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vencuyanir [ven-COO-yah-neer]: sustain, keep alive, preserve

Summary: About to be taken away from Arvala-7, Elana only has two objectives: keeping Bean alive and getting away from the Mandalorian

Words: 132.1k (so far)

Tags: slow burn, mutual pining, enemies to friends to lovers, canon rewrite/expansion, missing scenes, character study, relationship study, worldbuilding

Rating: Teen and Up/13+

Warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, specific warnings above each chapter

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The Mandalorian’s helmet then snapped around to her, and she flinched again. “Are you its caretaker?” he asked gruffly. Elana barely managed to nod, scared out of her wits.

He was quiet for a long time, his presence alone enough to make her hold her breath. Then he walked over, and took off her cuff more gently than she would have expected from a bounty hunter.

She looked up at him, shaking in fear, the visor glaring down menacingly. A low command came from him, causing shivers to run down her back.

“Pack your things.”

Face claim for Elana: Meng Ziyi (x) (x) (x) (x)

Moodboards/Art:

(x) (x) by @adikaofmandalore

(x) by @huliabitch

(x) by @astroboots

(x) by @rysttle (commissioned by @callmekaza)

(x) by @what-the–curtains

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Dreams and Nightmares by @justahorsewithnoname

Some headcanons about Elana’s past (0.5k)

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𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Tumblr deleted my fic from the tags again so I'm linking it here.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Eddie introduces you to Black Sabbath - and who could've guessed Heavy Metal could be that romantic?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 800

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | none, just fluff and making out

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You’re My Best Friend Series

Summary: Javier and you had been best friends since Kindergarten, and you’d been secretly in love with him for years. The night before his wedding to Lorraine, you sleep together, sparking him to leave Lorraine, and you. Ten years later Javier returns home before leaving again for Cali and tries to fix the mess he left. But, passions run high and alcohol flows and you can’t resist falling back in to bed with him, the only thing you didn’t plan was ending up married to him.

This story is told in a series of Flashbacks and follows the events of Season 3 of Narcos when Javi returns to Colombia to take down the Cali Cartel.  

Moodboard made by my darling friend/amazing writer @ghostwiththemostbitch​ 

Pairing: Javier Peña x F! Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

Javi x Bestie Asks (You’re My Best Friend Universe)

How Bestie Got into Flowers

Passing Notes in Class

Javi x Bestie Questions

Questions Part 2

Rebellious

Javi & Bestie getting drunk

Watching a Sports Game

Skipping Class

Besties First Boyfriend

Getting Stuck in the Library  

Bearer of Bad News

[ series masterlist at end ]

prompt: devastating news reaches your ears from an unlikely messenger.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader

fandom: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.2k+

note: oh no it's turning into a pirate baby war criminal series.

warnings: spoilers, cursing, OC Aemond, author has a thing for pet names and making hardened men simps for their ladies. not really edited, angst, ambiguous ending because why not. ❗️major season one, episode ten spoilers

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued

"Aemond, please listen to reason, and do not go," you begged your husband as you followed him around your room; hand to your freely-swelling belly firm as if to keep the small babe in place. "Please - I wish I could explain it but I fear for this message you are to carry."

"Hey, hey," Aemond paused in his venture to ready himself for his envoy trip to the Storm Lands; turning to take your hands in his. "Is that what this is about, my sweet? You know you are the love and light of my life," he smirked broadly as if to tease you, "and no Baratheon whore is going to change that. Hmm?"

"Do not remind me of your brother's vile proposal," you sneered, rolling your eyes away from his piercing gaze. "It was disrespectful, at best!"

He chuckled a bit, tugging you in so he could hold your waist. "Come now, my sweet wife. It is just a marriage pact for an alliance. What're the odds I will actually have to marry the broad? Hey?"

"You are not free to marry," you snapped.

"I am honored for the privilege to uphold our ancestral customs. More than one wife is a Targaryen tradition, my pet."

"Aemond."

He smirked deeper, "They are but silly words, my love. Who ever Lord Borros offers will not share my bed, nor affection, but only my name."

"Our name," you reminded, "for I am still your wife. I am carrying your Targaryen child, and you will show me respect."

"Of course, darlin'," he relented with a nod. "I meant no offense."

"And she would share our home, too, is it?"

He shrugged, "Perhaps Aegon will take interest in her."

"Oh, that's cruel."

"I do not know how to satisfy you, my love. Help me out here."

"Go back and refuse your brother because you are married to me, and that is enough!"

"They are just words," he sighed, leaning his forehead to yours as his hand cradled your cheek to keep you close. "Ease yourself, my love, please. 'S not good for the babe."

You huffed lightly, "Does not mean you should carry his message to Lord Borros. Please, Aemond, it storms there all the time and that can be dangerous, do not go. Just - do not leave me alone."

"I will only be gone a single day, my love," he promised with patience, leaning in to press his lips to yours. Long gone was his teasing smirk, seeing and feeling your genuine worry for his wellbeing and deciding it was better to comfort your pregnancy-brain.

Helaena had warned Aemond that once with child, the mind kinda slips, but it is not to be held against the woman for it is just a symptom of creating life in their belly.

"Then will you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?"

"Take Kasta, please."

"Oh, my sweet girl," he chuckled now. "I cannot take your dragon, she is yours, and she still grows. She is not suited for this trip, okay? Worry not, Vhagar will protect and serve me well."

You sighed sadly, "Well, when you've an answer for everything, 'tis a bit hard to be upset."

"You're just worried," he sighed, nodding in understanding. "Hear me, please, my sweet wife. There is nought a thing for you to worry over, there is nothing of concern."

"Well, what if my mother sends an envoy?"

"What if she does?"

"What will you do?"

"Out of respect only for you, I will not engage," he smirked, placating you. "I am eager to return, we might continue to celebrate our child."

"That sounds so strange, my love," you pouted lightly, making him crack a brief smile. "How am I to ensure you are safe? What if I went with you on Kasta?"

"Not a chance in all Seven Hells," he laughed, pecking your forehead twice. "Oh, I love you dearly, my pet, but I am not letting you fly into Storms End - even with a loyal beast like Kasta."

You huffed lightly, "Then take me yourself on Vhagar."

"You are the Princess," he shook his head with a whisper, "and my beloved wife - I will not risk you in any capacity."

"Fine!" You rolled your eyes, pecking his lips before finally pulling back to drop onto the bed - rubbing your swelling belly. "But what if you just didn't go? Hmm? You know?"

"No, pet. Not possible," he answered smoothly, as if he anticipated your words while continuing to ready himself. "What if you were in the Dragon Pit when I returned? So that you might see, as the first, that I am safe and well?"

You thought about it as Aemond pulled leather garb onto his body, smirking at you as he went. "Maybe..."

"Would you like to do my hair, my Princess?" He offered, holding a brush out for you. You snatched it up and grinned to yourself, easing him into a chair before starting on his locks. "Just keep it away from my face, pet. Got a long fly."

"I know how you like it," you smirked, leaning in to kiss his cheek and jaw. "Sit still please." He titled his head back to peck your lips, then settled to allow you to work.

Yet as he did, a hand was never far from you; pinching your hip or lingering near your elbow as you worked. He'd never admit it, but the Prince adore physical touch and often like to express himself through it; relying on most nonverbal communication. When you had his hair secured, you then fixed his eye patch on properly and sighed deeply to yourself, making your husband softly wonder, "What's on your mind, pretty girl?"

"I'll just miss you, I guess," you shrugged. "You truly must go?"

Helaena had also warned Aemond that pregnancy-brain can make some women clingy - though she did not experience it herself.

Prince Aemond sighed as he stood from his chair to hover over you - the damn bean stalk of a man - and held your waist tightly. "I will meet you in the Pit after," he promised. "Be there at sundown, yes?"

"Of course, my Prince," you promised in a whisper, ensuring the words were meant only for him. Trying to prove your love, you told him in High Valyrian, "I will wait for you forever, if I must. But do not make me."

He chuckled, "Oi, hey, watch it, my pretty wife. You know I can hardly resist when you get to talkin' in tongues."

You grinned against his lips, letting him pressing one, two, three more kisses in parting. "Be careful," you whispered, "and please come back to me."

"I will always do what I can to ensure that, sweet wife," he answered just as quietly, nodding sadly. "I must go..."

You sniffled, "All right. Go on, 's all right, love. Be careful in the Storm Lands, it's not named lightly."

Taking one last look at you, Aemond sighed and squeezed your hand, leaving you with his words, "Be in the Pit later."

You nodded, watching him stride towards the door, but something lurched in your stomach. "A-Aemond?" You call, jogging slightly after him. As if anticipating your movements, he turned swiftly and caught you in a tight embrace; letting his hand lock around the back of your neck to keep you steady as his nose pressed into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply to commit your scent to memory.

He sighed, petting over your hair for a moment as you both savored the feeling of one another. When ready, you pulled back with tears shining in your eyes - but willed them not to fall. You knew it was silly to worry over him for a matter such as this, but you felt sickened by his departure, and prayed for his safety.

"No matter what is to come, know that I love you deeply," he swore quietly, petting over your chin with his calloused fingertips; foreheads resting together to keep proximity. "'S all right, it'll be all right, sweetheart."

