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samantha shannon kind of set the bar too high with nikeya and dumai like...i feel insane
#girls when they're the long lost daughter of an emperor and have to go on a journey with a dragon her best friend and her enemy#and then marry that enemy who is also a girl ❤️#god.#a day of fallen night
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for the meet-cute event, can you write a blurb about Eddie meeting an introverted girl who also likes dungeons and dragons? maybe he sees a D20 pin on her bag or they're in a game store and he strikes up a conversation there? ❤️ love u bestie, im so glad you began writing fanfic because I wouldn't have met you or red and then we wouldn't be married
Your meet cute happens in a Creative Writing class (featuring the College AU Eddie I know you adore)!
CW: College AU, shy!Reader WC: 542 Divider credit to @hellfire--cult
You loved the first day of the semester. Everything was just so new. New courses, new professors, even the crisp new syllabi had you excited for the next sixteen weeks.
Nerdy? Perhaps. But you embraced it wholeheartedly.
Your first class today was an elective: Creative Writing. Something to help balance out the heavier courses you needed for your major.
Sliding into an empty desk in the second row, you took a fresh notebook and a blue pen out of your backpack and placed the bag on the floor. The D20 pin on the front pocket pinged when it touched the metal table leg.
“Holy shit!”
You whipped around to see a lanky, curly-haired guy leaning out of his seat from the back row. He looked at your bag, then up at you.
“Is that a D20?” His chocolate brown eyes were alight with excitement.
Nodding, you forced yourself to focus on making conversation instead of how good looking this man was. You allowed your gaze to linger long enough to notice the litany of tattoos that decorated his arms. Bats, some sort of marionette…
The guy grinned. “You, uh you play?”
Another nod. Christ, say something. “Y-Yeah. I mean, I have a group back home. I don’t really know anyone here who plays,” you stuttered, hoping he couldn’t sense your nervousness. He was cute. Really cute.
He stretched out his hand, not caring that he bumped the arm of the person sitting in front of him. “Well, now you do. Eddie Munson, Dungeon Master. At your service.”
You took his hand and shook it, his grip firm but kind and his palm callused. Did you hold onto it for too long? Oh my God, you definitely did, and you definitely made things awkward.
To your surprise–and relief–Eddie didn’t jerk back in disgust. Nor did he look at you with any sort of pity. Instead, he leaned back in his seat with a knowing smile. “I’m starting up another campaign this week,” he said. “Our group meets Thursdays in the Porter Hall common room, second floor, at six PM. And we always order pizza or something so we don’t, y’know, starve to death.”
His dramatics brought a smile to your own face. “It would be pretty hard to slaughter our enemies on empty stomachs.”
“Exactly.” Eddie pointed a ringed finger at you. “I’m nothing if not a fair leader.”
“I can bring snacks, too,” you offered. It was the least you could do, considering he had extended the invitation to join in the first place.
Eddie placed a hand on his heart in exaggerated appreciation. “An angel on Earth. I’ll never turn down snacks. And if you got some of those ruffly potato chips, you’d be my personal hero.”
“I think I can do that.”
“Great.” Eddie looked like he had more to say, but the professor walked in then, so he just let out a sigh. “Let me walk you back to the dorms after class? I’d love to discuss some campaign ideas with a fellow DnD nerd.”
Your top tooth dug into your lower lip as you nodded again. Something fluttered in your stomach that couldn’t be satiated with ruffly potato chips.
The end of the lecture wouldn’t arrive fast enough.
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#meet? cute.#eddie munson#eddie x reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie stranger things#stranger things fanfic#fanfic
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The sea and the fire
“Fire and water looked so lovely together. It was a pity they destroyed each other by nature.” - R.F Kuang
Summary : when you're married to your childhood sweetheart who becomes your enemy and you get lost in the terrible maze of politics.
[previous chapter] [masterlist]
Rating : None for now, will be explicit 18+ later MDNI
Pairing : Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon/Strong!niece!Reader (There will be some Cregan Stark x Reader later)
TW : none for now except not proofread. TW will be added as the story progresses.
Words count : 4408
AN : Hi everyone!! I hope you're all doing well. So, MONTHS later, I've finally decided to post chapter 2. Sorry for the wait.
[About this story This fanfiction is inspired by an RP I started with my girlfriend (@irmawrites, go check her work) in early 2023, which is still ongoing. My girlfriend writes for her OC (who is the daughter of Viserys and Alicent) as well as for Aemond and Cregan, while I write for my OC (who is the daughter of Rhaenyra) as well as for Aegon and Cole mostly. This fanfiction doesn't cover exactly the same events, I've changed some things, added some others and omitted some. But it follows the main storyline. The character of Irma is a nod to my girlfriend and is based on another of her OCs (Alicent's niece). I'm keen to turn this story into fanfiction and I hope you'll like it! ❤️ I know there's a ton of fanfiction out there based on the Aemond x Rhaenyra's daughter trope. If you don't like it, if you feel uncomfortable, or if you've read too much of it, I'd suggest you read another fanfiction written by one of the many talented authors on this platform ❤️ The story will unfold in several arcs, with the first arc building up the relationship between the reader and Aemond. The tone is therefore lighter. The following arcs (which I can't wait to get to!!) will gradually introduce a lot more angst (my favourite thing to write). The tone will be radically different. Overall, the fanfiction will sometimes be based on elements of the book, and sometimes on the show, with my own interpretations. Please bear in mind that my dialogue will sound very "modern" because I struggle to write medieval dialogue in English, as it's not my mother tongue.]
Also English is not my first language, so sorry for the grammar mistakes !!
After all that talk, ENJOY <3
Chapter 2 : Familiarity
There was a sense of renewed familiarity.
You had regained your childhood bedroom and with it your landmarks. Of course, you still missed Dragonstone. And that could seem strange to some - Dragonstone was just a damp cave, a pile of stones perched on a rock. You were in King's Landing, now. You lived in opulence, in a royal comfort unmatched by the perch above the sea where you had spent most of your youth.
But Dragonstone had a charm you couldn't find in King's Landing. Perhaps it was the stillness of the library where you spent all your time, lost among the scrolls of parchment and the thick tomes, or perhaps it was the sound of the crashing waves that rocked you on stormy nights, you weren't sure.
But somehow a sense of familiarity had returned. Your old room hadn't changed much, despite Alicent's questionable alterations to the decoration of the Red Keep. You had found an old toy in the shape of a dragon, and even some old paper on which you had practised your precise handwriting under the strict gaze of a stern Septa when you were a child. It was a memory frozen in time, a kind of testimony to the past. A room that reflected the little girl you were when you left King's Landing.
But perhaps you could change it to your liking, to reflect the young woman you had become. Perhaps it was a way of keeping you occupied before you left again. After all, your mother had promised that your stay would only be temporary. Just time to sort out some inheritance issues. Time to try and heal your family's wounds. Time to secure your family's future. As if the hope of you all rested on your shoulders; the only guarantee that your family wouldn't descend into a bloody escalation, or something like that.
And yet, even though you'd only been here a short time, you'd already gotten into trouble, and it was Aemond himself who had to rescue you. You hated the idea.
You hated the fact that he'd come to your aid.
You hated the fact that you owed him, that you were indebted to him.
Fortunately, your little escapade hadn't been reported - you didn't want to disappoint your mother, or see the reproachful look on her face, even though you were aware that she might not be in the best position to make a comment. You were close to your mother. You were her eldest. You were her only daughter. She cherished and loved you, and you knew you could share everything with her. But you cherished your secret freedom, and you feared that her concern for her only daughter would give her the bad idea of assigning you closer supervision.
You didn't need a chaperone. You valued what little freedom your condition as a daughter afforded you.
As you slipped under the sheets, your thoughts kept returning to Aemond. The way he'd protected you, the way he'd carried you on his shoulder - it was humiliating, you weren't an object. And the way you had planted a kiss on his cheek. An impulsive act. A foolish act. You had to admit that you weren't averse to doing it again.
It just didn't make sense. Why had he come looking for you when he'd never answered your letters? He'd probably felt superior, after calling you and your brothers bastards, he'd probably decided you weren't good enough to be his friend anymore. All this time, all these years, you'd been waiting for a word from him - a mere reply to the letters you'd sent. It never came. You concluded that your friendship had ended, in silence, after all you had done for him; after reassuring him, after holding his hand while the maester tried to repair the broken flesh on his face as best he could.
Had he really been your friend for even one day, or had it all been a facade, a role he'd played? Had he ever been sincere?
You were furious.
Rhaenyra had stroked your hair through every disappointment that gripped your heart like the loving mother she was. Daemon - Daemon had soothed you in his own way, telling you again and again that Aemond wasn't a good man, and that you would save your heart by forgetting him.
But now he had come looking for you. Something had changed. He had taken a step in your direction. You were lost. You were angry, but it was not just anger. There was something else underneath that pile of confusion and resentment. His approach unsettled you. Every step he took towards you, every word he said, sent a whirlwind of conflicting emotions through you. A burning curiosity. An irresistible attraction.
You hated yourself for thinking it, but maybe your betrothal wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe you could retrieve the complicity of your childhood.
Maybe it had never really disappeared.
In the early hours of the morning, the smell of warm bread tickled your nose even before you felt the warmth of the sun's rays through your chamber window. You rolled onto your side to steal a few more minutes of comfort, stifling a grunt into your pillow. You waited fatefully for the moment when Celia or Jeyne would come and wake you.
"Wake up you lazy groundhog, you've got things to tell me!"
But the high-pitched, overly cheerful voice that echoed around your room wasn't Celia's, and it certainly wasn't Jeyne's. You sat up immediately, as if someone had thrown a bucket of water over you, your fingers rubbing your tired eyes to make sure you weren't dreaming.
Irma Hightower was standing in your room, in a gown more extravagant than ever. You wanted to throw yourself into her arms.
"It was usually me who overslept in the morning and you who had to wake me up," Irma exclaimed, placing the tray she carried awkwardly under her arm on the table with a loud clatter, causing the tea to overflow from the cup and drip onto the wooden table. "But I reckon that sneaking out seems tiring." She punctuated his remark with a knowing wink before dusting off her dress as if she'd just worked in the straw or done the most strenuous physical labour in the world.
Still too sleepy to make sense of your friend's words, you frowned as you looked around for your two handmaidens, the ones who woke you up every morning, helped you get dressed and brought you your meal. "Where are -"
"I dismissed them for the rest of the morning," Irma replied without letting you finish the sentence. That explained the tray and the near disaster. "But here's your breakfast. Gods, did you know a tray was thatheavy? " She paused briefly, barely giving you time to wake up properly.
Irma Hightower was a tornado. She swept away everything in her path - she carried away hearts and minds with equal ease, leaving a whirlwind of chaos behind her. Wherever she went, she stirred the air with unbridled energy, forcing others to adapt to her frenetic pace or be wiped out by her determination. But it would be a lie to say you weren't happy to see her. You sat down on the edge of the bed and stretched, your arms reaching for the ceiling before tilting your head to one side. A smile curved the corner of your lips as you watched your friend. You wondered what Irma was doing in your room in the early hours of the morning, especially when, last you heard, she was supposed to be in Oldtown furthering her education.
To tell the truth, you might have had an idea why she was here. You just didn't want to subject yourself to your friend's interrogation - some secrets should remain your secrets.
And what you'd done yesterday was one of them.
"'So?" she asked with a mixture of overflowing curiosity and impetuosity, her brown curls twirling around her face.
"So what?" you sighed as you went behind your dressing screen to remove your nightgown. You slipped into a flowing ocean-blue dress adorned with pearls and embroidery - one of your favourite gowns, a creation that reminded you of your favourite element: the sea.
Unlike your brothers, you weren't made of fire and blood. You were made of sea and storm, and you knew deep down that this was perhaps hypocritical - your own appearance reminded you of it every day. But it was what your heart had always told you, and you'd come to believe it, too. The feeling of your feet in the water and the breeze on your face, its salty taste against your lips, was the one that brought you the most comfort.
"So what happened yesterday ?” Irma insisted. Her voice grew impatient. "I saw you.”
But you ignored her, busy wriggling to reach the lacing at the back of your dress. In vain. You weren't flexible enough. "Since you've decided to play the handmaid today, help me get dressed," you replied, appearing on one side of the screen, your hands gripping the fabric tightly, your back to her. Irma rose with a long sigh - it was just for show, you knew - and came over to you. You smiled mischievously. You had to admit that you enjoyed seeing her in this role, so opposite to who she really was. You wondered what her time in Oldtown had been like; whether she'd been treated like the spoilt brat she truly was, or whether, on the contrary, she'd had to learn patience, faith and discipline - all qualities that didn't characterise her.
"I could actually keep you as my lady in waiting, you know. You'd be good for that. Forced to follow me everywhere, I'd love that."
You didn't need to see her to know that she rolled her eyes. " I am the Queen's niece. I was made for more than that."
When her fingers became tangled in the lacing of your dress, she spoke again, her voice caressing the back of your ear as she tugged at the lacing with a little more force: "You haven't answered my question."
How could you forget that Irma was so perceptive? And above all, how could you forget that when Irma wanted something, it was impossible for her not to get it? You weren't going to get away. She would insist, until you fell for her angelic pout and her round eyes that tried to win you over.
It reminded you of your shared youth - the times you spent together, swapping secrets and gossip, talking about your joys and sorrows. You had been inseparable before you were forced to return to Dragonstone, and she to Oldtown.
"Nothing happened. At least nothing like you may think," you admitted, turning to smooth the front of your dress. You whirled around, the fabric rising gently around you like a bluish wave. "How do I look?"
"I wouldn't describe being carried around like a sack of flour on your dark uncle's shoulder as nothing. Especially in your family."
Irma inspected your outfit, her eyes expertly examining you from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, looking for the slightest detail that would have spoiled her work. She brushed away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across your face.
"Did he kiss you?" Her eyebrows arched, her mouth forming a playful pout of false surprise. She was clearly determined to decipher your every secret, to expose them. You hesitated for a moment, to cast doubt, to let her imagine more - but you were afraid of the repercussions this might have on you. You weren't sure that Irma knew how to hold her tongue. And you didn't want to risk exposing yourself to Aemond's irritation over false rumours. Not when you'd planned to play with him a bit; to prove to him that you had the upper hand, that you could have him wrapped around your little finger and drive him mad. You were still suspicious of him. You hadn't really figured him out yet. You just knew he'd changed since the last time you'd seen him, but you weren't sure how much.
"No, he didn't kiss me," you repeated, putting the same emphasis on the word as your friend. You walked over to the table to sip your still steaming cup of tea. You could feel Irma's round eyes on your back - she was waiting for you to say more. She probably had a dozen unanswered questions: why had Aemond brought you back like this? Where had you been? Who had you been with? What had you done? But you didn't answer right away, biting into the crusty bread.
"He just... came to fetch me," you finally admitted between two bites, your mouth half full - it was a far cry from the princess manners in which you'd been raised. Sitting on your bed, Irma stared at you with her brown eyes - the same as her aunt's. "I was with Aegon. In King's Landing. And I got lost."
That was enough. Irma didn't need to know everything; after all, it wasn't a lie if you only omitted certain details that you deemed relatively unimportant.
Or that Irma didn't need to know.
But the revelation provoked a silence. Your friend didn't answer immediately. Her eyes narrowed, revealing a fine line between her eyebrows, and her lips pursed into a bitter pout. She looked troubled, her fingers twitching in her lap. "I didn't know you were close to Aegon."
If you didn't know her so well, you wouldn't have detected the note of reproach in her voice. Was it jealousy? Was your friend jealous of the time you spent with Aegon?
You weren't sure you understood. He was married - and more importantly, as you remembered, Irma hated him for his debauchery and the alcohol he drank to excess.
But this was no time to argue, and you preferred to play it safe. There would be plenty of time for your investigation later, when Irma's suspicions would be at rest. "He's my uncle and... he suggested he show me the streets of King's Landing because I was feeling bored."
And the idea seemed liberating at the time. A moment of stolen freedom, away from the court, away from your duties. Where you were no longer the model princess, the paragon of virtue, but just another girl, lost in anonymity. You weren't sure she understood - she'd always loved the court, the gowns and the politics. You too, of course. It would be a lie to say you weren't made for it; for the life your status as a princess could offer you. You cherished the comforts and loved the responsibilities that came with your role. But sometimes those same responsibilities –��and duty above all - stifled you. You needed solitude. To be somewhere else.
"It's dangerous. You could have been harmed!" Irma said, crossing her arms over her chest with an air of concern and annoyance. "You can't just follow a man like Aegon into the city," she sighed.
Some truth was hidden in her words, and you were aware of your lack of rationality, of the stupidity of your foolishness. The danger you had put yourself in, too, for if Aemond hadn't intervened... You didn't want to think about it. The dirty hands and lecherous looks those men gave you still made you shudder. All those risks for an illusory feeling of freedom, wasn't it a high price to pay?
Aemond had come for you. The humiliation still burned on your cheeks.
"Lost in your thoughts?" Irma asked impatiently, offering you her arm as if she'd waited too long for you to come out of your reverie, "thinking about your Prince Charming again?"
You gave her a little tap on the arm, your eyes raised to the sky at the broad smile that stretched her lips, but you accepted her invitation anyway. "Fine, let's go. I heard that they are training this morning. And I know you're not indifferent to Dornish charm." You winked at her. And arm in arm, you and Irma walked through the corridors of the Red Keep towards the courtyard.
