almost blasting sound of an old clock resonated through her ears. Paralyzed by fear, as it was the first time she could clearly ear it in reality, she didn't dare breathing, keeping her eyes focused on the notebook.

"Am I in danger?

Yes. Oh Yes.

After what seemed like ages, she finally dared to move, slowly turning around. Nothing, there was nothing but the trees, nothing wrong. Breathing heavily, a timid smile forming on her lips, she put the notebook back in her back and grabbed the bicycle. She needed to get a bit further from the trailer in case they got out sooner than expected.

But as the wheels turned and the bike started to roll, Y/N felt a sudden cold wind blasting her back, and within a blink, she went from trailer park to a desolated version of it, with a red sky and a floor covered in black, sticky roots. 

She braked, looking around both confused and utterly terrified. She knew where she was, but it made no sense. She didn’t have the same symptoms as the others. She had nightmares yes, but nothing that would make her feel like she was overwhelmed. And most importantly, she hadn’t been followed by the resonating sound of that old clock every victim talked about. She only heard it in her nightmares, which only was a projection of what she was learning with the investigation, and in the real world she only heard it once. One, blasting sound. But only once. Why would Vecna abandon on harassing his victims before killing them ? Why, with her, would it be so sudden ? It made no sense. 

Hands firm on the bike, she carefully went onward, as she didn’t really know what else to do. All her senses were on alert mode, her heart was beating incredibly fast, and she could feel anxiety tears forming in her eyes. 

« It makes no sense, it makes no sense », was the only thing she could tell herself right now. She wished she was not alone. She wished she had told the others about her, she had joined them. They would come to rescue her, as they did for their own. 

But she was alone. 

« Y/N »

Another brake. Y/N turned around, ready to fight the intruder. 

« Y/N »

The voice grew clearer, she frowned her eyebrows. 

« It’s not possible.. it can’t be », she whispered, completely loosing her mind. 

The voice was repeating her name, and she decided to reach it. As she got closer, her heart would race even faster. It couldn’t be, no, it couldn’t be his voice. 

(Y/N) "No, you can't be real" She reached it, the voice. But it was not possible.

Stranding in front of her was Billy. Alive, with no visible sign of wounds. He looked at her, smiled a little, and shook his head.

(Billy) "I know, I don't even really know if I am."

Y/N kept her distances, her rational mind preventing her from believing in this too easily. But.. he was looking pretty fucking real.

(Y/N) "I saw you die. You're just a memory, right? A memory created by this Vecna thing to get me to it?"

(Billy) "Vecna? Who the hell is Vecna? I've been here for long. How long, I have no idea, I don't really have a calendar nearby. But for what I know, this place is only ruled by a single.. thing. I wouldn't call it a man."

Y/N covered her face with her hands, letting the bike fall as she took a few steps, completly loosing it. He really seemed real. But there was no way of making sure.

(Y/N) "How did I end up here? How did you? And this thing, what does it do? Why? How? I mean.. you're aware that a fake version of you drawn Max in this world too ? That this thing can create fake versions of our memories. Why would YOU be real ? It makes sense that it would create you to get me, you're basically my trauma. But it doesn't make any that you would be real.

She wanted to believe him. She wanted him to be here, flesh and bones. She wanted him to be savable. But she needed answers.

He sighted and took a few steps toward her.

(Billy) "Y/N, you're right, there's nothing I can say to prove you wrong, because you're terribly right. And for Max.. I saw her. I saw her in this place. But it seemed pretty fucking stupid to interfere."

He took another step closer, his face expressing.. hope?

(Billy) "But she's alive right? It didn't get it, she's too tough for that creature. I wasn't good to her, I hope life's easier for her now. Well, no, I hope it will be easier, when it's over."

Empathy. Y/N felt deeply touched again by that man who always appeared to her as more that everyone considered of him.

(Y/N) "Billy.. She was visiting your grave when she was taken. When she got scared of losing life, her last action, her instinct, told her to come and talk to you. She's strong yes, and she loves you."

Billy looked up and smiled, a little smile, but a sincere one. He closed the gap between the two of them, now facing her, and nodded his head.

(Billy) "You're good at talking people through stuff. I wish I knew you before. I wish I didn't just get a glimpse of you following the other version of me, last year."

Y/N frowned again.

(Y/N) "Wait, you knew I was following you?"

(Billy) "Yes. I mean, I was not master of myself, you know. It's as if sometimes my true self was able to take control of vision again, and I could see you here and there. But I couldn't do anything and it never lasted much. It was taking a lot of energy to even summon vision and try to detect you somewhere. But I was doing it as much as I could. Seeing you.. it felt like someone was watching over me, kind of."

(Y/N) "But I was not."

Tears were building up, there was no point in considering rationality anymore. Y/N was just spiraling into her head, thinking about how Billy fought so hard to get a look at her. He was there, all the time. It was heart breaking. And she didn't do anything, she didn't save him. He trusted her, but she failed.

Billy took her hand in one of his, pressing it softly, as the second gently held her face, making her look at him.

(Billy) "There's nothing more you could have done. The though of you around was enough to keep me going. You did so much Y/N, more than you think."

A wave of heat ran through her body, she realized she was holding her breath, looking into his eyes. Her hand trembling, she raised it to Billy's cheek, feeling the softness and warmth of his skin.

(Y/N) "Billy. It's you. It truly is.. you."

He didn't answer, just smiling.

(Y/N) "Ok. Now. How the hell did you end up here, and how do I get you out ?"

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END OF PART 1.

Alrightttt, hope you'll like it ! Please comment and tell me your thoughts :) If you're in for Part 2, also please tell me !

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PART1/ It was supposed to be simple.  Ricky x Reader (HSMTM)

Hello everyone, I’ve been trying really hard to write lately, and it has been very complicated. I think you all understand, when everything is not ok in someone’s life, that someone kind of loses it.

But I decided to fight that, I least trying !

I discovered the series High School Musical the Musical and even though I’m 24 and supposed to be over this kind of drama, I’M CLEARLY NOT.

Synopsis : Reader is a student, she’s not technically involved in the Musical like everyone else, but she helps with costumes making and set management. Ricky gets to know her and even though he really wants to get Nini back and has a whole plan for it, life decides to mess with him, and he gets involved in a new sentimental obsession.

Warnings : none. Probably not my best writing, please be kind to me.. Just a lot of fluff and teenage drama ! Enjoy <3

Tell me if you want this to carry on ! I’ll be glad to write a part 2 if you like it :)

RICKY POV/

Here he was, playing Troy Bolton in this Musical. He would never have done it if it wasn’t for Nini.