"Just come home, and I will wish for little else."

He smirked some, "Pregnancy has made you soft, my wife. 'Tis a good look on you."

"Is it?"

"I adore it," he promised with a chuckle. "Now, kiss me, my pretty girl, and I will return by nightfall."

Surging onto your toes, your arms rose to let you hold onto your husbands neck; his lips finding yours in a passionate, frenzied dance. Just before the kiss grew sloppy, Aemond pressed his lips in meaningful, hardened affection - something you physically felt.

He had to pull back or else risk being tempted into staying; petting the side of your face before turning swiftly and slipping out the door. You heard his footsteps retreat down the hall and slowly claimed a seat on your shared bed - that had only just cooled from your warm bodies finding solace and peace in the sheets from the night.

You kept yourself busy for the whole day, trying not to wonder over Aemond's adventures. You took time to sit with Helaena for a bit, visiting with the twins; answering any of the girl's questions about your pregnancy. "You've grown," she cocked her head softly, eyes set on your belly.

"Oh," you smiled a bit, nodding to the newly-crowned Queen, "yes, it seems the babe grew overnight, and only after I could tell the news."

"He's listening," Helaena nodded. "Like he knows."

You chuckled a bit, laying an affectionate hand to your belly to rub slightly. "Yes, I imagine so, sometimes. Though, between you and me," you lowered your tone to lean in, telling her, "I wager it's a girl."

"Really?" Your sister-by-law asked with intrigue. "How special!"

You hummed and nodded, going back to mindless embroidery as the twins played on the floor near your feet. As usual, the Queen stitched a new bug, but you weren't sure of your design because you continued to fall distracted, leaving your pallet a mess of tangled colorful thread. You tried to play it off, but for the rest of the day, you worried for your husband.

Whether pacing the gardens or pacing your bedchambers, you could not remain still as both your back and stomach knotted themself in stress. You could barely be spoken to the whole day, and come the evening meal, your step-mother, the Queen Regent, Alicent Hightower, was reaching for your hand. "Are you alright, dearest girl? You've barely touched your meal this evening."

You nodded stiffly, "Of course I'm alright."

She sighed knowingly, "I did not like it, either, you should know."

"What might that be, Your Grace?"

"Well, for one, Aegon sending Aemond away to parlay with the Baratheons, and offering his hand to any of his daughters."

You sighed, obediently replying, "The King can do as he pleases."

She sighed, muttering, "Not always. I told him he had no right in offering his brother's hand, but he would not hear me. What of Aemond's reaction?"

"To the Prince, Your Grace, they are but pitiful words that he does not mean," you answered, pushing a bit of stewed vegetables around your plate. "To me? They are unjustly cruel and wittingly disrespectful."

She nodded in agreement, "Worry not, dear girl, I will speak to Aegon, and we will design a new strategy for loyalty."

You half-smiled, glancing across the table to the 'King'. You knew your mother was the rightful heir but considering your position amongst the Greens, you wanted to tread as neutrally as possible. Tearing your eyes away from the boy-playing-King, you tried to focus on your meal but how could you when the sun was set in place to sink?

After asking for leave once stomaching three bites of your meal, that Alicent permitted with a soft kiss to your cheek, you stood from the table, gave a short curtsy to the King, nodding to the Queen, and turned on your heel to escape the dining quarters. When alone in your chambers, you were swift to swing a hooded cloak onto your shoulders; hiding your trademark silver locks, and slipping out of the secret passage your room hosted.

Early one night in your marriage, Aemond had shown you - and together, you were pretty sure you had only found half of the Red Keep's secret passages. Yet this was all you needed, jogging through the stronghold to pass onto the darkening street, and head for the Dragon Pit.

Upon arriving, your hair was the only confirmation guards needed to let you pass, and when you got there, Aemond had yet to arrive. With worry, you paced by your dragon's keep and Kasta watched you with curiosity burning in her eyes. She huffed a few times, making you pause to nuzzle her snout - but she grew larger by the day, and it was harder to offer her affectionate cuddles.

She wasn't the size of Vhagar, but something akin to Meleys, or the Red Queen, that had last been seen when smashing the Dragon Pit to shit during Aegon's coronation. The only reason you were bitter about it all was because, for one, you did not think of it, and two, Princess Rhaenys did not take out Alicent and the Greens when she had the chance. You worried not for yourself, for fire cannot kill a dragon, but when the Princess only turned the Red Queen away and soared out of the closing-Pit, you couldn't help but feel mildly disappointed.

Kasta heard it before you did, but a moment after the large, emerald green dragon picked her head up in alarm, you heard the echoing roar of Vhagar returning. Kasta cocked her head and snorted as she stood to her feet, taking only three steps so she stood completely over you protectively.

"It's Vhagar and Aemond, my love," you spoke softly in your Mother's Tongue. "Not to worry."

But the dragon did not back down, and in fact, let steam billow out of her nostrils. Being one of the larger beasts, your dragon was housed with Vhagar and Meleys, but after the Red Queen's departure, Kasta was left alone today... Making you wonder why she was overly protective in that moment.

You tried to chalk it up to you being pregnant and like Aemond, Kasta only wanted to keep you close to ensure your safety. But when your knees buckled some under the tremor of Vhagar's landing, you wondered if you were imagining things, or if the dragon's movements felt much... Shakier.

Kasta growled when you tried to move and with a squeak, you were wrapped in her heaving paw, being drug back under her stoic form. "Kasta!" You reprimanded sharply. "He's my husband, there is no - " But you gasped when Vhagar gave a mighty roar from within the Pit - sand and dirt trembling from the cracked walls from sheer vibration. Kasta raised her head when you took a step back to feel her breast at your head.

When the thundering steps of Vhagar was heard, your dragon bared her teeth in threat - and you suddenly worried for your position. It was obvious tension ran high and if your other-wise very sweet and docile dragon was riled up, you worried she could smell something alarming on Vhagar. But she kept her paw close to you in a cradle, as if to keep you at bay and under her protection.

"Aemond?" You called when you heard someone grunt and pant from down the way; the echo of the Pit proving useful in this moment.

"Love? That you?"

You tried to step out, but Kasta growled and slammed her arm in front of you to prevent your departure. "Oh, Kasta! Not now!"

But you only earned a threatening growl in return.

"What's happening?" Aemond's voice called, his body appearing at the mouth of your dragon's alcove - taking a step back when her large, emerald head whipped around to glower at him. "Is something wrong?" He asked you, cautious of the dragon growling at him. "The baby?"

"Baby's fine, but I was hoping you could tell me what was wrong," you sighed, stroking over your dragon's hide of her inner arm. "Kasta went on the defense the moment she heard Vhagar. Why would that be, husband?"

But you didn't expect Aemond to stiffen, lifting his gaze up and away from you.

"Aemond?" You wondered gently, trying to steer his attention towards you from behind your dragon's arm. "My love, are you all right? What's happened?" The term of endearment from your desperate lips made your husband flinch, turning away from you in full, and making you snap, "Aemond Targaryen, you tell me what's happened - now!"

Kasta gave a guttural growl when your temper spiked. It made your long, silver haired husband pause. When he turned to look at you again, you could see the few tears falling down his cheeks and knew it was not beads of water dripping from his still-sopping hair. Your dragon stepped out when you did, keeping her body between you both and Vhagar - something you noticed acutely.

"Did something happen with Vhagar, my love? Are you injured?" You asked as you finally approached him, but Aemond uncharacteristically flinched away from your hands as you tried to reach for him. "What's this? What's happened? Are you hurt?"

"I..." He took a breath, tears brimming in his violet eye to fall helplessly down his pale, sunken cheek. "I did not mean for it to happen, love..."

"Okay," you nodded patiently. "So, there was an accident?"

"In a way," he relented, breathing out tautly before leaning to a wall and sliding down it - the look of despair and dejection etched on his face. You slowly approached him. "When I tell you what has happened, I will lose you, too. You will leave, and I will be unable to stop you - but you've got to know how bloody sorry I am."

"Aemond," you sighed. "You're starting to frighten me, my love. What's happened? Please tell me, are you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt... But you said so long as I returned here, to you, you could not ask for anything else, right?" He asked breathlessly, watching you nod as you slowly lowered yourself beside him; facing him so you could watch his face. "Does that still stand... If I've made a terrible mistake that will effect you, too?"

You sighed, "All right. Hey," you nodded, reaching for his trembling, freezing cold hand, "you can do a lot in this lifetime, Aemond Targaryen, but very little will shake the foundation of love that we have. What has happened that's so bad, hmm?"

He whispered, "Might've... Potentially started the war..."

You sighed sadly, sat in the sand, "Oh, Aemond... C'mon, love, you were just to carry a message to Lord Baratheon."

"I know."

"So, how is it you potentially started the war? Hmm?" You shuffled closer to him, trying not to let your heart shrivel from the way he visibly recoiled. "The hell's going on? This isn't like you - we're a team, Aemond. Why're you shutting me out? See - this is in part why I wanted to go, then you'd have no need to explain anything."

He nodded mutely, taking a staggering breath in that worried you more. Aemond didn't often show regret, but here, before you now, it was obvious the young Prince was drowning in it.