Aemond's movements were precise and swift. Faced with Ser Criston's Morningstar, he moved skilfully, as nimble as a cat. You leaned against the parapet of the ramparts; your eyes riveted on the two silhouettes that seemed to be dancing in the courtyard amidst the small crowd that had gathered around them. Irma didn't miss a moment of the spectacle, and you wondered if there was a man she didn't find charming. Aemond, probably. You knew she didn't bear any affection for him - he was too serious, too stern. Too scary, too.
"Did you get tired of Oldtown, is that why you're here?" you asked teasingly, glancing briefly at Irma.
She leaned towards you as if to share a secret, not taking her eyes off the show the two men were offering. "They didn't want me anymore," she confided. "I used to drive the maesters and the septas mad. It was amusing."
You should have known better. Irma was too stubborn and brash to be around men and women who had dedicated their lives to knowledge. She was intelligent, there was no denying that, but she lacked the patience and diligence that the study of texts demanded. Though she had spent her childhood in King's Landing, perfecting her courtly education at her aunt's side, her rebellious attitude had sent her straight back to Oldtown. And then, she had threatened the Maesters and the Septas - she belonged at Court and she was convinced of it.
"And how is Daeron?"
"As courteous and charming as ever," she replied.
Aemond disarmed Cole and everyone applauded; including Jace and Luke, who you could recognise in the crowd. Your betrothed's eyes shifted from the spot he was staring at in the crowd - your brothers? - and looked up at you for a moment. You wondered if Aemond had seen you, if he had felt your gaze on him, and if that was why he had become fiercer in his attacks. A strange sensation arose in your belly, as if a swarm of butterflies were fluttering in your stomach, making your heart beat faster. You forced yourself to suppress your emotions, which you blamed on all the time you'd spent away from Dragonstone. You refused to admit that it was Aemond's gaze that you sought more than any other, especially after the events of the previous day. Especially when you could still feel his skin against yours, his firm hands around your body, his face just a few inches from yours.
You wondered what had possessed you to kiss him on the cheek.
You wanted to play with him, that was certain. But you refused to subject your heart to the whims of love. Not after the heartache you'd felt when you found out he'd forgotten you so easily.
It was nothing serious.
You met Aemond's gaze. The intensity of his lilac eye had this very capacity to send shivers down your spine. He didn't even crack a smile, and looked away as if nothing had happened.
"I'll see you later," Irma said, squeezing your arm, before turning on her heels to - presumably - find some male company. Once you were alone, you walked down the steps that led from the ramparts to the courtyard. Your steps instinctively brought you to where Aemond was standing, ready to sheathe his sword.
If he seemed surprised to see you, he didn't show it. His icy eye rested on you, unreadable as ever.
"Lady Strong."
"We should talk," you began, ignoring the unpleasant way he had just addressed you. Lady Strong. The nickname left a sting of humiliation, and under normal circumstances you would have reacted. You would have defended yourself, you would have thought of something witty to retort - but today you had decided to take a step towards peace. You had decided to show that you hadn't come here with any animosity, even though everything inside you was screaming to make him swallow his insolence.
"There is nothing to talk about," he replied mechanically. Cold. Distant. Disinterested. Syllables sharp and icy.
But yes, there were a thousand things to talk about; the betrothal that would lead to your certain future marriage, the events of yesterday, the letters he had never answered, his hostile and cold attitude towards you. There were all these things and more, but neither of you seemed to know how or where to begin.
"About yesterday -"
"I haven't spoken a word to anyone. Your little secret is safe with me. You can rest assured, niece."
That's not what you meant. It wasn't that you wanted to talk about - it was everything around it; it was the reasons, it was how he had found out, it was the consequences, it was the kiss on his cheek, it was the thick tension between you that you were sure he had felt too. It was all these things.
You took a step towards him. Suddenly you felt yourself bubbling. And as if you'd grown wings, you closed the distance between you without looking away.
"Why?" you asked, your tone more urgent. You wanted to push him over the edge. You wanted him to admit what you knew for a fact that he would never be able to. "You could expose me. Tell everyone about my little escapades. Make me lose all credibility. End our betrothal." You paused, leaning your body towards him, your warmth mingling with his.
You felt him hold his breath. He tensed, straightening his neck, tilting his head slightly to the side to watch you.
"Why exactly would I do that, Lady Strong?"
Because you hate me, you were tempted to reply. Because you hate me, just as you hate my brothers. Because you cut me off all those years ago, without a word. And despite all the affinities that could bring you together, despite the fond memories of your shared childhood and your closeness, despite the love you harboured for him, you were loyal to your siblings, like he was to his. Whatever you did, you would always be associated with them. Your family. So wasn't it normal for him to see you as an extension of the hatred he felt for them?
At your silence, he continued, this time in High Valyrian: "I am not the one who despises the other. You know that."
Hate was nothing more than a form of passion.
But you weren't sure it was hate you felt for Aemond - no, the hate would come later, stronger, hotter than ever. For now, you felt disappointment and a form of betrayal after the friendship that had bound you together for more than a decade.
"I am not the one who is determined to make you my enemy."
Enemy, like water to fire. Trying to destroy each other by nature.
"And yet, you treat me like one," you replied. Sharpness staining your voice.
He let out a hm. He was still staring at you; the sensation was almost disturbing. He took a step in your direction, violating your breathing space. You had to lift your head to maintain eye contact. Then he leaned towards you, the corner of his lips turned up slightly in a smirk.
"I wouldn't have come to rescue you if you were my enemy."
The words barely out of his mouth, he straightened and took a step back, giving you the courtesy to walk away as your cheeks turned red. You didn't need him to remind you of what had happened yesterday. The memory was still frozen in your mind, clear and intact. The ghost of his touch like a burn. You wondered if he felt the same; if he thought about your lips on his cheek, if they had left an invisible, indelible mark on his skin, like his fingers on yours.
You had to change the subject. Quickly. Before you got caught at your own game.
Your hand came to rest on the hilt of his sword on the table beside the training area. You lifted it. It felt heavy in your hand, still warm from Aemond's grip.
It was strange, this power in your hand. A weapon that could take a life. Too big and unsuitable for your delicate fingers, but fascinating.
"Teach me."
"No," he replied immediately, following your every move with his icy gaze, as if he feared you might hurt yourself. You rested the heavy sword on the wooden table before turning. You approached him again.
"Daemon taught me how to use a dagger. At least he taught me where to aim to hurt." You flatten your hand against his chest, just below his ribcage. His body stiffens beneath your palm. "He said it was to protect me from dangerous men." Your gaze travelled from your hand to his eyes.
Aemond chuckled. He didn't try to push you away. On the contrary, he kept your hand pressed against him. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, and he guided your hand to his jugular, where you could feel his heart throbbing against your fingertips.
"First lesson: that is where you aim to kill." Caught off guard, you tried to withdraw your hand, but Aemond held it in place, your fingertips on his skin, your eyes both searching and challenging each other. The air was charged. Tense. Like a cloud before a storm. You held your breath. "But you wouldn't dare hurt a fly."
He released your wrist and gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to step back until your back hit the table. He leaned in. His face so close to yours that you could almost feel his warm breath melting into yours. A few inches and you could close the gap between your lips. A few inches and -
"Well, niece. I hope to see you for dinner. And, of course, I expect you to behave."
With that he released you. With that, he turned on his heel.
He stopped. And without looking back, he added: "And please. Don't make a habit of me saving you.
Well, you were evenly matched.
#aemond x reader#aemond fanfiction#aemond x you#aemond x y/n#hotd x reader#aemond targaryen fanfic#aemond x fem!reader#aemond targaryen x reader#hotd fanfic#the sea and the fire
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hi everyone here is art, tashi, and patrick with random headcanons i have of them<3 i have first time saying i love you headcanons coming up!
Art Donaldson
- incapable of fixing his face
- for example, if you guys are at a party n someone says something wild, he reacts SO viscerally
- literal whole body reaction
- extremely ticklish
- you found this out on accident, you were cuddling in bed and your foot poked him while you were adjusting yourself
- he reacted without meaning to and kicked you (not that hard)
- he felt so bad but you were dying from laughter, ofc he’s the ticklish type
- likes to bite you whenever you cuddle
- it started off as a joke but he genuinely loves to gently bite when you don’t expect it and hear your soft gasps in response
- it’s half because he thinks it’s cute n half because it kinda turns him on
- wants to impress you so bad that he’ll read up on something you like n then carefully drop it in the conversation
- he does it as nonchalantly as possible except it’s impossible for him to be truly nonchalant so he’s very obviously glancing at you with a small smile
- would unironically wear the i ❤️ my gf shirt
- little spoon champion
- likes when you’re little spoon but he LOVESSS when you’re big spoon
Tashi Duncan
- also totally incapable of fixing her face
- she can hide shock but she cannot hide dislike, if she doesn’t like something you will know
- hyperfixates on meals
- like she ate this breakfast wrap you randomly made for her for a month straight
- likes when you cook for her because she’ll stand behind you and hug you the whole time
- so dead serious about game night
- you are the love of her life but during game nights you are the enemy
- likes horror movies so she can cuddle up with you
- she’s not really that scared but it’s nice having you next to her when a jump scare pops up
- loves hand holding, she’ll seek out your hands n doesn’t even realize she’s doing it
- cute thing she does is she’ll craft backstories for random people you see walking down the street
- it’s hilarious because she gives very fleshed out background to people you see briefly
- “that guy? cheating on his wife with his secretary who’s also married and has a kid his age” she likes to make the stories messy
- will do anything to make you laugh, really truly obsessed with your face
Patrick Zweig
- he cannot whisper for the life of him
- sees a girl you had beef with in high school n he basically yells “oh my god is that the girl?? the one who had sex with your boyfriend??”
- it’s a mix of not caring n also just not being aware
- extreme tease but if you tease him back he’s heartbroken
- started doing this 👉🏽👈🏽 ironically just to fuck with you but he can’t stop doing it now
- “hey babe, can you please put my bag in the car?👉🏽👈🏽”
- it has consumed him
- extremely stubborn
- also very prideful, it absolutely kills him when he has to speak up n ask for something
- extreme staring problem
- if something crazy is happening in public, he’ll just stare even if it’s really obvious
- doesn’t let you carry your bag
- he can have 100 bags in his hands and he’ll still find a way to carry your little purse
just silly thoughts, enjoy!
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Hey lovely!! Could you do a Cassian Andor x (f) reader? I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers. I like the whole “you annoy me and piss me off” relationship that ends up in a situation where they are stuck together for something and end up in a fight where they suddenly realize they have feelings! I love allowing creators to have their own space to create, so if you wanna do something else entirely, please feel free too!!
❤️ take care of yourself
Thank you SO much, this is a great request! I am a sucker for enemies to lovers too. I hope you don't mind, but I had a similar Cassian request from Anon at the same time about Cassian x Reader having to go undercover to Canto Bight as a couple which I thought would work well with yours so I merged them. (Anon, I also hope you don't mind the merging and that you can find this ok as I don't know if/how I can reply to two asks in the same post?)
Also, I want to thank everyone who has interacted with my writing so far.
Requests for Character x Reader fics are currently open in my Asks. Please read the guidelines first. Keep 'em coming.
-Birdy
Title: Charade Fandom: Star Wars Setting: Between Andor and Rogue One Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Enemies to lovers; Action/adventure; Fluff Warnings: Moderate sexuality; moderate swearing; mild violence/peril; brief mentions of loss of family/friends by Reader. Pairing: Cassian Andor x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: approx 10k (oops)
Summary: You and Captain Cassian Andor have to negotiate your personal differences and difficult history when you are both assigned to go on an undercover operation to the Galaxy's playground for the super-rich, Canto Bight, as a married couple.
Prologue
Your first mission as a spy for the Rebel Alliance has taken you to Carida. The objective; to infiltrate and sabotage the Imperial Naval Yard there then get out as quickly and quietly as possible.
As it turns out, the mission is doomed from the outset. An Imperial mole who somehow dug their way into the very heart of Rebel Command on Yavin 4 has alerted the Empire to your plans.
Your team of six hardly made it five kilometers from the rust-bucket of a ship Rebel Leadership had assigned to you when you were intercepted by an Imperial patrol.
The firefight was brief. The Stormtroopers were green, even more so than you. You wondered with a pang of unexpected sympathy whether they'd come fresh from the Imperial Academy which was also based on Carida. There were far more seasoned combatants amongst your own unit and the fight was over before it had really began.
Still, that's when you'd lost poor Lily to a Trooper's blaster bolt. You're not even sure he was aiming at her. She'd fallen against you and you'd twisted your ankle as you'd spun to the ground following a futile attempt to hold her upright as if that would negate the fatal injury she'd just sustained.
Now, as you limp up the ridge of the hill you feel a swell of relief as you see that you are almost back to the clearing where the ship is stowed. But as you catch a glimpse of the hunk of old metal, you realise with horror that you are not out of the woods yet.
The Empire uses decrepit shuttles just like this one for for training cadets at the Academy. That's why High Command had insisted you take it - to blend in. You'd nicknamed it Tenacity because the old girl just wouldn't die and the name had stuck.
The ancient vessel doesn't do anything quickly until it's up in the air. Then she's sharp as a razor. But she has a complicated manual override for emergency take-offs whereby the crew need pump fuel round the engines a few times using an externally stowed generator.
Good for training Imperial cadets for problem solving and how to make the best of old tech. Not so good for spies who need a quick exit.
You're the engineer, it should have been you who hooked the ship up to the generator. But with your injury you are too slow and so the others went on ahead to start without you. You are sure you gave correct and clear instructions, but in his panic, it looks like Rogdul has connected the ports up all wrong. Dangerously so.
Overhead, you hear the scream of Imperial TIE fighters and you launch yourself into the nearby undergrowth. You count them. Four. They are searching the valley for you. They pass, but they'll be back in less than a minute. It's impossible that they haven't spotted the ship in the forest clearing.
From your hiding place you hear the ship's engines burst into life. Inside, you imagine Rogdul and Anya carrying out hurried pre-flight checks. Baslin is probably taking up position in the gunner's hatch, hoping to see some action.
No, you think. Not like this.
But you can reach the ship and fix the problem. You know you can. The whole thing will blow if you don't and that's not an option.
You dart out towards the Tenacity, but someone intercepts you, slamming into you with a body tackle and dragging you roughly back to cover through the mud. Soon, you're seated up against them, your back pressed into their chest, their arms and legs wrapped around you like a vice.
It's Captain Cassian Andor, you realise, your superior officer and the lead operative on this mission. You'd completely forgotten that he was even further behind the hasty retreat than you, taking up the rear and keeping watch for more Imperial patrols on your tail.
You don't care who it is. You struggle and writhe furiously against him, desperate to get away and stop the impending disaster you can see unfolding before your eyes. But Andor holds you fast against him as if you were a child having a tantrum.
"Let me go, I can fix it!" you scream over the howl of the returning TIEs.
"You can't, it's too late!" Andor shouts back into your ear.
As if on cue, the generator connected to the side of the ship starts to spark wildly, just as you knew it would. You watch helplessly as the fuel cells hidden within the Tenacity ignite with a deafening bang and whoosh of flame as the ship goes up in a hellish fireball.
A second later, the TIEs make their second pass. There's no need for them to bother firing their weapons. The devastation from the explosion is catastrophic.
They do it anyway.
Two years later
You are on approach to Canto Bight, Cantonica's capital city - the Galaxy's playground for the wealthy.
Captain Cassian Andor is in the pilot's seat, following instructions from the flight control tower. You'll sit down in a moment, but right now, you are desperately trying to sort the sticking-up collar of his cream shirt which is made of expensive looking silk.
Irritated, he tries to bat your hand away, but you are persistent.
"Kriff's sake, Andor, just let me do it," you mutter.
"I'm not a child," he says petulantly, but he relents.
There. Now he looks the part in his fine clothes. He's tidied his short beard and moustache so that the stubble is cropped neatly to the sharp contours of his chiselled face. His dark brown hair is neatly parted at the side, although it's perhaps still a little long...
You don't look too shabby either, bedecked in a knee-length silk day dress of sky blue, accompanied by a cloak of dusky purple which is draped elegantly across your shoulders. The Rebellion went to great lengths to fund this operation and they certainly didn't skimp on the provision of suitable attire. It's essential that you fit in.
"I look fine, you look fine, stop fussing," Andor says dismissively, noticing as you smooth out a couple of annoying wrinkles in your dress and swish out the skirt to make sure the fabric is lying properly.
"I think you look lovely," K-2SO, Andor's droid and almost constant companion, pipes up from the co-pilot's chair, "and that Cassian looks like he's swallowed an Endor fire hornet."
"You don't think," Andor retorts, "That's just circuits misfiring randomly in your head..."
K-2 turns to you with a mechanical whirr, and if he had the ability to conjure expressions, this one would read:
See? I told you.
You stifle a laugh and drop down into the passenger seat behind the droid.
The first time you'd met the hulking re-programmed Imperial security droid had been that fateful day on Carida. You and Andor had shivered miserably in silence for hours by the wreckage of the Tenacity as the rain lashed down, making little difference to the fearsome fuel-accelerated flames which devoured the ship. The Empire, in their arrogance, didn't bother to send out a patrol to check the site.
Then, late into the night, K-2 had finally arrived in Cassian's own ship under cover of darkness. With your injured ankle having swollen to twice its usual size, the gargantuan droid had lumbered over, scooped you up, and carried you with surprising gentleness into the vessel. Ever since, you've always enjoyed his company and his sardonic wit.
