#he didn’t have to leave her in the silent city that way. she’s his sister.

[livvyofthelake]

like i understand why cassie is writing this plotline in this way but it is making jesse come across very badly that he doesn’t have some fucking level of sympathy for his sister. you think she wanted to do all of that? why are you acting like she’s the bad guy rn. the bad guy is the literal actual demon… and your insane mother too i guess but even then like. the bad guy is still the fucking demon you don’t have to level all your anger at grace seriously

[hotpinkstars]

WE NEED THE COMFORTT FOR THE BLIND READER FUN YOU CAN’T LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THIS?????? (can’t do angst no comfort 😔)

-> blinded mistakes - happy ending

synopsis -> your husband feels bad for the way he snapped the other day. how does he make it up to you?

a/n -> approximately 28 people have asked for a part 2. this is insane i have so many people to tag (who aren't anons, obviously) BUT THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY OTHER ONE OMGGGGG!!!! i love u all sm

warnings -> crying, but that's kinda all lol. this ones mostly just fluff!

w/c -> 951

-> kamisato ayato

it’s been a few days since the argument. 

ayato had been given an extension due to his circumstances, and didn’t have to worry about the ruined papers due to the kindness from the city's higher-ups who assigned him such papers in the first place. a lot of them were salvageable, too.

once he finished them, he leaned back, smiling from the stress relief. he got up, grabbed a cup of tea from the kitchen, and realized something.

you weren’t in the main room, waiting for him to leave his office so you two could spend some time together.

he then thought back about the events that took place. his chest immediately fills with regret at the words spoken to you. coincidentally, ayaka walked into the room.

“ayaka, have you seen y/n?” he hurried to his sister, who simply sighed.

“they’ve been in their room. they’ve been beating themselves up about the incident, so now they’re afriad of moving incase they bother you more,” she brushed past him. “good luck making amends. they’re incredibly hurt.”

he nodded, processing the information. he pacewalked to your shared bedroom, where he opened the door to see your sleeping form. 

he sat next to you, stroking your hair until you woke up. when you felt a hand on top of your head, you flinched a little bit.

“who’s there?” you said in a soft voice, unwilling to cause more issues by lashing out or showing aggression. 

“ayato,” he took his hand off your head. “i’ve come to say i’m sorry.”

you got up and found the headboard, slowly resting yourself up on it. “why all of the sudden? i hope you understand that you really hurt me, ayato. i’ve been too scared to get up these last few days because of the way you made me feel. the only times i’ve gotten up were to go to the restroom, bathe, and eat, but thoma would bring me something here. i still think about the words you said and your gestures.”

he looked down, sighing. he didn’t realize how much of an effect his words and actions had on you, but now that he’s hearing it from you, it seems like two more tons added to his shoulders. “don’t worry about it. it was salvageable, and you hadn’t ruined anything.”

“i wish you told me that when it happened, ayato,” you started to tear up. “i forgive you, but i don’t want to hear that again. it made me feel like shit.”

he nodded, hugging you tight, letting you cry into his shoulder. you felt around his body to realize he was wearing his white and blue suit, the one he usually goes out to fight in. 

“i’m not ruining this suit, right…?” you brought your face off his shoulder, but he immediately shoved it back in the same spot, silently telling you the obvious answer. 

he was glad he was able to resolve things. he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

-> wriothesley

it’s been about a week since wriothesley has seen you. he figured you went out of the fortress, staying over at a hotel or with a friend, like navia or chlorinde. he pretty much figured it would be chlorinde, considering she hasn’t come down to the fortress or has tried to initiate contact with him since the incident. 

he figured he’d try knocking on both doors, starting with navia. once navia told him everything he needed to know; that you were with chlorinde, he rushed over to her place.

“what are you doing here?” she scoffs as she opened the door, leaning against the doorframe. “your wife told me everything. i hope to trust that you didn’t embarrass her in front of the people who work for the palais mermonia, especially monsieur neuvillette himself.”

he shook his head, rubbing at his temples. “just let me see her, would you? i want to apologize.”

she nodded, clearing the doorway, allowing him to rush into the spare bedroom. 

you knew he was the one coming towards your room, considering his footsteps were a lot heavier than anyone you’ve ever known. his were tough, threatening. 

“wriothesley! w-what are you-” you started, your heart beating a little faster.

“i want to apologize for the things i said. i didn’t have to completely redo all my papers, and neuvillette understood the situation, and i was able to get an extent.”

you shook your head. “so you embarrassed me then, huh? you told them everything? that your stupid blind wife who is not even near good enough for you ruined your work?” 

he was speechless. he didn’t know how to respond to that sentence, so he put his hands on your shoulders, asking for silent permission to take you into a hug. once you nodded, he embraced you tightly. 

“no, i didn’t tell them that. i told him it was just a spill, and that i was able to save some of the papers. neuvillette is a very understanding man, and this never happens. i never need new copies or need extents, so he was willing to do it this time. nothing about you came up in our conversation,” he swallowed a lump in his throat before going on. “and you’re not stupid. you’re also the perfect choice for me, not good enough my ass. no matter what i have to do to make you see that, just because you have a disability doesn’t mean you’re unworthy.”

you started to cry, letting the tears spill into his chest, creating a damp spot on his tie. 

“so you don’t hate me then?” you sniffed.

“no, not at all. i couldn’t bring myself to hate you for something as dumb as that.”

[libraryofloveletters]

Can’t Get Away From You

Erling Haaland x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: a mini fight, some shouting, one mention of throwing something at someone, your boyfriend is attached to your hip and follows you like a puppy, power outages, jumpscares, some swearing, stuck in the middle of no where. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: okay I lied, I know I said no fics but this was in my drafts and I had the urge to finish it :) also this was a random idea that @themandaloriansdiaries​ and I came up with on ft many many nights ago

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"Why do you always do this?” You shouted at the man across the room from you. 

Your boyfriend stares at you like you had gone insane and sometimes he thought you were, but tonight’s shouting was justified.

The two of you were supposed to go to your sister’s surprise birthday party but big shocker, Erling chose to stay back and kick a ball around for another 2 hours. Their training session was already done, he had no reason to stay back and yet he did. You were waiting for him so you could go together opposed to taking two cars because he kept telling you 10 more minutes and he’d be home, but you ended up being two hours late to your own sister’s party.

“I said I was sorry, didn’t I?” He looks at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Yes, because that makes up for the fact that I was late to my sister’s party. You’d never do that to your sister, would you? And you know I would never do that to her either. I actually care to show up when I say I will.” 

“Y/n, you're overreacting. She didn’t even care that you were late.” He huffed, sitting on the couch. 

You cannot believe him; he was late, had the audacity to tell you she didn’t even care and now he can't even stand up so you can shout at him? You were sick of his shit, you needed to leave before you threw something at his head. 

The man watches as you grab your purse and phone, storming out of the front door and letting it slam shut behind you. He gets up, following you out the door.  

“Where are you going?” He shouts from the porch, you don’t answer but instead get into your car and back out of the driveway. 

You had no idea where you were going but you needed to be anywhere but there. 

You drove for what felt like hours before you finally stopped in some random parking lot off the side of the road; you had driven out of the city and into the countryside. Hunger was kicking in and you tumbled through your purse for a mint, a piece of gum or literally anything edible. Eventually giving up on the tumbling, you dumped the contents of your purse into the passenger seat and switched on the light. 

There’s a set of keys staring at you, a bright blue man city key chain hung on the bunch; the keys to the cabin. 

Shortly after you and Erling began dating, the two of you decided you needed a place to go when you wanted to be away from the city. That’s how you ended up with a cabin 3 hours outside of Manchester. 

The sky was varying shades of the black and the once viable moon was now blocked by clouds. You figured since you were closer to the cabin then you were home, you might as well spend the night there. 

Another hour and you pulled into the muddy driveway, it seemed to have rained at some point during the day. You silently thank your boyfriend in your head for putting in sensor lights, otherwise you might have just slept in the car. The yard was pitch black and the Remingtons, the couple who owned the house across from your place, were away for the summer which meant you were all alone in the middle of nowhere. 

The thought freaked you out, but not enough to make you turn back and go home. 

You shoved everything back into your purse, slinging it over your shoulder as you avoided the puddles of mud on your way to the front door. The look clicked as you turned the key and you sprinted into the cabin, shutting the door behind you. 

A hand dragged across the wall, feeling for the light switch and you pressed it, lighting up the place. You also turned on the light in the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom because you were alone.. not because you were scared or anything like that. 

The cupboards were pretty empty, anything of substance was eaten the last time you two were there because you didn’t want it to go bad. The only things were a few boxes of mashed potatoes, a can of corn and one can of sliced pineapple. 

You couldn't be bothered to cook so you pulled the pineapple can out and was about to crack it open when there was a knock on the front door. 

It was safe to say your blood ran cold. 

The Remingtons were gone, you were certain of that because they told you to check on the house when you come down if you did, which meant they weren’t there. 

No one else lived around here, and you can’t just say no one is home because you switched on every light possible. 

Setting the can down, you slowly made your way to the door. You waited to hear if there’s another knock, you peeked out the front window in hopes of catching a glimpse of whatever was outside. 

“Babe!” The voice called, startling you. “Open up!” 

You groaned, the voice belonging to none other than your boyfriend. You opened the door, unfortunately, and found your giant of a boyfriend standing there with a bag in hand.

“Are you gonna make me stand in the rain?” He asks, the hood over his head blocking the water from his face. “I figured you didn’t eat dinner, so I brought you something to eat.” He stepped into the house; he was so big, you couldn’t really stop him if you wanted too.

“When the rain stops, I want you out.” You turn to him and he smiles, nodding. 

He handed the bag over to you, the smell of Chinese food filling your surroundings. You refused to cave, holding your ground and staying mad at him. He shut the door behind him, turning the locks. 

“What the fuck man? How’d you know I was here?” You handed the bag over to him, acting like you didn’t want it. Erling shrugged, taking the bag back and going to the kitchen. 

He unpacked the boxes, setting them on the counter. “You left your location on.” 

You groaned quietly, cursing yourself for leaving it on. Erling ignores your theatrics and puts some food on a plate for you, bringing it over to you and setting it on your lap. He knew you well enough to know if he offered the plate to you, you’d refuse and you needed to eat; part of why you were so snappy with him was because you were hungry. 

He can’t help but notice how you un-tense now that he’s around; it brought a smile to his face but he didn’t dare say anything. 

Erling sat beside you, eating quietly.

“Can we play a board game?” He asked, setting the plate on the coffee table. 

“No.” 

Erling hummed, going to dig the monopoly box out from the tv stand drawer. He set up the board, all the little pieces, the cards and the dice and began playing by himself. 

You ignored the man, trying not to laugh as he screwed him over on one of the places he wanted. He rolled the dice, counting out the places he needed to move when the lights shut off. 

The sound of thunder startled out, causing you to jump slightly. 

“Babe, you okay?” He called, getting up. “Ow fuc-” he groans, probably stepping on one of the little pieces. 

“I’m fine,” you get up, walking to the kitchen to get your phone off the table. It wasn’t pitch black, you can still make your way around the house so you searched through the kitchen cupboards for some candles, anything that can give you light for the time being. 

Erling had gone quiet, you were about to turn around to see where he was but a hand on your shoulder caused you to drop your phone and let out a scream. 

“It’s just me,” he laughed and you smacked his arm. 

“What the fuck man! God, you are so- ugh.” 

You sit at the table, phone back in hand as you called the power company. They finally get to your call after an hour on hold and let you know that the power won’t be turning back on until tomorrow morning. 

The phone dropped on the table, your head tipped back as you groaned. 

Erling reaches for the candles on the top shelf and lights them, setting them on the table. He sits across from you quietly, the two of you listening to the rain until the sound stops, the last flash of lighting strikes and it goes quiet. 

He looks out the window and back at you, the soft orange glow of the candle light reflecting off of your skin. “I should head out,” he says, pulling your focus to him. 

“What?” 

“The rain.. it stopped. You said leave when it’s done raining.” He reminds you, standing up. 

“Oh.. right, yeah. Okay, go ahead.” 

Erling kisses your head when he walks past you, telling you to call him if you needed anything but you ignored him, still holding out on being upset even though you weren’t anymore. 

The door shuts, you move from your spot at the dining room table to the couch but before you could sit down, the doorbell rings again. “What?” You shouted, walking over to see what he wanted. 

He smiles at you when you open the door, pointing to the tree that’s fallen and blocked the driveway. “I’m stuck.” 

“Use that viking strength of yours and push it away.” You shut the door again and went back to the couch. 

You felt a bit bad, the guilt of him sitting out in the rain sunk in, even more so seeing that you had nothing to distract you. You pulled yourself off the couch and opened the door again, assuming you’d see his car on and him in it but it was off, the driveway was dark and the tree was still there. 

“Erling?!” You shouted in the emptiness, “where are you?!”

There’s no answer but what are you supposed to do? Stand out in the rain or maybe go looking for him in the dark? 

You shut the door, turning back around to see him sitting at the kitchen table.

“WHAT THE FUCK ERLING?!” You screamed, your heart jumping out of your body momentarily. You let out a breath, hand pressed to your chest. “How the hell did you get in here?” 

“The back door was open.” 

“Why are you lurking at the back- wait, it was unlocked?” Your brows furrowed, looking towards the back door. 

Erling nodded, “yeah, I wasn’t lurking though. I went to check if the generator would turn on.” 

“And it did?” You wrapped the blanket from the couch around yourself. 

Erling looked up at the light that’s yet to turn on. “I mean, obviously not.” 

It was freezing in the cabin, considering that the power had shut off and it was raining, it only made it colder. 

“C’mere,” Erling calls for you, his arms opened as he waits for you to come cuddle up next to him. You shook your head, waddling your way to the bedroom. Your boyfriend follows you, watching as you dropped on the bed and pulled the comforter up on top of you. 

You can feel the cold running up your spine, the cold air creeping along your skin despite the two blankets and the giant man in the room lifting the blanket wasn’t helping. 

“What are you doing?” You grumbled, not turning around. 

Erling slipped into bed next to you, pulling you flat against his chest. His body was like a heater, the man wrapping his arms around you and kissing your shoulder before fixing the blanket. 

You tried to wiggle away but he held you firmly in place. “You can stay mad but I'm not letting you freeze.” 

You let your boyfriend hold you, simply because it's cold and not because you were mad at yourself for being mad at him for no reason. At some point, the two of you must've dozed off.

-- 

The lights were what woke you up; bright white lights shining down on you from the ceiling and the fact that the curtains were still open didn't help your eyes that were now adjusting to being open again. 

There’s some heavy on you, you can’t even pull yourself up and you’re almost certain you know what it is. You look down to find your giant of a boyfriend on top of you. His arm tossed over your hip, face smooshed against your stomach as he snored quietly. 

You smiled, forgetting all about last night as you pulled the hair tie from his hair. He stirred, settling moments later when you passed your hand through his hair. Your fingers rubbed along his scalp, massaging his head. 

“Morning,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your stomach. He kicked the blanket off of him, “it's hot.” 

“Power turned back on.” 

He shifts, laying beside you and pulling you into his side. “I’m sorry about last night.” 

“Mhm hm, I know.” Your fingers dragged along his shirt. Erling looked down at you, “are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Sorry,” he says, like it's obvious. 

