[ jate’kara | the mandalorian x f!reader ] mando takes in a new crewmate to repair the ship and watch the kid for him when he is away during bounties. little did he know, she would become his close companion too.
part one — part two
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harwin strong
series
[ aghurys | ser harwin x f!princess!reader ] au fix it where ser harwin never dies and falls in love with the younger targaryen sister
part one — part two — part three
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javier peña
one shots
[ lessons | javier peña x f!reader ] javi is intrigued by the new CIA agent at the embassy whose spanish is in need of a little work.
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loki laufeyson
series
[ redamantia | loki x f!reader ] AU where loki has joined up with the avengers to right his wrongdoings and reader is a SHIELD agent who specializes in all things tech. what happens when their paths cross and loki takes an interest in her?
part one
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thrawn
series
[ aurora glow | thrawn x f!reader ] an alien ship lands on Earth after electrical failure. you have been surviving alone, the planet being struck by an EMP-like solar flare years prior. what happens when you meet the inhabitants of the ship and it’s captain?
+ a/n | not me posting this as if i didn’t up and disappear for a year o o p s
It was getting late enough that the sun’s light no longer adequately lit the book you had been staring at. Rubbing at your eyes, you yawned and stretched out your arms. You had been out here since after morning’s end at least. Supper would have to consist of whatever you could convince the chefs in the kitchens to cook for you.
The roots at the back of the heart tree, or rather, where you joked the ass should be carved (to the Septa’s annoyance and your later punishment), had a nice dip in them that served as a hammock for your body. Add in the many pillows and blankets that had a permanent residence under the tree, and you had yourself a nice little hiding spot that you had frequented for as long as you could remember. Unless one walked all along the side of the heart tree, it was likely a passerby wouldn’t notice you.
“Ser Harwin was looking for you.”
A yelp escaped your lips, much to your sister’s delight. Her airy laugh floated amongst the trees in the Godswood.
“Seven hells Rhaenyra!”
She giggled again, sitting down next to you. You playfully pushed her arm. She feigned offense, then wrapped her arms around you and placed a delicate kiss to the top of your head.
“Ser Harrold told me he was the one who took you hunting in the Kingswood for Aegon’s nameday.” She looked at you expectantly. You shrugged in response.
“That was over a fortnight ago! You weren’t going to mention it to me,” she paused, pressing her flattened palm against her heart, “big sister, best friend, closest companion?!”
“Well you didn’t exactly talk about your night in the Kingswood with Ser Criston, bloodied and disheveled. I thought we were going to drink and leave Aegon’s nameday behind us.”
Rhaenyra gave you a knowing look. “This,” she waved her hands in a circle, “is different. You’re already blushing at the mere thought of him.”
You rolled your eyes at her. “The dramatics are over the top tonight, Rhaeny.”
“Dramatics or not,” she turned her body to face you, grabbing your forearm, “you two would make a fine match someday.”
“Match?! Rhaenyra, he’s Lord Lyonel’s oldest boy. Don’t you think a marriage proposal would be for you?”
Rhaenyra smirked. “See, that’s another thing Ser Harrold told me. When father was discussing my future matches,” she paused at the word to stick out her tongue and fake sick, “with Lord Lyonel, he joked that the Lord would advise I wed his son, Ser Harwin.”
“…And?”
“And,” she leaned in closer to you, “He disagreed. Instead, he counseled Father that he believed I should wed another.”
“Who?”
Rhaenyra slapped your arm. “It doesn’t matter who sister, point is, Lord Strong is not putting his son up for my hand. Furthermore,” she continued, while you rubbed your stinging arm, “Ser Harwin is not interested in me. As soon as we ran into each other, the first thing out of his mouth was to ask if I’d seen you.”
You rolled your eyes. “That doesn’t mean anything, Rhaenyra.”
“Is that right? Well, answer me this — whose dagger has been occupying space in your chambers? Because I know you did not convince the smiths to craft you one with the sigil of House Strong in the hilt.”
“You went in my room without me!” you pushed her.
“Sister,” she grabbed both of your shoulders, “you keep missing the point.”
“Which is?”
She lowered her voice. “That not only would the two of you make a handsome match, one that father would actually consider and if need be, we could sway him toward, but, that you could also be happy. You could wed for love. You could,” her voice cracked and she cleared it, “you could have what mother and father had.”
Tears welled at both yours and Rhaenyra’s eyes at the mention of mother. She pulled you in and hugged you tightly. “I just want you to be happy,” she whispered.
You squeezed her back and inhaled her familiar scent. “I love you, sister.”
“And I, you.” She pulled back and smoothed out your hair. “Now head to the library. With any luck, you might still find him there searching for you.”
You grabbed your book and hopped up to your feet. You began a brisk pace towards the library, the halls of the Red Keep surprisingly empty during the walk there.
You rounded the corner into the library and saw a familiar, tall, dark knight pacing the shelves in the back, looking at the various volumes on hand.
“Can I help you find what you’re looking for, Ser?”
Harwin turned on his heel, clearly a little startled by the sound of your voice. He took in your appearance as you returned the book you had been reading back to the proper shelf. The corners of your mouth were upturned into a smile.
“Princess,” he greeted.
You picked up a different book and offered it to him. Flora of the Seven Kingdoms by Maester Tollett.
“Hmm… I think I would rather have lessons from the expert than read about flowers from a Maester who’s been dead half a century.” His smile was large, his eyes bright as he looked down at you. You put the book back down on the shelf and began walking around the library, running a stray finger along the spines of the books.
“Expert, hmm?” you questioned. “I’m surprised a man of the City Watch has time for something as silly as flowers.”
Harwin walked over to you, the soft patter of his boots with every step emphasizing just how slowly he was moving. He lifted a hand to your cheek. “I make time for the things that are important to me, princess.”
You smiled up at him as he gently brushed his thumb against your cheek. “What brings you to the library?”
“Well,” he dropped his hand from your face, bringing it instead to his and rubbing the length of his stubble. “I had dinner with father and Larys. Father said I should learn what it means to be Master of Laws if that is the path I want to follow someday.”
“What about the City Watch?” you tilted your head slightly.
“Mmm, I intended to climb up the ranks, princess. However, it seems father wants me to have all my options open. Says I could make for a fine politician like him.” He shrugged his shoulders as if to indicate he didn’t believe that. “I asked for a transfer to the barracks here at the Red Keep to be closer.”
“You’ll get to patrol inside the Keep?”
He nodded. “Both inside and out now, yes.” He took a deep breath in.
“Oh Ser Harwin, that’s wonderful. You’ll get to see Lord Lyonel and Larys a lot more now.”
“Yes, princess,” he paused, reaching a hand out to brush some hair behind your ear. “My family, and others who are dear to me.”
Your cheeks grew hot. You eyes left Harwin’s and looked down at your feet. His feet stepped in closer to yours and you could feel his breath against the crown of your head. His hand gently wrapped around to the back of your head…
He jumped back like he had been burned at the sound of feet behind you. Maester Runciter had entered the library, oblivious to the princess and knight who currently occupied it. He began scattering various papers around his workspace and talking to himself.
You cleared your throat and peered up at Ser Harwin through your lashes. “Would you accompany me on a walk through the Keep? Or are you on duty tonight?”
He offered his arm out and you took it. “I am free tonight, princess.”
You waved to Maester Runciter on your way out of the library but you were pretty certain he did not hear or see either of you during his time in there. You giggled at this and Ser Harwin could be heard chuckling under his breath.
“You know, I have a book on the small council in my chambers. You’re welcome to it, Ser Harwin. Admittedly, I have been using it to press flowers.”
His laugh was more audible this time around. “Thank you princess. I will be sure to find you a heavy replacement.”
The two of you walked what felt like the length of the entire castle, talking and laughing. The evening air brought with it a cold front that had the hairs on your arm standing up tall. A shiver ran through you as the wind ripped your silver hair behind your shoulder. You let go of Ser Harwin for the first time to rub your own arms.
“Princess,” he stopped you. You turned around to face him. His gold cloak had been pulled from his own shoulders and he was holding it out to you like a blanket. You nodded and turned, letting him wrap his cloak around you.
“We should get you inside,” he murmured in your ear. You shivered again, admittedly not from the cold this time. Not wanting the night to end but knowing he was right, you reluctantly agreed. You nuzzled into the gold fabric, breathing in the woody smell of Ser Harwin as you followed alongside him.
Ser Criston had a strange look upon his face as the two of you rounded the corner towards your chambers. He nodded wordlessly to you before eyeing down Harwin. Harwin, who had also taken notice of the way your Kingsguard had been watching him, placed a firm hand at your back, rubbing up and down tenderly.
You twirled around, having reached the double doors to your chamber. “Thank you for accompanying me tonight,” you smiled up at him. Harwin simply bowed and you took this chance to stand on your tiptoes and place a soft kiss upon his cheek. When you both pulled back, Harwin’s eyes found the floor, his face flushed. Ser Cole cleared his throat.
He looked at you after a moment, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Good night, sweet flower.”
You curtsied before opening the doors behind your back and pushing yourself in. When they were closed and at your back, you brought your fingers to your lips where they still tingled from the scratchiness of Harwin’s beard. It took your full willpower not to run back outside after him.
It was then that you realized you still had his gold cloak. You fingered it lightly for a few moments before throwing it atop your bed. When you were ready to tuck yourself in, you brought the cloak underneath the covers and wrapped yourself in it.
