#I WEPT WRITING THIS CHUCKLES

[sarastuss]

THE ACHE, HERO ... IT THREATENS TO CONSUME YOU : but you can't afford that, can you? ( 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. ) the battle has left its' marks upon her fair skin, what a violent decoration. 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 caressing her lips, darkening those MIDNIGHT KISSED LIPS even more. ━━━━ breath in heavy, breath out heavy ... exhaustion knocks against her ribcage, but she never gives in. NOT WHEN SHE HAS STILL A BATTLE TO FINISH, ... there are few left, &. they rush towards her. 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, pointed &. ready to strike, gathering her strength to get up again ( &. again, &. again, &. again ... ) ━━━━ that is all until from behind her, she hears loud shots. the enemies stood still, as if frozen, until blood began to pour from their wounds. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 turns around, her battle worn features visible for him to detect. ... stunned gaze directed at him, 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙵 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙴.

@gunbash i swore to protect you.

FOR ONCE, IT IS THE HERO WHO IS RESCUED : she still doesn't know quite what to say, ... not when she looks into 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑'𝐒 eyes. she stays still, despite the lingering urgency. ( 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼? ) SHE HAD STAYED TO BE THE PROTECTOR, TO GRANT HIM AN ESCAPE, ━━━━ yet it was an offer he refused. he came back. a realization repeated more than twice within. ... it may be weak, but her lush lips still curve, 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐍 visible. ❝ i thought i told you to get to safety. ❞ but she is glad he returned for her, she feels warmth blossoming against her chest. ❝ thank you, ... for coming back for me. ❞ words echo ever genuine.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Warnings: Pregnancy, Thoughts of abortion, Graphic birth, smut, Somnophilia, and kidnapping. Poorly translated German and Korean, if you know either, you can correct me nicely, please.

(I was given permission by the one and only @diejager, that I can write something inspired by her series of stepdad! könig and dbf!Neighbor Horangi. If you haven't read them which I doubt, go check her out, this was a little longer than I wished but I think once you start reading, you'll like it.) fanart, not mine

Erotic sounds of smacking skin echoed within your bedroom. Horangi's rough burned-like tiger scars rub against your cheek as he groans into your shoulder, "너무꽉. (So tight)" He grunted, "Gonna be such a good mama." his cock plunged into your soaked depths with abandonness as you wept, your body and breast jerked, this wasn't right.

This shouldn't feel so good, you shouldn't love the feeling of your stepdad's best friend thrusting into you, shouldn't like the sight of said stepdad watching from the side of the room on your vanity chair and touching himself, pumping his cock to the rhythm of his best friend and your neighbor thrusts.

You shouldn't at all.

"I'll be such a good dad to our child," Horagni growled, drilling you into the soft texture of bedsheets, his curved bulbous head bullied your cervix, and your legs rested on his shoulders as he leaned back, his head thrown back and sheathed in glistening sweat. The sight of a beautiful man, of a beast above you rushed your climax.

"씨발! (Fuck!) That's it, baby! Cum on your Neighbor's cock." He groaned as fastened his pace. "Ja. Cum, unser wunderschönes Mädchen. (our beautiful girl.)" König cooed, his thick digits rubbing that bud of nerves as he sat down on your bed beside your head, his other hand continued to jerk off of his big, fulsome, and lengthy cock.

The pleasured symphony of your ecstasies wasn't held back, ropes of König's seed painted your skin, and shot after shot of Horangi's semen overflowed your womanhood.

"It is my turn." Your stepfather grinned and pushed his friend away from you once he had pulled out to leave you leaking but not for long who simply chuckled at könig's rare playfulness. Horangi placed his dick on your lips, his usual honey-brown was dark brown as he looked upon you with a dark kinda of lust "Suck."

You wake up a couple of hours later, body in such gyp it was like pins and needles. Groaning you sat up from your bed, the room was empty, bare of the monsters that used and obsessed over you, their cum dried on your thighs and the rest was clean of the evidence of what existed. The walk to the bathroom that linked to your room left you to the mercy of your own thoughts. The very notion of abortion was quickly shot down, it was obvious that they had wished for you to bear one of their children, and the number of times cum stuffed into you was uncountable, and the fact that birth control wasn't always reliable was its own tissue so truly what would stop them if you did get one? Even in secret, they would find out sooner or later more akin to sooner being who they were.

The brightest of the ceiling light ached to your eyes for but a second and the insulting sight of your forgotten pregnancy teat was a big fuck you to whatever was up there. Your freedom was truly gone, taken away forever, your feelings, and wants be damned.

After a relaxing bath, you dry yourself and your hair. Changed into clean clothes that consisted of some black shorts, and a loose black T-shirt and you went downstairs. Laughter came from the living room as you walked into your kitchen, the want to dig your feelings deep in your food was strong and the laughing of your mother irritated you to no end, how can she be happy with that monster of a man? You rolled your eyes and finished making your snack "Oh honey!" your mother called out with a lovesick smile as she hung onto könig's arm like a puppy wanting the attention of its owner. "Yes Ma?" you asked, hiding the venomous bitr you sure would come out. "I heard you got good news for me." She giggled as König kissed her neck and you could see Horangi roll his eyes, It was not so stable but like always your mother didn't notice. "Where did you hear this?" you had a hunch "König and Horangi did. So what is it?" she asked you sighed and looked down. "I'm pregnant." you muttered, half-hoping she'd wouldn't hear it. "What?!" she inquired "You're pregnant baby? Who's the father?" she got up from her seat on the long couch and rushed to you, resting her hands on your shoulders.

"I am." Horangi's deep, accented voice answered one of her questions "Your daughter and I have been seeing each other in private." he declared as he wrapped an arm around your hip and pulled you into his side. "Isn't this wonderful, ja? You're gonna be an Oma (grandmother)" König smirked as he hugged your mother from behind, a smirk he shared with his friend. "I guess." she trailed off yet smiled reassuringly "I'll be here for you my sweet baby" she announced and pulled you into her comforting embrace, which did little to help as you saw the wicked glint in the eyes of the men before you.

You heard of the horrors of morning sickness, from your mother and online alike. You were sure that it would be the same tale yet it was the opposite, the only symptom was extreme nausea when you smelled eggs or your favorite breakfast even then that hardly led to throwing up. You were luckily still able to attend college but you feared not for long as Horangi and König continued to reason with your mother why you should stay home.

It took them an entire month to do so. How? If the screaming of ecstasy and filthy-worded grunts from an Austrian voice in your mom's room were to go by you knew exactly how, unfortunately. Your first appointment was spent with the one that birthed you and luckily without the father, whoever that is before she left on a business trip leaving you to the wolves. König decided that Horangi would stay with you both until she came back, almost every day you wake up from either the feeling of a skilled tongue lapping your love juices or a heaviness on your tongue or the eye-rolling, toe-curling feeling of a thick appendage sparing you open.

Today you woke up to none of those but a smell that didn't make you want to vomit no, it was mouthing watering.

It's a craving you haven't gotten sick of and one you want every morning. You throw on a shirt and a pair of panties and rush downstairs. "Morning 여자 아기 (Baby girl)." Horangi greeted you, lifting a cup of pure, bitter black coffee to his lips, his eyes closed as he took a sip. "Mornin'." you greeted back and sat down on the dining table, boredly watching as he began to read the newspaper as you waited for your breakfast. "Ah, Liebling. There you are." König smirked playfully and sat down your plate of food which you wasted no time in scarfing down. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as The men chuckle at the sight "So cute." Horangi smiled. "Ja. She is." König agreed and grinned, watching you mutter under your breath about them, and took a bite of his breakfast.

You all ate in silence, a..peaceful silence. After you finished your second helping, you up away your dish and stretched, joints pop from sitting to long, your hand coming to rest on your three-month baby bump. "How's my baby?" könig uttered into your hair, his beefy arms around your middle, pulling into his sturdy chest. "Or mine!" Horangi called out from the linked dining room. "Fine," you replied loud enough for both to hear, your form tensing up before relaxing in your stepdad's embrace. This has been going on for a while, their softness, playfulness, and sweetness, a part of you acknowledged that this could be a ploy but the scared part, the part that wanted comfort and love overpowered that sense, you began to find comfort in their company, you felt...safe in their arms. König and Horangi had business to do with so you would be left alone for the day for once in the whole months you have been with child.

You sat in your craved indoor window seat, your book laid on your thighs. You tried and failed to distract yourself from all the new and old feelings. You just can't love them, they hurt you, used you, mean to you then they're loving, caring for your needs, and soft to you. You were so lost that nothing could help but sleep so that's just what you do.

You nervously tapped your fingers on the plastic armrest of the chair in the clinic as you impatiently waited to be called back. "Nervous?" your stepdad asked, grasping your hand in his large one, making your hand look like that of a kid. "Very." you chuckled humorlessly, and Horangi's hand grabbed your other hand. "It will be okay, we're here." His deep voice, sent a wave of comfort within, tooking a deep breath you calmed yourself.

"Ms. Schäfer?" the male nurse called out and looked up from his clipboard, he immediately took a small step back as the two men stood with you and walked to him. "M-ms. Schäfer and?" the poor nurse stuttered as his eyes shifted to the masked gigantic mammoth of a man and his smaller masked companion. "Boyfriend," Horangi spoke up before könig. "Stepfather," König answered not bothering to hide his amusement at the squirming male nurse. Sadist.

"Umm, right this way." the nurse hesitated to his back on two veterans and led you to the room where the doctor would see you. You glanced back at them with a small glare, knowing they intimidated the man on purpose, and sighed as they showed no remorse then again what did you expect? The walk was short, the nurse dipped the moment you entered since you were the last one in, and on top of that, you already began to show a little waddle in your step even just being four months along. With a little help from König you sat on the ultrasound bed as Horangi took the closer chair to your left, the doctor in question wasn't a minute late. "Good day! How are you today Ms. Schäfer?" Dr. Patel smiled, shutting the door behind behind him. "Good doc. curious about the gender of my baby." you smiled back, and shook his hand, completely missing the look that both the men you came with shared. "Well, we'll get right to that. If you'd be so kind as to lift your shirt," he said and busied himself with turning on the ultrasound equipment.

You yelped as the cold gal graced your belly, the noise instantly made Horangi and König tense, and their overprotectiveness almost an appearance. "Mr. Kim, would you turn the lights off?" The doctor requested, grabbing the transducer. Wordless Horangi got up from his seat beside König and turned off the lights. Suddenly the projector on the ceiling turned on and shined on the blank wall before you, a picture of black and white filled the wall soon after the transducer touched your baby bump and there was a baby...another baby across from the first.

"Congratulations Ms. Schäfer! You're having twin.." the Doctor trailed off "Boys!" he exclaimed as he turned off the machine and got up, "I'll go get the ultrasound pictures while you let everything sit in." Dr. Patel shut the door to giving you privacy.

The drive home was silent as well as the rest of the day, each one of you, stuck in your heads. In the weeks after Horangi and König were frequently busy, and each time you asked why they simply glared at you or scoffed and ignored you, it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

The loneliness didn't last longer, your mom was finally back. She barely got out of the car as you were waddling as fast as you could, you had no doubt you looked like a penguin running for its life. "Oh, Baby." your mother cooed as she hugged you, "You've gotten so big!" she smiled, "How's my grandbaby?" she asked as she walked with you to the steps of your house. "The boys are good." you smiled softly, waiting for the realization to show on her face. "Y-you're having twins?" She stuttered, coming to a stop in the doorframe, her eyes wide with shock. "Ja, two strong boys," König answered her, walking out of the kitchen and kissing her with a fiery kiss that he had saved for you, not anymore. You just walked away, they didn't seem to notice as they began to make out in front of you, forcing the painful ache down, and you decided to hide in your room to lick at your wounds.

The next few months were neither good nor bad, you and your mom collected, baby clothes, toys, and everything the twins would need or want. König continued his blunt affection for the woman who birthed you and Horangi has yet to come back around, seeming too busy to see his possible baby mama. Isn't this what you wanted right? To no longer deal with their abuse, their twisted sense of love, if that was what they called love yet it pained more than you thought, and you became envious of your mother, you missed könig kisses, his big body against yours, to feel all of him, and with Horangi it was no better. Were you truly to be a single mother?

You awoke from your nap, panting and in pain, as a puddle of wetness soaked your thighs and the sheets below. You throw off your blanket and scream, your water has broken, they are coming now. The door was ripped open by your mom, your stepdad right behind her, through the words they spoke sounded like you were underwater, and you suddenly hosted into König's arms as he walked out of the room and sat you down in the back seat. The last thing you saw before passing out, the pains of your contractions too much for you to handle as your mother on the phone with Horangi.

A sobbing scream pierced the delivery room as sweat covered your clammy skin. "Miss, Push!" the Doctor yelled above your screams. Gritting your teeth. you pushed and grabbed onto the railing bars beside you. "I can't." you sobbed, throwing your head onto the pillow behind you. "No, baby you can do it. Come on push." your mother moved your drenched hair off your forehead. "Push,애인. (sweetheart)" Horangi encouraged and took one of your hands and kissed it. Their support helped to give you the strength to continue, so you took a deep breath in and pushed once again. "That's it! He's crowning!" the doctor spoke, you groaned as you pushed with all you got. A numb relief spread through you as a small but strong cry of your baby boy echoed but the relief didn't last long as another contraction hit you. The doctor quickly handed your firstborn to the nurse to her right before getting back into position.

With a few more pushes your second-born was welcomed into the world.

"You did good, Liebe. (love)" König finally spoke since you all entered the room, his large hand resting beside yours on the bar. Too tired to reply, you instead gave him a tiny smile. "Ms. Schäfer, meet your first baby boy." Dr. Smith smiled and laid your baby on your chest. He was so.. beautiful, tears welded in the corner of your eyes, his hair was jet black, that stood up a bit from being dried of the liquids he was born into, his little eyes open a bit, enough to see the honey brown color, his soft skin was like yours, it was no doubt who's the father. "What's his name?" your mother asked, watching the scene with awe. "Baek-hyeon," Horangi spoke with proudness that you never heard, his glazed locked upon you and his son, love and happiness apparent in his brown eyes. You handed Beak-Hyeon to his father as you made space for his twin, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pen drop, the nurse laid him onto your chest, he was a bit more on the chubbier side than his brother...and his hair was a nice shade of ginger, his eyes a bright blue, he was the spitting image of your stepfather. A fearful daunting feeling lingered inside as you turned to your mother, no emotions were on her face, and no words were said as she rushed out of the room, König following her.

"What's his name?" a brave nurse softly asked. "Gunther."

Your mother didn't visit you after that, the only people who did was that of your baby daddies, mostly Horangi than könig. You were gonna get discharged and you feared what your home life would be like until your mother got you and the twins before the set date.

"Mom..I'm sorry. I-" you started once you all got into her car.

"Don't. I didn't believe you and I'm so sorry you suffered." She looked at you, regret and love in her eyes. "Thank you." you whispered and pulled her in a hug,"I forgive you."

"So where are we heading." you smiled softly as you pulled away. "A friend's house, one könig doesn't know about. I'm here now." she turned on the car and started the long journey there. The twins weren't that much of a hassle, eventually, you had to get in the back seat with them, feeding them wasn't hard since the nurses were a great help. The house was big, a three-story with four rooms and three bathrooms, you got the biggest guest room which you couldn't be more grateful for.

Life was great, or it was supposed to feel that way. You knew you should hate the men who took advantage of you, who bred you, who had abused you yet you couldn't find it in yourself too..you fell in love with them, you missed them, and It didn't help that their sons looked so much alike to them, it hurt to look at Baek-hyeon and Gunther despite this you loved them more than anything and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

Baek-hyeon was more vocal than his little brother, he smiled a cute gummy smile at anyone or anything with a pulse, and he adored being held. Gunther only smiled at you or his toys, he was a lot more attached to you and would get fussy if anyone but you tried to hold him, a true mama's boy. Your mother decided for you to file for custody over Horangj and König, and it seemed you were winning, you didn't want that but you had no say, she'd think you were crazy.

Moaning you stirred awake, a thickness pounded into your cunt, a familiar firm grip on your hips. You moan loudly as the person thrusted particularly hard "Wake up, Prinzessin." König's warm breath rolled across your skin, one of his hands grabbed your jaw and turned you to look into his pale blues. "König?" you asked still dazed of sleepiness. "That's right. Daddy's back." he cooed, rolling his hips, his wet pubes brushing against your rubbed raw clit. You moaned and pulled the giant into a kiss, all the feeling you felt toward him poured into it, and his kiss was just as passionate.

His thrusting never once stopped, his strong arms wrapped you into an embrace as he drove his cock deeper within your wet pussy. So lost in the pleasure that you almost didn't feel the bed drip and a hand weaves its way into your hair. "여자 아기.(babygirl)." Horangi groaned, "Missed you." he confessed and kissed you, his tongue swirling around yours, his lips dancing with your own, the kiss became hot, and messy, and drool slowly trailed down your locked lips. He pulled away, his sacred chest heaving as he wiped his chin clean of your shared saliva.

König grinned naughtily as he watched his stepdaughter and beat friend make out like it was just them, he couldn't have that. Taking your legs he held them flat against his broad chest and snapped his wide hips, hitting your cervix just right making your toes curl. "Fuck!" you cried out as könig did this a few more times, you moaned, whined, and mewled all night as the two ex-military men showed you how much the missed you.

You came to find out that the whole time they ignored you was because they were building a home for you and their sons.

Building a big, happy family.

[squirmhoney]

What about daemons daughter from rhea that was living in kings landing bc daemon abandoned her and at driftmark he tries to steal her away to go to dragonstone after she defended aemond and alicent but she runs away to kings landing and years later when they go to defend luke they walk into or hear her and aemond having sex and see that they have kids now and are married, daemon does something to anger her and aemond at the dinner where she wears green and sits next to aemond and maybe jace asks to dance with her and she has a look of disgust on her face constantly

A/N: I felt like these requests were super similar so I put them together. The only thing is I didn’t write everything that was suggested because it just got so long. I hope you’re happy with it. It’s Velaryon reader but still with a relationship with Daemon. Also I age up the characters so they can have so many children as I don’t think of them doing anything until they are 18. Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), squirting. angst. Just lots and lots of smut Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader (niece) x Aemond Targaryen Word count: 7.8k

Master List

In your Abandonment

Abandonment was something you had become accustomed to growing up. First you had been abandoned by your father, being the only other person that knew what truly happened that night on Driftmark. The second time was by the person that you considered to be your second father, as Daemon left you at Kings Landing on a trip he planned for the two of you. You weren't sure which one hurt more, each came so unexpected.

At least when Daemon tricked you into a trip to Kings Landing, he had the decency to look you in the eye when he left you there. Years away from your family gave you time to dwindle on the reason for them leaving you. The one moment that stuck vividly in your mind being the time you defended Aemond on Driftmark, distraught on how he had been mauled by your brothers. Your mother had glared at you, a scowl evident on her lips as she looked at you with pure disgust. That was the first time you had felt a horrible pain, feeling as if a dagger had been shoved into your back and each time something happened it was them twisting it again.

You loved them but over time with not being able to escape the four walls of your dim room in the red keep, you started to despise them. A bile rose to your throat every time you closed your eyes haunted by the memories that were your family. You wept for weeks in that room unable to escape the torment of their voices you heard in your head, feeling your skin crawl as if there very presence was still with you. You had sent letters in the first few months begging for your mother to take you back to Dragon Stone or for them to at least write back to you.

Eventually after not hearing from them within the first year, the mere thought of them became a distant memory.

