#Dew is a sore loser

[lagerfeuerr]

A nice little game of Uno

Summary:

It was a hot summer’s day, spent stuck inside their tour bus. Swiss was bored, everyone was either ticked off or tired, leaving him bored and alone. That’s when his eyes landed on the little stack of Uno on the small bench inside the bus and his gaze quickly flew to his favourite little Fire Ghoul, oh so easy to mess with.

Or,

Swiss decides to rile Dew up with a nice little game of Uno.

Word Count: 1343

Tags: Fluff, Swiss is a little shit, Dewdrop is a sore loser, Crack and Fluff, A nice game of Uno

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“For fucks sake!” Dewdrop cursed as the bus rattled once more, knocking the cards across his bunk. He grumbled as he set them up into two neat piles again, Swiss chuckling as he watched.

It was a hot summer's day, spent inside the tour bus on the way to the next country. The Ghouls and Ghoulettes were not having a good time, sweating and cursed with the heat and stickiness of their bodies.

Not even their Papa was safe, his make-up smudged from sweat at all times, which he sometimes put on as a little comfort for himself. He was at the front of the bus, separated from his Ghouls but not unavailable. 

Swiss had felt particularly bored today. The rest all felt ticked off and tired, not a good thing for himself. He had to occupy himself! Alone!

That’s when his eyes landed on the little stack of Uno on the small bench inside the bus and his gaze quickly flew to his favourite little Fire Ghoul, oh so easy to mess with.

His grin only widened as he got up to grab the stack, making his way over to the little Ghoul’s bunk, his steps heavy. He crouched down in front of the bunk, looking inside.

Dewdrop had his eyes closed, his arm dramatically draped over his forehead as he appeared to be resting. Swiss almost felt guilty for what he was about to do.

With one swift motion Swiss climbed into the bunk, draping himself over Dew and hitting the stack of cards on his head.

Dew’s eyes flew open as he gasped. His first instinct was to shove the Ghoul off, though Swiss held strong. Dew looked up at him with wide eyes before they narrowed in annoyance. Of course it was Swiss.

“Hey Dewy, had a nice nap?” Swiss sang, blinking at the Fire Ghoul innocently.

Dew huffed and rolled his eyes. “Until you showed up.” He answered, once again trying to shove Swiss off.

The multi-Ghoul sat up, his hand on his heart as he gasped offendedly. “How dare you?!” He shrieked. “Oh, you wound me!”

Dew rolled his eyes once more as he sat up, stretching as best as he could on the cramped bunk. “What did you want anyway?”

“Oh, right.” Swiss mumbled as he grabbed the stack of cards, waving them in front of Dews face excitedly. 

Dew's eyes flew from the cards to Swiss’ face, back and forth over and over. He groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall behind himself. 

Despite Dew’s obvious unamusement Swiss started unloading the cards, shuffling them in his hands. “I’ll let you start.” He offered generously, to which Dew only rolled his eyes but didn’t object. 

Swiss started spreading out the cards, smiling as he did. He knew damn well how riled up Dew could get during these games, exactly what he was looking for. The guy was awful at losing, pouting and cursing and being so adorable. Not only did it mean amusement, it meant a pouty little cuddlebug was possibly going to let him pamper him afterwards, which he would gladly do. Sure, he might run a little hotter than the others, not so comfortable in this heat, but Swiss would gladly take it.

Dew picked up his own stack of cards as Swiss finally finished spreading them out, taking a good look over them before he looked up at Swiss with a scowl. “You can’t even shuffle correctly.” He complained, to which Swiss only grinned and looked at his own cards.

“Oh, but I can.” He answered, nodding at Dew to start.

Dew accepted defeat, looking at the card laying in the middle. A green 2. Dew looked down at his cards for a few moments before he went ahead and took a card off the stack. He didn’t even have any greens .

Swiss tried not to let his amusement show as he watched Dew already scowl at the game, looking down at the green card in the middle. So Dew didn’t have greens then.. Interesting. With delight Swiss looked down at his stack of green cards, now knowing exactly how to rile Dew up to his likes. He just hoped Dew wouldn’t get a wild card.

He placed down a green 5, easy enough to start it off, watching as Dew sighed and drew another card off the stack. Dew looked at the card, a small smile crossing his face as he placed his own green down.

Swiss hummed questioningly, wondering. Should he be mean now or keep it for later? There was always a possibility they were going to run out of greens soon. With a bit of hope he placed down another simple number, deciding to keep it for later. It wouldn’t be fun otherwise. 

For a few rounds Dew couldn’t seem to get them out of the green zone, drawing more and more cards and only getting few greens. Not even the numbers matched! He couldn’t help but complain about the way Swiss shuffled the cards again and again, getting his point across clearly. Swiss only watched him in amusement.

Finally Swiss was growing impatient, placing down his +2. 

Dew took this opportunity to place down his own, blue, getting him hope to finally get another colour, only for Swiss to place down a wild card and get them right back into, you guessed it, green! Fucking Green! 

He was so sure Swiss rigged this fucking game, placing all the greens at the bottom of the stack and only giving them to himself, so he could watch Dew suffer . 

“How many cards did you even give us?!” Dewdrop complained, looking down at his hands full of cards, any colour but green.

“10 each.” Swiss smiled, watched Dew draw another card. “Why, what’s wrong? It’s not my fault you’re bad at this game.” Swiss sighed out, holding up his last 4 cards.

Dew narrowed his eyes at him, placing down his own wild card. “Red.” He announced, his voice full of frustration.

Swiss hummed as he looked down at the wild card, looking at his own four cards before he went to draw one. 

At this Dew fucking beamed , placing down a reverse and a red 5. Finally things were going his way and Swiss was stuck without the colour! 

Just as he thought this, Swiss set down a yellow 5. Dew's smile fell and he decided to concentrate on the game. He could still win this. Swiss may only have 3 cards left, but that didn’t have to mean anything. He was NOT bad at this game.

He thought real good about his next choice, shuffling through his cards as his brows furrowed in focus. Swiss watched this with a smile, tilting his head slightly.

Finally Dew decided, biting his lip as he set down a blue 5. 

“Wrong choice.” Swiss called and set down a blue reverse, followed by a yellow reverse. He leaned in close to Dews face, his lips pulled up in a smirk. “Uno.” He said quietly, almost a whisper, as he set down a yellow +2.

Dew threw his cards down on the bunk with a groan, closing his eyes as he cursed loudly, cursing out first Swiss, then the game, then Swiss and the game.

With a chuckle, Swiss started gathering up the cards and messily squeezing them into the little box, pushing it away for someone else to deal with as he leaned in closer to Dew, tiling his head in mock pity. 

“Aww, is someone a sore loser now?” He mocked, grinning as Dew opened one of his eyes and flipped him off. Swiss caught his hand and pulled him towards himself, trapping the smaller Ghoul in his arms. “Oh, come here, you!” He laughed out as Dew grumbled and cursed, thrashing in Swiss’ hold.

After a moment the Fire Ghoul calmed down, melting in Swiss’ arms as he accepted defeat and curled closer to the bigger Ghoul.

Swiss smiled, pressing a kiss to Dew’s head as their tails intertwined. 

[jesusbutbetterrr]

random ghoul hcs cuz I said so

Rain has this ick anytime someone mispronounces something, he doesn't say anything, but it drives him crazy. He also refuses to say a word he doesn't know how to pronounce it. Until he knows how to properly say a word, you will never hear him say it.

Phantom is horrible at spelling, like he can't even spell his own name. Anytime he signs something, he draws a little bat in place of his name.

Aurora is constantly dying her hair a different color. On average she goes through 2-3 different colors a month. Eventually Swiss, Dew, and Cumulus held like a little intervention for her cuz she's close to completely killing her hair.

Dewdrop is hella good at trivia. Like the mf knows the most random shit ever. It used to be a little party trick for game nights until everyone realized he's too good at it to even enjoy playing trivia. After one too many (rightfully) sore losers, they banned any sort of trivia games.

Sunshine is horrible at sticking to a hobby. She's got that ADHD type situation where she couldn't even try to stick to the same hobby for at least month, even if she wanted to (she does truly, sometimes she beats herself up over it).

[wild-joker-out-pleasures]

When Morning Dew becomes Frost

Joker Out Soul Creature AU (1/6)

(A/n: The snippets for the other boys are not necessarily sequential and depict key moments. Some concepts in this work are taken from an animesque C-drama and novel titled “Douluo Continent” or “Soul Land”, although I added my own touches and took several liberties and used other inspirations based on other anime and video games.)

Kris Guštin | 17 | Silver Fawn, Divine Qilin

“I asked you a simple question, Kris Guštin. Is Bojan Cvjetićanin who he says he is? One simply doesn’t waltz into this academy, take up residence in the dormitories and just show everyone up without ulterior motives.”

Kris glared back at the girl - her smug expression, and the shining white unicorn - that terrible soul creature - that stood by her side, power filling not merely his right hand, but also his left. He balled his hands into fists and dug his fingernails into his palms, in an attempt to hold back his impulses. He was all too familiar with Gregorja’s games. Bullies were predictable, and she was no different.

This, however, was something he could admit that he did not see coming.

“Bojan is my friend, and it is no fault of his that you’re a sore loser and a coward. Ever recall what you told me on my first day? About weakness? Do remind yourself next time,” he murmured as he smirked not-so-subtly.

Months earlier, before their parting, his father had reminded him that the high road always existed, and that he should not go looking for trouble. Yet, at the end of the day, he was still a boy of seventeen.

A sudden shove, and Kris’ back met the wall as the girl pinned him, her perfectly done lips twisted into a snarl. Though she only came up to Kris’ shoulders - high heels included - her powerful soul creature added to her strength. Strength that Kris’ own silver fawn could not lend him.

“Final warning, Guštin. Who exactly is Bojan Cvjetićanin?!”

That was the last straw. For a moment, he forgot what his father had told him. Forgot the secret he promised never to reveal. He grabbed Gregorja’s wrist, caring little that her unicorn was close by and ready to impale him. His left hand grew heavy with power - a beautiful and forbidden power he kept close to his chest until today.