He understood her, understood her pain, understood why she chose that stupid E.J. But he was not going to abandon. It was not because he didn’t reply that he didn’t mean it. 

So he enroled (quite amazingly by the way) in this musical. He was dancing, singing, acting.. He never thought it could actually be this fun and exhausting. He seemed to be reaching Nini’s heart more and more each day, as she was also realising that EJ was not as perfect as he pretended to be.

But something was about to mess up all his plans.

READER POV/

The school was all about that Musical. It seemed as if every other activity and class was less important and didn’t deserve that much attention. Y/N was not a singer, not a dancer. She didn’t play any instrument, she didn’t like to be under the spotlights.

She was all about reading, writing and creating. So when the art class shut down for “fund purposes” (basically meaning this musical was costing the school too much), she had to find another way to create. 

So she went for it. Asked Miss Jenn if she needed someone for her costumes and decor management, and simply started to work on the set. She wasn’t the only one working on costumes and on stage management, but she clearly was the best of the team.

And it was appreciated.

After just a few weeks, she was named “stage and costume director”, whatever that means. Even though she was pretending she didn’t care, it sort of made her feel validated, and allowed her to create as much as she wanted to, which was pretty amazing. 

RICKY POV/

It was one of these days.

Everything seemed to fall apart. His parents were ending their relationship, his mom would probably leave for a long time, Nini still supported EJ even though he was making mistakes for which she would have dumped him..

He felt like everything he was doing was not good enough and it was hard to deal with. He was not usually shy with his feelings, but this time he didn’t feel like sharing. So he stayed late, very late, at school, and waited for everyone to leave stage to show up.

He was sure no one was there, so he let his emotions speak and just let it out. He started by talking to himself, making moves and being loud. He was talking about his family, his fear of being abandonned, his fear of never being loved again, the pain of knowing he lost Nini because he didn’t deserve her back there, the impression that EJ was a better man than he was.. he could go for hours.

And then he started singing.

A couple sentences from numerous songs. Songs about love, songs about pain, songs about courage. He closed his eyes and sang his heart out. It was beautiful, strong, sincere. It would have tear anyone’s heart.

And it did.

READER POV/

Y/N was staying late, as usual. She had a special authorisation from Miss Jenn and the Dean to stay extra hours backstage, working of costumes or just on personnal projects.

At school at least, she didn’t have to deal with noise, with family issues of with anything that could poison her creativity.

She was painting when she heard a noise.

Startled, she sort of went in panic mode, imagining a hundred scenarios in which she would get in troubles. She walked smoothly to the stage entrance and remained out of sight while looking at the boy who played Troy basically loosing his mind on stage.

She could have told him that he was not alone, she was actually about to signal her presence out of respect for what he was revealing, when he started singing.

It made Y/N go numb, as if she left her body and could feel her soul burning of compassion. His voice was everything, his face was everything.

She didn’t realise, but she was crying silently.

After a couple minutes, she realised she was actually holding her breath. She breathed heavily and stumbled, making Ricky realise he was not alone at all.

The boy jumped and fell down, hurting himself quite badly.

Y/N came rushing at him, feeling terribly sorry for what happened.

RICKY POV/

- Man ! Couldn’t you say you were here?!

Ricky was flaming red, embarrassed that someone heard everything. He looked at this girl’s face and it honestly took him a few seconds to remember who she was. Yes, she was on stage pretty much each day, but at some point he got so obsessed with the Musical and Nini that he completly forgot about the environment he was evolving in.

She was pretty, her Y/E/C eyes looking terrified and guilty, and it seemed as she cried recently, her eyes a bit red.

He stood up and winced, lifting his shirt a bit to realise he was going to get bruses all over his chest and stomach.

- I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to interrupt or even listen. Seriously, I was going to tell you, i’m not a creep. Well, not that kind at least..

- Yeah? You were going to? Seems like you had plenty of time.

He sighed and headed backstage to inspect his clothes and body in the miror, assessing at bad it was.

Y/N followed, staying a few meters away to give him some space. She didn’t say anything, feeling guilty enough.

Ricky took his shirt out completly, looking at his body. Y/N could tell he was contracting a bit his abs and arms and let out a silent laugh. She observed for a couple minutes and finally talked.

- You riped your shirt a bit.

Ricky turned, facing her, looking anoyed, and lifted his arms.

- No joke ! Who’s falt is it?

- You’re the one who fell dude.

He opened his mouth to answer right back but her cheekiness cheered him a bit, and he simply nodded his head.

- Yeah, I’ll blame gravity next time I see her. A real troublemaker that one.

He looked at his shirt and sighed. He didn’t know anything about sewing and his mom would probably have other things to do. Too bad, it was his favorite old school shirt.

Y/N stretched her hand toward him and he gave her his shirt. Still shirtless, he looked as she sat down where it seemed like she was staying most of the time, in a corner with painting all over, needles and fabric. She grabed one needle, easily got the thread in and started sewing, with a hand technique that showed how used to it she was.

He looked around, noticing one painting that seemed to still be in progress. He got closer, reaching his hand to it.

- Don’t ! It’s wet, I was on it when I heard you.

He turned around, looking at her in another way. She was pretty impressive, painting stuff, sewing shirts and managing a stage so well people didn’t even realised she was here.

- That’s sick.

He said with a smile.

She looked back at him and nodded, smiling at him too.

- Thanks. I usually plan what I’m going to do but this one.. it just came to me.

He looked closer, noticing a female silouette, somehow looking cut in some parts. Not cut as stabbed, but cut as split in different sections.

- What do you think it is?

Y/N said while carrying on her sewing. She acted as she was not looking at him, but each time he got his attention back at the painting, she would look at him, trying to anticipate his reactions.

- Hum.. It’s a.. it’s a woman? Right?

He would turn to her, as if he was looking for her validation for each word he said. She simply nodded, encouraging him to carry on.

- It’s a woman, and this woman is split. She.. Maybe because she went through a lot, maybe the different sections represent different emotions? Different moments of her life?

He remained silent for a second and looked with intensity at the painting. His eyebrows frown and he suddently looked sad.

- Maybe because she can’t be whole again. She has to be split. She has to try to deal with these conflicting emotions, these ups and downs. Maybe people tell her she should be grateful, and happy, and she should move on. But she can’t, because life cut her in several pieces.

And a tear rolled down his cheek.

Y/N stood up, mooving carefully toward him, and put a gentle hand on his (still naked) shoulder. She could feel him shaking a bit, deeply moved by what he felt from the painting. 

- Ricky.. it’s ok.

He turned, facing her, his eyes still filled with tears. He didn’t quite knew why, but he didn’t feel like looking anything but himself with her. After all, she knew how he was feeling, she heard what he said, and she felt what he felt.