+ a/n | y’all want a part two y’all got a part two
read part one here
You awoke to pleasant birdsong, the mating call of a goldfinch overhead. The rising sun filled the sky with vibrant hues of orange and yellow. Sitting up from your bedroll, you rubbed the buildup of sleep in your eye. Your body was stiff from the departure of your bed the prior night and you stretched and rolled until you felt a little less rigid.
“Good morning princess,” Ser Harwin’s voice rang out, a little more rugged than normal from underuse. He cleared his throat as he approached you. The rest of the camp had already been packed away, save for your sleeping area, the fire embers smudged out. The stag from last night was draped on the backside of his horse.
“Good morning Ser Harwin,” you stood, bending down to clean up your bedroll before he stopped you. You watched as he swiftly cleaned up the area and packed the things on your horse.
You bent down to the underbrush, a blood red and black splotched flower catching your eye. It was large, almost as big as the palm of your hand. You thought you would bring it back for your sister, so you wordlessly walked over to your horse next to the knight and added it to your small bag.
“What’s this?” he asked, watching you. You shrugged in response. “I’m not exactly sure, I’ve never seen it before. I thought Rhaenyra might like it.”
The knight chuckled. “Lady of Dragonstone, Princess of Flowers.”
You rolled your eyes at him but couldn’t help the grin that spread on your face. “And what about you? Knight of a… creepy, cursed castle?”
“Something like that, I suppose.” He flashed you a cheeky smile. “So, shall we return to camp and I can teach you how to properly skin an animal?”
You face must have given away how you felt about that prospect because Ser Harwin erupted into a booming laugh. “Fine,” he conceded, still chuckling. “But I have you til midday, so you might as well observe. I bet Larys would be happy to have the company…”
“I’d be happy to sit and watch with him,” you assured. Anything to get you out of sitting in the gathering tent with your new stepmother and the highborn ladies, talking about everyone and everything yet somehow saying absolutely nothing. It was a charade that was dreadful for both you and Rhaenyra.
Harwin grabbed your hips and hoisted you onto the saddle. You landed with a surprised yelp and readjusted to straddle your horse. “Sorry for startling you, flower,” you heard him quip beside you. You furrowed your brow at him and he winked back as he mounted his own horse.
You kept a slower pace than when you started yesterday, partly because of the stag on Harwin’s horse but also because some part of you wanted to stay in the Kingswood and never leave. This forest had reached out and touched a part of you that you knew you’d have to hide away at the Red Keep.
If Harwin could sense the change in your demeanor, he didn’t bother to comment on it. The whole ride back to camp was silent, even though for most of it your horses were side by side.
It was considerably more quiet when you returned than when you left the night prior. The men who hadn’t bothered to make it back to their tents were slumped over in chairs, sleeping off their drink. Others were milling about, beginning the day. House Strong’s tent was lined up along the main path and upon your arrival you saw Lord Lyonel and Larys outside of the tent. They were both planted on chairs in deep discussion.
Lord Lyonel rose at the sight of you and his eldest. “Princess,” he nodded. “Did you enjoy the hunt?”
Ser Harwin was already off his horse and offering you a hand down. “It was wonderful, Lord Lyonel.” You walked closer to him so that in a hushed tone you could say, “thank you for speaking to my father for me.”
He bowed to you. “Happy to see you smile again, princess,” he said softly.
Ser Harwin carried the stag and rabbit to the table beside his family tent. “I see the hunt was good to you both,” his lord father commented.
Harwin jerked his head toward you. “Not me, just the princess.”
Lord Lyonel’s eyes were wide at that. “Well then, princess, I daresay you’ve already outhunted most of the men here.”
You smiled up at him. “Thank you, my lord.”
“Your father will be very proud.”
You sighed. “One can only hope.”
With that, Lord Lyonel bowed and took his leave toward the main table where your father, his new wife, your half brother and the hand were all seated and you sat in the Lord’s prior seat beside Larys. “Pleasant morning to you, Larys.”
“Princess, lovely to see you as always.” He was a different fellow, sure. But you had always liked Larys. He was an observer, like you. Never very chatty, unlike you.
Harwin’s back was to you, setting up the various tools he would need to skin the stag and rabbit. He started with the rabbit and you watched silently. It was almost an art form for him, and you were completely mesmerized. You truly considered watching Ser Harwin skin every animal you could find for him, until Larys finally broke your train of thought.
“Is that your sister… covered in blood?”
Your head whipped past Ser Harwin’s broad shoulders and caught sight of Rhaenyra and Ser Criston Cole. Dried blood speckled the side of her face and neck as she strutted into camp. Her silver hair was stained pink and red. She looked… well, intimidating came to mind. Ser Criston’s horse had the body of a slain boar trailing behind it. Rhaenyra walked straight past the main table and into her own tent. The look on the Queen’s face made you smirk.
“It seems both our Princesses were on the hunt last night,” Ser Harwin commented as he continued to work on the rabbit. He had noticed your sister.
Really noticed her.
You swallowed hard.
You mentally scolded yourself. As if one night in the Kingswood somehow magically bound you to Ser Harwin. You felt like a silly little girl. Rhaenyra was your older sister after all, closer in age to Harwin than he was to you. How could you be so naive as to think he took you hunting because he liked you.
Rhaenyra was heir to the iron throne. She would become Queen one day. Marriage proposals were already starting to come her way. Why wouldn’t he want your smarter, prettier, older sister? What better way to get in her good graces than showing kindness to her little sister?
You had been chewing on your lip so hard you began to taste metal. You released it from in between your teeth and brought a finger to it. Pulling back you noticed blood, drying quickly in the morning air. Ever quiet Larys offered you a handkerchief, which you accepted with a small thank you. You dabbed at you lip, hoping it wouldn’t swell too much.
“Something troubling you, princess?” Larys gently prodded. You knew he caught you deep in thought but you had the benefit of him not know what you were internally struggling with. “Just… worrying about my sister,” you half-lied.
“Maybe you should speak with her,” he suggested.
“I think she would like to be alone right now,” you lied again. In all honesty you had no idea how Rhaenyra was feeling right now but you did know that you were one of the few people she would let be around her no matter what. You struggled to avoid biting your lip again.
Ser Harwin had moved onto the stag. He lifted it up and onto the skinning table with ease. “Would you like to come closer? Or are you having fun watching through my back?” He turned to face you, Larys’ handkerchief still pressed against your lip. He furrowed his brow at the sight. “What happened?”
You shrugged him off, offering Larys his handkerchief back. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
Ser Harwin twisted his head to the side and gave you a look as if he didn’t believe you. He walked over and half crouched over your chair, putting each arm on either side of the seat. He lifted you and the chair effortlessly, bringing you around the edge of him so that you could actually see what he was doing.
Harwin began asking Larys about last night after he left, whether he heard anything of interest from the ladies he sat with, interrupting every so often to point something out to you. You sat silently, watching each exchange. Harwin was skilled enough that he barely had to pay attention to what he was doing, and before long he was done.
“Well princess, this will certainly make an excellent addition to the feast.”
You thanked the knight and excused yourself. You walked straight to your own tent, only pausing to wave softly at your father when he acknowledged you.
You didn’t think you had ever felt so foolish. An aura of shame washed over you. You stripped yourself bare, removing you hunting clothes and washing yourself clean with a rag. You found a suitable dress and fixed up your hair. It was time to play princess once more.
You don’t think you said more than 5 words all night. Rhaenyra was nowhere to be found the first night and anytime that someone would try to acknowledge you, you would excuse yourself, only to end up in the ever generous hands of a wine servant who would fill your cup to the brim.
You continued this charade, night after night, albeit speaking more and more each time. Rhaenyra didn’t want to talk about her adventures in the woods, no more than you did of yours, so neither of you spoke about it. Rather you savored each others company and kept at each other’s side. You and Rhaenyra, with Ser Criston as your constant protector. Until it was finally time to journey home.
The journey home was as dreadful as the journey there, but to your delight felt shorter. You all but crawled into your bed, Rhaenyra and you holding hands until you arrived at your separate rooms. You felt great peace knowing she was next door, especially after mother’s death.
A knock at your door a few moments later almost made you groan aloud, but you managed to keep some semblance of decorum. “Come,” you instructed.
Ser Criston entered, not too unexpected considering he was watching your and Rhaenyra’s rooms tonight. “Ser Harwin Strong is here to see you, my princess.”
You bottom lip once again found purchase between your teeth. “Send him in.”
Harwin stepped in after Ser Criston stepped out, your small travel bag in his rather large hand. He held it out to you and you sprung out of bed. “Thank you,” you said sincerely, fingering the expensive leather. “I had forgotten all about this.” You reached into the bag. “Rhaenyra’s flower,” you muttered under your breath.
You quickly walked over to a large stack of books. Ser Harwin trailed behind, watching as you took the flower and stuck it in between a bit of parchment paper. You began lifting the books in two and threes at a time. He could tell they were dusty, old and heavy. He quickly walked over to you and began to lift them out of your way.
You thanked him so quietly he almost missed it. He wanted to ask what you were doing but he was stuck in such a trance, all he could do was watch. You very carefully opened the book on the very bottom, sticking the flower and bits of parchment paper inside. He noticed other bits of parchment paper sticking out of the book every which way. You motioned to the stacks of books and he helped you lower them on top of the bottommost book.
“Princess…”
“Thank you for this, Ser Harwin.” Your kind eyes found his and he felt himself smiling for the first time in days.
“Princess, might I ask, what is this?”
You giggled as you handed him a smaller book. “Princess of Flowers,” you declared, as if that would explain everything. “Go on, open it.”
