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Emily, She / Her. British and 28. I'm a Forensic graduate, so if you need help to hide a crime. I'm your girl. I write fanfiction and other bits and bobs. Here is my Masterlist My ask and messenger thing-y is always open to talk about anything!

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Recent works: The Witcher: Choose me  - Jaskier x Reader The Witcher: Forgive me (Part two of Choose me) Spiderman: Memories of you Peter Parker X Reader House Of The Dragon: Stubborn Longing (18+ MDNI) Aemond x Reader Marvel’s Fantastic Four: Dropped Hand  Johnny Storm x Reader Marvel’s Fantastic Four: Someday you’ll fall for me Johnny Storm x Reader

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Superman (2025) Enemies to lovers 

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An update

In case any of you are eagerly waiting for my Superman imagine. The reason I haven't posted it is because I was in a car crash and broke my hand! I'm getting better because it was 3 weeks ago but my car is destroyed, so I'm looking for a new one too. Life has been great for me. Sarcasm

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OH MY GOODNESS HIIIII WELCOME BACK YOU DONT KNOW HOW EXCITED I AM TO READ YOUR NEW STUFF YOURE SO TALENTED!!!!

AHHHH! Hello! You've made my day! I will get more stuff out for you soon :D :D

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Someday you'll fall for me

Johnny Storm x Reader

Summary: Johnny Storm knows you will fall for him one day and is willing to wait until you do

Warnings: Suggestive innuendo (No adult content). Fem reader. No use of Y/N. A tiny, tiny bit of angst, but only if you squint. An excessive use of the word sigh (But it's on purpose) Words: 3K

AN: Back at it with Johnny Storm. I'm meant to be writing a Superman imagine and a Stranger Things Fanfic on A03. Johnny Storm won't leave me alone.

"Someday you're going to fall for me," Johnny says ever so casually one day. You looked up from your notes with a raised eyebrow. "Unlikely." You simply said Going back to your notes. "You will." He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You sighed and almost slammed your notes down.

"No, I won't. Firstly, you are a complete flirt and you want every woman you see. I'll just be another name in your long list. Not really my type. Secondly, I work for you. Correction. I work for Reed. You are his brother-in-law. Complete power imbalance. We fight. I get fired. I don't want to be fired."

"Fired?" He gave you a cocky grin. You rolled your eyes at him. "Johnny. I'm working." You reminded him. "See. Do you want to know why I think you'll fall?" You didn't want to entertain him. Not in the slightest, but you were curious. "Why?" "Because your answer was unlikely. Not impossible. Meaning even you think there's a chance."

You wanted to punch him. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." You tried to get back to your notes, but he spoke again. "I think you are beautiful." "Thank you." You didn't look up from your notes. "You think all women are beautiful, so it's not really a compliment." "You'll change your mind." "Impossible." You looked up directly into his eyes. There was a hint of mischief.

------- His attempts never stopped.

"What would you rather?" He walked into your lab. Arms crossed behind his back. "I'd rather you left me alone." You said before he finished. "Be blind or be deaf?" He continued anyway. You were never going to finish your work. "Deaf. So I don't have to listen to your stupid questions." You huffed. "So you still want to be able to see me. I get it. You think I'm hot."

"Johnny." You sighed. "I love it when you sigh my name." He leaned back on a bench. "Stop putting words in my mouth." You put your hands on your hips. "You're right. I'd much rather put dinner in your mouth." "That wasn't as smooth as you think it was. If the women you take to dinner fall for that, then I'm concerned for them." "I haven't taken a woman out for dinner, or anything else. In quite some time."

"Oh no." You were so done with him. "I want to take you out." "Like murder? Or?" "Was that you flirting?" He put his hand to his chest with a fake gasp. "Johnny. No. No, it wasn't." "You're going to fall for me." He sung. "No, I won't."

He made a noise like he did not believe you before leaving.

-------

You were sitting, eating lunch with Sue. Johnny walked in with some coffee. Made exactly the way you like it. "Madame." He held it out. "Thank you, Johnny." It would be impolite not to thank him, especially in front of his sister. "You're welcome." He turned to Sue. "I didn't get you anything." He gave a fake grin. She rolled her eyes.

He continued to stand there. "Do you need something, Johnny?" Sue questioned. "I need this lovely lady to marry me and have 10 children." You almost spat your coffee out. "10?!" You repeated. "Ha! You protest the 10 children but not the marriage." He pointed a finger. "I'm winning."