“No,” you joked, smiling at him. Erling knows you were, you don’t really do emotions or say sorry but he knows you are. 

He laughs, kissing your forehead.“Shall we go get breakfast?” 

You groan, burying your face in his side. “We have to take two cars.” “Oh and move the tree.” He reminds you, making you groan again. 

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[seraphdreams]

PART II — BLINDING LIGHTS.

“sin city’s cold and empty”

CONTAINS. fem!reader, fingering/cunnilingus, bimbo reader <3, haitanis being asses, squirting.

TODAY’S RACERS. senju kawaragi v. manjirou sano.

WORD COUNT. 1.9k.

LINKS. series masterlist — general masterlist.

Onto the second race—The most anticipated so far; tonight’s set of racers were tinkering with their bikes. Sounds of sonorous music from overhead speakers, the revving of engines, and a pleasant fuse of chattering were heard from the main gate. After the events of the first race, you accompanied Koko, helping him collect more money while sitting pretty on his lap. The others didn’t have to know that you were cockwarming him as well, it shouldn’t come as a surprise with the way you practically writhe in his hold.

The bets being placed seem to favor one side over the other which raises your query. “Haji, who’s racing this time?” He’s silent as if your words fell flat once they managed to leave your lips and you wait, hoping he’d respond in the next few seconds. Of course he doesn’t and you call out for him again. “Haji!” He’s finally snapped out of his money-induced focus, snake-like eyes locked onto yours. “Hm?”

You sigh, almost defeated before starting up. “I asked who was racing tonight. Don’t the bets seem a little unfair?”

He sets the money down onto the table behind you. “It’s a bet, of course it’s unfair.” He straightens his posture, lithe hands coming to rest at the plush fat of your hips. “We got an amateur up against Mikey. She’s stupid if she thinks she has a chance.”

“She?” You perk up, a bit more immersed in the topic at hand. “Who’s she?”

Koko’s eyes relax and his pupils narrow as if he’d grown annoyed. He goes back to counting the fat wad of cash, making sure the amount remains consistent. “Sanzu’s little sister.”

Before you had the chance to react, the blaring music stops and the announcer starts.

TEN MINUTES TO RACE 2.

Had you not heard Mochi’s voice on the speaker, you’d forget that you actually have a job to do. You hastily make your way off Kokonoi’s lap, attempting to not wince at the friction while patting your skirt back in place. “Gotta go, Haji! Put $1,000 from me to Senju, please!” You sing-song, trotting in Miu Miu heels on the way to the main road.

“I swear, that girl..” Koko mumbles under his breath, more affectionate than vexed, tucking himself back into his slacks and continuing with the task on hand, setting your specified amount into Senju’s pile.

The racers’ garage space was feeling tense compared to the previous race. Whereas Baji and Kazutora exchanged playful banter, there was silence between Mikey and Senju. Heel trotting filled the silence as you walked onto Mikey’s side of the garage. He really seemed to never want to let that CB250T go, instead having his “anii-ki”modify it once every few years.

“How’s it going, Boss?” Mikey’s kneeled against his bike, seemingly messing with the engine—or maybe it’s the gas? You weren’t too into motorized vehicles but you knew they looked nice. He looks up at you through strands of ivory white hair, his familiar emotionless glance. “It’s good.” He wasn’t much for conversation, especially with you, yet it wasn’t enough to get your spirits down. “Good luck with the race, i’m sure you’ll do great!”

For the first time that you’ve seen it, a hint of a smile quirks on his lips. He softly nods his head and continues to tinker around with the large piece of metal. You redirect yourself to Senju’s side, almost in awe at her setup.

“Senju!” You beam, taking in her appearance. She’d always been a gorgeous girl but seeing her in her tight black biker suit, cherry blossom embroidery around the ankles with the zipper showing an overflowing amount of her chest, you’re left speechless. “Hey, cutie.” She responds, wheeling her bike out of the garage. You get the incentive to follow her along, assuming she’s heading to the start line. “You look so pretty! Forget what the others say, I think you’re gonna win a hundred percent!”

Her eyes widen in adoration, matching your unshakable optimism. “I know I am! I’ll have those fuckers amazed.” You nod along with her, eyes flitting from her cleavage to back to her emerald orbs. She really did resemble her brother in every way. Soon after, Mikey also makes his way to the start line. It’s about two minutes to the race and you make sure to give each of them a kiss on the cheek before heading to your position in between them with your flags in hand.

Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu watch from above on one of the higher floors, looking down at the events taking place beneath them. “God, she’s cute.” Rindou groans, a glass of dark sake in his hand as his older brother hangs off his shoulder. “That’s your little sister, right, Haru?” Ran queries, finding the utmost entertainment in how Sanzu glowers at him.

“Maybe we should fuck her in the back of our car later, yeah? What do you think, Rinnie?”

Rindou takes a quick glance at Sanzu before looking at his brother. “I think that’s a great idea.”

Sanzu’s quick to find somewhere else to watch the race, ticked off at their usual Haitani antics. “You both disgust me.” He growls out, pouring himself a glass of Whiskey. “Love you too.” Ran throws over his shoulder.

FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

The racers take off on the track as soon as your checkered flag grazes against the pavement. There was no denying the excitement welled up inside you as you watched the race go on. It seemed like a close match all the way up until the end where Senju pulled her speed out of nowhere, being the first at the finish line despite her lack of racing experience.

She hops off her bike, taking her helmet off and tussling her hair back in place, the widest grin on her face. “Congratulations, Sen! I told you, you’d win for sure!” You hand her the gold trophy with another peck to her cheek. Mikey comes in soon after, looking at the scene in disbelief.

“Guess I lucked out, Invincible Mikey.” Senju taunts at her opponent, nonchalantly waving her trophy around in one hand.

After her bout of throwing jeers at Mikey, you begin to speak again. “Why don’t we celebrate a little in your room?” You suggest. With the quirk of her brow, she knew exactly what you were suggesting, wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you up the steps. “Why don’t we?”

Following her to her suite took less than an ample amount of time, the two of you dexterously sifting through the crowd of people awaiting the next race. Once you got to her room, she sits at the edge of the bed, slowly unzipping the one piece as if she had planned on teasing you.

You watch as her breasts spill from out of their tight confines, pert nipples hardened and slightly lacquered in sweat. “No bra, Sen? Bold girl.” The last words come out as a softer whisper while you make your way between her thighs, kneeling. “Just thought it’d be more comfy.”

Once the zipper reaches its stop at her lower abdomen, she’s slipping out of her outfit, discarding the garment off to the side and leaving herself in nothing but pink lacy panties. The damp spot of her slick is visible through her panties from where you kneel, eyes locked on how she throbs even without touch. Little by little, you pull her thong down until it ruffles at her ankles, slipping them off completely and tossing them to the side. She’s wet, puffy folds covered in essence and clit twitching ever so slightly; as if it’d been awaiting you.

Carefully, you delve your tongue into her core, keeping it still for a short moment until you begin to use the muscle to aid in her pleasure. “A-ah!” Docile whimpers fall from her lips at the initial sensation and her hands grasp at her chest, kneading the flesh as if it’d give her leverage in some way. It was cute how quickly she reigned flustered. The light dusting of pink across her cheeks complimenting her angel-like features in the best way. On behalf of her tomboy-esque facade, she was quite the pillow princess.

Her little cunt tightens around your tongue, a slow rocking rhythm building up within her body as she throws her head back. The rising and falling of her chest in tandem with those cute fucking whimpers has one hand dipping underneath your pleated skirt, middle finger lightly rubbing your clit. “Please—Please don’t stop..” She rasps, light and airy voice coated with desperation. You opt to replace your tongue with your fingers, stuffing two of your digits inside her hole while your tongue flicks at her clit.

Louder and louder, her moaning gets, as if she shredded her sense of shame and gave into the temptation of pleasure. You switch between licking to sucking on the sensitive numb, watching how she grows dumber and dumber from each touch. The fingers on your clit work faster and so do the digits pumping in and out of Senju.

You might as well have been making out with her pussy the way you sloppily sucked and licked at her clit and folds. There’s no doubt she’s close when you feel her core tighten around your fingers. “G-Gonna make a, fuck, big mess..” She whines through soft mewling. Your fingers work at lightning speed to inch her closer to sweet release, your own orgasm building within you.

You watch her abdomen flex and relax repeatedly as if a surge shot through her, the warm sensation of liquid orgasm dripping from your fingers and down her thighs. You drink in all she has to offer, continuing to lick at her clit, reveling in the way her pussy spurts more and more essence in her aftershocks. You moan against her heat, feeling your own release just seconds away.

Before you could even react, your body is convulsing and cunt creaming all over your fingers. You were rather sensitive from previous activities which heightened the intensity of your orgasm, sonorous cries leaving your lips.

The two of you take a haste moment to collect your breathing, slowly peeling away from each other. “Sen, you’re so pretty when you squirt.” You compliment as you slide into her lap. She leans back amongst the sheets naturally, strands of soft pink haired splayed across the fabric. “‘S real embarrassing.” Her response comes out in the form of a light chuckle, quickly getting silenced by your cum-slicken fingers pressed to her lips. Instinctively, she wraps her lips around the digits, closing her eyes and moaning at the saccharine taste of you. When you pull your fingers away, you make sure to give her a salacious kiss to her lips.

The kiss grows deeper until you’re quickly pulled aback by firm knocks to the door.

“Next race starts soon.” The voice from the other side says. You come to recognize it instantly as Mikey from his monotonous airing. You hop off Senju’s lap, attempting to clothe her with one of the blankets on the bed before heading to the door.

“What a sore loser.” She states as you walk off, and just before opening the door, you reply.

“I know, right?”

[supercorpkid]

Powergirl Should Die - 2

Supergirl, Powergirl, B!D. Kara Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Alex Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Lena Luthor, J'onn J'onzz.

Word Count: 2840.

Part 1

Kara is the sunshine. It irradiates through her skin and you don't think there's a single soul that would be able to deny that. Your sister is always bringing good light wherever she might go. But you-

You were born to rain clouds. Always almost but never enough. Power, yes. But never Super. Even back in Krypton, you were always blessed in her shadow.

And that was fine, for most of your life. You didn’t care to hide away behind her at school. Didn’t care that when she moved to National City, you had to follow her too. But then she got you inside a skin tight suit, gave you a superhero name, and that was a little too much for you to bear.

Because now you are sleep deprived, too tired to function properly. Haven't rested a bit in days. Patrolling the city, watching everyone's step, listening to every heartbeat and shaky breath. Waiting for the worst.

It's not even that you can't rest because you don't have the time, that is only partially true. You have to go to the Museum and work. You haven't let anyone patrol the city ever since you saw that flash of red in Lena's surveillance camera. Even so, you would still have a couple of hours to nap, if only you could. If only you wouldn't wake up drenched in sweat from your nightmares.

All of them are about what's happening right now. You watch from afar seeing her blonde hair and red cape flying behind her while she writes the words that are now rooted in the depths of your mind. 

Powergirl should die. Why won't she die already?

"That's enough!" J'onn stops the arguing. His deep commanding voice is enough to make everyone shut up, including both of your sisters that had been yelling at you until a minute ago. "You are in a government space and some of you are public figures. I expect at least a little bit of decorum, and if that's not possible then the three of you should go talk somewhere private. Preferably at home."

"Fine by me." Kara says, hardening her jaw. "We're all going home." She speaks almost out of greeted teeth, only one eye blinks, so laser focus on you, it sends shivers down your spine. 

She picks Alex up, ready to fly away, but looks back at you before she does so, almost daring. You don't want to go home with them. All the previous yelling already made clear what their point was. You are getting obsessed with this 'Powergirl should die' thing. You're getting fixated, absorbed, borderline manomaniacal about it. Throwing blame around, wary of the people who are there to help you, snapping at your own flesh and blood. 

Yeah, yeah. No shit.

"Y/N, would you stay behind for a second?" J'onn says, and Kara furrows her brows at him. "She'll catch you in a moment, Kara. You and Alex can go."

"Alright." Kara leaves, but it is clear it wasn't ok by the way she said that. 

He starts walking and you follow him silently throughout the corridors of the DEO, and only stops in front of a lead covered room. "For privacy." He explains, pointing inside and you agree with your head walking in. "Would you like to tell me what the problem is?"

"Besides someone wanting me dead?" You snap. You can't really control how you sound right now, even though you wish you could. You're tired, scared, and suspicious of the very one person you should rely on the most. That makes everyone around you untrustworthy by default.

J'onn agrees with his head. And you bite the inside of your mouth to keep you from spilling the truth.

"Seems enough of a reason to me."

"You think Kara wrote it." He explains it further, saying what you've been thinking. At least someone had the courage to say it out loud. You sigh, looking down. 

It's wrong. Thinking your sister is the one writing all these terrible things about you. But what else would you think? It’s the only lead you have. The only one you need.

"It's a pretty big accusation."

You can't look him in the eyes. Even though you haven't directly said it, he could read all the messed up thoughts you were having about it. "You didn't say I was wrong."

"I didn't say you were right." J'onn counters, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "You're going to end up doing something you regret if you don't rest. I'm not going to argue you on this, Y/N. This is not a suggestion, it's an order from a superior. I am not giving you a shift tonight, and I hope that means you won't be on duty."

"What if the writing comes up again?"

"Then we clean it." 

"What if something more than the writing comes up this time?" You can't help the watery eyes when you say that.

He gives you a long pause, "Then we fight it."

Alright, well. You can't argue with that logic. And you also can’t argue with the fact that you are so tired, you might end up doing something stupid. 

So you agree that you won’t patrol tonight, trusting him on this, and leave the DEO. You are well aware that your sisters are waiting for you in Kara’s apartment, ready to tell you what to do. So before you face them, you send Lena a text.

You: Hey! You, me, Love Actually and Thai food tonight?

Lena: Yes, please. All of it sounds perfect ❤️

You smile at her text. Your heart doing a small loop inside you. Alright, now onto the hard part.

You fly in through the window and the second Kara notices your presence, she picks up the conversation from where it was left. 

“How long has it been since you've slept?” She asks, crossing her arms and Alex mimics her action right after. They look like two angry parents, and it makes you even more annoyed. They are not your parents. Your parents exploded 20 years before you even stepped foot on this planet, so. 

“I don’t know.” You mutter, knowing they wouldn't like the honest answer and having no energy to fight them.

“If you would just let me take over for you, mini me. I could patrol the city tonight. I promise I'll call you the second I see something suspicious and –”

“Yeah, ok.”

“What?” Kara and Alex stare at each other.

“I have direct orders from my superior to stay put. And I also have a date – I mean, a movie date – a movie thing with Lena tonight, so yeah. If you want to patrol the city, you do it.”

“Oh.” They stare at each other again, confused about your approach to this. You’ve been very demanding the past few days about how this is only about you and that no one else should get involved, and just one conversation later, you're quick to give up that control? Sounds weird. But they're not going to fight you on this, since it's exactly what they want. "Great! I'll do the patrolling and you do the date."

"And sleep." Alex adds. "Don't forget you need to sleep."

"Sure thing, mom." You force a smile then fly out of Kara's living room, and go back to work.

It’s a lot later that night when you give Lena the empty container of your already eaten Thai food, and snuggle up on her couch, throwing the blanket over your legs and trying to get as comfortable as possible. “Mmm, just FYI I might fall asleep during the movie.” You warn her. “I haven’t had a good night in a while.”