In your pain you found solace in two people, your uncles.

Aemond was of course drawn to you. How could he not be after you defended him so valiantly when he lost his eye. But after the incident he lost all his confidence and struggled to even talk to you.

It was Aegon that had approached you first, seeing your sad frail figure in the gardens and finding himself stopping as he towered over your frame. He saw something of himself in you that day, or that's at least what you believed, two broken souls neglected by the people meant to love them most.

"A drink?" Aegon asked, swinging the bottle of wine he had stolen in front of your face.

You peered up from your book with your tear stained face and puffy cheeks as you shook your head.

"It helps," Aegon added, taking a swig from the bottle. "Well sometimes."

"I don't think the queen would appreciate me getting drunk with you uncle,"  you told him, speaking so timidly he almost didn't hear you.

"So formal, call me Aegon. We are practically the same age,"  he chuckled, taking a seat next to you. "What the queen doesn't know won't hurt her?"

"We are in the gardens, anyone could see us." You looked around, blushing at the indecent thought of drinking your sorrows away with Aegon.

"Well, we can go somewhere private." He wiggled his brows, taking your hand as he pulled you up.

Aegon found peace with you, enjoying your presence every time he felt the pressures of being the eldest son weighing on his shoulders. These times where you both escaped together, you found yourself finding some sort of enjoyment finally not being alone in the Red Keep.

It took Aemond a while to approach you, it only happening when he stumbled on you looking after Aegon in his drunken state.

You hadn't expected out of all the people in Kings Landing, Aemond to be the person that helped you drag Aegon to his rooms that night. While you had gotten tipsy that night, Aegon had got past the point of speech. Both you and Aemond having to drag him through the halls not saying a word to each other until you safely dropped Aegon into his rooms.

"Shall I escort you to your rooms?" Aemond asked, walking over to the door.

"I think I will stay and look after Aegon. I don't want him to choke on his vomit in his sleep," you told him, sitting next to Aegon's laid out body.

"Why are you so kind to him?" Aemond questioned, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

"Aegon has been there for me when no one has," you confessed, the alcohol making your lips loose. "I was alone and Aegon was a friend when no one else was."

"Well if you feel like having another friend, one that doesn't convince you to drown your sorrows but instead to talk about them, you know where to find me." Aemond's hand reached for the door, giving you a small smile as he turned to leave.

"Aemond." You made him halt in his tracks, looking up at him with the deepest sincerity. "Would you stay and be that friend now?"

Aemond nodded, walking back over to the chair opposite the bed. There you spoke, not about everything but finally you felt yourself able to open up about the pain that your family made you feel,  finally allowing it to free you in some sort of way.

You never knew when exactly it happened, maybe among the jealousy as the pair of boys fought over you, but you started to fall deeply for them. You confessed your feelings one night, after your name day celebrations. The suitors had been thrown on you, making you feel dizzy after all the dancing and chatter. When you finally escaped to your rooms with Aegon and Aemond, you realised there was no one else you wanted but them. The words spilled from your lips that night and both Aemond and Aegon reassured you with heated kisses and passionate touching as they took you to bed.

You married both of them a few nights later under the moon and the stars. Eventually you fell pregnant with your first child and you had to confess to everyone especially the Queen and King.

While the alliance between you and Aegon was a shock to Alicent's very core, she realised the advantages to it, not that she would ever admit that to you. She wasn't happy that you married the pair of them and did argue that you could only confess to one marriage to the public. Aemond never minded, he knew that he was in your heart constantly and beside you in your bed every night, who cares if people didn't know you were married. The suspicions were there anyway, the servants and knights seeing the way you clung to both of the princes.

You were happy, contended in life.

Until you saw a familiar face walking in the gardens of Kings Landing, one that you didn't think you see for a long time.

"Princess," Lord Vaemond greeted you, bowing slightly as he stopped.

You stood mouth parting as you found no words for a moment. "I'm so sorry Lord Vaemond, I had no idea you were here," you told him, eyes wide as you looked him up and down.

"I'm sorry that you have not been informed. I'm sure you'll be seeing your mother and brothers soon though," he told you, acting as if it was common knowledge.

Your stomach fell into knots as your face dropped slightly but you tried to cover it with a smile. "Important business I assume. I must get back to my husband, please do excuse me Lord Vaemond."

You were furious as you stormed the halls of the Red Keep, your guardsman trying to ask if you were okay but you just waved your hand at him unable to answer.

Once you reached your shared quarters, you were pointed into the direction of your daughters room by Ser Erryk. You nodded and gave him a quick smile before you stepped in. You were quiet as you closed the door behind you, noticing how Aegon read to Daenys, your daughter, a story. Her gentle snores relaxed you as you watched how Aegon pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before walking over to you.

He grinned widely taking your hand in his as he dragged you out of the room. Aegon could sense your tense body, he had seen all your emotions over the years and could tell how upset you were now. But he didn't dare question it in front of Daenys, not wanting to frighten her.

"My love," Aegon said, wide eyes looking at you with concern. "You seem unwell."

You yanked him into your shared rooms, slamming the door behind you to make sure you had privacy.

"Did you know?" You interrogated him, pushing against his chest with your fists. Your voice laced with venom and anger. "Did you?"

"Know what?" He asked, grabbing your wrists into his hands.

"That my mother is coming because of something with Lord Vaemond," you said, voice dropping at the thought.

Aegon could see the pain and sadness that still lingered there, body trembling and eyes brimmed with tears. "It might of been mentioned in one of the council meetings," Aegon confessed, trying to rack his mind back. "But you know how I don't listen to anything in there. If I had remembered, I would have warned you."

You pulled yourself away from him, shaking your head in disbelief. You felt that dagger back again, twisting it's way in your stomach now as you hauled yourself over a bucket. A sickening taste rose up your throat as you puked into the bucket, collapsing to your knees.

Aegon ran to your side as he stroked your back helping you get everything up. "This stress isn't good for the baby." He turned his head to the door voice shouting now as he called, "I need a Maestor, now."

The door barged open, Aemond sprinting in upon hearing Aegon's voice through the door.

"What is it? What's happened?" Aemond was quick to ask, running to your side.

"She heard her mother is coming and she's worked herself up over it," Aegon told him, still hovering over your frame with deep worry in his eyes.

It wasn't long before a Maestor came, prescribing you some herbal calming tea that could help with the sickness and stress. But he was quick to tell both Aemond and Aegon to get rid of the cause.

Not really much they could do when the cause was your mother.

Aemond slipped into bed beside you, hand resting over your bump as he tried to comfort you. "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you."

You tried to push him away, wanting to be angry with him in the moment. Anger was easier than sadness, the latter just reminded you that you still weren't over the years of abandonment you felt.

"My love," Aemond sighed, pulling your back to his chest. "It is not good for you to shut us out like this. It is okay to be mad at us but please do not bottle up your emotions."

"Talk to us," Aegon chimed in, sliding in in front of you. His hand reached out to cup your face, thumb rubbing against the skin of your cheek.

"You can't make me see them again," you stammered, tears pouring from your eyes as you looked between them. "I won't do it. I wanted to forget about them like they forgot about me. Here is my safe haven and there very presence threatens to destroy that."

Aemond's hand rubbed up and down your arm, trying to soothe your trembling body. "We won't force you to do anything. You can do things when you are ready or not at all."

"The queen will make me see her." You shook your head at the thought, feeling like you were that little girl pleading for her mother to take you back to Dragon Stone. "I just know it."

"I will talk to mother," Aemond said.

_

Each day passed, your nerves erratic as you practically kept to your rooms scared for the arrival. When you did venture outside your quarters, you'd find yourself jumping into empty closet rooms at the sound of someone walking down the hallway. Your personal guardsman had started to find you very amusing, sometimes even hiding with you not to alert whoever was walking down the hall.

Today it happened on your way to the gardens, hearing the voices of chuckles from the around the corner and you scampered into an empty room. Your personal guardsman caught off guard, didn't follow you this time but did wait outside the door until the coast was clear.

The door opened slightly, Aegon's head poking in with a wide grin.

"What are you doing?" He jested, stepping into the room.

"Hiding," you stated, leaning against some old book shelves. "Clearly."

Aegon poked his head out, pulling someone into the room with him. It was Aemond who was shaking his head with a smile that matched Aegon's as he noticed you.

"This isn't funny," you hissed at them, fingers rubbing at your temples.

"This is kind of funny," Aegon joked, closing the door behind him.

"What's not funny is the stress that you are causing yourself," Aemond said, tutting as he walked up to you. "You are constantly looking over your shoulder paranoid that they will be there."

Aegon's body pressed up against your back while Aemond pressed against your front, both trapping you between them.

"Let us take your mind else where," Aegon suggested, licking at your neck as he started to grope at your ass through your dress.

"In here?" You turned to look at Aegon, only for him to catch your lips with his in a heated kiss. You shifted around, facing Aegon.

"Yes in here," Aemond whispered, fingers undoing the laces of your dress. His mouth hovered over the skin of your neck, making the skin prickle in delight until he finally smothered it in kisses. He started to make a trail, licking and sucking as he peeled your dress off of you, making his way down your back.

As soon as your dress was pooling at your waist, Aegon attacked your breasts, firmly wrapping his lips around your nipple. He used his hand to play with your other tit, pinching at your nipple, massaging the skin of your tit. You whimpered at the feeling, head leaning back into Aemond's shoulder as you did.

Aemond covered your mouth with his own, licking his tongue into your mouth to find yours as he gripped onto the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

It was Aegon that ripped your dress completely off of you, getting frustrated with the material between your bodies. His fingers instantly dove to your cunt, coating his fingers in your slick as he slid it around. He found your clit, pinching it which had you gasping into Aemond's mouth.

"You're so wet for us," Aegon chuckled, fingers finally sliding against where you desperately needed him. He circled your clit, moving slowly as he got you worked up. "Brother, you really should feel how wet she is."

Aemond hummed, hand sliding down as his fingers grazed the skin of your ass before he placed it betweeen your thighs. His fingers prodded at your entrance, teasing you with them. "She is so very wet, so easy for me to slip in." That he did, fingers slipping into your spongy walls with ease as you moaned out at the feeling.

With both of boys working on your cunt, you weren't sure how much longer you'd hold out. Aegon's free hand grabbed the back of your face, yanking you towards him in a heated kiss. His forehead rested against yours when he pulled away, eyes dilated with a deep hunger as he stared at you.

"I want to look upon your face as you cum on our fingers," Aegon confessed, quickening his fingers as they worked against you.

You held Aegon's gaze, as you felt your walls flutter around Aemond's fingers. "Oh heavens," you cried out, cumming hard without warning. Your hand grabbed a hold of Aegon's shoulder, both their bodies holding up as you rode out your orgasm.

"That's it, angel." Aegon's hands slowed down as he brought you in for another kiss.

Aemond pulled his fingers out of you, giving you a soft slap to his ass. "I think she's ready."

Aegon peered at Aemond over your shoulder, snearing at him. "Maybe for you brother."

Aemond proceeded to ignore him, pushing you down by your back, lifting your hips up as he carried you over to a table. He had you kneeling on the table, perfect height as your ass pressed into his crotch. You arched your hips back into him, rubbing your cunt against him and leaving a wet patch on his trousers.

"Needy little thing aren't you," Aemond mocked, grabbing your ass cheeks with his hands. He parts them slightly bending down to lick a stripe against your cunt, humming in delight at the taste. "Tell me, what do you want from me, wife?"

"Fuck me, please," you pleaded, arching your ass back into his face. "I need you."

His hand slapped your ass, soothing it over with a kiss. You heard him undoing his trousers, his cock springing up and hitting your slit. He rubbed it up and down, eliciting a whimper from you as it prodded against your entrance.

"Please, Aemond." You looked back at him, sticking your bottom lip out as you pouted.

He shoved his cock in, letting out a guttural groan as your walls clenched around him. He rutted his hips into yours, using his grip on your ass cheeks to fuck into you.

You completely forgot your whereabouts, lewd moans escaping your mouth as you grinded your hips back into him. Your eyes squeezed shut, hand grabbing the end of the table to ground yourself, so overcome with pleasure you found yourself slipping into the seven heavens with the way you felt.

"I think she's going to come again," Aegon teased, coming to stand in front of you. He gripped your hair, turning your head to look at Aemond. "I want you to stare at Aemond while you cum. He needs to see how he makes you feel."

Aemond stared down at you, eyes completely blown out and his mouth agape as he groaned. His fingers grazed your back, moving around your front till he reached your cunt.

"Look at you so brain dead as my brother fucks you," Aegon taunted, rubbing himself over his trousers. "Just desperately waiting for release."

His words rung true, your mind blank as you whimpered.

"Cum for me," Aemond demanded, feeling how close you were.

You were brought to the edge, your core clenching hard around him as you you came, pulling his own orgasm from him. His pace became sloppy as he spilt into you, hot cum painting your walls. His pace slowed down, slipping out of you as his cum dripped out of your cunt.

"Finished already, brother," Aegon chuckled, pushing his brother away to get behind you.

Aemond punched him on his shoulder to shut him up, having Aegon hiss as he massaged the sore spot on his chest. Aemond just rolled his eyes at his older brother, moving to the side of the room.

Aegon flipped your body over, back on the table so you could look up at him. He pulled you up, chest to chest as he kissed you. "By the time I'm done with you, dear wife, I would have fucked another babe into you."

You giggled, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. "That's not possible if I'm already pregnant."

He nestled his head into the side of your neck, sucking and nibbling on your throat. "You'll see what I mean," he whispered against your skin.

Aegon grabbed his cock, only yanking down his trousers slightly, his thick cock resting against your slit.  He rested his forehead against yours as his arm wrapped around your back, supporting you.

"Put it in for me," Aegon directed, guiding your hand towards his cock. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him towards you as you centred his cock at your entrance. You moaned together as he slid in, feeling full again as your walls hugged him. "Gods, that's my good wife."

He gently placed you down back against the table, hovering over you as he did. He kissed you roughly, pressing himself deeper into you as he started to fuck you at an agonisingly slow pace. He lifted himself, breaking away from your lips as he watched your tits with a wide grin.

Your tits bounced for him as he fucked into you hard, making sure to come all the way out and back in. You were gasping, grabbing onto his hand as you gripped it tightly.

"Faster please," you begged, not being able to take the slowness anymore.

"I like it when you beg." Aegon leaned down, his lips turning up into a mischievous grin. "Do it again."

"Please, Aegon. I want it so badly," you pleaded desperately, holding onto his arms.

His hips started to pound into you ruthlessly, moaning into your lips as he rested on top of you. You were so lost in him, consumed by him as you started moaning obscenities from your lips.

Suddenly, the door opened, familiar voices pouring into the room. Your head snapped round to look, trying to wriggle free as you caught sight of your mother stood there.

Rhaneyera's mouth hung up, staring at the pair of you with utter shock. Next to her was Daemon, a scowl on his lips.

Aegon didn't stop his movements, holding you down with the weight of his body as he stared at Rhaneyera. "Sister," he chuckled, kissing the side of your face as she glared at the pair of you.

Aemond stood in front of the pair of you, pushing his way out and closing the door behind him. "We must not disturb the married couple," he said, the smirk evident in his cheery tone.

"Aegon." You looked up at him, wide eyes with panic. "Stop-" the sound of swords being drawn was heard "-stop now."

He peeled himself off of you, groaning as he quickly pulled his trousers up. You followed him scampering to get your dress back on, not bothering with the laces as you held it close to your body.

Aegon yanked the door open, covering your body with his as he stepped out.

The guards were stood between Aemond and Daemon, both with swords out ready to fight. Luckily Alicent stormed round the corner, the Queen stopping the commotion immediately.

"What is going on?" Alicent asked, standing by the side of Aemond.

"Your son defiles my child, that's what is going on," Rhaneyera shouted, gesturing to you and Aegon at the door.

"Children please return to your chambers," Alicent ordered, eyes following you all as you walked away. "It seems I need to catch up our guests on some matters."

_

Your heart was pounding out of your chest once you returned to your rooms, falling onto the bed in a heap. Aegon joined you, ripping away at your clothes that were still not tied up. He was still hard as he pressed himself against you, easily slipping in to your core as he pushed himself into you.

"Aegon, really," you gasped, hips arching into him. "After all that just happened."

"I still need to cum," he told you, pounding his hips into yours. "Besides I think if me and Aemond kept fucking you, keeping you so docile like this, there would be no second for you to have to worry."

You couldn't help it as your lips turned up into a smile, his words amusing you. "I like that idea."

He pushed your legs, wrapping them around his shoulders to reach a deep angle, laughing menacingly as you moaned beneath him. Tears brimmed your eyes as he carried on fucking you, not knowing if you could handle the feeling anymore.

Within seconds you were cumming, your core pulsating around Aegon's cock. His lips hovered on top of yours, moans escaped both of your mouths as he came on top of you, filling you to the very brim. He held you there, not sliding out as he collapsed onto you. Both of you tried to catch your breath as you looked at each other.

"I forgot how good your cunt feels when you cum," Aegon hummed, unwrapping your legs to allow you comfort. "You could make any man cum within seconds with that cunt."

"My love," Aemond's voice called to you, sat on the other side of the room. He looked up at the pair of you and looked back down as he noticed Aegon's ass. "Brother, would you mind moving so I could look at Y/N?"

Aegon sighed, thinking for a second as he looked down at you. He moved, pulling you with him as he flipped your positions, still staying buried deep inside you. You sat up to look at Aemond, grinning widely as you clenched your walls around Aegon's cock making him groan.

Aemond stood up, striding over to you in long steps. He cupped your face with his hand as he reached you, giving you a gentle smile as his thumb brushed over your lips. "I'm going to go check on the little ones and then to training if that's okay with you? Aegon can keep your mind off of things in here." He pressed a soft kiss to your lips as you nodded.

Of course, Aegon had to steal the moment pressing his hips up to elicit a moan from you.

"Of course, my husband," you said, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

Unfortunately, Aegon wasn't having any of it as he repeated his actions laughing as you broke the kiss to whimper in Aemond's mouth. Aemond glared down at him, shaking his head.

"Sorry, brother but you know you could always stay and join us," Aegon jested, fingers grazing the skin of your stomach.

"Childish," Aemond retorted, giving you a sweet smile as he walked off.

You turned to Aegon, slapping his chest as you scolded him. "Be kind to your brother."

The door closed behind Aemond, leaving you and Aegon alone.

"I was just trying to entice him," Aegon stated, rocking his hips up into yours. "I know how you like it when we both take turns fucking you. But you know I love it when I get you to myself."

"That you do." You smirked, biting down on your lip.

His hands gripped on your thighs, helping you go faster as you started to ride him. He stared admiringly at your tits as they bounced up and down for him. "Gods, you are so fucking beautiful."

_

Aegon loved reading to his daughter at night or even listening as you or Aemond did it. Pampering your children in love felt like it made up for the years of neglect he felt himself growing up. He also found he wasn't as great with babies and he didn't like to hold your son, Aenar, much, scared to not hold his head up right.

That's what Aemond was good for, cradling Aenar till he fell asleep. From the crib, Aegon could watch, cooing at him as he brushed a finger gently down his face.

"Brother," Aemond called from the door, stepping in to the room.

Aegon placed his forefinger on his lips as he hushed Aemond, closing the book he had been reading in his lap. He places a fallen strand of hair behind Daenys' ear and a gentle kiss to her cheek before he strides over to his brother.

"How is Y/N?" Aemond asked, opening the door for his brother.

"I must say I definitely exhausted her," Aegon said, very proud of himself. "She's knocked out."