"Johnny." You warned. He did a little spin and left. "What was all that about?" Sue looked between you and the now shut door. "Johnny is convinced I'm going to fall in love with him. He's been acting like this for days now." "How's it going?" She probed. "Not good in his favour. I'm not interested in being another notch... no offence." You winced when you realised who you were talking to.

"I can't deny he's had his fair share. But when Johnny falls. He falls." She shrugged. "Do you honestly think he's fallen for me?" "Maybe. I mean. I've seen him try and give up. I'd say if he's still like this in a week. He's totally fallen."

-----

You had popped out to get some fresh air. The experiment you had been working on has led you nowhere, and you needed the air to think. The problem was that it was cold out.

You sat on a bench thinking and rubbing your hands together in hopes of generating some heat when a certain flame hero appeared beside you.

"Are you following me?" You looked up at him. "No. I just followed the sound of angels singing and found you. May I?" He pointed to the seat next to you. "You may." He sat down.

"Do you..." You began to ask, but stopped. "What?" "Do you ever get frustrated..." You glared at him when he smirked. "Johnny." "You need to say my name more often." He smiled.

"I'm trying to ask a serious question." You rubbed your hands together. "Go on." He waved his hands. "Do you ever feel frustrated that you're job isn't going well? My experiments have been going wrong all day, and I can't figure out why."

It was his turn to sigh. He gently took your hands. He did it without thinking. He rubbed them together the same way you were. To keep them from the cold. "I'm an astronaut." He focused on your hands. If he looked at your hands right now instead of your eyes. He would feel less vulnerable. "I've been to space once, and you saw what happened. Yes. I know what it feels like."

You moved your hand to hold his properly. "I'm sorry, Johnny, I didn't think. Sometimes I forget. Obviously I know you went to space. But because of 'The Fantastic Four', I forget the reason you went up." "No matter." He shrugged it off. "If I hadn't, I wouldn't be the human torch, and I wouldn't be able to warm up your icicle hands

"Thank you." You smiled at him genuinely. Not something you did often. You didn't hear it, but his breath caught in the back of his throat. "So... do you feel the cold? Can you tell it's cold now or?"

It was his turn to smile. "I can feel the cold. But I change my temperature to compensate. Everything feels the same. Although. Your fingers feel like icicles. Or at least they did before I came to your rescue." "What about the summer?" "The same." "So you're warm all the time?" "Yeah." He seemed lost in thought. Maybe two could play his game. You shouldn't encourage him, but he seemed lost.

"Well, I guess when we spoon, we can't in the summer." You gave a dramatic sigh. He looked at you like a deer in headlights. "What?" You laughed. You couldn't help it. "Oh, you're joking." He realised. "I thought I'd won." "Letting you win would be no fun." You crinkled your nose. "I'd best get back to my experiments. See you later, Johnny." You took your hand back from his. But not without brushing every finger of his.

-----

Damn that Johnny Storm. You couldn't stop thinking about the way he just took your hands to keep them warm. He wasn't even trying to flirt; he was just being nice. Out of everything he's done the past week, this is what got you? All the grand gestures, and it was the one he didn't even think about?

No. You hadn't fallen. No.

"What are you thinking about?" You jumped in fright. You hadn't noticed he had entered your lab. "Johnny." You held your hand to your chest. "Well, yeah. But you're always thinking about me." He pretended to push hair that he didn't have behind his shoulder. "But what else were you thinking about?"

Obviously, you had in fact been thinking about him. But you needed to come up with a lie. "Ben. I was thinking about Ben." "Ben?" He repeated. "Sure. Okay. What were you thinking?" "So if you're always warm. Is he rock inside? Are his organs rock too?" "That's what you're thinking about? What you're so deep into thought that you didn't hear me enter or call out your name twice?"

"These are the questions of the universe. A scientific mind like mine has to know these things." "He's not. It's only his skin that's rock." Johnny sat down on a stool. "Interesting." You nodded.

"So..." He had that mischievous look on his face. "Here we go." You sat down too. "You thought about that question because you thought about me. Which means sometimes you think about me." "You just said I always think about you." You pointed out. "Yeah, but I was joking... unless it's not a joke?" The last part, his voice went slightly higher. Almost the sound of hope.