"Aemond, please, you're worrying me, my love," you whispered, trying to warm his hands in yours. But still, he could not meet your eyes, and his hands were deadly limp.

"I don't know where to start," his voice crackled into a whisper.

"From the beginning, please," you nodded, readjusting slightly to better look at him. "Sweetheart, just take your time, but please, do not shut me out. I cannot help you if I do not know what plagues you."

In a broken whisper, he admitted, "Once I tell you, you won't think to call me sweetheart - or sweet anything, again. Gods," he breathed, chuckled without humor, "I did not think I would miss something so much but the idea of never hearing you call me a pet name again sends my stomach to my feet."

"My Lord husband is a sweet man," you slowly reached for his face, caressing his jaw so he looked at you, "though perhaps only I get the pleasure of bearing witness to it," you whispered in return, letting your thumb caress his skin. "I will be the judge of what name befits him, for I am the one calling him. But I will need to know what startles him so. I will need to know so I can try to help him through his grief."

He blinked a few times, but your image became blurred as emotion coated his throat, "Please, just... Do not leave me after you know."

Though Aemond might not have felt true, gut-wrenching guilt over what had become of the young Prince Luke, he feared telling you, and feared what would happen once you knew. He knew that he could not, nor would he want to, stop you from fleeing the capital. And after today, the least he could do is assist smuggling you out. The very idea made his stomach clench; where he once planned a future with you and your child, now, his mind flashed with the idea of helping you get back to your mother.

Speaking of, he was jarred into reality by your voice asking, "Did you kill my mother?"

"No," he spoke swiftly.

"Then there is little to worry over," you sighed. "Less you killed my little brothers, then, that is... Different...?" You trailed off when his head hit the wall behind him, restraining the emotion from his face as he kept his head tilted to the side in an effort to avoid you. "Aemond? Hey, look at me, please... Please, Aemond, did something happen? Has something happened to my brothers?"

His hands trembled in yours, his throat croaking, "Yes."

You had to pause, trying to keep a level head. "All right, well, is that the accident you speak of?"

"It is..."

"This is... The accident you caused that's potentially started the war?"

"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"Answer me, Aemond, please. Is this the accident you speak of that has caused the start of the war? Speak plainly."

Your husband paused to swallow thickly, finally admitting, "Yes. I-It is, my love."

You let out a staggering breath that refused to ease itself. You felt panic overwhelming your chest as worst case scenarios played themselves out in your mind, vaguely feeling Aemond reaching for you as panic took over. His words were muffled seemingly beneath water, leaving you staggering for rational thought and breath. Yet none would come to you - could come to you. Your husband had managed control of your weeping form, turning to switch places; leaving you pressed to the wall as he tried to coach you through your interrupted-breathing.

When the initial shock wore off, your hands were gripping his biceps tightly, demanding, "What happened? What did you do? Please, please, Aemond, you're the - you're the only one. The only one who knows the truth. Please, tell me in full, and tell me in truth - what happened to my brothers?"

He nodded, whispering, "It's not going to be easy to hear, my love."

"I need to," you argued, tugging the sleeve of his squeaky-wet leather jerkin. "Tell me, please, I deserve to know. W-What has become of my baby brothers, Aemond? Please tell me! I have a right!"

He nodded, eye tinged red from emotion, admitting, "I arrived in Storms End before your mother's envoy. I brought the King's words but then came reports of another dragon heading in our direction... So, we waited," he swallowed thickly.

"Who was it? Who did my mother send?"

He sighed, "Luke."

"Gods," you whispered, nodding as you sniffled. "So, Luke arrives, and what?"

"I let my anger get the best of me, pet..."

= Storms End // hours prior =

"Where's the bloody Maester!?" Lord Borros demanded, glaring to his court as a man bowed and rushed away to retrieve the one man who could read Rhaenyra's letter.

Aemond did not lift his murderous gaze from Prince Luke's form, making the 14-year-old boy wrap his fist around the hilt of his sword. The Maester jogged into the courtroom, and yet, the Prince did not lift his violet eye from the boy; standing curiously beside a woman with dark hair - assuring the Prince this was one of Borros Baratheon's daughters. Luke found this curious, knowing Aemond was married to his white-haired sister... So, why was he found in low conversation with the pretty Lady Baratheon?

The Maester read the Black Queen Rhaenyra's words, glancing at Luke, before bending at the waist to mutter to Lord Borros the letter's contents. When the words registered, the Baratheon Lord was snarling, "'Remind' me of my father's oath." Thunder rumbled around them. "King Aegon at least came with an offer: my swords and banners for a marriage pact." He looked pointedly to Aemond and his daughter, making Prince Luke's jaw clench. The Lord leaned forward on his 'throne', snarling, "If I do as your mother bids..." His head turned to regard the remaining three daughters left lined up, "Which one of my daughters will you wed... Boy?"

"My Lord... I am not free to marry. I am already betrothed, and by all accounts, Prince Aemond is married to my sister, the Princess Y/N Velaryon."

"She's a Targaryen Princess now, boy, and you should know," Aemond smirked from across the hall, "that taking more than one wife is an honored familial custom."

Borros continued before any more retaliation could be spat, noting to Luke, "So, you come with empty hands. Go home, pup. And tell your Mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes."

Aemond found the response rather poised, decently poetic.

Luke decided to take the diplomatic route and respond, "I shall take your answer to the Queen, my Lord."

Aemond smirked at the response, watching the kid turn to depart the Storm's End hall - but could not resist the confrontation, and called, "Wait..." And when Luke turned, Aemond continued, "My Lord Strong." He watched for a baited reaction, and when Luke turned with anger marring his young features, stalking forward again, Aemond could not hold his tongue any longer. "Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?"

The boy steeled his feet, understanding that he was being baited now. "I will not fight you. I came as a messenger, not a warrior."

"A fight would be little challenge," Aemond taunted. "No," he decided, lips quirked in a smirk. Then, he reached to palm his eye patch off, revealing the gleaming sapphire he used as replacement, "I want you to put out your eye." He paused a moment to stare at the boy, who looked startled from the reveal, then continuing, "As payment for mine." When Luke appeared purely startled, Aemond finished, "One will serve."

He pulled his dagger from his belt and tossed it towards the Prince; letting it clatter to the stone floor in an ominous echo.

"I would not blind you, the only curtesy I would extend on behalf of my sweet wife," Aemond spoke levelly, a clap of thunder punctuating his words. The look of fear over Luke's face was enough to make his blood sing, but still, it wasn't all he wanted, so, he told the boy after tisking his tongue, "Plan to make a gift of it to my mother."

You fucking Mama's boy, Luke raged in his head.

"No," he decided to speak instead, his voice firm in refusal despite the want to crack from pressure.

Aemond spoke over the rumblings of the storm that raged outside, "Then you are craven as well as a traitor."

"Not here!" Lord Borros demanded, seeing the challenge brew to a knew height - and fearing for the rumors surrounding the One Eyed Prince. He knew the other rumors surrounding the loss of his eye, but while many circulated, each had to do with the Princess Rhaenyra's two dark-haired sons.

The tension was nearly tangible.

Something in Aemond snapped, crackled, and popped out of his heart - sending him surging forward as he cried, "Give me your eye, or I will take it, bastard!"

He stooped expertly to snatch up his dagger, standing tall as Luke armed himself with his sword, and the Lord of Storms End rose from his chair, shouting, "Not in my hall!" Only then did Aemond come to a halt, giving Luke a real up-close look at the damage he inflicted as a small child, in defense of his brother and cousins. "The boy came as an envoy!" Borros reminded them all. "I'll not have blood shed beneath my roof. Take Prince Lucerys back to his dragon." Thunder clapped, lightning flashed. "Now."

When the four knights who escorted him into the hall moved into action, Luke sheathed his sword, offered his uncle one last stale look, and departed the hall - with another glance over his shoulder as he went. Aemond let his lips pull into a smirk, and his fingers deftly flipped his branded dagger back into its sheath at his hip.

= present // the Dragon Pit =

"All right," you sighed, sitting with Aemond beside you, hip on hip, thigh against thigh, and his arm laid over the seam of your legs and let both of yours hold his. "So, you lost your temper and threatened the boy. Hardly material that would start battles."

"I didn't get to the worst part..."

You sighed, "Does it explain the dragon's odd behavior?"

"I think," he whispered, pressing his lips over your forehead. "I don't think I can tell you more."

"You're going to have to," you sighed. "Though, by the pain it causes you, Gods, do I wish anyone else could explain it. But you know what really happened, my love. I need the truth of the matter."

"You'll get it," he promised, "I just need a moment... Where you don't hate me in full."

"Aemond," you tisked in worry. "Please stop making that assumption. I need the truth, I need the details - you're owed fair judgement. And now, unless Vhagar decides to start talking, only you can tell me. Borros won't, and I imagine the dragons are involved - or Kasta would not be so defensive."

He nodded mutely, leaning in to inhale the top of your head. "I'm truly sorry... Let me start there. A-And it wasn't my intention to hurt anyone, I only wanted t-to frighten the boy. I could not have my revenge for myself, but I wasn't satisfied in it all."