Why should he sell out his first friend, undocumented or not? Bojan, quirks aside, had been nothing but kind and compassionate towards him. He could not say the same for the girl in front of him.

“Fuck off, Gregorja,” he snapped, gripping her wrist tightly, then twisting her arm. He threw her off, and unleashed the soul creature from his left hand, his promise forgotten.

Not the little silver fawn, but rather, the majestic creature of mountain peaks and clouds.

The unicorn reared, before charging at Kris. However, it was stopped almost effortlessly in its tracks by the qilin, who headbutted it, as well as Gregorja, with a swing of its head and ebony antlers.

Kris threw out his hands, and the qilin followed up by conjuring up several large, seemingly fragile-looking fractals of energy, which it then unleashed, dropping them directly on both girl and unicorn, an explosion ensuing.

When the cold smoke cleared, Gregorja lay lifeless on the floor, her body encrusted with frigid rime, and her soul creature no more. The qilin had dissipated, its energy humming comfortingly in Kris’ left hand once more.

For several moments, Kris knelt on the floor in silence, trying to take in what he just did. How he broke not one but two promises, all in the span of a few minutes.

“Kris! Kris! We have to go. Now. Before anyone finds out!” Maks’ and Bojan’s voices brought him back to the present - and the dire situation he had just put them in.

He nodded and without a second thought, picked himself up.

(TL;DR: In a world where one gains and manifests a soul creature during their teenage years - some strong, others weak, 17-year-old Kris has a terrible secret. He has not just one, but two soul creatures - the weak and near-worthless silver fawn, residing in his right hand, and the powerful qilin, which resides in his left. The latter is a secret he must keep and never reveal to others, as it could spell trouble for him and his family. While studying at an academy to hone the soul creature he IS allowed to use - the silver fawn, that is - Kris becomes a murderer and fugitive overnight while protecting his best friend, the mysterious and powerful yet quirky and playful Bojan. Thankfully they manage to escape with their lives… As for the academy situation, that’s a story for a different time…)

Unicorn soul creature reference: Here (Imagine it with one horn. It’s my AU, and a unicorn can have as ugly a mug as I want it to have, especially given who wields it.)

Ask me anything about this AU! (I am NOT a writer, so if you want to know more, I'll gladly answer)

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[duskspring]

To continue my new trend of ghoul headcanons; Rain (NSFW under cut)

~My boy is such a sore loser. If he doesn’t win something during game night his ass is pouting up until he falls asleep.

~He’s absolutely obsessed with fishnets, whether that be stockings, leggings or tops.

~He also loves the occasional skirt.

~He’s camera shy and has a bit of stage fright, but if the other ghouls distract him enough he can ignore it. Like, during concerts he needs a lot of interaction to remain calm. He has slowly been getting over it as well.

~He had quite some trouble adjusting to his glamoured form, constantly falling over because he was so used to the weight of his tail.

~He’s very sensitive to stimuli. It’s why he can’t handle Dew doing that one note thing during shows. It also makes him a picky eater and he has to sleep with earplugs and an eye mask to block everything out.

~When he gets a bit too anxious he loves spending time with Mountain. Especially watching the earth ghoul do his thing in the garden, letting him talk at length about all the different plants, always brings him a sense of serenity.

~Whenever help is required, Rain will always volunteer. Dew tends to take advantage of this to avoid his chores

~No one is allowed to wash even a single dish. Only Rain can, that’s his chore. Cause really, if you have to do any chores, might as well do something related to your element. He uses dishwashing time to relax, daydream, as well as work on music.

~Though all the ghouls love playing music in their own time, Rain does so the most, coming up with original songs all the time or helping Papa out whenever needed.

~He and Cumulus always do their nails together, a practice that Aurora also became involved with when she joined the band.

~His bed is full of stuffed animals, nearly all based on marine life (especially sharks).

~He loves video games. Although he’s more into modern ones, especially by Nintendo, him and Copia have bonded over older titles. In fact, it was Copia who first introduced him to the concept.

~He gets semi flustered whenever anything sexual is brought up but he is a FREAK in the sheets.

[mxsinizter]

Combined Mushy May prompts 4 (first kiss) and 8 (first time)!!

Explicit Mountain/Swiss! (Approx. 2,600 words)

S: Copia takes the ghouls out for a night of bowling and it ends with Swiss and Mountain in bed together <3

Bonding time for them all, the Cardinal had said, but as Swiss fell to his knees in dismay, he wanted nothing to do with Rain and Dewdrop.

The water ghoul's boisterous laughter along with Dew's taunting filled his ears. He also heard cheers but they did nothing to uplift his spirits as he reluctantly got back onto his feet.

"Aw, c'mon, stop being a sore loser, Swiss!" The multi ghoul made a face and stuck his tongue out at the water ghoul as he walked into the arms of his team.

"Stupid bowling ball…" Unfortunately the fire ghoul heard his comment.

"Sure buddy, blame the ball for your shit throw, hah!" Dewdrop snickered and yelped when a hand smacked against his head. "Don't feel sorry for him! You're on my team, Aeth." Dew huffed and stuck his tongue out at the multi ghoul before turning his attention back onto Rain.

Swiss rolled his eyes before looking at his team who were attempting to comfort him with words and pats on the back.

"It's okay, Swiss. Splits are hell on Earth - you did amazing!" Swiss sighed as he looked at his team. Cirrus had a fiery look in her eye, just as riled up as he was. Copia attempted to give him a reassuring look as he ran his knuckles against each other. Mountain looked down at him with a smile as he gently patted his head.

"We must believe in nostro terra, yes? We are not done yet!" Swiss looked over at the Cardinal with a pout and nodded as he released another sigh. Copia looked up at Mountain and awkwardly patted his shoulder. "Believe, ghoul."

"Oh c'mon, guys! Can someone bowl before I go for you?!" Cirrus hissed, baring her fangs at the other team, causing Copia's to stumble and his eyes to widen in surprise. Dewdrop groaned loudly as Cumulus tried to ease his annoyance. Cirrus eyed the two as she attempted to apologize to the Cardinal with a pat on his shoulder.

Swiss groaned and smacked his hands onto the earth ghoul's shoulders. "Please Mount, please. We can't let his stinky little ass win." Mountain raised his eyebrows in amusement at Swiss' pleas and choice of words, but nodded his head confidently. "You got this big guy, send those pins flying! I'll even do your laundry for a month!"

Mountain rolled his eyes, they hardly ever do individual laundry. "We don't- sure, I'll do my best." He pulled Swiss' hands from his shoulders where claws had dug in, and stepped towards the approach.

Mountain bent to pick up his ball and stood tall. He rolled his shoulders and closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. He could hear the other team chattering, but blocked them out. He lined his feet with the dots on the approach and shuffled in place a bit. He brought the ball up and tapped his foot a few times. Ready.

Mountain rushed up the approach and released, a collective gasp coming from the ghouls and Cardinal behind him as the ball hit the pins. He inhaled sharply as he watched them fall and settle. Okay. The tenth pin was still standing. It'll be an easy spare. Although it was the same one that Swiss had missed.

He made his way to pick up his ball again and noticed Swiss with his hands to his face, hearing the multi ghoul whimper. Could he at least try to be positive? Stepping back to the dots, he held up the ball, took a few deep breaths, and tapped his feet again. He approached and released a smooth slow roll, spiking everyone's anxiousness.

His fist shot up into the air as he whispered a small excited, "yes!" when the pin went down. A collective gasp came from behind him and he turned to see Cirrus and Copia with the same happy expression. Swiss was hopping in his spot, hands shaking. He sent them an appreciative smile before looking over at the other team.

Cumulus and Aether looked equally excited as they did nervous. Rain tapped his chin as Dewdrop paced, sending Swiss a glare. His ball was back and with a pat to the back from Cirrus and Copia, he readied himself again. Final frame, final throw.

Dew and Rain- Rain? Mountain scoffed. Dewdrop and Rain were throwing taunts and yells, trying to distract him, but he was able to keep them out of his head well enough. Mountain sighed. He needed approximately 8 pins down for their team to win. Not nerve wracking at all. Bouncing on his tippy toes, he took a deep breath as his shoulders rolled.

He attempted to begin his approach, but hesitated on his second step, sighing as he returned into his starting position.

"C'mon! Just lose already!" Mountain's head twisted slightly in annoyance.

"Don't listen to him, Mountain!"

"Whatever goes, it'll be alright!"

"You'll win this big guy, I know it!"

Mountain smiled as a flush rose up his neck. He's got this. He held the ball with his other hand as he aired out his fingers and wiggled his limbs. His confidence and determination were strong. Ball back in grip and up against his shoulder, he breathed deeply, tapped his feet, and rushed forward.

The bowling ball hit the lane with a loud smack that was deafening to his ears as it sped towards the pins. Mountain took two steps back with his hands on his knees as he watched the ball crash into the pins, sending them all flying. He let out a surprised laugh as the lane emptied, hearing equally loud cheers and cries of disappointment behind him.

He did it. They won. Mountain made a strike on the final throw. Their team really managed to win by a few points. He stood, turning to rush over to his team, eyes shining with a happy grin. He wasn't even off the approach yet when Swiss rushed towards him yelling, "You fucking did it, man!"

Suddenly Swiss' arms were being thrown around Mountain's neck as the multi ghoul pulled him close, lips smashing together. For a second, Mountain's eyes widened in surprise before he softly shut them, wrapping his arms around the multi ghoul. As one hand set on Swiss' back, the other carefully found its way into his curls.

One of Swiss' hands stayed between his shoulder blades as the other cupped Mountain's cheek, moving up and down his jaw with every kiss. Swiss pulled away to bump their foreheads together, fighting to regain his breath. "Holy shit."

Mountain snorted as he moved his hands to cup Swiss' face. "Holy shit," he echoed. Mountain placed a kiss on Swiss' nose and bit his lip as a flush colored the ghoul's cheeks. They were snapped out of it when Cirrus purred at their side and Cumulus and Aether clapped their backs and congratulated them on the win.

Copia was on the side smiling, his hands lightly clapping. Rain had a small grin while he patted Dewdrop's head sympathetically, the fire ghoul in shock, looking absolutely defeated.