Your relationship with Andor, on the other hand, has been tumultuous since its inception. He's always been frosty and stand-offish with you. You sometimes wonder if your presence reminds him of the disaster on Carida the way his does to you.
Whatever his reasoning, his uncompromising demeanour has always brought out your worst qualities when you're around him, especially your stubbornness and your dislike of being told what to do. You've never gone so far as insubordination under his command, but when you disagree with him, you have a unique knack for finding your own way to interpret his orders. This always has the infinitely satisfying effect of winding him up.
Anyway, this time won't be like Carida. And despite your personal differences, you and Andor have worked together successfully - though admittedly never harmoniously - many times since.
Your objective is simple enough. You're looking for a business man, Dreylan Balgo. He's not yet thirty, but he's the biggest supplier of Imperial weapons in the Galaxy. You need to obtain his biometric signature and transmit it back to Alliance High Command. They'll then use it to access the designs and blueprints of the weapons his company is designing for the Empire and eventually send agents in as factory workers to sabotage various key elements.
As Andor and K-2 make the final approach to Canto Bight you look out the window. Below you, the dark sea glitters and ahead, the shining spires of the beautiful city glow golden in the evening sun.
You close your eyes as a flash of a childhood memory dances across your brain. You came here with your parents once when you were nine or ten. That's partly why you've been chosen for this mission. You used to move in these circles.
K-2 drops the shuttle neatly on to the landing pad which juts out over the water.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," the droid quips as you exit.
It's winter on Cantonica. As you step out onto the platform, the breeze is chilly but pleasantly fresh and you can hear the steady crash of waves against the cliffs below you.
At the entrance to the structure, you pause a minute to take in the monolithic doors, ornately carved and inlaid with beautiful coloured glass which catches the light of the setting sun with dazzling beauty. The doors open and you and Andor step into the elaborate marble halls of Canto Bight's most luxurious resort as newlyweds Mr and Mrs Race Pax.
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The suite you are staying in is as lavish as the rest of the place, but it is small. The coiffeurs of the Rebel Alliance do have their limits.
"What are you doing?" You ask, suddenly stopping your own unpacking to observe Andor throwing an assortment of pillows and blankets onto the ground.
"I'm taking the floor like a gentleman."
"Don't be stupid," you snort, "What if the maid comes in and sees this..." you gesture to the collection of blankets on the floor, searching for a fitting description "...gentleman's pillow fort?"
The most important thing on this mission is that your cover needs to be believable. And, perhaps tantamount to that, if Andor is tired, he'll be even grumpier than usual and you don't think you could deal with that.
He straightens and sighs, repeatedly slapping the cushion he has been plumping with unnecessary force.
One thing you and Andor have never been around each other is shy. Having spent weeks at a time together in miserable, hastily erected camps, cramped transports, and underground bunkers in the service of the Alliance, the necessity of living in close quarters with him stamped that out quick. You've learned to move in each other's personal space with ease and usually without any awkwardness, so you can't fathom why he's making a meal of it now.
He looks at you defiantly for a moment longer before accepting defeat.
"Fine," he says, as he starts to pick up the elements of his makeshift camp bed and throwing them back on the bed, "Fine, but if you snore, I won't hesitate to kick you out."
"If I snore?!"
That was rich.
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You and Andor are attending one of Canto Bight's seemingly infinite evening soirees for the rich and powerful. A colourful sea of people in lavish dress are engaged in polite conversation and enjoying expensive beverages in one of the grandest ballrooms you've ever seen.
Dreylan Balgo is here, somewhere. Tonight is a chance to observe his behaviour, get to know his habits and make an initial introduction if possible. Anything that could help you create an opportunity to obtain his biometrics over the next few days.
You are wearing a teal halter-neck gown, a drink in one hand while the other rests elegantly on top of Andor's arm. The silk of his plush evening jacket is smooth under your fingertips and you absent-mindedly fuss with it as you scan the crowd for your target.
Someone says your name. Your real name.
Andor stiffens next to you.
Trying to keep your composure you turn and relief floods through you as you realise it's one of your mother's oldest friends, Lady Sen Prya. It's been years since you've seen her and she must be in her eighties by now, but she hasn't changed one bit. She is adorned in the most grandiose yellow satin gown you've ever seen, complete with matching gloves. Her long white hair falls, twisted in an elaborate braid, all the way down to her waist.
Quickly, you take her gloved hand and squeeze it gently, a subtle message you hope she can read.
"Oh I'm sorry you must be mistaken," you say politely and introduce yourself as Mrs Pax.
Understanding flickers across Prya's face. She always was sharp as a knife and time doesn't seem to have dulled that characteristic one jot.
"Ah of course, child. Forgive me," she says tactfully with all the grace and ease you remember from your childhood, "You look very like a dear old friend of mine. It's nice to meet you. I am Lady Sen Prya."
She reaches a hand up and touches your cheek affectionately with a twinkle in her golden eyes. Then, she reaches out to Andor who brings her hand up to his mouth and kisses it gently.
"Race Pax, it's a pleasure," he says, and there is a genuine warmth in his voice.
He appears to have relaxed somewhat and you are sure it's because he probably recognises Prya's name. She has been funding various elements of the Rebellion for years.
"Now, is there anyone you need an introduction to, before I retire to bed like the old woman I am?"
Prya stresses introduction as if its a code word. And it is.
You look up at Andor questioningly. You hate to ask his permission for anything, but he is the senior operative here. He nods once in ascent.
"Dreylan Balgo," you say.
Lady Prya's eyes light up and you can tell that she is delighted to learn who your indented mark is.
"Well then, follow me, young lovers."
Andor gives that rare smile of his, the one you see so infrequently which reaches all the way up to his eyes where they crinkle at the corners. He likes Prya. Everyone does. That's what makes her so dangerous for the Empire.
You wind through the crowd, following Prya as if she is golden star leading you to your destination. You're suddenly nervous and although you'd never admit it, there is something comforting about how Andor's large hand entwines with your own as he follows your lead through the busy party.
"Dreylan! My boy!" Prya's voice is clear as crystal and cuts through the party hubbub with ease.
Balgo turns from a conversation he is having with several other men. He is a handsome man, dressed in an evening suit of black velvet. He is tall and elegant with piercing blue eyes and a mop of sandy blonde curls.
"Ah! Lady Prya! What a delight to see you," he says gregariously, stooping low to kiss the older woman's cheek.
"And you, my lad," she replies with gracious ease, "Now, I want you to meet a couple of newly weds, Mr and Mrs Pax. I'm certain young Pax here would be interested in discussing business with you boys, although I, for one, find it all very dull."
There is a ripple of smug, amused laughter from the circle of men, and you join in only because you know Prya could negotiate most of these idiots out of any of business asset of theirs she chose to.
Balgo turns his attention to you first, appraising you thoroughly before taking your hand and kissing it with an elaborate flourish. You let out a silly little laugh, ensuring your voice carries an appropriate blend of affluence and air headedness.
Less than a minute you've been in this man's company and you can already read him like a holo novel.
He then greets Andor with boisterous joviality.
"Congratulations, Pax, what a stunning creature you have caught in your net."
Andor chuckles amiably, shaking Balgo's hand.
"It's good to meet you," he says warmly.
This time, his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes and you notice that his hand, which has been sitting lightly round your waist, shifts down to just under your hip.
Lady Prya retires to bed soon after, flashing you a wink and a dazzling smile as she sweeps from the room, an ageless vision in yellow.
The conversation and drinks flow. All night, you sense Balgo's eyes on you. Alliance High Command don't officially approve of so-called "honey-traps," and neither do you, but you see no harm in cultivating Balgo's delusion if it opens another window of opportunity. You don't discourage him, directly meeting the furtive glances he casts your way when he thinks Andor isn't looking.
Throughout the evening Andor proves why he is so good at his job. His ability to observe and imitate behaviour is uncanny. He adopts with ease that careless, raucous affectation that only young, wealthy men seem to possess. He hasn't taken more than a few sips of his wine, but he mirrors Balgo's increasingly boisterous body language and bawdy humour expertly.
By the end of the night the two are stomping around the dwindling party with their arms slung around each other's shoulders, swaying and laughing and singing like idiots.
The night has been a success. You've created a rapport with Balgo.
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"Prya was a friend of your family's?" Andor's voice comes unexpectedly from the darkness, "What happened to them?"
It's very late - or early, depending on how your look at it - and you and Andor have just fallen, exhausted, into bed.
You are resting on your left side, as always, and you hear him roll over beside you, so that he is looking at your back.
You are surprised by how accurately Andor has read into the situation with so little information. You don't see any harm in telling him.
"My father owned an agricultural engineering works. One day the Empire came to his factory and asked him to design and build components for some machine they were building, probably a weapon. He refused. They executed him on the spot and took the factory anyway. I did my best, but we struggled and my mother died a few years after of a broken heart. That's when I left to join the Rebellion."
Andor shuffles, the bed shifting beneath you both and you can tell that he's propped himself up on his elbow. You feel his eyes boring into the back of your head.
"You've never told me that before."
"You never bothered to ask," you reply defensively, "I know what you think, what you all think. That I'm a rich brat who ran off to join the Rebellion just to piss off her wealthy parents."
There's a silence.
"Turns out you're only half right..." you finish with a rather bitter self-deprecating chuckle.
To your surprise, Andor puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. You hesitate for a moment, before you reach across your body to place your hand on top of his, just for a second.
"Goodnight, Cassian," you say.
You rarely use his first name and it feels odd, but not unnatural on your tongue.
"Goodnight."
He rolls back over and is soon snoring softly. You don't fall asleep for a long while, not until you hear the birds begin their morning chorus and the light of dawn starts to creep through the open window with the sea breeze.
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You and Andor spend the next morning trying to locate Balgo but he's nowhere to be found. You suspect he is probably in his bed nursing a very sore head.
The last place you try is the Fathier racetrack, although you know there are no races on today. You are glad. You can't stand to see these magnificent animals forced to run like that.
Even so, you are unable to refrain from grabbing Andor's hand in excitement and dragging him over to the nearest pen where a mother and foal are resting in a patch of sunshine.
"A baby," you find yourself saying, stupidly.
Andor laughs quietly at the ridiculous, breathless joy in your voice. You wonder if he's making fun of you, but when you turn to him his eyes are sparkling with a mischievous light.
He gestures to a nearby handler, adopting Pax's air of arrogant entitlement with frightening ease.
"My wife would like to see the animal."
"Of course, sir."
The handler coaxes the foal over and it's tall enough already to reach other the fence. You pat the creature on its nose and between its ridiculously long ears and it nuzzles sweetly into your hand.
"Mr Pax?" You say as you turn to Andor and realise he's hovering a few feet back from the fence.
You gesticulate to him to come over. When else will he get the opportunity to interact with such an animal?
"Oh no, I can see fine from here," he replies with a shake of his head.
Surely not, you think, and you feel your mouth twist into a devilish smirk.
"Are you scared?" You tease.
You sidle up to him and entwine your arm in his before stretching up to whisper into his ear so that only he can hear you.
"Captain Andor?"
Unable to resist your direct challenge he offers you his hand with a resigned, slightly nervous grin. You take it, leading him back to the fence. You guide his palm up to the baby Fathier's nose and the creature sniffs it curiously. You then press it gently against the animal's long forehead. When you let go, Andor continues to stroke the animal softly, his face lit up with an expression of childish wonder.
"Thank you, husband," you say when you both turn to leave.
He gives you a subtle wink and you feel a sudden rush of something close to fondness for him.
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That afternoon is spent sneaking around the resort's service corridors. You are right at the top of the building and the corridors are narrow and low. It's ridiculously hot and you feel stupid carrying out serious espionage in yet another one of the seemingly endless supply of dresses you've been provided. This one is a horrible pink colour that clings all over and you hate it which is why you've chosen it for this dirty, sweaty work. You know you need to wear something suitable for Canto Bight's grand halls in case anyone sees you on your way to or from the job, but it just feels so unnatural.
Hopefully this shouldn't take too long. All you need to do is wire in a small signal booster to the resort's communications lines. Then, when you obtain Balgo's biometric signature, the data pad can send a transmission to a commandeered, disused Republic satellite to confirm that the sample has been collected successfully.
Actually transmitting the scrambled data to the Rebel base on Yavin 4 needs considerably more power which means, at some point, you and Andor are going to have to hike out to Cantonica's main transmitter mast and send the signal manually from there.
You'd flown past the huge pylon on your way in to land at the resort. It's a monumental thing and you feel a rush of nausea at the very thought of having to climb it...but that's a problem for another day, you decide.
Your head is buried in a control panel, and you're trying to explain to Andor why you need to use a slightly different width of cable than originally planned but he interrupts you mid-flow.
"Can you do it, or can't you?"
"I can do it," you snap back.
"Then just do it, I don't care how."
Charming as ever, the morning's hard won truce between you apparently forgotten. He's nervous and so are you, so you try not to hold it against him. He just wants to get out of here quickly.
There's a sound, and with horror, you realise it's the service elevator doors hissing open. A stern male voice follows soon after.
"Lars, If you're up here slouching again, I'm going to dock your pay."
You and Andor both freeze, staring at each other like Loth cats caught in the headlights of a speeder. Then, without warning he grabs you at the back of your knee, hitching your leg up to rest on his hip, his hand travelling further up the underside of your thigh and underneath your dress as he shoves you against the wall and pushes his body firmly against yours. The other hand flies up to your face, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone.
Your gasp of surprise is muffled as he crashes his lips hard against yours. It takes you only a millisecond to understand what he's doing and you kiss him back, twisting your fingers tightly through the locks of dark hair at the back of his head.
At this, a soft groan resonates in his throat and you are almost certain this is unintended. You feel a flash of satisfaction that you've managed to affect him in such a way, then scold yourself for being unable to refrain from point scoring with him, even now.
"Get out of here," Andor growls at the hapless employee, pretending he has only just noticed the man's presence.
His voice is low and husky. As he speaks, you feel his fingertips press into the flesh your thigh. Suddenly, the combination of his proximity and his heady, masculine, familiar scent is overwhelming, and you feel something hot and fierce coil in the pit of your abdomen.
Andor - Pax - has broken away from your lips to berate the man, but he hardly deigns to turn his head to look at the unfortunate employee. You take a moment to study the fine details of his face up close. His pupils are dilated, making his dark eyes gleam like midnight. His nostrils flare slightly with heightened breathing. An uncharacteristic blush is travelling up his neck into his cheeks. You can feel his heart slamming against his chest and your own.
"Oh, uhh... yes...of course," the poor employee sounds terribly embarrassed and all the previous managerial authority has vanished entirely from his voice.
"My apologies sir..."
The man actually stands on his tiptoes and cranes his neck to see your face through the tousled mess you've made of Andor's hair before addressing you directly with a courteous nod of his head.
"Madam."
You raise your eyebrows at him politely and give him a ridiculous little wave with your free hand, the one that's not woven through Andor's hair.
You hear the employee blundering off back to the service elevator and the machinery clunks as the doors close and he disappears.
Andor's forehead is gracing your own and neither you nor he move for a moment. It's just long enough to catch the slow glint of recognition in each other's eyes that something new has passed between you and you both know it.
"Sorry," he mumbles as he finally breaks away, running a hand through his hair as if to sweep away the feel of your fingers there, "I didn't have time to ask nicely."
"It's fine," you say, smoothing your stupid dress down and clearing your throat, "Good thinking."
He leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed, as you return to your work in silence.
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Evening has fallen and Andor and Balgo are talking animatedly at the bar. The resort is hosting another of its grand parties. You sit with Lady Prya at a nearby table. You don't talk about your new life and she doesn't ask, but the conversation is easy and comfortable and you feel a rush of gratitude that your paths have crossed again.
Once Balgo has left to mingle with other guests, you give Prya an apologetic smile and cross over to the bar where you drape yourself around Andor's shoulders. You lean in to kiss him on the cheek. To anyone else, these merely look to be the actions of a young couple.
In reality, you are providing cover as Andor works quickly with Balgo's empty glass. Earlier, he'd lined the outside of the receptacle with a special gel that picks up biometric data. Once settled on a surface, it is almost imperceptible to the touch.
Andor attaches, then tears away the transfer strip from the glass and quickly places it down on the data pad's receiver. A rather sad and weary boop from the device confirms that it hasn't picked up Balgo's fingerprints.
"Kriff," Andor curses quietly in frustration, a muscle working in his jaw.
"Give it to me."
"What?"
"Give it," you hiss.
Uncertainly, Andor passes the various components of the device to you. You snatch them from his hand, shoving the bits and bobs into your pockets and stride away before he can stop you. The satin of your dress swishes a melody to the click of your heels. You hear Andor swear under his breath.
As you walk, your eyes scan the room, searching for your target. There. A flash of golden hair at the other side of the room. You stalk Balgo through the crowd, waiting for the right moment.
You make your approach, taking out a small mirror from your pocket and quickly squeezing a blob of the clear transfer gel onto your finger before making a performance of patting the strange substance on your mouth like lipstick. You snap the mirror closed and move in for the kill.
"Oh Mr Balgo, I am so sorry!" you exclaim, feigning embarrassment as you collide with his shoulder, jolting him arm so that he spills red wine all down the front of his pristine, white suit jacket.