He opened the book and found about half a dozen flattened flowers. Your delicate handwriting was on the pages, describing not just the name of the flower but when you found it, the characteristics you liked most about it, what the smell reminded you of.
“I pressed them myself. Mother taught me. Rhaenyra was never interested and it was… our thing. Now it’s one of the only things I have left of her.”
Ser Harwin studied the pages. He touched the dried ink of your handwriting, careful not to touch the flowers. “Princess of Flowers,” he breathed.
He gently handed back the book. You closed it and put it back where it belonged on the shelf. It was only then that he noticed just how many stacks of books you had. He looked back to you, waggling a finger at him. “Don’t start,” you warned, grin creeping along your face. “If Maester Runciter finds out, I will be in a dragon’s pile of trouble.”
“Dragon’s pile?” he asked.
“Er… when they go to the bathroom? Well, imagine the size of them Ser Harwin,” you enthusiastically raised your hand above your head. “You know what I mean? Aerrax might not be the biggest, but she’s pretty large…”
Ser Harwin was laughing so hard at this, he had trouble staying upright. He leaned against one of the many decorative beams in your room. His laughter was contagious, and soon you were joining him, failing miserably to catch your own breath.
Finally after a few minutes, you both pulled yourselves out of your laughing attack. You feigned exhaustion and plopped your bottom on the rather large chaise in your room. You patted beside you and watched as he walked over to the chaise and sat down next to you.
“Oh!” you exclaimed. “I have your dagger!” You began to hop back up but Harwin grabbed your forearm, gentle but stiff. You furrowed your brow at him but sat back down.
“Princess, I came here not only to return your bag but to ask you…”
You waited with his pause until curiosity got the better of you. “Ask me what exactly?”
“Ask you… if I did something to upset you. During the hunt, for Aegon’s name day.”
You bit your bottom lip nervously. “What would cause you to say such a thing?”
Harwin stood from the chaise suddenly, rubbing his fingers down his beard as he walked around. “Princess,” he stopped pacing to look at you, “you left so suddenly. You barely said a word when you sat with Larys.”
“I…” you faltered. “Seeing Rhaenyra like that, both of us fighting with father the day before… it has been… a difficult few years. I apologize for my behavior.”
Harwin returned to the seat next to you. “You don’t have to do that you know, play politician with me. We’ve known each other since we were children.”
You turned to face him, grabbing his bicep gently. “I am sorry though. For making you think that. Especially after you were gracious enough to take me into the Kingswood.”
Harwin chuckled. “I can promise you that was the highlight of the entire celebration for me.”
He used the arm you weren’t holding and brushed a few strands of hair out of your face. “Keep the dagger.”
“But…”
He shook his head. “It was a gift, princess. I never intended to get it back.”
You were still holding his bicep when Ser Criston entered. You nearly jumped out of your skin at his voice. “Princess, your father is requesting your presence in his chambers.”
You dropped Harwin’s bicep as he stood. He offered you a hand which you accepted with a nod and he pulled you to his feet. “I’m afraid I must be off anyway, princess.” He motioned to the gold cloak covering his shoulders.
“Duty calls… for us both.”
Ser Harwin nodded in agreement with you and offered his arm. “Shall I accompany you to his chambers?”
Ser Criston stepped closer to you. “I’ll take her from here, Ser.”
You shooed Ser Criston with you hand. “It’s quite alright Criston, I think Ser Harwin can handle keeping me safe from the treacherous walk to my father’s chambers,” you giggled.
Sers Harwin and Criston shared a glance above your head while you gently gripped onto Harwin. He led you out and away from Ser Criston, who was still outside yours and Rhaenyra’s doors, watching you both disappear down the hallway.
“I hope your nights in the City Watch haven’t been too eventful,” you confessed.
“Nothing I can’t handle princess, not to worry.”
“Well maybe I’ll wave at you from the skies tonight.”
Ser Harwin stopped in his tracks, pulling you to a stop with him. “Princess,” he warned. “You mustn’t be out after dark without protection.”
You suppressed a role of the eyes at him. “Aerrax can protect me. Plus, what do I have to worry about above the clouds? Birds? Nice snack for her if you ask me…”
“Princess, just… be careful, okay?”
You rubbed the side of Harwin’s arm that you were gripping. “Of course,” you reassured.
“You have a knack for finding yourself in trouble.”
“Oh please! As a child maybe.”
“I mean it, don’t find yourself outside of the Red Keep without protection,” he warned.
“Well if I ever take a spontaneous trip to Flea Bottom, I’ll make sure you’re on duty.”
Ser Harwin decided to ignore your obvious sarcasm. You continued on together through the corridors.
“Here you are, flower,” Harwin said, bringing you up to the door.
You dropped your grip on his arm. “Thank you Ser Harwin.”
+ description | As the youngest daughter of Aemma and Viserys Targaryen, your duties at court differ from those of your sister. But like your sister, your father is still very protective over you, not letting you participate in the hunt for Aegon’s second name day.
+ a/n | we love a fix it, AU fic right???? (esp after last nights ep, i cannot deal)
“Father please,” you begged, voice cracking.
“Must I be cursed with two bullheaded daughters? First Rhaenyra and now you?” His yell was hushed as it pierced your inner ear. You watched as your father slammed his goblet on the table. The loud clatter of hard gold on wood made you jump. His cupbearer quickly emptied the pitcher of wine into his goblet.
“I will not send another of my Kingsguard off with you while you play huntress. Your sister has run off but an hour ago. Sit with the Queen and the other ladies at court and learn your place as princess.”
You felt the familiar sting of tears at your eyes but refused to allow them to come now, in front of not only your father but everyone else mingling about the tent. You stormed off, dress fluttering in the wake created behind you. You kept your head down and maneuvered about the masses. A couple of acknowledgements came your way in the form of “Princess”, but otherwise the people left you alone, likely sensing the “wrath of the dragon” as Uncle Daemon called it.
A far off spot at the edge of the Kingswood called to you, and you quickly settled in amongst the trees. You were quite well hidden and figured this was as good a place as any to get your feelings back in check. The wind along the tree line whipped your hair around every so often and birds rustled and sang their song above, paying no mind to the young princess crying below them.
You wondered if your father had even noticed your absence. He was already rather drunk by the time you had the courage to ask him if you could join the hunt. You quite wondered if anyone noticed your absence as typically you clung to the shadows at events like these.
“Princess?” came a solid voice from above you.
You looked up from your knees and quickly wiped a stray tear from your cheek. “Ser Harwin,” you winced at how broken and small your voice sounded. “I do apologize for the state you have found me in.”
Ser Harwin dropped the stack of firewood he was carrying and knelt by your side. “Are you injured princess?”
You chuckled at the knight in the kind of way only one does when holding back tears. “Only my pride, I’m afraid, Ser.”
Your gaze returned to your knees, figuring and hoping the knight would pick up his firewood and leave you be. You had known Ser Strong since you were a child, his father and yours working closely on the small council together.
“What is bothering you, princess?” His voice was low, prodding you gently.
You returned your gaze to his face. His normally sharp and hard features were softened. A look of concern plastered his face. If you didn’t know better, you might have thought…
Clearing your throat, you sat up a little straighter. “It’s a silly matter, I’m afraid. Nothing to be concerned about.” Your eyes trailed off into the distance to a rabbit who was hopping along the bed of the woods about 40 yards off.
“Well… it concerns me to find you in the woods by yourself in tears.”
You looked back at him and managed a weak smile. He had moved from his crouched position to being seated right next to you. The hem of your dress, dirtied from the dried mud you had been sitting in, brushed against the side of his trousers.
“You don’t have to tell me,” he paused, taking a breath. “But I can’t in good conscience leave you here alone.”
“Ser Harwin, the camp is right behind me. I would have to be rather dull to get lost.”
Ser Harwin shrugged. “What about that time I found you covered, head to toe in dirt, locked in one of the old dungeons?”
You couldn’t help the smile the creeped against your cheeks at the memory he recalled. You playfully slapped the knight’s arm. “That was one time! How was I supposed to know that my exploring would leave me in a dusty, old cell that just happened to lock behind me?”
A wide smile spread across Ser Harwin’s face as he turned his gaze into the wood. “Remember what I asked you for in exchange for not telling our fathers?”
Your gazed followed his into the wood, drifting off into that far away memory he had pulled to the surface. You, frightened and cold, voice raw from screaming for anyone who would hear it. Ser Harwin, rosy cheeks peeking out from beneath his newly grown beard, smiling at your disheveled appearance.
“You asked me to give my favor to your brother at the next tourney.”
Ser Harwin chuckled as he looked at the ground, scratching the back of his neck. “And you didn’t disappoint. It was the best favor of the whole lot. I hadn’t seen Larys smile so wide since our mother died.”
A pinch in your heart caused your shoulders to slump. It reminded you of your own mother, and how proud she was that you gave your favor to funny little clubfoot Larys, who could barely ride a horse let alone participate in the tourney like his older brother.
“I was always so dreadfully good at all the stupid things girls are expected to do. Perhaps that’s why father was so lenient with me before,” …before mother died, you thought.
“Mmm… like that time you were no more than a few feet off the ground and convinced a member of the Kingsguard to spar in the yard with you? He had to crack the training sword in half so that it’s weight wouldn’t topple you to the ground.”
You whipped your head to face him, another smile creeping up the side of his handsome face. “Do you keep a record of all my misadventures, Ser Harwin?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “If you remember, princess, I was still a young lad and training in the yard that day. I’ve just been lucky enough to witness all of your misadventures.”
You smiled and returned you gaze to the ground. “Father was quite upset… poor Ser Arryk.”