Mountain's hands had dropped to Swiss' waist as he accepted congratulations from the others. Swiss didn't let his attention stray for long, pulling his attention back by guiding his face back to his. "Again?" Mountain beamed and nodded.

Swiss planted a soft kiss on Mountain's lips. They glided slowly and perfectly against each other, tasting, savoring. Eventually pulling away, Swiss whispered against Mountain's cheek. "Fuck, you're so amazing, you know that?" Mountain laughed quietly and placed a noisy kiss on Swiss' cheek.

"I try." Swiss grinned and nipped at Mountain's nose, making the earth ghoul squirm with a grin of his own. Aether reeled them back into reality when he whistled, demanding their attention. The pair looked over at him, realizing the other's were all set to go. The Cardinal waved at them to take their time and walked off with the ghoulettes at his sides.

Mountain and Swiss smiled sheepishly in thanks. "Meet us out back." They nodded at Aether's words and turned back to face one another. With one more shared kiss, they readied themselves to leave before shyly walking hand in hand together to return their bowling shoes. As they walked, Swiss built up the courage to pull Mountain's ear close to his mouth as they headed towards the exit.

"Can I suck your dick later? Y-y'know, as a, uh, thank you?" Mountain's jaw dropped as he attempted to form any sound, looking at Swiss' shy smirk. He closed it and swallowed thickly, eyes searching all of Swiss’ face.

“Su-sure.. Yeah, if- if ya want..” The way Swiss laughed nervously made Mountain’s heart skip a beat as his eyes stayed glued to the multi ghoul’s face.

“Okay then, it's a date.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“...” The two burst into a series of giggles as they rushed out the alley to meet the others, still hand in hand.

On the drive back to the Ministry grounds, the pair couldn’t keep their eyes off of one another. Aether was getting frustrated with the adorable way Mountain kept sneaking “secretive” (not) glances at the multi ghoul, a small adoring smile painting his face. Swiss had his arm around Cirrus’ shoulders as he spoke with her, but Aether also didn’t miss every side glance he took to get a glimpse of the earth ghoul, eyes constantly raking up and down his body. It was disgusting and endearing. Aether could see where their hands met between their thighs, fingers occasionally fiddling with one another. They weren’t being subtle, but Aether wasn’t going to be the one to burst whatever bubble the two ghouls were sharing,

Arriving at the grounds, Swiss and Mountain kept goofing off with the others, pinkies locked, but as they approached the rooms, it went silent between the two. Mountain’s other hand was fidgeting with the pocket of his pants as he tried to decide their next move. Would he invite Swiss to his room? Let the other ghoul invite him to his quarters? Or should he just shove him through the door? Or, what Mountain feared, had Swiss just been joking?

“Hey, big guy? You here with me? You don’t… have to indulge me… I understand if you don’t uh, want t-”. Mountain quieted Swiss’ rambling with a kiss to the forehead. The earth ghoul knocked their horns gently against each other, making Swiss’ eyes glow.

“I want to, believe me. I want you.” That was all Swiss needed to hear to regain his confidence before he rushed to the nearest room of the two, shoving Mountain into his own room. They didn’t even bother to turn the lights on as they scrambled to pull their shoes and sweaters off, running into the bed. Mountain released a small oof as Swiss pushed him down onto the bed and struggled to push himself higher up as Swiss climbed over him. Somehow, Mountain managed to switch a lamp on in the process.

Swiss kneeled over the earth ghoul as he tried to regain control of his breath, feeling the adrenaline from before rushing back into his body. Mountain ran his hands along Swiss’ sides, pushing his shirt upwards. Swiss yanked it all the way off before pulling Mountain back up to remove his as well. Their lips met in a deep kiss, hands roaming bare chests and backs.

Mountain released a shuddering gasp into the kiss as Swiss grinded against his lap, hands lightly pulling at his hair. Mountain had his hands on Swiss' hips, urging him to keep rolling his hips.

"Someone's happy to see me." Mountain released a light laugh and squirmed as Swiss kissed down his cheek to his neck. He happily gave the multi ghoul access, trying to piece his thoughts together as pressure grew against his crotch.

"Every time I lay eyes on you." Swiss' hips sped up in their motions as he let out a small whimper in response. Mountain moaned as he let his tongue trace the length of Swiss' ear, his hands finding their way past the multi ghoul's pants and onto his bare ass.

He could feel and see Swiss' tail swishing high, more than excited. "Shit, Swiss." Swiss pulled away to meet his eyes, cock kicking in its restricted space as he saw the saliva on the ghoul's lips and his glazed over, hooded eyes.

"Hell, Mounty… at this rate I-I think I'll cum in-in my pants."

"Mmph, that'd be a beautiful sight to see."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm." Mountain mouthed at Swiss jaw, claws digging into the flesh of his ass, guiding him into rougher thrust.

"Unholy hell, babe. That- oh. Fuck!" Swiss pushed Mountain down with such a force that Mountain lost his breath, laughing as he coughed and tried to regain it.

"Someone's eager to please."

"Always." The two had matching smirks, melding when they met in yet another heated kiss. But there was some slowness to this one, coated in adoration. More than the previous at least.

Losing themselves in touch, scent, taste, and kisses… Swiss found himself lost in all of Mountain as his orgasm hit in forceful waves. Every single whimper and moan serenaded Mountain's flickering, flushed ears. Mountain held him as close as he could, leaving open mouthed wet kisses and pants all over Swiss' face and neck as he grinded up against the multi ghoul, searching for his own release.

The glide against his crotch was easy with their wetness and Swiss' cum, his firm hands guiding Swiss' ass to grind onto his cock as best he could.

Swiss, to Mountain's dismay, sat up and leaned back, a hand falling to Mountain's thigh so he could create better friction on Mountain's cock. Any sign of disappointment from no longer having Swiss so close to his lips disappeared as Mountain felt the cleft of the multi ghoul’s ass through their pants over his crotch.

"Swiss, please, I'm-I'm almost there, please. S-so close." Mountain's voice was strained as his head pushed against the mattress, back arched yet still attempting to keep his eyes on the ghoul on top of him.

"Fuck, I know, baby. I got you." Swiss' tail circled and flicked at Mountain's nipples as he watched the earth ghoul drown in his own moans. "C'mon Mountain, cum for me darling." With a few more thrust against Swiss' ass, Mountain gladly came for him. Swiss helped him through it with light grinding, trying not to put to much pressure onto Mountain's sensitive dick. It was quite difficult when Mountain's high moans kept sending shivers down his spine.

When Mountain motioned for him to still, Swiss, let himself fall to the side, laying on his hip as he looked down at the earth ghoul. Mountain was panting heavily but gave him a weak smile that Swiss brightly returned.

"Lucifer, you're so beautiful." Swiss sucked his bottom lip into his mouth to try and hid his shy smile as the flush on his face darkened.

"Not as beautiful as you, big guy."

"Oh, I'd really beg to differ, gorgeous." Mountain pulled Swiss down, softly bringing their lips together for a peck. Swiss hovered above him, accepting defeat as the two shared air and basked in each other's presence.

"Fuck, wish we'd done this sooner. I don't know why I was so nervous to make a move."

"Saw me playing with balls and needed them to be yours?" A laugh burst from Swiss' chest at Mountain's words and let himself collapse into the earth ghoul's hold.

"That was terrible."

"I know." Mountain chuckled.

"But yeah… thanks for winning the game for me. You looked so hot up there, all strong and sweaty." Swiss licked his lips and smirked before kissing Mountain's nose.

Mountain hummed, returning the kiss. "Glad the intense anxiety I was feeling in the moment was sexy to you."

Swiss snorted and cuddled his face into the earth ghouls neck. Voice muffled, he said, "gonna be so sticky and gross, but I don't wanna move."

"We can stay awhile, get a nice bath going later, yeah?"

Swiss let out a small sad noise, making Mountain pull his face up by the chin so their eyes would meet.

“What’s wrong? Don't tell me you're against baths?" Swiss huffed and shook his head.

“I didn’t get to suck your dick.” Mountain blew out a laugh at the comically large sad eyes and pout Swiss sported, looking genuinely crestfallen at the fact.

"Then I say we start with that next time hm, dontcha think, sunflower?" Swiss groaned and pulled Mountain in for what felt like the thousandth kiss of the evening. The earth ghoul had wasted no time in working his way deep into Swiss' heart.

"Next time huh? Already thinking about having me all to yourself again, hot stuff?" Swiss had a wide and proud smirk on his face as he traced Mountain's jaw.

"Of course, anything to be by your side." Mountain's words were so soft and earnest, bringing a darker flush to Swiss' face as the multi ghoul let himself melt onto Mountain's bare chest, holding him tight.

Yeah, he was definitely falling hard and fast; Mountain thought the same.

[iamthecomet]

Hi Comet! Asking about your headcanons has been so much fun and now I feel like I can't stop. Now, for something completely different from clothes: Copia has received orders that the band has to have a team building night where they play board games. Who wins Monopoly? Who initiates strip poker? Who is content to just play "Go Fish"? Who is a sore loser after losing [insert board game of your own choice]? -Ghoulette Anon

I LOVE answering your headcanons asks so much, seriously. Ok, I'm totally in with the idea of team building night. I think Copia will play ANYTHING. I think he's just happy to be there. Whatever the ghouls suggest, he's all in. He's a good sport, isn't really competitive. He just enjoys being there with his ghouls. He always wins Monopoly somehow. Swiss is the card shark, hands down. He has a vast wealth of card games stored in his head and loves teaching everyone new ones whenever he can. He is absolutely the one who initiates strip poker. Cumulus and Rain would be happy with just Go Fish. They just like being there with their pack. They are rarely competitive, and don't really care of the game is boring. Cumulus likes a game she doesn't have to think about so they can all talk and bond more. Rain just doesn't want to deal with the inevitable fight that happens if they play something too high stakes. Cirrus and Dew are both terrible losers, but for different reasons. Dew hates games of chance. He will flip a table if a game of monopoly goes south too quickly. He is competitive to a fault, and hates losing because of bad dice rolls, but is generally ok if he loses something because of his own bad decisions.