"Please, Mrs Pax, it's no matter, really," he says as he stays your pawing hands and swoops down to greet you with a peck you on the cheek.
"I really am sorry, Dreylan, I will pay for the damage."
"Nonsense," he scoffs amicably, his chest visibly puffing out as you address him familiarly by his first name, "Now, where has your husband of yours got to? The fool surely hasn't let you out of his sight in that dress?"
Balgo is right, it is a nice dress. Your favourite so far in fact. It is tailored in beautiful crimson satin with a full skirt, off the shoulder sleeves, and a plunging neckline.
"Oh, he's around somewhere, I'm sure."
You lean in and whisper in his ear.
"But he's not here."
He smirks back at you and you see his icy blue eyes light up.
"Shall we get some air on the balcony?" He suggests.
Well, what an unexpected turn of events, you think sarcastically as you accept the proposal with an external show of flirtatious grace.
Out on the ballroom's grandiose veranda with Balgo, you look across Cantonica's seemingly endless, dark waters. The sea breeze is cold, and the businessman drapes his jacket round your shoulders. You laugh at the right times, interject an asinine comment here and there as Balgo talks about business, and allow him to explain things to you that you already know without complaint.
When the timing feels apt, and the balcony is otherwise deserted, you reach up and plant a kiss on his lips. He returns it, placing his hands on your hips. Balgo is attractive enough, there's no doubt about that, and the kiss is far from unpleasant... but it's only a means to an end. There's no passion to it, and you can't help but compare it against the ardent fervour of Andor's embrace. The heat of it.
As you pull back from Balgo with a suitably flushed smile, the gossamer curtains behind him shift in the breeze and over his shoulder you catch a glimpse of Andor across the cavernous ballroom.
He's so far away, but you see him clear as day. His eyes are searing holes in Balgo's back before meeting yours with a look of disdain. He downs his drink and slams the glass on the bar's marble counter-top, stalking off towards the elevator.
You suddenly feel a pang of irrational guilt which makes you furious with him. You're doing your job. The one he failed to do.
Balgo's self-satisfied look of victory does nothing for your vexed and flustered disposition. He offers to go and source a drink for you both. Keeping your composure - you are a spy after all - you smile sweetly at him and agree.
When he is gone, you make sure no one else is around before you take out the transfer paper from your pocket and subtly dab it on your lips. Surreptitiously, you whip the data pad out of your other pocket - thank the stars you'd insisted on dresses with pockets - and press the paper against the reader.
You wait, visualising what the signal might look like if it was something tangible and visible. A little bolt of lightning, perhaps, arcing to the closest service hatch, climbing its way up wires and cables, escaping out into the cold night and up into orbit and the decrepit Republic satellite.
Finally, the device gives you a cheerful bleep and lights up green.
Success.
You'd like to see Balgo's smug face fall when he returns to find you've disappeared, but you don't want this to go any further than necessary. You've got what you need and your sudden absence can easily be explained away as a young wife's crisis of conscience. You leave his jacket on a nearby chair and make your way up to your suite.
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When you get back to the room, you can practically feel the heat radiating off Andor as he rips his shirt over his head dramatically in the process of undressing for bed.
Trying to ignore his silent seething, you turn away from him and lift your hair away from the nape of your neck. He automatically moves behind you to help you unzip your dress and, despite his clear agitation, his hands are gentle. The red gown drops to the floor, leaving you standing in your flimsy under-slip.
You turn back to look at Andor, taking in the familiar outline of his body. He's not a huge man, but the muscles are strong and taut in his torso, back and arms. Littered here and there are scars, testament to a hard life lived dangerously. The moonlight streaming through the bedroom window gives his tan skin an ethereal glow and illuminates the sharp, handsome features of his face.
It's not that you don't find each other attractive. You both know that there's always been some unspoken tension between you. But the tempestuousness of your personal and working relationship has always prevented you from falling into anything that might be a mistake.
You are suddenly keenly aware of the obviousness your own form as your underdress clings to the curves and planes of your body. You can sense Andor's eyes roaming across it in a way you're sure they never have before.
You think - maybe - something changed with that kiss you shared this afternoon. An embrace which began as a charade and ended as something else.
"That was a stupid, reckless, dangerous thing to do!" he finally explodes, interrupting your reverie and bringing you back down to reality with a thud.
"It was a calculated risk," you retort, furious with him and internally embarrassed by your silly romantic notions.
"And," you stretch across to the nearby dresser to pick up the data pad where Balgo's biometric data is safely stored to brandish it under Andor's nose, "And it worked."
"In case you'd forgotten, Balgo thinks you're here with your husband..."
"That's why it worked!" You exclaim, "By the Force, men know so little about their own species..."
"You could have blown our cover, the whole operation!"
That riles you. Why can't he just congratulate you on a job well done? You've just saved this damn operation. You have what you need now. All you need to do is transmit the data and you can both get out of here.
"I know what this is," you say, your voice rising in chorus with your anger.
"Oh please, please enlighten me."
"You're jealous."
There's a heavy silence.
"Jealous?!" Andor scoffs finally, but the strength of his conviction has faded from his voice, "Of what?"
"You can't stand that I kissed him."
Andor steps towards you, brows furrowed, eyes alight with something that's not quite anger.
"He's welcome to you," he seethes, "The last thing I need is some highly strung rich girl playing at being a spy."
The words sting, especially after you opened up to him about your parents the other night. Even as the vague idea of restraint flashes through your mind, impulsion compels you to raise a hand to strike him across the face.
He catches you by the wrist as you lash out, pulling you even closer to him so that his sharp nose is almost touching yours.
"And so what if I am?" He continues and the change in direction is so unexpected that you are rendered speechless.
His tone is low and dangerous and his deep, brown eyes are wild, roaming your face desperately for an answer that never comes.
"What if I am jealous? What if I don't want his filthy, Imperial hands all over you? So what?"
Andor's face suddenly softens, his eyebrows knitting together in an expression of genuine turmoil. It's a display of vulnerability you've never seen from him before. His grip on your wrist loosens slightly but he doesn't let go.
When he speaks again, his voice is barely a whisper.
"What difference does it make to you? Ever since Carida... You despise me."
It's not true, you suddenly realise. It's never been true. Not really.
You want to tell him you've never blamed him for what happened on Carida. The actions of the mole? Not his fault. The failure of that sorry excuse for a ship? Not him either. Somewhere along the way, your perception of him became warped and refracted through the prism of your own feelings of guilt.
You know he saved your life that day. He must have gone through hell in the aftermath too, dragged up in front of various different elements of High Command to explain why only two of his six operatives made it back alive over and over and over again.
More than this, you want to explain that while you were kissing Balgo tonight, you were thinking only of him. You want to say how when you took a shower earlier and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you'd seen the faint, red imprints of his fingertips still lingering like little tattoos on your skin and that you hope they never fade.
But you're just so angry with him for always having to be such a stubborn, patronising, hard-nosed bastard. So you say none of these things.
You know how much it must have taken for him to admit feelings for you, no matter how clumsy and ill-timed the execution. This man who always holds his cards so close to his chest has shown you his hand. He's given you ammunition and all you can think of in this moment is shooting him down with it.
"That's right," you say, leaning in close and whispering spitefully into his ear, "I despise you Cassian Andor."
You regret it immediately. Andor drops your wrist as if he's been burned. As he steps away from you, he looks completely lost. His eyes are cast down at the floor, full of humiliation and hurt. By the time they return to your face, they have darkened like storm clouds.
"Then, I'm glad we understand each other."
You open your mouth to say something, to take back your words and undo the damage you've wrought with your temper. Nothing comes out.
As Andor turns away, you reach out for him, try to catch him by the elbow. He shrugs you off angrily and storms out of the room.
He doesn't come back until late. You pretend to be asleep as he quietly slips into the bed beside you.
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When dusk falls the next evening, and with Balgo's biometric stored safely on the data pad in your pocket, you and Andor set out for Cantonica's main transmitter.
You want to use the journey time to explain yourself, to apologise to him and admit your own feelings. But you are so ashamed of your careless words the night before that you don't even know how to begin.
Continuing the trend of the day, you walk the ten kilometers together in almost complete silence, trudging in single file along the rocky coastline.
Even so, being out in nature and away from the city feels almost healing to you. Most tourists only see the rugged countryside of Cantonica from the confines of a shuttle. It has a wild, mountainous, windswept type of beauty that you find exhilarating. After days stuck inside the gilded cage of Canto Bight, it is wonderful to be out in the elements, even if it is rather cold and damp.
Night has decsended by the time you reach the transmitter. It is set precariously on the cliff edge, so close to the tumultuous waters below, it seems like a freak wave could wash it away at any moment.
It looks even more imposing than you remember. A huge durasteel spike with a narrow, fragile looking caged ladder stretching up into the sky leading to a high metal gangway which looks just as ancient.
You go first, and as you climb higher, your hands and feet start to feel fuzzy and your breathing becomes rapid, escaping through your lips in short, sharp pants. You've never been good with heights.
The icy wind starts to whip unpleasantly around you and you grip the ladder fiercely with each laboured step. The damp air has made the metal slick and you gasp as your boot slips on one of the rungs.
You catch yourself before you fall, but even so, you are relieved when Andor comes up behind you and positions himself so that his solid chest presses reassuringly against your back as you take a moment to steady yourself.
"Take your time," he says and his tone is gentle, "You're ok."
You nod and exhale deeply. Steeling yourself, you continue your ascent. You can do this.
You finally reach the top of the ladder and crawl up onto the round platform which encircles the pylon of the transmitter to provide access to where the mechanics of the structure are stored.
You think for a moment that this experience is going to be marginally better than the climb up the rickety ladder. That foolish hope is soon proven mistaken. The durasteel grating beneath your feet feels precarious. There are rusted gaps in the metal here and there and your stomach flips every time you look down. The wind is stronger up here, wild and blustery, and you feel horrendously vulnerable. You just want to get the job done and get down from this death trap as soon as possible.
Andor helps you lift the heavy panel off the front of the control box. You sigh with relief. It's a standard set up, one you've seen hundreds of times before and it's easy to bypass. You set to work infiltrating the system and once you're done, you wait in suspense as the data pad blinks text at you.
TRANSMITTING, TRANSMITTING, TRANSMITTING....
TRANSMISSION SENT.
"It's gone!"
Instinctively, you turn to flash a smile of triumph towards Andor, and you are relieved when one corner of his mouth twitches upwards ever so slightly in return. You wonder if, on the way back to the city, you might find the courage to try and make amends for your rough words the previous night.
Your hopeful thoughts are rudely interrupted when, without warning, the gangway you are standing on shifts violently under your feet. The whole structure lets out an ominous and eerie metallic groan and you realise with dread that the platform is tearing itself away from the pylon.
You have no doubt that you and Andor are the first people up here in years, and that your presence has disturbed the structure from its hibernation and reminded it of its decrepit, fragile state.
You grab at one of the rungs affixed to the main pylon intended for servicing the internal mechanisms, but Andor is too far away to reach. As the walkway peels away, he falls with it. The huge hunk of metal stops suddenly at a right angle to the structure, and the now horizontal guard railings catch Andor as he slams into them with a sickening clang.
There's a brief moment of relief when you think the worst is over, but then the structure jerks violently again as another metal bolt fails, and it tilts just enough to send Andor somersaulting over the top of the railing.
Desperately, he scrambles for something to purchase, and he manages to grasp at the guard rail with the fingertips of one hand as he rolls over it, leaving him dangling helplessly over the roaring water below.
Closing your eyes, you let yourself drop down towards him and your body hits the metal railings agonisingly hard. You ignore the pain and, praying that the railings will hold you, you scrabble to grab at Andor, your hands clutching at a handful of material at the front of his shirt just as his own grip fails.
Unexpectedly finding himself suspended in the air, Andor looks up at you in abject surprise. He assesses the situation and his eyes lock on to yours in alarm as he understands what you've done.
Your shoulders feel like they are slowly pulling themselves out of their sockets and your fingers, numb and white, are twisted up painfully in the material of Andor's shirt. You can't breathe properly, the air in your lungs being crushed out of you as you are pressed into the railings by the pull of Andor's bodyweight below you.
You are terrified that at any moment the guardrail will collapse and you'll both plummet together into the angry sea which seems to wait with open maw like a predator beneath you. But you don't know what else to do, and you refuse to let him fall, so you cling on to him in utter desperation.
"Let go!" Andor shouts up at you, and you can tell it's an order.
"No!" You yell back.
Suddenly, the front of his shirt rips and he drops away so that he is now hanging, almost literally, by a thread. The abrupt and unexpected motion causes you to lose balance and you have to let go of him with one hand to steady yourself on the railings and stop yourself from almost flipping over them to join him.
Andor's eyes are wild and fraught now, flicking between the failing structure and your overwrought face.
"Damn you," he growls with renewed urgency, "let go!"
Your whole body is screaming at you to do as he says, but you won't. Tears sting your eyes, whether from pain or fear, you're not sure. You clench your jaw and shake your head at him.
Andor snarls with effort as he reaches behind him and into his back pocket, pulling out his flip knife. He wrenches it open with his teeth.
"Don't you dare, you stupid bastard!" you scream down at him as you realise with what he intends to do.
He looks at you for one final moment and the world seems to stop. His expression is completely open and readable to you, perhaps for the very first time. His dark eyes glint with a fear that you suddenly realise is as much for you as it is for himself.
Then, he sets his face into a mask of grim determination and with one swift motion, he severs the flimsy cord of fabric tying you together and cuts himself loose.
"Cassian!" The vague outline of his name is torn ragged from your throat in an incomprehensible shriek of despair.
Helpless, you watch as he falls, limbs flailing, down, down, down, until he hits the water below with a sickening crash and disappears into the black, unforgiving waves.
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Unbeknownst to you, the Rebel Alliance have successfully received Dreylan Balgo's biometric signature and K-2SO is already on his way to extract you and Cassian from Canto Bight.
By his calculations, K-2 should reach Cantonica in twelve hours, twenty-nine minutes and seven seconds. Plenty of time to mull over the conversation he'd had with Murdo the flight technician before he'd left the hanger.
"Maybe this time, eh K-2?" Murdo had quipped as he unhooked the re-fuelling nozzle from Cassian's ship.
"Maybe this time, what?"
"Maybe this time they'll finally have admitted their feelings for each other."
"That is a ridiculous observation," K-2 had said confidently, "They dislike each other immensely."
Murdo had laughed and made a comment about the droid having a lot to learn about human relationships which K-2 had thought was quite rude.
But as he barrels through the hyperspace lanes in Cassian's ship towards the Outer Rim and Cantonica, K-2 has time to mull things over.
He thinks about how on missions when the unit has to set up camp on some remote world, Cassian always leaves your meat rations on the fire just a little longer than everyone else's because he knows you like them so crispy that they're almost burnt.
Then he thinks about how whenever he and Cassian return from a mission you're not assigned to, yours is always the first face the droid spots in the hanger when they arrive back, and that once your eyes land on Cassian, you always walk away without a word, seemingly satisfied.
Now that K-2 really uses his circuits to process it, Murdo's conclusion doesn't seem quite so ridiculous after all.
"Humans," the droid muses to himself with an exasperated shake of his mechanical head.
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Somehow, you manage to descend the transmitter, climbing and clambering down the structure in a daze. You don't bother even trying to mask your shouts of distress and frustration as your feet and hands slip on the blasted, kriffing, cursed metal all the way down.
You stagger the ten kilometers back to Canto Bight in something resembling a fugue state. When you reach the resort, you sneak through the back entry port you and Andor left through and wind your way through the maze of service passages and elevators back to your suite.
You are as bedraggled looking as you are distraught and you are glad that the corridors are as deserted as they were when you departed. You don't feel you could negotiate your way out of anything right now, despite all your training.
Once you've climbed out of your damp and dirty clothes you fall into bed. Andor's absence beside you is a stark, raw reminder of what's just happened and you finally allow yourself to cry. Somehow, at some point, as you wallow in your anguish, fatigue takes over and you fall into a torrid sleep.
When you awake, it's still dark and you have the distinct impression that you're being watched. There's someone else in the room with you. You bolt upright and almost cry out as your eyes take in the silhouette of a person in the moonlight.
The ghost of Cassian Andor is standing at the foot of the bed.
Except he's not a spectre, you realise. His outline, though swaying, is solid. He's flesh and blood. He's alive.
Once you've recover from the initial shock, you don't think you've ever felt relief like it in your whole life. You leap up out of the bed and fly to him, just as he starts to crumple to the floor. You grab for him, but too weak to moderate his own movements, he drops like a stone and his momentum pulls you crashing down on top of him.
He's all sand and salt and seawater and he is shivering violently. His eyes are heavy, like he's struggling to keep them open. You touch his face and his skin ice cold. His clothes are wet through and you're suddenly struck by the urgency of the situation. You need to get him warm. Now.
With great effort, you manage to half drag, half shove Andor towards the shower room. He's so exhausted and disoriented that even this appears to be an insurmountable task for him.
When you finally get him there, you bundle him into the shower, fully clothed. He slumps against the wall as you turn the warm water on. You start peeling off the sodden, freezing layers of his clothing.
He hisses through his teeth as you remove what remains of his shredded shirt and you see that the skin on his torso and back is blossoming here and there in vibrant shades of black and blue. You're not surprised, a fall from that height, these are probably bruises from hitting the water hard. You try to be more gentle.