Ser Harwin brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear and slowly set his large hand on your shoulder. When you didn’t pull away, he squeezed it lightly.
“Promise you won’t laugh?” you asked him in a quiet voice.
He squeezed your shoulder once more. “I give you my word.”
A deep sigh pushed its way past your slightly parted lips. “I asked father if I might join the royal hunt. I took bow lessons as a small child if you remember. Now that I’m older…” you trailed off.
“I remember,” he mused. “You were quite terrible.”
You smacked the side of his ribs at his playful jest. “I also hadn’t been born with a sword in my hand like you!”
Ser Harwin’s throaty laugh carried itself through the Kingswood. You couldn’t hold back the smile that broke out on your lips. He picked a stray leaf out of your silver hair and let it fall behind your back.
“And what reason did the King give you? That royal hunts are not for princesses?”
“That, and the fact that he was not sending another member of his Kingsguard off while his daughter ‘played huntress’.”
“Hmm….” Ser Harwin rose to his feet, offering you a hand. You took it and stood – rather were pulled – by Ser Harwin. “Seems you need an escort, a sworn sword perhaps, who is loyal to your family.” The tall knight dropped your hand. “And it seems, princess, that I happen to know a willing knight.”
“Ser Harwin, I couldn’t ask you to…” you started.
“You didn’t.” The corners of his mouth were upturned. “I’m offering. It would be my pleasure to accompany you on the royal hunt, princess.”
You chewed the inside of your mouth.
“Come,” he instructed. “We will ask my father to talk with the king. You know how good he is with words.”
You let out a shaky breath as you trailed close behind the knight. Your eyes followed his broad shoulders down the length of his back. He was wearing a simple leather tunic with the sigil of House Strong emblazoned in the front. His brown boots were quiet as they brushed the earth and you were surprised a man of his stature could walk that silently.
He led you inside the tent, holding the cloth to the side and allowing you to enter. He swept in behind you and was careful not to be too close as you both walked toward his father, Lord Lyonel Strong, master of laws. He was occupied in the corner, speaking to Jason and Tyland Lannister.
The three men greeted you by title followed by small bows. “Father,” Harwin said from above you. “Might we have a word?”
Lord Lyonel’s brow turned up as he studied the two of you. “Sure, my son. What is this about?”
Harwin whispered ‘excuse us, princess,’ as he passed you, grabbing his father’s shoulder and bringing him to a more secluded area off to the side.
Jason Lannister offered you a spare cup of wine which you greedily accepted. “The finest honeyed wine in all of the Seven Kingdoms. Made in Lannisport for your pleasure, princess.”
You suppressed a roll of the eyes at him, opting instead for a ‘thank you my Lord’, followed by a quick curtsy. You had seen him pull the same charade with your sister hours earlier.
Lord Jason snapped his fingers as one of his servants appeared to fill your cup with more of the sweet tasting wine. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could utter a sound, Ser Harwin back was at your side, putting an arm around the small of your back. “Let us get you changed into something more suitable for the hunt, shall we?” he whispered in your ear.
You peered up at him through your lashes. “Has father said yes?”
“Only a matter of time, I’d imagine.” Ser Harwin shrugged towards your fathers who were currently engaged in conversation and stuck his hand out for your cup. You handed it to him without second thought and watched as he downed it in one go.
“Let us also get proper drink for the road, princess.”
You had to bite your tongue to suppress your laugh at that one. The knight tossed the golden, lion-embellished cup to the Lannister servant, who struggled to catch it. You caught Jason Lannister’s dumbfounded look and Tyland’s suppressed laugh as the knight led you out of the tent.
You both walked toward your own tent for the duration of the celebrations, Ser Harwin’s hand ghosting along the small of your back. Your tent, along with the rest of your family’s was almost as tall as the gathering tent, it’s black and red cloth fluttering gently in the wind. “I will grab some supplies and pack the horses and be back to pick you up in a bit. Do you have a weapon and gear?”
You nodded as he again held the opening flap for you to enter. The sun was beginning to set and you could faintly catch the flicker of the candles in your tent on Ser Harwin’s face. “Well then princess,” he bowed to you, “I shan’t keep you long.”
And he was right, you didn’t have much time until your knight’s return. You had only just finished changing, braiding your hair and packing a small bag before he was back outside your tent. You exited and saw the brilliant shades of pink and orange that lingered from the sun’s imminent slumber. Ser Harwin led two horses, already carrying full packs. He took your bag and extended his other hand to reveal a small dagger. You took it from him and fingered the hilt. The sigil of House Strong was stamped proudly on it.
“In case your bow isn’t enough,” he explained.
You thanked him and followed alongside as he led both of the horses to the edge of the Kingswood. “I have to return you by midday tomorrow, but we should still have plenty of time tonight.”
You frowned, but quickly reminded yourself that you should be grateful. At least your father was letting you go, even if only for a short time. You supposed the boring days to follow, drinking wine and sitting around with the other highborn lords and ladies wouldn’t be as terrible after you had the thrill of adventure.
“Thank you, Ser Harwin.”
He looked over and smiled at you. “You’re most welcome princess.”
The camp as a whole was getting rowdier as the wine and ale flowed. You heard laughter erupting from all over the camp, men were clanking mugs together. You knew well that the inside of the gathering tent was not nearly this lively.
Ser Harwin stopped the horses at the entrance to the wood and offered you a hand. You smiled at him as you took it and he helped you onto the horse. She was a beautiful chocolate color and you stroked her long mane as Ser Harwin hopped onto his horse beside you. “Ready?”
You nodded at him. He took off and you followed, braid whipping behind you while the air left your lungs. It took every ounce of your being not to let out an excited squeal. You felt free as a bird, your horse gliding effortlessly between the trees. Tears stung at your eyes from the wind. You both kept up a quick pace for a few minutes until the knight in front of you began to slow. You matched the slow trot of his horse and stayed beside him. You weren’t sure what he saw when he looked into those wild eyes of yours but he was smiling wide.
“I think I see some target practice for you up ahead,” he nodded towards a thicket of trees. You caught sight of movement and white fur.
“A rabbit?!”
Ser Harwin chuckled. “Yes princess. Is that a problem?”
You hesitated. “Well… they’re quite cute aren’t they?”
“If you’d rather, we can turn around and head back to camp?” he was teasing you now. “Or would you like me to catch it so you can bring it home for a pet?”
“I have a dragon, Ser. I don’t need a pet rabbit.” You grabbed your bow and knocked an arrow. You took control of your breathing, taking your time to steady your aim and focus. You exhaled sharply as the arrow left your bow and hit the rabbit in the chest - right where it’s heart should be.
The knight hopped down from his horse and reached up towards you. You swung a leg over and he gripped your waist as you jumped down. “You’ve been practicing.” His tone was not accusatory, rather curious.
Ser Harwin picked the animal up from the ground and ripped the arrow out. He tied some string around the leg and hung it on his horse. “After seeing you with that bow… I wouldn’t dare.” You squeaked at that and smacked his shoulder.
You and Ser Harwin continued the night, following a trail that he said belonged to a small stag. You were happy to let him take the lead and followed behind in a comfortable silence. It was fun for you to watch him work and you took mental notes every time he advised you on the hunt.
About an hour had passed until he lowered to a squat, motioning for you to follow. A young stag stood directly ahead, the side of its body facing the two of you. You knocked two arrows and waited for his lead.
“Whenever you’re ready, princess.”
You exhaled and raised your bow. You again took your time to focus and aim. Ser Harwin hardly made a sound next to you other than the soft exhale of his breath. You could feel his eyes on you but did you best to ignore it, instead picking your target. You closed your eyes as you took in a breath, opening them and holding as you finished lining up your shot, and exhaled swiftly as the arrows left your hold.
The sound the stag made as it dropped to the ground squeezed your heart. Ser Harwin hollered beside you, rising from the ground and offering his hand to pull you up beside him. You took it, giving your wobbly knees time to steady before letting go. “Incredible,” he breathed. He began walking toward where the stag lie and you trailed behind.
You could tell that the stag wasn’t yet dead. A shiver ran down your spine and you looked up at Ser Harwin. He was looking down at the stag, reaching for his sword. He offered it to you but you shook your head. “Would you…” you started.
He nodded. “Of course.” You turned your head, gritting your teeth together as Ser Harwin put the stag out of its misery. He made swift work of tying it up to bring over to his horse. You stayed, looking at the blood covered dirt.
He approached so silently from behind that you almost jumped out of your skin. “Shall we return to camp?”
You looked up at the stars, twinkling brightly on this clear night. “Could we stay a while?”
“I’ll get a fire going.”
You walked to a small clearing, sitting with your back propped against a downed tree. Ser Harwin was quick to get the fire started and the blaze felt good, as the loss of the sun was quickly beginning to cool you. He covered you with a cloak and you thanked him, readjusting until your body was mostly covered. You suddenly felt exhausted, eyes fluttering.
“You may sleep, princess,” his voice dropped to almost a whisper. You pulled the cloak tighter into your curled shape. You stopped fighting the droop of your eyes and instead let them close. Ser Harwin’s solid body pressed against your right side and you accepted the support he offered, your bundled form falling against him. He wrapped his arm around you and you resisted the urge to bury your face into his side.
When you awoke a few hours later you were curled in a ball on the ground, a sleeping roll underneath you. The fire had died down and your knight was on another roll beside you, sleeping soundly. You shivered, blaming the chill air of the night for rousing you. You crawled over to the fire, blowing on it to breath some life into your only heat source.