Lena hums her agreement from the kitchen, but soon she is back to her place next to you. “Something’s been worrying you?”

“I guess. But I don’t wanna bore you with that, it’s not something fun to talk about.” You smile when she gets under the blanket too, body so close her warmth irradiates through her skin. 

“You couldn't bore me if you tried, honey.”

“Au contraire, darling. I think everyone at the Museum would say I’m the most boring person alive.” You give her a side smile.

Lena shoots her head up, comically fast. She blinks at you, head clearly going one thousand miles an hour. She is thinking so hard, it's almost loud. You furrow your brows in confusion, while her mouth drops with a 'oh' sound. 

"You're ok?" You pat her leg.

There's no verbal answer. Lena's shaky hands make their way to the collar of your shirt and you sit up straighter trying to understand what's happening right now, and trying to predict what's going to happen next. 

“Lena?” You question her movements when she undoes the first button of your shirt. You swallow. It's not like you never once imagined this happening, but not like this. Not without love confessions and a whole lot of prior conversation.

“Lena, what are you doing?”

Lena doesn’t answer, doesn’t blink. Hands still shaking, but decisively making their way to the second button.

“Lena, please.” She undoes that one as well. And that's when it hits you. You are always wearing your supersuit attire under your clothes, so it's faster when you have to run out from work and such. Panic shoots through your body as you realize that if she unbuttons one more, she’ll be able to see your supersuit. You hold her hands to stop her. “Lena,” you try to smile even if your mouth is completely dry and your breath is stuck in your lungs. “Darling, shouldn’t you kiss me first, before trying to get me naked?”

Lena finally looks back at your eyes, a smile dangling on her lips to match yours. And then she gives you a smirk. “You’re not naked, though. Are you?” 

“Under my clothes? Yeah, I’m naked.” You lie with a fake chuckle. 

She untangles her hand from yours, places it behind your neck and brings your face closer. You hold your breath. Widen your eyes. This is happening. It's happening! You and Lena, it's finally happening!

“What’s going on with you tonight?” You stare down at her mouth. “I’m not complaining, I’m just confused.”

And that’s enough of a distraction for her to move her other hand and unbutton one more. Lena looks down at the white of your supersuit and the little bit of gold from the House of El crest. And you? You panic.

"I, um, I can explain." While your heart beats strongly into your ribcage and there's a loud buzz inside your ears. How do you explain yourself?

Lena seems to be inside her own little world while both hands now make all the way down undoing all of your buttons, opening your shirt to have the House of El crest staring at her in all its secrecy.  

"I'm sorry." You whisper, one tear rolling down your cheek. Because there's no explanation, really. Nothing you can say for yourself to stop Lena from hating you now.

She finally looks up to you, eyes tearing up as well, mouth agape to her recent discovery. You can see it all playing out in her eyes. She has the most expressive ones. Betrayal and anger, sadness and confusion. And then, a few seconds after two tears drop from her eyes, she raises her eyebrows at you. Eyes widening when something hits her.

"Powergirl should die." Lena whispers, swallowing deep. "Oh my God, Y/N. Someone is trying to kill you." 

She launches herself onto you, holding you tight. Her hand entangles on your hair, holding your neck strongly. 

"Oh, darling." She whispers, her body even closer now. You feel a kiss being planted on the side of your head, while you seek comfort on her arms, face buried on her neck. "No wonder you've been so careless."

"What?" 

"Au contraire, darling? Please, Y/N, I've never heard anyone say that except for you. And Powergirl, apparently." 

"Lena." You whine, embarrassed. Can't believe you made it that easy. You guess J'onn was right, you were about to do something stupid from the lack of sleep. "Someone wants me dead." You try to justify, earning a smile from her.

"You really are tired, huh?" She brings you closer again, kisses your temple. "You thought I was trying to get you naked, honey."

"Lenaaaa." You whine harder, face burning red from embarrassment. God, you're such a loser. "Can you please ignore everything I said tonight? I haven't slept an inch in four days."

Lena smiles fondly at you, while she strokes your cheek delicately. She plants a kiss there, then a light one on your lips. It's so soft, it holds no sexual implication. Just pure comfort. "Come on, Powergirl. You need a power nap."

"Oh God." You complain again, but soon Lena hugs you tight, and with your head on her chest, and Love Actually playing in the back, you're fast asleep. You don't even care if the writing shows up all over town tonight. There's no other place you'd rather be.

You wake up from your place on Lena's chest. Sometime last night she laid back on the couch and you curled yourself around her, not ready to let go. It was the first night you haven't had any nightmares.

You hear a few knocks on the balcony door, and you and Lena raise your heads at the same time to the intruder on the other side. Kara. She is smiling and waving, then she widens her eyes and turns around quickly. X-ray vision. You look down to Lena's body under yours, and your leg slotted between hers. 

"Oh my God. I'm sorry." You get up in a flash, shirt still hung open with a clear view of your supersuit. "Shit, fuck."

Lena gets up as well, trying to look less disheveled to your sister's eyes. And after you button up your shirt, you finally open the balcony door and clean your throat, so Kara can look back at you.

"Hi!" She tries with the biggest, most awkward smile ever. "Just, um, wanted to say that there's nothing new for me to, um, report?" 

You look back at Lena who knows exactly what Kara is talking about, but is looking down pretending she doesn't.

"I didn't mean to interrupt –"

"You didn't." You both are quick to say.

"Oh-kay?" Kara raises her eyebrows, a smile reaching her eyes, and you know exactly what she is insinuating. And sure, you thought the same thing last night, but you're both wrong.

"Can I get a ride?" You ask and Supergirl eagerly agrees. You turn back at Lena. "Thanks for –" You bite your tongue. You don't want to say anything in front of your sister. "Lunch later?"

"Lunch." Lena agrees with her head. And you smile before letting Kara pick you up and fly out of her balcony with you.

When you're out of sight, you untangle yourself and start flying next to her. "So no writing last night, huh?"

"Nope. Not even a kitten to rescue to keep me entertained." Kara grins devilishly at you. "You, on the other hand, was well entertained last night."

"Yeah, well. I slept for the first time in four days and had no nightmares. I'd say I was very entertained."

"Nightmares?" Kara stops flying, and you have to fly back a little, so you can talk face-to-face. "You haven't had nightmares in years."

"That's not true. I've been having them for… I guess, months now?" 

"Months?" Kara's eyebrows furrow so hard, her crinkle shows. "When did they start?"

"They're just nightmares, Kara." You argue, annoyed. But she looks at you with an expression you almost couldn’t read. It's a midst of worrisome and distrust. 

You furrow your own eyebrows, looking back at her. And then it hits you. The only reason you recognize this look, is because it's how you've been looking at her for the past four days.

"When did they start?" She repeats, strongly this time.

"I don't know." You lie. You know exactly when they started. Right after she gave you a superhero name and your first mission. Ever since, you haven't been able to sleep right.

"Let's make sure you don't have them anymore." Your sister finally breathes out. "Maybe you should try sleeping more times with Lena. It looks like she helps."

Wouldn't she like having you back at no patrolling so she can go back to the new way she found to be passive-aggressive and make you question your every single step?

"I'll pick up some extra shifts and I'm sure J'onn won't mind picking up some as well. That way you can rest your head a little."

You narrow your eyes at her, questioning her intentions. "Why don't you worry about your own enemies, and let me deal with mine?" 

She doesn't answer and you're certainly happy you rendered Kara Zor-El speechless for the first time all your life.

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Till THE DEAD do us part |Chapter 14

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story. This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

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Chapter 14: We’ll not lose each other

Summary: The group buries Dale and decide to honor his memory. The day that they would fulfill his wishes, chaos ensues and the day ends in fire, growls, screams and gun shots.

Warning; inner swearing, little angsty, mentions of violence, mentions of death, walkers are killed, grief, forgiveness. Minors do not interact.

Paining; Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 2,151

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. In this chapter we finish Season 2, I’d like to have written more about the final part, but honestly I thought it wouldn’t have anything that would make a difference in the story. Before the 8 months jump, I’m going to make some extra stories about them on the road.

The day wasn’t cloudy, but you felt just like it was. Everybody were silent, just talking when it was necessary. You did a funeral for Dale, everyone that wanted said a word about him. Rick decided to do things like Dale wanted and prove that you could be humans. When it all ended, you decided to talk to Andrea. You stopped her gave her a hug. “I’m sorry.” You said.

“For Dale or punching my face?” She asked a bitter smile on her face.

“Dale, and I have lost my temper very easily with you.” You broke the embrace, still holding her forearms. “The punches you deserved.”

“I’ve been reckless too, stubborn… trying to hurt others, just because I’m hurt.” She confessed. “I’m sorry.”

“Dale was important to everyone, but I know he had a special spot for you and Glenn. If you need anything, you can count on me, ok?” You hugged her one last time before each of you go your own ways. You were still upset at Andrea, but you realized you cared a lot for the people of the group and life was short. You’d hate if something happened to Andrea and you weren’t good.

Following this line of thought, you should also talk to Shane, but there was a whole different situation. You had already talked to him before and nothing worked, also after it he had hurt your blood brother, wanted his life for him… it, you couldn’t forgive. Not now, and you didn’t know if one day you’d be able to.

Hershel decided it’d be better if all of you moved to the house. He thought that more walkers would come because of the animals, also it was starting to get cold. You started to disassemble everything and bring what you needed to the house. As everything was kind of settled everyone started to do their chores around the house and organize all that needed to be organized.

Rick and Daryl were on the porch planning to take Randall to a town and leave him there. You wanted to go with them, but you couldn’t, they needed you around the house. Also, you knew they wouldn’t let you if you asked.

A long time had passed when Rick and Daryl decided it was time for them to take Randall to this other city and let him there. Rick asked T. to pick Randall so they could go, but T. came back worried saying that the guy wasn’t there. Holy Shit. All of you ran to the small room where he was locked, T. explained it was locked, no one forced it. It was very strange. Soon Shane came from the woods, blood and bruises on his face. Telling a story that Randall escaped the cuffs and forced him into the woods.

“It looks like not only you can’t identify vital signs, you also can’t fight against a slender boy like him. You’re not the same anymore Shane… thank God the world ended, or you’d have to retire.” You couldn’t hold your tongue inside your mouth and had to speak, because impossible nobody thought the same.

“I was taken by surprise, I wasn’t expecting.” He said and you tried really hard not to roll your eyes.

It was decided Rick, Shane, Glenn and Daryl would go in the woods to look for Randal, before they went you pulled Daryl aside. “Be careful, I don’t trust him. Everything he said, screams bullshit for me.”

“I know. I didn’t buy it too.” He said and he didn’t know what to do in the moment so he gave a little squeeze in your arm before entering the woods with Rick, Shane and Glenn.

It got dark very fast, and you couldn’t help the unease feeling while they didn’t come back. You stayed on the porch looking at distance for any sign of them. Soon Maggie joined you, nervous , fidgeting by your side.

“They’ll be ok.” You said, you didn’t know if it was for Maggie or for you. “Glenn and Daryl are badasses, Rick is a survivor, he survived when he wouldn’t. They’ll come back.” You side hugged her and she held your hand.

After some time Daryl and Glenn came back, you got inside the house with them, everyone waiting to know something.

“Are you ok?” You asked looking Daryl for any bruises, cuts, god forbidden bites and scratches. He had nothing.

“ ‘m good.” He looked at you, a little anxious to deliver the news.

“Where’s Rick?” You asked, worried.

“We thought he and Shane had come back.” Fuck. Did they separate? No.

They explained they found Randall, turned, and on top of that he wasn’t bitten. He had his neck broken. Shane. You knew it. But it didn’t answer why the boy turned if he wasn’t bitten.

You headed outside, you’d go with Daryl to find them. Worry consuming you. But when you got outside you saw something terrifying, a gigantic herd of walkers. You all started getting guns and setting plans to try ending with them, but you knew it was impossible, you’d need to fight them just so you could escape. You took one of the bigger guns and stood besides Hershel trying to protect the house and the ones that were still there.

Daryl jumped on his bike, Jimmy took the RV and together they tried to attract the herd to a place far from the house, Maggie and Glenn took a car to do the same while he shoot from the window and T. and Andrea took the truck, Andrea responsible of shooting the walkers.

The barn was on fire and you didn’t know who did this but you prayed it was Rick and not Shane, or both of them… but by all that happened you were afraid it would be only one of them. Everybody was running and fighting to get from the walkers and go to a safe place. Lori shouted for you and Hershel, but Hershel ignored. So you decided to stay there with him the maximum that you could, and try to convince him.

“Hershel, we need to go. There’s no way.” You tried reasoning with him while fighting the walkers.

“I’m not going. I’ll die protecting this land.” He stubbornly affirmed one more time.

“Don’t you think about Maggie and Beth? They need their Dad.” A walker fell in front of you as you shoot it.

“You can go.” He said one more time.

“I’m not going without you.” You said, and you didn’t want to, but it made you remind of what Dale did for Andrea.

Hershel’s ammo ends and he was going to reload his gun, there were too many walkers and you couldn’t cover him, when a Walker was too close and would bite him, Rick showed up and killed it. You pleaded Hershel to go with you, but it took Rick to convince him to go. You went to the car and you were relieved to see Carl, but… you thought Luna was with Carl. You couldn’t leave without her.

“Where’s Luna?” You asked before entering the car.

“She was with us, but she ran. I have no idea where she’s” Rick said, door open, waiting for you to go in.

“I’m not going without her.” You said turning to leave and go after her, but Rick was faster. He took you by your waist and pushed you inside the car, put the car lock and closed the door.

You tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t open. The fucker had locked it. Before you could go for the door on Carl’s side he started the car and left the farm. “No! Why Rick? Why?” You cried.

“I told you we wouldn’t lose each other, we’d not separate. I’m not letting you lose your life because of a dog.” He said, eyes on the road, hands firmly gripping the wheel. Carl hugged you and you hugged him back.

“It’s not a dog, it’s Luna. She’s my life.” You said turning your look for the window and crying all you could, trying to remain silent. Luna were with you in your worst, she was the one that made you smile again. A gift from your brothers and now, she was gone… lord knows where. You didn’t know if she was even alive. It wasn’t your fault, but you felt as if you were abandoning her.

“Maybe someone got her. We don’t know. You could stay and never find her. Let’s go to our meeting point in the highway. I’m pretty sure the others are going there too. It’s the only place all of us know.” Rick looked at you on the rearview mirror, he felt your pain, but he couldn’t go soft on you, he couldn’t have let you risk your life like that.

The rest of the drive was silent. The sun rose and you arrived at the spot where you left the sign for Sophia. She never got to find it.

All of you got off from the car. Hershel talked with Rick about he taking Carl and leaving to protect the kid. While that you followed Carl around, telling him to stay close. After some time, Rick talked about leaving, but before he could take any action, Glenn and Maggie arrived in a car, they got off and came to meet you. No Luna. The truck arrived with T., Lori and Beth. Again, no Luna. They were your last hope, It left Andrea, Carol and Daryl. You didn’t see Andrea and Carol around in the last minutes, so you didn’t know if they made it. Daryl wouldn’t bring her in a bike. Daryl, where was Daryl?

Some time after, Daryl arrived on his bike with Carol. You felt relieved to see them, especially Daryl. He stopped the bike close, Carol got off of it, Rick approached Daryl to greet him, he was happy to see he made it. Daryl got off the bike and you didn’t waste any second and hugged him. He didn’t waste any second to hug you back, damn the fear of being judged about PDA, you just survived a hoard of Walkers. He was relieved.