Cirrus on the other hand is a master at strategy and hates losing games when it's her own fault. She's fine if fate decides she can't win. But if she's the one who messes up? She's miserable, though far less explosive than Dew. She isn't going to flip a table, but she will be snippy for the rest of the night. They are both very good at games that involve strategic thinking, and forethought. Dew wins Uno at a constant. Cirrus has never lost a game of Risk. Aether's favorite game is Candyland. No matter how many times everyone tries to tell him it's a game for children he does not care. He usually gets them all to play it with him mostly because it only takes five minutes to complete a game. Cumulus, Rain and Copia are happy to indulge him. Everyone else suffers through it. Swiss and Dew are trying to find a way to turn it into a drinking game--they've had limited success. Mountain's really good at scrabble. He wins almost every time. Copia is the only one who gives him a real run for his money. They have a friendly competition with it, while everyone starts using slang and curse words on the board and trying to count them. Mountain gave up trying to enforce the rules on that almost immediately. Sunshine is really good at trivia games. Trivial Pursuit is her favorite. No one has any idea how she knows so many things, but she always seems to know the answers.

No one needs to know that it's because she reads the cards in her free time and has the answers memorized.

[aron-q]

:open picture for better viewing:

Alright now we're doing rango! The smug bastard. (These aren't in age order btw)

Rango, the youngest out of the broodals, he is an extremely sore loser, and if he wins he's gonna be rubbing it in everyone's face, and he will brag for months afterwards, and if he ends up being right about something, he is so god damn smug, and he will absolutely say I told you so, every time, and he definitely isn't someone who'd resort to physical violence, and he only does light teasing, is terrible at comforting people, he usually just ends up slowly walking away to find someone else to deal with it, generally does care, just has no idea what to do in that situation, also has only ever teased spewart, and some of his quote on quote "friends"..... They don't like him..... They REALLY don't like him- he isn't trying to be annoying, he's just generally annoying, also he has gaslit every person he's ever known.... Or at least tried, and he also hates strawberry yogurt for some reason, he hates the texture of yogurt in general, but absolutely despises strawberry flavored things, also he has terrible Reflexes and very delayed reactions to things,

Sexuality: idk this dude gay-

Age: 16

Drink: mtn dew

Music: killing butterflies by: Lewis Blissett

He/they

[gravehags]

oh to be the judge in cirrus and dewdrop’s fingering contest… (first one to make you cum so hard you pass out wins) (multiple rematches are demanded by dew who is deeeefinitely not a sore loser wdym 🙄)

EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING AUGH OUR MINDS

when cirrus makes you squirt on the third go-round of the competition, dew gets up and flips the bedside table while swiss and phantom laugh endlessly at his angry little ass.

[softmick]

randomized fic tag game

okay so i was tagged by @thatoneao3author which is the coolest thing (!!). i see that a bunch of people have already done this and i don’t really know anyone but if you see this and you haven’t done it yet, consider this my invitation to you!!

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using this au generator AND this fan fiction trope generator to “try to come up with the title, plot, vibe, and details of a fic including whatever the generators gave you.”

i got: Tabletop Gaming AU and “I work at an adult store and you came in looking so lost and timid. Here, let me show you the weirdest things in the store so you laugh and loosen up.”

Title: something like “winning strategy” or “such a sore loser”

Iggy drags Mickey to a comic book shop for game night because they’re trying out wholesome hobbies. And while Mickey hates the idea of sitting around drinking mountain dew with some neckbeards he picked their outing last week and it’s Iggy’s turn.

So he shows up expecting to have to grin and bear it, but his competitive nature wins out and maybe he gets invested in strategizing and kicking ass and honestly the guys are pretty cool.

Ian comes in too late to join the game, but sticks around making jokes and commenting on everyone’s moves and annoying the shit out of Mickey (and maybe distracting him a little because why he is always attracted to obnoxious straight guys).

Ian is flirting but it goes over Mickey’s head. But Ian thinks Mickey is interested because he’s blushing and shy. Mickey is just flustered because he can’t think straight and he hates to lose.

But all in all he had a good time and appreciated the intellectual stimulation so when Iggy suggests they go back, Mickey agrees. He’s been thinking about how to win and moves he should have made and wondering if he can team up with some other guys.

Ian is there first, setting up a game and he’s so excited to see Mickey again, but Mickey avoids him and joins another table.

Ian finishes up first and goes to observe the other game (Mickey) and he’s quieter this time, watching. And Mickey is doing well so he’s more relaxed and himself. And Ian swoons a little bit.

ETC, ETC. Iggy and Mickey keep showing up and after a few weeks Ian and Mickey actually play together and they have fun trying to out maneuver each other. Mickey realizes he has the biggest crush when Ian beats him and instead of feeling angry he’s just impressed and curious. But he’s still convinced that Ian is just nice to everyone and it’s unrequited.

And then some other players start making comments about their commentary. Teasing them for flirting. Telling them to take it outside or get a room. And Mickey is so embarrassed because it’s not like that at all and Ian definitely isn’t into him. But there’s tension and attraction on his end and it’s starting to bleed out into his life.

He goes home thinking about Ian and the faces he makes when he’s concentrating. Or laughing. Or judging someone else. Sipping his drink. Shuffling cards.

And then he starts to imagine Ian in a totally different way. Naked. Kissing him. And while Mickey isn’t in the closet any more and he’s fooled around before, he’s pretty inexperienced and he’s never had a crush on someone he actually knows.

But now Ian has him thinking about sex. And touching himself. And wondering. And he’s getting frustrated. His hand isn’t enough anymore. So he mentions something to Mandy and she tells him about a shop that’s discreet and out of the way.

Mickey has to drink to get the courage to even think about it, let alone go in. But he does. A girl greets him from the counter and asks if he needs help with anything but he can’t reply, just shakes his head and blushes, and walks towards the back.

He’s trying not to look at anything too directly, looking mostly at his feet. And he’s starting to sweat and he’s thinking about leaving and then Ian comes around a corner and practically bumps into him.

Ian is hopeful Mickey asked around about him and is there to see him, but then he sees how Mickey is panicking and he realizes he had no idea. So he immediately goes into clown mode to try to make him relax.

He shows him vibrating vegetables and tentacles and feet with vaginas and silly male thongs. And finally Mickey starts to laugh and he stops crossing his arms over his chest.

And Ian figures he should maybe do his job and figure out why Mickey is actually there. So he’s finally like, “Anyway, what can I help you find, man? You looking for something for your girlfriend?” And Mickey canNOT tell him he’s looking for dildos. So he word vomits, “Can I have your number?”

And Ian lets out a huge sigh and Mickey covers his face and starts to apologize. And he’s just going to leave and crawl into a hole, but Ian is beaming at him and asking for his phone and tells him they should get together before the next game night to talk about teaming up. And Mickey is like yeah maybe over dinner. And Ian says it’s a date. And then they’re both cheesing and stupid and happy.

[forlorn-crows]

yes me too im so sorry crowsie </3

CHIRPING? chirping. thats so.

also i 100% agree, dew with a mouthguard. woof. dew drowning in the gear is also a cute image 😭 im also thinking about rain with a mouthguard now. oh dear.

also! i havent been that well but its alright, thank you for asking, and im sorry i havent been around much ive simply been lurking because i am terrified of initiating interaction 💀 how have you been? !!

- 🧠 [brainon]

dont even get me started on mountain with a mouth guard

swiss is gonna call him out on how scrawny he is without all that padding to beef him up. and dews gonna call him a sore loser.

im so sorry things havent been well! ive been struggling some too. had to pause ficlet requests for that reason. mainly my own brain torturing me, so thats fun! but im so glad i have all of you to fall back on every day, it makes me feel instantly better.

stop by any time, even if you just want to say hi!

[heartstopper-lover123]

So I have a PlayStation 1... I know, that's old, why not get the PS5? Well I don't have one so I'll deal with what I have because PS1 is a classic

But I only play teken on it. And I got really got against my mum, and my dad. I had it away for 2 years and got it out recently. And I was playing it just now on my own.

I was doing good against the computer itself. And then my 6 tmyear old sister wants to play with me. She's been stuck to this game since I got it out a dew days ago. So we play, and my character doesn't even move. It's just stuck while her's kicks mine to death. And ofc I got upset because I didn't get a single hit. We play another game and she turned her character's health up without me knowing so I died faster. So we played one more round and she beat me. So I gave up because my hands hurt. She kept pulling faces at me because I was losing. She them called me a sore loser so I walked away.

My mum is playing with her now and beating her mf ass, and now my sister is crying and saying how it's unfair. She was calling me a fucking sore loser when she does the same I do. We're both competitive Nd she just had to be better than me at everything. My parents say it's because she loves me. Which is absolute bs. She may be 6 but she practically abuses me using not just words but she gets physical and hits me and my parents don't care. She fakes liking me because she wants our parents attention. If I like something, she has to like it more and be better at it and it passes me off.

So, my question is, do any of you have a younger (or older) sibling who annoys you?

[wandering-the-fae-wyldes]

The folly of sprites

Tink stomped her foot as she glared at her closest friend Dew. Dew for her part simply stuck out her tongue at her and turned away, a small diamond held tightly between her arms.

Tink: "It's no fair! I saw it first Dew, and you know it!"

Dew shook her head firmly.

Dew: "Nope! You know the rules, it's whoever gets to it first gets to keep it!

Tink stomped on the ground all the more, grumbling angrily. Finally she turns to Dew with a smirk.

"Ok, you know what? Fine. You want to be that way? Then I'll just take it from you!"

Dew's jaw dropped in disbelief at Tink's declaration.

Dew: "What!? No! No, no, that's not allowed meanie!"

Tink laughed triumphantly as she walked over to Dew and poked her forehead, standing a good 2 inches taller than Dew (6" vs 4"), Tink loomed over the smaller sprite. She then reached out and grabbed the small gem and pulled it away from her, holding it over her own head and out of Dew's reach.

Tink: "Ha! And who's going to stop me? Hee, hee, that's what you get for being a pipsqueak."

Tink held Dew at a distance with one hand on her head as Dew desperately tried to reach the gem.