The way she was looking at him.. Conforting, warm, yet terrifying. She understood.

He put his hand on hers, squeezing it as if it would make him feel better. He was here, facing her, hand on hand, eyes to eyes.

Suddenly, the speaker went on, the voice of a security guy telling “Miss Y/N, time to close the school. Sorry”

This sort of broke the moment. They broke the physical contact and she gave him his shirt back. They both gathered their stuff and silently headed to the front door, thanking the security guard for his patience.

They smiled at each other and Ricky waved goodbye, whatching as she was quitely leaving of her bike.

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REQUESTS OPENED

Hey guys !! 

I’ve been out for soooo long and I'm sorry for the requested I didn’t honor.. like many I was just not in the mood for it and there’s no point “over trying”. 

But that’s over !! I’m BACK :) 

Requests now opened for pretty much any of your fantasy (I'd rather start slow and go for either adventure or romance stories) so please inform me if you have a character in mind or a scenario!! 

For your information, I'm currently particularly into : 

- Harry Potter / Fantastic Beasts  - Lord of the Rings / The Hobbit  - The Maze Runner  - Viking 

But really feel free !! 

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REQUEST UPDATE

Hey guys ! Sorry for being inactive lately, I had sooo much to do !! But I promise I'll make up to you all especially on the #strangerthingsimagines !! Still going to write them all ! 

Now is also time for a little update on the series I accept requests on : I will complete my stranger things series and current requests but won’t take any more :) For the rest, I would be delighted to have ANY other request. I’m thinking of a few lord of the rings / hobbit images too as well as Harry Potter / fantastic beasts universe, what do you think ? 

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MASTERLIST

It was about time I did that 

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY 

Roger Taylor : 

- Drummer Boy / Part 1 / Part 2 

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EZRA MILLER 

- Screen Partners one shot 

Actress reader x Ezra 

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STRANGER THINGS 

Steve Harrington :

- Houston, I think we have a crush / Part 1 

Reader part of the party x Steve

- Truth is everybody is going to hurt you : you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for / Part 1 

Billy’s sister reader x Steve 

- He’s a fraaaat guy.. duh / Part 1

Reader x College Steve 

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Billy Hargrove :

- If tear drops could be bottled / Part 1 

Depressed reader x Billy 

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Requests STILL opened, and status for the ongoing imagines.

Heyyy wonderful people! Thank you so much for all the support toward my new imagines, Stranger Things is clearly a turn on for us all !! SO here’s the status for the ongoing imagines, so you know what’s coming or no, and the universes I particularly would LOVE to write about and just wait for crunchy requests to appear in my dm box ;) ;) ;) 

STATUS FOR ONGOING IMAGINES 

- If Tear drops could be bottled (Billy Hargrove x reader) : Part 1 is out, Part 2 will be written soon! All fluff and sweetness <3 

- Houston, I think we have a crush (Steve Harrington x reader) : Part 1 is out, Part 2 miiiight happen, tell me what you think! 

- Truth is everybody is going to hurt you : you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for (Steve x reader) : Part 1 is out, thinking of a smutty part 2 but never wrote smut so I'm both excited and anxious ahah, what do you think? 

- He’s a fraaat guy.. duh (Steve x reader) : Part 1 is out, Part 2 is going to be another request I had, little teaser >>>> Steve will ask reader to come home with him for Thanksgiving to get his dad off (as a favor for pretending to be her bf at this party night). I think of making this a bit flirty or smutty too hehe, tell me what you think !! 

UNIVERSES FOR REQUESTS 

- Stranger Things still. NOTE : I feel more confortable writing about characters like Steve or Billy since I always write some fluff or flirt, so underage kids are not my specialty. KEEP FEEDING ME WITH REQUESTS PLSSSSSSS

- Detroit : Become Human. NOTE : I’m literally dying for ANYTHING 

- Actors. NOTE : name a hot dude, name a fantasy, here I go! I have a special thing for Dacre Montgomery, Tom Holland, KJ Apa, Ben Hardy, etc. but honestly just go for it! 

- Whatever else, just ask <3 

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OH LORD THIS IS SO AMAZING 

I Know She Ain’t Ready

Billy Hargrove x Reader— Steve Harrington shattered your heart. Billy wants to put it back together but the wounds are still too fresh (based on the song by Luke Combs)

Warnings: language, alcohol, implied sex, heartbreak, unrequited love

Word Count: about 2k

Steve Harrington had your entire heart. Since childhood the two of you had been inseparable. He was your first friend, your first love, and your first heartbreak.

It had happened after another one of Tina’s parties, the two of you stumbled into his empty house drunk. Mistakes were made. You gave yourself to him and he hungrily took. But the next morning he couldn’t be farther away.

“Y/N I’m so sorry” Steve breathed out from across the room. You tightened the sheets around your shaking body, cold from waking up alone and naked.

Even after that painful night you couldn’t bring yourself to stop hanging around Steve, so you acted like you were okay, acted like losing your virginity to someone who wasn’t in love with you didn’t matter to you. You put yourself through hell everyday because you still were not over him.

“At least it was with someone I know,” became the words you repeated to yourself, to Steve, and anyone else who asked you about that night. And this was working, until that night. The night you saw Steve and Nancy at Tina’s Halloween bash. You don’t know what triggered it so bad. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the accumulation of nights spent crying over a boy who would never love you back, or the craving for sex you had been suppressing so much, or maybe it was the way Steve looked at her, she had his full attention, she had his heart and it only reminded you that he had shattered yours.

It was on your way out that you bumped into a bare chest, one that belonged to the legendary Billy Hargrove. The two of you made eye contact and you instantly felt a fire light. Without thinking your mouth was on his and he happily complied, swooping you up and tumbling out of the party and into his car.

It had to have been some of the best sex both of you had ever had. The two of you shared an instant connection. You even found yourselves talking hours into the night in the back of that infamous Camaro.

Billy looked down at you laying on his bare chest.

“You gonna tell me why you were leaving the party in such a hustle.” He asked with a smirk. “Not that I’m complaining, because otherwise we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Well when I found out Mr. Callfield, Hawkins hottest, didn’t even show I thought what’s the point” You joked, knowing very well Mr. Callfield was a balding science teacher who constantly tried to convince his student of a government conspiracy happening inside the Hawkins lab outside town. You smiled even bigger when you felt Billy’s bare chest shake from chuckling.

“Funny, but seriously though. I wanna know why was Hawkin’s hottest babe was about to leave the party of the year in tears”

“You think I’m hot” You said, acting dumbfounded.

“C’mon Y/N, what happened?” Still giving you a small smile for the joke.