Nobody saw Andrea, Daryl wanted to go back for her, but Rick didn’t allowed he said it was too late to find her. The group decided to continue their way on the road. Daryl saw on your face that you had cried, but he decided not ask about it. He didn’t see Luna around, but he thought it’d be better if he didn’t ask anything in the moment. “Are ya comin’ with me?” He asked.

“Yes, of course.” You answered and as soon as the group parted from the highway you were on Daryl’s bike holding onto him and resting you head on his back. ‘And to think that last time we were leaving he made some excuse to not take me.’ You thought and also felt that there wasn’t anything more comfortable than being with him.

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Andrea was left alone, everyone had taken the cars and she had no way out of the farm. She tried calling for Rick to wait for her, but she wasn’t heard. Her only option was to flee from the farm by herself. She took the guns bag from the ground, at least she was armed and could defend herself she moved in the woods trying to go opposite from where the walkers were going, even though she knew she would find walkers eventually, but she hoped not so many.

Deep in the forest she heard a bark and when she looked she saw a german shepherd, the dog from her mate from her group. The dog was barking at a walker, keeping distance but ready to attack. Andrea took a gun and shoot on the walkers head, making it fall motionless to the ground.

“I see you were also left behind.” She said getting closer to the dog and petting her. “I think it’s just you and me now girl.”

The dog was happy to see the face of a friend after seeing so many ugly faces of the walkers, she bumped her cold nose on the human hand to show her appreciation while swinging her tail.

“Come on, Luna. Let’s get out of here.” She said continuing her way into the woods trying to survive and who knows maybe re-encounter her group again.

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Maybe There’s a God Above: Priest!Bo Sinclair x nun!reader

Warnings: Manipulation, PinV, fingering, eating out, Catholicism, sex between a priest and nun, whatever all of those blasphemy words are and stuff.

A/N: ooooo I liked doing this one!!!

Day 5 of Haunted Hoedown

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“Are you almost done?”

You look up from the blanket you are knitting and stare at Sister Jane.

“For today yes, I should be done tomorrow though.” You explain. You had been working on this blanket for weeks to give to a homeless shelter a few miles into the city. Everyone else had already finished theirs but yours took you a bit longer as you were new at this. Normally you’d never be put on duty for this but after Sister Anne had retired you were bumped up a spot.

“Okay, just reminding you that Father Bo needs to speak with you. Then you need to wash up for dinner.” Sister Jane says before leaving the room. You nod your head and set down all of your stuff before making your way down the corridors and across the church to Father Bo’s office. Honestly you wonder what he could want from you. You’d wondered it all morning when he came in during breakfast asking.

Father Bo made you nervous, you didn’t really know why. Well, you acted like you didn’t know why. You knew and God knew why and it was because you fantasized about being with him, about him kissing you and treating you so well and it really wasn’t your fault. He was handsome. More than handsome!

Honestly you felt like God was testing you.

Father Bo sits at his desk writing when you come in meekly. The door was already open so you give the frame a small knock making him look up from his paper. He smiles and your knees almost buckle. Father Bo stands up and walks around his desk, leaning on the edge of it. His arms cross.

“Evenin’, I just wanted to check in on you Sister. You seem to have avoided confession for the last few weeks. I’m hoping you’re doin’ alright. Was also wonderin’ why that is.”

You frown and look down so full of shame. You avoided it because you wanted to avoid him. He couldn’t tell or judge a soul when it came to confessions. But telling the source about your feelings towards him made you feel even dirtier than having the feelings.

“Hey, there’s no shame. I’m just concerned is all.”

Father Bo’s voice is gentle, it lures you in like a siren lures in a sailor.

“Just haven’t been feelin’ myself Father. I thought I could just tell God about it this time.”

What level of Hell does someone get sent to for lying to a priest?

“Ah, okay. Well you’ve been dealin’ with it for a long time. So, why don’t you come confess tonight. I’m sure it’ll take some weight off your shoulders.”

You let out a breath and close your eyes. “..Okay. I will Father. Before bed.”

“Sounds good. Now why don’t we head to dinner.”

You turn around and Father Bo follows after you. You feel his hand on your shoulder as the two of you walk towards the dinning hall. Your chest hurts and you keep looking at his large hands. Then you watch as it disappears and goes to your backside when you enter the hall.

It’s almost silent, just small whispers and talking about the next Mass and charity events that are coming up.

You sit in your seat seeing as a plate was already set for you and watch as Father Bo goes into the kitchen to get his food. You look down and begin eating quickly, your chest hurting from how fast you’re swallowing you food. You sip on your water and feel as those all of your Sisters are staring at you. But when you look up, they aren’t.

Sister Jane nudges you lightly. “What did he need to talk to you about?” She whispers, you turn towards her and frown.

“I hadn’t been going to confession the last few weeks. He’s askin’ me to go tonight. Said it’ll help lift a weight off my shoulder.” You explain, she nods her head.

“He’s right, you should. I’m not gonna ask why you haven’t been goin’ but k think you should. You seem to be too lost in thought recently and I know it ain’t cause of God.”

You nod your head in agreement and she rubs your shoulder before getting up and grabbing her plate along with the other sisters’ plates in her row. You eat in absolute silence after that.

-

The halls are silent as you walk down them. Your mind is racing on how you’d even confront the situation.

You could confess everything but your crush on Father Bo. But what if he catches on? No he wouldn’t, he can’t pressure you to confess, can he?

The chapel is dark other than a few candles lit up near the alter and the confessional booth. Father Bo comes out from the door, he looks at you and smiles genuinely.

“Come in.”

Father Bo opens the door for you, you go in and sit in one of the chairs. The priest goes behind the curtain and sits, your hands come together in prayer. He holds a rosary.

“In the name of The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit.”

You mimic the silhouette of Bo and do the sign of the cross.

“Whenever you’re ready.” He says, you nod your head, not knowing whether he can see you in the lamp’s light or not.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. My last confession was uh…” You think for a second, how long had it been? “6 weeks ago.” You whisper. Oh this was bad, how did you even become a nun in the first place. You’re horrible. Horrible. Horrible.

“Sister?”

You look up. “Sorry, I’d like to ask for forgiveness for not going to confession, for-for staying up late, unable to sleep and for developing feelings for someone when I know I cannot marry.” You let out a shaky breath and lean into your folded hands. “This is all I can remember. I am sorry for these and all of my sins.” A small sob escapes your throat.

“I ask you do three Hail Mary’s and that you come to my office tomorrow to help me with some things.” Bo says. You nod your head.

You whisper The Act of Contrition and afterwards Bo says the prayer of Absolution to you. You two make the sign of the cross and head out of the booth.

“12 pm tomorrow.”

You nod and sniffle. He gives you a half smile.

“It’s okay, you’ve been forgiven.”

-

Just like the day before, you knock lightly on the frame of the door to alert Bo.

“Afternoon, go ahead and shut the door.”

You nod and do as you’re told, stepping into the room and shutting the door quietly behind you.

“Bring that bench over here.” He points. You furrow your eyebrows but again, you listen. You drag the bench to the middle of the room wondering why he wants you to do this.

You stand up straight and Father Bo is directly behind you making you yelp when he speaks. “I’d like to ask you who these feelin’s you developed are for.”

His voice is raspy, your breath hitches and you close your eyes.

“I cannot say Father.”

“Oh but I think you can.”

You turn and look at him, your eyes reading fear and his eyes clearly eating that fear up. Being obedient you answer. “Y-you.”

He hums. “Good, for your penance I need you to go ahead and take off your panties for me.”

You open your mouth, trying to muster up the words to ask him if this is what God told him to do. But none come to mind.

You reach up your dress and pull them down, they’re slightly soaked and you frown. Father Bo takes them from you and pockets them.

“Lift your dress up and sit.”

You get on the bench and do just that. Father and takes his foot and kicks your legs apart, your hairy mound comes into view, he smirks and kneels. His tongue goes directly to your clit and you arch your back grabbing his hair.

“Father! We-we can’t!” You whine.

“It’s okay, nothing is going in you so it doesn’t count.”

Was that the rule?

Your thoughts scramble as he licks and sucks your clit. His hands keeping your thighs apart. Your thighs still shake and spasm as he finds your favorite spot.

You let out a small moan and listen to the wet noises coming from Father Bo making out with your cunt.

He groans and stops for a second, the bottom of his face is wet with you. “You taste divine.” He says, your face heats up and you look away. “No.” He sticks a thick digit in you and you gasp. “Look at me.”You look down and he’s smirking. “It’s okay because I haven’t stuck my cock in you. We just have to make sure you’re repenting correctly.”

Father Bo curls his fingers, you let out a high pitched moan and goes down again on you, sucking and kissing your clit aggressively.

You feel a cramp in you that you’ve never felt before and let out something between a gargle and whine making Bo work faster. Your thighs sweat and shake, then you fall over the edge. White flashes behind your eyes as you cum. High pitched squeals come from your throat and Bo works you through your orgasm. He pulls out his fingers and licks then clean.

“I need one more thing from you.”

You look at Father Bo hazily, he’s unbuckling his belt and unzipping his black pants.

His large hand gently pushes you back onto the bench. Every holy part of you wants to resist. Unfortunately the lust seems to take over and you allow him to slowly slide into you.

“It’s okay, cause we’re practically saints, at least.. you are.”

You nod and feel how he stretches your pussy out. He leans down and kisses your lips, they taste just like you.

“Father-“

He shushes you. You whine.

“Feel good.” You whisper, he kisses your cheek and slowly pulls out before thrusting back into you.

“That’s good, it’s supposed to. It’s how you know it’s working. This is your penance after all.”

His cock moves in and out of you making both of you groan and moan about how good it feels.

You grab his hand and move it to your breast, he takes no time and gropes it. You lean up and kiss Father Bo’s soft lips. He thrusts harder. “Have you said your-“ he groans “three Hail Mary’s yet?” He asks, grunting and licking your neck. You shake your head.

“Go ahead. Say it and you’ll be forgiven.”

“Hail Mary- Full of… Grace!” You buck up into him feeling the same knot forming in your stomach again. “The Lord is with thee- ah~. Blessed art thou among women and blessed it the fruit of thy Womb, JESUS!” Tears fall down your cheeks as he hits a special spot inside of you.

“Come on, not even done with the first one. Can’t cum until you say all of them.”

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.”

You whine and buck into him as he slows down, you know he’s about to cum himself.

“Hail Mary Full of Grace the Lord is with thee blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” You slur, your tongue feels like nothing in your mouth. Still you try and say it again one more time, feeling as Father Bo moves his hand between your legs and rubs for clit as he fucks into you.

“Hail Mary Full of Grace.. oh please.. the Lord is with thee blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Gonna cum, please gather let me cum!” You beg looking right into his beautiful blue eyes. He smiles.

“Just finish it for me.”

“Holy Mary Mother of God, mmgh… pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen!”

He thrusts into you a few more times and you cum around his cock. Quickly he pulls out and cums on your mound. The cum laying on your hair.

He kisses you one more time before getting up and adjusting himself. You lay there looking at him. “My-“

“Keepin’ these.” He pats his pocket.

You nod and sit up, your dress falls over your cum soaked cunt and you look at Father Bo.

“I’ll tell you when you come back. Don’t think this is a one time thing.”

“Yes Father.”

You get up and he kisses your head, then makes sure you’re adjusted before you head out the door to do your daily duties.

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To Risk It All | Chapter 1

Aemond x Dragonrider!OC

Summary: Daera arrives in King's Landing. Aemond remembers her vividly.

Tags: possessive!Aemond, angst, mature, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, obsession, blood, canon divergence, king Aemond, smut and fluff, dragons, war, F&B spoilers. | Prologue - Masterlist

Though Daera had never stepped foot in King's Landing before, the Dragonpit was unmistakable as she glided down her dragon towards the sandy ground, the Dragonkeepers welcoming her as they once did with Laenor. The red towers of the castle were visible in the distance, the chaotic sound of the city rising in the air as well as the stench that came along with it. All of this was so new to her. Once in the carriage that would lead her to Aegon’s Hill, she wondered what her mother and cousins had planned upon their delayed arrival. Would they demand justice, revenge?

Leaving the Queen, she was led to her brother’s temporary chambers. Upon seeing him again, Daera did not hesitate to throw herself in his arms, holding him tightly as if she feared he would disappear. His purple eyes were red with exhaustion, his small figure pressing against her chest as she held him close. She asked about him, but Daemion only voiced a weak affirmation before diving back into a worrying silence.

“Mother and father’s cousins are on their way, they will be there soon. Then we will go home,” she assured him, stroking his silver curls fondly.

His silence endured and she could do nothing but respect it, basking in their shared embrace before they were led to the royal sept. She held her brother’s hand while she paid her respects to their father, trying to not care for the gruesome state of his head under the white linen while Daemion stared at the ground, speechless.

Daera could feel him trembling, so she squeezed his hand harder.

Soon nightfall came and Daemion had still not said a word to her and when they came back to their apartments within Maegor’s Holdfast. The ghost of their father floated around them like a cold breeze, icing their blood, making them feel so alone, so powerless.

She asked him if he was tempted by a nightly ride upon Seasmoke, hoping to spark something other than sorrow in his eyes, but he only dismissed her with a curt shake of the head. “Daemion… we must be strong. Carry on what he left behind for us, and for mother. You can cry in front of me, you don’t have to hold your tears.”

He finally looked at her, pain plaguing his expression, and she wanted to wipe it away, make it disappear forever.

“You don’t cry,” he remarked with watery eyes.

“I do. I only reserve my grief for the ones I love, and that is you and mother. Certainly not the court,” she answered with bitterness, thinking about those who had done nothing while Vaemond Velaryon was mercilessly slain before them.

Now all that she hoped was that one day, her brother would be able to overcome the trauma the Rogue Prince had inflicted upon him, upon her family. She would make it so, she promised.

Daemion didn’t say a word, instead wrapped her arms around her, flattening his face against her and her heart ached in affection. “Goodnight, sister.”

As she watched her brother close the door, she realised that she, on the other hand, could not bear to be alone. She was scared to be left with her thoughts in such an unfamiliar place and desired to return to what comforted her.

She glanced at each side of the corridor, trying to remember the location of the stairs that led to the main hall. She moved through the castle silently, her steps leading her through the red faded stoney walls until she reached the outyard, where the night had settled so deep she shivered under her cloak.

“I demand to be taken to the Dragonpit,” she called out to one of the guards standing at the main gate.

“It is the hour of the ghosts, my Lady.”

“And what of it?” Daera said, arching a brow high on her forehead. 

The guard looked at her with a repressed scoff. “So I cannot prepare a carriage only because you wish to see your dragon, I am afraid.”

Daera fumed inside, but was unwilling to give up. “Then find someone to escort me on foot.”

This time, the guard did not hide his snicker. “I do not think that a young Lady such as you should be strolling the streets at this hour.”

“Open the gates.”

Daera turned around to see the newcomer as the guard widened his eyes. She had to narrow hers in order to see properly amidst the shadows of the courtyard but she could recognise the silver hair around his face and the smug demeanour of the man that was now advancing toward them. He wore a long dark green cloak that enveloped his figure, boots scratching the floor.

“Yes, my Prince.”