Dew: "Ahh! No fair! It's not my fault you're freakishly tall!" Tink was more than a little proud of her solution to the problem, at least until Dew found a solution of her own and bit down on Tink's arm.

Tink: "Ah! H-hey! I'm not food you idiot! Let go!"

Shortly after the initial bite an all out brawl started between the two, not the first of such conflicts to be certain, and unfortunately for Dew it was likely to end in the same way it always did.

As the two fairies fought, a wandering adventurer happened across and noticed the beautiful gem laying on the ground. Figuring it was his lucky day he quickly scooped it up and pocketed it, the two fairies fighting nearby none the wiser and oblivious to all outside of their spat.

The two fairies fought for almost an hour before coming to the unfortunately inevitable conclusion. As always it ended with Tink sitting on Dew's back, victorious over her defeated friend.

Tink: "Ahh, victory! It always tastes so sweet on my tongue!" Dew slams he fists angrily on the ground. Dew: "It's no fair! You're not a sprite, you're an ogre!"

Tink slaps Dew in the back of the head as she stands up and walks over to where the diamond was left.

Tink: "Oh don't be a sore loser! I'll consider letting you look at it from time to-"

Tink stops mid-sentence as she looks at the empty earth where her shiny had been.

Dew: "Huh? What is it? Tink?"

Dew joins her friend and smiles smugly as she realizes what happened.

Dew: "Well, I guess that settles that then. Serves you right for stealing it from me."

Dew strikes a smug pose as Tink falls to her knees, tears streaming from her eyes as she laments the cruel reality she must live in.

Tink: "Waaah! It's not fair! I won that shiny! It was mine! What cruel monster would do such a thing!? Steal from an innocent undeserving soul such as I!?"

Dew laughs maliciously as she turns and begins to walk off.

Dew: "Ha! None more deserving than you is what I say."

[almighty-an2]

So, about The Best Story…

I just finished watching the third episode. And let me tell you, ain’t no way this is the ending. I know that not all series got the happy ending that we want, BUT BRUH. Aight, let me just cry here together with the sad crying bois.

Stuff that aggravates me while watching the last part

Fern went from the one girl I sympathize (let’s be honest, knowing that your long time crush falls for someone else does hurts), to another one of that one girl on BL that is the source of conflict. She got no right disclosing something as private as sexuality, even to their own mom. It’s Dew’s business, and he got the right to either keep silence or talk to his mom. And remember, this happened after she promised to be his friends even after the rejection. Don’t be like Fern, Fern is a sore loser.

Nearing the end, she got enough time to apologize, straight to the points. But noo, she don’t have enough courage to admit it. I guess a BL series is just not complete with a character like this huh.

Wellllll, I don’t know. Encourage him to love his love interest as much as he could maybe? Treat his love interest right maybe? Ensure him that you would still love him no matter what? But of course you just gotta tell him to study to Chiangmai instead 😀 Sad, but this is partly how it’s going on real life too. Sometimes, people who claimed to love us the most, is also the one who hurts us the most.

And I cried together with Dew towards this part. It hurts when you gotta think like this, when you just want to love someone.

Dew gotta cry alone, his supposed best friend outed him. His mom, eurgh. At least Best got the best friends that will be there to mend his broken heart…

The end huh, no more soft boys looking at each other softly. Altough the instagram scene at the end kind of giving me hope for a special episode. Let you girl dream, okay.

Yin and War are really good, and their chemistry are up there. Even when they are never officialy dating on the series. I’ve always like them after I watched love mechanics, and this just make me like them even more 🥰🥰

[communistkenobi-archive]

The smell of ozone during a storm, with ahsoka?

every time i think about ahsoka in a little coat i lose my mind

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from this prompt list

25. The smell of ozone during a storm - Ahsoka

Her coat was too small for her again.

Ahsoka spread her arms out to either side of her as she laid in the grass, listening to the rain go pat pat pat on the outer layer of her jacket. Her hood was flipped up over her head, just big enough to cover her eyes. The fabric was tight around the tips of her montrals, and it would probably give her a headache if she laid like this for too long. But the rain was cool where it struck her cheeks, and the air smelled new.

The thunder was another warning, another reason for her to move on from this place. Getting struck by lightning would almost be funny now, after everything that had happened.

“I dare you,” she said to the sky, and smiled to herself. A drop of rain landed on her lip as if in answer, dewing on her skin. 

Ahsoka breathed deep, listening to her jacket crinkle as she inhaled. She always liked the rain. It made the air wet in a way it never was on starships.

“Hey kid,” she heard Rex call, followed by crunchy footsteps as he walked through the grass. He stopped by her head. “What are you doing?”

“Relaxing,” she told him, and plucked at the edge of her hood to peek up at him. “Come join me.”

Rex shrugged and sat beside her, but he didn’t lie down. He had his own hood up, and he was picking at the muddy laces of his boots. Ahsoka lifted a hand and tapped his calf, pulling his attention towards her.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said easily, shrugging. “You?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Your ‘yeahs’ always sound like a really polite ‘no’.”

He smiled faintly. It made the skin around his eyes crinkle—crinkles that hadn’t been there two years ago. “Just mulling over the day. I’m alright.”

She let her hand rest on her stomach and nodded. “They’ve all been pretty long ones recently.”

He let out all the breath in his lungs and looked down at his boots again. “I need you to—”

“To what?”

“To not lie in open fields during thunderstorms.”

Ahsoka watched him. He didn’t mean right now. He meant in the future. “You’re not going anywhere for a long time,” she said to him, trying to keep her tone light. “Not if I have anything to say about it.” She pushed her hood back down over her eyes and centred her head, shifting to get more comfortable on her back. “Besides, I told the clouds to leave me alone already.”

Rex was silent for a moment. “Can you do that?”.

She grinned. “Would you believe me if I said yes?”

He scoffed and muttered something she didn’t catch. Ahsoka reached over for him and felt for his hand, then squeezed it when he offered it to her. 

“I’ll be okay,” she assured him. “And so will you.”

“You’re growing like a shoot everyday,” he whispered, his voice thick. “And so am I.”

“You’re not an old man yet.”

“Yet.”

She squeezed his hand again. “And I’ve got a lot of jokes saved up for when that happens.”

Rex laughed quietly. She felt the air settle around him, like a muscle finally relaxing. It terrified her, too, if she thought about it for too long, so Ahsoka resolved not to. Laters and next times were luxuries she couldn’t count on, so she would focus on the now. It was all she had anymore.

“Can we at least go back to the tent?” Rex finally asked, tipping his head up to the sky. “Clouds are pretty dark.”

Ahsoka let go of his hand and flipped around, pushing herself up to her knees. She sat up straight, butt resting on her boots, and pushed her hood up again to grin at him. “Does the rain scare you?”

“You scare me, kid, and that’s enough.” He stood up with a groan and offered her a hand, which she ignored in favour of springing up beside him.

“I’m gonna be taller than you soon,” she told him, and tapped the tip of her montrals.

He rolled his eyes. “Those don’t count.”

“Don’t be a sore loser.”

[epiphany-of-a-madwoman]

The Last Dragon | The Witcher

Chapter 14 | To Hunt a Monster

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Targaryen!OC

Summary: Visenya Targaryen is the eldest and only surviving child of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell. When Robert Baratheon’s rebellion was won, instead of being slaughtered by the Mountain like her mother and siblings, she was saved by Ned Stark and taken as his ward. Years later, after she’s killed at the Red Wedding, she wakes up outside Blaviken. Now she finds her destiny intertwined with the White Wolf on her quest to go back home.

Word Count: 5k 

Note:  Click here to read the previous chapters ♡ Also! My tag list is open! Double also! I took some liberties with the Alp, pls don’t hate me 

Visenya swings her blade down, metal clanging against metal. A small bead of sweat runs down her forehead, falling from her brow bone and landing on the ground. She tosses her blade to the other hand, pulling it up just in time to block the incoming attack, their clashing swords forming a ‘T’. She nimbly moves to the side, and away from her opponent, breaking away from his sword. With otherworldly grace, Visenya whirls around in a half-circle, now standing behind him, pushing her blade forward to pierce through his back. He turns around, jumping back before the hit makes contact, pushing it out of the way with his own.

Metal rings in the clearing as they continue their deadly dance. Geralt kicks his leg out, centimeters away from hitting Visenya’s knees. She brings her blade down in a half crescent shape, smacking the side of his leg with the flat part of her blade. He grunts out a laugh, unbothered by the hit, but it allows Visenya to jump back from his assault. 

“You’ll have to do better than that, White Wolf,” Visenya teases, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she awaits Geralt’s next move. He snorts and lunges towards her once more. She sidesteps him, using her smaller size to her advantage. She laughs, the sound blending yet also clashing with the sound of two blades meeting in a bind. 

“You’re too arrogant,” Geralt says, pressing against her blade with more force. 

He smiles, a smile that’s all teeth, nearly feral looking. Visenya's arm begins to shake, her strength quickly dwindling. But before she can attempt to pull back, Geralt suddenly drops his blade, the lack of resistance causing Visenya to stumble forward. At the same time, he sweeps his leg out, her stumble morphing into a fall. 

Thud.

Visenya lands on her back, sword falling out of her hand. Without hesitation Geralt kicks it out of her reach, pointing his sword at her throat.

“It’ll get you killed.” His tone is grim, face set in a deep scowl. “--again,” he adds as an afterthought. Her confession from weeks ago is still fresh, pushed to the forefront of his mind every time he so much as glances at her. 

“Well if you didn’t play cheap,” Visenya says, minor annoyance etching a deep scowl onto her face. 

“There is no such thing as playing cheap when it comes to fighting. You either win or you don’t,” Geralt says, scolding her like a father would an unruly and stubborn child. But if he’s as old as Visenya thinks, she might as well be. 

“Whatever,” Visenya mutters, not moving from her position on the ground, instead she moves her gaze upwards. Threads of dawn emboss the sky, rays of pink and orange tinting it, their vivid colors offset by opalescent clouds. It’s quiet, nearly too quiet, if not for her rapid inhale and exhale of breath.   