They both walked together into your shared chambers, Aegon taking a seat by the table while Aemond made his way to the bed. You were curled up into the bed, gentle snores filling the room as Aemond approached you.

Aemond stared down at you, a frown sat on his lips as his fingers played with your curls. "She's going to hate me tomorrow."

"Why is that?" Aegon questioned, pouring two glasses of wine.

"Because mother wants us to show a family united tomorrow." Aemond shook his head. "Our older sister has also requested to see her daughter and grandchildren tomorrow. Apparently the king has approved it and there really isn't anything I could argue to get it stopped."

"Fuck." Aegon handed his brother a cup of wine.

"I was hoping she could just rest here." Aemond took a sip of the wine, turning to look at his brother now. His eyebrows furrowed, taking in the sight of what Aegon was wearing. "Is that Y/N's night gown?"

Aegon looked down at the gown and nodded. "It's super comfortable brother." He grinned striding over to the bed on the other side of you. "You should try it sometime."

"Aemond," you whispered, eyes fluttering open to your husbands' voices. You shifted your body, turning to him as you reached out your hand. "Come to bed, my love."

Aemond stripped himself of him clothes while Aegon slipped in behind you. Aemond pulled you onto his chest as he got in the bed, letting his finger trail over your stomach. Your hand reached back, pulling Aegon closer to your back as he wrapped his arms around your body.

Within moments you'd fall asleep like that, content in each others arms.

_

You were woken the next morning to kisses being pressed to your face as a hand snaked it's way between your legs. You were still so sensitive from your antics with Aegon that you hissed when two fingers rubbed against your clit. Your thighs instinctively snapping shut on someone's arm, looking down to notice Aemond between your legs.

"My love, it is so early." You said, opening your legs slightly to allow him entrance.

"I know but unfortunately today we all need to be up early," Aemond said, in his croaky morning voice. His breath fanned across your cunt making you hiss at the sensation.

"Why?" You asked, sitting yourself up on your pillows.

"I hoped to tell you after I brought you to pleasure," he said, cutting you off from saying more as his tongue reached for your cunt. He lapped at your folds, licking up the juices that rested there.

Of course you were wet already, having Aegon prodding his cock against your side all night left you like this.

He sucked on your clit, holding your hips down as you tried to grind on his face. You whined at his slow pace, your stomach already tingling from how over sensitive it was.

Aegon woke next to you, eyes peering to see what was going on before turning over for more sleep. You laughed at his reaction, shaking your head as you looked down at Aemond who was grinning against you.

You moaned as his tongue worked faster against you, arching your back slightly as you found yourself coming close to the edge. His hands reached up to your tits, pinching your nipples with his fingers. Within seconds your thighs squeezed around him, pleasure washing over you in a rush as you cried out to him. You were seeing stars as you gripped onto the sheets, feeling like you were about to black out.

Eventually you opened your eyes again, wincing when Aemond brought you a soft towel to clean you up. He was gazing down at you with a smile that was wavering as he opened his mouth to speak.

"I have to see my family, don't I?" You asked, face sinking at the thought.

Aemond nodded, sighing deeply as he moved to pick you up on. He lifted you up off the bed pulling you into him as he shifted positions, having you sit on his lap. You hid your face in his shoulder, tears escaping your eyes as you held him close to you.

"I'm sorry," Aemond whispered, fingers dancing up and down your back. "We all have to go to the throne room today but you won't have to speak to anyone there. However, Rhaneyera has demanded to see you and our children afterwards  and she went to father which of course he agreed to."

You felt another hand rub your thigh, realising Aegon must of got up due to your crying.

"I will be with you the whole time," Aegon said, trying to reassure you. "And Aemond will be standing just outside the door."

You lifted your head up slightly to look at them.

"Anyway you are a dragon, my love," Aemond told you, wiping the tears from your cheeks. "You have the strength of a dragon and courage. Do not let them make you feel any less than them because you are more than all of them combined."

_

Aemond's word stuck with you through the morning and while at first you felt as if you were going to puke from nerves as you walked through the halls, your stomach settled as you realised they could do you no actual harm.

You held onto Aegon's side in the throne room, eyes glaring over to the other side as you noticed your family. A part of you grew sad at how much your brothers had grown of the years, you barely recognised them. But even that thought turned sour, reminding yourself how that opportunity to grow up with your siblings had been ripped away from you.

As you glared at Daemon and Rhaneyera on the other side of the room, your heart filled with anger and hatred, for all the pain they had caused you over the years.

You were quick to return to your quarters after Daemon swung his sword through Vaemond, leaving your stomach in wretches as you almost hurled on the floor. You gathered your strength up in your chambers but still your skin crawled as you waited for your mother.

It wasn't until the afternoon that your mother arrived, your guardsman opening the door to let her in. The silence lingered in the air for a while as the servants poured you wine and plated food on the table.

Daenys toddled over to Rhaneyera, poking at the end of her dress. Your mother gleamed at her, leaning down towards her.

"And who you might be?" Rhaneyera asked, reaching out to stroke her hair.

You were quick to pull Daenys away, placing her on your hip as you gave a tight lipped smile to your mother. "This is Daenys," you introduced, stroking your daughters hair. "Named after the dreamer that-"

"Saved us from the doom of Valyria," Rhaneyera finished, hand stroking against your face. "I'm guessing you named your son Aenar as well after her father." You nodded. "You were always fond of the stories of old Valyria as a child."

"If it wasn't for that dream, none of us would be standing where we are today." Your eyes welled with tears at your mother's soft touch.

A hand pressed to your shoulder and your attention was brought to Aegon. He wrapped an arm protectively around your back as he smiled down at you. "My love, shall we sit."

Rhaneyera retreated a hand from you, scowling at Aegon now. "May I speak to my daughter alone?"

You looked up at Aegon who was opening his mouth with a smirk evident on his lips.

"Husband." You cut him off, handing Daenys over to him. "Please take the children, I will talk with my mother alone."

"Are you sure?" Aegon asked you, eyes wide with concern.

You smiled up at him, nodding. Aegon pressed a long kiss to your forehead. As he turned to his sister staring, he reached down to your lips giving you a heated kiss. He stared at his sister as he slowly broke the kiss and finally departed the room.

Rhaneyera reached out grabbing your hands as she looked at you with fear in her eyes. "Return with me to Dragonstone," she whispered, pulling your hands up to her chest. "You'll be safe there from my brothers, I assure you that."

You furrowed your brows and laughed, confused at her reaction. It took you a second to realise what she meant by it.

"I chose to marry Aegon and Aemond," you told her, ripping your hands from her. "It was me that confessed my love to them first and it was me that convinced them to marry me."

"Why?" Rhaneyera asked, squinting her eyes at you.

"Because I love them."

"Why?"

"Because they've been there for me when no one else has," you shouted defensively, stepping away from your mother. "Because when I was alone here and lost, they comforted me through it all. Through all the pain and sadness."

"This can't be," she protested, holding onto a chair for support. "They turned you against me and married you to Aegon so they could-"

"No." You pointed your finger at her, shaking your head. Tears brimmed at you eyes as you tried to ignore the lump in your throat, swallowing it down. "The only person that turned me against you, was you. You when you conspired with your husband to leave me here. You when you ignored every single letter I sent begging you to take me back to Dragon Stone."

You brought your hand to your mouth trying to hold yourself together.

Rhaneyera just stared at you completely speechless.

"Aegon comforted me on nights when I would lie sobbing in my beds. He'd tell me jokes and take my mind off of the pain I was feeling," you confessed, hands reaching over your swelling stomach. "Aemond listened to me when I needed someone to talk to, reassuring me it wasn't my fault you abandoned me. That it wasn't something I did."

"I'm sorry." Rhaneyera stepped closer to you to reach out to you. "I am truly-"

"Get out," you shouted, flinching away from her. "You have seen me and my children but I do not need your apologies or an explanation for why you did what you did. I made my peace with it and I am happy here. This is my home now, Aegon and Aemond are my home."

"I see," Rhaneyera said, walking towards the door. She looked back at you for a second, a shared look of pain in your eyes as you stared at each other.

But you turned away, looking anywhere but her.

_

Dinner was no better than you thought it could be. Every time your name was mentioned or a comment was thrown your way, one of your husbands would defend you mercilessly. A wide grin spread on your face at how they protected you at all costs. Luckily you missed the commotion, returning to your chambers once the king had been sent to bed.

When you reached your quarters, you helped put your children to bed, hoping that they didn't feel you had neglected them after the last few nights. But Daenys smiled at your presence, curling up to you as you told her a story.

Then you returned to your own chambers, hoping it wouldn't be long before your husbands were back. Your servants undressed you helping you into the thin night dress you picked out. A dress that was practically see through in the candle light.

You sat on the bed, waiting for your husbands to return.

Both of them stormed in together, smirks on their faces as they stepped in. They were both laughing together, something you hardly ever saw.

"Husbands," you called, directing the attention towards you. "You seem to be very happy, should I be concerned?"

Aemond was first one to greet you, yanking your body towards him as he gripped the sides of your face. He gave you a searing kiss, mouth practically sucking yours.

"Let's just say we defended you gallantly against your family," Aegon boasted, heading straight for the wine on the table.

Aemond wasn't letting up as he pressed you down into the bed, hands grabbing at any part of your body he could get to. "I need you," Aemond told you, parting your legs so he could push his hard on against you.

"Take me," you directed him, helping him out of his clothes. "I want to show you both how proud you've made me tonight."

With your help, Aemond's clothes were peeled off in moments and your night gown was ripped apart in his hands. He held your thighs down to the bed as he climbed above you, cock prodding against your entrance. Without warning he shoved it in, making you gasp in delight as he bottomed out. Within seconds he was pounding into you furiously, not caring that he hadn't prepared you like he normally did.

"Aemond," you whimpered, your cunt squeezing him for dear life.

"I'm not going to last long," Aemond grunted, head resting against yours to look at you. His hips snapped into you like never before, pushing you to something you never felt before. "Gods, this cunt is gripping me so fucking much."

His cock was hitting a certain spot inside you, making you unable to speak as only whines and whimpers fell off your tongue. You felt something overtake you as your pussy clenched around him, a sensation you had never felt before as you squirted on his dick. It sent him over the edge, his cock squirting inside of you, filling you to the very brim.

Aemond collapsed on top of you, nestling his head in the crook of your neck as he relaxed.

"What was that?" You asked, not knowing what had just came out of your body.

"I don't know," Aemond said, kissing your neck. "But I liked it. Maybe we should make you do it again."

You giggled, wrapping your legs around him instinctively.

"Do what again?" Aegon questioned, peering around the bed to look at you both. He already stripped down most of his clothes, only his night pants.

"Just our wife's spectacular cunt draining me of my cum," Aemond jested, rubbing his cock up and down your folds.

"Time to move, brother." Aegon tried to push him but Aemond slapped his hand away.

"You had her all of yesterday, I think you can allow me to have her the rest of the night."

"You were more than welcome to join yesterday but you didn't so-"

"Would you both stop," you laughed, pushing Aemond up slightly. "You can share." You crawled to the end of the bed, forefinger motioning for Aegon to come to you. "Come here."

Aegon pressed his lips onto yours as you felt Aemond start to toy with your ass. You broke your kiss, biting down on your bottom lip as you looked up at Aegon seductively. You positioned yourself, back arching with your ass stuck out for Aemond and your head at the end of the bed as your hands reached out to Aegon.

"Now let me show you how proud I am of you," you whispered, pulling Aegon's cock out of his trousers.

Your licked at his head, tasting the salty pre cum there as you hummed in delight. You opened your mouth, taking him in as you started to suck on him, hand stroking the parts you couldn't manage.

Aemond positioned himself behind you, sliding into you again. The pleasure of his cock pushing into you had you moaning around Aegon's cock. Aegon moaned at the sensation, your mouth now vibrating around him.

Each time you needed breath, you'd pull away an attachment of saliva from Aegon's cock connecting to your lips. Aegon's hand gripped onto your hair for support, almost taking over as you took more of him.

"Fuck, Y/N," Aegon hissed, staring down at you completely entranced by the way you looked.

Aemond started to hit into you faster, hand reaching down between you as his fingers found your clit. He circled your sensitive nub, knowing how you'd moan out, practically screaming around Aegon's cock.

You grabbed onto Aegon's hips, taking him fully down your throat. You gagged every so slightly but never let up, allowing him to fuck your face as he thrusted himself in there.

With the feeling of your moans and the wetness of your mouth, Aegon came undone easily. His cum hitting the back of your throat as he spilt his load in your mouth. He pulled out, allowing you breath for the first time as cum dripped from your lips. He reached down using his hand to clean up your face, only to have you suck the remaining bits off of his fingers as you stared at him.

"With the way you're acting, I am going to get hard again," he admitted, pressing a soft peck to your lips.

Aemond quickened his pace, cock hitting into you unforgivingly. You were a wreck, eyes falling closed as you came undone. This time you weren't sure you could hold up, practically collapsing on the bed as Aemond held your hips up. It wasn't long before he came, his cum leaking from your hole when he pulled out.

You were exhausted, thinking you could last long. At last yesterdays antics caught up with you and you found yourself barely able to move.

Aemond pulled you up as Aegon peeled the covers up. Both of them together helped you get into bed as they slipped in beside you. Before they could say anything, you were asleep curled up in your favourite position.

And for a moment Aegon and Aemond shared a knowing look with each other, completely happy in their bliss with you. Both of them cuddling into you as they fell asleep beside you, finding solace in your warmth.

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Hello!! All good?

I would like to know if you could write something for Rhysand, something where the reader is needy and very clingy with Rhys, like, she wants to stay on his lap, always holding hands, and the reader even goes to sleep on Rhys' chest when he was everyone in the inner circle together? Rhys even has to walk around with the reader clinging to him, but obviously Rhys is cool with that, so maybe Cass says something about the reader because she's clingy and Rhys defends her??

Super cute!!!

Hold me.

Rhysand x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; Mentions of trauma, swearing and violence.

Hope this is what you had in mind. I've been enjoying your requests way too much. I had a rough week, and it ruined my whole mood and affected my writing so I'm sorry if you don't like it.

You used to be a very independent female, you always bickered with your mate Rhys over his overprotective character, you would spend hours explaining to him that you need some space to breathe and him shouting that he just wants to keep you safe. That was until he got trapped under the mountain, you yearned for him, and guilt burned in your blood, you couldn’t understand why you kept pushing him away. Then he came back and the trauma of losing him changed you completely, you couldn’t stand being away from him even for a minute, and even if you were in the same room, you would panic if you weren’t touching him. Rhys was enjoying your new clingy self way too much. Wherever he was sitting you would crawl on his lap, when you had dinner, you would sit next to him holding his hand and during the night you would climb on him and sleep, covering him like a blanket.

You were hanging with your family at the house of wind, Nesta and Feyre were bickering about something, Amren was watching them with a smirk on her face and Mor, Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand were lost deep into conversation about the court of nightmares. You were sitting on your mate’s lap, resting your head on his shoulder as you watched everything that was happening around. Rhys was playing with your fingers as he talked. You felt safe in his arms, his warmth and the beating of his heart making you feel sleepy and before you knew it your eyes closed, and you got lost in the darkness.

“I can fly there faster than you can winnow” Cassian boomed, and Mor snorted.

Rhysand stiffened and glared at his brother.

“Keep it down, y/n is sleeping” he hissed and his grip around you hardened.

Cassian frowned but didn’t say anything. Everyone watched with soft smiles on their faces as Rhysand got up with you in his arms and walked to the balcony nodding at them goodbye. He winnowed home and carried you to your shared room, after he removed your clothes and his own, he laid on the bed and placed you on top of him, sighing at the feeling and caressing your back. He fell asleep with a smile.

Morning came and you woke up crying. You had a nightmare of losing him again. He held you in his arms while you wept, kissing your head and murmuring sweet promises about never leaving you again. You spent the whole day clinging onto him like your life depended on it and whined when you had to get ready for dinner at the house of wind. Your whines broke Rhysand’s heart and he followed you around as you got ready, his hand never leaving yours.

“Winnow or fly?” he asked.

You thought about it for a bit and grinned as you said “Fly”.

He had already summoned his wings since he knew you would choose flying, you wouldn’t miss the opportunity to be in his arms.

When you landed on the balcony, he tried to place you on your feet, but you quickly manoeuvred yourself and wrapped your legs around his waist, nesting your face in his neck. He chuckled and his one hand moved beneath your bottom, he gave your butt a squeeze making you yelp, and his other hand went to your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“Are you comfortable pretty girl?” he asked and left a soft kiss on your head. You hummed and he smiled.

He walked inside and you heard Azriel chuckling.

“Look at her” he exclaimed “so cute” and with that he came and ruffled your hair making you giggle.

Rhysand quickly turned his back on Azriel muttering “mine” for only you to hear.

“Yours” you breathed and hugged him harder.

You spent the whole evening on Rhysand’s lap, peaking your head from his neck only when you wanted to participate in the conversation.

“So, I was thinking about going to Rita’s, it’s been a while since the three of us spent some time together” Cassian spoke and pointed to Azriel and Rhysand. Then his eyes fell on you, and he sighed “If dear y/n decides to stop acting like a baby of course”

You froze, your eyes filled with tears, and you got up, you moved so fast that Rhysand didn’t have time to grab you.

You mumbled “sorry” and ran out, jumping off the balcony and winnowing to the river house.

You slipped into bed and cried. You were so lost in your own trauma that you didn’t think if Rhys was okay with you clinging onto him. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that until your mate’s warmth filled your body and his arms wrapped around you.

“Don’t cry sweetheart, Cassian is an asshole” he murmured in your hair.

“He is right though I’ve been unbearable since you came back” you sniffled.

“No, you haven’t. I’ve been enjoying every second of it so much that I don’t think I will be able to live without you in my arms. Please don’t stop” his voice was breaking.

“But...”

“Shh” he cut you off and you felt the familiar talons caressing the shield around your mind. You let him in, and he planted his last memory there for you to see.

You saw yourself jumping off the balcony and then the gaze turned to Cassian, and a low growl left Rhysand. You felt his fury and the dark power that flowed from him into the room.

“What the fuck was that?” Rhysand yelled and moved closer to Cassian, he grabbed the collar of the general’s shirt and pushed him against the nearby wall. Cassian paled as he watched his brother’s fury.

“Did you even stop to think for a second before this bullshit left your mouth?” Rhysand snarled, his voice lethal and filled with painful promises.

“The female you just offended lost her mate, she had to spend 50 years of her life alone, worrying about her mate’s life… and when she finally got him back, she is considered clingy because she’s afraid of losing him again?” He pushed Cassian harder against the wall. You could feel his hands trembling as he used most of his power to keep himself from punching the warlord.

“Rhys I’m sorry I was just having a rough day, I didn’t mean it” Cassian’s voice was sincere, and you believed him, you knew he loved you and he would do anything to protect you.

“Tomorrow you will come at the river house, and you will apologize to her” Rhysand said and let go of him.

He stepped out of your head and tapped on your shield, you lifted it again and turned to look at him.

“Please don’t stop yearning for my touch.” He whispered.

“I don’t think that I’ll survive without you holding me” you whispered back and rested your forehead against his own.

Requests are open!

[meaningofaeons]

Hello! Have you played the latest part of the xianzhou quest? If not ignore this ask lmao.

If yes, holy shi the potential for hurt comfort in the scenes of the final battle against phentylia??

I wanted to ask if you could write a hurt/comfort fic jing yuan x reader, where reader is in the battle and sees all the shit go down and is quite shaken.