The sound of movement behind you stopped you dead in your tracks. “You alright, princess?” Ser Harwin’s sleep laced voice rang out. Your turned and nodded. “Cold, Ser.”
He rose, adding some wood to the fire and getting more kindling to catch. It crackled back to life and you closed your eyes as the heat stripped your face of any moisture. The knight moved both of your sleeping rolls a bit closer to the fire and you got settled again, staring into the stars and trying to pick out the various constellations that you had read in books the maesters had borrowed to you.
You caught Ser Harwin laying back down on his roll out of the corner of your eye. “Can you name them?” he asked you.
“Some, though I always liked making my own names for them.”
He chuckled, shifting his body on his side to face you. You stayed on your back but turned your head to him. He looked as drowsy as you felt, but a small grin graced his face.
“Thanks aga…” you started but Ser Harwin shook his head and held up a hand to you.
“None of that now. If anything, I should be thanking you. The rest of the festivities will pale in comparison to the thrill of tonight.”
You bit your lip and turned back to face the stars. Their twinkle was mesmerizing, like the stories of magic and wonder that you were told as a child, they held you in a sort of trance.
The knight slowly reached out, brushing the backside of his knuckles against your cheek. Your eyes flitted closed as you memorized the feel of his fingers on your skin. “Good night, princess,” he all but whispered before the touch of his hand was replaced with the chill of the night. He readjusted until he was comfortable, his breathing softening and steadying as he fell back into slumber. You were quick to follow.
Thrawn requested your company through the rest of the day in order to have you available for any questions he might have. You trailed behind him as he ordered his men around effortlessly. Some were scrounging in the woods around you, some were working on repairs. Others were guarding the perimeter that had been set up. The plan was to shut the backup power on the ship off at night when work had ceased and only to turn it on when work began again at daybreak.
You warned Thrawn that it got dangerously cold at night in the fall in this part of the country, especially now after the flare.
He did not seemed too concerned at this, as his men would return to their bunks at night unless they were on perimeter patrol. He mentioned that there was a place for you, too, to sleep on the ship and refused when you offered to sleep in the warehouse instead.
“Absolutely not. You may not be one of my men, but you are under my protection now and I will not have you sleeping out here alone.”
You wanted to mention that there in fact would be troops outside and that you may feel slightly more comfortable in semi-familiar territory (as you had been used to sleeping in whatever abandoned buildings or caves you could find) but you decided not to say anything. You had a feeling if you said what you were thinking, he would insist that you sleep in the ship anyways.
The sun was soon setting and your stomach groaned. You only had a breakfast of some foraged berries this morning and although you were used to eating light, it had been at least 12 hours since your last meal. Thrawn turned around to face you, chuckling slightly. The man he had been speaking to looked like you, but was not from Earth. He was in a greenish gray uniform, one of the men who had been working on repairs inside of the ship. “This is Ensign Eli Vanto, my translator and friend.” Thrawn gave Eli your name and he bowed slightly.
When Eli excused himself, you looked up curiously at Thrawn. “Translator?”
He hummed in response. “Yes, in the part of space I am from, we speak a language far removed from the common tongue. Although I was vaguely familiar with Galatic Basic, Eli was from a planet near to mine and we both could speak a different, common language. He then was assigned as my translator.”
You assumed Galatic Basic was like English, because you had been communicating with Thrawn this whole time without Eli.
“Once the ship is repaired and we are back on mission, I will do my best to tell you all about the galaxy. Eli will be able to fill in whatever I cannot.”
You murmured a thanks. “I would like to learn about your planet,” you said softly.
Thrawn seemed surprised at your statement. “I’d be happy to share it with you.”
You both walked in silence the rest of the way to where some men where preparing dinner. There were at least 10 fires going with large cauldron-like pots balanced on top of them. A thick, delicious smelling soup was inside, although you already knew that you would be unfamiliar with the ingredients. Thrawn had ordered all perishables to be used for dinner.
You were impressed by the efficiency of the men. They were clearly used to feeding a ship full of people, but still. Multiple tables had been moved outside of the ship to hold trays, plates, bowls, silverware as well as foods you did not recognize. What you assumed was fruits, vegetables and other side dishes.
Thrawn must have noticed how wide your eyes had become because he gently put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You hadn’t realized how cold the end of the day was becoming until you felt the heat radiating from him. “Don’t worry if there is something you try and do not like. It took me a while to become familiar with my food preferences.”
You realized based on his last comment and this one that his part of space must really be separate from the Empire that he talked about. You had seen other men in his crew that did not look human-like, and more of what you had imagined aliens might look like, but there was nobody else so far of those you had seen that had looked like him.
At one point, he had gone through the same thing you were going through now.
Thrawn led the way, being the Captain allowed him the first meal. You being an honored guest meant you got to follow behind him. He passed you a tray with an empty bowl, plate and silverware on it. “If I may make a suggestion?”
You nodded in response. He hummed approvingly. “I’ll pick out your food based on my own personal preferences. If you see something you take interest in that I’ve missed, please add it to your tray.”
You nodded again and Thrawn’s lips curled upward. You followed close to him as he loaded both of your trays up with the same exact meal. You saw something that looked like raspberries that you added to you plate. At the end of the lineup, one of the workers filled both of your bowls with the chowder.
You followed Thrawn to a log not far away and were surprised when he sat on the ground, his back against the log. You both ate in silence next to each other, apart from the inquiries he had about the food’s taste. You were surprised at how much you liked everything on your tray, trying a bit of it all.
You became full rather quickly and knew that you should stop eating. This was entirely way more food than you had been used to in years.
“Everything alright?” he asked between bites.
“Very good, thank you. I’m just not.. not used to eating this much. I don’t want to get sick.”
Eli joined the both of you in that moment. He slid down on the other side of you against the log.
You listened as the men talked while eating about the state of the ships repairs so far. It sounded optimistic to you, but you knew that in reality you had absolutely no idea what most of it meant.
One of the soldiers started a fire in front of the three of you after the sun went down. Another man took your, Thrawn’s and Eli’s tray.
You looked across the encampment at your fellow Earthlings. They had been given a small tray filled with food to share amongst themselves, eating with hands bound in front of them.
Thrawn grabbed your attention when he noticed you observing them. “Do you have any suggestions on what we should do with them?”
You shook your head no. The laws of men no longer existed. “What would happen if they did this in the Empire?” you asked.
“They would be.. executed.”
You shivered, even with the heat of the fire and Thrawn’s body heat at your side. Though you weren’t touching each other, it was radiating off of him in a blaze against you.
“What would happen to them if your planet wasn’t in ruin?” came a voice from the other side of you.
Thrawn tsked at Eli’s carelessness even though he himself had admitted to you that your planet was dying just after meeting you. Thrawn noticed when you tensed up.
“They would probably be jailed,” you thought aloud.
The three of you looked over at your fellow humans. “We do have a brig, though I do not want them on the ship,” Thrawn admitted.
“We will watch them, for now. Depending on their behavior, we will let them go when the time comes for us to leave.”
You weren’t sure if he was saying that for you or Eli.
You watched the flames of the fire while Eli and Thrawn resumed talking about the plan for leaving. At one point you shivered and Thrawn immediately stretched his arm out behind you on the log. He was barely brushing against your back, but it was enough to warm you a little more.
Eventually Eli left to get some shut eye, leaving just you and Thrawn. You both sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the night. If it weren’t for the bustling of his men around the various scattered fires or the patrols off in the distance, you might have fallen asleep out here next to him.
“Why don’t I show you to your room?”
You looked up at his eyes, shining and reflecting the fire. You nodded and he stood gracefully in one movement. He held his hand out towards you and easily picked you up on your feet when you gave him yours.
This time you walked just past what you remembered to be Thrawn’s office door. As the backup power was now off, he had to use one of those suction cup thingies to open your door. He waved you inside and you walked into the room in front of him.
The room was lovely and big. “Meant for any visiting dignitaries,” he explained, as if reading your mind. “I’m right next door if you need anything.”
Thrawn explained how to use the lantern and then left you to settle in. You unpacked what little you had in your bag — a few snacks (apples, nuts), a tattered, thin blanket, along with your rotating small pile of clothes. You had recently washed them all in a stream and folded them neatly to place into the dresser. You put your 9mm in between the stack.
Thrawn had noticed it earlier in the day and said that you wouldn’t need it while here, but if it made you feel safe, then you were welcome to keep it on your person.
You slipped out of your boots, putting the knife you carried inside under the fluffy pillow on the bed at the end of the room.
You pulled out your toothbrush and the plastic water bottle that you had filled yesterday and poured a little water on it. You swished the brush around your mouth for about two minutes and then put it on the sink top. You flicked your tongue over your teeth to make sure they felt smooth.
You refrained from looking at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, instead opting to change into the clothing you usually slept in — a light pair of joggers and a baggy t-shirt.
You settled into the bed — it was surprisingly comfortable. Even with your blanket on top of you, however, the bedding provided little warmth. Now that you weren’t moving, you were starting to get very cold. You quickly slipped out of bed to put two pairs of socks on your bare feet.
It didn’t seem to help you much. Just as you couldn’t take it anymore and were about to put on every piece of clothing you owned, there was a soft knock at the door. Thrawn called out your name. “May I come in?”
You told him to come in and slipped out of bed to meet him at the door. Your teeth were nearly chattering but you closed your jaw tightly.
“I wanted to make sure you were getting settled.. are you alright?!?” Thrawn’s tone went from calmed to what you imagined was worried soon after he walked inside. You hadn’t seen this much emotion on his face since you had met this morning. He walked up to you and you resisted the urge to bury your face into the heat you knew his body would be giving off. “Your temperature has dropped drastically since I left.”