“Steve Harrington…” You mumbled. “That asshole broke my heart last year. I gave up my virginity to him because I thought he loved me the same way I loved him, only to wake up the next morning alone in his guest bedroom with Steve at the door calling the whole night “the biggest mistake of his life”.” You felt Billy’s strong arms tighten around your small frame as you explained the big mess that was Steve Harrington’s and yours’ relationship.

“Piece of shit,” Billy scoffed. “I mean what level of idiot do you have to be to do that to someone, let alone you, one of the most amazing girls in this town.” Billy noticed you hide your face after his last comment. He frowned. Did you really not realize how perfect you were. “Y/N look at me,” you moved your face back up to his

“You really think I’m amazing?” Your eyes bore into his.

“God you’re more than amazing Y/N, you’re perfect. And I’ve only heard what other people have to say. You’ve got top grades, you’re kind, head of the cheerleading team, everyone at school either wants to be you or is in love with you, AND you can throw down on a keg” You raised your eyebrow, you hadn’t done a keg stand since that awful night. You spent most parties these days shadowed behind Steve and his friends, hiding your pain behind fake laughs and multiple washroom breaks. “Okay so that last part came from Tommy H’s big mouth, legendary story by the way, but seriously you’re a full blown 10” He ran his large hands down to your hips “Inside and out.” He finished, groping your ass with a smirk.

“Billy Hargrove you are one hell of a guy too” You giggled out, kissing him. “Thank you.” You breathed out after breaking the kiss.

“For what?” Billy asked, genuinely confused. “The sex? I owe you a thanks for that if anything”

“No,” you laughed. “Thank you for making me realize who I am again. I’m still fucked up, probably will be for a while, but I feel like you just gave me back a piece of myself that I was beginning to forget about…” You smiled down at him and Billy’s chest filled with pride, he was happy to have been there for you, as small as it was. His thoughts were cut off as your sarcasm picked up again, “oh ya and the sex, that thing you did with your tongue was just astounding! I can’t wait to brag about it to Tina.” The two of you burst out laughing. Tina was creepily obsessed with Billy and everyone knew it.

Billy wanted nothing more than to ask you to be his right there and then, in one night you had gave him pleasure, laughter, conversation, everything he could ever want was now wrapped between his arms. Sadly, he knew it wasn’t time yet. He could still sense the pain left from Steve lingering on, not only had you blatantly told him, but several times in the night he caught you looking  back in the direction of the party with sad eyes.

Billy would wait, and in the meantime he tried to get as close to you as possible. He began following you everywhere, coming up with any excuse to be with you. Your car broke down? He drove you to and from school for a week straight. Same class? He sat right next to you, sending you smirks and winks for the whole period. Football game? Billy requested you as his cheerleader. Even when he had no excuse, Billy thought of one. Forgot to pack his lunch, trouble studying, anything to be around you and finally when the winter ball rolled around Billy decided to take a chance and muster up the courage to ask you out officially.

“Y/N, I need to ask you something” Billy said as he pulled his camaro over. He was driving you home from a school game, both of you still in uniforms.

“You got a dead body or something in the back Hargrove” Billy chuckled at your remark looking down.

“No no it’s just ahh— do you wanna come to the winter ball with me? I know it’s a month away but I just— I really like you and you’re not like any girl I’ve met before and I just, I think I’m falling for you Y/L/N… and I wanna make you my girl.” Billy blurted out, and after a few seconds of silence he glanced over to find you in tears. He slowed the car immediately and pulled to the curb.

“Billy,” you cried out.

“Woah, woah, babe what’s wrong? Was that too much” he ran a hand through his hair. “Jeez Y/N sorry fuck please stop crying”

“No no it’s not too much, it’s not you at all. It’s just,” you wiped your eyes, “I’m still in pain and I want you too but I’m not ready yet, I’m just not over him.” You sobbed. “I wish I could be, you don’t know how bad I want to be.”

“Shh shh it’s okay I get it, he was such a big part of your life, it makes sense. Don’t beat yourself up. I’m not going anywhere either way.” He smiled at you. God was it torturous, but Billy had come to love you with his entire soul, so he would wait. “Let’s just go as friends then okay?”

“Okay,” you croaked out, “let’s do that.”

Billy had learned more about your past with Steve. With your family still being friends with the Harrington’s you had to endure many dinners with the guy, but Billy was always there to pick you up after and go for a drive. If he hadn’t liked Harrington before, now Billy despised him. In Billy’s eyes, Steve treated you like shit. He’d barely talk to you in the halls despite the fact that you always made sure to wave and say hello. He downplayed how great you were, ditched you for Nancy, Jonathon, and those dumb kids his sister was friends with. Never complimented your cheerleading skills. All this may have even crossed his mind while he beat the life out of him that fateful day in November. Something you scolded him for after, and since then he hadn’t gotten into a fight since, mostly because he was too busy with you to find trouble elsewhere

And sure, Steve may have been so distant because of outside factors, demo gorgons being one of them. He never even gave you an explanation for his sudden disregard of you. The weird part of all this was that you had hardly noticed your separation from Steve. Rather than searching for him every lunch hour, you’d hop into Billy’s car and zoom off to grab milkshakes. You spent school games anticipating Billy’s next touchdown instead of searching for Steve in the crowd, hoping he’d notice you in your cheer outfit—an outfit that Billy always whistled out at the second you ran onto the field to begin your routine. You thought less about running your hands through Steve’s soft hair and instead replayed the dirty jokes you shared with Billy, often finding yourself laughing out loud in public.

On the night of the dance Billy picked you up in his Camaro and the two of you zoomed off to the school. The pictures were taken, Billy showered you in compliments, and the music was perfect. It wasn’t until a slow song came on that you decided to tell him what you had realized weeks ago.

“You just look so fucking good” Billy chuckled as you hid your face in his tux. The two of you swayed to the slow song.

“Hey Billy” You looked up at him and just stared for a few seconds. “I’m falling for you too.”

Billy’s jaw flung open and slowly turned into a huge grin as he moved closer to you.

“Are you sure” Billy asked.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything else. I’m ready Billy. God I haven’t been so ready for anything else” And with that Billy spun you around in his arms as you squealed.

“You know Y/L/N, you’ve had my heart since day one” Billy said to you as he put you back down.

“And you helped me put mine back together.” You smiled back, ready to begin your future with the boy who would become the love of your life, your husband, and the father of your children in the years to come.

[sweetfierceimagines]

He’s a fraaat guy... duh

Steve Harrington x reader 

Request by @girl-next-door-writes , thanks so much !! 