"Might I say something?"

He nodded, glancing at you once before fearing for the intensity behind your eyes. "Your eye, or lack thereof, has never once taken away from you. I know the ridicule you endured, my love, and I am truly sorry for it, and while I cannot undo years of torment and trauma, please understand that I do not find you lacking. I love you, Aemond, with or without your eye."

He sighed and let his hand drift to pull your knees in; letting you lean into his lap in an effort to be closer. "I know neither of us wanted to marry the other initially, but Gods, have I been grateful for it - for you. I need you to know that I do love you, and I am so fucking sorry."

You sighed. "All right, you're sorry, we love each other, we're on the same page. Only... You seem to know what happened, and I cannot help you yet. But for whatever it's worth, while I wish you hadn't, I understand your want for revenge. I am sorry for what my brothers did, and the price you paid."

He sighed against your forehead, "I am sorry for what I did today."

"Let me pass judgement, my love."

With a heavy sigh, Aemond delivered the final, devastating blow. "It was storming profusely - wind, rain, and thunder. The whole lot, making it terrible to see in... Luke had escaped on Arrax but he was tense, flying sporadically, and I know this because Vhagar and I pursued them. I only meant to scare him and give chase, and he was smart enough to dive for the canyons. Vhagar is too big to follow, so, we lost him for a time..."

= Storm Lands // hours prior =

Vhagar stretched her wings to their full span as she and her master flew over the canyon; both searching for the boy riding the terribly small (by comparison), paler dragon. Over the howling winds, sideways rain, and clapping thunder, Aemond called in High Valyrian, "You owe a debt! Boy!"

But there was no visibility, and soon, the thick storm clouds swallowed them whole. Aemond still looked from side to side, and perhaps, his dragon had understood his words; because in the next few moments, everything went perfectly wrong. Having used the clouds and raging storm to their advantage, Arrax and Luke had technically been in the clear, but the smaller dragon rebelled first.

Over the winds, Aemond heard Luke shouting in High Valyrian, "No, Arrax!" The next second, a blast of fire shot out from the pale dragon and seared into the neck, jaw, and face of the much larger dragon of war. The challenge was set, and Aemond heard his nephew as they flew away, "No, Arrax! Obey me!"

But Vhagar had accepted the challenge, and there was no controlling the wild beasts. Aemond felt the shift as his dragon roared with her temper flaring, understanding she meant to pursue, and begged her, "NO! No, no, no, no!" The ancient dragon turned, roaring with challenge. "NO, Vhagar! No! Serve me, Vhagar! No!"

The largest dragon known to the Targaryen world then dove off at a sharp angle, ignoring all commands her rider gave; leaving him struggling and dangling from his saddle as the storm swallowed them. In return, Arrax flew upwards with Luke; breaking through the dark clouds to reach the air above the storm, and for a brief moment, found the beauty in the bright sun above the clouds.

He looked around with heaving breath, praying to the Seven that they had evaded and gotten away from Vhagar - just seconds before the legendary beast was breaking out from the storm clouds to cut at another angle. When she did, she was in line with Arrax, and just as the young Prince Luke gave a shriek of fright, the pursing dragon had opened her jaws and swiftly chomped over the entire body of Arrax.

"VHAGAR!" Aemond's voice cracked with pure panic, feeling powerless on his dragon-mount. "No! No!" He muttered between clenched teeth when the truth of reality settled over him. Vhagar gave another bellow into the air, rightening her wings, and letting Aemond glance over her shoulder to spy the last bloody bits of Arrax' wings and tail-tip falling to the ground below.

As his head turned forward, Aemond's eye began to blink rapidly to restrain his immediate panic - fearing for the repercussions of his dragon, and how his loss of control was sure to be his fault.

= present // the Dragon Pit =

Your lungs protested for air as your heart felt like it was snapping in two, body numb as you could not believe the words that reached your ears. You had doubled over to cry into your pulled-in knees, sobbing helplessly as you rocked slightly to try and keep blood pumping. Your mind refused to accept your baby brother was dead and gone, but your mind screamed that your husband had killed him.

Yet you couldn't feel yourself anymore.

All you could understand was pain. Suffocating confusion.

And then, outrage set in.

"Why?" You demanded through your tears. "Why? Why would you fucking do this, Aemond? Oh, my God - what were you thinking!?"

"I do not know," he mourned quietly. "I am so sorry."

"He was a child," you wept, shaking there after when realization sunk in. "O-Oh, my God, I-I'm pregnant - t-the-they will - they will seek revenge through o-our children. Aemond, for all the Gods, wh-what have you done? What has Vhagar done?"

"The worst we can imagine," he admitted, tears streaming down his cheek. "I cannot express my guilt, my wife."

"For what?" You couldn't help but snap. "Because you fear for the rift it will put between us, or because you are truly sorry for the loss of your own nephew?"

Aemond nodded, whispering, "What if it is both?"

You whined and dropped your head back to your knees and arms. Kasta was heard growling when your sobs reached her, but she did not dare move from between you and Vhagar. It was like she could smell Luke's blood on Vhagar's lips and teeth, and she wanted to protect you from the discovery.

But you had begged Aemond to tell you the truth. You wanted to know... He warned you of the pain, and you still pushed.

And now you were left with the knowledge that your husband's dragon had eaten your baby brother. Luke: sweet, sweet Luke who could do no real harm - barring his adrenaline rush years ago when he used his brother's dagger to slash Aemond's eye out.

Barring that, and he was the sweetest boy who could do no harm!

You were confused and mortified, outraged, sad, overwhelmed, but so fucking regretful. Regret for not being there for him longer, and then guilt for leaving your little brothers. Never had you wanted the burden your mother bore, and luckily, after your marriage to Aemond, she focused 100% of her energy into grooming Jace as her heir.

And Luke was to be heir of Driftmark, the next (legitimate) Lord of the Tides! He was to learn to command a ship and once the Sea Snake was able, he'd learn the ways of the seas from the very best. He was a child who had his whole life ahead of him, leaving behind an older sister, unborn niece-or-nephew, young fiancé, older brother... Loving mother, devoted step-father.

All of whom would be devastated by this news.

How cruel this world was, and how cruel the Gods could be.

"Please," Aemond begged softly.

"What am I to do, Aemond?" You demanded, staring back at him with a range of emotion playing across your face. "My baby brother, Aemond, what am I to do?"

He shook his head, offering, "If you wish to leave, I will not stop you. I understand how this must make you feel and I would help you and Kasta get out best I can - "

"Aemond?" You snapped. "Am I to understand that you are to be away with me?"

He shook his head slightly, "Why would you stay?"

You scoffed, "Does my loyalty to you mean nothing? Why do you think I did not join Princess Rhaenys when she escaped? And stood on that fucking platform beside you, while they crowned your traitorous brother? Do you think so little of me?"

"But this is different," he argued, ignoring your insult.

"It is! It's much different! And I am devastated, heartbroken, and I would think my husband would want to support me - "

"Do you even want me, anymore?" He asked, brows crinkled as he wore desperation well.

"I am bound to you for life, I took vows... Whether I like it or not, my place has been, and is now, at your side. Your brother would sooner see me dead if I were to flee now - "

"I would never let him hurt you," Aemond insisted, letting his hand hold your cheek securely. "Should you wish to return to your mother's side, I understand, and at the least, I can make sure you get out of the city."

You let your lips roll between your teeth to bite for a moment, then spoke softly as you reached up to hold his wrist, "I am unsure what to feel or do. In a perfect world, what would you see us do now?"

"I never would've taken Vhagar out after Luke," he spoke, "so that we never would have to be here."

"Well, we cannot change the fact that your dragon disobeyed you, right?" He nodded stiffly. "You did not have control, did you?"

"I swear to all the Gods - Old and New - that I did not have control and that I tried to stop her best I could. Both Arrax and Vhagar broke free of our control, did their own bidding. Arrax only wanted to protect his master, and so did Vhagar after the fire..."

"So," you sniffled, eyes red and puffy to slowly pull his hand down to hold in his lap, "we can place no real blame on you... Save for your foolish and fucking childish pursuit that started all of it," you sighed, leaning back into the wall and closing your eyes. "Your dragon ate my brother, Aemond."

"I know..."

"She... Ate him," you repeated, knowing the words stung but for a moment, you wanted him to hurt as you did. "There is no body for us to burn! Nothing for us to mourn!"

"I know," he whispered again, leaning back to the wall beside you.

"What am I to do?" You begged, tears falling helplessly. "If I leave you now or ever, I will be a traitor to you and your family, but if I weren't to return to my mother's side, I would be branded a traitor to her and her allies. Please, Aemond. I don't know what to do."

He sighed, sniffling, "I do not know... But should you choose to stay, I promise not to abandon you. I wouldn't ever leave your side, I would be the husband who deserves a wife like you. It would be my duty to make sure your life is easier as you bring life into this world."

You nodded as you wrapped an arm around your swelling belly, "I'd really like for our kid to know their father."

Aemond sighed, pausing for a moment before admitting, "I'd like our child to know our love - not the deception my mother and brother show their spouses."

You nodded, leaning into his shoulder, "I'd like that, too."