You couldn’t stop your teeth from chattering when you talked. “I.. its.. c.. c.. cold.. in h.. here.” An uncontrollable shiver ripped through your body.
Thrawn immediately enveloped you in his arms. Your tense body loosened in the warmth of his grip. He had changed out of his uniform and was wearing a tight black shirt and black pants similar to yours. You could see that his body was rather defined now that he wasn’t hidden under all that armor.
“This won’t do,” he said under his breath. You shivered again, but no longer because you were cold. You let out a small yelp when he picked you up bridal style. With one hand, he closed the door to your room and opened the door to his, the other supporting your weight.
After closing his door behind him, he carried you through his quarters. Past his desk in the door you had seen earlier, was a short hallway. Connected was a training room, bathroom and bedroom that you could see in your quick pass through.
He sat in his bed against the headboard, with you still in his arms. He positioned you in his lap and then brought his blankets up and around the both of you.
“Apologies, I did not realize. You warned me it would be cold for you tonight and I didn’t know the extent of it.”
You shook your head. “I mean it as a warning for everyone, but.. thank you.”
“I hope this doesn’t bother you, but it was my.. instinctual response.”
You didn’t want to admit how nice it felt to be touched by another person again after so long so instead you told him that it was okay with you.
He had one arm wrapped around you, supporting your back and reached onto his bedside table for a small looking tablet. When you peered at the screen, there was a bunch of letters arranged in words you did not recognize.
“I usually update my daily log at the end of the night. If it aggravates you, please let me know.”
You were surprised at the events that had transpired in the last few minutes. Not that he had been rude to you at all today, quite the opposite, but his attitude and demeanor were entirely different than they had been all day. Although you had seen a little bit more of his softer side when you had been alone with him, he had remained fairly impassive all day. He was commanding when talking to his men (well, except for Eli).
Now here he was, hoping not to disturb you after carrying you into his quarters. Keeping you warm, in his lap, in his bed. It was unexpected to say the least.
“I don’t mind,” you told him.
He began softly speaking in another language and as he did so, writing filled his tablet. You were mesmerized by it even if you had absolutely no idea what he was saying. He would pause every once in a while, or erase a few lines and change something.
His voice startled you out of your stupor. “Feel free to ask me anything, if you have questions.”
You hummed. “What are your people called?”
“Chiss. I’m from a planet called Rentor, in the Unknown Regions.”
You nodded at his pad. “And is this your native tongue?”
“Yes, its called Cheunh.”
You settled against his a little more. “It’s very pretty.”
He turned to face you a little more. “Really? Most other species I’ve encountered think it is harsh to the ears.”
You shook your head. “I don’t think so.”
He paused for a moment. “Are you warm enough?”
You nodded against his chest. After a few moments of silence, he continued his entry. When you heard your name, you looked up at him.
“Just recording everything that happened today,” he explained.
You listened to him for a bit longer, watched the letters appear on the screen, before the drowsiness pulled your eyes closed.
“Thrawn?”
“Mmm?”
You paused as you thought how to phrase your question. “Are you the only one of your kind in the Empire? Chiss, I mean.”
“..Yes.”
You understood it a little better now. You were both alone in your own ways and he recognized that piece of himself in you.
You were curious as to what he was saying every time you heard your name brought up, but were too tired to ask. You weren’t sure if that would be pushing it either, however you had a feeling that he was willing to answer most of your questions.
Your breathing was starting to slow down, you mouth slightly agape. You hadn’t opened your eyes since you initially shut them. You heard a light clank as Thrawn reached over and set his tablet back down on the table beside his bed. He shifted you off his lap and over to the side of the bed that you both weren’t currently occupying. You were hardly aware of what was happening, as sleep overcame you.
An alien ship lands on Earth after electrical failure. You have been surviving alone, the planet being struck by an EMP-like solar flare years prior. What happens when you meet the inhabitants of this ship on your travels?
a/n: Thrawn probably is and will be OOC during this series. also, as the story progresses i’m definitely bound to get things wrong and probably accidentally add something that’s actually from star trek (so apologies!) loosely inspired by the Voyager episode ‘Gravity’ and a book I recently finished!
You saw the crash before you heard the explosion.
It had been a long time since something had lit up the sky that wasn’t the moon, sun or auroras. You weren’t very far away from the crash site, you could tell. Although, admittedly, you were still bad at measuring distances. It was on your way southbound anyways - as it was fall, and winter and the first snow would be fast approaching.
You arms tightened around the smooth handle of your walking stick, one of your favorite found items. You preferred to think of them in this manner, rather than “looting” or “stealing”. Could they even be considered that if their owner was no longer there to use them? You didn’t think so, at least.
It took twenty minutes before you were close enough to see the smoke rising out of the giant space... ship. You felt a shudder rip through your body. You know exactly what you saw but it was still a concept you had to wrap your brain around. Believing for nearly your whole life that out there, somewhere, other life had to exist... and actually seeing it with your own eyes were two different things.
You instinctually began walking lower to the ground, closer to the shrubbery and trees, checking your hip for the well hidden, small 9mm you kept on you at all times. You knew you had few bullets left and would not use it unless you really needed to. There was a knife in the inside of your boot that you would try to use instead but only if the situation called for it.
You could make out many white, helmeted figures from here. At least, you assumed that was armor and not their actual bodies. There was also one, deep, calm voice alongside a fair amount of shouting that you couldn’t quite see. You walked in a semi circle, closer to the voices. There was a lot of brush, thankfully, that you could hide yourself in.
When you were close enough to see the event that was unfolding, you instinctively held your breath. There was the spaceship, in all her glory, smoking and partially buried in the ground. You were surprised there wasn’t more outward and obvious damage, but you weren’t sure of the full extent of the electrical failure or how far from the planet it had reach. Many of those white figures were scattered around, holding some sort of weapon in the direction of the action.
The shouting figures, which were now only a few feet from you, were holding weapons you recognized. Even with their backs fully or partially turned from you, you could tell that the three of them were human. Two men, who had their weapons pointed towards select armored white aliens, and one woman. She had a short-barreled shotgun that was pointed at the tallest of the aliens.
His crimson eyes caught your attention first and you released your breath at the sight of them. They were dark, reminding you of the Red Delicious apples you had stored in your pack. His vibrant blue skin contrasted harshly against his eyes and his pitch colored hair and uniform. His hair was short and slicked back but a few strands were hanging over his face. He seemed humanoid apart from his angular face, but even with that, if he wasn’t blue he might actually pass for human.
You realized the woman wasn’t shouting at him, but the uniformed men around him. Their weapons were pointed at the three humans but they were taking no action.
“We want all the food and supplies out of that ship, now!” she shouted. “If we don’t get it in five minutes, I’ll take big blue here down!”
You were close enough to see the jaw in the tall blue alien’s mouth tighten. He pinched his lips together tightly before responding in a cool, calm voice. “As I have already stated, my men will not respond to your demands. Neither will I, for that matter.”
The woman began shouting again. You bit your lip and wondered if you had gone mad for what you were considering doing. You didn’t even give yourself time to think if this was the smart move before you picked up the palm-sized rock that was on the ground beside you. There was a large, wooden warehouse on your right where one of the human men had been standing beside, weapon ready. You were about 30 feet away from it from your current position.
You wound your arm back and threw that rock with everything you had. It smashed through a wood panel, making a sharp cracking noise. All heads momentarily turned, except for the blue alien, who’s line of sight was now firmly focused in your direction. You had already taken off from the bushes, walking stick in hand, when you realized he was looking directly at you.
While everyone else’s attention was still focused on the dilapidated warehouse, you spun your walking stick behind your back and then quickly whipped it back in front of you, hitting the woman with the shotgun square in the head. Your walking stick shattered where it connected with her. She crashed into the ground with a bloodcurdling scream and you grabbed the shotgun she dropped. All eyes were now on you as you pointed it at her.
“Drop your weapons, you two,” you yelled, partially out of breath, eyes still focused on the woman on the ground. You poked her with the barrel of the gun. “Tell them,” you warned her.
She nodded her head and looked around at the two men. You heard the familiar crunch of grass as the two weapons were dropped, but your eyes were still focused on her. Then you heard the shrieks of the men and a sickening crunching sound that followed. Two of the white armored men now approached either side of you, weapons drawn. The blue alien was still silent, but he put his hand up towards his men. They lowered their weapons instantly.
He motioned for you to back up and you did just that. The two armored men flung their weapons behind their backs and went towards the woman on the ground. They restrained her before you finally drew your attention fully to the tall man in front of you. He had stepped closed to you now that you were hanging onto the shotgun with one loose hand, the barrel almost brushing against the grass.
He held a large, cerulean hand out to you. His eyes had seemed to lighten. “If I may,” he started, “it will take my men off edge.”
You nodded and passed the weapon over to him. He held it in both hands, studying it for a moment, before handing it to one of his men.
“Why did you betray your people?”
You looked from his hands back up to his eyes, your voice suddenly gone.
You bit your lip and looked around you, fully realizing the situation you had now put yourself in.
A handful of the armored men had restrained the three humans but the rest were looking at you and the alien. They still had their weapons drawn, and although they weren’t pointed in your direction, you knew that they easily could be.
“Th.. they weren’t my people,” you stammered, looking back into his vibrant eyes.
He tilted his head slightly. “Hmm.” He took his time, looking you up and down before doing the same to them. “They resemble you. Are you of a different race?”