/ Sorry for the title it’s so bad ahah but I’m obsessing over the parody of Billy Eilish’s Bad Guy so oops sorry / 

Summary : College Steve is at a party when the reader asks him to pretend to be her boyfriend to get some frat boy off her, and they end up getting a bit more close than expected *wink wink* 

Warnings : mentions of harassment, alcohol, Steve being hot AF 

Y/F/A : your favorite alcohol 

Y/H/C : your hair color 

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STEVE’s POV:

Steve had work very hard to attend college. He had worked extra hours at boring jobs, he looked for every help he could to find to get a loan, to get a good flat in the campus, and now it was the moment to enjoy it. It was the end of the first semester, mid terms exams just ended and everyone was either back to their family or partying hard. Steve didn’t feel like going back to Hawkins, and honestly his parents didn’t ask for him too much either. He had spent the last 3 days going from a party to another, and he was holding his alcohol way better than expected. He didn’t have as many friends in college than he had in Hawkins High, but he didn’t care very much. What he wanted was pure fun : drink, dance, fall asleep somewhere, repeat. And that mission was a success. 

He was in a fraternity house, Delta Omega whatever. The place was dope, but the people not so much : Steve had never been interested in joining a fraternity, even though it would have ment help between members and maybe a slightly easier life. These guys were just too much : way too self-centered, keeping some nasty secrets, and apparently nurturing an unhealthy machist ideology. Steve was probably not the most aware dude, the most engaged feminist, but he respected women and he would never force anyone to do anything. These guys probably would. 

Anyway, he was enjoying the moment, dancing like a dork with some people he didn’t know but were kind of cool. When he went to reload his red cup in the kitchen, he noticed a girl. She had Y/H/C hair, beautiful eyes, and looked like she was the most badass independent woman on campus. For some reason, Steve started to stare and smiled a bit to himself, checking her out a bit too much. She realized it and turned to him, making an awkward eye contact with a completely out of his mind Steve. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows a bit but still kept a light smile on the corner of her mouth, scanning Steve and knowing instantly that he meant no harm. Steve was about to gather his courage to go and talk to her when a dude with a polo sweatshirt tied around his neck came to her and offered her a drink, apparently feeling quite confortable with her. Steve sighted and went back to the living room where the party was going on extra well, and though to himself it was logic that a girl like her already had a date. 

It was nearly 2 am, Steve was by the pool, leaning on the little bar and scanning the crowd. Most of the people were completely wasted, and he was not even tipsy. He was thinking of living the place, not really having a blast, when he felt someone pulling him by the hand and bringing him away from the dancing crowd. He freed his hand and stopped, looking at the person who pulled him away like that. It was the girl he spotted earlier, and she seemed pissed off, the least to say. She looked at him with sorry eyes, and rubbed the back of her neck, visibly looking for the right words. 

- Hey, hu.. I don’t really know how to put this but, you know, that guy in the kitchen? 

Steve didn’t understand what the hell she was trying to get from him, so he just shrugged his shoulders. Y/N raised an eyebrow with a smirk. 

- Oh come on, I know you were looking.. 

Steve blushed a bit and scoffed, relaxing a bit. She carried on : 

- Look, this guy is a fucking harasser ok? He pretends not to understand the word “NO”, and I tried everything to get him away.. so at some point I panicked, and I said I had a boyfriend. And hu.. well you were around, so I pointed you as the bf. 

She said that and turned around a bit, feeling her cheeks get heated by the embarrassment and feeling of helplessness she hated so much. Steve smiled, and raised a bit, as if that information just gave him strength and pride. He bit his lower lip and nodded. 

- Yeah, well it’s a frat guy, not much brain in there. There’s nothing to feel embarrassed with, don’t worry. He’s the idiot, not you. And I’m glad you chose me as the fake boyfriend, even though I'd rather have you make your choice because of my insane charisma, and not only my presence in the room! 

He laughed a bit, pushing her shoulder a bit to signify that it was ok, and he was actually feeling good about this. 

- Yeah well.. I don’t like to “use” people. I promise you I’d rather avoid that.. But I'll have to ask you to cooperate as tonight’s boyfriend sir, will you accept the mission? 

- Yes ma’am ! 

He pretended to make a military salute and they both smiled a bit, returning to the party together. 

- What’s your name though? I love to call my girlfriends sweet names but it’s a bit stupid not to know the basics right? 

- Oh yeah ! I’m Y/N! You can call me that, or princess, or love, or the best thing that ever happened to you, I leave that to your choice! You? 

- I’m Steve, you can call me king, babe, the athletic guy who dedicated his night to protecting you from dicks, up to you.. 

They exchanged a smile and bit their lip at the same time, avoiding each other’s glance. They joined the dancing crowd, getting to know each other and staying by the pool. At some point Steve started to dance and took Y/N’s hand to make her spin. She burst out laughing, feeling the sweet rush of adrenaline of spending time with a funny guy. When she started to feel dizzy from the spins, she put her hands on Steve’s torso, then shoulders. They danced looking into each other’s eyes, and almost forgot that it was just a parade. 

- Hey Y/N, when will you give me that solo heh? 

They both turned around to see the frat guy, with is ugly rich kid style and the condescending face expression. Steve took Y/N’s hand in his, getting closer to her to play his role correctly. 

- Dude, you’re talking to my girlfriend right now, fuck off. 

The man looked at Steve from top to bottom, flexing his muscles to try to intimidate him. He was absurd, but from the way he was behaving, it was obvious that he though he was looking dope. 

- She played me all night man, turning me on like the hoe she is, and I won’t be left out like that ! 

Steve got in front of Y/N to protect her and stood up to the man, pushing him a bit. 

- I don’t care what she did or didn’t. She’s my girl and you’re going to stop bothering her right now. I’m not kidding.

The frat guy, clearly drunk, sent a mean look to them and left. Steve and Y/N looked at each other and sighted in relief. 

- Damn Y/N, that guy is the worst.. I would be frightened if I were you! 

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and poured herself and Steve a shot of Y/F/A and cheered with him, the burning liquid giving her a bit more energy to carry on that night. 

- Yeah well, why do you think I lied about my relationship status? He’s mental, I was honestly scared to leave, he might have followed me or something.. aaaaand he’s staring again. 

Steve looked and saw the man staring at them with an evil look, sipping his red cup to intoxicate himself even more than he already was. As he was looking at that dude, he felt Y/N turn around and grab his hands to put them on her hips. He felt some blush rising to his cheeks but tightened the grip, swaying to her rythm and getting closer to her. She whispered a “is it working?”, and it took him a few seconds to get out of his head to look in the guy’s direction, who was almost completely red. 

- Well, he’s about to explode. Can’t tell if it’s because he’s jealous or because we’re hot though. 