"I need to ask the impossible of you, my love," he whispered into the top of your head. "And know that I am sorry for the pain it will cause."

You sighed in defeat and snipped, "Just ask it."

"Would you... Would you please stay?"

The silence almost echoed around you both; his question hanging in the air only to be punctuated by a warning growl from Kasta, watching a shifting Vhagar move for her alcove with the intention of rest. Your eyes flashed in the bright torchlight, and Aemond watched as tears filled them to slide silently down your cheeks. Then he turned his head, and caught sight of a splatter of blood on his dragon's lips, chin, and chest. The silence prolonged around her thundering steps.

•

[ in chronological order: When Pride Married Prejudice // WPMP part two // Petitions // Distraction // The Inky Green Council // Bearer of Bad News ]

Part 2 now up!

Oooh, yes yes I know exactly what I want to write for these lovely Anon prompts! (edit: oh yeah, Aemond popped off in this one...I was expecting to be writing harsh words, and maybe threatening...but nah he uh kills them)

Aemond x wife!reader | crude language | protective Aemond | violence

Moonlight washed over your face, the cool night breeze rustling your skirts as you snuck outside the Keep walls. You knew he waited for you, just below the descending stone steps in front of you, awash in silver light.

You saw a figure in a cloak, hooded and tall, lithe of frame, waiting for you, his hand on the banister as he turned toward the sound of your hurrying feet. "Y/N." Your name on his tongue like honey as your husband extended his arm for you to take. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost leaving our rooms."

"Aemond." You chided. "That's only happened once, and I had Aegon as my escort, we were both thoroughly in our cups."

"Mmhmm." He guided you swiftly down the remaining stairs, out into the open streets of King's Landing, the Red Keep a looming fortress at your backs. "You were undetected?"

"I had to navigate around some guardsmen, but yes. No one knows we're sneaking off to the fire festival." You looked up at him from under your own hood. "Why are we sneaking, Aemond?"

"Anonymity is half the fun." He mused, squeezing your arm briefly. "I'd rather enjoy the festivities with my lady without peasantry taking notice of our presence."

Firelight up ahead caught your eye. As the two of you strode forward the quiet darkened streets gave way to raucous revelry. Small folk laughing and cheering as fire dancers whirled and spat flame. There was an open pavilion with a makeshift stage whereon actors flounced about in comedic costumes. Bussers carrying platters of drink and food navigated their way through the chattering crowd. The smell of baked goods and sweet delicacies teased your nostrils as you inhaled, sharing a smile with Aemond.

Aemond did not release his grip on you the whole time you indulged in as many festival activities as you could. At all times he had a hand gripping your cloak fabric or tangled his fingers with your own. More often than not, he would watch your face rather than the performances of the acrobats and fire eaters. You would be gazing at them open mouthed in wonder at their skill, then your eyes would flick to Aemond's face, and he would be studying your expression with a soft half-smile upon his curved lips, the firelight reflecting in his lilac eye.

As the night wore on, your feet began to ache despite the support of your leather boots. You were loath to leave, even as the crowd began thinning and the booths of food slowly turned in their wares.

A group of men, huddled together near a mossy stone wall, caught your attention as one of them said Aemond's name in a gruff voice. His fellows erupted into laughter at whatever he'd just said about your husband, and your fists curled into instinctive fists. Aemond's hand at your waist indicated he heard it too, and you glanced up to see he was staring at ground, his lips firmly pressed together as he concentrated on overhearing their conversation.

You both didn't have to strain your ears overmuch as the next words were clear to be heard, spoken in a deep drunken drawl. "He's lucky to have landed a lady like her."

His friends grunted in agreement.

Another man spoke up in a reedy voice. "Landed?" He scoffed. "Bedded is more like. What I wouldn't give to get a piece of her."

You noticed Aemond had stilled so completely, he had stopped breathing as his narrowed eye flitted to the huddle of men.

"Man like that Aemond Targaryen. Missing an eye and all that and still gets between the legs of something like her." A rail-thin man took a derisive swig from a bottle. "I would give her a good fucking and she'd be able to stomach my face."

"Get bent Tarful." His companion growled, pushing the thin man on the shoulder. "I'd love me the chance to put a bastard in her belly though."

"Aemond no!" You hissed, grabbing onto your husband's cloak but to no avail. The fabric was wrenched from your grip as Aemond strode forward, throwing back the hood of his cloak as he unsheathed his sword.

There were three of them, inebriated as they were, and only one of Aemond. You crouched to the ground, feeling around for a loose stone, anything that could be used as a weapon should the need arise.

The men didn't take note of Aemond's presence until he was almost upon them.

"What the shit?"

"Who the-"

"Oh, hells take me."

Horrified recognition slid across their faces as they took in the sight of Aemond's livid face. The prince stood rigid, a hand behind his taut back as he pressed the point of his sword into the eldest man's throat.

"You dare speak of my wife in such a manner." Aemond could barely speak for the overwhelming rage constricting his throat. "You dare have such vile thoughts about her."

His long silver hair shone under the moon, cascading down his back and over his shoulders, his violet eye aflame, clearly indicating who he was even to the drunken men before him.

The reedy man reached for a small dagger at his belt, drawing it and stepping toward the enraged prince.

"Foolish." Aemond seethed, barely glancing at him as his sword flashed in a blur of movement.

A spray of blood, the man crumpled. You gasped, looking away as you covered your mouth.

"Y/N. Leave." Aemond commanded, his tone still hard and imperious. "Head back to the Keep. I will catch up with you."

"Aemond..."

"Go!"

You scrambled upright, running across the deserted courtyard, only glancing back once to see the remaining two men cowering before the Targaryen prince, his long sword still extended, now dripping red.

Few others were still in the streets, and they paid you no mind as you hurried away, back up the hill to the Red Keep. Your stomach twisted with the memory of those men's violating words, and the sound of that body hitting the cobblestones with dull finality.

Aemond was gentle and kind when he was with you. You almost forgot he had the blood of Old Valyria coursing hot through his veins. His fury scared you as much as it thrilled you. You had never before seen this side of your husband. Now you understood a little better why the Targaryens were so feared and respected, the words of their family running through your mind.

Fire and blood.

Thunder ⛈

Javier Peña x Reader

Summary: A huge storm rocks Bogota, knocking out the power. Javi has his hands full trying to soothe his frightened wife, but his patience is pretty thin, and it leads to more than she expected.

Warnings: Rough!Javi, rough sex with a timid inexperienced reader. Biting, hair pulling, Think of THAT scene in season 2...you know what I mean👀👀. Mentions of a controlling Parental figure, self doubt. VERY outdated thoughts on being a wife/women. Also age gap kinda.

Word count: 5.5k+.....i know. I write way too much.

A.N.: So this is part one of two, and I was almost going to make this as an OFC, but then I'd have to rewrite the whole thing and...no. But I am planning on turning this into a series, starting with how the two of them met, because let's face it...how the hell is Javi with a girl like this?

As the lights flickered at the Embassy, Javier realized he should have listened to you this morning. You warned him the weather was going to be bad today, but he didn't want to listen. You were standing by the open sliding glass door to the balcony, coffee in hand, watching the sun rise over Bogota. He had just stepped out of the bathroom, towl around his waist, hair still dripping from his shower, yawning, as he rounded the corner and saw you. You were awash in a pinkish golden light as you watched the horizon, making him stop in his tracks, taking you in. He quietly came to your side and placed a kiss to the top of your head, before heading into the kitchenette to grab a cup of coffee for himself.

"Come home early tonight, Javi." You had told him sternly.

He sighed, annoyed, as he put the carafe down a little harder than he ment to. "Why?" He grumbled

"The sky, look at it." He came back to your side, to see the clouds were a mix of firey oranges and blood reds. He looked back to you, a slightly perplexed look on his face, he always doubted your superstitions.

"What about it? Does that mean 'Bad Luck' where your from?" He asked, rubbing his sleepy face.

"Not exactly," you said softly, eyes fixed to the sky,"Bad weather. When the sky would turn this red in the morning we would always bring the goats inside."

He shook his head and mumbled about you being a 'Hillbilly' before walking away from you.

"Hillbilly?" You asked, eyes narrowed as you watched him return to the kitchen,"What does that mean?"

"The news said it's only going to rain today." He said matter of factly, ignoreing your question."You always think too much."

You only frowned at him, brows furrowed,"What do they know?"

Now, at quarter to 4, he was grabbing his keys and putting on his coat. Ready to bolt out of the Embassy, curseing to himself for not listening to you. Knowing he was going to be chewed out completely by you, knowing you were alone, at home, scared.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Murphy asked as he watched him gather his things.

"Home, if the powers flickering here than the power in our building is definitely out. I'm not leaving my Wife home alone in this."

"This?" Murphy scoffed," It's barely even drizzling-" he was cut off when the power went out for a second, only to return.

Javi only shook his head, and headed out.

Murphy gave up, and shrugged," Well God Speed...fucking jackass." He mumbled as he returned to his work.

Stepping outside the sky was only overcast above him, a slight drizzle falling through the humid air, granting little relief from the soup thick heat, but off in the distance a thick line of night black clouds crept closer to the city. Deep rumbles of thunder rolled through the air, the storm closing in. You were right, it was going to be bad.