“N.. no. I, uh,” you struggled on how to explain. You bit your lip again. “We are all humans, from this planet, yes. But I do not know them personally.”
Another hmm escaped his lips as you wondered how on this good earth you could even understand what he was saying to you. “I am still perplexed,” he admitted. “What would compel you to help me?”
You looked down at your feet after he asked you this. You honestly weren’t sure what surged through you in what had only happened moments earlier. You looked back up at him, directly in his eyes. “I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I have never seen an alien before and I didn’t want you to think we were all bad.”
His eyebrows scrunched together at your response, giving you what you could only describe as a quizzical look. It was as if he was trying to figure you out entirely by solely examining you. He took a step towards you.
“You have never met another who wasn’t from your own planet?”
You shook you head. “Before the blackout, it was a widely debated topic whether or not there was extraterrestrial life somewhere in space.”
He smiled at your response. “Well, I’m happy to inform you, there are many different life forms, spread across millions of light years.”
He watched your eyes light up at this statement. You couldn’t help but look up at the sky above you. You felt infinitesimally small in that moment.
“I am Thrawn, Captain of the Thunder Wasp.”
You looked back at him and gave your name.
“I am unsure of how your people greet one another, however it is a pleasure, nonetheless.”
You held you hand out towards him without thinking at his response. Some of his men tightened their grip on their weapons at your action and you flinched. He looked towards them and shook his head. He slowly mimicked your action, bringing his hand out but not quite touching you.
You grasped his hand, slow enough that he could pull back if he was uncomfortable. You looked in his eyes and smiled, slowly shaking his hand up and down. His hand was large, enveloping yours easily. He was incredibly warm to the touch. “Nice to meet you, Captain.”
He caught on to your action, bringing his hand up and down in a synchronous motion with you. When you both released your light grip, he smiled back at you. “Please, Thrawn is sufficient. I am not your commanding officer, but a visitor to your planet.”
After this interaction, Thrawn’s men separated, leaving the two of you to yourselves. There were still four guards with the other humans and only then did you bring your attention to them.
“Dirty bitch,” the woman spat at you and as soon as she did, one of the guards knocked her in the back of the head. A shudder ripped through your body after witnessing this.
Thrawn called out your name and you focused your attention back to him. “If I could borrow you a moment, I have some questions I would like to ask.”
You shook your head in affirmation. He turned on his heel, hands firmly clasped behind his back as he walked towards his ship. You left your walking stick on the ground as you followed behind him.
The ship was tilted sideways slightly, it’s nose buried in the ground while it’s backside was raised a little above. You approached the side of the ship, where two of his soldiers were standing in position beside a door.
At the Captain’s approach, they grasped what appeared to be suction cups on each individual door. The pulled and the door split open in the middle and Thrawn walked towards it, taking a large step up into the ship easily with his elongated legs. Upon realizing you would struggle a lot more to get in than he would, he bent down and reached a hand out towards you.
You didn’t hesitate as you put your hand into his and one foot on the floor of the ship. It was angled just above your waist and you could feel the stretch burn the back of your thigh. The sensation didn’t last long as Thrawn hoisted you into the ship, seemingly using little energy on his part. He dropped your hand as soon as you were steady and the doors were manually shut behind you.
The corridors were lit with dim red lights along the wall. Shadows bounced as you and Thrawn navigated through the ship. His skin looked almost iridescent in here.
You followed him through many different corridors until he paused in front of a door. He pulled a card out from somewhere in his uniform that he swiped against the panel next to the door and it slide open automatically. Same at the doors outside, just without someone manually pulling it apart.
You looked around as you followed behind him. You were in a large room that resembled an office and had another closed door leading to somewhere else along the wall. There were many different pieces of what you would describe as art scattered through the room along with a giant desk. It had two large, comfortable looking chairs settled on either side.
Thrawn pulled out the chair that had its back facing the door you had just entered, clearly made for whoever was visiting the owner of this desk, which you could only assume was the man in front of you himself. Once you had settled in the chair, which threatened to swallow you whole, Thrawn settled into the seat across from you.
He started by asking you what exactly you had meant by the ‘blackout’ you had mentioned earlier. You did your best to explain what little you knew of it, telling him that a few years prior the sun had sent out a solar flare strong enough to act as an EMP, effectively wiping out all electronics, everywhere, and sending humans back to the stone age. Thrawn listened to you intently, without interruptions as you did your best to work through what information you had gathered through the years. You ended your long explanation by telling him that approximately once every 30 days, another solar flare would hit the Earth for roughly 12 hours and restore most of the electronics during that time. You could tell it was approaching by the aurora that would brighten the sky the night before.
You both sat silently as Thrawn chewed through the information you had just given him. Finally, he simply said, “That explains some things.”
You waited patiently for his next question while he formulated it. You had trouble keeping your eyes off of him, but didn’t want to come off as rude, so you looked around the room every once in a while.
Thrawn called out your name softly while you were staring at a painting situated over his left shoulder. If it wasn’t eerily silent on the ship, you might not have heard it. You looked over at him. He was examining you as if you were that painting hung on the wall. Finally, after a minute that seemed like an hour, he asked what your plans were.
“Well, winter is fast approaching. I aim to keep heading south where it will be warm during the season.” You looked down at your feet. “I have found it best to keep migrating through the years. Staying in one place invites danger,” you practically whispered.
“Are you all alone?”
You held back the emotional outburst that threatened to rip through you at that question. You shook your head in confirmation.
“How long?”
You swallowed hard. “7, maybe 8 seasons.”
You could feel Thrawn’s pity even if you weren’t looking at him, even though if you had looked at him you would have only outwardly seen stoicism.
“When do you expect the next flare to hit?” he asked you after a few silent moments.
You looked up at him for the first time in a while. His red eyes were soft, the color nearly washed out compared to the first time you saw him. He had folded his hands on top of his desk and was hunched over — or what a military man like him probably considered hunched over. His back was still pretty stick straight.
You pondered his question. “If I had to guess, 10... maybe 12 days. I don’t keep track very well anymore and sometimes it doesn’t follow an exact pattern. But it always happens, eventually.”
Thrawn nodded. “Would you be willing to stay with us while we repair the ship?”
Your mouth fell open. Sensing your confusion he added, “You are the only one who knows this planet, we could use your expertise.”
You bit your lip so hard you tasted metal.
Thrawn continued, voice near a whisper. “I will take you off this dying planet in return.”
His transition from ‘us’ to ‘I’ didn’t go unnoticed by you. You still sat there, silently processing his question.
You took a sharp breath in and let it out shakily. Tears prickled at your eyes.
How could you leave the only home you had ever known, if Thrawn and his men could even get their ship working again in the first place?
How could you survive out there, in space? A place you didn’t know... none of your people really knew, where you didn’t belong.
Where would you go? What would you do?
But you had no one and nothing left here.
You gave him your answer and you could have swore you saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in response.
Anakin and Obi-Wan. Kenobi and Skywalker. From the beginning of the Clone Wars, the phrase Kenobi and Skywalker has become a single word. […] Blade-to-blade, they were identical. After thousands of hours in lightsaber sparring, they knew each other better than brothers, more intimately than lovers; they were complementary halves of a single warrior.
ANAKIN SKYWALKER and OBI-WAN KENOBI in
STAR WARS: REVENGE OF THE SITH
2005, dir. George Lucas
(Happy Birthday, @elivanto! 💙)
Javier offers himself as a consultant to the new CIA agent in Colombia after learning her Spanish needs some work.
warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, my own relatively poor spanish
rating: E (18+ minors DNI)
a/n: enjoy this hot lil dream I had x
“Who’s the new girl?” Javier questioned. Steve shrugged his shoulders, still looking at the file in his hands. “CIA, I think.”
Javier scratched the back of his head and looked back down at the paperwork that littered his desk. He couldn’t resist peering up at you again through his lashes. You looked out of place, as if you were too put together. Your hair was tied back effortlessly, black skirt brushing dangerously above your knees. The top two buttons on your crisp white shirt were undone. Javier sucked in a breath. You looked anything but typical CIA.
“Wher are you going?” Steve called out after Javi.
“Stretching my legs!” he called back.
Javier trailed behind the group you were walking in. He examined the curve of your legs, elongated by the burgundy pumps you were wearing. Your skin looked soft, supple. He could tell you took care of yourself. He continued to make himself look busy in case you happened to turn around and stopped himself as you entered the CIA section of the Embassy.
Steve was smiling down at his paperwork, chucking, when he noticed Javier return. “You get some good intel?”
Javier shrugged. “Shut up, Murphy.”
After a few hours of shuffling through files, images and more reports than you wished to imagine, you got up from your new desk and walked to the common area. The coffee pot had been drained and you released your held breath. Your flight in last night had been delayed and with all the excitement of starting a new job today, you had barely slept last night. You fumbled around the nearby sink, looking to replace the empty pot.
“Do you require some assistance?” a voice behind you asked.
Startled, you took a deep breath in to still your heart, pounding through your shirt. You turned around to a handsome, dark haired man. “Yes,” you answered honestly. “I’m in desperate need of some more coffee.”
The man chuckled. “Well, you’re in luck, I happen to be an expert barista.”
You waved your hand towards the coffee pot. “By all means.”
He reached out his hand. “Javier Peña, DEA.”
“Y/N L/N, CIA.” You placed your hand in his and shook it gently.
Javier took a few scoops of the ground coffee beans you missed hiding behind the large coffee pot. “So,” he hummed, “what is it you do for the CIA here in Colombia?”
“Analytics,” you replied without missing a beat.