Thanks!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ at the end of immortality

⊹ character(s) - jing yuan ⊹ word count - 829 ⊹ notes - SPOILERS FOR 1.2 TRAILBLAZE MISSION !!!, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, reader is like jing yuan's right-hand in battle and in the seat of divine foresight/implied to be a guard of some sort to him, reader and jing yuan are not together but they're both pining hard, a bit angsty but still comfort, not edited sorry

hi anon omg. this ask got me giggling kicking my feet like YES... thank you for requesting!! (＾º◡º＾❁) (also im so sorry I made this a little more angsty than I expected to wtf!!!!)

You were mad. Furious, even.

Jing Yuan could tell without even beholding your expression that you were positively seething with rage.

Towards him.

He dare not say a word about your current state to your face, though. Not when you silently draped new bandages over his wounds, and not when your hands lingered just a bit longer than they should've.

Not when he could feel the near-imperceptible tremble of your fingertips as you carefully nursed him back to health, treating him like a precious ornament that may break at the slightest touch.

"...How bad is it?"

The General's hoarse voice cut the silence like Dan Heng's spear had cut right through his torso.

Your mind flashed back to the scene, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

"General!"

Jing Yuan fell through the air as Phantylia's grip faltered at last. He wasn't a Void Ranger, but...

Seeing the spear of the Vidyadhara High Elder pierce him had just about sent the same level of fear shooting through you. As though the weapon had pierced your chest, instead.

"Y/N, wait!"

"Imbibitor Lunae, what did you—?!"

Your fury came off in waves, your distress even more palpable. The aforementioned Vidyadhara—no, Dan Heng—approached you with the General in his arms, handing him off with little resistance as you helped the man to a stand.

He was still alive. You could've wept. He was still alive.

But he wasn't okay.

"I told you to stay back," you whispered, forcing your hands to still as you finished patching up his wound. They brushed over the space where Dan Heng's spear hit, and you winced at Jing Yuan's flinch.

At his slight chuckle, you worried he might come up with some witty quip that would undoubtedly enrage you into pounding your fist against his wounded back.

Instead, he only turned to gaze at you, golden eyes smoldering.

"You know I couldn't do that."

As angry as you were, you did know.

But still...

What use is a guard if their charge is always the one at the front lines?

As the General of the Xianzhou Luofu... what could you even do for such a brilliant man?

"If it had been you up there, I may have died in my worry. I'm not getting any younger, my dear."

"And neither am I. Do you have no care for the pain you put my heart through?"

Your words were far from proper, your actions even less so as you rested your weary head on the General's shoulder. He seemed to lack any concern for his own propriety, his hand reaching up to grasp your own, his rough thumb brushing your fingertips with a delicate tenderness you didn't want to think too much into.

"...I'm sorry."

Jing Yuan's relenting words were bittersweet to your wanting ears, roughened by his strain. You clutched his hand just a bit tighter.

"Is that an apology for your actions, or an apology for the fact that you'll continue to be reckless until the day you die?"

He chuckled more. The sound sent a warm, tingling feeling through your chest, a feeling that you desperately clutched to in your distress.

"Would you hit me if I said both?"

"I'll be merciful enough to save it for when you're in better shape."

The rumbling laughter continued, and you silently scolded the man for the chance of exacerbating his wounds. He only deflected the blame unto you for your quip, and you sighed out.

Ease. Your anger dissipated, fading into a comfortable silence that the General did not dare break again.

He also did not dare, however, to turn and face you. You were grateful for that.

Because in spite of your assuaged rage, your abated worries, you still fear many things.

You fear seeing new scars on Jing Yuan that you did not have to see before. You fear seeing the exhaustion grow in his youthful features, yet aged all the same. You fear the possibility that he is only a phantasm, that the mara has stricken your mind at last and all you have left of him is a pathetic delusion created by your own longing.

More than any of that, somehow, you fear that if he were to turn around in this very moment, you would cross that one line you had sworn never to touch.

The line that, when crossed, would allow you to abandon all restraint. The line that, when crossed, would mean you grasp your General in the way you've longed to, kissing him slowly to make sure he's really still here with you. To make him promise he would be here with you, forever, until the end of your immortality.

Judging from the way Jing Yuan placed his rough lips upon the back of your hand, you knew he was thinking the same.

Not yet. Not now, not even now.

But perhaps one day, it wouldn't be such a daunting wall to scale.

[charmercharm3r]

Hi ^^ 🩷 could you write a plushie smut hyunjin fucking reading while reader is holding their teddy for support 🫧 ily your work sm and I hope you have a great day today :)

this came out shorter than I intended for it to be but I hope you like it!!!

Teddy

HHJ

Masterlist

wc: 1.4k

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, soft bf hyune, unprotected sex (do not do this srsly), slight dumbification, he's a cutie and I want him

It was a hard week for you, so many things piling on top of one another and you were stressed beyond belief. Hyunjin had never seen you this way at this level, in all the years you’d been dating, it had never been this bad. He knew he couldn’t help you directly with your problems, but he could always provide a distraction.

When you’d come home Friday night way past the time you usually did, you were ready to just lay in bed without changing because you were so tired. Your childhood teddy bear was in his rightful place on your side of the bed, beckoning you to join and close your eyes. As you kicked off your shoes and unbutton your pants, you didn’t hear Hyunjin calling your name, just falling back onto the bed without finishing taking off your clothes.

His heart wept at the sight of you, exhausted and carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Hyunjin greeted you one more time and asked if it’d be alright if he helped you undress, only receiving a hum from you in return. He started with your pants, slipping them down your legs, gently pulling your top over your head to leave you in only undergarments. You sighed at the freedom from the tight clothing, squinting your eyes open to see Hyunjin staring down at you with fond eyes. “What can I do?” He asked, lightly massaging your calves.

“I don’t know. So tired,” you mumbled, hardly legible as the tone of your voice fell to a whisper. Your eyes closed again and blindly reached for your stuffed teddy next to your head to cradle him in your arms. The pressure of his fingers pressing into your muscles was a little painful, but relaxing at the same time and making you push out a small moan. They worked higher and higher until he came to your thighs, massaging them one at a time. Hyunjin slotted himself between your legs and sat back on his knees as he watched your eyebrows scrunch together, shoulders tensing and your grip on the teddy tighten.

“I know. Let me take care of you?” It was a rhetorical question, you’d never say no to his touch. It was hypnotizing, maybe the delirium was starting to take over, or a combination of both but either way you melted to his touch and lulling body heat.

You felt everything he did, heard every saccharine word he whispered, but couldn’t comprehend anything to reciprocate. He didn’t seem to mind your incoherency, Hyunjin had your body memorized like a map, touching and kissing all the right places to have you whimpering with no filter. You couldn’t tell how long Hyunjin was placing kisses along the expanse of your body, leaving wet trails up and down your stomach, the lengths of your arms, even placing one on the teddy’s forehead for good measure and giggling when he then chastly kissed your lips. 

Hyunjin’s fingers tiptoed along the seam of your underwear, taunting you just a bit by snapping it against your skin then ridding it completely, tossed somewhere forgotten. Eyes still closed, your grip on the teddy was made of steel and knuckles turning white as Hyunjin hiked your legs around his waist and slid his fingers through your folds. The sound of your arousal was wet and lewd, his satisfied chuckle only making you even more turned on. It didn’t take much other than his digits spreading your essence to your bundle of nerves and rubbing deep, hard circles into it for you to begin mindlessly begging for more.

“Need you,” you whimpered, “please, please, please.” You reached for his hand that was between your legs and pushed it harder into you, using him to grind your hips against.

Hyunjin watched you with the proudest, most intrigued smile, in love with how desperate you were for him even in the most weary of conditions. Impressed, he stole his hand away followed by your needy cries, but was quickly repressed when you heard his buckle being undone and the thud of fabric hitting the floor. The aching between your legs was suddenly being flushed in heat, realizing the tip of his cock was pressing into your clit ever so nicely. 

“Where do you want me, baby?” He teased, dragging his cock through your folds and letting you mewl. He knew you could hardly put together more than three words, asking you this question was like talking to a wall. You reached for him once more, but Hyunjin caught your hand and guided it back towards the plushie in your arms, telling you, “hold on to him. Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Here,” you kicked your hips up and pulled him in by the waist. Hyunjin catches himself before he can fall over and chuckles at your enthusiasm. He was always a sucker for obedience, and you were more than happy to obey.

He was taking too long, rubbing his dick side to side against your sopping cunt and catching the head on your entrance only to steal it away when you thought you had it. Hyunjin got a kick out of your whines, but found it to be enough when you tried to roll over to get away from the teasing. Forcing you onto your back again, you squirmed and momentarily let your arms fall to your side, teddy rolling away. The few seconds you had exposed your bra-clad chest, Hyunjin couldn’t help his hips from plunging into your pussy, warm and inviting. He shivered as you clenched around him and let his body fall in closer, your legs trapping and unmoving from around his waist. Kisses were being peppered across your chest, up your neck, a few to your cheek, you didn’t have a single thought in your head except for his cock nudging against the sweet spot within you. “Relax, baby. I’ll empty that pretty little head of yours. Just lay there, cute and comfortable.”

Hyunjin kissed your lips one more time and helped the teddy back into your arms, enclosing them around your chest before leaning back to readjust into a better position. He pulled back slowly, your mouth parting slightly at the sudden feeling before letting out a loud moan when he entered you again, perfectly angled to press your sweet spot once more. Starting slow, letting you get used to the feeling did Hyunjin thrust, until you started begging for more. You clutched onto the plushie as his pace picked up, loving your blissed out whimpers mixing with skin slapping skin. The force behind his hips rocked the headboard against the wall and your body along with it, you were almost sure you would’ve flown off the bed if he wasn’t holding your waist.

Delirium and lust and desperation, exhaustion making your body all the more willing to accept the easily rising high once Hyunjin brought his thumb to your lips. He pushed the digit into your mouth, grateful to have a weight against your tongue.

“Pretty baby, feel good?” You hummed, swirling your tongue around his thumb. “I bet you do. You’ve had such a hard week, hm? That’s okay, I'll make it all better. Let go whenever you want, sweetheart.”

Hyunjin took his thumb from your mouth, a thread of saliva following as he brought it down to rub at your clit. The intense feeling had your head digging back into the pillows and holding the teddy closer to your chest, only grounded by the feeling of the fuzzy fur tickling your chin. You were hanging on by an inch of your life, just wanting to enjoy his body warmth a little bit longer. But his words were like a blanket of adoration you didn’t know you needed, “you’ve done so good, baby, so, so good. I’m so proud of you. Can you do me a favor? Come for me, sweetheart. I know you can, ‘cus you’re my good girl.”

The praise, the perfectly practiced touches, everything in your body heightened tenfold when your orgasm hit. Your nails dug into the plush clenched against your chest as your back arched and Hyunjin’s name rolled off your tongue like a mantra. Had you not been holding the teddy, you might not have awoken from the blinding high that took over your body, feeling as though you would never come down.

Panting, sweaty, you finally opened your eyes to find Hyunjin staring down at you with hearts in his own. “Even cumming on command, you really are good,” he cooed, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch, nuzzling into his palm as your body relaxed.

“Your good girl,” you whispered back.

“Uh oh,” Hyunjin’s eyes widened for a moment, seeming as though he was genuinely shocked. Your eyebrows went up, concerned. “You can still speak. Looks like we’ll have to keep going, sweetheart. Can’t have a single thought in that wonderful brain of yours.”

-

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[mortiferumsomnum]

Danny Had Enough of Clockwork’s Pining

EDIT: MASTERLIST

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The reason why Alfred is somewhat immortal is because Clockwork is in love with him, and had “blessed” him, but Alfred is unaware about all this, and Clockwork would love to keep that to himself, thank you. 

But Danny, being the little shit that he was, went up to Alfred.

“Hello, good sir!” said Danny in the middle of the grocery store, not at all looking like a naughty little boy up to no good. 

Alfred, being the absolute angel that he was, smiled kindly towards Danny, straightening his back after grabbing some canned sardines and putting them in the cart. “Yes, young sir? How may I help you?”

Clockwork, who was still in his lair, cursed as Danny said, “My Dad has been pining over you for... years? I think? And I just wanted to ask if you were free anytime this week so you could meet him.”

THAT BLASTED CHILD! Clockwork stopped time in his lair, making sure that even the observants were frozen, before disappearing and appearing behind Danny with his perfectly crafted Human form.

“Daniel William Fenton,” and good, the child flinched, “that’s enough.”

But when Danny turned towards him, he didn’t look the least bit remorseful.

Clockwork lifted his eyes to see Alfred, and his breath hitched when Alfred smiled. Amusedly. At HIM. 

Let it be known that Clockwork did not blush. He didn’t.

“I...” Clockwork coughed into his hand to clear his throat. Because he surely didn’t squeak either. “I am Horatio Clockwork. This child is just someone I am babysitting.”

A loud, ‘Hey!’ came from Danny, which was promptly ignored.

Alfred chuckled. And it was beautiful.

“Alfred Pennyworth,” he said. And his was smooth and beautiful and... 

“ClockDad, stop staring at him. It’s rude,” Danny said, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Clockwork huffed. “I wasn’t staring at him, Danny.” Then looking at Alfred, and Ancients, he could look at those eyes forever. “I’m sorry if it seemed that way.”

Danny huffed beside him. “Yeah, Mr. Pennyworth. I’m sorry if Clockwork was enjoying too much of a beautiful view.”

Okay, that’s it. He needs to get his child and himself out of here. 

But a small laugh from Alfred got Clockwork out of his thoughts.

“I am free this Friday evening,” he said, bringing out a pen and a piece of paper, writing on it with smooth motions, and handing it over to Clockwork with a wink. “Do message me the time and place, Mr. Clockwork.”

Clockwork took the paper.

And then, Alfred Strode away. Clockwork could swear the man’s hips were swaying.

He got Alfred’s number in his hands, written on a piece of paper.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” said Danny.

That doesn’t stop Clockwork from dragging Danny kicking and screaming out of the grocery store and back to his lair.

******

WHAT IS THIS?!??!?!?!? I DON’T KNOW EITHER XD

BUT NOW I’M MAKING THIS EVERYONE ELSE’S PROBLEM TOO

- Clockwork discovered Alfred when he was bored watching people in his lair. It was love at first sight the moment he saw Alfred defeat the odds in some secret mission. He was like some movie protagonist, shirt off and muscles prominent. An explosion happened in the background while Alfred surveyed his surrounding area with keen eyes. He looked glorious.

- Clockwork would follow Alfred’s adventures in being in the military. He cheered when Alfred became one of the best plan pilots in the army. He wept when he saw how distressed Alfred was in treating his comrades with field medic skills that was forced upon him. He cried in joy when Alfred finally left the military life to become a butler, an insanely handsome butler, for the Wayne family in America.

- But then, Alfred would have to go back to the distressing life of having to watch his loved ones pass away before him, again. He watches as Alfred desperately teaches Bruce how to defend himself (even if he looked very composed, he wasn’t. Alfred wasn’t composed). He watched as Alfred kept the Wayne Manor clean in worry, repetitive actions being the only thing that calms the man, while Bruce went off on his soul-searching journey to train himself while giving Alfred messages once in a while to confirm that he’s still alive. 

- He watched as Alfred gained a grandson, lost a grandson, and gained more grandchildren as the years went on.

- And then Danny came into Clockwork’s life, and Clockwork could feel how Alfred felt when he took in Bruce as his son.

- Well, that pride and happiness towards his pseudo-son was short-lived once Danny found out his secret.

- “ClockDad, look. Both of you are single. Both of you are old. Both of you are available. So, like, why not?”

- Because Clockwork is immortal, and Alfred is not---

- Danny stared at Clockwork in deadpan. “There is literally an afterlife for restless souls, which is the Ghost Zone! If Kitty and Johnny could be together, so can you two!!”

- “He does not know I exist.”

- I can fix that, thought Danny.

- So, Danny reads all of Clockwork’s (creepy as heck and bordering on stalker-ish--- Oh GOD, he even has a picture of Alfred SHIRTLESS-- Nope. Not touching that. God. Ancients. Just. NO.) notes and went to the grocery store that Alfred frequented.

- Thanks to Danny, Clockwork gets a date. And Clockwork knew exactly where to take Alfred.

- “By the way, what are you going to do about your fake civilian identity?” Danny asked.

- Clockwork didn’t answer him.

- And Danny figured it out. “You already had a civilian identity prepared for yourself... didn’t you? When did you make it?! When you fell in love with Alfred?!”

- Clockwork still didn’t answer him.

- “HOLY SHIT, CLOCKWORK!”

- All I can say is, the date was a success. Clockwork even managed to get a kiss... or two... or ten...

- It was a full blown make-out session that Danny (who was invisible) and the Bats (who were stalking in some of the higher buildings) cringed to. They were two sweet and gross old men that were in love. And that’s nice. But they don’t want to see them kissing!!

- Bruce had many reservations about it. That’s his Dad. And it didn’t matter if they already had their first date! If they plan to get serious and... get... married. OH GOD. WHAT IF THEY WANT TO GET MARRIED?! THEY NEED TO CONSULT BRUCE FIRST! BRUCE NEEDS TO MEET THIS HORATIO CLOCKWORK. And, to Bruce’s delight, everyone in the batfamily wanted in on giving this Clockwork the shovel talk.

- Hitting two weeks into the relationship, Clockwork came clean to Alfred, because he knew this man. He also now knows this man better than before. He did this not because it was fair, but because he wanted to be loved for all of him. Not just as Horatio Clockwork, but as fully Clockwork.

- Danny, who was on board the whole time, became worried for him.

- But Clockwork wasn’t as worried.

- And Clockwork was right. And because the two of them were very good at communication (which shocked Danny because Clockwork always talked to him in riddles. On purpose. Let it be known that although Clockwork is wise, he’s also a conniving little shit, the master of all things gremlin and mischief), they decided that it was best to keep Clockwork’s ghost status hidden, and not bring it up when it is not needed.

- But, because Danny is a good son, he goes with Clockwork to Wayne Manor as moral support. Invisible Moral Support. Danny was also going there to watch the Batdad and Batkids shovel talk Clockwork. (And he stayed invisible the entire time. Sucks to be you, Clockwork).

- When Clockwork saw Jason’s status, while he and Alfred were alone (and after soundproofing the room he and Alfred were sharing in the manor... of course Clockwork noticed the hidden cameras), lying together on the bed with Alfred in his arms, he talked about what Clockwork could make for Jason so that the young man could live the rest of his life without the Lazarus’ influence. Alfred cried tears of happiness, and kissed Clockwork (they were just put out that they couldn’t do hot gay sex without the family knowing.)

- Bruce begrudgingly accepted Clockwork after seeing how happy he made Alfred. Clockwork even managed to gain the approval of the batkids. 

******

- “I should bring my emotionally adopted son the next time I visit,” said Clockwork.

- They all agreed and were excited to meet Danny.

- When Danny - 15 years old - appeared, he hugged Bruce by the waist. “Nice to meet you, future brother-in-law!!!”

- The batkids love him.

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Elysium (Dad!Vash fic) - Chapter 1

A/N: Hi everybody! So, I felt kinda beat up after Tumblr wiped my requests, but then I randomly got inspiration to write a Dad!Vash fic. This is going to have multiple chapters (no idea how many yet), but I'll be writing it as I can. I've cross-posted it to AO3 here.

Story Summary: Vash the Stampede remains in hiding after the disaster of Julai city. In the year since the disaster, you and Vash have had children and are living a quiet life in town, until one day, the arrival of bandits threatens to rip away the life you and Vash have built together. What will Vash give to protect his family?