"Johnny." You sighed again. "Why do you want me to fall so badly? Just to say you won? What would you do if I did? Move on to the next challenge?"

He looked down at the floor. Then back up at you. "I'd take your hand." He did in fact take your hand. "I'd pull you close and never let you go." "Until the next girl." You scoffed, pulling your hand away. "There is no next girl." "Johnny. I'm not buying it. I'm sorry, but no. You're a friend, but I'm not blind. You've said yourself. You love women."

He stood up and began to walk away. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand before turning back to you. "Do you remember the day you came into the labs. It had been raining, and you hadn't dressed for it, so Sue rangled up clothes, and she found you that oversized Fantastic Four sweater? You had to wear it all day. It was far too long. It looked like a dress. Every time someone looked at you, you burst out laughing because you actually loved it."

"Yeah. I remember. I still wear it to bed sometimes. That was a year ago." "That was it. That was when I fell for you. And I fell hard. Harder than I've ever fallen before. Check the visitor log. The security log. I've not had a female guest since that day. I know I can't force you to love me. I know I've had more girlfriends than you can count on your fingers. But I had hoped you, my friend, would believe me." And he walked out of your lab.

----

Johnny stopped coming around to your lab every day. In fact it had been about a week since you saw him. You hated to admit this, but you missed him. You found yourself looking towards the door. Waiting for his distraction. His weird little questions or declarations of love.

At your next lunch date with Sue, she knew something was wrong. "What's up?" She tilted her head. She reached out and held your wrist; your hand was gripping onto your drink. Knuckles white.

"I think I messed up." You admitted. "I upset Johnny." You were suddenly worried about what his big sister would say to that. But she remained calm. "I wondered what had happened. He's been spending most of his time in his room listening to music... loudly." The way she looked at you told you all she needed to know.

"He was still trying to get me to fall for him. And I told him that... I told him that I knew what he was like with women, and I didn't want to be the next until someone else came along. He said I was the one, and I basically said... I didn't believe him." You closed your eyes in frustration with yourself  "Oh. Ouch." Sue sat back. She wasn't sure what to say. He was her little brother, but she also knew what he was like.

"It gets worse." You warned. "As he left. The last thing he told me was he's been in love with me since that day in the rain, and you got me that oversized sweater." "That was a year ago." "I know." You winced, running your hands down your face. "He said he's never fallen so hard, and he's not been on a date since."

Sue looked into the distance for a moment. "Come to think about it. He's right. I haven't seen him with a girl in a long time..." "Sue, I feel awful." You admitted. "Right." She sat forward. "He can't make you love him. Only you can decide that. Don't let this sway your mind. Before this argument. How did you feel about him?"

"When he first started his plan, I... Yeah. I've always thought he was attractive." You tried not to blush at telling his sister this. "And he made me laugh. And annoyed me to no end but in an endearing way." "And now?" "He warmed my hands up when they were cold. He opened up to me about a personal matter, and it felt like the first time I saw him truly. He wasn't just Johnny anymore. He was more than that. And since not talking to me... I miss him so much."

"I think, as much as you didn't want to. I think you've fallen." "I think you're right." "Go fix it. Before it's too late." "Now?" "Now."

------

You stood outside his bedroom door. Sue was right. He was playing music loudly. How you couldn't hear ot from your lab, you'd never know. You knocked once. Twice. Nothing. You lifted your hand for a third, and the door swung open.

"What?" He said, annoyed. His face softened slightly when he saw you - slightly. "Hello." He rested slightly on one hip. Hand still on the door as if he was ready to slam it shut at any moment.

"I er..." You paused. Your mouth dry. What could you say? "Do I leave you that tongue tied?" He teased, but the look on his face didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yes." You gave a breathy laugh. "Come on." He rolled his shoulders. "I was open to you about my feelings. You hurt me, and now you're kicking me when I'm down."

You looked around the floor to make sure you were alone before giving Johnny a slight push into the room. Making sure the door closed behind you. "What are you doing?" He protested. "I'm not having this conversation out in the wild. I'm here to..." You paused. "Tell you what I think. What I feel. And I'd rather not have an audience."

"What you think? What you feel? I have no idea what you're meaning." "You've been flirting nonstop. Putting words into my mouth. Don't chicken out at the last moment. You know exactly what I mean." "I'm genuinely lost." "Johnny." You sighed and looked at the floor. This was a defeated sigh.