She laughed a bit and turned her head to him to look in his eyes and get a glimpse of the frat guy. 

- Clearly because we’re hot, Stevie boy. 

- Wasn’t part of the names I allowed, my dear Y/N. 

She raised an eyebrow, whispering a “what you’re going to do about it?”. He bit a bit more strongly his lip and restrained himself from crashing his lips to hers, remembering it was just a game and he couldn’t become the harasser he was protecting her from. Instead, he patted her pockets to make sure she didn’t have anything of value in it, and lifted her, taking her in his arms with a mischievous smile. 

- This, love. 

And all of a sudden he jumped in the pool with Y/N in his arms, helping her get back to the surface and laughing like crazy to her shocked look. 

- Stevie what the hell !! 

She had a hard time breathing but couldn’t help but laughing too, getting a grip on his shoulders and putting her legs around him to stabilize herself. 

- You’re mental I promise! You better have spare women clothes somewhere because I'm not going home fully wet like that. 

- That was too tempting I’m sorry, that look you gave me though, I had to put out the fire! 

She raised an eyebrow in question, sliding one hand on his hair and slowly massaging him. He smiled, sliding his own hands under her thighs, pretending it was to support her, but admitting to himself that he was dying for some contact. He looked at her face, every feature attracting him more and more, eventually becoming too much to handle. He looked around, pretending to see the frat guy again by furrowing his eyebrows, and suddenly cupped her jaw with one hand, crashing his lips on hers. Their kisses were heated, both grabbing to whatever they could to get closer to each other, to get some friction, and eventually even letting some soft moans out when they were reaching for air. At some point they broke the kiss and Y/N looked around, not seing the frat guy anywhere. She looked back at Steve who was glowing from excitement. 

- He was there so.. I just.. I got caught in the mood.. 

Y/N nodded, not daring to put his word in question, but feeling butterflies in her stomach, and thanking the pool for not making it obvious that she got wet only with the kiss. She could also swear that what she was feeling against her core was a hard Steve, but this she didn’t point out. She let go of her grip around his waist and neck and got out of the pool, Steve following her. He grabbed a towel and covered her up, trying to get her warmer. 

- You’re living on campus? 

She nodded, pointing to him the buildings about 10 minutes away. 

- Good! Seems like we’re neighbors. I'll take you home then, after all it’s my fault if you got all wet. 

They both looked at each other, pretending they didn’t understand the other meaning of that sentence, and left the house, passing by the frat guy sleeping on a couch. Steve brought her back to the entry of her building, literally across his own.

- Here we are ! I don’t know for you, but I really enjoyed that party after all, if you ever need an emergency boyfriend I'll be there!

He handed her a piece of paper, presumably with his chamber number and she smiled, nodding. 

- Yes, that was a good night.. Thank you for everything Stevie boy, sleep tight! 

She got in the building and went to the elevator, unwrapping the piece of paper to read what he wrote on it. There was his flat number, the building, and a phone number as well. Finally, there was a little note saying 

Thank you for tonight, Y/N, 

Hope I have been a pleasant bf. 

Watch out, my services will get more expensive! 

Good night, 

XOXO, Steve

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The end ! 

Tell me what you thought about it, if you’d like a part 2 or anything ! Still accepting requests ! 

[sweetfierceimagines]

Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.

Request by @finnofamerica, thank you so much !! 

Steve Harrington x Reader with some major Billy Hargrove involvement ! 

Summary : Reader is Billy’s sister, she usually gets in the way when he tries to beat people up, because she would rather get hurt than see anyone else in pain. She gets in the way when Billy wants to fight with Steve and he ends up locking her out. She has to find a place. Wink Wink. 

/ I’m currently writing the imagines I was requested before carrying on those I started ! I think it’ll be nice to carry on the two previous ones, right? Keep sending me requests, I'm dying for everything related to Stranger Things but not only !! / 

Warnings : violence, angst. 

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You don’t chose your family, right. You only have one, so take care of it. Y/N was Billy Hargrove’s little sister, blood related. She always had a very good relation with him, she understood and truly loved him, but lately, he became quite dark. He was the shadow of himself : violent, angry, he had no patience and didn’t care for anything else but his own instant pleasure. He always hated Max, as she was reminding him constantly that he was no longer living in a happy and loving family. Nevertheless, he always kept his angst away from Y/N. Until now. 

He would never willingly hit her, he never beat her up by choice, but she would get in the way, and sometimes she took a few punches on someone else’s behalf.  She couldn’t stand when Billy was getting violent for no reason, when he was beating up someone that stood no chance of winning. She hated when it was unfair and unjustified. Problem is, lately he was alway being unfair. 

It was Saturday, Y/N was driving to the arcade to pick Max up. She was late, very late, and Y/N though that Billy would have drove off a while ago. She parked and got out of the car, going in the building and looking everywhere for Max. She sighted, not finding her. 

- Hey! Y/N! If you’re looking for Mad Max she left with the kids and Hair Harrington about 10 minutes ago. 

- Thanks Keith, I appreciate it. You have any idea where they went? 

The man shook his head while eating chips, and he went back to his activities. Y/N went back to her car and sighted again, thinking about where they could have left. 

In the end, she decided to drive to each of the kids’ house. She started by Dustin, nope. Then Lucas, nope. Then Mike, nope. When she was parking in front of Will’s house, she started to really get pissed off. She was angry at Max for not waiting, for not thinking about her and Billy, but she would never act like her brother. She spotted Steve’s car and smiled, relieved. She got out, knocked at the door and was welcomed by Steve. 

- Steve, where is Max? 

The boy looked shocked, like he was expecting her to say hello and kiss him or something. He just opened the door and let her in. She stormed in, finding Max siting on the couch with Lucas by her side, casually chatting. When the girl met her eyes, she stood up and opened her mouth to say something, probably apologies, but Y/N stopped her by raising her hand. 

- Don’t. We’ll talk about it later, we have to go home. I can’t believe you do that same mistake each time Maxy, for real you know what it generated, don’t you? Come on, quickly now !! 

She barely looked at the others and headed toward the door, Max following her closely, when she heard some engines, apparently coming from someone driving fast and abruptly. 

- Shit. 

Y/N looked at Max, the kid panicking instantly, knowing that it was Billy and that he would not be bothered by the people around. 

- I’m so sorry Y/N, so sorry ! Please, don’t let him hurt them.. 

Y/N shook her head and paused, looking at the kids inside the house. Yep, they didn’t stand a chance, and honestly neither did Steve. They had to leave now, and drag him away from the group. 

- Ok, come with me. We’ll try not to make it public. 