Warnings: Reader is AFAB in this work, referred to using she/her pronouns and "Mama" by the kids, explicit mentions of pregnancy, childbirth, and violence

Chapter Wordcount: 5.8k

Chapter 1: On The Horizon

"Mama? Mama, wake up." 

A little voice called from the side of your bed, and you groggily registered the feeling of little hands tugging on yours as your eyes fluttered open.

All you could see were two pairs of identical blue eyes, both wide open as they gazed at you curiously and somewhat impatiently. As soon as you awoke, two sets of identical grins broke out on your children's' faces.

"Mmm? What is it, my loves?" You asked groggily, sitting up in bed with a big yawn as you rubbed your sleepiness from your eyes. It couldn't have been later than 6 or 7 in the morning, but your twin children had always been early risers, much like their father.

"We brought you something!"

You watched as the boy, Nicholas, and his sister, Rem, came into your room with a tray they were holding. On it was a plate of food, as well as a cup of water and some beautiful flowers.

"Oh? Did you two make me breakfast in bed?" You asked, your heart warming at the sight of your babies doing this for you, "Thank you, my loves! I love it."

You took the tray from your children and placed it beside you on the bed before leaning over and enveloping both children into your arms, hugging them close and kissing their heads, causing them both to giggle happily as they hugged you back.

"Love you, mama!" Nicholas chimed happily, with Rem nodding her head in agreement and echoing her brother's sentiment, "Yes, mama, we love you!"

You chuckled happily as you hugged your children close, feeling their small bodies against your own. As you glanced up at the doorway, you felt your heart flutter at the sight of your husband smiling at you and your children.

Vash couldn't help but feel his heart swelling in his chest as he watched his children, your children, hugging you and giggling happily as you held them close in your and his shared bed, his smile only growing as he watched the scene before him.

In the past, Vash never would've dared to let himself hope that he'd ever experience happiness like this. He never would've let himself dream that he would have a family, have children and a spouse that he loved more than anything in his life. And yet, against all his expectations, against all his beliefs, happiness fell into his lap the day the two of you realized you were expecting.

You had found Vash shortly after the disaster at Julai city, when the entire city was turned into a crater in the ground and 90% of the population had been wiped out when Vash fell from the sky. Vash had been a broken man, unable to even speak from the grief and the shock of what had happened when you found him. His memories surrounding the incident were muddy at best, but eventually, they returned to him and Vash slowly began to work through what had happened.

During that time, a kind woman by the name of Sheryl and her only living grandchild, Lina, had taken you both in and gave you refuge as you and Vash recovered from the Julai incident, with Vash taking on the name "Eriks" as you both hid from the world. Many nights were spent with you comforting Vash as he wept from nightmares that plagued him constantly, or Vash holding you close and protecting you as memories tried to pull you into their dark depths.

Those nights together brought you and Vash closer together than ever before - the two of you had always been fast and good friends, but this... being each other's anchor when one was caught in a storm of grief and sadness and anger... it brought you two together in a way neither of you had anticipated.

You two had both chosen to silently let whatever bond the two of you had develop and become whatever it was going to become. However, after one particularly bad nightmare where Vash had dreamt of losing you and woken up crying, only to find you looking at him worriedly and with such warmth and tenderness behind your eyes, Vash couldn't help but blurt out those three words.

"I love you."

Vash had fully been crying as he said those words to you breathlessly, as if desperate to get them out into the real world, desperate for you to understand how much you meant to him. He had clutched you desperately to him, his face buried in your hair as he took in your comforting, familiar scent between sobs, mumbling over and over again.

"I love you. I love you, (Y/N), I love you. You're everything to me. P-Please... don't go."

Your heart had broken for him that night, before being set alight when you realized what Vash had said to you. He loved you. You wanted to scream with joy, but instead, all you could do was pull the man you loved so much closer to you, burying your face into him as you held him tighter than ever before as he cried against you.

"I love you, too, Vash. So, so much."

After that night, you and Vash were inseparable, and it was clear to anybody who saw you and Vash together that the two of you were in love and nobody would ever come between you. Grandma Sheryl and Lina had been kind in helping you both find a home to call your own in the town. A beaten-up, neglected old house on the outskirts of the town that desperately needed some love and care eventually became your new home, a home where neither you nor Vash needed to hide.

One day, out of the blue, you had suddenly realized your body was changing. When Vash had placed his hands on you, your belly had begun to glow with faint plant runes, much like the markings on Vash's body whenever he tapped into his Plant abilities and powers. As you looked at him curiously, you watched Vash's eyes widen and his jaw drop open.

"(Y/N)... you're pregnant."

"Woah, woah, woah, what do you mean "pregnant"?" You replied immediately, frowning at him. "That's not possible... is it?"

Vash looked down at you and replied softly, his eyes trained on your stomach, "It's possible. Just... extremely rare."

Your mind had began to spiral as your hand pressed to your belly protectively, as if to shield the life that was growing within it from the world.

"I'm pregnant," You repeated, clearly stunned, your hand beginning to mindlessly rubbing circles over your belly, tracing the plant markings that announced your pregnancy.

You and Vash had to sit down and discuss how everything was going to change now that you were pregnant, and at the end of that conversation, Vash had taken your hand in his and stood up before guiding you towards town.

"Vash? Where are we going?" You had inquired, gazing at him as he continued walking ahead of you, almost as if in a hurry.

He didn't answer you, instead just borderline dragging you through town until he stopped suddenly before an unassuming building. You had raised an eyebrow at him, clearly asking for an explanation.

"Marry me."

You blinked.

"What?"

Vash had grinned at you, his smile warmer than anything you'd ever seen from him before.

"Marry me, (Y/N). You're pregnant with my child, and I want you to be assured that no matter what happens, I'll always be there to love you and our child and protect you both for as long as I live."

You continued to stare at him as if he had grown a second head, failing to take in exactly what Vash had asked of you. Once it sunk in, your eyes widened and you had begun to splutter.

"B-But, Vash, what if you have to go on the run again? I can't be the reason you're held back! That's not fair to you."

Vash had stepped forward and pulled you to him, his large hand splaying over your abdomen protectively yet incredibly tenderly. His voice was low and gentle.

"(Y/N)... I don't care. You and this child are my family, now. And I swear to always protect my family. I love you both so much, and I refuse to let any harm come to either of you. I'll be damned if I leave you and my child unprotected. The best way for me to ensure your safety is by staying by your side. Forever."

You felt yourself moved to tears as you looked at Vash, who was simply smiling down at you with such love that it made your heart flutter in your chest. You pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him with everything in you, trying to show him just how much you loved him through your actions.

"Okay," You whispered softly once the two of you had broken apart, "I'll marry you."

Without another word and grinning like he had just won the greatest prize on the planet, Vash took your hand in his much larger one and guided you into the building, where the two of you signed a marriage license and exchanged vows and rings to symbolize your commitment to each other.

After that day, you and Vash prepared for the arrival of your child. You had managed to create a nursery, crib and all, and awaited nervously for the day your child would arrive.

Your pregnancy advanced more rapidly than that of a regular human, given your baby was half-human, half-plant, and you found yourself struggling to carry the baby as your pregnancy progressed. Your body had to adjust more rapidly than anticipated, and Vash was terrified for your safety as time went on. He refused to let you do anything that potentially risked your safety or the baby's, constantly stepping in and taking over whatever task you were trying to accomplish.

"(Y/N), be careful," Vash would admonish you gently, "Don't want anything to happen to you or the little one."

It got to the point where Vash would've wrapped you in bubble wrap if he could've, and it drove you gently insane.

"I swear, Vash, if you don't let me do this, I'm going to scream."

Eventually, your waters broke about 4 1/2 months into your pregnancy and you had rushed to the medical clinic in the town. With several hours of screaming various profanities, pushing, and nearly breaking every bone in Vash's hand, you had managed to bring your baby boy into the world.

"Nicholas," You had uttered the moment you saw your little boy, panting heavily as the nurses took him away to get him cleaned up and swaddled.

"Nicholas?" Vash asked gently, clearly fighting off tears as he gazed at the little blue bundle in the nurse's arms. "After Wolfwood?"

"Yeah..." You replied, gazing at Vash with a warm smile as he held your son, "I think it fits."

"I-It does," Vash choked out, tears beginning to pour down his face as he held little Nicholas close and nuzzled the little baby's cheek with the tip of his finger, "Our little boy. Our Nicholas."

Vash looked over at you as he began to weep completely, "Oh, (Y/N)... thank you. Thank you for giving me him. Thank you for giving me my family. I love you so much. You two are everything to me."

You had smiled and opened your mouth to reply when another crippling contraction ripped through you, tearing a scream from you. Vash jumped and immediately came over, reaching out to you, fear evident on his face.

"Mayfly?! What's wrong?!"

You couldn't even answer him, groaning and crying out in pain as contraction after contraction wracked your body, your hands gripping the sheets for dear life. The doctor and nurses came sprinting in, and after a minute or two of careful assessment, the doctor promptly announced.

"There is another baby, it's coming now."

"Another?!" You shrieked, looking at the doctor and then at Vash, who looked positively stunned, his mouth open and his eyes owlishly wide.

"Yes," The doctor confirmed, "It seems you were carrying twins. The second baby is coming now."

Thankfully, this baby came quicker than its older sibling, and within a couple pushes, another little wailing sound filled the air as your daughter announced her arrival into the world.

You were completely exhausted, unable to even keep your eyes open as the nurses brought your daughter back, cleaned and swaddled to rest on your chest. As your energy slowly returned, you managed to open your eyes and look at your daughter for the first time.

Both she and Nicholas had wisps of Vash's blonde hair, and the same big blue eyes he had. They even had matching birthmarks under their right eyes, complimenting the one Vash had beneath his left eye. Near carbon copies of their father.

"(Y/N)..."

You glanced over at Vash and you could see him sobbing almost hysterically from joy as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

"Mayfly... oh, Mayfly... they're perfect. They're perfect. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Vash sat by your side and held you and your children close. The little girl yawned on your chest before dozing off promptly, much like her twin brother was sleeping happily in Vash's arms.

"What should we name you, little one?" You whispered gently, caressing your daughter's soft cheek with your fingertip.

You and Vash sat there quietly, just gazing down at your newborn babies, reveling in how things had forever been changed when Vash suddenly whispered.

"What about "Rem"?"

""Rem"? Like your adoptive mother?" You asked softly as you gazed at your daughter.

Vash nodded, wiping away his tears gently, "Yeah... is that okay?"

"I think it's perfect," You answered softly, reaching out to hold your husband's hand gently, squeezing it as you spoke.

"Nicholas and Rem," Vash repeated back, gazing down at the little bundled blankets in his and your arms.

He gave a watery smile as he looked back up at you, tears silently streaking down his face.

"My family, (Y/N). Our family."

Vash let out a shaky laugh before continuing, "I never thought I could ever be this happy. I feel like I swallowed a box of fireworks. I love you, (Y/N). I love you more than anything, and I... I love them. Little Nicholas... little Rem... I love them. Do they know just how much happiness they bring with them? Do they know I'd do anything to protect them?"

You couldn't help but laugh a little, your own tears going down your cheeks as you kissed Vash's cheek.

"I'm sure they'll know as they get older. I love you, Vash. I love our family, and I'll do anything to protect you, to protect them, too."

Vash slowly scooted into your hospital bed, sitting next to you and holding you close as he continued to hold Nicholas and as you continued to hold Rem. This was your family, now.

Rem and Nicholas proceeded to grow up pretty quickly due to their being half-human, half-plant, and within a year, they were already the equivalent of a human 4 year-old, able to walk and talk and tell stories and do things, like making you breakfast in bed with some help from their father.

"Thank you, my love, for making sure they didn't burn down the kitchen."

Your voice snapped Vash from his revelry as he stood in the doorway, and he looked up to see you smiling lovingly at him from your shared bed, your breakfast tray next to you and your children still hugging you tightly.

"Oh, my pleasure, Mayfly," Vash chuckled as he walked in and hugged you and the children, all of you giggling and laughing together. A moment of complete and utter happiness.

"Now, what should we do today?" You asked playfully, pressing a kiss to the top of both Rem and Nicholas's heads, before glancing up at Vash with a warm smile.

"How abouuuut...." Vash drawled playfully, before snagging Rem and Nicholas under their arms and pulling them into him as they squealed and laughed happily, "We all go see Grandma Sheryl and big sister Lina?"

"Yes!" Nicholas cried happily, clapping his little hands together, "Grandma Sheryl! Big sis Lina!"

"I wanna go!" Rem cried out, echoing her brother's sentiment as she tugged on Vash's shirt, looking up at him with the same big blue eyes he possessed.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of your family, and you exclaimed, "Alright, then! We'll do a field trip to Grandma Sheryl's and big sis Lina's! Papa's gonna go call Grandma Sheryl to let her know we're coming, but why don't you two come tell me what you made me for breakfast?"

Nicholas and Rem beelined right back to you, quickly crawling onto the bed and pointing at the different things they had made you for breakfast as Vash headed downstairs to call Grandma Sheryl.

"I made the eggs!" Rem said, a proud smile on her face.

"I made the pancakes!" Nicholas chimed in, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No, Papa made the pancakes!"

"No, I did!"

"No, you didn't!"

You couldn't help but laugh and pull the twins into you, hugging them close to stop their bickering, "Now, now, fighting won't get either of you anywhere. You both worked very hard to make me breakfast, so thank you, my loves. I love you both very, very much."

"Love you too, mama," Nicholas replied, burying his face into your tummy, as Rem snuggled into your side with a mumble of "Love you, mama."

You sat there as you slowly ate your breakfast, chuckling as the twins took pieces of food themselves from your breakfast tray ("Just to try, mama!" Rem assured you as she put a piece of pancake in her mouth).

Once you were done, you sent the kids to get dressed and ready to go see Grandma Sheryl while you took the time to shower and get ready for the day yourself. As you came out of the bathroom, you were greeted by the sight of Vash sitting on your shared bed, a frown on his face. He seemed lost in thought.

"You alright, Vash?" You asked softly, coming over to stand in front of him.

Vash quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he glanced up up at you, a small smile appearing on his lips as his hands came up to grab your hips before tugging you closer to him.

"Nothing, Mayfly. Just..." Vash trailed off, clearly trying to find a way to explain whatever was bothering him.

"It's okay, Vash," You encouraged him, cupping his face in your hands and making him look at you, "What's wrong?"

Vash sighed heavily before saying softly, "Grandma Sheryl says bandits have been wreaking havoc in town over the past couple days. Sounds like they've been behind all kind of trouble. I don't think we should still go see her. I don't want to risk your safety, or Rem's or Nicholas's. I don't want anything happening to you."

You frowned as you heard this, and you thought to yourself for a few moments before speaking up, "Well... why don't you and I go into town first and see how bad it is? If it's truly dangerous, we come straight back and spend the day home, instead. If it's okay, then we can bring the kids along and go see Sheryl."

Vash just gazed at you, carefully taking in your words and your expression before exhaling softly, "That might be the safest approach. Although, I don't think you should come either."

"Why not?" You asked, looking at Vash with a frown on your face.

"Because I don't want you in any danger, (Y/N)," Vash answered simply, pulling you into his lap and hugging you close to him, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, "And I don't want to leave the children home alone if bandits are in the area."

You sighed as you felt Vash press a soft kiss to your neck, and you knew he was right - if bandits were nearby, causing havoc in town, it was best not to leave Rem and Nicholas alone, unprotected.

"Alright..." You conceded, looking down at your husband, "I'll stay here with the kids. But, you need to be careful, Eriks. Promise me you'll come right back here."

You shot him a look as you used his fake name. He was never "Vash the Stampede" anywhere except within the four walls of your home; instead, he was "Eriks Saverem".

You had originally thought him using his adoptive mother's last name wasn't the best idea, but Vash argued that he needed a last name and Rem's last name was as good as any, given she was his mother in every way that mattered.

"Besides, who else would recognize that last name?" Vash had asked, a small smile on his face as he remembered his adoptive mother.

"Your brother, all the individuals who work for your brother, Brad and Luida..." You had listed off, counting them off on your fingers, which caused Vash to whine.

"(Y/NNNNNN)..."

"Alright, alright," You had conceded in the end, sighing with a roll of your eyes, "But don't come crying to me if you have to go on the run again."

In the present, you pressed a soft kiss to Vash's lips before you stood from his lap, patting his back gently.

"Be safe out there, my love," You whispered gently, "Come home to us. Come home to me."

"Always, Mayfly," Vash replied with a warm smile, "I will always come home to you. I swear it on my life."

"Good," You retorted, "I'll be keeping you to your promise."

"I'd expect no less."

Vash grinned at you, before taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your wedding ring - a way of sealing his promise to you.

"I love you, Stampede," You whispered to him, reaching out and brushing a strand of his now-long blonde hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear tenderly.

"And I love you, (Y/N)," Vash replied softly, catching your other hand in his and kissing your palm tenderly in return.

"Alright, off with you," You chuckled, stepping away from your husband and turning to head downstairs, "That way you can be back sooner."

All you could hear was Vash chuckling as you went downstairs, finding Rem and Nicholas playing in the living room of your small home. When you appeared, both of them looked up at you and smiled.

"What is it, Mama?" Rem asked suddenly, cocking her small head to the side as she studied you intently, almost exactly the way her father did.

You quickly forced a smile as you came over to where your children were sitting, joining them on the carpet.

"Well," You began softly, "Apparently, it's a bit hard for us to go see Grandma Sheryl and big sis Lina right now. Papa's gonna go take a look and see if we can still go."

Nicholas and Rem exchanged looks, and Nicholas now piped up, "Hard, mama?"

"Yes, my love," You answered, continuing to explain, "There are some bad guys in town, and neither Papa nor I want anything to happen to you two."

"Bad guys?" Rem asked, her eyes filling with a bit of fear. "Are they gonna hurt us?"

"No, my love," You replied immediately, "Papa and I will protect you two, we won't let anything or anybody hurt you. I promise."

Rem quickly scrambled over and hugged you tightly, and you could feel your daughter trembling in your embrace. You quickly held her close, stroking her hair gently.

"Mama's got you," You whispered to her gently, "And Papa's got you, too. Always."

Nicholas slowly came over and joined the hug, and you held both of them close. Suddenly, you felt an additional set of warm, muscular arms wrap around you and the twin, and you heard Vash's voice speaking gently.

"Mama and Papa will always protect you two. Always, my loves."

Rem and Nicholas shifted slightly so that they could hug both you and Vash at the same time, and you all held your group hug for a few moments before Vash finally pulled away.

"Alright, Papa's gotta go on a little adventure," Vash said gently, patting the children's heads, "I'll be back soon. Promise me you'll protect each other and Mama if anything happens."

"We will!" Nicholas exclaimed immediately, standing up straight, "I'll protect Mama and Rem!"

"No, I'll protect Mama and Nicholas!" Rem retorted, nudging her brother.

Before the twins could get into another small spat, Vash laughed heartily and pulled them into another hug.

"That's my girl and boy! I'm relying on you both, okay? See you both soon. I love you two."

"Love you, Papa!" Rem and Nicholas chimed in unison, and you mouthed to Vash as he glanced at you, "I love you".

With a final kiss to the top of the twins' heads, and a gentle kiss to your lips (met by loud "EWWWW"s from the twins), Vash stepped out of the house and headed into town.