Once he's free of all his clothing, you slide down behind him so that you are against the wall, and he's sat between your legs with his back pressed against your torso. You guide him to bring his knees up to his chest and he wraps his arms around himself pliantly, curling into a tight ball. He's still shaking uncontrollably.
You ignore your own discomfort as the warm water plasters your nightdress to your body like a second skin.
Trying desperately to aid the shower in its work of returning some of his body heat to him, you rub his back, his arms, and his chest vigorously. Every so often he rests his head on the bridge he's created with his forearms across his knees and you have to coax him gently to sit up.
"Stay awake," you plead, "You need to stay awake for me."
Finally, his shivering subsides and you sit in exhausted silence as the warm water continues to pour over both of you. Your chin is resting on his shoulder.
"Cassian," you finally say into his ear, tucking a stray lock behind it as if that will allow him to heed your words better.
He leans back into you, tilting his head up towards your face, to show he is listening.
"I don't....I don't despise you, I don't..." you trail off, silent tears suddenly mingling with the spray from the shower as they start to fall from your eyes.
Slowly, Cassian turns to you. He rolls on to his knees, and sits upright on his heels. You mirror his movements so that you are face to face and your foreheads come to rest against each other's.
"I know," he whispers, bringing a hand to your cheek, his expression soft and full of tenderness, "I know that."
He trails a series of soft kisses down your face, touching his lips to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, and finally down until they reach your own. You melt into him.
This kiss is not like the first you shared, hasty and hurried and fuelled by external forces. This is deep and languid and deliberate, as if you are the only two in existence and you have all the time in the Galaxy to spend in this moment.
One of Andor's hands tangles up in your wet hair, the other presses against the small of your back as if willing you closer to him. You can feel his urgency increasing now. His movements are definite and purposeful as he caresses and kisses your skin.
Selfishly, you want him to continue, need him to never stop. But you also know this might not be the wisest way for him to recover.
"Cassian..."
"You told me I need to stay awake," he argues as if he already knows what you're about to say, now tracing kisses along your collarbone, "I'm awake."
"This isn't exactly what I had in mind..." you protest weakly, but the breathy desire in your own voice betrays you.
"Liar," he mumbles as he nuzzles into your neck and you feel him grin against your skin.
The movement of his lips makes his short beard tickle your flesh and the feeling forces a raucous laugh from your chest. It's a loud, unrestrained, joyful sound.
Cassian pulls away to look at you, wearing an expression of wonder. You realise he's probably never heard you laugh like that before. In fact, you can't remember the last time you heard it yourself.
His eyes crease at the corners and dimples appear in his cheeks as he smiles widely at you. That smile, the one you realise you've adored all along. And this one is only for you.
"You're infuriating," you scold, but your voice is light and full of heady exhilaration.
You wrap yourself around him and kiss him hard, realising, finally, that it is impossible to deny yourself the joy of him any longer.
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You and Andor step off the landing platform of the resort and up into his ship. K-2 wastes no time in piloting the vessel up and away from the city.
Compared to the sumptuous surroundings of Canto Bight, the interior of the ship looks admittedly a little dreary by comparison, but you won't miss life within those opulent walls. Not when you now know just how many of its inhabitants are within the insidious clutches of the Empire.
"Well, I hope you two behaved yourselves," K-2 greets you as you both enter the cockpit.
You and Cassian exchange a glance. He winks at you and you actually giggle, the internal glow of happiness you feel manifesting itself in an embarrassing little laugh.
"I'm taking that as a no," K-2 says, "Murdo will be pleased."
"Who the hell is Murdo?" Cassian asks and he drops into the pilot's chair beside his faithful droid.
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Hello! First of all, I LOVE your blog! ❤️ I hope everyone is well. Do you know any fics with more "adult themes"? Which mean, more serious stuff, war, etc. I love Manacled, Secrets & Masks and Perfectly in Pieces. I also love Hunted and LITOTZA. Maybe fics where Draco is on the other side of war and then changes? Or was faking all this time? Thanks so much!
Shadows of Ourselves By: InkFairy - T, 32 chapters - Draco Malfoy has played both sides of the war for years, but when Voldemort gives him an ultimatum—bring him Hermione Granger or die—she surprisingly agrees to be handed over to the Dark Lord. Together, they take pureblood society by storm as Master and Madam Malfoy, all while trying to help the Order find and destroy the last Horcruxes and defeat Voldemort forever.
Draco Takes a Mark - diamonddaydream - T, 53 chapters, Words: 184,204 - "The fact that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were mad for each other was the worst kept secret at Hogwarts.“ Retelling of The Half-blood Prince as a Dramione story. Crookshanks brings Draco to Hermione after she’s brought back cursed from the Department of Mysteries. Knowing the relationship they’ve carried on in secret since the Yule Ball is about to be tested, she inscribes an ancient love charm onto his left arm with surprising consequences which may affect the course of the coming war. Continues the story “Dancing with Draco ” or reads fine on its own. Complete, HEA
Entanglement By: blankfish - M, WIP - “Your loyalties begin and end with me now, Granger, or have you forgotten?” he spat bitterly. At the request of the Order, Hermione Granger marries Draco Malfoy, a man she’d only ever known as her enemy. This decision leads her on a winding path of tumultuous consequences that even she could not have predicted. Dramione War AU.
The Gift of Joy by BiscuitsForPotter - E, 22 chapters, Words: 147,249 - After the murder of Albus Dumbledore, Draco never makes it out of Hogwarts. Instead, he is captured, interrogated, and placed in the temporary care of someone who can help him lie low until a more permanent solution can be found. His caretaker? None other than one Hermione Granger. Stripped of his status, his wand, and his dignity, can Draco Malfoy find solace in the company of the muggleborn he once tormented?
Divine Artifice By: jessiy - M, 25 chapters, Words: 162,391 - The story of how Draco Malfoy found redemption, his heart, and reclaimed his family’s honor. All thanks to a mislabeled bottle of Experimental Amortentia. Hermione/Draco
The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy - speechwriter - M, 33 chapters, Words: 296,116 - The night that Harry and Dumbledore return from the cave, the Death Eaters are delayed from reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower for one more minute. Draco Malfoy lowers his wand. A Deathly Hallows rewrite in which Draco accepts Dumbledore’s offer to fake his death and go into hiding with the Order of the Phoenix.
Turncoat By: elizaye - M, 101 chapters - Switching sides. “I have only one condition, and I trust it won’t be hard for you to meet. I want Granger.”
We Learned the Sea By: floorcoaster - T, 37 chapters - Draco Malfoy turns himself in after a very successful career as a Death Eater, then enlists Harry and Hermione to help him in a scheme to bring down the Dark Lord. DHr. A story of forgiveness.
Static By: galfoy - M, 21 chapters - The Order rescued Draco and Lucius Malfoy after Lord Voldemort turned on them. All the safe houses are full, and Hermione Granger is the only one who can take them in. Will she agree after having suffered a drastic nervous breakdown?
Stolen By: Elsie girl - T, 45 chapters - She pretends to love him for the Order. He pretends to love her for the Dark Lord. Have they deceived everyone, or only themselves? “Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren’t even there before.” Mignon McLaughlin. Thank you so much for the support. Please read and review. Complete Dramione.
Crimson with a Silver Lining by Lady Cailan - M, 78 Chapters - It is six years since the fall of the Ministry to Voldemort. Those other than purebloods are deemed less than human. When Ginny’s daughter ends up in grave danger, Hermione sells herself to the Death Eaters to save her life. Draco/Hermione. Not fluffy
Family Ties by l.h. Zein - T, 33 chapters, Words: 163,935 - They would underestimate him. The strongest person he’d ever known had been underestimated, and she was his mother in all but blood. He molded himself, played the part he’d been cast to play, while he waited for his chance. Then Sirius Black had escaped. Twisted canon. AU picking up at the start of DH.
-Lisa
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Headcanons and/or lore about your omegaverse sebmark fic on ao3
Ohhhh, such a nice ask, thank you 😘 It'll be unorganised and messy probably, sorry for that, so:
- both stories follow real F1 seasons closely, so when you look at the races they happened in that universe
- Seb and Charles were the only omegas on the grid before Seb retired
- their whole relationship had many ups and downs, but they always got back to each other (their friends, including brocedes, Alonso and Jenson often bet on how long they would stay mad at each other, Fernando wins most of them and that's because Mark whines to him about Seb all the time - he isn't happy abot that part)
- Mark was more mad about the hand holding with Kimi on the podium than about Multi-21 in retrospect, because they were married then
-I already talked about the wedding, but the proposal? It was a joined decision and to seal the deal they bought Porsches
- the baby is a girl and she indeed has Mark's eyes, her favourite uncle is Kimi to Mark's dismay, but Leanne is the favourite aunt, so he learns to live with it
- both of their families are 'furious' about the fact that they waited so long to tell them about the pregnacy, Mark's mum decides they're going to Europe immediately, because Seb can't fly while pregnant
- Mark cries when he sees the ultrasound and hears the heartbeat for the first time and Seb thinks it's the most adorable thing ever
- Jenson tries but fails to persuade them to name the baby Jenny
- they both take time to talk about what exactly got them to the point of breaking, especially Sebastian who's new anxiety is both the baby and how Charles is doing at Ferrari
- Mark is paranoid at first, not wanting to leave Seb alone in a room, Seb getting a tracking app on his phone to maybe soothe his overprotective husband a little, Mark also steers clear of any omegas that don't wear blockers, just to be safe (with time they ease up on it, but pregnancy doesn't help with the instincts)
- when they have to live the little one with someone, they once form a plan to bring Nico and Lewis toghether, after all they won't argue in front of a baby (they're wrong)
- Britta of course is the godmother and spoils the little girl the most
- Mark's book editor had enough of his bullshit and told him that five pages about how it was to race such an amazing omega was too much and he has to play into the rivals narrative (I know he's you're husband, Mark, but have you considered enemies-to-lovers? It's an opportunity to sell!)
- they had their angsty moments, but as Seb said, their love always made it work in the end, even if they relayed on it too much sometimes
I'm sure there are a lots of things I missed, but you can picture how their history played out yourself, not sticking to my rambling. Loved the ask anon ❤️❤️❤️
I'm gonna shamelessly use this answer to tell you all that part one of my non-abo SebMark fic is finished, I just need to re-read and edit it, so stay tuned.
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I love your fics so much! Jily is amazing, and you write it brilliantly. I wanted to ask what you think of their canon relationship in that James once tried to blackmail Lily into going out with him? Like ethically, what's your thoughts about that? And do you think it ever came up later - how can she trust him without talking about those things kind of talk?
Hi anon! Thank you so much for your question! Obviously, I love Jily and I am glad you like my interpretation of them! ❤️
In all honesty, I think that all of us make mistakes and James Potter was an infatuated, teenage boy who did something he should not have done in an attempt to ask out the girl he fancied, while also not wanting to lose face in front of a crowd of people, seeing as he was “the cool guy”.
This does not mean that his behaviour is excusable and I certainly think this is something that he and Lily would have addressed. Personally, I imagine that James would have apologized for his action, very badly right after - which did not necessarily help him, because she would have been fuming still - and - after some reflection and conversations with his parents and maybe some of his friends too - in a much more mature and aware manner.
Clearly, I am very fond of both James and Lily, meaning that I wear rose-coloured glasses around them a lot of the time, but I am also a teacher and see this exact demographic of teenage boys and girls every day. Not to mention, that adults are as fallible and make tons of errors too.
I think the important thing - when doing something you should not have - is that you take accountability and recognize that you should have handled things better. What I know from canon is that James Potter was a Gryffindor, that he was a Quidditch Captain, that he was appointed Head Boy, that he was an intelligent young man, that he would rather die than betray his friends, that he became an Animagus to help his suffering werewolf friend, that he was there for his outcast best friend, that he married (Muggleborn) Lily - who always saw the best in people, but also recognized their faults - was a loving father to his son and died protecting two of the people he loved most, facing their enemy without a wand, knowing that he would not survive this encounter.
Rather than looking at his teenage errors, I would like to look at his growth and admire the fact that James Potter - as a very young adult - is incredibly brave and must have loved both Lily and Harry more than he did himself, his final action being the ultimate sacrifice in the hopes of stalling Voldemort enough to save their lives.
This - even though this was not the point of this ask - in juxtaposition to Severus Snape who wanted Lily all to himself and did not care if the people she loved most would die, as long as he could have her.
What I thus see is a true, loving and heroic redemption arc, which leaves much to the imagination, something I am incredibly grateful for.
There is no such thing as black and white, the grey area in between is what makes our characters interesting, but I do believe that James and Lily were inherently good people who chose light and love over darkness and hate.
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❤️✨Their magic is bound to their souls. Their soul power allows them to summon their main weapon and manipulate their element like Thomas being able to lift the dirt and use them as platforms. Or Percy being able to create huge tornados.✨❤️
🧡✨They can also gain more power from objects containing their element, like Oliver being able to suck the electricity out of a lamp, or or Duck using the sun to “recharge”.✨🧡
💛✨When two of the same elemental engines are fighting together, their power increases very much like Oliver and Toad fighting an enemy together. Some engines have a hard time fighting together like Thomas and D10 because D10’s fire will usually burn Thomas’ vines but sometimes it can work like Duck’s light reflecting off of Mavis’ metal and blind an enemy.✨💛
💚✨On Halloween, Friday the 13th, Lunar Eclipse, and full moon the ghost engines, coaches and humans go into their living form and can be touched and actually feel things. All of this also goes for the fan kids too @the-annon-cult-leader XD!✨💚
💙✨The ghost engines and coaches’ powers are weakened and feral because they’re dead and have no flesh or real body to possess and let their power thrive, so, they need a bit more of protection and need to be more cautious so they don’t accidentally hurt others. They also have a hard time summoning their powers and their elemental nails are faded…✨💙
💜✨But speaking of the fan kids, they have both of their parents’ elemental powers like Jewel (Me and Dougie’s kid) having both his plasma powers and my Suit of Card powers. The same rules apply for the kids in having the flowers, teardrop, ring, ect. If the kids have kids with each other, then those kids (The Grandkids) will have all four elements. But only two will overpower the others, they’ll still have all four it’s just that two will be better than the other two like let’s say Jewel and Flynn (Thomas and Percy’s son) have a kid, then they’ll have all four but maybe they’ll be better with Plasma and Air. It’s all random really.✨💜
🩷✨Now with them as engines, they don’t have their drivers or firemen anymore because back in the 80’s Thomas was the first engine to discover that they could turn into humans and spread the word to the others. Then, one of the drivers figured out that the engines could gain full control of themselves, and like before, it was spread to the others and before anyone knew it, the engines were in full control of themselves and one by one, their drivers and firemen retired, leaving the engines to think and do things for themselves. But some engines aren’t capable of doing this, mainly the mentally, physically ill, or engines who are just too rowdy who can’t/don’t want to be left alone.✨🩷
❤️✨The engines are now seen as people who do have rights and are able to marry, vote, go to jail, ect. The engines are able to marry humans but it isn’t as common so me and Dougie being a couple wasn’t too welcomed at first. Even though they may be able to turn into humans, they don't need to eat, drink, sleep. The girls don’t have periods and they don’t go through puberty like us humans. The closest things to engine puberty is like Henry getting his new boiler.✨❤️
🧡✨If the engines laugh really hard, like a wheeze kind of laugh, you might hear their horns/whistles.✨🧡
💛✨Now for having kids, I think the most logical (and somewhat pg) thing they can do is have some sort of magical blood ritual. The engines and coaches don’t have DNA to pass on to the carrier so they have to pray to Lady for her assistance. She'll prick the left ring finger of each lover and let the blood drip into a small glass vial while they’re asleep as to not give her identity away. She'll then sprinkle Gold Dust, an angel's laugh, a ray of the sun, a rose petal, and a slice of a rainbow and shake it up very well. Then, she pours it into the Lake of Life in her Magic Railway, allowing the child to come to life. She picks up the baby, dries them off, and swaddles them in a pink or blue blanket, as she drops them off in a basket in the front door of the parent's home. (The baby is in the house dw) and the next morning, the parents will find their new child, ready to start their life.✨💛
💚✨Lady is their Goddess. She gave life to the first object she saw which was her engine body in 1805. The Magic Railway is Train Heaven TM. It was only when the humans figured out how her magic worked, did they steal some from her and give life to the coaches, trucks, breakvans, ect. Lady fled from England to Russia, where no one knew who she was. There she met D10… (I’ll explain their story in more detail in a different post) ✨💚
#I’ll add more if I can think of any#I finally figures out how they have kids!#Let me know if I should add anything#ttte#thomas the tank engine#thomas and friends#Pinned Post
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Oh and for the other ask game
Community for the fandom
Pezberry for the ship
Rachel Barbra Berry and Emily Fields for the character 💕
ohh thanks 💕
community
favorite character: annie edison my beloved 💜
least favorite character: honestly idk 🤔
5 favorite ships: jeffbritta is fav, but overall i'm not really into community ships tbh. i mostly prefer the friendships. but i do love trobed and i thought abed and brie larson's character were adorable together. i'm torn on jeffannie tho.
character i find most attractive: annie!! alison brie is so gorgeous
character i would marry: i'd say annie but that wouldn't end well lol. probably troy <3
character i would be best friends with: trobedison my beloveds
a random thought: i love jeff and shirley's friendship so much
an unpopular opinion: jeff and abed are my fav duo. it started with them and ended with them and i love how their friendship progresses so much throughout the show. and the double hug never fails to make me cry!