The guard did as told, gesturing to his counterpart to help him move the heavy doors in order to allow the Prince passage. Once outside of the walls, he suddenly stopped in his tracks to look at her over his shoulders. “Are you coming or not?”

Daera almost jumped, startled to be addressed and scurried to follow him, earning an annoyed look from the guard that closed the gates behind them. The silver-haired man only smirked and resumed his walk, forcing her to catch up with him.

“You are the Velaryon girl. Daera, is it? The Winged Seahorse?” he said, glancing at her from the corner of his eye while hastening his pace away from the castle’s gates. “You ride Seasmoke?”

“Yes.”

The way he behaved along with his unabashed confidence left little to no doubt about his identity, and Daera’s suspicions were confirmed when they came to a stop at a junction, now facing each other for the first time.

He looked at her, fully, and she could see the lilac eyes, the curly silver hair, the proud jawline and the redness under his eyes. She had not seen them in years, but it was easy to guess which out of the three children of Viserys Targaryen he was.

“Yes, my Prince. And you are Aegon Targaryen," she concluded, hinting that they had never been introduced properly.

“Indeed, we’ve met once before. But we both grew up since that time,” he said with poise before giving her a onceover. “And for the best, it would seem."

Daera stayed emotionless. “I suppose so. We must live up to our House’s name the best we can. Make them proud.” 

He looked at her for a little while, assessing her features and the way she spoke, trying to decide if the girl was not very quick witted or if she was just careful around him.

“I am sorry for your loss,” he finally said after his study, watching as her eyes turned grimmer at the mention of her father.

“Thank you."

She did not know what to say, and gazed at the paved stone. She had successfully managed to exit the castle grounds but from her position, she had no idea in what direction the Dragonpit was, the night sky hindering her vision.

But her curiosity was piqued by the unexpected encounter, making her momentarily forget about her destination. "May I ask where you are going at this hour, Prince Aegon?”

“The only place I can truly entertain myself,” he smirked. "I would have invited you to come along, but as I understood, you have a dragon to ride.” 

She only nodded, deciding that she did not want to drag a more precise answer out of him by the way he mysteriously looked at her.

“The Dragonpit is this way, you’ll have to cross Fleabottom,” he pointed vaguely to the street on the right. "Keep on and you’ll see the light of the dome from the plaza. I hope the Dragonkeepers are in a good mood,” he added. “For your sake.” 

He reached for his hood to put it over his hair, covering the very recognisable silver of it. “Oh… Thank you.”

“Have a nice flight, Daera.”  

As she watched him stride off southward, she felt jealous of his hood, feeling silly for not having brought one of her own to hide her silver head. Instead she was left to squeeze the fabric of her cloak around her and began walking, thoughts swirling around the oddity of the King’s son.

Were all of his children like this? Helaena? Aemond? Daeron?

She thought about Aemond, the boy she had met with two eyes before he lost one out of pure perseverance. She had seen neither him nor Helena since her arrival, and she knew Daeron to be in Oldtown. But now that she had met one of them, she found herself most curious about the others.

It was a shame that she was to leave as soon as her great cousins’ plea would be heard.

Aemond cursed under his breath when he saw that none of the adjacent streets he had taken were empty, his plan to remain unnoticed moot. His evening ride on Vhagar had been pleasant, a necessity after the dinner that had left him fuming, remembering the sufficient snort of Lucerys Velaryon as the roasted pig was served, and how Jacaerys Velaryon had thought he could provoke him. In fact, Aemond felt vengeful still, much of the ire accumulated within him since that fateful day on Driftmark demanding to be released, and he felt it more and more difficult to keep his rancour at bay. 

The noises of the night owls above and the drunks staggering on the main street steered him away from his murderous thoughts, noticing with relief that he was getting closer to the Red Keep as he walked further up Sour Belley Row. When he took a turn to a street he hoped to be empty, the thoughts invaded him once again.

If only he could challenge Lucerys Valeryon, challenge him in a fight, or even sneak into his room, unseen, and make him beg for him to stop when he would try to take his eye as wel-

A loud laugh echoed from one of the back alleys, and he instantly stopped in his tracks, his jaw clenching. "... the King passes away, head to the dark clear glowing flame that turns as green as the dawn…"

He looked under his hood to search for the source of the voice, only spotting two shadowy forms as another shrilling laugh echoed against the stone walls of the alley. From afar he recognised an old woman he knew blind, talking to a stranger whose back was turned to him. 

He sighed with annoyance; this woman was known to be some sort of seer, overlooked by some, adored by others, and decided to pay it no mind, rather walking away before earning more of her questionable predictions. It was easy for a charlatans like her to announce the death of his father when he had one foot in the tomb, and her sort only deserved his disdain.

But as he casted one last disapproving look to the old crone, he caught sight of the stranger’s silver hair facing her and stilled again.

It was a woman, a young woman that was wearing noble clothes, both blue and black, wrapped around a thick dark marine cloak. A Targaryen? One of Aegon’s bastards? No, she was far too old. An imitator perhaps? Not from her clothes and the way she stood herself. She then turned her face slightly, and curiosity took the better of him at once.

She was too beautiful not to be of noble blood, and there was only one person that possessed her characteristics and was currently in the capital: Daera Velaryon, the girl he had watched grieve Laena Velaryon all of those years ago on Driftmark, and had sometimes after claimed her brother’s dragon, following his own steps.

The one who had led him to the dune where Vhagar slept.

She had grown much, she was nothing like the girl he had met by the seaside. Before he could realise it, his feet had advanced toward the two women on their own, and as he stepped into the light, the white orbs of the seer snapped at him like she had suddenly recovered the ability to see. The Velaryon followed her gaze and took a hasty step back when she realised that he was right behind her, a jasmine fragrance filling the air as she moved.

He could not blame her for her reaction, knowing that he would look rather imposing to her as he beat her both in height and size and bore a hooded cloak that hid most of his face, keeping it in the shadows.

“Ha! There is the vision, the one you will cower under!” continued the old woman, drawing back both Aemond’s and the girl’s gaze on her. 

Then the young woman spoke, allowing him to finally hear her voice for the first time in years, memories coming back to him at the softness of her tone. “I… I don’t understand.”

The seer cackled again and began searching for Daera’s hands, reaching to her front and bringing them into her own. “The God of Flame and Shadow understands, my dear,” she said as she tapped her hand and grinned widely. "You, on the other hand, don't need to."

Aemond was almost certain that the woman had ‘looked’ straight at him as she said her last piece, but he had no time to react for she let out another cackle before letting go of Daera’s hands and proceeded to slowly limp away in the dark alley, holding on to the wall for direction.

Both him and Daera watched as she disappeared in the shadows before she turned to face him, making Aemond remember where he was and where he was going before he had stupidly lost himself in a dark alley. 

He could feel her gaze on him, scrutinising, the scent of jasmine spreading in the air.

“Who are you?” she asked, her eyes searching under the hood that covered his face.

He congratulated himself for letting his sapphire eye bare of leather for that particular occasion. No one could know he was away from the keep, even less recognise him.

“None of your concern, I’m afraid.”

His tone was cold, unforgiving. He wanted to turn away before she could ask any more compromising questions, but his body refused to move, as if it was detached from his brain.

“You smell of dragon.” 

He stopped himself in time from lifting his head completely in reaction, keeping his features safely tucked away in the shadows. Instead, he watched her intensely under his hood as she kept searching for his eye, gears visibly turning behind her violet ones. 

“It’s unwise to insult strangers away at such a late hour. Especially alone,” he answered with all the menacing tone he could muster.

She straightened at that, and if she hadn’t considered him dangerous before, she was now. Or was it prudence? 

“I didn't mean to insult you. I only… I just wanted to head to the Dragonpit by myself, but I got… distracted,” she gestured behind her where the woman had disappeared, staring at the now empty street deep in thought. “I wish to see the dragons for myself.”

“Hm,” he found himself muttering, wondering why in the seven hells he was still standing there instead of being on his way back already. Instead he found the want to goad her, to test her. “Maybe if you had stayed on the main street and avoided being lured by beggars and liars, you would have found it without difficulty.”

He saw her chin lift up at that, like a creature ready to strike, to defend itself. 

Like a dragon.

“Well, if I was lured so easily, like you put it, I wonder what you are doing here,” she said defiantly, “Fancy the words of a liar or do you just have a likeness for dark alleys? Or perhaps more discriminating endeavours?”

He considered her for a moment before letting out a scoff, surprising himself and earning a puzzled look from her. She had the grit of her father, he could give her that. Or was it the fire in her veins, the same that he possessed?

"See the dragons," she had said, instead of explaining that she wanted to ride hers. Just like he had.

Exactly as he had said all of those years ago.

He hummed again, scrutinising her. “Maybe you should ask someone else, there are much more informed people in those streets than old fortune tellers and strangers that smell of dragon. You would be better to take your chance with them.”

He allowed himself a short moment to see her expression shift from defensive to surprised, before turning his back to her swiftly and finally walking away, letting a smile creep at the corner of his mouth.

That was unexpected.

“You think you can protect him? Ha! He will fall, girl, you are powerless against their wits. Grief plagues you all, but so do teeth and claws. Maybe wings will cover his tomb?”

The blind woman's voice kept ringing in her ears as she walked down the main avenue. Protect him? Protect him from what? From who? Was it her brother, she had asked. Was it Daemion? But the woman had not answered her, only mocked her further.

"One candle burns as the King passes away, head to the dark clear glowing flame that turns as green as the dawn and see your heart within it, your future."

What had she meant?

Daera raised her head and exhaled in relief when she saw the enormous roof of the Dragonpit over a nearby building. She began walking again, carefully staying in the dark and avoiding every person she would cross paths with.

The seer had called to her, asked her to approach, but when Daera had said that she had nothing to offer, taking the woman for a beggar, she had seen the white of her eyes and felt compelled to go to her. The old woman had then passed her hand over her face before laughing and speaking mysterious words, taunting her. Should she even take her seriously? 

But against all odds, it was not the most peculiar encounter she had made this evening, and wondered if maybe, the night had more in store for her.

The hooded man that had inexplicably materialised behind her, listening in to the incomprehensible words that were spoken to her, had unsettled her and now occupied her thoughts as she climbed the steps to the Dragon Pit. He was tall and lean, from what she had seen. His voice was soft, but firm, and obviously rather cold as he spoke and she wondered if he always sounded so scathing.

She had only seen his jawline in the dark, the rest of his face hidden from her, but she found herself more intrigued by him than by the blind woman's words. And the smell, sandalwood mixed with smoke. But it was the distinctive scent of dragon that had her eagerly curious. It was the exact same smell as when Princess Rhaenys came back from a ride with Meleys, or as Laenor had once, or as Laena did. Was he a Dragonkeeper? Or maybe just a worker there? Maybe she had been wrong completely, and had mistaken the scent for another odour. But he had not denied it, rather had looked unphased when she had pointed it out. She might think of every possibility but her instincts already knew the truth.

She wondered what the odds were of meeting two Targaryen Princes in one night.

Chapter 2

Thank you @babyblue711 & @arcielee for beta.

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A Little Distraction

TW: 18+ content !! MDNI

WC: 1.5K

Tav’s had enough of the abundance of planning Enver has committed himself to. She decides to take matters into her own hands to draw his attention to something more… entertaining.

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Just a little something to hold myself over until I finish the final chapter of The Night Shift 🙈

Tav watched from a stained glass window as the sun started to set below the city’s skyline. The colorful panes reflected a few rays of the day's last light onto the floor below, hues of red and yellow sparkled against the wooden boards. It was another late night with Lord Gortash, his office had become like a second home by now, much warmer than the temple. Gortash remained at his desk most of the day, enjoying her silent company. He occasionally asked for her thoughts during his meticulous planning, answered in usually a couple of short words before she returned to her voided stare across the city. Only until the sun disappeared beyond the horizon did he finally leave his desk to give her proper attention. The pair had reached the final hour of their invasion, most days spent fine tuning their strategy, some less productive night spent in bed together. Tav knew her sister was becoming more volatile by the day, it would be foolish to assume she wasn’t plotting to usurp her position as the Chosen of Bhaal. However cowardly it was to hole herself up within Lord Gortash’s office, she didn’t mind. A fight would be imminent, necessary in fact, in order to secure her birthright. For now she waits to anticipate Orin’s next move, keeping a cautious eye on her movements within The Gate. 

It had become a bit of a bore though, wordlessly sitting by his window each day as he scribbled on parchment behind her. Jumping down from her perch, Tav made her way behind the lordling in his chair. She snaked her arms around Enver’s neck, laying her head against his as she looked over the maps scattered across his desk. 

“Let’s take a break, shall we?” She said in a seductively low voice next to his ear. Gortash frowned and continued with his work, “You’ve hardly contributed today.” He scoffed. 

“There’s nothing left to do! We’ve accounted for every possible deviation from the strategy, you’ll start to go mad spending another night staring over these maps.” She said with a whine. Gortash brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose, pinching the bridge in frustration. 

“Another hour. Then you’ll have my attention.” He said shortly, laying a hand on her arm before returning his gaze to the desk. A worthless compromise, Tav was sure her own mind would rot if she had to wait for another hour. It was common for Gortash to be the last to quit for the day, working until his hands grew numb from gripping his quill, ink pots cluttering his space. If it was truly so difficult to tear him away from his desk, perhaps she should do it herself. 

Circling his desk, Tav dipped down below the table top and sat in between his knees. Enver paid her no mind as she ran her hands along his thighs, her clawed nails sending shivers down the lordling’s spine. Only until she began fumbling to unclasp his belt did he cock an eyebrow at her, his gaze unreturned as she focused on freeing him from his trousers. Tav looked up to watch for his reaction as she reached into his pants through his underwear, massaging at his growing cock with a gentle hand. Gortash let out a short breath as she worked her hand along his shaft, bringing it up to press a soft thumb against his tip. She felt him hardened in her hand as she stroked his shaft and teased his head with her fingertips. Even as his heart began to race at the slow, languid movements, Gortash clenched his jaw and let out a short curse before returning to his work. His attempt to ignore her only spurred her on as she freed him from his trousers, the considerable length springing out and slapping against his stomach. With a hum of amusement, Tav brought her mouth around the head, swirling her tongue over beads of pre cum before swallowing him entirely. She relished in his taste, letting out another satisfied hum as she bobbed up and down his length. Enver let out a deep groan as he was engulfed in the wet heat of her throat. His hand moved to a tight grip on the chair’s arm, his nails making shallow grooves into the wood in an effort to hold himself back, hiding his desperation. Tav picked up her pace, pumping her fist along what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. 

“Couldn’t wait another hour?” Gortash gritted through his teeth as he raked a hand through her hair, gripping onto the base of her curved horn. Tav gave a gentle shake of her head to indicate, no, she absolutely couldn’t wait. Enver let out a chuckle at her impatience, succeeded by a sharp inhale as her teeth grazed against his skin. The mix of pleasure and pain sent a roaring wave of arousal through his body, his mind screamed for more of her mouth, her touch, her taste. Tav could hear his frustration through the reserved groans he let out, the room filling with lewd sounds as she sloppily fucked him with her fist. Enver glanced down underneath the desk and she returned his gaze through half lidded eyes as she devoured him, the dizzying sensation causing Enver to thrust his hips against her mouth. Tav started to choke as she felt the tip press against the back of her throat, looking up at Enver in a plea for him to be gentle. Instead she was met with a devilish smirk as his eyes darkened at the scene in front of him, clouded by a thick aura of desire.