“You’re good, but you’re too wild,” Geralt says. He tosses his blade aside, reaching a hand down to help her up. Her face flushes red from exerting too much energy, with breathes that're too quick, the spar taking more of her energy up than it should’ve. Then again, for years her only constant companion had been Jaskier, and he ended up pricking three of his fingers before even fully lifting a sword. That was the last time she attempted to arm him. 

“Don’t patronize me,” Visenya says, blowing away the stray hairs that fell out of her ponytail and onto her face. 

“I’m not. I’m giving advice. Besides--” Geralt looks over at her, the corners of his mouth slowly pulling into a grin. His slightly sharper teeth give his grin a wolfish appearance, predatory and mischievous in nature. “--when did you become such a sore loser?” Geralt teases.

“I don’t know, around the time you got slow,��� Visenya responds, grabbing onto Geralt’s outstretched hand. But instead of using it to pull herself up, she yanks on it with all of her remaining strength, causing Geralt to tumble to the ground. 

His eyes are wide with bewilderment and shock, a small giggle bubbling from Visenya’s mouth, taking special notice of the green grass that mingles with his tangled white hair. Geralt scoffs, but there’s a small smile on his face that betrays his amusement, small droplets of dew on his hair that glisten in the sun, like tiny beams of light. 

Visenya sits up, repositioning herself to be more comfortable on the ground. Geralt follows suit, shaking his head like a dog. Brown twigs and emerald leaves fly in the air and disappear into the sea of green that’s now tinged with dark brown.

Geralt opens his mouth and laughs, it’s not overly loud and merry sounding, but it’s more than he normally gives. The sound echoes in the small clearing, dancing away in the wind to bless someone else’s ears with the soft sound. His eyes shine in the light, causing him to almost look ethereal. Visenya smiles, her heartbeat speeding up, ever so slightly, and for the life of her she can’t figure out why. 

“I meant it, you're improving,” Geralt says, placing his arms on his knees and staring at the trees that surround them. 

“Are you saying I was a bad swordsman before?” Visenya teases, the smile on her face quickly evaporates, however, when Geralt doesn’t return the mirth. She scoffs and smacks his arm. “You are saying I was a bad swordsman!” she exclaims, disbelief causing a small laugh to escape her mouth. Ser Rodrik trained her himself and before him, Jon. Two of the best swordsmen in the North trained her, a bad fighter is the absolute last thing Visenya would label herself as. 

“No, just...chaotic,” Geralt says, seemingly unbothered by her assault. 

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” Visenya asks, raising a brow at him. 

“No, but it’s the truth. You fight well, but you fight without control or discipline.” Geralt says.

“So I’m unruly?” 

“Like a tornado or a wild animal,” Geralt says, a smirk on his face. Visenya rolls her eyes, smacking him once again - just for good measure. With a huff, she tightens her ponytail, pushing away the sweat coated baby hairs that stick to her forehead. She stands from the floor, walking towards the edge of the clearing where her leather bag is haphazardly resting against a tree. Crouching down and opening the main pouch, she pulls out two apples - one red and the other green. She tosses the red one in the air once, then launches it at Geralt as soon as it grazes her palm. He catches it with ease, not even bothering to look in her direction. Visenya smirks, taking a bite out of the remaining apple. 

“Would you believe me if I said I was raised by wolves?” Visenya asks. There’s a smirk on her lips, a gleam in her eyes that says she’s in on a joke that no one else knows. And she revels in it. 

“Yes,” Geralt simply replies, eyes wandering towards the sky, basking in the calm that seems so fleeting when on the road with a monster hunter. 

“Well, I choose to take both of those answers as a compliment. It just means I’m a force to be reckoned with in - and out - of combat. I think my ancestor and namesake would come back from the dead just to murder me if I wasn’t a half-decent fighter,” Visenya says, staring up at the thick canopy above her. She inches closer into the forest, not committing to entering it completely, but getting close enough. The singing of birds in the distance soothing to her ringing ears, allowing her thoughts to pause if only for a moment. 

“Hmm,” is Geralt’s only reply.

“She was a warrior queen, as comfortable in ringmail as she was in silks, as they say. She was legendary” Visenya says, wistfully staring into the trees, getting lost in the melancholy that usually follows when she thinks of her family. 

She remembers the stories her Septa would tell her, and the old dusty books she’d find in the library. She can nearly taste the old stale dust that coated the books, flying into the air once her fingers made contact. But she also remembers her eyes desperately drinking in each word, fantasizing that she was the one flying on a dragon, so high in the sky no one could touch her. 

Not Robert Baratheon, nor Tywin Lannister, not even The Mountain. But those were foolish daydreams of a child, who didn’t fully understand the nuances of things, nor how horrible some of her family truly had been. 

“And I was named after her. Sometimes I feel like I’m not worthy of it. It’s not like there are a dozen other idiots with the same name - who are more foolish than the last, not like Aegon or Viserys,” Visenya mutters to herself, hardly even registering that Geralt is still keenly listening to her ramblings. 

“I didn’t realize Jane was a family name,” Geralt says, his red apple still in hand, untouched. Visenya breathes out a laugh, the sound being swallowed by a strong gust of wind. 

“No of course not, it’s Vise--” Visenya starts, but closes her mouth, turning to face Geralt who watches her with a curious gaze. She coughs, glancing at the trees one last time before returning her gaze to Geralt. “How do you know it wasn’t my ancestors that made the name popular?” 

Geralt raises a brow, his expression showing how little he’s buying her pathetic save, but he doesn’t press the issue, thank the gods. Visenya continues biting into her apple, savoring not only each sweet bite but also the silence surrounding them.

“You’re light on your feet,” Geralt says after a moment. Visenya turns to look at him, a question on her face with raised ashen eyebrows. “Use that to your advantage. Most of your enemies will be much larger than you, bulkier. Which means they’re slower. Tire them out and run circles around them. You’ll never be able to beat them with brute force.” Geralt says, still looking towards the sky, eyes focusing on a particular bird.

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

o0o0o

“So an alp?” Visenya says, tapping her fingers against the wooden surface of the table she sits at. Her posture is relaxed, languidly sitting in the uncomfortable wooden chair. The room they’re renting is tiny, unbearably claustrophobic with the stench of stale air lingering in her nose at all hours. But it’s the only one in the small village, their size and lack of constant travelers not allowing for them to sink too much money in the rooms, opting to spend their coin on ale and food. At this point Visenya would rather stay in a brothel than here, at least they try to sell the idea of luxury and comfort - no matter how off the mark they may be. 

“Hmm,” Geralt grunts, tossing his leather bag across the room. Visenya watches as it glides through the air like a cannonball before landing with a loud thump on the bed. She returns her gaze to Geralt, who moves across the room, towards her, a pitcher of ale in hand. He sets it on the table, the force of it causing small droplets of ale to splatter onto the table. The fire in the corner of the room crackles, forcing itself into their conversation like a bothersome sibling. 

“Oh don’t tell me, I know this one. Let me see...alps are the ones who take humanoid forms to lure their victims and then they drink their blood until there’s nothing left, right? They also have the whole ‘saliva that puts its victims to sleep and can cause horrible nightmares’,” Visenya says, a slight smirk on her lips, eyes glowing with pride and self-satisfaction. 

“You already know you’re right,” Geralt says, a lilt of amusement in his otherwise deadpan tone. Visenya smirks, grabbing a mug and pouring ale into it, careful to not spill any. She sets the jug back down, throwing her cup back and downing nearly all of it. The amber liquid is bitter, not as smooth and sweet as Cintran ale. It burns and not in a pleasant way. Her face scrunches up, lips puckering and eyes firmly shut, forcing the remaining liquid to go down her throat and not out her mouth.

“I know, doesn’t mean I don’t like receiving validation,” Visenya remarks after managing to swallow the swill disguised as ale, glancing towards the sole window in the room. The sun is starting to set, and swiftly, night time will come before either of them have a chance to blink. Visenya pushes back her chair, the wood screeching against the floors. 

“Hmm,” Geralt simply replies, pouring a cup of ale for himself, and drinking it similarly as Visenya. However, he manages to keep any unpleasant expressions off his attractive face. Her eyes rest on his lips, gaze focusing on a droplet of ale that hangs precariously on his lips, nearly falling to the ground. A part of her wants to place her lips on his, to test if maybe the ale would be sweeter coming from his lips. But she snaps her eyes away quickly and banishes the thought, not wanting to linger on it for too long. 

“So where are we off to,” Visenya asks. She turns away from the table, grabbing her pack and beginning to shuffle around in it. “I can’t remember where they take residence, so I can’t be help there but--” Visenya starts to ramble, but Geralt cuts her short. 

“What do you mean?” Geralt asks, standing from his chair as well. Visenya turns around, her cloak in hand. 

“I mean, where are we going? We are planning on killing this alp aren’t we?” Visenya asks, raising a brow at Geralt. 

“I am going to kill the alp. You’re staying here,” Geralt says. His voice is stern, his mind set, leaving no room for argument. But Visenya has never been good at just sitting down and letting other people make decisions for her. 

“Are you serious? You’re trying to keep me out of this?” Visenya says, disbelief lacing every word. She laughs, a mocking one that lacks any warmth or humor.  

“You’re not ready for an alp,” Geralt says, maintaining his cool and unattached demeanor. Yet Visenya notices a faint twitch in his eye, annoyance with her constant need to question every choice he makes. 

“Not for a nightwraith either, apparently. Yet I helped kill that too,” Visenya says, her temper flaring, fire lacing her words.

“And almost died in the process,” Geralt says, his voice rising just a hair. Visenya scoffs, rolling her eyes, staring at the ceiling for a second before returning her gaze to Geralt. 

“Every situation that involves fighting also involves almost dying. That’s how fighting works, there’s always a chance you won’t come out alive,” Visenya says, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“So you throw yourself into every fight, even the ones you don’t have the capabilities to win?” Geralt asks, sarcasm distorting his question. 

“Precisely,” Visenya says, turning away from Geralt and throwing her traveling cloak over her shoulder, clasping it so it’ll stay on properly. She grabs her bag and sword, slinging the bag over her shoulder and attaching her sheath to her hip. 

“You can throw yourself into suicide battles with someone else, you aren’t coming,” Geralt says, the volume of his voice continuing to rise. 