my canon otp: jeffbritta 💕
my non canon otp: trobed
most epic villain: chang in season 3 is so iconic
character i feel the writers screwed up: post-season 1 pierce tbh
favorite friendship: the greendale seven in general or jeff and abed
character i most identify with: annie
pezberry
when i started shipping them: i remember reading a few pezberry fics back in the day but i think they became my fav in 2021
my thoughts: absolutely obsessed with them
what makes me happy about them: their chemistry, their duets, the top tier enemies to friends to lovers, late season 4 and early season 5 and post-feud pezberry <3
what makes me sad about them: the feud and the fact that season 6 just totally ignored them
things done in fanfic that annoys me: tbh it's been awhile since i read glee fics so idk
things i look for in fanfic: season 4 or 5 canon divergence lol
who i'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i love st berry endgame so that was great. i'm not really into brittana tho so idk for santana
my happily ever after for them: married and successful together ❤️
rachel berry
how i feel about this character: she's my everything ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
all the people i ship romantically with this character: too many lol - santana, jesse, quinn, puck, mercedes, mike, tina
my favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: hummelberry and kurtcheltana 🫶🏻
my unpopular opinion about this character: i kinda love her pop covers. she puts her own ✨dramatic spin✨ on them, it's fun
one thing i wish had happened with this character: bisexual rachel berry, we were robbed
favorite friendship: kurtcheltana 🫶🏻
my crossover ship: honestly idk lol
emily fields
how i feel about this character: my girl ❤️❤️ i love her
all the people i ship romantically with this character: spencer, maya, samara (that was her name right? lol), alison, paige
my favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: i also ship them but spencer 🫶🏻 i love their friendship sm. also emily and toby!!
my unpopular opinion about this character: shay is a great actress. she just doesn't get to show off her abilities as much as others do. she's subtle and is the perfect actress for emily. also emily isn't boring 😤
one thing i wish had happened with this character in canon: more emaya 😔
favorite friendship: the liars in general, spemily or emily & toby
my crossover ship: idk lol
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The River is my favorite song from the album as well, it's just so good I can't describe it. Yeah it had Fleetwood Mac vibes but it still was different. I just loved Riley Keough's voice it's amazing and I can't believe neither her and Sam Claflin didn't know how to sing beforehand. Based on the production of everything so far I'm not scared that we'll get a faithful adaptation. Like I'm still in shock we got an actual album, can't wait for it to be in my top 5 of Spotify wrapped 😭❤️
I'm also worried for Camilas character, I don't want the show to be like both Daisy and her were hating each other. Camila was an amazing woman who despite everything never made everyone feel bad. I mean she encouraged Daisy to get better and stayed with Billy when he was an ass. If they make the show about her being a crazy bitch wife who is in the way of Billy and Daisy I'll throw hands, because she wasn't like this. The real enemy will always be Billy Dunne I'm sorry but my girls never did anything wrong lol.
I kinda hope they do a mini tour I love their voices! It's crazy how the songs feel like they could easily merge into a Fleetwood Mac album and you'd never know.
That's my exact fear. Is that they make them enemies.
I think it's a natural reaction for Camila to get a bit jealous/weary of Daisy. To be honest, I was surprised she didn't. But not exactly because of Daisy. Because of Billy. This is a man who has a history of infidelity. He broke the trust, the foundation of his relationship with Camila. In the short time between him cheating and Daisy coming along is not nearly enough to fix that. It's perfectly natural for her to be weary of the two of them spending so much time together and touring. It's all up to Billy to draw a line and make sure it's never crossed. If they do this approach, I'd understand, but if they make it this messy love triangle with a jealous, controlling wife, I'd be pissed.
What would be nice is after Camila delivers that speech to Daisy and Daisy leaves. Camila leaves Billy. I always thought Camila deserved more. As impactful as her speech was, it was kinda sad to hear. For Daisy, it was exactly what she needed. But for Camila, it sounded like she's settling. Nothing mattered. It didn't matter if he cheated again or loved Daisy more because she married him. He's hers. (I don't have my book near. I don't remember exactly what she says) To a point, I understand. That's your man. But at the same time, it's sad to hear because Camila deserves to be treated better than a side piece when she's the wife. Sigh I just wanted more for her ya know?
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January Book Review
Every month I will be doing a minor review of all the books I have read so far in 2023. I'll always include the title, author, and overall rating! I hope you all find a gem on this list the way I have ❤️
Good Girl Complex - Elle Kennedy: First impression is DEAR GOD PLEASE WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE A BET. I was thrown back to circa 2012 when After was all the rage and questioned everything about my purchase. And while this book was a little cliche, I really enjoyed that, unlike After, the characters are actually loveable and there's so much more charm to it outside of the bet & it delves much deeper than just bad boy meets good college girl. I was hooked and read the whole thing in 5 hours because I needed to know how it was going to go. Overall rating: 8/10
Ship Wrecked - Olivia Dade: My first impression is a refreshing one bc thank god I'm reading a book where both leads are plus-size. Media is so hellbent on only one person in the relationship being plus-sized that I actually was surprised to see them on the cover and know they'd still get the hot romance, smutty treatment other leads do. The overall story and smut were fantastic. I did enjoy seeing them grow and confess things they were afraid of as the story went on. That being said, the timing was weird. There were a lot of time skips, and in between each chapter, there were texts/interviews/fanfics that didn't coincide with the time of the story. So I was lost a lot, esp when they did a random 6-year skip without saying there was a skip at the beginning. Overall rating: 8.5/10
The Demon's Bargain - Katee Robert: If you didn't know by now, Katee Robert has me by the throat. I love all of her books sm so I was super excited for this one. It's a lot shorter than her other books in the A Deal with a Demon series - only about 120 pages, so I finished it in a few hours. There's not much plot development bc the story is focused on just a three day span then the epilogue shows what happened years later. This book has everything - revenge on shitty exes, non-binary demons, pegging, and a whole lotta bloody sex. If you want an in-depth, profound story then this one may not be for you. This is clearly just for demon-fuckers, and while I wished I could have had more of Lenora and Ramanu bc I really enjoyed them, I know we'll see them in other books so I'm okay with it. Overall rating: 10/10 bc I'm a simple horny bitch.
To Marry and To Meddle - Martha Waters: Martha Waters is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors. I loved To Have and To Hoax & To Love and To Loathe, so I looked forward to this one a lot. Emily and Julian were a really interesting story bc they weren't enemies to lovers, they weren't constantly quarreling over things to rekindle their love - they were just two people attracted to each other that entered into a marriage of convenience. Their conflict lied within the fact they weren't supposed to fall in love, and they were only supposed to help each other with their respective problems. I'm also a huge sucker for a rake with a soft center, who just wants to be loved and accepted by people; and that's who Julian is. It was spicy and funny and so tender at moments that I read it within a day. Overall rating: 12/10
Sense & Sensibility - Jane Austen: I will be honest and say I did not pick up this book because of personal preference. I am currently in a class that has a focus on Jane Austen, so this was the first book I read, and honestly, I loved it. It took me a few days to really get into it, but MAN the drama??? Jane Austen was the OG scandal writer in my eyes idc. I was listening to the audiobook and when I heard someone say that Edward was engaged I went "WHO?" out loud. I felt like I was listening to a reality tv show in that moment. Marianne is my fave character, but I did not want to see her end up with who she ended up with. Nor did I want Elinor to end with her husband because he made her seem like a second choice. Other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed the story and characters. Overall rating: 9/10
Book Lovers - Emily Henry: The first Emily Henry book I read was The People We Meet on Vacation, and while I liked it, it wasn't something that made me go "WOW, I'd reread that!" But Book Lovers?? I absolutely would - and WILL - reread it. There was so much to unpack with the main character, Nora, and I absolutely loved that she did not have to change or lose herself at the end of the book because she found someone who understood her. If you are someone who roots for the woman that always gets left behind for the wholesome farm girl in cheesy Hallmark movies then this book is for you. Overall rating: 10/10
Pride & Prejudice - Jane Austen: I don't know if Jane Austen was the first to really write enemies to lovers, but she sure wrote the kind I thoroughly enjoy. There's not much I can say about this book that hasn't been said by others. It was good--dragged on a bit longer than I anticipated at some points--but its a classic for a reason. Ngl tho I think I enjoyed Pride & Prejudice & Zombies a lot more. Scandalous, I know. Overall Rating: 9.5/10
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Hey! I know you’re neck deep in MotH and Online/Offline rn (which both are amazing btw) but I was wondering if you would ever consider doing a Hongjoong fake texts story? Out of curiosity ❤️❤️
(I actually finished writing both fics near the end of last year, lol. I discovered a long time ago that I couldn't come back to a project once a week to write, and my one unfinished fic is still unfinished because of it. I am neck deep in other things though lol)
So I had to think about this a little bit. Currently my projects are:
Getting ready to self-publish an original novella (or attempt, I'm still looking for an editor and I have to contact someone about cover art and there's so much more to do after that 😭)
Working on an original erotica book for a different pen name (still in the writing process)
And then I wanted to do some mini-fic prequels for a side character each from Online/Offline and Music of the Heart (since I already had ideas for them as I was writing and other people saying they liked them makes me want to actually write them lol)
I was also planning on doing a kind of text-only visual novel kind of story (like… a romantic choose your own adventure but only in text since making the art would take up so much time and I can't really see paying someone to do it since it's a fan thing and wouldn't make money), where each of the eight Ateez members inhabit one of the popular manhwa tropes I've seen (like… "duke of the north who seems cold but isn't," that kind of thing) and the reader is a princess trying not to be married off to a man she doesn't love and they get to choose which of the eight they want to fall in love with and each has their own stuff going on. I had started trying to map out the choices, but I kind of hit a wall on how to map them out (I literally could not find any resources on outlining visual novels) and I should really be working on a writing career first since we live in a capitalist hellscape and I need to write to make money since 9-5 jobs don't really agree with me (in a… mental health sense. They might if I got paid more. At least then I could delude myself into thinking I'm happy because the exchange for my sanity and the finite time I have on this planet would be greater 😀).
Also, I normally end up writing fics about whatever fictional/kpop man I'm interested in at the time (which, if you look at my old fics, is why I'm so all over the place, lol) and while Hongjoong is a fashion inspiration, he's not my bias*, and that's normally where my desire to write a romance about them comes from (I'm a simple gal lol). *(Yunho sort of was my second bias when I started writing the fics in 2021, but he's really not anymore. I've been a steady San, Mingi/Hwa girl, with San as my OG Ateez bias and forever #1, and Mingi and Hwa occasionally switching in the 2 and 3 spot)
So idk, unless I come up with a really good idea for Hongjoong that just tucks me under its arm and runs away with me in tow, I don't really see me making a smau for him? I think that right now all my ideas are probably going to go to the erotica series (which is based around a fictional kpop boygroup and [hopefully] each member will be getting 1-3 books), so I think all my ideas that could be used for kpop aus are probably going to go there, at least for the time being. There's going to be a s.coups/hongjoong-ish leader/producer (who might get the enemies to lovers trope), but that'll also be a while (I think his book is like eight or nine in the series lol 😅 there's ten members in the group)
So, in short: probably not 🤷♀️? Sorry. I also don't know what the future holds, but don't get your hopes up, just in case.
#asked and answered#if I had more time I would write all the things but I was honestly supposed to have published at least ONE thing by now#I had bad burnout and then was sick for 2 of the first three months of this year
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We decided to go to the park to find a date for Ruby
We decided to go to the park to find a date for Ruby. Both twins are bright and happy.
AND OUR DAD WAS HERE
That’s not even the funniest part about that
ARUN BHEEDA
THE HUSBAND OF PEPPER’S ENEMY
IS A FAN OF PEPPERS HUSBAND
HES SUCH A FAN THAT HE FAINTS AT THE SIGHT OF PEPPERS HUSBAND
I CANT 😂
Mercury is also here.
Salim took his alien girl to the park
Family reunion ❤️
Kian just played his guitar for tips while Ruby tried to find a date.
And he mastered his guitar skill.
SLAY. KING. 🎸👑
We Stan Kian Nosobirrie in this household.
AND LOOK WHO SHOWED UP (with his little brother)
I know I said we were over Laurant, but also…
Every time we talk to Laurant, he’s feeling flirty.
MIXED SIGNALS. MIXED SIGNALS ALL AROUND.
One minute he wants Kian. Next minute he’s not interested. Next minute he’s wanting to flirt with Kian again.
YES OR NO DUDE. SIMPLE QUESTION.
Kian’s all over him though. I can’t blame him cause I really do ship it…
So they just casually made out in public…
While our dad stalked them. Again.
Every time I try to spend quality time with a crush, Salim is there stalking us.
(Salim. They’re adults. Get over it.)
Ruby, for context, also USED TO DATE LAURANT.
When they were teenagers, she dated Laurant cause she crushed on him. But he was too carefree for her type so she broke up with him.
And Kian ALSO had a crush on Laurant around the same time.
So these twins were in love with the same dude. So, LOVE TRIANGLE.
So it’s VERY awkward having Ruby witness her twin brother being so affectionate towards her ex.
She thought Laurant was a done deal, but now he’s making out with her brother…
DRAMA
I also cheated Laurant to be a young adult so this romance could happen.
Laurant is a carefree party animal. He’s a child of the ocean, loyal, and a goofball.
Kian is a musical genius. He’s hot headed, a music lover, and loyal.
They have a similar trait. They’re both carefree. He likes water and he has a fire esthetic.
THIS IS LITERALLY A FIRE X WATER SHIP.
Plus Kian, the game decided at random, that he was gay. I checked. He’s only into men.
While Ruby is bisexual and into both sexes.
So I can definitely see Kian and Ruby both having same sex spouses. Ruby in elder age of course, cause challenge rules. But I can see Kian marrying a guy and not having kids.
But Ruby got sick with a rash. So we had to go home. We didn’t find Ruby a date.
We found the other twin a date instead 😂
I don’t regret not choosing Kian as the heir, but also… he’s better at this romance job than his sister is.
#sims#the sims 4#sims 4#my sims#the sims#sims 4 gameplay#simblr#sims 4 screenshots#the sims community#not so berry#not so berry challenge#not so berry rose#Ruby Nosobirrie#Kian Nosobirrie#salim benali#Mercury Nosobirrie#Laurant Michaelson
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Holidate
for a fics exchange hosted by @cherryutas
Hi @ncteaxhoe, this is for you. Sorry for asking you a lot of questions then disappearing. I can't decide who to write for so I used all the options. Also tried to include all the tropes you want but I'm really bad in some of them. This seemed so rush, I'm sorry. But I hope you like it, Indrani ❤️ Happy Holidays, love.
characters: Lee Taeyong, Johnny Seo, Jung Jaehyun x female! reader (feat Yuta Nakamoto and his girlfriend, sorry I had to. Cameo by Kim Doyoung because Inna loves him as well) genre: fluff, college au, friends to lover, ex to lover, enemies to lover, slightly suggestive (There’s just a lot of things going on) word count: 7.7k words summary: It’s the Holiday but you’re stuck in campus. A bummer, right? But what if you’re stuck with three guys? warnings: language, a lot of making out, kinda NSFW by the end
You put down the tray of food with a loud thud, making the three people on the table look at you in surprise. “You seemed pissed, Y/N. What happened?” Taeyong asked that made you sit on the available chair beside him.
“I have to take an extra class.”
The only girl from the group got the piece of card where your grades are written. “Literature? But you spent nights doing that essay, didn’t you?”
“Surprisingly, it vanished.”
It didn’t make sense. You’re pretty sure you submitted your work but when you asked for the professor, he showed you that there are no essays with your name on them. “So you’re going to take extra classes this holiday?”
You sighed, already wanting to cry. Goodbye Swiss Alps! You should be snowboarding with your parents, not attending remedial classes. This is the worst year ever. “Do you want me to stay with you?” your roommate asked that made her boyfriend look at her in revolt. They were planning this Japan trip for months. Who are you to ruin this for them? “But I can’t leave you here alone.” You giggled at that. She’s such a mom. “Who would remind you not to talk to boys? To lock the door of the apartment? What if someone follows you home and…?”
“You’re so good at overthinking.” Yuta teased. “Y/N is a college student and you’re the one who doesn’t lock the door, baby.” The girl rolled her eyes, pouting.
“Don’t worry. I’ll stay on campus and remind Y/N to lock the doors.” Taeyong claimed that made the three of you look at him. Your roommate asked the question running in your mind, what about the cruise tour with his family? “The tour is rescheduled so I’ll be here during the holidays.”
“That sucks,” Yuta claimed then grinned at his girlfriend. “So can we calm down and go to Japan now that Taeyong is staying with Y/N?” Your roommate nodded, grinning at you.
Even the day when they had to go to Japan, your roommate had been repeatedly asking you if you wanted her to stay with you which you would always shake your head. “I’ll call you every night,” she said and you giggled, nodding at her. “If something goes wrong, call Taeyong.” You nodded before she slapped your best friend’s arm to get his attention. “Take care of Y/N.”
Taeyong hissed, rubbing the part the other girl just hit. “I swear you and Y/N are like a married couple. I’m surprised you’re still dating Yuta.”
The mentioned guy laughed then hugged his girlfriend by the shoulder. “We’ll be late for our flight. Say goodbye to your wife, baby.” he teased which made you laugh. You hugged her before warning Yuta to take care of her. It must be nice to date like that. You’re even convinced that since Yuta will introduce her to his family, wedding bells will be heard soon.