“Gods, your mouth feels divine.” He let out breathlessly, looking down at her with a sinful expression. Enver took advantage of her willing submission, wrapping his hands around the dark horns on her head, pushing her to take him further, deeper into her mouth. Gortash let out a guttural moan as he slammed her mouth down onto his cock. Using her horns for leverage, his hands moved in a rhythmic motion to drive himself deeper with every pump. Enver’s show of dominance only spurred Tav on as she moaned around his length, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. She surrendered to his bruising pace and hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked and swallowed his length, running her tongue along the ridges of his soft skin. 

“That’s it. You take me so well, my dear.” 

Tav whimpered as he stuffed her mouth with his thick cock, feeling her own heat shudder for attention at his soft praise. Enver’s composure started to slip as he watched her hand disappear between her thighs, her moans around his cock growing louder as she worked her delicate fingers around her clit. An intense pressure began to rise in the pools of Enver’s stomach, threatening to spill over if Tav continued her feverish pace. 

She couldn’t resist the urge to make him finish in her mouth, to suck and stroke him dry until he’s nothing but a mumbling fool under her touch. She’d give anything to watch him completely unravel. Once, twice, however many times he’d allow. The thought of it drove her wild, her fingers began to move faster against her clit as she drew herself closer to her peak. Tav started to gently suck on the tip, knowing this would push him over the edge. She stroked what she didn’t swallow, the combination having a dizzying effect on the Archduke. Enver shakily grabbed at a clump of her hair as a string of curses tumbled out of his mouth in a husky growl. 

“Good girl.” He struggled to spit out, “Don’t stop.” 

She didn’t intend to. His eyes were now fixed onto her, her soft hand gliding along his cock, her swollen lips tenderly working the pleasure out of him. Tav’s fingers started to move sloppily against her folds, the sensations becoming too much for her to suppress any longer. He could hear the wet sounds of his wicked little assassin pleasuring herself, how her legs began to tremble underneath her fingers, her thighs tensing at the building pressure. He was intoxicated by the sound of her gagging against his girth, her unrelenting strokes pulling him closer, closer to the edge. As Tav reached her climax. she let out a guttural moan and Enver pushed his cock further into her mouth to muffle the sounds. Tav choked around his length as she rode out her orgasm, intense waves of pleasure rolling through her as the obscene sounds around her turned to white noise. As he felt his own release approaching Enver couldn’t help but let out a primal groan, his hips involuntarily bucking against her throat at a shattered speed. His moans grew louder and more vulgar with every stroke, shouting her name as he filled her throat with his warm seed. The excess spilled out of the sides of her mouth before she pulled off with a sickening pop, happily swallowing everything he emptied inside of her. 

“You wicked thing.” He said to her in a low voice, collecting the remaining spit lining her mouth with his thumb, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste them both. Tav gave him a weak smile and mustered up what little strength she had to rise to her feet before immediately dropping into Enver’s lap. The Archduke let out a soft chuckle and brushed her hair out of her face, wrapping his hands around her waist to hold her tighter against him. Tav nestled her face into his neck, leaving soft kisses along the flesh, nipping at his skin with her teeth. Enver didn’t mind and he scooted the chair closer towards the desk, picking up the dried quill and dipping it back into the ink pot. It didn’t need to be said that this was only a preamble for the night to come, but for now Tav listened as he scribbled on parchment and flipped through the pages of a dusty journal. 

[knight-princess]

I’ve had the start of this in my drafts for ages, suddenly inspired to finish it tonight. Might be just it’s own standalone thing or it might be chapter one, I don’t know yet. It follows the finale, with the group leaving the Immemorial City, setting off home, and is from Airk’s point of view. The header is by hgstuff

Airk trudged along in silence. Everything had fallen quiet now, weariness and grief weighing the mood down. He didn’t know if the silence was easier to bear than the quiet laugher had been, the bickering he couldn’t share. Sure, his sister had walked with him for a bit, and her worried glance often strayed to him, even as she walked step in step with Jade. But . . . they were a unit, his sister and these, who had come on the quest to rescue him. Trials and hardships had hammered them together into a whole. Even the way they moved, the way they walked, aware of each other, reminded him of nothing so much as the many limbs of some great beast. But he . . . Well. Everything was so confusing. So much had happened. He couldn’t get his thoughts to stay still long enough to sort any of them out. He wondered if he ever would.

“Hey, question,” the man’s voice seemed loud compared to the quiet the group had fallen into as they walked deeper into the darkening evening. Boorman, that was it. Somebody had called him Boorman. Did the name ring a bell, somewhere in the mess of his memory? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t ask. “How’re we getting back up the waterfall?”

Airk frowned. He didn’t remember a waterfall. But then, he didn’t remember much at all of the journey to the city. What did he remember? He forced his thoughts in order, a purposeful search of a ransacked room. He remembered claws, clutching his ribs so tightly he thought they’d crack. He remembered clouds, and cold. Whatever they had flown over, if he had noted anything at the time, it was lost to him now.

The silence stretched. Then, “I don’t know why you’re all looking at me,” Willow grumbled. It was strange, seeing him here, the Willow Ufgood, from his dads stories. Airk was having a hard time processing that, too.

“Oh I don’t know,” Boorman said. “World famous Willow Ufgood, most powerful sorcerer, fixer of all problems. No reason.”

“Boorman. Shut up.”

The Wyrm had feared Willow Ufgood. He could feel the thought, oily slick, somewhere in his mind. It horrified him, the sudden feeling of fear and resentment that thrummed through his blood. Not mine, he told himself. Deny it, hide it, cover it. Not mine. He tried to focus, to separate the feeling from his dads hero stories of the man.

Boorman was still talking. Airk knew he’d missed something of what the man had been saying, but then, nobody else was paying him much mind either. “Oh yeah,” he carried on, “let’s all jump off the cliff at the end of the world, with no idea how to get back. Great idea guys. Good planning. You know, I was kinda joking when I said that next time I should plan the quest, but now I’m really thinking -”

“Boorman, shut up.” Elora this time, and for a wonder, Boorman did fall silent. Perhaps it was the hollowness of her voice. She looked terrible, worse and worse, the longer they walked. Her footsteps dragged, and a small flute hung limp from her hand. Her hair glinted red in the sunset. That, too, would take getting used to. Her gaze met his and jerked away. Airk sighed. There was a lot that would take getting used to. So much had changed.

“Guys.” Jade’s voice cut through the weary bickering. She and Kit walked close, his sister still decked in the armour that had come from gods knew where. Another adventure he hadn’t been party to. “We need to make camp,” Jade said. “Before it gets dark.”

They did not have much with them. Airk wondered if they had travelled the whole way so light, or perhaps lost their supplies along the way somewhere. It scarcely mattered. What they had, they put to use. Soon, a small, scrawny fire began to breath in a hollow they dug to safeguard it from the wind that swept them.

“Shame we can’t magic up some food,” Boorman muttered morosely. Clearly, what little they had had not been enough to satisfy him.

“No, can’t magic up food,” Elora repeated. She passed a wan smile between herself and Willow, who chuckled softly. More inside jokes. Airk tried to crush the resentment he felt. Why did he feel so angry? They’d come to rescue him, he reminded himself. The quest they’d bonded over had been for his benefit. He was free, free of the Wyrm. Wasn’t he?

“Airk? You okay?” Kit. Kit’s voice, raised in concern. He flinched, flashes of memory racing through his head. He recalled his sword striking hers, with all the strength he could muster. He recalled how he had gone to strike Elora, sitting exhausted before him, how angry he had been when Kit stood in the way. He recalled wanting her dead, with every fibre of his being. He tried to banish the memory. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to remember that. He didn’t want that to ever have been part of him.

“Airk?” Kit called again.

Faces, he’d always been good at wearing faces. For the court, the nobles, his mother, the girls he distracted himself with, each a different face, each a different performance. So many faces he’d worn, over the years. He sometimes wondered if anyone had ever seen him. He pulled up a smile. “I’m fine,” he said through clenched teeth. He willed himself to believe it.

“People who are fine don’t usually sit alone in the dark when everyone else is gathered around the fire,” Willow murmured, not unkindly.

“Join us, Airk,” Jade said. She’d always been a steady one. She’d always been good for Kit, a good match, the rock to Kit’s wildfire. He wondered what their mother would think, of how close the knight sat to the princess, how their fingers laced together. He frowned, focusing for the first time today on what she wore. Her armour was unfamiliar too. He was suddenly daunted. Kit was changed, Jade was changed, and Dove, Elora, Elora most of all. She had spoken fair to him earlier in the day, of how glad she was to see him again. But in the hours they’d walked, she’d sunk into a deep melancholy that even the fire couldn’t thaw. He wondered if she were angry with him. He had raised a sword against her; he had helped the Crone attempt to trap her. He wouldn’t blame her if she hated him. She certainly didn’t join her voice to the others as they invited him. She just rubbed the flute in her hands and stared into the fire. He thought he saw a tear drip off her chin, but then, it could have been a trick of the rippling firelight.

He hesitated long. In the end, Boorman sighed, stood theatrically and, easy as picking up a kitten, lifted him by his jacket collar and swung him over to the fire. He found himself sandwiched between Boorman’s tall lanky frame and Kit. Boorman flashed him a grin. “You’re welcome,” he said, and went back to poking the fire.

A ghost of a smile flitted across Airk’s face. “And who are you, again?” he asked. He wondered when his voice had got so rusty.

“Oh no,” Jade lamented. “Don’t, don’t get him started, he’ll go on forever -”

But it was too late, and Boorman had begun an enthusiastic recounting of his entire life, seemingly from the moment of his birth. Airk listened, trying to enjoy being rescued, having his sister at his side again, the warmth and good fellowship. He tried to let it drown out the memories.

As the fire sank low, his fingers drifted across the scars littering his face. He floated off into sleep, focusing in the rhythmic breathing of his companions to steady his own racing heart, and tried not to dream.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Midnight Blades {14}

Aemond Targaryen x princess!reader (Dark!themes) Summary: After leaving Red Keep for hopefully the last time, your journey takes a detour as Vhagar ignores the command of her rider. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, grief, fluff WC: 2072

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine || Part Ten || Part Eleven || Part Twelve || Part Thirteen || Part Fourteen || Part Fifteen || Part Sixteen || Part Seventeen || Part Eighteen || Part Nineteen || Part Twenty ||

The sun set while you stood transfixed in the window overlooking the city that had given and taken so much from you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to tear the curtains from their rails, you wanted to run through the streets with a torch and burn it all to ash. But you stood still while Aemond became a maelstrom, whirling around the room packing what essentials he could fit into the satchels that had arrived with you. 

At some point Aemond disappeared, leaving you with Ser Negan who stood at your back after failing to elicit any conversation from you. Though you didn’t talk, you still listened. Ser Negan spoke of Nate’s courage and how he would be proud to have given his life for his family, for his sister and his niece he would never meet. Instead of making you feel better it only made you feel worse.

“We are leaving now,” Aemond said as he rushed into the room, waves of rage rolling off him.

“They are here?” Ser Negan asked as he picked up on the tension pricking the room, Aemond’s eye searching the shadows for foe. 

Aemond blinked and you dreaded the words there were to follow the thick swallow took, nothing good followed that. “Jaehaerys is dead,” his pause was heavy, “a son for a son.”

You felt his guilt knowing it was retribution for Lucerys dying by his hand, just as Daemon had died by yours. Now you had both lost people you cared for.

“We need to leave, princess,” Aemond repeated as he cupped your face, turning you away from the blood red streaks on the horizon.

“My brother.” Panic suddenly filled your chest as you realised you had left him behind, the return trip from the docks to Red Keep still a blur like a nightmare that you couldn’t quite remember but innately knew it was terrible. “What about my brother?”

Ser Negan dropped a heavy hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “He is being prepared for his final journey to the homeland. I will return with him and keep the death watch.”

“You have my gratitude,” you said with a quiet voice that was unfamiliar to your ears. “I shall have need of a personal guard as heir,” you choked over the word and took a moment to regain your composure, “if you so choose, I would appreciate your continued loyalty.”

Ser Negan bowed his head and thumped his fist to his chest. “You never have to ask, little sparrow, my sword is yours to command.”

Aemond curled his arm around your back ready to lead you from the room but you stopped and looked back at Negan. “Will you escort us to the Dragon Pit?”

Aemond’s men had already failed to stop one child assassin so he did not argue with your request, letting the commander fall into step behind you with his hand ready on his sword. 

“Aemond, please,” Alicent cried as she blocked the way to the gates, the wails of a broken mother echoing down into the courtyard. “You need not leave, not when your family needs you, your brother needs you here. Think of them.”

“I’m sorry, mother,” Aemond said with a detached voice as he watched the wide open space warily. “Until this day, the Red Keep was silently under siege and you knew about it, turning a blind eye to the spies within the walls. I am thinking of my family, that is why I must do this. My child comes first, though that might be something you are unfamiliar with.”

“That is not fair,” Alicent said as she slapped Aemond, the harsh sting stirring you from the stupor you had slipped into. “Everything I have done is for you and your siblings. I don’t even recognise you anymore.”

The light in his pale eye faded at the insult. “Because I am no longer a pawn for you to use in your machinations?”

Her hand rose to slap him again but you caught her wrist in a tight grip that left her wincing. “I am no longer just another princess, Alicent, you would do well to remember that before you strike my future consort.” You shoved her hand away and caressed your fingertips over the red hand print burning on Aemond’s cheek. 

Aemond caught your hand and brushed past his mother to march the stables where the horses were waiting, their saddles already prepared. Just as quickly as you had been swept from your home, you were rushing back. It was a cycle that you hoped would not repeat as you could not stomach the emotions that each journey stirred. 

The guards, and Ser Negan with them, had left after safely delivering you and your husband to the dragons’ den, their faces forlorn as they saluted Aemond and bowed their heads to you. No one had offered an escort into the heart of the pit but you did not fault them for it, merely thanking them and hugging Negan in farewell. 

The mouth of the dragon pit was gaping maw that descended into darkness, the lit sconces not enough to see more than a few yards at a time. Aemond’s boots confidently carried him down the ramp that he had walked a thousand times and you followed him, trusting him not to let you trip and fall. 

“Prince Aemond,” the elder dragon keeper greeted, stepping out of a cove in the stone. “The hour is late.”

“Tis, how is Vhagar’s wing?”

The man pursed his lips, turning and leading the way deeper into the cavern, past the slumbering forms of Sunfyre and Dreamfyre. “There is only so much healing for a dragon of her great age but she will take to the skies for a while longer. It is her temperament that need concern, my prince.”

The torches on the jagged walls cast long shadows like sharpened teeth ready to close around your throat, the red and orange flames flickering in a macabre dance as you moved past and disturbed their air. The two men watched as you continued without them into Vhagar’s lair, concern only on one of their faces. 

“She has been discontent all afternoon,” the dragon keeper said nervously as Vhagar unfurled from the coil she had restlessly slumbering in. “I have not seen her behave as such before. I think it best to call your wife away, my prince.”

Vhagar stared down her snout at you, her jaw opening and a gasp tearing from the dragon keeper fearing he was about to see a princess turned to ash. A soft whimpering mewl washed over you and you didn’t even complain about the putrid breath of the she-dragon as she felt the pain that cut your heart and laid her head to the floor at your feet. Dust blew over your boots with each breath she took and you stared at your reflection in her eye before falling against her and weeping.