Grandma Sheryl's warning had proven to be true - as Vash walked through the town, he noticed multiple buildings that now had holes in the wall, windows that were shattered, and that the inside of these buildings were filled with debris and torn to shreds. Vash could see smoke coming from some other part of town, and a feeling of dread began to take root in his chest.

'Oh, Gods... should I tell (Y/N) to get the children ready to move? Should we run? Should we go somewhere else, to a different town?' Vash's thoughts began to go wild as he carefully treaded through town, keeping an eye out for any sign of trouble. 'What if (Y/N) gets hurt? What if one of the children get hurt? What if-?... No, Vash, no, don't go there.'

Vash was snapped out of his internal panic by a cry from not too far away, and as he looked up, Vash saw a couple bandits surrounding an older gentleman who was laying on the ground, curled up in the fetal position as he tried to protect himself from the blows of the bandits. Vash recognized the older gentleman as the town doctor, the same doctor who had helped you deliver Nicholas and Rem about a year ago, a kind man who many looked to as the town grandfather.

"Hey!" Vash immediately shouted, his body moving before he could make sense of the situation, "Leave him alone!"

Vash managed to intervene, getting the bandits away from the doctor and helping him to his feet. The poor doctor was bleeding from his face where he had no doubt been kicked or punched, and one of his eyes were turning black.

"If ya know what's good for ya, get outta here!" One of the bandits, likely the leader of this particular squad, sneered at Vash. The other bandits circled around their leader, no doubt waiting for a sign to go after Vash and the doctor.

"Sorry, but no," Vash replied coolly, gazing at the bandits and trying to ascertain how much of a threat they posed. "What reason could you possibly have to attack the town doctor?"

"Because he said something I didn't like," the bandit leader retorted snidely. The bandit leader squared himself and approached Vash, getting much too close to him for Vash's comfort.

"I'll say it one last time - if ya know what's good for ya, leave. Now. Or we won't hold back on ya."

The bandit leader's eyes blazed as he said this, poking Vash hard in the chest in an attempt to intimidate him into backing off. However, Vash just shook his head once more.

"Sorry, guys, but violence doesn't fly with me. I'd suggest you get out of here before things go badly for you," Vash replied, even going so far as to smile at the bandit leader.

This, however, incensed the bandit leader, and he immediately swung at Vash, who easily dodged his attack and moved fast enough to flip the bandit leader onto his back and slam him into the ground.

"Aww, come on, guys!" Vash exclaimed, "There's no need for fighting! Just leave the doctor alone, simple as that!"

The other bandits came at Vash, but not one of them managed to get close to him as Vash swiftly dodged and evaded their attacks and used their attacks against each other. Within moments, most of the bandits lay on the ground, moaning softly and stirring a bit as they tried to regain their bearings.

"Mr. Saverem, thank you so much!" The doctor cried, shaking Vash's hand enthusiastically, "Your assistance was greatly appreciated!"

Vash went to answer the doctor, but he noticed how the bandit leader was now gazing at him, a look of pure and utter hatred on his face. Vash felt his heart fall to his feet - this wasn't over yet.

"S-Saverem, eh?" The bandit leader wheezed out, slowly getting to his feet and shooting Vash a wicked grin, "Good to have a name for the man whose ass I have to kick."

Vash sighed tiredly, "Look, buddy, I'm not in the mood to fight you again. Can you please leave so I can get on with my life, as can the rest of the town? I'm pretty sure you guys got everything of worth from here, anyways."

"We'll see about that," the bandit leader replied coolly, grinning once more at Vash and the doctor before holding something up in his hand. Vash felt his heart twist violently in his chest as he realized what it was - a picture. The picture Vash always carried on him in his pocket.

Of you, Rem and Nicholas.

Where did he get that?!

"My, my, she's a beauty," The bandit leader mused, his eyes filled with fire as he traced your smiling face in the photo. Vash had never felt such a strong urge to burn a picture before as the bandit leader traced over your face and then the faces of the twins, "And look at them. They look just like you, Mr. Saverem. You're a lucky man."

Vash suppressed a shiver as the bandit leader said his name with emphasis, and the smirk that grew on the bandit's face made Vash want to sprint home and hide you and the twins away from the world, somewhere where nobody could ever hurt any of you.

"Although..." The bandit leader continued, still smirking at Vash as he spoke, "I wonder at what point your luck will run out."

Vash had to bite his tongue, instead desperately fighting to remain calm and seem unbothered by the bandit leader's faintly veiled threats towards himself, towards you and the children.

So, instead, Vash merely shrugged and answered as if he didn't understand the threat the bandit leader was making, "I'm not sure."

The bandit leader's evil smirk only grew bigger as he crumpled the picture in his fist and threw it down on the ground, "Guess we'll have to find out."

With that, the bandit leader turned on his heel and stormed off, his lackeys trailing behind him as best they could as they ran off from where Vash had fought them off.

"Mr. Saverem..." The doctor spoke quietly, looking mortified, "I-I'm so sorry, I- I didn't think-"

"Don't worry, doctor," Vash responded kindly, picking up the now-crumpled photo off the ground before helping the older gentleman stand up a bit straighter and guiding him over to a bench nearby, "I think that guy was gonna find my name out one way or the other."

"You need to get home, son," the doctor spoke softly, looking at Vash worriedly despite his own wounds, "He made a threat to your family. And there's plenty of bandits in town. God knows what they might try to do. You need to go home. Now."

Vash shook his head, the fear beginning to seep into his veins as he replied, "I can't just leave you here, though. What if they come back?"

"Somehow, I don't think they will," the doctor answered, the smallest smile appearing on his lips. "Now, go home. Go to your family."

With a final nod, Vash quickly took off towards your home, going from a walk to a jog until he was full on sprinting towards the house. His panic was beginning to overwhelm him as he sprinted back towards his home, where his family was hidden. Hopefully, you'd still be there, playing with Rem and Nicholas, none the wiser as to the threats made against you and your children because of Vash's actions.

'Please, please, please, let them be there. Let them be alright,' Vash pleaded in his mind, unsure of who he was pleading to as he sprinted home.

Right away, Vash felt a sense of relief when he saw your shared home. None of the windows had been smashed, the doors were all closed, and your home looked completely untouched. No sign whatsoever of any kind of break-in.

'Thank the Gods,' Vash breathed a deep sigh of relief as he raced up the steps and opened the door, coming into his house, fully prepared to pull you and the twins into a tight hug and not let go of any of you for quite some time.

"(Y/N)? Mayfly?" Vash called as soon as he entered the house, quickly looking around to try and spot you or the children.

However, nothing answered him except silence. The house was eerily quiet.

"Rem?! Nicholas?!" Vash called, his voice growing louder as he walked from room to room. There wasn't even the slightest sign of any disturbance having occurred in any of the rooms - everything was perfectly in place.

'Where are they? Did (Y/N) take the kids out somewhere?' Vash wondered, continuing to look around until he had searched the house from top to bottom for some sign of where you and the children might've gone.

As Vash came back downstairs, he was at a complete loss of where you all might've gone. The panic and fear from before began to reappear, taking root once more in Vash's stomach as his mind began to race.

Where could you have gone? Where were Rem and Nicholas? Were you alright? Were you alive?

Vash's mind swirled with so many questions that he nearly missed the piece of paper lying on the kitchen table, alongside something glinting in the bright sunlight - your wedding ring, next to a piece of a broken children's toy that both Rem and Nicholas had treasured.

As Vash picked up the note, staring at your ring and the broken toy, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces before it began to thunder in his chest from fear and horror as he read the unfamiliar handwriting on the note.

"Your luck has run out. Check the abandoned school building."

[coffeewritesfiction]

Fill prompt for/inspired by this post by @unboundprompts. Saw it and knew what I had to write. Still got a bit away from me.

BTW if you see this, do me a favor. I'm gonna reblog this post with some links to my friend @actualblanketgremlin's stuff. Stella is the one who made Sadie and they're letting me borrow her, see. They've been having a really rough time lately so if you can spare some money or need to buy some pretty, handmade stuff [especially wood-burned boxes], check the links out? And reblog that version of the post if you can.

Okay it's Cthulhu Mythos time again here we go.

A terrible thing, silence. Unnatural, like things moving around in the dark skies over the city. Nothing but predators wandering in late hours. Laying in bed, Sadie waited, listening to the empty air. 

Chicago wasn’t like this. Chicago knew how to breathe at night. Chicago knew how to bleed. It even wept, sometimes. Of course it did. Everyone wept there, bodies piling in the streets in the street wars between smiling, scarred men in their expensive, wide-legged suits. Even now, after she left, the papers told it all - the country crumbling into pieces with the banks that failed them.

Arkham didn’t bleed, or breathe, or sleep. How did anyone get sleep in this town? Didn’t anyone feel it? Didn’t anyone know? Something had gone wrong. Something was alive, but not alive. Something was… dead, but not, and not in some strange in-between either, something she couldn’t wrap her head around… But should. In her bones, or beneath them, somehow, she should, she wanted to, she did not ever want to, understand.

Beautiful city, Arkham. Some of the buildings dated back to a few years after Salem’s founding. Walking through the city, you walked through the past. Someone’s else past. Her past. (Had she gone mad already?)

Laying in bed, curled up so safe under the blankets, she listened to empty air.

She waited, and listened.

Here, on the second floor, she could hear the young man in the attic quite well, when he walked around. Who he was, she didn’t know. A student at Miskatonic University by his uniform, dark hair, white skin. He avoided her. But the whispers from the other renters, they said he’d asked for the attic, because of its history.

A strange man, in a strange house, in a strange town…

Sadie closed her eyes, and listened. Why did I come here, she thought, why did I come here.

And above, a chair squeaked. Above a man stepped and stalked around the room. Above something mumbled and it wasn’t the man at all.

If she listened she’d understand the hissing, grumbling whispers. If she just listened closely enough, she’d understand. Sadie entwined her hands into her curly hair and clenched her eyes shut tighter with focus. Focused on the scratching scrambling clawing sounds that came between her breaths, focused on that faint masculine voice that dragged out between creaking, groaning, ancient wood.

Focused on it. Focused and listened.

The voice that was not the man who lived upstairs chattered and chuckled. Sharp claws dug into old familiar routes in the wooden walls. Cat soft footsteps. Creaking wood, creaking house, creaking doors.

Doors? She’d closed her door.

Sadie lay still in her bed, and did not move. Sadie lay there and listened to the clawing catlike footsteps. The breathing of a man that wasn’t. She listened to the words but had stopped. But now in the pit of her stomach and the base of her neck she knew, if the words began again, she’d hear, she’d understand.

Why did she listen?

She had to listen.

And when the voice spoke, she listened well.

“Goode be your name but not your blood, you are no child of Salem. Deeper stains run through your line than clever human magic. I smell it. She knows it. But do you?”

Within the darkness the creature laughed.

“You must. Would you listen to me elsewise? Poor orphan you are. Do you know the shell of which you’ve glimpsed? You fear the dark, for the horrors it hides, but it is the day which shelters the most dreadful of them all.”

Sadie opened her lips to speak.

“Be you wise and hear me now, Sadie Goode: you have not angered that which you have challenged, merely raised a terrible curiosity. You are known to him, our great master, as were your parents before you. It falls to you now, to decide your fate, and to decide with haste, for it was only a mistake that you escaped his sight.”

The voice deepened, darkened as the skies overhead.

“Your parents knew him. Do you think we could not tell the child of one of our own? No witch-child you are, but your parents served him well. How else would you be so blessed? But if they earned his wrath, and you follow in their steps, you will earn their punishment, three times three.”

And the darkness shifted and shivered with her body.

“Beware, Sadie Goode. Beware the mistress of this house, legend you may think she is. Beware the friends you keep, the enemies you make, the strangers on the street. And beware, my dear, beware yourself most of all -- for you have gained the interest of the Crawling Chaos, and you may gain more unmeaning. And there is no greater danger in all the planets in all the universe than to become a favorite of our god, Nyarlathotep.”

Sadie listened, and listened, and listened. And the claws sunk into wood, and the door hinged creaked, and the house breathed around her again. And she did not move, she did not open her eyes. Listened to the house shifting, and birds waking, and the strangers stirring in their beds unknowing, as the sun’s return brought Arkham back to life.

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[mythicalmyles]

Hide and seek with predator prey thingy?

With Slendy? Or Offenderman?(if you write for him)

(maybe both? Jabxhdjsns thats asking abit too much aint it?)

Maybe when he catches (name), he breeds him full?

Maybe he would also degrade (name) a bit? Telling them how they are such a pathetic, but delicious little morsel?

👉👈

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Decided offender since i aint written for him yet<3

Noncon, teasing, overstim

(Name) honestly knew it had been game over the moment he stepped inside of the woods, the feeling of being watched had his hair standing on end all night. He’d lost the path a while ago and hadn’t been able to find it, he couldn’t remember even when he’d lost it. Suddenly he had looked down and just no more path. He felt like he’d been looking for hours, his mind ticking with each passing minute.

His chest felt compressed and he had the odd feeling like he was being hunted, he didn’t have anything bigger then a fox in the woods and they wouldn’t bother. But his hearing was sharp and alert as he made his way through the dense trees, a feeling of doom had him pausing before a yell was ripped from him.

Something wrapped around his chest and dragged him through the bushes and around trees, the speed dazing him when he was abruptly stopped. Horror filled him as he registered what was in his vision, an eldritch horror filled nightmare stood before him. He would’ve screamed if not for the tentacle that shot around his neck, cutting off air flow.

(Name) couldn’t breath and his head began to get fuzzy, mind swirling as the white being cocked its head at him. “So pathetic, can’t even find your way out of the woods. Such a shame.” It’s voice echoed through (Names) head, his body froze as more tentacles began wrapping around him, keeping him spread open. (Name) whimpered, trying to wriggle but failing as it was strong.

“You were so easy to catch, it was almost unfair.” The sound of his sweats tearing filled his hearing, wide eyes staring at the terrifying being. “Such a pretty little thing.” (Name) whimpered as he felt something press against his home, rubbing against him and drawing choked sounds from him. He desperately wriggled in the beings hold, its appendages tight on his flesh. “S-s-.” A tentacle wrapped itself around his mouth, the only sounds being muffled.

(Name) froze as the tentacle finally slid inside of him, his body locking up as his mind blanked. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning as the tentacle inside of him began twisting and fucking him, his body arched as he felt its appendages slide over his body. They teased him by sliding across his nipples and wrapping around his cock, squeezing and playing with him.

The being took its hat off, hanging it on a tree as it smirked at the sight of its prey loosing his mind as he was played with. (Name) felt his mind drift as his body relaxed, allowing another tentacle to slid into him and ripping a loud moan from him.

Ecstasy filled (Names) body, every slid of the tentacles against his prostate driving him further into his mind. He had no chance of escape, instead choosing to just allow what was happening. His hips mindlessly rode the tentacles, barley registering he was even doing it. The tentacles kept a tight grip but allowed more movement the more submissive he became.

“Might just keep you, a pretty little lap dog.” It chuckled, its voice sending every hair on (Names) body standing on end. His desperate eyes gazed at the being, his orgasm fast approaching. It removed its tentacle from his mouth, instead wrapping it loosely around his neck.

(Name) gulped as moans poured from him, the tentacles inside him slamming deep. “Good boy, moan for me.” (Name) shook, his eyes rolling back as he came. His body completely relaxed into Offenders hold as he rode out his high. “I want to see that delicious face again.” It smirked as another tentacle slid into him and they sped up, thrusting fast inside of him. (Name) practically wept as he felt his cock begin hardening again, his body shaking. “Plea-please.” (Name) hiccuped out only to recieve a chuckle and a particularly violent thrust.

“You can take it.” A large smirk covered its face, sharp teeth filling (Names) vision. It didn’t take much longer to draw another orgasm from him, his voice hoarse as he screamed. (Name) couldn’t think, the tentacles still fucking him and stretching him out. “Tonight will be a fun night.” It chuckled, voice rumbling throughout the forest.

[albertasunrise]

Look for the Light - Part 8

Masterlist

Summary: Four years ago, Joel saved you from certain death. In return, you followed him faithfully. Always ready to do and give him whatever he asked, despite the hurt it inflicted on you, body and soul. Agreeing to go with him to deliver Ellie to the Fireflies… this would be the last time you’d follow him… After this, your debt would be paid.

Relationships: Reader x Joel Miller, Joel Miller & Ellie, Reader & Ellie

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose to give none. Read at your own risk. 18+ (Sorry this took a while... Been all over the shop with work so little to no time to write... Shit's hitting the fan folks! Enjoy!!)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

You burst through the hospital doors in time to witness Tommy pleading with the doctor to give Joel the medicine he so desperately needed. Since you'd seen the older Miller last, violent shivering had taken up residency permanently. However, what surprised you more was the fact that he was conscious again. His brown eyes peeked through slits as he turned his head to look at you, a weak hand lifting ever so slightly as if attempting to reach for you. 

"The supply party are dead." You announced as you moved closer to the commotion. 

"I am aware." The doctor replied grimly, his eyes flitting between you and Tommy "I'm sorry but with our chance at replenishing our stores now up in smoke, I cannot risk using the last of the antibiotics we have. Not until more can be found." 

"Look at him!" Tommy yelled as he pointed at his brother. 

Your eyes followed the doctors and you choked on a sob at the sight that greeted you. His body seemed to levitate from how violently he shook. You knew he was running out of time and fast now. That medicine was his last hope. 

You heard your name fall from Joel's lips and you practically sprinted to his side, grabbing his hand and holding it firmly against your chest. Giving the man a weak smile, you started to stroke back the sweat-slick hair that was stuck to be brow and prayed that the motion would bring him some small quantity of comfort. 

"I-mm-mm s-s-so-rrr-y." He stuttered through chattering teeth, his eyes widening a little so he could look at you better.

"Shhh." You hushed him "Save your strength, Miller." 

"Mm-mm d-dd-dy-y-ing." He said and you simply shook your head at him. 

"No, you're not Miller!" You said with what you hoped was a convincing tone "You're going to make it. You hear me?!" You continued as you cupped his flushed cheek "You and I have some unfinished business to attend to." 

This statement made Joel chuckle a little. His eyes almost sparkled as he gazed at you with what you could have sworn was love. It made your heart race to think that this man loved you. That he felt even a little bit more for you than just two people who warmed each other's beds. 

"You're going to get better and then we are going to settle down in that house that Tommy gave us." You said softly as you returned to stroking his hair. 

"Mmm." He hummed, closing his eyes and smiling as he thought about your statement for a moment. 

"We'll raise Ellie together. We'll cook together. We'll find a guitar and you can play and sing to me whilst I read all the books in that house." 

"S-s-sing t-to th-the baby." He said almost wistfully and your head shot back. 

"Joel... we lost the baby." 

Joel's expression grew sad. His eyes remained closed as he silently wept, tears falling from the corners of his eyes as he started to shake again. It had seemed that the small fantasy you had given him had called him for a moment. Taken away a little bit of his suffering. 

Then you'd gone and unconsciously ripped that away from him. 

"I WANT TO SEE HIM." Someone yelled and you looked up to see Ellie trying to wrestle her way past Tommy. 

"Tommy, let her through." 

"No kid should have to witness this!" Tommy argued, his eyes matching the same sad expression you'd seen from Joel just a moment ago. 

"Fuck you." Ellie growled before shoving the man off of her and jogging to Joel's side "Why's he shaking?" 

"Infection's in the blood." You sighed, eyes drifting to Tommy a moment before returning to her "He needs more antibiotics." 

"So give him some!" 

"It's not that simple." You sighed "They are almost out and they can't risk using the last of it up." 