"Hey." He stepped closer and lifted your chin. "What are you saying? What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" "You. You won. I've fallen for you, and this past week you've not spoken to me has been torture. Every time the door opens, I look up, hoping it's you, but it's not. I miss your jokes. Your smile. I know I upset you, Johnny, and you probably changed your mind about me, but you won." "You fell?" He repeated. "Yeah."

He took a step back and fist-pumped the air. "Yes!" He cheered. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that." "Johnny?" You tried to bring him back to earth. "What?" You pointed to yourself "Oh. Oh... Oh." It was like he was celebrating something he hadn't thought about, and now he was thinking about it.

"Yeah." You suddenly felt hot under his intense gaze. He put both of his hands on your face. One on each cheek. His thumbs brushing your cheekbones. "Can I kiss you?" "I was hoping you would." He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. They were as warm as his hands in the cold weather. One hand remained on your face while the other slid to your hip, pulling you closer.

"Johnny." You sighed. "I love it when you sigh my name." "Johnny."

He pulled away but kept his forehead on yours. "You really fell?" He ran a hand through your hair. "You told me I would. You were quite adamant." "I did doubt for a moment. Back in the lab." "I shouldn't have said what I did."

"No. You're right. I've not exactly got the best reputation. But I mean it. You are it. I'm yours. I want nobody else. You are my girl. There's no next. Just you and me." "I believe you." You gave him a quick peck. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you back for a longer kiss.

"I mean it too." You pulled away. "No spooning in the summer." "Oh. I see how it is." He wrapped his arms around you, trapping you. "We can spoon now. It's cold." You hugged him right back. "The human water bottle." "You only want me for my heat." "That was when I fell. Maybe I already had. But that night on the bench. You weren't even trying, and I fell so hard. I haven't been able to think about anyone else since."

He couldn't help but grin at that. But it fell from his face instantly. "Wait. So you were lying when you asked about Ben?" "Of course I was lying!" You laughed. "You!" His mouth opened and closed.

"Just so you're aware. Your sister is probably outside your bedroom door waiting for us." "We can tell her the happy news?" "Yeah." You smiled.

"Someday you're going to be my wife." "Johnny!"

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Hi <3 I hope you’re doing well, I noticed you haven’t updated in a while and just wanted to check in on you :))

Oh my gosh! You sent this ages ago! I only just saw this. I don't know who you are but thank you so much for checking in on me. Thats so sweet. I hope you see this! I am well thank you <3 I was just in a writing slump. I have been working on 3 fanfic's for my Wattpad and A03 but I just got huge writers block.

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Dropped Hand - Johnny Storm

Johnny Storm x Reader

Summary: Johnny Storm loves you, but one gesture has you questioning everything.

Warnings: Angst. Reader is insecure and an overthinker. One Swear word. Fem reader. Happy ending. No use of Y/N. Nicknames/pet names used. Words: 5.1K

AN: This popped into my head and wouldn't leave until I wrote it down.

The Baxter building stood proud in New York City. It was the home of the Fantastic Four. It was also your home. 

Before the four went into space, it was a mixture of apartments and the top floors were laboratories. In one such laboratory, you worked. Being more than 30 floors up in the air, some people might have been scared. But not you. When you had finished your work or you were waiting for experiments to sit, you'd look out the window and watch the world go by. It was peaceful, you found. Being that high.

Being one of the scientists who worked in the lab, you got an apartment as standard. All of your coworkers did. It was believed it could boost morale. A free place to go live and socialise. People weren't late. You weren't trapped. You could come and go as you pleased. You didn't even have to accept the apartment. You just did.

You helped your friends get to space. You see, The Fantastic Four got all the credit for the space mission, but it wasn't just them who had worked on it. They were the ones who made the trip. They were your friends. Ones that you had known for years.

When the fame became stronger, some of your coworkers left. Upset they received no credit but not you. You stayed. One by one, they left and you found you had the big old lab to yourself and, of course, Reed Richards. Who in the end bought the entire of the Baxter building. But this isn't about him.

Johnny Storm was a ladies' man. He always had been. He loved women. He was Mr Charm. When Sue told the world he was single, you couldn't help but laugh. In fact she used the word 'very' if you remembered correctly. He looked at the camera with a mixture of a smirk and a sheepish smile. Normal people wouldn't have been able to pull it off, but he did. He wasn't normal.