She opened the door and went for her car, ignoring Billy almost running at them with an extremely angry face. She told Max to get in the car and not get out, and she opened the driver’s door, being instantly stopped by her brother. He shut the door violently, keeping his left hand on it and using the right one to turn her around. 

- Y/N, I swear this kid is challenging or something! You see it hu? You see it don’t you?!? She’s fucking trying to get me in trouble with dad! 

- Billy, I know how you feel. Look, let’s go back to the house and we’ll talk about it ok? I’ve told her already that she’s screwing up, let me handle this ok? Hey.. hey !! 

Billy was trying to listen, but he just couldn’t when he was looking in Max’s eyes and she would just look at him like he was a monster. SHE was the one late, right? SHE was the one not obeying the rules, right?? And every time SHE lied or got late, it was falling back on him, and he was NOT having it. He went for her door, opening it and dragging her out of the car. Y/N’s yells didn’t do anything. 

- Now, you shitty brat, you know what happens when you disobey?? You know it don’t you?? 

- Hey, Hargrove. Quit your drama would you? 

Y/N turned around, seing Steve walking toward them. There was one thing Billy hated more than Max, and it was Steve fucking Harrington. He let go of Max and walked to him. 

- What now King Harrington? I get it than you like to babysit them, that’s the only thing you’re sort of good at, but time’s out, fuck off. 

- No, I won’t. Seriously man, you’re going to hit a child? Really? That’s fucked up, I won’t let you. 

- You won’t let me? You won’t let me?? You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do Harrington! 

And on that he punched first, starting to unravel his anger on Steve’s face and body. At this point everyone was out, looking at them, unable to do anything. Max was terrified, screaming and looking for something to hit Billy with. But there was nothing. Y/N stopped yelling, and did the only thing she knew she could do : get in the way. She tried to push Billy back with no success, so she warned him, yelling that she would get in between. Somehow, Steve managed to stand up and he even gave a few punches himself. Y/N took the opportunity to get in between just has she warned, and instead of punching Steve’s face, he hit Y/N’s. The strength of it knocked her for a few seconds, but she stood still, staying there. 

- Y/N ! Get away, it’s not about you! 

- No! You don’t get to beat people up like that! Our family is a mess, everyone thinks we’re crazy, you’re not helping! I’m done with that, get yourself together!! 

- FUCK OFF Y/N! 

He raised his hand, threatening her, but she didn’t move. His face got more and more frightening, and she knew it would not end there, but as for now he went to his car and drove back to their house, probably risking to kill himself on the way. 

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- Maxy. Get in the car. I trust your friends with taking care of Steve.. and we’re both very sorry for everything. Please don’t encourage Max to be late again, ok? 

Nobody said anything and they both got back in the car. At some point, Y/N just changed her mind and got out of the car, Max following her. 

- Hey, could one of you have Max for the night? I think she would need a little pyjama party, what do you think love? 

Y/N smiled at the kid. Poor Max had always known this Billy, and it broke her heart to imagine that she would probably never get the loving brother she deserved. Max smiled, running in her harms and thanking her. She was shaking, Y/N holding her very tight to give her at least a bit of affection. Mike suggested to host the pyjamas party, saying he had a spear bed. Like that, Y/N drove back alone to the Hargrove house. The door was locked, and she had to bang for at least ten minutes to raise Billy’s attention. He opened, shirtless and clearly drunk. He scoffed and got out of the house, holding the keys in his hand. 

- Y/N, Y/N, Y/N...You know, I liked you, before. Now you just became a fucking brat like Max. She’s not even our sister !! She’s just causing trouble! She’s causing trouble to us both!! Why are you always standing by HER side, and NEVER MINE? 

- Billy, she is our sister, she’s not the reason why mom left ok, and dad is messed up, it’s not your fault! Or mine! Or HER’s!! Don’t you see? You’re acting just like him.. I know you’re better than that.. please be better than that.. 

- You’re NOT LISTENING ! You’re NEVER by my side.. you abandoned me.. Like them all.. You know what? Whatever, go with her, she’s your burden now. 

Just before closing the door he yelled, hurt apparent in his voice,

- And you’re not welcomed here tonight, fuck off. She’s not sleeping here, you’re not. 

He locked the door and left her standing here, night falling on the city. She went back to her car, looking for her wallet. She clearly didn’t have enough money to get a room, not even in the worst highway motel she knew. She didn’t want Max to worry, so she wouldn’t go to Mike’s. She was way too ashamed to ask the Wheelers for help. This didn’t leave many options. She sighted, starting to drive and stopped in front of Steve’s house. She got out, standing in front of the door. 

- Oh shit.. what the hell am I doing here? His parents probably know it’s all my brother’s doing.. Hi miss and mister Harrington, mind if I sleep at your place a couple hours after your son nearly got disfigured by my dear bro? I’m pathetic.. 

Y/N tried to walk back to her car, feeling helpless, when she heard the door open. Steve was standing there, his face bad but not as bad as she imagined. 

- Hey, Steve.. It’s a bit embarrassing but.. 

- Let me guess, Billy is a dick. He kicked you out, you don’t want to stress Max, you have nowhere to go? 

- That’s about it, yes. 

Steve smiled, and then started to laugh when he saw Y/N’s mortified face. 

- Come in, would you? 

Y/N couldn’t believe it. She got in the house, taking her shoes off not to mess anything up, and took off her coat. She shyly followed Steve who was getting in the kitchen. He pointed her a seat and took two plates, filling them with the meal he was preparing. 

- Wow, thanks.. I don’t know if I deserve that.

- You’re kidding me right? You stood up to him, you protected your sister, and you even protected me, Y/N. He punched you! You have a bruise, look at you.. so don’t you dare putting any guilt on your shoulders. It’s his fault ok? You’re not responsible for his doing. And you’ve been very courageous. 

He smiled softly and tried to wink, his swollen eye reacting and making him wince in pain. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, and she looked at him with a sweet smile. 

- Never knew you were a kind boy Harrington, guess it’s surprises’ day today. 

He pretended to bow down and laughed a bit. They ate, talking about how Billy had become so violent, Steve not believing that he actually used to being sweet and loving to her. She told him about their life in California, about how they did every prank on earth together, and how shitty his father made him. They talked a bit about Steve too, his family being messed up in another way. At some point Steve looked at the clock and stood up. 

- Man! It’s 1am, we’ve talked for hours.. 

Y/N smiled to herself, looking at him taking the plates, cleaning the kitchen up and being careful toward her, asking if she wanted to drink something, to get dessert or to make a call. She kindly refused and yawned. 

- Actually, if you don’t mind I would love to go to sleep.. 