"To save a man's life?" Ellie scoffed "This is Maria's doing isn't it?" She asked accusingly as she turned her head to look between the doctor and Tommy "She doesn't like him. So she's letting him die." 

"It was a joint decision." The doctor piped up "We cannot put the life of one man ahead of everyone else here." 

'You mean his life?" Ellie scoffed "If it was anyone else, you wouldn't hesitate to save them but because it's Joel Miller... The man Maria has painted to be a soulless murderer to everyone here... You can't do it." 

"Ellie-" 

"Save it." She growled, stopping Tommy dead in his tracks "I wanna stay here and help take care of him." She stated plainly, leaving little room to argue "He should know that someone cares about him..." She trailed off as she turned her attention back to Joel. 

You gauped at her a moment before looking over at the doctor who was standing there, staring at the girl with a guilt-ridden expression. You smiled to yourself at the knowledge that the words of this 14-year-old girl had gotten to him. You just hoped she'd said enough to sway the council. 

...

Heading back to the house to catch a shower, you couldn't help but overhear the shouting that was coming from inside the house that Maria and Tommy shared. You knew it was rude to eavesdrop but you couldn't help yourself as you quietly crept towards their door and listened in. 

"HE'S DYING MARIA!"  Tommy yelled, his anguish clear in the tone of his "He's the only family I got left!" 

"What about me and the baby?" Maria scoffed "Are we not your family too?" 

"That's not what I meant and you know it!" Tommy growled "The day of the outbreak took both my parents and my niece. Joel and I had to stick together and sure... we made some shitty decisions and we killed innocent people but we did what we did to survive!" 

"You did what you did because Joel told you to do it!" Maria growled and you could hear Tommy scoffing loudly. 

"Believe it or not sweetheart but I have a mind of my own..." You let out a stuttered breath as you waited for Tommy to continue, you could practically hear them both panting in anger and frustration "It wasn't just down to Joel. I made calls I wasn't proud of but I did them to protect my brother." 

"Tommy-" 

"You know the day after outbreak day... He tried to fucking kill himself." This statement made you gasp. 

Your hand clapped over your mouth as you attempted to hide the surprised sound that escaped you. Joel had never told you that. He had barely mentioned Sarah to you. 

"I found him laying on the ground in an alley with a bullet wound on the side of his fucking head... He couldn't see a way to live because his daughter was gone. He'd rather die than live without her." 

Your eyes welled with fresh tears and you thought about what you had just heard. The scar on Joel's temple. The man who shot and missed. It had been him all along. He had shot and he had missed and he had to live with that knowledge and pain every day. It explained a lot really. 

"I think we are getting a little off-topic." Came a new voice and you were startled at hearing the doctor's voice join the conversation "We need to decide whether we are willing to risk using the last of the antibiotics to save this man. I, personally, think we should." 

So Ellie's statement did hit a nerve. 

"I understand that as a medical man, you struggle to make tough decisions like this but until we can be sure that we are able to replenish our stocks. I can't allow it." 

"Maria-"

"I'm sorry Tommy but I just can't say yes to that." 

Your attention was pulled away from the conversation inside and to Ellie who was screaming your and Tommy's name as she sprinted down the dimly lit street towards the houses. 

"Ellie, what's wrong?" You said as you grabbed the teenager's shoulders and attempted to steady her as she cried "What's happened?" 

"He keeps shaking." She sobbed and your heart broke "He had a fit... and then another like immediately fucking afterwards and that doctor wasn't there. Just some nurse." 

"What's going on?" Maria asked as she, Tommy and the doctor aforementioned stepped out of the house and onto the street.

"What's happened is that Joel's got worse." You growled, unable to look at the woman. 

"What d'ya mean" Tommy questioned. 

"He's having back-to-back fucking fits Tommy because your fucking wife wants him dead." Ellie practically screamed, her tears streaming down her cheeks "He's gonna fucking die." 

"Come on." You said as you pulled her close in an attempt to soothe her but she was having none of it. 

"We need to go back." She choked "We need to go back and sit with him so he's not alone." 

"Ellie-"

"He shouldn't die alone." His statement hit you like a sack of bricks. Knocking the wind from your lungs. 

Tommy and the doctor were already heading back to the hospital and you found yourself unconsciously following them with your arm wrapped protectively around Ellie. When you entered the hospital, you were greeted by Joel's bed, surrounded by nurses. 

"What's happening?" You sobbed as you pushed your way to his side. 

"He's struggling to breathe." One of the women answered, "His seizures have stopped but he's barely hanging on now." 

Your eyes drifted to Joel whose lips had taken on a startling shade of blue. His chest was barely moving and you knew that he didn't have long now. 

Were they too late? 

"I'm getting the oxygen." Stated the doctor as he disappeared from view and into the back room. 

Suddenly Joel's body went rigid again and his body convulsed so violently you were sure his spine would snap. The doctor reappeared a few moments later with a rather battered-looking oxygen tank and a mask that he fought to strap over the fitting man's face. 

The fit ended as abruptly as it started. The doctor then started to inspect Joel and you all waited on bated breath for him to say something. Anything. 

"He's not breathing." 

Anything but that. 

You watched in horror as the bed was lowered and the pillows pulled from beneath Joel's head. The doctor then started compressions and both you and Ellie cried without a care to who might see or hear. This was your worst nightmare coming to fruition. 

"If he dies... it's on you." Tommy growled at his wife before he pulled you and Ellie into his arms and held you close. 

"He's breathing." Announced one of the nurses and you felt your knees give way. 

"CAN YOU MAKE THE CHOICE NOW?" Tommy yelled, his face red as he glared at his wife. 

Maria stood there in shocked silence for a while before her eyes then drifted to the doctor who was working diligently to keep Joel breathing. She dared look at you and Ellie who were hugging each other on the floor, opening sobbing as the weight of Joel's situation threatened to drown the two of you. 

"Give him the medicine." She stated, not tearing her eyes away from you and the young girl you'd come to look at as your own "Whatever we have. Give it to him." 

Both you and Tommy looked up at her in shock. Her eyes flitted between the two of you as her face morphed into one of shame and guilt. 

"I'm sorry." She said simply and you both knew exactly what she meant "I'm so sorry." 

You watched as Joel slept soundly. 

His fever had broken 3 days ago and the shaking had ceased an hour or so after that, you and Ellie hadn't left his side in the two days that followed Maria giving the go-ahead. It had still been touch and go. The infection had spread to the point where his chances had been slim even with the medicine but you and she had sat at his side and had talked to him. Kept him grounded you hoped. 

On the morning of day three, however, Ellie had been dragged to the school. There had been kicking and screaming but when you had told her that you would fetch her if anything changed. She left a little more willingly then. Now for two days, you had sat at his side. Talking to him. Reading to him and bathing him in the hope that he would open his eyes. 

The doctor had assured you that he was doing well. That the infection was clearing out and that with time and rest, he should make a full recovery. 

"Come on Miller." You said as you cleaned his brow with a damp cloth "You need to wake up now." 

Nothing. 

"You know... Don't think that just because you almost died and shit that I'm not still mad at you." You chuckled "We still have some shit to work through... But I wanna work through it." 

Still, you received no response and you let out a long sigh as you dropped down into your seat again. 

"I've been thinking about what they would have been like." You said after a short pause "The baby." You clarified "I think they would have been the spitting image of you... let's face it you got all the best features." You chuckled to yourself. 

Your hand took his again as you allowed a few stray tears to fall. 

"I keep imagining this sweet little boy with your eyes and hair." You paused a moment to wipe your tears with your sleeve "Maybe my cheekbones but mostly he'd get his looks from you. A little mini Joel Miller running around." 

"Heaven forbid." Choked a quiet voice and you looked up to see Joel weakly smiling at you. His head turned to the side. 

"Joel?" You squeaked as you got to your feet "You with me?" 

He nodded and you sobbed as you cupped his cheek and kissed him. Humming when he returned the kiss with as much passion as he could muster in his weakened state. 

"You fucking scared me." 

"Sorry." He mumbled, smiling when you kissed him again before sitting back down again "I imagined a girl." He piped up after a short pause. 

"Hmm?" 

"The baby." You replied, "I imagined it was a girl." He said with a wistful smile "A small version of you and me. My hair and eyes I guess but your nose and lips and smile." 

"She would have been damn fuckin' cute!" You chuckled and he smiled back at you. 

"Yeah... she would have been." He replied, before feeling his lids start to droop. 

"Rest up Miller. I'm gonna fetch the doc." 

You were drying the last dish when you felt two strong arms circle your waist and pull you against a firm body. You hummed at the feeling of his lips on your neck and let your head fall to the side to give him better access. 

"Where's Ellie?" You asked when one of Joel's hands started to wander. 

"At Dina's." He purred as he took your earlobe between his teeth, his other hand slipping past the waistband of the leggings you wore. 

The first few weeks after Joel had left the hospital had been tough. He had been weak. Struggling to do much for himself and so it had taken him a while to get used to you and Ellie helping him. There had been the odd spat here and there but he had soon learned to appreciate the help he was given. 

Now, one month on he was doing better. He still wasn't quite 100 per cent but he was getting stronger and stronger with each day that passed. And the stronger he felt, the bolder he became. Yet, you two still hadn't really discussed what you two were to each other. You hadn't discussed the fantasy that you'd fed him on his deathbed. 

None of it. 

But as of that moment. You didn't really care that you hadn't discussed it... Because all of this... This Domesticity that had developed organically between the two of you felt so right. So you let his hand slip down to cup your sex and you let him kiss your neck as he told you how sexy you look. You gasped when he spun you on the spot, lips parted as your eyes locked on his and shivered at his intense gaze. The two of you just stood there a moment, breathing each other in before his lips crushed against yours in a kiss so passionate it made your toes curl. 

You grinned against his lips as you felt him push down your leggings before he was then lifting you so you were sitting on the counter beside the sink, slotting himself between your parted legs as he continued to kiss you. Your moans grew filthy as he ripped your remaining clothing off and you did your best to remove his. There was no foreplay. You both needed each other desperately and you gasped in unison when he sheathed himself inside of you in one hard thrust of his hips. 

"Fuck Joel." You whimpered as he started a brutal pace from the onset, your nails digging into the muscles on his back as he fucked you senseless. 

"I'm sorry." He whispered between kisses.

"Joel-"

"For everything." He interrupted, kissing you hard as his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer "For all of it." 

"Joel I-"

"I love you." 

You choked on a sob at his confession. Kissing him hard when he looked like was about to panic and that spurred him on. His thrusts became more focused when his length started to pound against your sweet spot, pulling the filthiest sounds from your lips. 

"Fuck I love you, baby." He growled as he started to feel you flutter around him, his free hand then slipping between you so he could rub your clit. 

"Fuck... Joel, I'm... I'm... Fuck I'm cumming." You shrieked before your core started to pulse around him, gripping him hard. 

"Fuck!" He moan as he fucked you through your high. His following shortly after when he buried his length as deep as he could and hide his face him your neck as he allowed himself to revel in the feeling of being inside you again. 

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, just allowing the pleasure you'd both experienced to saturate everything but it hadn't skipped your notice that Joel had come inside of you. 

Had he meant to?

"Joel." You whispered and he knew exactly what you were going to ask him. 

"I know baby." He muttered as he pulled his head back so he could kiss you languidly "I want this with you." He assured you between kisses "I want it all with you." 

You couldn't have stopped the smile that spread across your face even if you had tried. 

He wanted you. 

And that's all that mattered. 

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[docwritesshit]

AYO IM NOT DEAD :)

Trafficlight trio x Traumatized!reader Oneshot (Angst)

Reader was out gathering groceries and then they run into there Toxic (abusive) sibling and then they start to just gaslight them and curse them out and THEN they leave with the help of there lover to leave and then they start to have a panic attack and start crying and then could we have a fluffy ending PLS PLS PLS

Oh hoo hoo.

Alright! From the wording it seems you want one mini story for each character from the word “lover”. Here’s the thing: I only do one shots for one character x reader or one ship x reader, not your fault so I wont hold it against ya. However my ass is a little polyamorous so I raise you: dating all of the Traffic Light Trio. That’s how I’ll write it. Lmk if you want to change something, but this is still gonna be one request out of two for you no matter what.

And short because haha finals

ANYWAYS!

The Past Haunts (Traffic Light Trio x reader)

You could have sworn the gods themselves were out to get you. Sincerely, you thought they were.

When you saw them, you beelined for another aisle, glancing over your shoulder every minute to make sure they wouldn’t sneak up behind you.

But of course, once you finally picked up a treat for yourself, you could hear them chuckling behind you.

“What, not gonna give family a hug?” They asked. You took a deep breath and put the item in your basket.

“Oh come on, we’re still family. That’s not how you treat family…”

You have an are over your shoulder.

“How you treated me is not how you treat family,” you snapped back. You immediately regretted it when they scowled back at you

“You bitch, it wasn’t even that bad. You’re so fucking sensitive it’s not even funny! No wonder you’re the unloved one.”

You did not need this today. But you felt frozen, tears pricking your eyes when a warm hand on your shoulder made you jump. You turned to see Redson, who was looking your family ember up and down.

“My dear, would you like help with this?” He inquired. You just mumbled about leaving and so you both left.

As soon as you walked out, you could feel your heart beating into over time and the world spin. Tears streamed down your face as your whole body racked with sobs as Redson led you to an alley to cry it out, calling MK and Mei to hurry up paying.

You wept in Reds arms, burying you head in his shoulders as she held you tight, muttering about how they could have at least lobbed a fireball at your sibling.

MK and Mei appeared shortly after, kneeling down with you as they all hugged you.

“Hey hey hey, we’re here love.” MK whispered to your ear. You took a shaky and breath and nodded.

Yeah they are here. And you were loved. And that’s all you needed.

[cantwritebutdoit-lol]

Kaeya //Don't understand//

"I trusted you" "I still don't understand why you did" by @muses-of-the-mind - betrayal prompts

genre: fluff, hurt to comfort (kaeya x gn!reader)

words: 704

cw: blood, mentions of fainting and throwing up (not in datails)

!!! : I used a not-mine prompt to write the story, even though the story itself is completely mine; I changed the prompt in a present tense. English is not my first language, for eventual mistakes you can freely contact me and give me advices.

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The night was cold, the sky outside clear.

In your heart everything was confused, stormed.

Blood was running down on his hand, skin stretched, ripped, glass everywhere, mirror broke in pieces, scattered on the white floor, which began to be painted in scarlet drops.

His eye wes lost somewhere else, far from the room, his mind far gone, the other still covered; your look was firmly on him, like you wanted to make sure Kaeya wasn't going to move. Or wasn't going away, at least.

"Kaeya, I trust you."

"I still don't understand why you do that."

His voice was shaking, fear and anger weren't discernible from each other. He never meant to hurt anyone, not you. And he did not, at least not in the way he had thought.

Blood was running down on his hand and it didn't seem near to stop, while a single teardrop fell from your eyes.

And it hurted him more than every single piece of glass.

"Come on, you know I could never be afraid of you." You scolded him. Even then, with Kaeya's angry eye and shaking body in front of you, you couldn't be afraid, nor intimidated.

Kaeya was scared, no, he was terrified. He just wanted you to go away, never look at him again, nor talk to him, neither thinking of him.

He was disgusted by himself. His hands stained with blood, his body still full of rage, his head clouded, only desiring to scream. Scream.

"You're only hurting yourself."

His eye snapped to you, looking right at yours.

"Don't you dare lie to me," he hissed angrily, "You're crying."

Your heart skipped a beat. One hand started raising slowly, fearful of what you could have found.

Water, tears.

"I- I didn't mean to." A whisper from your lips.

"You should go." Cold words from him.

The cold outside seemed to fall on the room.

"I don't want to-" You wept. Head spinning. You couldn't believe that. You weren't afraid of him. You could have sworn that. No, it was impossible. Short, rapid breath. Mind clouded, spinning. No, it couldn't be.

A firm grip on your arms made you snap out of your own thoughts.

"Fuck, don't faint please." Kaeya's worried look on you, finding your eyes to make sure you were fine.

Shaken body held by a shaken body, who was keeping who from falling apart wasn't known.

Your hands were gripped on his shirt, trying to ground your mind. You could feel his heart beating, his breath on you, his warmth. He was there.

"I'm here." Kaeya breathed out "I'm right here, damn, focus on me."

His frightened voice and his presence were the only things you could focus on. Kaeya was there.

On the other hand he was sinking in your perfume, your skin, you. Again and again.

He didn't want to let you go.

Then he saw it. The blood from his hand ran down your arm, onto you.

Kaeya clenched his jaw, gosh, he was nearly throwing up. Blood on your perfect skin was the last thing he ever wanted to see.

"I'm sorry."

The words echoed in the room. Your voices mixed together.

A slight chuckle left your mouth, while slowly softened the grip on him.

"You shouldn't have said that." Kaeya noted firmly and you looked at him confused.

"You neither, if that so."

He tried to look away, but your hand gently posed on his face, making him stop, not running away.

"Don't hide. You have nothing to apologize for" You muttered "Even if, you're not allowed. We made a deal, right?"

A soft smile spread from your lips to your eyes, while cupping his face with both hands. His were now leaning on your hips.

He sighted. "I should've known better before making that deal, shouldn't I?"

A limpid laugh from you filled the room.

"You're an idiot Kaeya, come here." You beamed, swinging your arms across his shoulders.

Your head was right on his chest, he could smell your shampoo, your body pressed onto him. Your warmth, your breath, you. Again and again.

He didn't want to let you go.

"You're stupid to even think I'll ever leave you, trust me."

"I do".

[universallychaoticpan]

AAHHH I LOVE YOUR BLOG SM. IF YOU'RE TAKING REQUESTS I WOULD LIKE TO SUGGEST THIS. i am tired of reading about myself dying. i want chuuya or dazai to die. this sound so weird, i love them so much- but here is the scenario i have in mind, chuuya or dazai, gets really injured, chuuya might've used corruption, dazai got shot in a crossfire or sum like that- and reader runs up to them and they try to tell the reader that everything will be alright and stuff. so basically, full angsty angst. if you're comfortable with writing this of course. i wanna suffer a bit more before going back to school HAHAHAHAH

AAHAHAHAHA you have awakened my angst muscles and I am out for blood. I hope you enjoy because I reworked this a million times for maximum effect. ;)) Enjoy?

"No, no NO, not yet, please, not like this-"

Chuuya heard your voice before he saw you through his blurred vision, heard you scream, agony tearing through your voice, through your body as he ached to comfort you. But try as he might, he couldn't reach you- his body was giving up, his strength was leaving him, ebbing out slowly and he could feel it.

And you saw it. His eyes, usually so bright and clear, were half lidded and groggy, staring up at the sky to something you could not see. When you'd found him, you feared he was already gone. But now, you knew it was almost worse: he hadn't died

But there was nothing you could do to stop it from happening.

Kneeling at his side, you wept openly, sobs running through you, ripping through your body, making your chest heave with the weight of your grief. You cried with his hands pressed to your lips, prayed to whatever cruel god had decided his fate, mourned the life you could've had before he lifted your eyes to his own.

"I didn't think it would feel so cold when- when it was time to go. Y/n, I'm scared. I don't want to go."

You moved closer, pulling his broken body up to lean against you, holding him close with his head against your chest.

"Don't be afraid," you whispered, choking back your own tears. "You don't need to be afraid. It's just you and me. It's just us- just feel me. Nothing else."

He shuddered, darkness creeping into his vision as he tried to focus on your beating heart.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you more time. You deserved more time."