You watched as the cab disappeared to the corner then sighed. It’s the start of your lonely holiday without your roommate. “Want to get some milkshake?” You smiled, at least Taeyong is here.
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You realized how boring it was to spend the holidays on the campus when you were in the same office as you were yesterday. It was your second day of asking your professor to let you resubmit the essay. You can do it again, instead of taking classes. Maybe you can still go to the Alps with your parents if he let you. But this professor is no joke. He’s really meant to make your life miserable.
“You can just earn class points, Y/N,” he suggested, seeing your desperation. You never agreed to anything that fast. You can do anything as long as you don’t have to attend a four-week remedial class. Maybe you can earn class points that would be good enough to suffice for your failing literature grade.
When he brought you to the library, your heart sank in your chest. Seated there is the man you thought you will never see again. Why is he here? Shouldn’t he be in Chicago? The surprise was all you can make out from his features when he looked at you. “I asked Johnny Seo to help me with my research. You can work with my TA to earn points.”
You? Working with Johnny Seo? Now, the three-week class looks more tempting.
It’s not like you hated him so much. But how can you work with someone who you considered your first major heartbreak? He was your first love. The first real boyfriend you had. You envisioned the future together, going to the same university, and even planning a family together after graduation. That was until he muttered the words, ‘I have to go to Chicago. I’m sorry, Y/N.’
“Then why is he here? In the same university?” Your roommate asked by phone that made you shrug. Honestly, you don’t know. You only told the professor that you’ll think about it and that you’ll come back tomorrow but really, you wanted to breathe a different air as Johnny or you’ll feel suffocated. “But that is the only choice you have, to work with him.”
A villainous chuckle escaped your lips. Johnny is always like that. He didn’t give you any reason why he left. He didn’t give you an option. You thought you can stay with him even if he flew miles away but he never once contacted you. He left you with no choice but to get your heartbroken. Now, he still left you with no choice but to work with him.
“I’ll just distract myself for the meantime.”
“There’s a party in our frat house tonight,” Yuta claimed that made you startled. Has he been listening to your conversation all along? “I’ll tell Taeyong to pick you up.” But you don’t want to bother your friend. He may have other things to do. “Tell them I invited you. Doyoung knows you, anyway.”
Well, that can take your mind away from all of this. “I’ll go. Thank you, Yuta.”
“Wear my black dress and go have some fun, babe. We’ll call Taeyong to look out for you.” your roommate claimed, even hearing Yuta asking her what black dress she’s talking about. “Be a good girl and enjoy, babe.”
“I should be telling you that.”
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You hated how the black dress looked so small on your body. It was uncomfortable. You shouldn’t have listened to your roommate. But she’s more of the party kind and honestly, your clothes aren’t fit for this kind of party. You were also surprised that there are still a handful of people at the party. Are they staying here for the holiday? Doyoung greeted you while handing you a red cup that made you wince at the smell. “Yuta hyung called me. I think Taeyong is already here.” Your eyes lit up. Maybe you can hang out with him. But when Doyoung pointed you to the balcony, you saw your friend kissing a woman in skimpy clothes.
Taeyong isn’t a stranger to you. You knew him better than you knew your roommate, stemming from the friendship you had since preschool. It was the typical story of him saving you from the other male classmates who kept on teasing you. From then on, you became inseparable.
He’s always the famous kid. Everyone wants to be Taeyong’s friend and you’re lucky that you’re on the top of that list.
It isn’t a surprise when he picked up popularity in the university, especially when he joined the fraternity. So why are you surprised that he’s already kissing someone? Maybe hanging with him is out of the question now.
The alcohol in the glass you were holding made your head whirl. Normally, your roommate would have asked her boyfriend to drive you back to the apartment by this time. But she’s not here and you’re all alone. You took another gulp of the liquid before deciding that it’s enough for one night. Maybe you can sleep soundly at home now.
“Hey.” someone called that made you look at the person smiling at you. Maybe it was the alcohol that your vision is slowly getting blurry. You only felt someone hold your waist before being pulled by the same man who has his lips on yours. Are you that drunk? When your roommate told you to enjoy, you knew she didn’t mean that you’ll get kissed by a stranger.
When his tongue slithered inside your mouth, you pushed him away and in instinct, kicked his crotch that made him wince in pain. Everyone’s eyes were on the two of you but before you could apologize, someone already dragged you outside of the frat house.
“What the hell are you wearing?” He asked, shouting, and immediately knew that it was Taeyong. Warmth suddenly engulfed you as you smelled his cologne, his jacket wrapped around you. What’s wrong with what you were wearing? “No wonder that jerk just straight up harassed you.” Well, he just kissed you. There’s nothing wrong with that. Taeyong was even enjoying kissing someone earlier. Why can’t you? “Who told you about that party?”
He looks so agitated that if he’s not mad at you, you would have laughed at his face. Why is this such a big deal? “Yuta,” you whispered and he rolled his eyes, muttering the couple’s name under his breath. Again, why is he making such a fuss over this? “You should go back there and enjoy your date. I can walk alone, I’m not that drunk.”
“It’s late,” Taeyong claimed then stopped. “Date?”
You nodded. “You were kissing someone on the balcony.” He groaned, making you pout. “Why didn’t I know that you’re dating someone? Are you really planning to hide it…?”
“It’s not.” If the place is noisy, you wouldn’t even hear his voice. “I’m not dating anyone.” Then why are they kissing? “From now on, don’t go to those parties without me.” You were about to revolt when he held your shoulders, facing you to him. “I don’t want your wife to worry.”
You pouted then chuckled at that. Taeyong ruffled your hair like what he did when you were kids. He slings an arm around your shoulder before pretending to stagger and whining that he’s drunk, making you groan in annoyance.
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“Hi.” You rolled your eyes hearing that voice but didn’t look up from your book. Eventually, you accepted the additional work that your professor suggested and decided to just work with Johnny Seo instead of taking the three-week class. You’ll just shrug him off. Pretend that you’re not seeing him and this will be a breeze. From your peripheral vision, you saw how he sat in front of you and left a can of coffee next to the book you’re reading.
That took your attention. What’s with the can of coffee?
He looked smug when your eyes met, flashing that boyish smile of his. “You like coffee, right?”
You do. But you were just annoyed that the words coming out of your lips tasted so bitter, “I don’t.” He looked surprised, confused even. “A lot of things changed, Johnny.”
He had a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, obviously.”
You rolled your eyes. God, you are just so annoyed at everything. Why do you have to spend your precious time with him? You should be skiing right now. Is this heaven’s punishment on you? Spend Christmas with the guy you hated the most? You felt your phone vibrate and saw your mom’s number, calling you. In a hushed tone, you answered her call only to be surprised that the vacation to the Alps will be canceled. They cannot enjoy without you and they wanted you to focus on your studies.
You pouted when you dropped the call, whispering that you just wanted to hike a mountain before the New Year. To remove that from your bucket list before the year ends. Then this only means that you’ll stay for the whole Christmas vacation in school. How annoying. And it’s all because of this subject.
A soft chuckle can be heard when you bumped your head on the table because of annoyance. Johnny stared at you with a timid smile on his face. “What doesn’t change is how cute you are.” You groaned. What the fuck is this man saying?
You cannot stay like this with Johnny. You needed to distract yourself but how? You’re banned from frat parties because of Taeyong.
The answer came when you were walking on the campus, a red and white poster about the broadcast station needing a female staff. Since you’ll be on campus the whole vacation, might as well get a job. It was a long shot. You don’t know anyone from the broadcast station but when the staff smiled at you, without any interviews, you were weirded out but happy nevertheless. You have something to do finally. Your work is mostly done in the afternoon and that you have the whole night to yourself.
Taeyong wasn’t too keen on the idea of you working at the broadcasting station but you only shrugged him off.
After an annoying morning, being pissed off by the presence of Johnny Seo, you were on your way to the radio station. You were briefed on what to do. To follow the radio DJ’s request and give him the cue sheets before every program. Honestly, what could go wrong?
It was a quarter past two, fifteen minutes left for the radio show to begin but you’re still waiting for the DJ you were working with. You regretted not listening to the radio show or even knowing who the DJ was. Maybe he’s in your class. Or someone in the same frat as Taeyong. Just five minutes before three, the door opened and you whipped your head to the reason of the sound, surprised to see a very familiar guy. “You’re late again.” the station manager claimed but the guy just stared at you, smiling. “This is Y/N. She’ll be your assistant from now on.” the manager introduced and you scrambled to get up on your feet. “Please Jae, no funny business.”
The guy raised an eyebrow then lend a hand for you to shake. Surprised, he kissed the back of your hand. “Still as sweet as ever, Y/N.” What? But he already let go of you and went inside the booth to start his show. Who the fuck is this guy? And what’s with that creepy remark?
“Jung Jaehyun?” your roommate asked, almost shouting on the phone that you had to move it away from you. “Jung fucking Jaehyun?” Should you be surprised that she knows him? Maybe he does belong to the same frat group as Yuta. “That guy is a fucking dream. Girl, he’s such a God in bed.” Wait, what? She lightly coughed then whispered in a soft voice. “That was what the other girls in class tell me.”
You had to giggle at that. “Are you sure you don’t have any firsthand experience with this Jung Jaehyun?”
“I don’t. But he’s really handsome with that dimple to die for.” She was almost swooning at her words that made you laugh. His dimples look so good, you had to note. Additional was the way his voice sounded so good on the radio. “But he dated a lot of girls, from cheerleaders to bookworms. I’m surprised you don’t know him. He’s like the most famous player on campus.” You shrugged. Maybe you just don’t care about it.
“I think staying on campus is doing a great thing for you,” she commented that startled you. Why? “I can’t wait to see you and hear about your holiday romance.” You rolled your eyes. As if there will be a romance.
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“Y/N,” Jaehyun called which made you look at him from what you were doing. When the station found out that you’re taking literature classes, they also asked you to start copywriting the spiels from the radio show. “Get me a Mocha Frappuccino, less ice, and more foam.” You rolled your eyes at the request. He had been doing it for days now and every time, he’ll scold you for taking his order wrong.
A sigh escaped your lips. “Are you sure with your order?” you asked then held out a hand to ask for a payment. The guy just grinned before slapping your hand that made you wince in pain. What the heck is wrong with this guy? “Pay for me.” You closed your eyes in annoyance before leaving the room.
Once outside, you started to mentally shout and punch the air. You didn’t care if he’s handsome or the most famous player on campus, you just wanted to punch the gut off Jung Fucking Jaehyun. Why is he so annoying? You thought it was fine. That was your work as his assistant. But God, he obviously wanted your life to be miserable. He kept on poking the fact that you had to retake a subject that’s why you’re here on campus. He would annoy you in the smallest way possible.
The way to the coffee shop is like a breath of fresh air from the annoyance brought by Jung Jaehyun. Maybe you’ll get your coffee as well.
You smiled seeing your bestfriend seated by the window of the coffee shop. Great, maybe you can ask him to buy you a coffee instead. But you stopped when a girl sat beside him. Taeyong gave her a kiss that startled you. He is indeed dating someone. Why didn’t he just say so? When he leaned in the second time, you felt someone hold your shoulder and turn your body around. The moment you looked at the face of the man who turned you around, you see Johnny looking at the scene behind you.
You turned your head to the side to avoid him but he only held the back of your head. “Don’t. You’ll hurt yourself.” A laugh erupted from you before pushing him off.
“What are you talking about?”
“Isn’t it the reason why you dated me in the first place?” Johnny asked which made you raise your eyebrow. “Because you were heartbroken over Taeyong.”
It was the third year in high school when you realized that you might have feelings for the guy you grew up with. “Y/N,” you overheard Taeyong say before you can get inside your homeroom. What is this about? “I think of her as my sister.” Your books fell in surprise. As expected, he doesn’t have any feelings for you.
“Are you just going to stand there?” You found the transferee picking up your books while kneeling in front of you, Johnny Seo. “You’re cute, Y/N.” When this transferee asked you for the Junior prom, you said yes. The beginning of your relationship with him.
How weird is it that the person who tried to heal you from heartbreak is the one who will break your heart in the end?
You hated how Johnny shook you up in those simple words. Is that what’s running in his mind the whole time you were dating each other? Is that the reason why he left? But you were genuinely in love with him that time. If not, why would you get so broken at the fact that he left you?
Then there’s Taeyong. He’s obviously dating someone. Why didn’t he just tell you? Why does he have to hide it? Is he not trusting you? That’s another heartbreak in the making.
“Y/N!” you heard someone call that snapped you from your thoughts. “Stop thinking about your boyfriend.” Jaehyun teased that made you roll your eyes. He asked for a bottle of water and you pouted while handing it to him, whispering why he’s so grumpy and annoying. “I wouldn’t be like this if you properly get my coffee.” You glared. How annoying!
“You know, you two look so good together.” the station head claimed, watching them from behind the booth. Both of you looked at her who was laughing at the surprise on your faces. “I wouldn’t be surprised that you’ll end up with each other.”
It was you who made a disgusting face first. “No way! He’s so bossy!”
“And you’re a prude.”
You scoffed at his words, glaring at the smirking guy. Jung Jaehyun is so fucking annoying! You wanted to wipe off that smug on his face. The station manager laughed at the prolonged eye contact. “Isn’t this the cue to kiss?” And you just glared at him. More reasons to hate Jung Jaehyun.
Maybe he was pushing all your buttons when he asked you to stay and clean up since you came in late and without his coffee. Seriously, how childish can this guy be? You were vacuuming the floor but he’s crumpling papers and throwing it up in the air, landing on the floor. You groaned in annoyance before picking up his trash. What the hell is this guy still doing here?
A ringtone disturbed you and you chuckled at the choice of song. Jaehyun’s eyes widened in surprise as you raised your eyebrow and stared at his phone. Breaking Free? The ultimate playboy’s ringtone is Highschool Musical. That’s news!
He groaned before picking up his phone and whispered words that you caught. “Yes mom, I’m eating fine. No, no. You don’t have to come here.” You smiled. That’s just cute. Jaehyun was glaring when he put down the phone after an ‘I love you, too mom.’ You just kept on minding your business to avoid yourself from giggling at how he looked at you. “Y/N, don’t tell anyone.”
You smirked. You might have gotten his kryptonite. You never guessed that he’s a mommy’s boy. Never guessed that he’s such a fan of Highschool Musical. The phrase, ‘Never judge a book from its cover’ came to you. “Y/N!” he shouted that made you turn to him. “Say something.”
You giggled at his frustration. “What?” You asked but he only glared. “I won’t tell anyone. We’re not that close.” You claimed then whispered, “No one would even believe that you’re such an HSM fan.”
He chuckled before standing in front of you. You gulped seeing him up close. Your roommate is right, he is handsome. He removed some cobwebs from your hair before smiling at you, dimple popping out from his cheek. A sudden realization overcame you. The guy at the party. That’s why Jaehyun is so familiar. “You were that pervert…”
“You’re referring to another guy, Y/N.”
You shook your head. “You were the guy who kissed me at the party.”
“Yeah,” he answered quickly that surprised you. He won’t hide it from you? “You still owe me from kicking my crotch.” Unconsciously, you stared at the spot in front of his pants that made him chuckle. His fingers held your chin, making you look up at him. “And I won’t hesitate to kiss you again, Y/N.”
You stepped backward, staring at him in confusion. What is he saying? “I like you, Y/N.” What? “Even before the party. Way before.” But he’s a player. Is this one of his tricks? “You were always with Taeyong or Yuta that I didn’t get a chance to talk to you. I was hoping that you could notice me but you didn’t.” You mentally shook your head. It can’t be. “Kissing you was a dare. To kiss the prettiest girl in the room,” he confessed that startled you more. “Again, I wouldn’t hesitate to kiss you again.”
You gasped in surprise. What is he saying? What is wrong with Jung Jaehyun? He’s an annoying kid. Why is he like this all of a sudden?
His words kept on replaying inside your mind. How can a school jock, the ultimate player of all, like someone like you? Maybe he’s just playing with you. Are you that easy to prey on? You even forgot your jacket because of running away from him. Why is it so cold already? And why is it so dark?
Maybe you can call Taeyong and eat some ramen to calm yourself down. You tried to call him but hang up on the second ring. What are you doing? He’s already dating someone. You shouldn’t interfere. What if she’s with his girl? This is so wrong.
God, you hate staying on campus this holiday!
There weren’t enough streetlights on your way back. Normally, if you have to go home late like this, Taeyong would walk with you. Maybe your roommate and her boyfriend, as well. But now, it’s just you and the lonely way home.
A shadow made you stop then came a man in a brown trench coat from the bushes. He had the menacing grin on his face that made you freeze. You heard about it before. They call him the Burberry man. An exhibitionist. You wanted to run, scream for help, but your feet were stuck on the ground. The moment he opened his large coat, you felt someone cover your eyes then hug you in his arms. Your head nuzzled on his chest as you whipped a faint scent of him. “You’re not even that big, mister.” You knew that voice. Johnny.
Footsteps can be heard running away as you held on to his shirt, hands trembling in fear. He saved you, again. “I got you, Y/N,” he whispered, hands caressing the back of your head. “You’re safe now.”