You couldn't lie, you'd always had a crush on Sue's younger brother. He had undeniable charm. The ability to make people smile and blush. It just came naturally. He'd always flirt with you, but you paid him no mind. He flirted with everyone.

One day you had been sat on one of the balconys. Your legs dangling off the edge. You had finished your work early, and Reed had nothing else he wanted doing that day, so you were just relaxing. A ball of flame popped up beside you. You startled for a second before realising that the ball of flame was in fact Johnny.

"Hey." You smiled at him. He looked at you, puzzled. "Hey." He sounded slightly worried. "Can I help you?" You pushed when he just remained in the air, floating. "I was going to ask you the same thing." Now it was your turn to be confused. Why would you need help? You were just sitting?

Oh. Oh! "I'm not gonna fall." You realised what he was implying. "Unless by accident, but that's why I stay on this side of the railing." He lifted slightly higher to get over the barrier. His feet landed behind you. He was incredibly hot... the flames that is. He turned the flames off and joined you on the floor. "I'd catch you. If you did fall." He shrugged. "Thank you, Johnny." You smiled at him.

"So what are you doing up here? It's a little high." He looked down at the street below. So high that the people looked like ants. "Says the man who can fly." You laughed. "And been to space! I just like the view." "It is pretty sweet." He agreed.

"On that note, I'd better get going. It's getting late." You stood up and brushed invisible dust from your clothes. He shot up to join you. You began to walk away when his voice stopped you. "Why did you stay?" He asked. You turned to look at him. "What do you mean?" "Everyone else is gone." He raised his arms before slapping them back down. "But you stayed. Why?"

You sucked on your own tongue in thought before giving an answer. "Because I believe in the four of you. I believe in what you're doing. You're making the world a better place and most of all... you're my family. The people who left. They forgot Reed, Sue, Ben... you. All they could see were The Fantastic Four. I remember before you went to space, and I'm happily living in the after. If I can help you help others. Then I'm happy to do so."

He was speechless. He hadn't known what your answer was going to be, but it wasn't that. "Join me for dinner?" He blurted out. "Excuse me?" "Us. Join us for dinner." He corrected. "We have family dinner, and if you're part of the family, you should be there too." He reasoned. You wanted to decline. It felt like you were imposing on their time together. But you couldn't say no to that face. "Okay. Let me get changed first."

As you walked away, you missed Johnny fist-pumping the air and spinning around. He had obviously known you from before the space mission. You were a part of the team. And you were gorgeous. There was one time you had fixed a strap on his suit and smiled at him, and he swore he fell in love then and there. But when people began to quit, he waited for the day you would too. But you never did. He didn't want to fall for you further in fear of the day you left, but it never came. Your answer there ensured that his heart was yours forever. He just needed to find out if you felt the same way.

He told the rest of the group you were joining them for dinner. They were happy.  "I'm glad." Ben nodded. "It felt weird. Us having dinner together while she was downstairs eating alone."  "It was really nice of you to invite her, Johnny." Sue smiled.  "She is our last employee." Reed looked at his brother-in-law. He knew the real reason he invited you to dinner, and it wasn't because he felt bad that you were alone. 

"She's different." He defended.  "They are always different to you," Reed argued. "You always 'really like this one'." He motioned with his head for the quotations. "She was already our best mind behind the scenes, and now she is our only one."  "Come on, man." Johnny looked at him. How could he explain to Reed that he really meant it? That this time it really was different. His track record wasn't the best, but you were the one to change it. He knew it.  

"Reed." Sue stepped in. "Come on."  "I'm just worried," Reed argued as he was being led away by his wife. "She is excellent. We can't lose her."  "We're not going to lose her." 

You arrived a few minutes later, dressed as nicely as you could. It was your best outfit, and you suddenly felt out of place. Everyone was dressed casually, and you looked like you were attending a gala. Johnny faltered. You looked perfect. 

After that night, you joined them pretty much every night. For dinner, for movie nights and even the occasional game night. There was a normality about it, and you loved it. Johnny always made a point to sit next to you. His hand brushing against yours. He always claimed it was an accident, but you knew better. The day you 'accidentally' brushed your hand, he almost turned into flames instantly. 