“Yes, I am. What’s the point of me being around if I’m not being useful?” Visenya exclaims, stepping towards Geralt. She feels like a child again, being scolded for wanting to learn how to fight rather than perfecting her needlepoint or sewing skills. 

“You can come on the next hunt,” Geralt says.

“That’s what you said last time, and the time before that, and the time before that!” Visenya yells, waving her arm in Geralt’s direction, emphasizing her anger and frustration.

“You weren’t ready any of those times!” Geralt counters. Visenya slams her fist against the wooden table, the impact causing the ale to nearly tip over. Pain blossoms on the spot that made contact with the table, but Visenya can’t be bothered by it at the moment. 

“Damn it Geralt! Apparently, I’ll never be ready according to you,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him. The candles in the room wildly flicker, nearly going out as the temperature in the room drops, subtly at first, until it’s nearly as cold in the room as the outside. Heat rises in Visenya, growing stronger with each passing moment. The smell of burning fills the room, light smoke wafting from the table into the air. 

Like suddenly falling into ice, Visenya removes her hands from the table. There’s a clear burn mark in the vague shape of her fist, the wood lightly charred. She sighs, loudly, closing her eyes and relaxing her clenched fists. The warmth in the room returns, the candles flickering with life once more. Her heart pounds, mind completely blank. 

Silence. 

“I need air,” she mutters after a moment, not bothering to glance at Geralt. And before he can react, she flies out of the room, slamming the door behind her. 

o0o0o

Night cloaks Visenya, hiding her from any prying eyes and wandering gazes that hold no good intentions. She pulls the cloak closer to her body, hood up and head down, eager to be free from this stifling small village. The air is cool, but it’s refreshing, easily tempering the fire in her. 

“Get it together, Visenya!” she whispers, smacking a hand against her forehead, hoping the sting from the pain might smack some reason into her. 

A child. That’s what she’s acting like. Screaming and throwing a tantrum when she doesn’t get what she wants. It’s irrational. And pathetic. Whining and crying won’t get Geralt to agree to let her come, but that doesn’t temper the frustration she feels when he won’t. She’s not a child, she’s a woman, who can make her own decisions. Why should Visenya need a keeper to tell her what battles to and not to get involved in? 

She continues marching forward, quickly leaving the village and all her anger behind. The grass is longer, instead of brushing against her ankles, it reaches the middle of her calves in certain spots. The trees are thick, their lush canopy of leaves acting like a guardian protecting her in their beauty. It’s almost like the Godswood, but not nearly as beautiful, yet it evokes similar feelings in her. She deeply inhales, releasing it a moment later, allowing her tense body to melt and fly off with the breeze. Subconsciously, her hand grazes the embroidered direwolf, lightly tracing it with the tip of her finger.

Snap.

A twig cracks, echoing in the silence. Visenya pauses, head snapping up, eyes raking the surrounding area. Nothing but towering trees with shadows acting as cloaks. She turns around, hand ghosting over her sheathed blade. Her breathing is quick and uneven, hands shaking ever so slightly. Her lip trembles and she bites down on it, unwilling to show signs of fear or weakness. 

“Who’s there?” she calls out. “Reveal yourself, now!” she demands, eyes scanning the path behind her. 

Silence.

She lets out a breath, watching as it appears only to dissipate into the cold air. She lowers her hand from her weapon, moving down the path she came from, eager for the warmth and light the tavern offers. 

Snap. 

She world around, gold eyes blazing like a fire in the thick of night. The forest seems endless, shadows dancing at the corner of Visenya’s vision, mocking her with deafening silence and blinding loneliness. 

“I said, who is there.” Her voice is stone, not allowing even a glimmer of fear to seep into it. It cuts through the darkness like a freshly sharpened knife, her voice echoing far beyond what vision can perceive. 

Snap.

Another twig, this time closer than the previous two. Like she’s made of air, Visenya quickly turns, but instead of stifling nothingness, a figure stands a few inches away. It’s a woman, with blood-like hair flows over her bare shoulders, the tips of it resting on its stomach. Her skin is pale, nearly grey in hue, but what’s most alarming isn’t her lack of clothing nor the murder in her eyes, but the blood splattered all over her. Some of it is dry, coating parts of her body like armor, while a few splatters appear to be fresh, still dripping off its body and splashing onto the ground. 

It smiles a twisted smile that perfectly displays all her sharp teeth, tinted crimson from the blood. 

An alp. 

“Fuck.”

They move in unison, Visenya unsheathing her blade as the woman - or creature - lunges forward. It proves to be faster, body-slamming her to the ground. Its hands grab a hold of Visenya’s nails digging into her flesh. She screams but clamps her mouth shut, not willing to feed the lust for blood and pain in the creature’s eyes. It snarls, pushing against Visenya’s arms with inhuman strength, pressing them onto the damp ground. It hisses, droplets of drool tainted with blood falling onto Visenya’s face. She thrashes, attempting to force the beast off of her. 

Her eyes feel heavy, suddenly, the desire to sleep and never wake up washing over her like a tsunami. But she fights against it. 

‘If I sleep now, I’m dead. Stay. Awake,’ she keeps repeating in her head, willing the words to manifest into reality. 

It hisses once more, almost mockingly. It leans down, inches away from sinking her teeth in Visenya’s throat. Visenya lifts her head, siphoning all the strength she can manage and smashes her forehead against the beast. It wails, falling back in pain, allowing Visenya to scramble out from under it. The creature continues to scream, the noise deafening. The sound causes her insides to twist and her head pound, to the point that she fears it might burst. She grabs the sides of her face with both hands, hoping to muffle the sound and make the pain stop. She closes her eyes, thoughts blurring together, as memories she only sees in her dreams fare to life in her head.

“In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father, I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother, I charge you to defend the innocent. Arise, Visenya of House Targaryen, a knight of the Seven Kingdoms.” Jaime Lannister’s face appears in her vision, a much younger version than the one she’d last seen. His gold hair is soft and thick, falling perfectly into place. He holds a wooden sword in one of his hands, resting the flat part of it on her shoulder.

Visenya giggles, the noise hazy and unclear. She stands from her kneeling position, curtseying to Jaime, stumbling forward, and nearly face planting. 

“Thank you, good ser,” she replies, a beaming smile on her childish face. He kneels, so his eyes meet hers. He holds out the small wooden sword, the size suited for a child of five. 

“Now go, protect your mother Queen. It is your duty as a sworn member of her Queensguard,” he says.

“Fuck!” she screams. She rapidly blinks, attempting to force the images away. There’s too much danger, too much at stake to lose focus for even a second. The creature prowls towards Visenya, grabbing onto her leg and pulling her body towards it. Like a sack of grain, her body drags in the mud towards the monster. Visenya is powerless to fight back, only able to pray that the pain in her mind and body will go away. The creature flips her body: back against the ground and face looking towards the sky. She kicks her legs, managing to miss the alp each time. Its hands continue to move up Visenya’s body as it pulls her closer. 

“Where are we going, Ser Jaime? Shouldn’t you be protecting my grandfather?” Visenya asks, rushing to keep up with Jaime’s longer strides. 

“I need to show you something,” he says, voice grim but not harsh, yet it lacks the mirth normally present. He stops outside a door, and in her desperation to catch up, she nearly smacks into his legs, but narrowly avoids it since Jaime stops her body. He opens the door, which creaks loudly as it swings fully open. They’re in a room Visenya is all too familiar with, her mother’s chambers.

“Why are we--” Visenya begins, but cuts herself off as Jaime moves into the room. He strides through it, eyes focusing on one wall in particular. She rushes after him, eyes alight with curiosity she needs to sate. 

He stops in front of a wall, crouching down. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t acknowledge Visenya, even as her smaller feet patter against the stone floor, getting closer to him. She pauses only when she stands beside Jaime, grabbing his arm with one hand, placing her small head on his armored shoulder. A wall, there’s nothing else there but a wall; yet his eyes trace it intently, searching for something she can’t see.

“A wall?” Visenya asks brows furrowed with a small pout on her lips.

“It’s not just a wall, look.” Jaime runs his hand down the wall, pausing on one spot. He digs his fingers into it, grasping onto… something. Visenya watches with wide eyes as a portion of the wall slides open, revealing a small opening in the wall - large enough to fit a child and no more. “A crawlspace.”

“Why’d you show me this? I don’t need to hide?” Visenya asks, tilting her head to the side in confusion. She turns and looks at Jaime, her nose twitching slightly as she looks up at him.

“You will. The war isn’t going well, and if the city is attacked I need you to promise you’ll hide here?” Jaime pleads, speaking in a hushed tone, keeping the words hidden in her mother’s chamber.

“I don’t--” Visenya starts, but is cut off before she can argue further. 

“Promise me,” Jaime says again, his voice more pleading and desperate. It’s a funny sight thinking back on it with adult eyes and a jaded mine: the lion begging for something, throwing aside all pride and appearances of regalness. 

Visenya hesitates, watching him carefully for a moment, eyes too sharp for a child of five. 

“I promise.” 

Visenya slams her head against the dirt ground, trying to get the distant memories out of her head, hoping to force her body to stay awake and not succumb to sleep. Long, sharp, dirtied nails grab a hold of her shirt, pulling up her upper body. It snarls, lunging its face towards Visenya’s neck. 

Searing hot pain spreads through her body. Yet it doesn’t leave her on fire, instead, it’s numbing like ice. Momentarily, the pain it’s screech caused is soothed, only to return tenfold. It’s like a million daggers are stabbing into her body, over and over again, in the dead of winter. She begins convulsing, screaming, louder than before. 

“Well, if it isn’t little Visenya. Look at you, you’re not a child anymore, no, you’re fully grown, fighting Robb Stark’s little war,” Jaime Lannister says, sarcasm and mocking lacing every word. He lifts his dirt-caked face, looking up at Visenya with wide green eyes that somehow manage to still sparkle, even in all the filth that surrounds them. 

“Shut up. I didn’t come here to talk to you,” Visenya says, keeping her voice as cool and calm as the winter winds. Her voice is low as to not alert any nearby guards, allowing the heavy wind to obscure most of her words. 