Johnny never let go of your shaking hand while walking to your apartment. He even opened the light out for you and stood outside the door. “Next time, don’t go out too late. And shout if you see him again.” He held your cheek. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered as you held your breath for the next words he will mutter. “I know I did wrong. I was so insecure that you didn’t love me the way I love you so when mom asked me to go to her, I took it as a chance to test you.” To test you? “You didn’t even stop me from going. I thought it was some cliché romance drama where you would run and stop me from going but you didn’t.”
You were about to revolt but he continued, “And I realized, while in Chicago, that you’re not like that.” His eyes were staring into yours. His voice and the sincerity in his voice make your head hurt. “I missed you so much. Please give me another chance, Y/N. I want to be with you.”
The moment you closed the door to your apartment, you breathed a heavy sigh. First, Jaehyun. Now, Johnny. Your head is aching really bad. Can this day get any worse?
You stopped seeing Taeyong lying on the living room couch of your apartment. What is he doing here? How long had he been here? The TV was open and he was snoring lightly. Why is he here?
The phone above the coffee table blinked and you saw how it opened to a message from his mom. You didn’t want to pry but you clearly saw the pictures of her and his dad on the cruise. Didn’t he say that it was rescheduled? The next message from his mom startled you, ‘I miss you, Yong.’ ‘You should have come with us’ ‘But I understand Y/N is more important’ You glanced at the message twice to make sure that you read it correctly. Why is your name in her message?
“Oh, you’re here,” he whispered, rubbing his eyes. You dropped his phone in surprise and saw how his eyes darted from the pictures and message, that he clearly saw, to you. “Y/N, I can explain.”
“You said the tour was rescheduled.”
He sighed. “When you said you’re staying here on campus, I asked mom to skip going to the tour with them.” Why? “I can’t leave you alone here.”
“I’m not a kid!” Your voice raised in frustration. Why do they keep protecting you like this?
“I know!” he rubbed his temples. “But those guys were lurking around for you.” You raised an eyebrow at him. What guys? And why does he even care? “I’ll cook you some dinner.”
He stood up to go to the kitchen but you held his wrist. You can’t do this. Not now. “Taeyong, just go to your girlfriend.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“You were kissing that girl…”
He breathed heavily. “I can’t always kiss strangers pretending they’re you.” The words were so hushed that you had to look at him to know if what you heard was correct. It can’t be. Not Lee Taeyong. “I’ve always liked you, Y/N. I wanted to be the guy for you but I don’t want to ruin what we have.” But he said he treats you like his sister. “I’m crazy for you, Y/N.”
Your head was aching when he left. Head throbbing for an unknown reason. Why did all of these happen today? Your phone rang and thinking that it was one of those guys, you didn’t bother checking on it and just hugged your pillow. You didn’t know what to feel so when the second time your phone rang, you just snapped and angrily muttered a hello. “Y/N, are you okay?” You were relieved that it was a female’s voice on the other line. Your roommate. “Are you crying? What happened?”
The tears fell from your eyes as you sobbed while calling her name, “What should I do?”
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You turned off your phone the whole day, not caring whether your parents will call. You just wanted to be alone. You changed the house passcode and locked the doors and window after making sure that you have enough food at home. You’re feeling under the weather and just stayed in bed the whole day.
Whenever you would remember the things that happened yesterday, your head would throb. You wished everything is just a fever dream. Yes, you can do that. Maybe you’ll sleep and wake up at the beginning of December. You wouldn’t have to apply for a part-time in the broadcasting station. You wouldn’t attend the frat party. You’ll make sure that your essay is passed to the professor. And all this holiday fiasco will be gone.
Maybe you’ll wake up in a hotel and go snowboarding later.
But that was just wishful thinking.
You woke up in your bed, dark outside. You’ve been sleeping for hours now. And even if you rested your mind and body, you still felt tired.
You hated how all the movies on television talks about a Christmas romance. Why can’t they show the Grinch or Home Alone? The mindlessly flipping of channels was disturbed when you heard a knocking on the door. Who would have visited you this late? Groaning, you stood up and opened the door. Surprised to see the three guys standing outside your apartment and glaring at each other. “What are you three doing here?”
“Y/N, go out with me this Christmas.”
“Date me this Christmas.”
“Be with me this Christmas.”
You stared at the three in confusion before their words registered in your mind. What the hell?
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Taeyong is the type to go to these elegant dates. The ones where he would pick you up at seven, claiming that you have a reservation in one of the poshest restaurants in town. He would show up in his black Toyota, looking as dashing as ever while you struggle to walk on your heels and black tight dress.
“You look so beautiful,” he whispered against your ear as his thumb rubbed the dip of your waist, sending a shiver down your spine.
As if the way he looked, with his brushed up hair and heavenly visuals, and the way he held you in his arms isn’t enough to send you into a mess, he had to reverse the car as he parked in front of the museum you badly want to go to. Some of the buttons of his dress shirt were loose that you saw a peek of his chest, making your cheeks heat up. The warmth travelling down to your core.
He held you close, careful not to lose you in the crowd even make you stumble because of your shoes, as you view all the paintings adorning the hall. “Thank you for bringing me here,” you whispered and he smiled. You aren’t even an art major but you liked paintings, even have a passion for artworks by some non-famous painters. When you both reached the hallway, the crowd had subsided and in front of you is a painting that startled you, ‘Touch’ by Joan Semmel.
Your eyes focused on the colors and lines showcasing the flesh of a human. The woman’s leg is on top of her lover while his hand rests on the inside of her thigh. The painting isn’t explicitly sexual, it doesn’t really top the painting Yuta gave your roommate where the woman is being pleasured by an octopus, but it obviously does things to you. How does it feel to be that close to a man? To be held that way by someone?
To your astonishment, it wasn’t just you who was bothered by it. If possible, Taeyong got warmer as he pulled you closer by the waist. His eyes were focused on the painting and he smacked his lips that made you blink. Noticing your stare, he glanced at you and you gulped. His eyes were soft as they stare at you, dark orbs making you focus on him. The moment he leaned in, you realized that it isn’t just his eyes that are soft, his lips and tongue even.
“Excuse me.” a booming voice called that made you pull away from the steamy kiss. “I’m sorry but…” the guard said in a hushed tone. Taeyong giggled before nodding, muttering an apology at what happened. He guided you out of the place in complete embarrassment before laughing.
You pouted. How can Taeyong act as of that kiss never happened? As if he didn’t get turned on with the painting? That was the thought running in your mind as he drove to the restaurant he had the reservation to. It startled you that he had to bring you to a high-class restaurant that you only saw on Instagram. The price of food is off the roof here and it’s Christmas Eve, how did he get a reservation? You were aware that Taeyong is rich but not this filthy rich.
Not only that, but he also ordered wine for the two of you and an expensive steak. This is too much for a date. When it came to dessert, he politely declined that made you pout. You understood why he didn’t drink too much wine but dessert? That’s the best meal in this restaurant.
He drove you home without many words but you cannot shake the subtle stares he would give you. He would reach out to hold your hand while the lights are red and kiss the back of it. The warmth of his lips lingering on your skin. He walked you to the steps of your apartment, not letting go of your hand. “Do you want to come inside, Yong?” You knew that question was useless. Before changing the passcode of the house, he can come in and out as he will.
He smiled. That boyish smile that you grew accustomed to. But now it made your heartbeat wildly against your chest. “Please don’t shake me like this, Y/N.” You stared in surprise. You’re not doing anything. He stepped forward, hand holding your cheek. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?” You’ve never agreed to anything that fast in your life. He was gentle while holding you, lips softly touching yours. He tasted like wine that made your mind swirl in different directions.
“Not joining the cruise is the best decision I ever made.”
You laughed as you pulled him inside your apartment. It is.
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Johnny is the type of guy who would surprise you for a date. He would ask you to wear comfortable clothes and pick you up at an odd hour in the afternoon. He would open the car door for you and you marvel at how dandy he looks. Johnny is always like that, you thought, a typical boy next door vibe.
He didn’t tell you where you’re going but you have your hunches upon seeing a picnic basket on the backseat of the car. To your surprise, he parked the car in a small hiking place. “I know you wanted to hike a mountain before the new year. Isn’t it just a part of your bucket list?” You only stared in confusion then remembered that he was there when you were talking to your mom about wanting to hike.
You smiled. He remembered.
Johnny held your hand while the other carried the basket for your food. The moment reached the peak of the mountain, after little walks, you were in awe at how the city looked like. You didn’t know hiking could be this rewarding.
He laid out the blanket for you to sit on. Your eyes are still focused on the astounding view in front of you. A chuckle can be heard beside you followed by a club sandwich appearing before you. “Eat first. You have the whole afternoon to look at the view.”
You grinned before obeying him, actually humming at how amazing the food is. “Did you make these?” He nodded while wiping the mayonnaise on the corner of your lip. Johnny licked his thumb that made you stare. That was hot. “I didn’t know you can cook.” You diverted your look on the cherry tomatoes inside one container.
The guy laughed wholeheartedly. “It’s just putting things together,” he claimed between laughs. “But I can learn to cook for you.” Your heart almost jumped out of your chest. When you were dating, Johnny isn’t this smooth with his words. Did Chicago do this to him?
The lights dimmed as the sun begins to set, making your eyes shimmer at the beauty in front of you. It’s Christmas Eve, just a few hours and it’s already Christmas. The orange, pink, and purple hues were a feast in your eyes. You didn’t know that you can witness this marvel during the Holiday and it’s all because of Johnny. “Thank you for bringing me here, Johnny.”
“Are you happy?” You nodded. So happy. “Then that’s all that matters.”
It was quiet but it’s not awkward. Even if it is a holiday there are a few people in the place that made it calming. But everything must come to an end. And that happened when the sky turned darker and you heard smooching coming from behind. Both you and Johnny whipped your head to the back to see a couple making out on their own picnic blanket. Not just making out, but the guy’s hand was already inside the girl’s shirt.
“Do you want to go?” he asked and you nodded, hurriedly packing up your things.
Johnny was careful while heading down the peak. Although there are steps, it was still a little slippery because of the dew. You can even feel yourself slipping a bit but he was quick to hold you by the waist just to prevent you from falling down. His scent is addicting and the way his arms held you is comforting.
Like a place you knew you should belong to.
It was awkward sitting beside him on the passenger seat of his car. “Can we do this again?” You asked to lighten the mood.
Johnny chuckled, nodding at you. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.” You stared at him for the continuation. “I hid your paper.” Why aren’t you surprised? “It was a long shot. But I wanted to talk to you again and ask for a second chance.” Well, there’s nothing you can do now. It already happened. It’s funny how he did all that just to talk to you. He held your hand, “Please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad, stupid.”
“Then…” he started, facing you. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?” You nodded. His hand held your cheek as he leaned in closer to kiss you. It was different than when you were dating before, Johnny is bolder now. He sucked your bottom lip, tongue slipping inside your mouth that made you moan. “Please give me a second chance, Y/N. I’ll make this right. I swear, I won’t hurt you again.”
You smiled the nodded. Maybe second chances are not so bad after all.
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Jaehyun, on the other hand, is the type to enjoy casual dates. Just a simple coffee shop date. Cliché but romantic, nonetheless.
He would choose a coffee shop near campus, somewhere not that crowded yet there are still people enjoying their afternoon dose of coffee. He took the chance to get to know you, what coffee you like, the pastry you love, even taking time in knowing your hobbies and interests through casual talks. Like a first date.
Well, it is your first date with him.
Jaehyun didn’t shy away from his achievements as well. Being the MVP in the latest basketball championship and the reigning beer pong champion in their fraternity group with Yuta. He told you about his family, even showing you pictures of his mom and dad that confirmed where he got those good-looking genes. Amazing genes that you would badly want to pass on to your future kids.
God, what were you thinking?
“Do you want to watch a movie after this?” Jaehyun asked and you nodded. Totally cliché.
He didn’t let go of your hand since the mall is too crowded with people who are in the rush of buying presents for the holidays. By the second time you bumped into someone, he pulled you closer that you can feel his warmth at the simple movement. He kept on apologizing while his hand rest on the dip of your waist just to not lose you in the crowd.
You laughed at all the selections in the movie. You should have just watched a movie at home. But one particular movie caught your attention. The sparkle in Jaehyun’s eyes was all you could register before he looked at you in those pleading eyes. How is he so cute?
In the end, you watched the first movie of Highschool Musical. There are some families inside the theater, parents looking bored and children who were excited to at least watch a movie. The same way as the guy beside you was feeling. It’s comical that you’re seeing the ultimate Campus Playboy getting excited over a childish movie.
The beginning of the film rolled out and you were just in awe at how focused Jaehyun is. He really loves the movie. “Seriously, Highschool Musical?” That was meant to be in your head but he whipped his head at you in surprise.
“What’s wrong with Highschool Musical?” he sounded so offended. “You’ve never watched it, haven’t you?” It’s not like you haven’t. You did, in fact. But it’s just so childish that you never became a fan. “It’s closely related to us. Why can’t a jock be musically inclined?” He defended that made you smile. This is so amusing. “That’s breaking the status quo, Y/N.” You laughed at his reference. He’s such a fan. “Why can’t nerd girls like you be smoking hot?”
Wait, what? How did it come to that? “I am not a nerd!” you revolted. “And that is sexual assault, Jung.”
He chuckled, apologizing, then returning his focus to the movie. You’ve never seen him this focused before. Even at the broadcasts on campus, he would always goof around. Your heart beat loudly in your chest at how attractive he looked. The initial thought of his superior genes passing down to your kids come to you again and you breathed heavily at the implication in your brain.
Jaehyun turned his head to you, making you blink in surprise. “Why?” he asked while smiling, dimples popping out from his cheek. God, his looks! “When you’re this close, I want to kiss you.” You smiled at him. Who are you to stop him when your mind is wandering to thoughts more intense than kissing?
He leaned in, hand on your cheek. It was a gentle kiss, lips softly touching yours that made you yearn for more. This is different than when he kissed you at the party. This feels more intimate. When he leaned in once again, you heard a cough from behind you. “This is a child-friendly movie. Do you mind?” It was an old lady, staring at the two of you with a smile on her face. Both of you apologized then giggled to yourself, returning to the movie.
Jaehyun slipped his hand on yours then kissed the back of your palm. “Y/N, be mine,” he whispered. “You’re what I’ve been looking for.” You almost melted at his words when you realized that it was the song Sharpay and Ryan sang from the movie. “Let’s have the start of something new.”
He giggled when you slapped his shoulder. God, he’s so annoying!
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“So you do plan to get laid for Christmas?” your roommate asked that made you laugh. It is a possibility. Besides, isn’t it her who told you to live your life? Why can’t you get laid on Christmas Day? “Have you chosen who to say yes to?”
A sigh escaped your lips, “I think I do.”
The girl on the other line giggled. “Then I guess I’ll have to wait on how it will all turn out.” You only hummed as an answer. “Good luck on your holiday date, Y/N!”
A smile escaped your lips as you started typing a message to your chosen guy. You are excited about this holidate.
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Oh that new painting is gorgeous and totally our Jacques! So much we must hide our love from your mad father or grandpa lol.
Omg, I LOVE that concept, my dear! Of course, with my 10,000 Jacques concepts, I've thought about a forbidden romance with him and it's sooooo delicious!
§ I've been thinking of being promised to another man, Pierre, but falling for Jacques and having to hide it, and that one ends in angst and tragedy - so you know very well I'm salivating over it!
§ And for Ubi amor, taking Jacques as a lover eventually, but him too being too low in rank to be considered for a husband and all the mouth-watering conflict that comes from that 🥴🥴
§ Also, Jacques being a debt collector and coming to 'insist upon' RC, whose family are stewards of an estate and struggle to pay their rent/levies and the strained, secretive relationship that develops as Jacques clearly favors this girl, surreptitiously helps her and she slowly starts to warm up to him 🥴🥴
But mmmmh, straight up hiding from a father/grandfather, I love that! Imagine these little moments ❤️
§ The first kiss that happens out of nowhere, followed by a slap out of reflex. Then RC pulls him close again and kisses him savagely, and they can never go back after that.
§ They sneak around; he’ll just materialize behind her and pull her into a passage or stuff her into a corner and quench that desperate thirst with quick, stolen, dizzying moments.
§ Jacques relishes defeating anyone who makes eyes at her publicly, even if it makes him more enemies than he knows what to do with.
§ He’s clever enough to place suspicion on other hapless men while he’s enjoying his spoils in those same dark corners. Meanwhile, he’ll have wine with the father/grandfather and take the praise for protecting her integrity and chastity.
§ But after a while, it begins to bother him he can’t have what he wants above all things.
§ He almost gives the whole game away. Maybe he gets drunk and says a bit too much. Ravenously jealous of a man who has nothing to do with him except for the fact that he is in consideration to marry his lady. Or he allows himself a bit too much intimacy in public one day; taking her hand, looking at her a bit too familiarly, standing just close enough that it draws suspicious eyes.
§ When she ignores him or doesn’t answer his invitation to steal away during a party, in order to keep up appearances, he accuses her of being capricious and toying with him, or being ashamed of him. Or just simply not caring.
§ Do they have to run away together? Is that even an option?
§ Can she give up her position in society? Live like Le Gris lives? Or have even less than he has at the moment as they start from the bottom in a new place?
§ Or can he rise in society? Can he do it fast enough and not lose his chance with her? Will he still want the same things once he has gone through hell on the way to becoming a knight?
Gaah, it’s just too much, I love him to the point of agony ❤️
#jacques le gris x reader#i need some forbidden romance with this tall tankard of mead#talk to me about it#i beg you
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