By the time he made it to his block the rain had started coming down in sheets, the streetlights on the block were out, and the windows of the building were all black. He was soaked to the bone as he entered the apartment. The whole space was bathed in a warm glow, your massive collection of prayer candles the only source of light, every flat surface covered in them. He made a note to scold you on the obvious fire hazard this posed, but he was more concerned with finding you in the dim light. He called out to you, locking every lock on the door. The sound of the bedroom door opening got his attention just as you poked your head out.

"Javi?" You sniffled.

He made his way over to you, pulling you to him, not caring that he was drenched "Are you alright?" You nodded and squeezed him, dampening your clothes.

"I just....the thunder...I don't like the thunder. And then the lights went out, and I was alone-" A loud clap of thunder hit, making you jump, crying into his chest. He ushered you over to the couch and made you sit.

He looked around as he took off his jacket, rain water dripping onto the carpet, "This place looks like a Cathedral...or a low budget porno."

You give him a glare that he could barely see in the dim light, but he could definitely feel it. He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch, and wrapped it around you before kneeling. His forehead against yours as he stroked your thigh, whispering soft words of comfort as you tried to stop sniffleing like a child.

"Its just a little thunder," he said softly, taking your hands, trying to distract you from the clap that echoed in the air," Its nothing to be afraid of, Ok?"

You collected yourself, drawing in a few shuddering breaths and nodded. He kissed your forehead before standing up, heading to the bedroom to change out of his drenched clothes. He briefly left to check on Connie, instructing you not to answer the door for anyone but him. You didn't want him to leave you alone in the dark, with the storm pounding against the windows, but you understood. Murphy would do the same for you. You just wrapped the quilt around yourself, trying to breath through each rumble, each flash.

You focused on the words Javier said to you. Its just thunder, it can't hurt you, its just noise, but you were relieved when he called to you through the door. You quickly unlocked the door, the deadbolt, and undid the chain. As soon as he stepped through, you resecured the door, Javi even wedging a dining chair under the knob, bracing the door even further.

Connie had declined the offer he gave to stay the night in his apartment, the baby was sound asleep and she didnt want to risk moving her and waking her. He tried to debate her, when the power goes out here it brings out the worst in people; break ins, looting, ect. But she insisted she'd be okay. He gave her the same instructions; bar the door, dont answer for anyone but him or Steve.

As the day drew the two of you sat at the dining room table and he taught you a few of the card games he played as a kid while you both ate cold leftovers and he sipped his whiskey. His hand gripping your thigh whenever a loud crash of thunder made you jump. He kissed your temple, and urged you to focus on the card game in front of you. You snuck glances at him from the corner of your eye,the flickering candlelight reflecting beautifully in his deep brown eyes. You shifted in your seat whenever his attention was pulled to you. Sometimes you wonder if you'll ever get used to his stare.

You were still shy around him, you've been married about half a year, yet you still felt timid. Whenever he would reach to you in the night you would freeze. Not from fear, he never frightened you, it was just his touch was so unfamiliar to you. The feeling of another person's hand on your body was an odd feeling to get used to. You're instinct would take over, making you flinch away, goosebumps breaking out across your skin as he ran a hand up your back. His voice always soft when he asked for you. You always let him, rolling onto your back, your nightgown hitched up around your waist never coming off despite his pleading, the lights off even though he begged to see you. You tried not to make too much noise as he took you, but a breathy moan always left you anyway, making you feel embarrassed.

It took a lot of coaxing from him to get you to be on top, that was only a week ago. You could hear the yearning in his voice. Looking over your shoulder to him, his brown eyes sad. You wanted to say no, that's not how you've been taught to act. But he had a rough week, and he was your husband, you were taught to do as he said. He kept the lights off, your nightgown on, you tried not to make any sounds. But, then he started guiding your hips, making you move in a way you never had before, feeling somthing familiar, your small bundle of nerves grinding against him, makeing you let out an unexpected groan. He half laughed at the sound, urged you on, told you to keep going, how well you were doing. Soon you're head was thrown back as you began to moan and you suddenly didn't mind how hard he thrusted into you. How hard he grabbed your hips, how his hands were everywhere. You weren't sure if you were suppose to enjoy it, but you did. Your mother always told you to lay on your back, and wait till it was over. But it was hard to hold on to that bit of wisdom when he was groaning under you. Now you lay in the dark every night since then, refusing his touch. You layed awake confused, guilt laying heavy on your chest, makeing your stomach ache.

As day drew to evening, you both decied to sleep on the living room floor. You made a nest of sorts out of blankets and pillows next to the couch while he blew out the candles. He agreed to leave one lit on the coffee table, but only until you fell asleep. He had stripped down to just his boxers, and you were in your thinnest nightgown.

"You could just sleep naked." Javi suggested as he laid down. You looked at him, shocked."I'm just kidding." He quickly added, before rolling his eyes.

The thunder was relentless, growing louder, shaking the windows with each roll. Each clap of thunder made you squirm, each violent flash of lightning making you whimper. He rubbed your side, giving you sleepy words of comfort, his hands occasionally dipping down to tease your breast, which you would smack away. He turned with a huff and blew out the candle, ready to sleep. His back was facing you as you lied awake. The thunder echoing through the city, the rain pounding on the windows. A flash lit up the whole room with bright white light, followed immediately with a clap of thunder that shook the building. You cried and flipped over, wrapping your arms around his torso, face buried into his back

He let out a frustrated sigh as he turned to you, this was going to be a long night. He pulled you close, kissing you in between his soft words, stroking your hair as you sniffled. His hand dipped down to your ass, grabbing a handful. You almost slapped his hands away, but the feel of him against you, his lips all over your face and neck made you feel warm, his voice deep and low lulled you into a state of hazy dreaminess.

You gently turned away from him, your back flush against him. His hands continued their groping, his big hands firmly rubbing your hips and side as he kissed your shoulder. You felt heat pool between your legs, shuddering at the feeling, slowly rubbing your thighs together, mindlessly trying to relieve the growing tension. His hands grabbed your hips as he let out a harsh groan in your ear. You felt him begin to stir as your ass had inadvertently started to grind against his growing cock. His hand left your hip and grabbed your chin making you look at him. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could tell his face had grown stern.

"So, you just want some attention then?" He growled,"hm?"

You could only bite your lip, and grind back into him again. Causing him to let out a shaky breath. His grip on your chin grew firmer.

"You're pushing it." He whispered harshly against your ear. You sighed, your eyes fluttering shut. "Or do you like this? Hm?" He let go of your face and pulled the skirt of your nightgown up, dipping his hand into your underwear he let out a harsh breath as he teased your folds, finding you wet. His other hand wound through your hair, giving it a firm tug,"You like this?" He breathed as he slowly circled your clit, you let out a whimpering moan.

"Javier." You sighed as he pulled your panties down tossing them, he frantically pulled down his boxers kicking them off.

"Yeah Baby? What do you want?" He whispered in your ear before placing sloppy kisses on your neck making you groan, his hand teasing your top thigh.

"Javi..." you gasped as he tugged your hair harder,"You, please, mi Vida. Please."

He hooked your leg over his thigh as he took himself in hand, and you let out a shaky breath as you felt him tease your entrance.You could only gasp as he slowly pushed in, hissing in your ear as you were left breathless from the stretch. He let out a deep rumbling grunt as he pushed all the way into you.

"So tight Hermosa." He spat in your ear as you could only wimper from the feel of him,"so wet," he shuddered as he slowly, almost torturous in his movement pulled out," wet for me? Hm?" He teased, pulling all the way from your core before slamming back into you. Makeing you whine,"huh?" He teased softly,"dripping just for me?"

You found your voice and gasped out,"Yes, yes, yes. For you."

He groaned into your neck, kissing it lazily and he began to piston into you, holding you tightly, rocking into you relentlessly, grunting as you could only gasp as the head of his cock struck that place inside that you had only recently discovered. It was enough to make you whine, to cry, but it wasnt enough to make you feel that blissful feeling. You needed more for that, and he knew it. He knew how to get you there, but his fingers were too busy gripping your hair, holding your thigh in place, to touch that special part of you that ached so badly right now. He was too busy, chasing his own pleasure to pay you any mind.

You reached back to him with a sob, your nails digging into his arm.

"Javi! Please! I-"

He slowed, taking in a sharp breath right by your ear, "What? What does my needy little Princessa need, hm?" He almost sounded like he was mocking you. Thunder rolled once more as you both lay still, he was impatiently waiting for you to speak. You lost your voice as you looked over your shoulder to him, lightning streaking across the sky, lighting his face for brief seconds, making him look near monstrous as he scowled at you, teeth bared, his chest rising and falling from him sharp breaths. He yanked your hair harder, makeing you wimper,"What-" he growled, thrusting into you,"Do-" you wimpered,"You-" he hit that spot again,"Need?" You shook.

You found your voice,"Touch me."

"I am touching you." He grinned.

"Javi, please don't-" you were cut off with a gasp as he pulled out of you, releasing his grip from you as he moved onto his knees. Sighing you rolled over to your back, running a shaking hand over your face as you fought to catch your breath. His chest heaved as he breathed harshly through his nose. His eyes glaring down at you in the dark. Another roll of thunder echoed through the city as you sat up on your elbows, "Javi?"