“Impossible,” the dragon keeper whispered with shock. “Vhagar has a heart bond with you, my prince.”

Aemond watched you release the emotions you had kept to yourself, freeing yourself of the sobs that rocked your entire body and the pain that ran deeper than any mortal wound could give. “And my heart belongs to her.”

The night air left your teeth chattering and your clothing was damp from breaking through the clouds, not even the deerskin blanket could warm you as Aemond wrapped it tightly around you both. He had not said a word as he encompassed you in his arms and adjusted Vhagar’s heading with tugs of the reins, there was no comfort he could offer that would take away the pain and you could offer him no more for the loss of his nephew. 

More and more you felt Aemond pulling at the reins, but the dragon remained steadfast in her heading over the Narrow Sea until Aemond stood behind you and looked down at his dragon. “Naejot Scythe. Dohaera!” [High Valyrian: To Scythe. Obey me.]

“No,” you said through the shivers that erupted as his movement pulled the blankets free. “Let her be free a while longer.”

Aemond settled back into the saddle behind you and rearranged the blankets to fight the chilly winds. You could feel his eye burning a hole in your back as he breathed down your neck but he finally got the courage to talk after a few more moments, “You or her?”

“I am a coward,” you admitted quietly. “I cannot bear to break the news to my father. How can I look him in the eyes when I am the very reason the rightful heir is dead?”

“I have met many cowards, you are not one. It is not cowardly to wish for ignorance and innocence a little longer, but we do not have the luxury to dwell for long.”

“I fear my father will call to arms our people and the Narrow Sea will turn black with our sails. It will be the very thing I was trying to avoid by accepting your proposal.” You tipped your head back to stare at the stars and wondered which one was Nate, and if it was near his mother who had died with his birth. “Sometimes, I wish you never came to my shores.”

The silence dragged for so long you were certain he wasn’t going to answer but when he did you almost wished he hadn’t, “It was Helaena who pushed for me to return after that night, not that she knew where I had been - only that I was different, she said. Try as I might, I could not stay away.”

Vhagar subtly shifted her wings and descended back into the clouds that stole the starlight. The expanse of dark water spread as far as your eyes could see and it was impossible to tell north from south without the land or stars to guide you, but the old dragon knew where she was heading. 

A small speck in the water grew until the small island rose up to meet her heavy landing that brought a groan of pain from Aemond’s healing wound. 

“Do you know where we are?” you asked as you climbed down the netting and your feet touched dried earth. 

Aemond shook his head with a frown as he scooped up a handful of the stoney soil and sniffed it. “Brimstone.” 

Vhagar dug her talons into the ground as she slowly crawled forward toward the mouth of a rocky craven, a gap too small for her to fit through. Turning her head to you, she puffed smokey tendrils before turning back to the cave with a quiet keening that urged you to step inside. 

“She wants us to go in,” you mused aloud as Aemond placed a hand to her snout and whispered calming words to her before drawing Dark Sister and keeping you an arms length behind him as he entered first.

For the dark of night outside, the cracks in the stone emitted a glowing orange hue that was just enough to see your foot falls ahead. The glow only grew the deeper you tracked, Aemond’s ears listening for any sign of life ahead and the sword taken from his uncle balanced in his grip. 

“It is warm,” you whispered in surprise as you realised the shivers had ceased and a drop of sweat beaded on your brow. “Are we to find the heart of the mountain?”

“No,” Aemond said a little breathless as he came to a stop at the hallow ahead, the curved edges carved by talons to create the nook and nest. “It’s a clutch.”

He sheathed his sword and you stepped to his side to find an egg resting on a small mound of rock. The scaled orb was mostly a pale grey much like Vhagars colouring but veins of shimmering black wrapped around it and you pressed your hand to the little swell of your stomach. “For a true-born Targayen, like her father.”

A small smile curled at his lips and the longer he stared at the dragon egg the less haunted he seemed by the day, as if this made his choice to leave more palatable. Perhaps this was the blessing you both needed to move forward. For every choice from here out would be for the greater good of your family, for better or worse.

Click here for Part Fifteen.

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[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓴𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓡𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓲

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛᴏɴᴏᴡᴀʀɪ x ʀᴏɴᴀʟ x ᴛᴀʟᴏᴋᴇᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ꜰᴏᴜᴅᴇQᴜꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢÖʀᴀɴꜱꜱᴏɴ- ᴄᴏɴ ʟᴀ ʙʀɪꜱᴀ

Tw: some Wakanda Forever spoilers? Reader understands them, cussing,

Author’s note: Somewhat similar to the Atlantean story but this time reader is an adult and from Talokan, should I do a reader from Wakanda next?

P.s. I also come to realize that I’m still knew in writing Polyamorous relationships, sorry if my poly fics/hcs sound stale. 

Masterlist

You had landed on Pandora with your group, ever since the War between the Wakandans and the Talokans things haven’t been the same. You had left earth and explored some planets, to find better materials for better weapons. The technology back home was one of the bests, but the Wakandans were not dumb. Once your team was done with you all boarded the ships to leave. While on the air, something had been wrong with yours, you couldn’t explain what it was but you had to get out of the ship fast, if you didn’t you’d explode along with it. The only thing you got was your spear and an extra mask then jumped out just in time as it exploded. You had landed on the ocean, the problem was that now your team won’t be able to locate you due to your ship’s destruction.

You decided to look for a village or something, you weren’t going to just stick around in the ocean. So you began to swim, you took your mask underwater to swim better and able to breath the water. You swam for hours and hours until you had spotted a village, hopefully they’d help you. So you put your mask on and swam towards the shore. Then the villagers had spotted you, some began to circle you as you approached, others ran around to get other’s attention. Now you were standing in the middle of a crowd, of both children, teenagers and adults. They were eyeing you, seeing your blue skin, the jade earrings, the gills on your shoulders that were covered with the same breathing device. Not to mention your amour, your height, your different form of attire and you had your spear in hand. They didn’t miss your lack of tail, wide arms and wide eyes. The villagers had mumbled amongst each other. 

Until you were then approached by who you assumed where the leaders, a male and female. They had greeted you with their own greeting sign, while you did your own. “What is someone like you doing here?” Ronal had asked, which you responded “I’ve come very far, I don’t have a clue of where I am.” You said as the Female with tattoos surrounded you, walking around you to get a better look. She did not miss your blue skin, your gills that laid on your shoulders. “Where are you from?” she asked. “I am from the underwater city known as Talokan.” You said as you felt her touched your bone like armor then moved to your leather wrapped arms. “Hm, we have never seen anyone like you, ever” she said letting go your arm. “All I ask is for some refuge, I leave as soon as possible.” You had asked, this made Tonowari and Ronal looked at each other then at you.

“Hm, how are we sure that you won’t bring trouble?” Tonowari asked, not missing your spear. Then you got down on one knee, placing your spear down and faced down. “Me and my people come in peace, we’d hate to cause any trouble. I will not bring any trouble, and if any trouble is brought, then I will take full responsibility.” You said looking down, then Tonowari and Ronal looked at one another again, having a silent conversation, then they spoke. “You are to stay, but you’ll have to learn our ways, you will be treated as a sister here.” Tonowari said as you looked up at him. Bowing your head once again and thanked him and his mate. He had instructed his children Ao’nung and Tsireya to teach you. 

They had been kind enough to give your own Marui. It was different from your home back in Talokan, since you lived underwater where majority of the time it was dark, but it was nice feeling the sun on your skin.

You also got to know the leader’s family, his wife, Ronal, his son Ao’nung and his daughter Tsireya.

They often asked you question about Talokan and how the city underwater was compared to the one on the surface. The Tsahik was interested in your beliefs of a deity, you had told her your worshipped multiple deities, but the god you worshipped the most was the one known as  Ku'ku'lkán, The feathered serpent god.

You told her everything about your people’s history, from living on the lands to now under the sea. You’ve also mentioned her about Namor who is a demigod who represents Ku'ku'lkán, who is also the King of Talokan. 

Tonowari had been interested on your skills of combat and other skills you may know. When he had asked about what kind of creatures you rode, you told him that you didn’t ride an animal most of the time but you would ride a Killer Orca.

You had learn about their marine life, it was much more different then the one back home. They rode animals such as a Skimswim or an Ilu, well the Skimswims were more for the Adults and the Ilus for the children or teens.

Both their children Ao’nung and Tsireya would be the ones to ask you loads and loads of questions about Talokan. If you guys had a certain ability only you could do.

That was when you told them that your singing can attract people around you, Ao’nung wanted to see but you didn’t want to it would be a good idea.

Tsireya had thought you their form of sign language, another form of communication underwater. They couldn’t talk underwater like you.

When you’d take off your mask underwater, your skin would change another color, which caused both the interest of in Tsireya and Ao’nung. When they asked you about it, you told them the whole history and the reason why your skin changes from blue to another under water.

Since they had taught their sign language, you decided to teach the Yucatec. It was easy for them to learn since they thought it was almost similar to Na’vi.

You had loved the ilus, they were very precious animals to be around. Even though you couldn’t bond with them, you still swam with them or played with them. The Skinswim were a bit aggressive but you still tried to hang around them.

Some time had passed and their was no sign of anyone on your team, no one seemed to come looking for you.

You began to loose hope, that they were not coming for you, the must have assumed you were dead since your ship exploded and their was no way you could find every piece to put it back together. 

That night you had talk to Tonowari and Ronal about your doubts, they too had also noticed that their was no sign or anyone coming for you. Since you have spent time with them and not cause any trouble, they had allowed you stay permanently. You didn’t expect them to allow you to stay, which you were glad that you had found a new home, you will miss Talokan but who knows how long you’d be able to return.  For the time being, you began to act more like them, but you still stuck to your origin. You could live underwater but you preferred to live on the surface just like the rest of the people. Every now and then you’d go for a swim without your mask. Ever since you began decided to stay, both Tonowari and Ronal had began to get closer to you. They were the ones to teach you more about their culture and other things. 

It began with gifts, handmade gift. You’d often receive either a necklace, an anklet or a headpiece. You believed they were friendly gifts but you had noticed that gifts kept coming and coming. You knew who they were from since they were always delivered to you by both Tonowari and Ronal who’d give them to you. This gestures began to make you develop feelings for the couple, but you decided to return the gesture. When you’d go to hunt for food, you’d come back with a huge catch and give it to the family, saying that you caught it and that they should eat it. Next was a bracelet that you had on, it has been in the family for generations, made with jade and the string of the plant that made your skin turn blue. You had gifted to the couple as a Thank You gift for letting you stay. You’d also notice how one of them would wear it some days. 

 That afternoon you had been in the marui of Tonowari and Ronal, they had been asking you something about how you felt and how things had been going on since your stay. You admitted that you loved being in the village, that you felt as if you had never left home. What you didn’t expect was what came next, turned out that both the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik had grown feelings towards you, this caught you by surprise since you never expected two being to fall for you. You also had grown feelings for the couple, but you knew that your feelings should never be since they’re mated for life from what you heard Tsireya mention. At first you weren’t sure if it was okay but they had mentioned that it was your choice to make, that they weren’t going to force you into anything, but you had accepted them. Afterwards they had talked with both Ao’nung and Tsireya about your new relationship, this was new to them since they’ve only ever just seen their two parents, but now you had been added. They had no problem since it was yours and their parents relationship. You had moved in to the family’s Marui the next day.

Ronal had encouraged you to wear their attire of clothing, at first you weren’t so sure since their attire was a bit different from yours. You were basically covered up while they showed almost everything, you did dress like them in way that was comfortable for you.

Just like before, Ronal likes to be the one to weave your clothes. In return you’d also make sure some things using whatever materials you could find around the beach. 

You’d weave your own clothes but added both Metkayina and Talokan cultures together, Ronal had been the one to help you make your attire. She knew that you still believed in your gods, but she also had taught you about Eywa and other things.

Tonowari had learned about your hunting skills and your hand to hand combat. He had wanted you to show him what you could do, which you did. He was impressed how someone of your size had manage to bring such a big man down.

Since then he had began to spar with you more with the excuse that you should learn more skills. But you know full we he likes it when you kick his ass.

One day he had decided to take you on a ride on the Skimswin, at first you scared since you aren’t used to flying, but it turned out to be fun feeling the air hit your face.

When you’d go for a swim, they’d also go with you or if the both can’t make it together, one will go with you. They liked to see how your blue skin into your natural skin. 

Since you’re shorter than the couple, Tonowari somewhat teases you for it. Not in a mean way but in cute way, he finds your height since. Ronal comes to the recue if Tonowari keeps teasing you. 

You had meet the Tulkun who by the looks of it, they resembled whales, but different. Turns out they were considered the Metkayina’s brothers and sisters. Back home you’d consider all marine life as your brothers and sister since you both shared the same ocean. 

You had met both Tsireya’s, Ao’nung and Tonowari’s spirit sister and brothers, along with Rao who had been pregnant at the time. 

When the Sullys had arrived, you were with Tonowari to greet them. They were caught by surprise seen someone like you living amoung them. They had asked for refuge, but both Tonowari and Ronal had a bit of an issue, since Jakesully was involved with Surface dwellers and his family was in danger.

Ronal did not want them to stay since she fears that they might bring their war here, but Jakesully was done with war, and he wanted to keep his family safe from danger.

You and Tonowari then made eye contact with Ronal, to try and come to agreement involving them staying, but Ronal looked at you a bit longer then finally agreed. 

Back at the Marui, you, Ronal and Tonowari had a talk about the new Family. She explained that she did not want their problems coming over here, but you told her that they won’t to try and ease her nerves. 

She had then decided to give them a chance to at least adapt like the rest of the people.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ⛈️😶‍🌫️

It was still the same rainy day, a Friday. I wasn't at home. Nico picked me up, we had something planned. We wanted to catch up on our missed date, but before we could do this, N. had one last match, before he finally got 2 weeks off. It was not an official, important match, it was an internal thing organized by his club. A kind of.... summerbreak party? They split their 22 players into two teams each and the winning team got an additional cash bonus/reward.

I’ve never accompanied Nico to one of his soccer matches. This was my first time. I just can't handle certain people who will show up there. He knew that and didn’t expect me to accompany him. But this time, I just went along. I had a good feeling & I wanted N. back, as it was 2 months ago. I wanted Nico to take care of our Baby, what he had planned and promised, but he should take care of me too. So I decided to do my best to get him back.

Later at the soccer stadium, Nico introduced me to Damien’s Mom. He really didn’t leave me alone for a second, until he had to join his team-mates. Nico asked D.'s Mom to take care of me, while he was on the pitch, so I wouldn’t get lost there. And yea, Damien’s Mom was very nice. We both got along well from the start. After the match she invited us to their house, which was in the same area.

Once there, I got to know Damien’s dog. I didn't even know they had a dog? So cute! 🤍

Damien mentioned a.... summer party that was going to take place later. But Nico wasn’t sure we should go to this party? We were quite far from home and the heavy rain just didn’t stop. The weather was not getting any better. In addition, some roads were now closed due to heavy rain & storm. And looks like it’s gonna be canceled anyway. That's why Damien’s Mom offered N. & me, to stay the night there. Because... we’re not gonna make it back to town tonight.