- Oh yeah! Of course! My parents are not there but they literally locked their door, that’s how much they trust me.. Hum.. you know what, I'll just sleep on the couch and you take my room, ok? 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and strongly shook her head. 

- No ! You’re serious? You might have broken bones, YOU sleep in your bed and me on the couch, I'm lucky you’re even letting me in. 

- No, no no no no, you’re my guest! 

- Steve, for real.. 

Steve made a few steps, holding Y/N by her shoulders and looked at her in the eyes, trying to convince her. 

- There’s no way! You took a fucking PUNCH for me Y/N.. I can’t stand that he got violent toward you, and even less to protect me.. Please, please let me repay you with my damn bed.. 

Y/N understood that Steve really cared about that, that he was feeling extra grateful toward her, and consequently guilty. She nodded and put a hand on his torso, slowly drawing circles to calm him down. 

- Ok Harrington. We have a deal. We both sleep in this bed of yours so no-one get’s to break his or her back, good? Good! 

She didn’t give him any time to react and walked to what she guessed was his bedroom. She looked around, scanning the place and going in the bathroom to look at her face. She took an aid kit to disinfect her little wound and went back to the room, sitting on the bed next to Steve. By reflex she started to take care of his face, knowing exactly what to do. Billy had always been a stubborn and bold kid, and he used to hurting himself all the time. Steve was wincing, causing Y/N to smile and even laugh a little. 

- Oh, come on, that can’t be that bad.. 

- Oh, really? 

Steve took some alcohol on a cotton ball and patted her wound, her reaction instant as she let out a squeal. Steve burst out laughing, falling on the bed. Y/N laughed a bit and gently kicked him, pretending she was getting irritated. 

- That was just a reflex! I don’t like to get touched out of nowhere like that ! 

She realized the double meaning of her sentence and stood up, the proximity on the bed suddenly feeling a bit too much. Steve got up a little, holding himself by his elbows and tried a seducing look. 

- Maybe next time I'll warn you then. 

And he winked again, laughing a bit. Truth is he pretended It was sarcasm, when it was all he ever wanted since she got to that city. He stood up and took an old oversize shirt from his wardrobe. 

- I don’t think I have any pants that would fit you.. This is the most appropriate thing I have. I’ll take a quick shower ok? You can take one too. 

Y/N lied on the bed, looking at the ceiling and trying to get herself together. 

- Hey.. Y/N? 

Y/N opened her eyes and stood up quickly, apologizing in reflex. Steve smiled and stood up too, explaining that she fell asleep while he was taking his shower and that he’d rather wake her up now so she could take a relaxing shower before bed. She nodded and went to the bathroom. As she was about to close the door she stopped and glanced at Steve. He though the door was closed already and was looking for a pyjama. He threw a few on his bed, apparently not pleased with the designs. She heard him mumble some “no, that’s not nice.. what the hell, I can’t wear that right? God, she’s going to think I'm a baby..”. She covered her mouth so he couldn’t hear her laugh, and though to herself it was the cutest thing ever. In the end he opted for shorts and a white shirt, loosing down the towel he had around his waist. Y/N nearly banged the door out of surprise and felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She ran in the shower, enjoying the hot water and relaxing her muscles. 

When she got back in the room she noticed Steve was shirtless. She knew for sure he selected a shirt, right? So why the hell was he lying there, shorts his only clothing? She furrowed her brows a little but didn’t say anything, afraid of revealing that she peaked out at him. He looked up at her, blushing a little. He looked at her from top to bottom, not even trying to hide how he was checking her out. 

- You wear it better than me, that’s for sure.. 

Y/N suddenly realized that the oversized shirt was barely covering her thighs and quickly got in the bed, covering her legs with the sheets. He did the same and turned around to give her some space. As he turned off the light he mumbled a “goodnight” barely audible. 

After ten minutes of turning around again and again, he whispered. 

- Hey.. Y/N, you’re asleep? 

- Mhhhhh.. no. Difficult when I have a storm happening next to me. 

She said with sarcasm, turning around to face him. Even if the light was turned off she could see his face. She smiled at him, scanning his features. 

- What’s bothering you, Steve? You need to sleep.. 

- I don’t know.. I guess I can’t stand the fact that you.. out of everyone.. got hurt. 

He caressed her cheek, only using the tip of his fingers not to hurt her even more. His  fingers lingered, tracing all her features with extreme care and sweetness. When he brushed her lips, he realized he had been holding his breath, and so was she. Y/N didn’t lose a second of this moment, shivering to his touch. She saw all the passion and lust into his eyes, the genuine adrenaline rushing through all his body, and she knew exactly how he was feeling, as she was experiencing the exact same thing. 

She shifted a bit, getting slightly closer to him. Steve though to himself that looking like that, there was no way she could be interested in him. He took his hand away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but she put her hand on his, keeping it in place. 

Finally, she made the move and stood up a little, connecting her lips to his. It was just a sweet kiss, a few seconds longs, to show that she was not playing him. When she broke the kiss she brushed his cheek with a smile and placed her hand in his hair. 

- Well.. It was not my intention to get beat up to attract you in this bed, but I'm more than happy that it happened.. 

She laughed a bit and just leaned her forehead on his, closing her eyes. 

- It’s the more relaxed I felt in years.. 

- I can’t believe you’re here Y/N, I though you despised me.. you never showed any interest at all.. all this time.. I never gave up you know? 

She was truly moved by this, and she though to herself that she would explain to him later that yes, she always had been interested in him too, but she couldn’t risk to show any interest toward the boy her brother hated the most in Hawkins. 

- Yeah well.. I guess I didn’t have nothing to do that weekend, so I decided to fall in love.. 

- Quoting Hitchcock? Clever girl.. 

And with that she just laid on him, letting him wrap his arms around her to fall asleep in his embrace. 

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/ A lot longer than what I was thinking of when I started to write it ! Hope you’ll like it! Tell me what you think and please tell me if you want a second part or anything! Thank you again for the request ! / 

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Can we please get a part 2 of the one where Steve cheats on reader with Robin and ends up with Billy (I wasn't sure of the title) thank you lovely

Since I got two asks for this // part two to “Steve’s Girl” on my masterlist

warnings: public sex, swearing, cheating

“Someone could see us Billy,” you scold him. His lips press on your neck, hands thick on your hips as he presses you into the wall of the Hawkin high’s janitorial.

“Exactly,” he mumbles, hands going under your tank top.

“Really,” you groan out, “so if Mr. Walter saw us right now you’d be satisfied. I mean I always had a thing for his cargo shorts and knee socks but I really didn’t think I was in competition with you Hargrove.”

Afficher davantage

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Stranger Things characters as things i’ve texted to my best friend