“Oh?” Javier perked up. “What exactly are you analyzing?”
You chuckled to yourself, leaning your ass against the sink and crossing your arms softly against your chest. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Agent Peña?”
You heard him chuckle, too. He grabbed a mug out of the countertops above the pot and pointed it at you. “Cream? Sugar?”
You smiled at him and responded with your preference. When he was done with your cup, he handed it to you. You wrapped your fingers around it, closing your eyes and inhaling the scent. He poured himself a cup and motioned for you to sit with him at a nearby table.
“Uh oh, what are they gonna think of us? CIA and DEA intermingling?” you joked. Javi smiled into his mug.
“How are you enjoying Colombia so far?” he asked you.
“Honestly, I only got in last night,” you admitted. You rubbed the back of your neck.
“Ah, so that’s what all that banging around was.”
Your eyes widened. You bit your lip and looked up at him. “I take it you’re next door then?” you asked sheepishly.
Javier chuckled again. “Don’t worry, you weren’t that loud. I just have a mild case of insomnia.”
You mouthed sorry at him and took another sip of your coffee. Javier smiled at you.
“Well,” you stood up from your chair. “I better get back to work.”
“Hasta luego,” Javier responded.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. The sun had set at least an hour ago and you were still buried deep in a Spanish to English dictionary. The one last thing you wanted to go over before leaving had ended up taking you way longer than you had expected. Your highest level of Spanish knowledge stopped in the 10th grade and you weren’t making progress very fast with your dictionary.
“You’re here late.”
You gasped, jumping off the edge of your seat. You legs banged against the underside of your desk.
You looked up from your desk to see Javier leaning against the doorframe of your office. His tie had been loosened, suit jacket nowhere to be seen. He smoothed down his mustache with his fingertips.
“I could say the same to you.”
He smiled at you. “Sorry for startling you.” He took a few steps into your office, looking down at your desk. “You know the Embassy doesn’t pay overtime, right?” he raised his brow.
You quickly covered the documents that were scattered around your desk. You bit your lower lip. “I am aware.”
“Then what exactly are you doing in here so late?”
You smiled up at him. “You know I can’t tell you that.”
He tapped your Spanish to English dictionary a few times. “¿Necesita ayuda?” Do you need help?
You laughed. “No,” you drawled out.
“Is that the only word you know in Spanish?” he joked.
“....No,” you couldn’t stop the laugh bubbling in your chest. Javi watched you closely as you bit your lip again. “Look, this job was kind of a last minute thing,” you admitted. “I’m not as prepared as I would like to be.”
Javi held his hand out for you. You grabbed it and let him help you up from your chair.
“Well I don’t know about you,” he started, “but I’m starving.” He walked out of your office and you trailed behind him. “I’ll give you a ride back to our places and we can pick up some food on the way? Maybe work on your Español?”
You pushed a pointed finger in his chest. “If this is your way of schmoozing some CIA information out of me, it’s not going to work Agente Peña.” Your lips curled upwards.
“Ah,” he exhaled, grabbing your finger in his large hand. “Two words then?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes and he smirked at you, dropping your hand from his. You followed him out of the building and to his Embassy appointed vehicle.
This is how your work nights ended everyday for almost a month. You worked until the sun would set, when you and Javier happened to always be the last ones in the building. You never asked why he was always staying late like you, but you had your suspicions. He would take you home with him, usually picking up some takeout on the way but a few rare times, he would cook for you. You would chat about your lives and what you could about work, but most importantly, Javier would help you with your Spanish. He never laughed at your pronounciations, only gently correcting you when you needed it. You were very grateful to him, as although you still weren’t a very fluent speaker, you had a lot easier time understanding and reading Spanish.
“Siempre te muerde el labio cuando te concentras”.
You looked up at him from your spot on his couch. You had a book of Colombian history settled in your lap. “I do what now when I concentrate?” you giggled.
Javi sat down next to you, his leg against yours. He finger brushed against your lower lip. “El labio,” he breathed.
“Lip,” you replied lowly.
Javi slowly leaned in towards you. You closed your eyes, mouth open slightly, but didn’t back away from him. His lips brushed against yours and you felt his teeth bite softly down onto your lower lip.
“Morder,” he whispered as his teeth let go.
“Bite,” you replied breathlessly, eyes still closed.
“Muy bien querida.” Javi grabbed the side of your face with his large hands. “Abre los ojos,” he commanded gently.
You opened your eyes and looked up at him. He was still holding you, eyes darkened. “Your Spanish is improving.”
You released a held breath and shook your head in agreement.
“Shall I... continue with the lesson?”
You paused, studying his face. You couldn’t help but to instinctually bite you lip. You shook your head again, words having escaped you. You could feel a knot forming in your lower abdomen, heat spreading throughout your entire body. Your cheeks felt warm.
Javier began slowly unbuttoning your shirt. “Botón,” he breathed.
“Button.” You sucked in a breath and held it.
Javier brought his mouth to your neck and bit gently, hands still working on your shirt. “Cuello,” he said in between bites.
It took you longer to respond this time. “Neck,” you exhaled. You were clenching your thighs together tightly, on instinct.
Javier’s lips traveled back up to yours and he kissed you slowly, passionately. His fingers had finished with your shirt and trailed along the edge of your skirt. It sent a shiver through your spine.
Javier broke off the kiss and you almost moaned. “Beso.”
He waited for your breathless reply before he continued. “Kiss.”
He brought his lips back to yours, hands unclasping your skirt. It was loose enough for him to trail along your panty, feeling the lace under his rough fingertips. If he went any lower, he would feel the wetness that was pooling below, between your legs.
He broke off the kiss again. “Quítate la ropa,” he commanded.
You did as he asked, quickly shedding your shirt and skirt. Javier did the same, leaving the both of you in only your underwear. He leaned back in with another kiss and unclasped your bra. You managed to shrug it off as his mouth stayed on yours. He cupped your breast in his hand, gently squeezing and playing with your nipples.
“Seno,” he said, looking into your eyes as he brought his mouth to your nipple. When you didn’t reply he stopped what he was doing called out your name. “Seno,” he repeated.
“Breast.”
Javier went back to work, mouth on one and hand on the other. You closed your eyes and arched your back, your foot rubbing against his leg. You could feel the tightness in your abdomen spreading lower and lower.
Javier began trailing kisses down your stomach. He stopped and put his finger under the rim of your panty and you lifted up to help him slide it off. His kisses started back up again, his moustache lightly scratching you.
He stopped after kissing your clit and looked up at you again. “Chocha.” He licked his lips in anticipation of your reply. You bit your lip and nodded for him to continue.
He called out your name as a warning. “Don’t tell me you want me to stop the lesson?” he questioned. You shook your head no, teeth digging furiously into your bottom lip. He smiled up at you. “If you stop, I’ll stop,” he threatened.
You wanted to roll your eyes at him but you simply smiled and shook your head. “Pussy,” you whispered.
That was all the confirmation from you that he needed to continue. His mouth explored your folds effortlessly. Your hands dug into the fabric of his couch, fingers clenched so tight you worried they would never leave the state you had them in. Your breath grew ragged and you struggled to keep yourself quiet.
Javier brought two fingers to your mouth and gently pushed them inside. You soaked them in saliva as best you could before he took them away. He started rubbing circles on you before he eased them inside of you, his tongue still expertly working it’s way around your clit.
Moans escaped you with every breath out. Javier’s fingers picked up the pace and your back strained into a perfect arch. “Javi, please,” you begged him. He hummed in response, refusing to leave your body. “Javi,” you whined, desperate. “Please.”
He raised his head and looked up at you with dark eyes. You could see the strain of his bulge against his boxers. “Yes, querida?”
You rubbed the back of your foot against his length. “Fuck. Me,” you whispered.
Javi’s mouth curled up into a smirk. He ripped his boxers off in one smooth motion and lined himself up to your entrance. He could tell you were soaked and as he slid inside you effortlessly you both let out a loud moan.
He kissed you in between slow pumps, but quickly realized he could pick up his pace. You were gripping the back of his hair in one hand and holding on for dear life onto his tricep with the other. His kisses were needy, sloppy and he eagerly explored your mouth with his tongue.
Eventually Javi grew tired of this position and he flipped you over onto your stomach. You stuck your ass in the air, waiting for his arrival. He pushed down on the back of your head until your cheek was placed firmly on the couch cushion.
He then grabbed your hands and put them against the small of your back. He clasped them in one of his hands and let the other trail along your backside. Once he was ready, he slammed himself back into you. Pure pleasure rippled through your body and you had a hard time keeping yourself pressed up against the couch. The sounds coming out of your mouth were euphoric as Javi continued to pound into you.
Javi’s pace grew faster and faster until you couldn’t stop your squirming. He reached with both hands towards your chest and pulled you into a sitting position against his back, pace slowly slightly. He caressed your front side, trailing up and down with his fingers and biting your neck as he did so.
He pace became less fast and more hard. He was slamming himself into you now that you couldn’t help but clench your walls around him. You whimpered his name. “Yes, querida?” he panted.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” you stopped to catch your breath. Javi stuck two fingers back in your mouth and you licked them eagerly. “Procede,” he commanded, rubbing circles on your clit.
After a few moments you lost control, your body giving out as you leaned against Javi for support. He followed not long after you, pulling himself out only after he placed his boxers underneath the both of you in order to catch his cum dripping out of you. You both lay on the couch, Javi’s arms wrapped securely around you.
After a few peaceful moments, Javi spoke up. Chuckling, he said “I think you still need a few more lessons.”
You buried your face in his chest and laughed with him.