“Really? Come to just see the spectacle then? See the state of the man who killed your grandfather and ruined your life?” Jaime spits, but he lacks any real venom. He’s like a lion, trying to make himself appear as large as possible in hopes of avoiding real conflict. Visenya ignores him, however, moving closer into his cell without fear. 

“Or maybe you want to laugh?” Jaime mutters, banging his head against the post he’s chained to 

Silence is his only response. Visenya moves further into his cell, holding something cold and metal in her hands that glints in the moonlight. Once she’s within arm's length from Jaime, she crouches onto the ground, purple meeting green. 

“Well come one, don’t leave--” Jaime begins, but promptly shut his mouth, tightly clenching his jaw with furrowed brows. 

Thud.

The metal chains fall to the ground, inches away from Jaime. His eyes follow the chains that no longer bound him, lines of confusion appearing on his forehead underneath the dirt and blood on it. 

“Thank you, for my life,” Visenya mutters. Jaime moves his gaze back to her, and in her glossy eyes, he softens his armor - if only for a moment. Visenya begins to shake, like a leaf in a storm, remembering the simpler times that she ran around The Red Keep like a wild animal, and when Jaime Lannister wasn’t enemy number one to her family. Then like the wind, Visenya turns, quickly disappearing into the night.

She tries to headbutt the creature again, but she can’t move her head far enough to attempt it.

‘Fire, use fire!’ Visenya yells at herself, willing the flames that usually dance under her skin to flare to life. But nothing happens. She closes her eyes, focusing harder this time, trying to replicate the feelings swirling in her mind when she argued with Geralt. Tries to reign in the adrenaline from the Cintran Betrothal Feast or even the anger and grief she was drowning in at Blaviken. 

Nothing, not even a flicker of heat. 

She lets out a cry of frustration as the alp continues to drain her of blood. The world becomes dark, eyes heavier than previously. She continues to shake, trying to fight off the beast, even when her limbs feel like dead weight. Moments later, everything begins to feel light, the pain and fear slowly slipping away until she feels nothing at all. Eventually, her eyes flutter closed, the world turning black.

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Undercover- Throne of Glass AU (8)

Um, this one is a shortened update, not even 2k words. Thats because I took some off an moved it into 9:) Ren and Connall’s ship name is now Renall. I might write content on these two in other AUs as well?

A/N: If you read Surprises, the chap will come but I messed it up and I’ve had to redo things. And I’ve also had a few issues at home but I’m promise to get it to you as soon as I can<3

Undercover Masterlist.

Full Masterlist.

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Gavriel, Vaughan and Rowan were walking through Hyde Park, coffees in hand. It was early morning, grass still covered in dew and their breath could be seen on the air. A few days ago, Aelin had told them that Arobynn had a few men who stayed in the area a lot and she needed people to come down to see if they could spot anyone, taking all of their findings back to her. Rowan had offered himself up for the job, along with Vaughan and Gavriel. The two of them had agreed but Gavriel knew it was just to get them alone, could see it in the way his Boss was very adamant that the three of them could do it. So here they were, silently walking, seeing absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

Rowan nodded towards an empty bench, gesturing that they should sit about twenty minutes into their walk. Rowan and Vaughan sat, but he chose to remain standing, facing them so they were covering all angles. The former was fiddling with the lid of his coffee cup, sighing when the latter turned and raised a brow at him. “Come on Ro, spit it out. You know something.” Vaughan just stared, waiting, and he felt himself go still when Rowan finally opened his fucking mouth.

“She’s Rhoe’s daughter.” Oh, for the ever loving fuck. Oh gods.

“Tell me you’re joking.” He whispered it, knowing what the answer would be, but he was terrified anyway.

“I’m not joking, Gav.” Rowan was looking at him, worry etched all over his face, but he didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do. This was all so unbelievably fucked up. Vaughan’s only sign of being shocked was the way his eyes widened just a fraction. Despite that, he was probably running over everything in his head, trying to figure out how he missed something so important. “Rhoe Galathynius, the man who led this gang before her, had a daughter. There is no information on her anywhere, absolutely nothing. But she was around what, nine or ten when he was killed, so her parents must have set something up in case the worst happened, making it look like she never even existed.” He felt sick. If he hadn’t left, if he hadn’t listened to Eliana, then maybe he could have done something, could have kept Aelin from Arobynn. Could have kept her safe.

But Eliana, his beloved Eliana had made him go, to keep him safe and their son, their Aedion. She had known who Gavriel was, why he was with them all of those years ago. It was his task back then to take down Rhoe and the whole organization, but she had shown him that they weren’t bad, not really. They were the ones trying to keep the city safe. Gavriel hadn’t meant to fall in love with her, but she was just so good, so pure and so fucking beautiful. He had left before it all went to shit, telling his bosses he was compromised, though Eliana would have never hurt him. He had walked away from the love of his love, his son. And now he was finding out he’d walked away from his niece. Which she was really, although Eliana and Aelin’s mother were cousins, they were sisters in all the ways that mattered. The realisation knocked the breath out of his lungs, his knees going weak, almost dropping to the ground before Vaughan was by his side, holding him steady. “Fuck Gav, what the hell is wrong?”

“She’s my niece.”

Rowan was confused; his tell was the way he scrunched his nose a little. “You fell in love with Eliana on that assignment we know, and she fell pregnant, but that doesn’t make Aelin your niece Gav.”

“It does because I married her.”

The sudden silence between them was deafening. He’d never told either of them this. Suddenly Rowan was glaring at him, slowly standing so that they were level with one another, face to face.

“I’m sorry; I thought you just said that you married her. This by the way would make you related to them, which would mean in the end, you’d go down with them.”

No going back now, the damage was already done. “I married her, Rowan. I took her last name and she had the marriage certificate. I didn’t think at the time and then everything happened...I didn’t think I’d ever be back here.”

“Fuck! Why have you never mentioned this before?!”

“I’ll always protect her, I’ll always protect them. Lia knew who I was, what I was there for. I told her once, that I’d leave it all behind, but she made me go, so that maybe one day I’d get to know my son. That they’d find me when the dust settled.” But it didn’t end that way. Rhoe, Evalin and his beloved were all gone and his son lost. It took him years to find Aedion and when he did, he was a coward, never approaching the boy, the man now, that he’d kept tucked close to his heart. Vaughan was now swearing, in multiple languages and Rowan was just staring at him, pine green eyes burning holes into his skull.

“One of them is going to piece together who you are eventually, Gav. Aelin asked how I hadn’t noticed how similar she and Aedion were. We need to start moving faster but I don’t know how to do that. They’re just so...” Rowan trailed off but he didn’t need to explain more. Gavriel understood perfectly, having been through this already. It was hard getting so close and going so deep undercover because the lines always blur one way or another.

You just have to figure out which side you’ll be on when it disappears completely, before it’s too late.

oOoOo

Aelin sat on the sofa in the living room, her legs tucked underneath her as she watched Lorcan, Elide, Manon, and Dorian play twister. She laughed as Lorcan, giant brute that he was, collapsed and began grumbling about how stupid the game was. “Oh come on, Lorcan. No need to be a sore loser.” Fenrys goaded him from his spot on the chair, bag of peanuts in hand. Lorcan simply flipped him off and Fenrys chuckled, throwing a peanut at his forehead. Manon had an unfair advantage, Aelin thought, considering how fucking flexible the woman was. She was somehow weaved in between Elide and Dorian and didn’t look bothered by the way she bent. Chaol flicked the spinner again, calling out a ‘right hand, blue’ just as Rowan, Gavriel and Vaughan walked in. All three men looked amused by the sight before settling themselves around the room. Vaughan moved towards Lorcan, still looking like a kicked puppy and Gavriel towards Fenrys, who frowned when the older man began stealing his snacks. Rowan however, he moved to sit beside her, a strong thigh pressed against her feet.

Aelin ignored the urge to press against him more and asked, “See anything interesting out there?”

Rowan shook his head, watching as the three idiots on the floor collapsed into a pile of limbs when Dorian moved wrong. “Nothing. It seemed oddly quiet though, I don’t know how to explain it.”

“We’ll just have to keep an eye out then.” All he did was nod. He seemed quite sullen and part of her desperately wanted to ask if he was alright but thought better of it. She still didn’t know what she felt about him and wanted to keep it between the two of them for now.

“Where’s Aedion?”

“Lys wanted to go shopping, again, and she took Asterin too. I made Aedion go so that he could keep an eye out.” Lysandra thought it would help Asterin feel better to get out of the house, to go and do something for herself. Manon had wanted to go with them but decided to let them be, to not overcrowd her friend. There was a rustling of plastic as the Twister mat was flattened again and Connall, Ren, Fenrys and Chaol started playing. Aelin didn’t miss the way when Gavriel called out ‘left foot, yellow’, Ren slipped just a little and brushed against Con, making the other man’s face flush. They stared at each other for a minute, abruptly looking away when the next move was called. Aelin let a little knowing smirk slip, just in time for Ren to catch her eyes. He had the balls to look at her dumbly, as if he hadn't a clue what he’d just been doing. They all forgot how attentive she was to things and thought they were being sneaky when they weren’t. She would be happy if they made a go of things, once they both stopped being idiots about it. Ren and Connall suited each other.

Yrene walked in from the kitchen with a small tray of food, murmuring gently to Rowan, Gav and Vaughan. It was now noon after all and they boys had been gone all morning. Vaughan walked to where she placed it on the coffee table, giving his thanks as he reached for one of the sandwiches. Yrene only smiled back at him and was just pulling herself back up to normal height when she let out a shocked, “Oh gods fuck.” Aelin stood instantly and Chaol abandoned the game, rushing to his wife’s side.

“Love, are you alright?” She nodded, one hand on her back and the other on her swollen belly. Everyone had stopped what they were doing now, all on alert as they watched.

“Yeah, yes, just fine. Uh, no need to panic.” Very reassuring. Aelin moved to stand in front of her, placing a hand on top of Yrene’s. The woman leaned back a little to look at her, wide eyes blinking a couple of times.

“My waters just broke.”

Oh gods fuck, indeed.

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Again, I’m sorry it’s short but this is how I wanted the chap to end soooo:) Give me a shout if you want to be added to the tags!!!

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