He grabbed your arm and pulled you up on your knees, pulling you flush against him. You instinctively reached up to him to find your balance, wrapping your arms around his neck. He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, his nose brushing yours, his breath against your skin. He grabbed your ass firmly, before kissing you, gently at first, his tounge teasing your lips open. You allowed your lips to open for him with a sigh that quickly turned into a sharp cry as he bit into your bottom lip. His short nails digging into your ass as he licked where his teeth had pierced your tender lip. You almost pushed him away, but he attached his lips to your neck, kissing, biting then licking away the pain. His hands under your nightgown working it off of you, pulling away from you just enough to remove it, tossing it to the side before he latched onto your breast.

Thunder cracked though the air again as you whined, your eyes squeezed shut. You weren't sure what you were feeling; pain, pleasure, fear, no matter what you were still dripping as he bit your nipple. Thick fingers ghosting down your belly until they reached where you ached the most. Your nails dug into his shaggy hair as he teased your slit, fingers circling your clit as you gasped. Your thighs shaking as you finally felt some relief. Sighing his name, head lolling to the side, as you felt the approach of that feeling that had long been forbidden for you to feel. Then suddenly, it was gone.

"Javi!" You nearly cried, why was he being so cruel to you tonight? He sat up fully meeting your eyes, gripping your face with a strong hand. Lightning lit up the room, his face was almost unmoved by you're shocked expression. You grabbed onto his wrist,"Javi?"

He loosened his grip, and in one quick movement, he moved aside, gripped your hair, and shoved you down onto your stomach. The air was almost knocked out of you as you landed on the carpet, you scrambled to get up but he only held you down firmer, looking over your shoulder at him. He maneuvered behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling them up until you were on your elbows and knees.

You swallowed hard, your eyes wide, body going cold as he glared down at you. You wanted to sit up, tell him not to take you this way. But then a flash lit the room, and you saw the way he gazed down at you, how his eyes were filled with lust for you, the look of desperation on his face as his took himself in his hand. He shook his head subtlety as he looked at the state of you, finally, finally spread out in front of him. The way he always wanted to see you. Any fear you felt was suddenly replaced with searing heat, your core aching, clenching on nothing as you began to push back against him, wanting to feel him inside you. Needing it. With a sharp breath from him he pushed into you, and he waisted no time, his hips snapping against you as he thrusted into your slick walls.

You're eyes were squeezed shut as you mewed for him. It never felt like this, the pressure from his cock hitting in such a different way, you couldn't stop your whimpers, you used the Lord's name in vain without a care, you swore, making him groan at the vulgar words that spilled from your mouth. Never have you felt this way, behaved so wantonly, you begged for more, harder. And he gave it to you. You lost all control as he pulled you up against him, bracing one arm across your breast, holding you in place as he groaned and bit into your neck and shoulder. His other hand snaking down and circling your bundle of nerves that has been so neglected. You cry,and writh against him, his name a chant as you felt that ungodly yet blissful feeling approach. You screamed, not caring that the thunder didn't cover it, not caring if the neighbors heard, didn't even care if God himself heard. You were in the throws and nothing mattered except for Javier's talented fingers and his harsh groans in your ear as he neared his own release. He followed soon after, right after you buckled against him. He let you crumble back to your hands and knees, forehead against the ground as he continued, hips stuttering as he groaned through it. Until his breath hitched with a swear and his hot seed filled you. He breathed out a few more swears until he shakily pulled out of you, collapsing onto his side as you slowly melted onto the floor, ebbing in and out of consciousness, wimpering as you began to throb.

The last thing you remember was his shaking fingers pushing your hair to the side. The whispering of your name, his lips against your face. Your eyelids softly closed and you found your rest, the thunder faint, the rain a mere tap against the windows, calm settled over the city as you fell into sleep.

***

The sun rose, the unbearable humidity had broke and a cool breeze followed in the wake of the storm. The curtains gently swaying from the morning air flowing through the open windows. Javier groaned as he stretched, his back sore from sleeping on the floor, limbs tangled in the nest of blankets. As soon as he opened his eyes he knew he over slept. The sun was high in the morning sky. He bolted up, and found you seated on the couch in one of his t shirts holding the leaf of one of your aloe plants in your hand.

"Steve stopped by, he said don't come in." You said, your voice sleepy and raspy. "The first floor of the Embassy flooded, no work until its cleaned up."

He sighed and rubbed his face.

"Powers still out?" He asked groggily.

"Yes," you answered, he grumbled and you rolled your eyes. "You'll be fine." You tutted. He turned his head and shot you a look. You only shrugged and continued rubbing your aloe plant on your skinned knees.

He watched you as you winced, guilt hanging over him as he looked at you. Your lip was swollen, neck bruised, elbows and knees rashed with rug burn. He could only imagine the bruises he left behind on your hips. He cleared his throat.

"You okay?" He tentatively asked.

You froze as you thought, looking to him his brown eyes were wide and sad, but then again they were always sad. You turned away from him and nodded. Not wanting to have this conversation, not right now. But he came over to you anyway, kneeling in front of you, taking your hand.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, kissing your fingers" I dont know what came over me last night, I never..." he brushed his thumb over your bruised lip," I cant believe I...I'll never do that again. I promise." He said sincerely.

You swallowed hard, not wanting to look at him. Your eyes were dry and puffy from the crying you did the day before, but still they they stung with the threat of tears.

"Mi vida, please, talk to me, are you ok?"

"I'm ok, Javi,"you said quietly," I'm just...confused."

He rested his chin on top of your knee, his hands moving down to your calves, fingertips brushing over your skin.

"Confused about what, hermosa?"

You gingerly traced the cooling plant against your scuffed elbow, so many thoughts bouncing around your head.

"I dont know." You finally breathed.

"Yes you do, just tell me."

You took a deep breath.

"It's just...last night you were so...rough. So mean. You hurt me, Javi."

"I'm sorry," he said kissing your knee, "I swear, I will never do that again. Everything will be your call, how you want it-"

"I liked it." You breathed, your face burning, before looking away.

He blinked and asked you to repeat yourself because there was no way he heard you right.

"I liked it, Javi. I know I shouldn't, but I did. I liked it."

He sat back, eyes wide as he looked up at you. He nodded trying to comprehend what you said, not even knowing how to respond. His prudish, proper, Church every Sunday, Confession every Wednesday, and Saturday night Mass, makes him leave the room when you change, wont kiss in public wife just admitted she liked being thrown around like a rag doll. He felt himself begin to stir, and given his state of undress there was no way to hide it.

"What do you mean 'You shouldn't'? Shouldn't what?"

You paused, trying to collect your thoughts.

"You know what I mean." You hung your head low.

He was quiet for a moment, brows furrowed trying to find the right thing to tell you.

"Mi vida," he said softly,"enjoying...sex with me doesn't make you a bad person."

"Then why do I feel this way? Why do I always feel like I'm doing something wrong?"

He kept his mouth shut. He wanted to go on a rant; about your crazy mother, how she had you brainwashed, how he loves you. He only took a deep breath and cleared his throat. He told you to look him in the eyes as he gripped your hands.

"You haven't done anything wrong. Nothing. Nothing you have done is wrong." He said firmly, hoping it would finally sink it,"Its okay to want this." He tucked your hair behind your ear as you looked away again. He tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes."look at me, I need you to understand its ok to want this."

You nod, you want it to sink in, listen to him, but you still doubted. You just want the conversation to end.

"So," Javi began after a few moments of silence,"Does this mean...we can start having sex with the lights on?" He asked, half joking while palming your thighs.

You pulled your legs underneath you.

"I dont know."

He grinned up at you," Yes you do." He said as he sat up his nose brushing your cheek. You fought a smile as his mustache tickled you, his lips peppering kisses along your jaw making his way to the spot below your ear that makes you squirm.

"Javi..." you shudder,"I'm still sore."

He kissed your lips tenderly,minding your bruises.

"I know, Baby," he cooed,"let me make you feel better."

You blinked," I already took an asprin."

He laughed, resting his head on your shoulder, his hands still rubbing your thighs.

"That's not what I ment," he smiled, as he kissed your lips again."let me taste you." He purred.

Your eyes went wide, it was early morning, broad daylight. "Um..."

"C'mon baby, let me see you," he whispered raising an eyebrow, his hands skimming underneath the shirt you wore. You sighed against his lips, feeling warm inspite of the tenderness you felt in your core.

You threaded your fingers through his hair,"Will you gentle this time?"

"Do you want gentle?" He asked.

You thought for moment," This time. This time I do."

He smiled with a sigh," Then I'll be gentle mi vida. I'll-"

A pounding knock on the door interrupted him. You clung to him with a gasp as you both froze.

"Peña!" Murphy's voice boomed through the door,"Open up, I know you're in there."

Javi swore and dropped his head with a groan as he left your side to get the door. You squeaked.

"Javi!" You giggled, covering your face. He looked back to you,"um..." he looked down and realized he was naked, not just naked but he was semi aroused. He sighed and grabbed the quilt from the couch and wrapped it around his waist as he made his way to the door as you laughed.