Softly, you turned his face to you, smiling for his sake even as you felt your heart shatter in your chest.

"Don't be silly," you chuckled, "we have all the time in the world. You and me, alright? I'm here and I- I'm going to be here when you wake up."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'm not afraid anymore."

You kissed him then, your cheeks wet with tears, your chest aching knowing this would be the last time you would feel his lips on yours like this. In that moment, you turned a second into a lifetime. You imagined this was what it would feel like when you woke up beside him in the mornings, and how it would feel when he kissed you slow at night. You pictured him kissing you the same way when you were old and graying, could feel the same familiar press of his touch on your body, the comforting feel of his love that kept you safe. You imagined a life beside him, a life spent loving him, poured your hope and every dream you had for the two of you into that second where the world's rules bent to two lovers on the edge of death.

You kissed him and held him close while the fire in his eyes dimmed, while the drum of his heart grew weaker and finally, ceased it's beating. And still you stayed, because as long as you stayed, he could still wake up.

You had promised to be there when he did.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. He was strong, he was so strong- he had survived so much. Too much. He had survived too much to die because of you. He wasn't supposed to die on the ground, surrounded by gunfire and fear, felled by a bullet that was meant for you. It was supposed to be so different.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you moaned, biting your lip to keep from crying. "It's going to be ok, I promise- it's going to be ok." Frantic, you tried to stop the bleeding- god there was so much blood- as Dazai held tight to your hands.

"It's going to be ok- I promise." god, why was there so much blood.

He winced as you brought him into your arms, smiling up at your beautiful, tear stained face.

"You're here?"

"Of course I am," you laughed, another sob making your voice tight and small. "I'm right here."

He reached for your cheek, then cried out with a sound that pierced your soul and twisted the blade.

"It- it hurts so much- y/n please, can you make it stop hurting?"

"I wish I could," you whispered, leaning your head down to him so he could rest a palm against your cheek. "But it'll stop hurting soon, I promise. Just hold on a little longer for me, ok?

Keep your eyes on me."

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"It- wasn't your fault. Even if it meant dying a million times- I would protect you in every life."

"I never deserved you," you whispered.

"Liar," he smiled. "You were always too good for me. Never did I think I would get to love someone as good as you. But I need you to do one more thing for me."

"Anything."

"Promise me you'll keep living. Promise me you'll move on and- and promise me you won't stop your life for me. Just- make yourself as happy as I am right now. Make yourself as happy as I am to be here-

being held by you."

You smiled through your tears, caressed his face as his breathing got shallow, as his heartbeat got weaker. You kissed his face, his cheeks, his eyes as they fluttered shut, tried to press the memory of his peaceful expression onto your heart forever. You wiped the blood and dirt from his skin, tucked his coat around him like he was a child again, as loved and safe as any child could be. You told him stories and sang to him, hummed lullabies like you were trying to sing him to sleep. And with every moment he was still with you, you made him a new promise.

I love you

I'll stay with you

You're safe

You can rest

You made him promises until his grip on your hand went slack, until his breathing stopped, until you could no longer hold on. And then you screamed, cried, raged at his side, and made a promise you knew you could never keep. You told him you would be happy.

You lied, knowing your happiness died with him, knowing you could never love anyone the way you loved him.

The way you would always love him.

[jungle-angel]

The Skydancers (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You were once a mortal woman, loved unconditionally by a god of the sky. Yet when he took you as his wife, no one told you that your tasks in the heavens would be easy....yet for the two of you, it’s always worth it.

Notes: Inspired by the Greek God moodboards of @lewmagoo​ and @ryebecca, you guys are some of the most amazing content creators and I wanted to write a little story to go with them. 

Tagging: @sebsxphia @nobody7102​

Somewhere in the clouds you waited, completely unbothered by the other sky deities and creatures that flitted past you with hardly any heed or concern as to where they were going. The sun was shining brightly, the air warm as you walked along the clouds, waiting for your beloved to return from wherever he was. 

The shimmering little dream dragon with big, blue green eyes, suddenly lifted its little head, his tail twitching as he sensed the arrival of a familiar family member. 

A huge, broad grin suddenly grew across your face as you ran across the clouds, the winged sandals on your feet carrying you as far as they possibly could and the shimmering skirts of your light bronze chiton cool against your legs and ankles. You would have crashed right into Bob’s arms, save for the little bundle he carried in his arms. 

“I missed you my sweet,” he cooed as he pressed a sweet, airy kiss to your lips. 

“Where were you this time?” you asked him rather cheerfully. “Earth? The Otherworlds? Perhaps a little call from your uncle Hades?” 

Bob had opened his mouth to say something, but you could readily tell that something troubled him deep inside. Even the gentle, loving little touches of your fingers running down his exposed bicep didn’t do much to dispel what troubled him. 

Very gently, Bob revealed what lay within the blanket, the tiny little face of a newborn with little wisps of dark blonde hair. You were afraid to reach out and touch the delicate little face, fearing that the baby would wake and startle some of the creatures. But oh the little one was adorable! You wanted nothing more than to take them in your arms and hold them as your husband wrapped his arms around you......just as he had done when he fell in love with you.

“Where did he come from?” you asked, the curiosity gnawing at your brain. 

“Palace was sacked,” Bob answered sadly. “The little one was an orphan and.....(Y/n) it was awful. Uncle Hades he....he’s seen suffering, but not like that. He said he’d take the grown ones to Elysium, but the little ones are to be in our domain.” 

A pang of sadness and excitement all at once welled within you. You knew what it had been like to live a mortal life until Bob had taken you as his wife. You knew how precious life itself was, a gift that you hated to see squandered or cut short by the blade of a sword or bloodthirsty murderers who thought themselves better than the gods. You and Bob had wept tears of liquid gold for so many, even the lowliest slave who didn’t have a coin to their name. Yet there had been far greater joys as you had both seen, joys which made you both sing and kick up the wind just a little harder. 

Bob very carefully placed the little one in your arms, his little fist covering his mouth, a sign you knew a little too well from your mother-in-law, Hera. 

“Something tells me he’ll be awake soon,” you chuckled. 

“Hopefully not too soon,” Bob half laughed. 

You and Bob snuggled the little one until the skies had begun to turn all shades of rosy pink and lavender. All the creatures of the air had begun to turn in for the night, many of them curling up and settling into the clouds that turned into their warm little beds. 

You and Bob had just begun to settle into a rather large patch of clouds, the skies having turned a heavenly shade of dark blue velvet with the calming light of the full moon, when a squeaky little cry had caught you both off guard. 

You could instinctively feel it deep in your chest as you saw the little one’s tiny fists all balled up. You lifted him from his cloud cradle, unpinning one side of your chiton and letting him root before you felt those long, familiar fingers and those soft lips brushing against your exposed shoulder. 

“So much for sleep,” Bob chuckled. 

“He’ll sleep,” you hummed, your body buzzing as you felt Bob’s gentle fingers brushing against your sensitive, exposed breast. “It’ll take him time to get used to it, but at least he has us.” 

When the baby had finished, you and Bob kissed his little cheeks as his eyelids drooped shut, the two of you drawing up the clouds over you and the little one to keep warm in the night while one of Bob’s perfectly white wings covered the three of you like a bed canopy. Your little dream dragon curled himself up like a cat, his soft little trill almost like a purr as the two of you had begun to count the stars and the constellations that moved across the sky. Soon, the two of you had begun to drift off into your own dreams, happy and content with the world around you as the sounds of the heavens carried you into a deep and restful sleep. 

[daydream-cement]

The "I Love You"

Brienne of Tarth x Miranda Hilmarson

After 6 months of officially dating, Miranda gets the courage to tell Brienne how she truly feels.

Authors Note: This was written in collaboration with @bri-sonat. I wept while writing this with them.

The annual May rainstorm was taking the entirety of Sydney by, well, storm. There had been warnings issued to not venture outside until the weather settled for safety’s sake. All the roads were closed and covered in water, and Miranda stared at the drops as they slowly ran down the window pane of Brienne’s apartment. She had been there when the storm had rolled in, and now she was stuck there, not that she minded it in any way whatsoever.

Brienne was sat in her armchair with a book in hand, a cup of tea on the table next to her that she took eventual sips of. She didn’t know how long she and Miranda had been stuck inside, but it was obvious that the constable was starting to get bored.

Though her eyes were intently watching the torrential downpour, Miranda’s mind was focused on the soft music emitted from her phone and the images the melody conjured. The love songs from decades past always reminded Miranda of the knight and the urge to be near her girlfriend was only growing, “Hey, Bri...” Pivoting her gaze from the window to Brienne, the constable flashed the knight a smile, “So, since you were a Lady and noble-born, does that mean you were taught how to waltz?”

The Lord Commander wasn’t expecting that question and it caught her off-guard. She looked up from her book to meet Miranda’s eyes, a smile crawling up on her lips at seeing the constable’s smile. “Yes. I had to learn for formal events and such. It was obligatory. My father said it would help me in impressing my suitors when we danced and in turn cause one of them to make me his wife.”

“Maybe you should impress your current suitor with your abilities then?” Miranda grew more excited as Brienne divulged more details of her experience with learning to dance. The constable was out of her seat in a flash, skipping to the Lord Commander’s side and offering her outstretched hands, “Can you teach me, pleaaaaaaaase?” Knowing exactly how to get her way with Brienne, the Aussie gave a small pout and her best puppy dog eyes, positive her girlfriend couldn’t say no. 

Brienne could never say no to that face, she was never able to. Not even when they had known each other for a few hours. The knight smiled fondly up at the constable as she put her bookmark between the pages and closed the hardcover, placing it on the table next to her cup. “I’m not certain if I remember much, it’s been a while… but I could try.” 

Holding her hands up for Brienne, she cocked her head as she asked her question, “Well, where should I put my hands? I expect you will lead, right? That’s what one person does in a waltz? They lead?” 

The knight placed her hand in one of the constable’s outstretched as she stood up from her chair, gently leading her to an open space. “Well, I was taught to follow, but I observed the men, so I’m sure I could estimate how to lead.” Brienne stopped in the middle of her living room and turned to face Miranda. “Your hand should be on my waist and the other will be held in mine. And I will have mine on your shoulder.” The Westerosi woman softly pulled the Aussie’s hand to her waist before placing her own on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “Like this.”

“Feels a little awkward, doesn’t it?” Miranda let out a soft chuckle, not quite appreciating the forced distance between herself and Brienne. Settling into the new position, she grinned at the knight, ready for the next step, “Okay, what’s next?”

“It’s formally rigid. It’s supposed to look graceful and elegant,” Brienne explained as she held up her and Miranda’s entwined hands to their side. “I will take a step forward with my right foot, you will in return take one back with your left. Then I will step diagonally forward to the left with my corresponding foot which you will mirror with your right but back. Then I will step back with my left, and you will step forward with your right. Then I will step back diagonally to the right with the same foot and you will step forward with your left. Then we just repeat that. Maybe do some twirls and fancy dips or such.”

“Oh, geez, Bri... That is a lot to remember. I’m going to step on your feet or something.” Miranda was skeptical about her ability to be a successful dancer. The instructions Brienne provided should have been easy to understand, but they felt all jumbled in her brain. She turned her head downwards, focusing on her feet as she waited for Brienne to make the first move, “I’m apologizing in advance for whatever you are about to experience.”

Brienne chuckled slightly, endeared at Miranda’s reaction to the complex action that was waltzing. “It took me a while to master. I won’t expect you to be an expert in something you’ve never done. Remember, patience is a virtue, and practice makes perfect. I’ll be gentle and slow.” The knight took a careful step forward with her right, assessing the constable’s left in her peripheral to make sure she didn’t accidentally step on her foot.

Watching Brienne’s movements, Miranda countered to the best of her ability, stepping back with her left just as she was told. The knight couldn’t see the way Miranda’s brow was furrowed, nor should she see the way the constable bit her lip to focus on not messing up. Miranda watched Brienne slowly step forward in the diagonal movement with her left, making her prepared to counter backwards with her right. With each step, Miranda was mildly frustrated with how she forgot which step was coming next, “Did you like learning to do this?”

“You’re doing really well, you know,” Brienne assured, well aware of how agitated she felt when she learned how to do this as a child. “Not really. I was more interested in fighting with the boys than going to the lessons. My lector was quite aggrieved with me, as was my father. Right foot forward next, darling.”

The constable giggled at the direction Brienne gave, correcting herself accordingly as she was about to step with her left, “We might have been taught to dance during year six or seven, but I can’t remember. Waltzing isn’t the go-to dance in modern times... We have more of a slow dance that doesn’t require the learning of steps.” 

Humming at Miranda’s revelation of the modern timed waltz, Brienne’s hand on the constable’s shoulder snaked up to land on the back of the Aussie’s neck. “That is what I assumed. It is quite ‘ancient,’ from what I’ve heard our colleagues call it. Will you show me this slow dancing?”

“Waltzing has its place in modern times, I think. Although, slow dancing requires us to be closer... Much closer.” Miranda was hesitant in showing Brienne how to slow dance out of respect for the boundaries they had created to keep their relationship at a slower pace. While the constable loved physical touch, she was hesitant in most instances to initiate anything of the sort with Brienne in these early stages of their relationship, “Is that okay?”

“That is fine.” Brienne stopped their movements, lowered their raised arms, and awaited Miranda’s instructions as she looked at her girlfriend. “Tell me what to do.”

“It’s a little reversed. Your hands are on my waist and mine are on your shoulders or around your neck.” Miranda’s hands found Brienne’s, pulling her girlfriend a step closer to close the gap between the two of them. Though her heart was pounding in her ears, the constable fought through the nervousness and guided the knight’s hands to her hips, her own hands sliding over Brienne’s shoulders. There was always something about being close to Brienne that filled Miranda with intense excitement, “And then we kinda just sway to the music, I think. Slow dancing is more about being close to one another than anything.”

Running her hands up to Miranda’s waist, Brienne splayed her fingers out, her hands gently resting on her girlfriend’s sides. The knight laid her head on the constable’s shoulder, her mouth right next to the Aussie’s ear when she hummed in understanding. “I see. This is quite a charming dance. This never would’ve been accepted back in my time, my father would surely blow his lid if he saw this ‘blatant display of physical intimacy…’ for many reasons.”

Miranda brought herself a little closer to Brienne, not quite closing the gap between the two women entirely. Her eyes focused up on the ceiling, trying to ignore how much she loved the feeling of Brienne’s hands on her sides. With her hands meeting behind the knight’s head, Miranda spoke softly, inquiring a bit deeper into Brienne’s thoughts on the slow dance, “Do you like slow dancing so far?” Above all else, Miranda was praying to all of Brienne’s gods that the Lord Commander wouldn’t be able to hear her heart about to leap from her chest.

Brienne’s voice was low and vibrating when she answered Miranda’s question. “Mmmyeah. I can see how this would be commonly danced by romantic partners… it’s quite an intimate act.” The knight tilted her head slightly to place her nose in the crook of the constable’s neck, the throbbing of the Aussie’s jugular against her temple. The Lord Commander mumbled against her girlfriend’s collarbone, the quick beating concerning the Westerosi woman slightly. “Your heart is beating very fast… are you alright?”

Heat rose to Miranda’s face quickly, embarrassment making the constable wince as she searched for an adequate response. With one swift motion, the Aussie closed any sense of a gap between the women, one arm remaining wrapped around her girlfriend’s neck while the other raked its way through Brienne’s hair to hold the woman close, “I- I just really like you.” 

Snaking her hands to Miranda’s back to completely envelop her, Brienne’s hands rested on the constable’s lower back, her fingers entwined. “I really like you too.” The knight contently hummed once again, face still buried in the Aussie woman’s neck. “This is nice.”

Internally, the constable was beginning to give herself a pep-talk, feeling as though this could be the perfect moment to tell Brienne that she was in love with her. Yet she was struggling to push the words from her mouth. There was always the upsetting possibility Brienne would reject Miranda especially if the knight was feeling rushed. Everything felt too perfect, however, the Aussie knew she had to say something more as ‘I really like you’ didn’t quite describe the emotions she was feeling. 

“I love you?” The rampant thoughts in Miranda’s mind caused the tone to be more questioning than she intended, making the constable wish she never would have said anything at all.

Chuckling fondly into Miranda’s skin, Brienne decided to give her girlfriend a second chance but she also really wanted to tease her the slightest bit. “Is that a question, or a statement? You sound unsure.”

Brienne’s joking tone didn’t quite read with Miranda at the moment, making her feel incredibly anxious about her ‘I love you.’ Now she was very unsure if Brienne would reciprocate her statement. Sucking in a breath and slowly releasing it, Miranda spoke quietly, completely unsure of what Brienne wanted to hear, “Uhm, a statement?” 

Pulling Miranda closer to her, Brienne placed a chaste kiss on the constable’s collarbone before mumbling her response. “You still sound uncertain. But either way, I love you too.” The knight smiled towards the Aussie’s skin, having the urge to say just that for weeks.

Upon hearing Brienne’s reciprocation of feelings, the constable released a shaky breath, her hand wrapped around Brienne giving her muscular shoulder a squeeze while the hand on the back of the knight’s head began softly scratching at the woman’s scalp. She was incredibly relieved at not having to avoid telling Brienne how much she was loved because she was catching herself about to say ‘I love you’ frequently over the previous months. Turning her face towards Brienne, Miranda pressed a lingering kiss beneath the knight’s ear, “I have been in love with you for so long. I remember writing about how much I loved you when I came home from our time in Lucifer’s house.” 

“That was thirteen months ago, Mir. You’ve been able to keep it inside for a very long time... Well… I’m really glad you told me. Otherwise, I would’ve had to do it.” The knight’s hands found their way under Miranda’s shirt to rest on the bare skin of her lower back. “I’m so glad I made the decision to return to you so you were able to tell me and I was able to hear it.”

“How would you have told me? I’m sure it would have been better than my question.” A laugh rose up through Miranda, poking fun at herself for the manner in which she just admitted her feelings. There was no denying that the manner in which she told Brienne was very on brand for herself, “Much better...”

The knight was quiet for a moment, thinking about how she would have done it. She hadn’t given it much thought at all, but it had crossed her mind to say it before, during, or after their first time. “I do not know. I think I would let the fates choose the right moment. Though, this was so wonderfully you. Which makes it perfect.”

Miranda swore up and down Brienne always knew the perfect thing to say at any moment. Retracting her hands and adjusting their positioning to Brienne’s cheeks, Miranda interrupted their dancing to raise the knight’s face opposite her own. Thumbs brushing across Brienne’s cheeks, Miranda spoke softly, her face creeping closer to her girlfriend’s, “I’m going to kiss you now, if that is okay?” 

Flicking her eyes down to Miranda’s lips and leaving them there, Brienne nodded and breathed out her next words. “Please.”

As much as Miranda wanted to press her lips to Brienne’s in a searing kiss to demonstrate her love and desire for her girlfriend, she chose to make this kiss more tentative and gentle, needing the knight to give her any additional cues for anything further. Pausing, Miranda stared down at the Lord Commander’s lips, her right thumb shifting to trace a gentle line across the Westerosi woman’s bottom lip, muttering quietly as she did so, “I love you.” As her thumb moved away from the knight’s lips, she finally closed the gap between her lips and Brienne’s, pressing the lightest of kisses to her lips before pulling away slightly. 

The knight moved her hands from Miranda’s lower back to her waist and leaned forward to press another kiss to the constable’s lips, letting her lips remain on her girlfriend’s for a couple of seconds before placing a kiss on the corner of the cop’s lips, and then one on her cheek before whispering into her ear. “I love you.”