While I was traveling with Nico far away from the city, chaos broke out at home too. The weather not only caused roadblocks and floods here, but also at home some odd thigs were going on. 🧐

Daniel came back! 😱😱 He was at my parents. He talked to them. After that, he made his way home. To our apartment,  where he met Ana, just a few hours later. Ana wasn’t home when Daniel showed up. But my Mom told her. Ana couldn’t believe it! She had to see Daniel herself.  So she headed to our apartment, despite the heavy rain. As she was about to ring the door phone, she saw him & Alex right there, infront of the door. Daniel just looked silently at Ana, carrying his things with him, as if he wanted to disappear again.

Ana: Daniel!!.....I can't believe it, you are barely back, now you're just going to take off again?

Daniel: .... What are you doing here? Are you alone? Where's your sister?.. And no, I'm not leaving. I’m staying!!

Alex: We just got his stuff out of the car. He’s not going to leave, he’s moving back to his apartment.

Ana: HIS, apartment..... Okay, I understand.

Alex: Where's your sister?

Ana: Lexi, huh? 🤨

Daniel: Ana, c'mon. I know about.... Lexi. Alex told me everything. I was pretty pissed at my brother, but that's not why I left!! I mean the friendship between him and......... Lexi. 🤨

Ana: Then why did you leave? You know.... I felt a bit guilty. I think you wanted to tell me the day we went to that club, right? I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I was distracted.

Daniel: Yea.... I tried but I didn’t!! However, it wasn’t your fault, Ana. You couldn’t have stopped me anyway. At that point, I was already way too deep in that shit. But before I can explain everything, I need to talk to your sister first.

Ana: You know she filed for divorce. My Mom told you. Is that why you came back?

Daniel: I’m not getting a divorce! I love your sister! We’re married. I also know about him! That... soccer player. But.... it's okay. I-... I forgive her.

Ana: You, forgive her? You pissed off!... But you're wrong, D... You, DO NOT know everything! There is one, tiny but important detail... you still need to know about. 🤦‍♀️

Daniel: Tell me!

Ana: I can't! That's Aleksa's job.... Sorry..... Call her!

Daniel: Um.... no. I’ll wait till she gets home safely. I need to talk to her in peace without being disturbed, you know?

Ana: Yea, I get you. As long as you don’t leave, that’s okay. But I think I’ll tell her. I... I can’t keep this to myself, I just have to call my sister.

Daniel: Okay. I do not mind. I'm here.... waiting for her.

And yes, she’ll call me right away and carefully tell me.... who’s back. But he was right, she should have waited until I got back home....

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[hb-writes]

The Thick of It

Summary: Charlie Specter is in the midst of an absolutely terrific new fantasy series and she won't let anything get in the way of devouring it...well, with some minor exceptions such as the minimally required amount of sleep to stay functioning and revenge against her cold-handed brother.

Prompt (from anon): "Your hands are cold" with Charlie and Harvey <3

Characters: Harvey Specter & Charlie Specter

Warnings: some allusion to cursing, but nothing really. Pretty in love with this one, actually.

Suits (Lines to Live By) Masterlist

With a little more than two hundred pages left to the third book in her new favorite series, Charlie hadn’t found much reason to stop reading the night before. She was exhausted from a long week at school and she had a paper due on Monday that probably should have taken at least slight precedence, but it was a weekend. Time to let loose. Time for a little self care. 

That’s what she had told Harvey anyway when he returned from his date to find Charlie there on the couch in her robe and three blankets. He had scoffed at her excuse and her excessive blankets—it was a little cold out, the temperatures in the city plummeting a bit prematurely considering it was only October—but he had shifted the thermostat by a few degrees anyhow. Better to do that than to listen to her complain all weekend. 

Because Charlie had made it clear that she had no interest in leaving the house, not with the temperature where it was and the rain that was forecasted, and not considering she was in the grip of those books he had barely seen her without over the last few weeks. 

He’d amassed nothing from the titles. If someone had asked, he’d have told them his sister was reading something called The Royal House of Stone & Fire & Snowfall…or something like that. He didn’t have a clue what it was, but Charlie had told him they were fantasy novels, leaving it at that.

Falling asleep when she did, sprawled on the couch at 4:37 am, with the apartment dim and just one little lamp left on to illuminate the words on the page…well, that had been an accident. Charlie hadn’t meant to fall asleep, especially seeing as she’d made it so far—only two chapters left in the book. 

She wasn’t sure how she had even left things off where she did. She’d always had the distinct feeling that by setting down a book in the thick of it, she was just leaving the characters she had come to love steeped in crisis, leaving them suspended there in whatever terrible bit of plot the author had written them into. And Charlie had left her new favorite characters in something akin to hell since falling asleep nearly two hours before. 

She fell asleep with the sounds of a fictional battle echoing in her mind, but the apartment had been still and silent when she awoke. Still and silent and…empty? Some part of her was disappointed for giving in to her mortal needs not finishing the book already, but another distinct part of her thought maybe falling asleep had been a blessed thing seeing as Harvey was already gone, a note left on the kitchen counter explaining that he’d gone out for a run. A run that he no doubt would have dragged Charlie out on if she was awake when he’d come through. It sounded like a particularly unsavory type of hell to her—running in the freezing cold, gray skies threatening rain and preventing the sun from making any sort of noticeable rise.

Truth be told, Charlie was a little surprised Harvey hadn’t tried to wake her, hadn’t tried to convince her to join, but considering how out of it she felt now, barely functioning as she went about starting the coffee maker, Charlie thought it possible that her brother did try to wake her before giving up and determining her to be a lost cause. 

The coffee maker began brewing and Charlie shuffled back across the room, to the couch and her book, burrowing back beneath the covers and reclaiming the warmth she’d left there. She’d be done with this book within the hour and she was glad that she had the next one beside her on the coffee table…glad she’d thought ahead to get it out of the library before the weekend, but for now…Charlie dove back into battle, rejoining her friends in the thick of it.

“Do I need to get your damned ears checked?” 

Charlie didn’t even remember hearing her brother come in though Harvey’s tone suggested there’d been at least a few other questions preceding that one. Charlie thought she might have even heard a whisper of those questions, but it was hard to tell. If anything, Harvey’s voice had been on the distant periphery of Charlie’s awareness almost like the ghost of an echo or a calling from another world entirely because as far as she could tell, she wasn’t really here. Not in New York. Not in their penthouse. Not on the couch in her pajamas. Certainly not in the same space and time as her brother.

“Huh?” she asked, not bothering to pull her eyes away from the book. She didn’t need her eyes to hear him. Or her focus. And if she did those things, whatever Harvey had to say was going to have to wait because Charlie was busy, and about 97% elsewhere, with only a handful of pages left to go.

She jumped as Harvey’s hand, the one that was indeed located in the very real, very cold world that was New York, clasped down on the exposed skin at the back of her neck. Reconciling very quickly with the concepts of time and space and temperature, Charlie scrambled to push him away, still holding the book open with one hand as she grabbed at his arm.

“Stop it, Harvey. Your hands are cold!” 

Harvey chuckled as Charlie struggled, part of his savoring the warmth because his fingers were, in fact, frozen. “Are they?” he asked, releasing his grip only to settle the back of his chilled hand against her cheek. 

“Yes!” She hissed, lifting the book and using it to smack his arm. “Do it again and I’ll break your fingers.”

Harvey pulled his hand away, but Charlie still hit him again for good measure, finding she rather enjoyed the resounding thump the paperback made upon contact even if the deviation was keeping her from finishing the story.

Harvey raised an eyebrow and Charlie stilled, arm mid-swing. “You hit me with that book again and I’m chucking the goddamned thing off the balcony.”

“I’m almost done with it so whatever,” Charlie lowered her arm, finding her page once again as she settled back into the couch. “Give me three minutes to finish reading and maybe I’ll take a whack at your head next time.” 

She was about to start reading again, but Charlie turned to Harvey instead, the sickly-sweet, smug smile she’d intended on giving him falling from her face as Harvey held up the next book in the series after he snatched it from the coffee table.

“Yeah, and what about this one?” 

Charlie set her current book down, readying herself to stand. “You wouldn’t dare. Give it back or—” Harvey shrugged, fitting the book under his arm and Charlie growled.

“Harvey, give it back!”  

She reached out for the book, leaning over the back of the couch even as Harvey took a step back.

“How about you tone down the grumpy and take a nap, and I’ll think about it?”

Charlie huffed, turning away from him to resettle amongst her blankets and her book. “You’re a real jerk, you know that? A real ass—” 

Charlie shouted, quickly ducking down under the covers after the book slammed against the back of her head, the thump no longer quite as satisfying when it was her body it was making contact with. She had half a mind to go after him again, to start an all out war if that’s what he wanted, but it was a fleeting thought as she weighed her options. 

As she weighed the book in her hands and recalled that not only did Harvey have a fair bit of weight and height and strength up on her, but he also held the fourth book in the series in his hands, the longest and thickest book of the series so far. 

“Alright, alright. Truce, please,” she called out from beneath the blankets, already deciding that although she would let it go for now, Charlie would get her brother back later, whenever she finally got to the sixth book and it’s impressive 1067 pages…a verifiable tome that she had already confirmed was only available in hardcover format at the local library.

Suits (Lines to Live By) Masterlist

[vacantgodling]

#5: Forte Symphonia

From a young age you have quietly watched—as the world around you blossoms and changes, as a sturdy oak you never falter. When it came time for you to choose your destiny, you deterred from your father’s path in the spotlight, to find your place among the common folk—to see the world and all its hidden beauties. Yet, this wasn’t a terrible departure; your family has always wished you well, and it is that bond that has strengthened you from sapling to tree. Your eyes see the evil as you come into this new place, but you do not flee from it. Even if it should take the very sight you hold dear, ever as a tree, you weather.

“forte” means to play loudly. “symphonia” means symphony.

27, cis man (he/him), romance: yes, sex: yes, preference: likes both masculine and feminine

tall and lean, standing at 6’1”, with long dark black hair that reaches to his lower back. he has dark green eyes like the forest and always sports a bit of stubble. his cheekbones are very high; so sharp that it appears like they could cut you, but its offset by the soft curves of his smile. he has strong and pronounced back muscles from wielding a bow, and his fingers are long and elegant. 

RANGER, of the traditional sort (aka: mid-range bow and no fancy tricks). he was trained at pinella’s pass survivalist academy. forte received his first bow and inklings that being a ranger may be the way to go for him when he was young and began to feel the tug of chaos; enough to begin to sense when the temperamental river near his home city would flood. chaos intuition isn’t necessary to become a ranger, but it does help with hunting monsters in the labyrinth especially in the dense underbrush. he would consider himself very good at being average, though many would say he’s an incredibly skilled shot for being as young as he is.

forte is the strong and silent type; stoic, but its just because he’s an observant person. this is not to say that he’s a complete stick in the mud, nor that he’s offputting—far from it. he’s generous with his care and thoughts when someone asks him, he’s just never usually willing to offer it up first. he is quite confident in himself and well adjusted (especially compared to the rest of his team lmao) and he is level-headed, intelligent, and caring. he also values the bonds he makes more than anything else, so he is quite loyal as well.

forte is extremely close with his family, consisting of his mother soprano, father tenor, and his younger sister, melody. he writes to them regularly once he leaves home but he is glad for the distance as they can be unintentionally smothering. especially his father and sister. clear is the first person he meets at Easthollow and he finds that he’s easy to talk to and finds that he enjoys his company, though he does worry about the moments where clear seems standoffish. he also has no qualms about the rest of his team—san, he understands her plight of wanting to be recognized for their own abilities (which is in part why he left home and became a ranger in the first place—everyone assumed forte would become a bard like his father and he didn’t want to be tied to his legacy, as much as he loves him) and so he offers a listening ear and advice for her frustrations. piper he enjoys spending time with, though he definitely becomes a secondary reigner just behind saith and keevan. and deux, he thinks is sweet and kind, and he feels protective over her—in some aspects she reminds him of his own younger sister, but he won’t deny that in others he does feel a level of attraction. he’s very unaware of the “love angle” situation with him in the middle of it at least until he begins to put two and two together regarding both how clear and deux feel about him… and this leaves him in an interesting position. things kind of get decided for him in some ways before he can fully think about it.

[virtie333]

Day 15 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Children

Summary: Kids say the darndest things...

Notes: Another Modern AU. I used the names of Rey and Poe's kids from My Best Friend's Weddings, but I put them in a small town instead of the small city they were in that story.

Not gonna lie, this is one of my favorites from this series!

AO3

Poe rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily. He was so tired. It had been a super busy week at work and he had been looking forward to the weekend, but here it was eight o’clock on Friday and he was sitting in the waiting room of the only Urgent Care clinic in Jakku, trying his best to keep his three-year-old son Seth occupied while they waited for his seven-year-old daughter Leia to be seen.

Rey was sitting next to him with Leia curled up on her lap. The little girl had cut herself severely on an old saw that had been in the shed. Her arm was wrapped up tightly in a makeshift bandage and her tears were mostly dry, but she still sniffled from time to time. She had taken it upon herself to ‘borrow’ the saw and cut down a tiny little pine down by the lake shore, so she could have her own little Christmas tree in her treehouse. She knew she had been naughty, and that on top of the injury was what had made her cry. At the moment, Poe and Rey were not mad, just scared. Her discipline, Poe thought, would be getting stitches.

The facility was busy on this cold December night, and while Leia was content to sit on her mom’s lap, Seth was getting tired and bored. Poe had read to him, tried to get him to watch the TV (it was the Weather Channel; not the most exciting of viewing choices), and had taken him outside more than once to walk around until they got too cold. The desk nurse had just informed them that a doctor would be available soon.

Poe leaned over to Rey. “I’m gonna pee quick,” he whispered.

Rey nodded, but otherwise barely acknowledged him. She looked as tired as he felt.

“Come on, bud,” he told Seth. As wired as the child was, he didn’t want to leave him with Rey and his sister; Rey’s focus needed to stay on Leia at the moment. He picked his son up and headed for the door of the tiny bathroom that sat just before the hall to the exam rooms. Small towns, small waiting rooms, small medical facilities.

He put Seth down and carefully locked the door behind them; he wasn’t about to have Seth open the door while his pants were open. “Do you need to pee?” he asked his son softly, knowing there were people close on the other side of the door. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.

Seth shook his head, then proceeded to spin around in a circle. Suddenly, while Poe was about mid-stream, he stopped and stared at Poe’s cock. “Daddy, your willy is huge!” he practically shouted.

Poe grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his face heat. There was no way that hadn’t been heard in the waiting room. He finished, zipped himself up and moved to wash his hands. Seth, of course, wanted to wash his hands, too. Finally, he took a deep breath, took his son’s hand, and exited the bathroom.

Poe kept his eyes forward, intentionally not looking at anyone, but he was pretty positive a few eyes were on him. He walked over to Rey, who still sat with Leia on her lap, looking no different than when he left. Except for the tiny smile on her lips.

He sat and pulled Seth onto his lap. His son finally seemed to be getting sleepy enough to settle, and Poe happily let the boy lay against his chest. They sat silently for a while until a nurse came down from the exam rooms. “Dameron?” she asked.

Rey and Poe both stood, Rey setting Leia back on her feet, and they headed for the nurse.

But as they did so, Rey nudged Poe and said with a smile, “He’s not wrong.”

Poe’s face heated once again as more than one person laughed.