"What do you want, Murph?" He grumbled when he opened the door.

Murphy took one look at him and rolled his eyes.

"Jesus," Murphy mumbled, trying to look anywhere except at Javier,"You couldn't of put pants on to get the door?"

Javier just shrugged and nodded over his shoulder towards you. Your face burned, eyes not knowing where to go when Steve saw you, awkwardly giving you a wave as you pulled the shirt you wore further down your legs.

"We got some intel I need to discuss with you, so if you wouldn't mind letting me in, and for the Love of God put on pants, I'd very much like to discuss it with you."

Murphy came in with a milk crate filled with papers, setting it down on your kitchen counter. You kept your head down while you awkwardly began scooping up the blankets, pillows, and discarded clothing from the floor, before following Javier into the bedroom. He quickly changed into his jeans and a short-sleeved shirt.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, giving you a kiss to the top of your head. "I'll make it up to you."

"Its ok, I think I'm just going to lay down."

"We wont make too much noise," he promised, stroking your arm," Do you need anything?"

You only shook your head. With one last kiss he left you, shutting the door behind him. You made the bed, opened up the bedroom window to let the cool breeze in, and stripped off his shirt. You nestled into the sheets naked your hips tender, lips sore, elbows and knees stinging. You wanted to rest, to shut your eyes and sleep but your thoughts just kept bouncing around your head.

Your stomach twisted as you thought back to the words of advice your mother gave you as a girl. How last night you defied everything she taught you, instructed you, demanded of you. You never questioned her, never, but now you had the sinking feeling that maybe she was wrong. Maybe everything she told you about being a wife, or just even being a women, was wrong. You let your husband use you like a whore, he took you like an animal, he was rough and cruel. Worst of all you enjoyed it, you liked how he gripped you, how he groaned, how he breathed your name through ragged breath. Enjoyed how it felt when he was behind you.

You shifted under onto your side, listening to the low murmur of the men talking in the other room. Heard Javis grumblings through the door. Your marriage wasn't what you expected. You always expected to marry someone closer to your age, he'd have a humble job, a humble home, you'd do everything for him; cook, clean, lay on your back,push out babies. You'd live to serve him, and your children, and he'd provide while you looked the other way when he spent his evenings with his mistress. After all that's how your parents marriage was, so why wasn't your marriage anything like that?

Javi hated when you did everything for him, hated that you tried to make yourself his servant, he enjoyed a hot meal to come home to and appreciated your efforts, but that's not how he expected you to be. You heard Steve's voice, and you wondered to yourself if he treated Connie the way Javi treated you. You never quite got over the shock of finding out Connie still worked. She didn't stay at home with the baby, and be the housewife you were always taught to be. Being in Bogota was a culture shock, life was so different than your childhood village. So many women out on their own, not having a man to answer to. This feeling of liberation was hard to accept, you felt more confused each day, not knowing what to do with yourself besides listening to your Mother's voice in your head, always chastising you for everything you did.

Eventually you dozed off, giving your mind a rest, your body a chance to relax and heal. Foggy memories of the night finding it's way to your dreams. The sound of him groaning your name echoing in your dreams, you woke feeling your body humming. You felt a slickness between your legs, you expected to see blood on your fingers when reached down, but there was no blood, only the evidence of your longing. You wanted him. You've always wanted him. You spent all this time denying him. Denying a man who puts his life on the line everyday, a man who promised to always protect you, and you won't even give yourself to him. It wasn't fair. You werent being fair, not just to him but yourself.

You heard him laugh in the other room, and it shot straight to your core. You sighed at the feeling, the scent of him was on the sheets, the sound of his voice ringing in your ears. You needed to feel his skin under your fingertips, your lips, inside you again. You wanted him, you wanted him anyway he'd take you. And you were going to have him again before the day was over. Thats what you decided, what you decided it for yourself.

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A THROATY GRUNT LEFT Ben Solo’s lips as Y/N crashed her lightsaber into his own, eliciting a shower of blue and green sparks as she did. He stumbled back at the force of her blow but he was quick to steady himself, digging his heels into the damp soil of the field that they were in. Y/N shoved her arms forward, pushing both of the sabers closer to his face, and he slid back slightly in the dirt. She smirked and opened her mouth, ready to spout off some snarky comment but before she could, he pushed back.

Ben had always been stronger than her in the physical nature, so it didn’t take much for the sabers to move back towards her. “Didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?” He asked teasingly, seeing the effort in her scrunched up face as she fought against his strength. He grinned at her on the other side of their weapons, each of their faces lit up by the glow of the beams, and she huffed.

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A/N: Ughhh, hi! I’m a whore for Oberyn Martell and cannot be stopped. This is gonna be a little series, only a few parts (at least for now), and I hope you enjoy. This was one of my many shower ideas that I couldn’t let go!  As always, feedback and comments are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged, let me know! xx

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“I will not marry a man that does not love me,” you cursed the gods for making you a woman. You cursed your mother for being the way she was though it was not her fault that you were her only daughter among six sons. You cursed the laws of men that determined your position in life, “I will not be tied down to man who does not care about me, to a castle that will never be a home, and bear children I do not want.”

“You are an insolent, silly girl,” she hissed at you, and for a moment you feared that she might reached and strike you across the face. She had been prone to doing so when you were younger, but in her older years she had calmed down, softening with the birth of each child after you, each son, each brother you loathed for how easy their lives were, “you should have been married many moons ago.”

“I will not marry a man almost twice my age that openly keeps a lover and already has plenty of children,” a fiery rage set through your bones, one that would probably be perfectly suited in the warm, desert homeland of the husband she insisted you take. In the Reach, your attitude was abhorred, and you were considered the lone deviant of your family, “I will not give up my freedoms because you deem it fit for me to do so.”

“You will marry him and bear him an heir,” she grabbed your hair and roughly yanked it and leaned in so only you could hear, “you are lucky any man will have you. You’re much too old to be unwed and your demeanor makes you almost unbearable.”

“I will not do it,” you gritted your teeth and tried to pull out of grasp, “I will not subject myself to a life of servitude-”

“When I was your age I’d already been long married to your father and had you and two of your brothers,” she reminded, pushing you away with a heavy sigh, “do you think I wanted to get married? I was no more than a child, and you at least are a woman grown. I could have married you off years ago, as I should have. You would have been out of my sight and perhaps tamed.”

“I refuse. I will not bend and break to your whim,” turning away you started to storm off, hoping that some fresh air would calm you down. Perhaps you could ride your horse through the open pastures and fields surrounding the castle.

“And just what do you plan on doing then? Will you wander through the kingdoms on your own, travelling without anything or anyone like a heathen?”

“Perhaps I will,” you shrugged, “it would be better than doing what you ask of me. If you loved me-”

“If you do not marry him, you will be cut off from this family,” her words were enough to cause you turn around and listen to her, “you will lose your name, your worldly possessions, and you will be penniless. Is that really what you desire?”

“All of this because I do not want to take a husband?”

“It is your duty. As it has been the duty of every woman before you.”

“Fuck duty!” your voiced reverberated around the castle’s stone walls as she stared you down, “I will not marry someone I do not love. Father would never make me do so.”

“And your father is dead,” she reminded you with venom lacing her tone, “and what do you even know about love? It is a fiction created to keep little girls happy.”

“I loved him,” your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest as you thought of him. Your mother scoffed and dramatically rolled her eyes at you, “I loved him and you sent him away to certain death because you are a monster.”

“That horrid boy? He was a bastard,” she reminded you of the cruel little thing that kept you apart. How you rued the term of bastard; it did not mean anything, it did not determine a person’s character or heart, “he was never good enough for you. And you defiled yourself for him.”

“Because I loved him!” you insisted, “and he loved me! We would have been happy together, we could have built a life together…”

“He was a peasant, he tended stables-”

“That does not matter to me,” you reminded her, “he was kind and gentle and warm. I would have loved to have a life of tending stables if meant I was with him. Because I loved him!”

“You were lost in your girlhood fantasies of what you think love is,” she was cruel, each of her words twisting like a knife in your gut, “he was the first boy to show you attention and you fell for his little trap, and it has left you ruined for other men. You are lucky that Oberyn Martell does not know and he will not care, the one benefit of having a Dornish heathen for a husband.”

“I did love him, mother,” you tried hard to fight off the flood of tears that were pricked the back of your eyes, “and just because you can’t handle that you sent him to the Wall where he will live out his days and die. I never even got to say goodbye.”

“He was a bastard, it did not matter.”

“He was a good man,” your voice broke slightly as you tried to square your shoulders and stare her down, “his only fault in life was loving me. It’s gotten him the most cruel of fates.”

“I have had enough of you,” she steeled herself and strode past you, regal and noble in appearance as ever, “in two weeks time you will travel to Dorne and you will marry Oberyn Martell. You will either oblige and do it, as is your duty or you be expelled from this castle and can live out your days among the bastards that you love so much. It is your choice, whether you bring shame to this family or you disappear into the background as a woman should and become a dutiful wife.”

“Those are both horrible, vile options.”

“That is duty of being born a woman.”

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