He would join you on the balcony, and you would talk about nothing and everything. He would flirt with you to no end, and you brushed it off as Johnny being Johnny. There was no way he would pick you. Until one day you realised he did. He had been on a makeshift interview. A reporter had caught him on the way home after saving lives. Women screamed his name in the street. He answered a few questions before rushing home. He couldn't miss his daily sitting on the balcony with you. 

"You didn't have to come, you know." You smiled at him as he was trying to catch his breath. "Your fans really want to spend time with you."  "I'd love to meet every single one of them. But the sun is setting and I didn't want to miss my favourite view with my favourite person." He seemed genuine. There was no hint of playfulness in his tone.  "And who is that?" You teased. He did not join in the laughter.  "You." He said it with so much ease. It wasn't forced. It wasn't a joke. He meant it. 

"Johnny." You turned away from the intensity of his gaze. You could feel a blush rising from the bottom of your cheeks all the way to the tip of your ears. He used one hand to guide you back to him. "You could have literally any woman in the city. Maybe the whole universe. You're Johnny Storm."  "And Johnny Storm has the person he wants the most right here. On this balcony." 

Maybe you were the one who could set on fire because you were ready to combust at any moment now.  "Tell me you don't want me and I'll leave you alone." He continued. "Tell me everything I feel between us is one-sided, and I'll go away if that is what you want me to do." "I can't." You whispered. He looked upset. Why did he look upset? He dropped his hand, and you looked at it. Immediately feeling the warmth leave your face. 

You grabbed his hand and put it back.  "I mean, I can't tell you that. Not that I can't do this. I want this. I want you." You laughed. His face lit up (figuratively).  "Can I kiss you?" You nodded and he leant forward. You closed your eyes. It was perfect. His warm hands. His warm lips. You wanted to melt. You wanted to melt into him. He pulled back, but he didn't go far. You could still feel his breath on your face.  "You mean it? You really choose me?" 

He fought back a laugh of disbelief.  "I." He kissed you. "Choose." He kissed you again. "You." You began to laugh fully. He loved that sound. He began to kiss your cheeks, causing you to laugh further.  "Okay." You tried to push him off. He was still kissing you.  "Do you believe me?" He asked into your neck.  "I believe you." 

From that moment on, he couldn't keep his hands off you. You were his, and he was yours. But he already knew that. He had been yours for a very long time. But you were his. He wanted his whole family to know. He moved your dining chair closer to his. He moved what he could from your apartment into his room. He wrapped his arms around you during movie night. 

At night in his room, he would hold you close. He would bury his face into your neck as you hugged. Sometimes you would dance to music only the two of you could hear. In bed, he would nuzzle as close as possible. His warm skin always made you feel at home. You'd nuzzle right back. There were some nights you thought you were dreaming, but you would wake up and he was still there. Pulling you into him. He couldn't get enough of you. Every inch of his body touching yours. He could lie in bed holding you for hours, days, even. And he'd be content. He had been waiting for this kind of love to find him, and it had. You were perfect. 

You loved him. He loved you. It was simple. Except it wasn't.

You still had to share him with the world. You didn't mind. He would still make it home every night to watch the sunset over New York with you. He would act with a sprinkle of aloofness. Just to make you laugh. He would hold your hand but swing it as high as he could. 

The public didn't know Johnny had a girlfriend. They didn't need to. While the group had quite an open relationship with the public, they didn't know everything. And this was one of them.

You'd be there in the background of TV. If ever they did a documentary, or if Reed filmed his classes. You were there. Sometimes people would recognise you as the scientist lady. You laughed with fondness when they did.

But one day. One day changed it. Everything you didn't mind. Suddenly, you did. Women in the streets called his name. They cheered as he flew by. They wanted him. If only for a moment, they wanted him, and for a moment, you felt pride that he spent his nights with you. Out of every woman in New York, he chose you. A little behind-the-scenes scientist. No fancy heels. No designer clothes. Just an ordinary woman.

It was just one ordinary day. You were in your lab doing your usual experiments. He had 'snuck' in to visit you. Reed often told him to leave you alone during work hours, but when had he listened? He'd rather spend the time with you and get a scolding later. The scolding was less painful than being without you.

You knew he had entered the room before he made it clear. You pretended not to notice as he snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the back of your neck, sending shivers straight down your spine. "Oh, it's one of those days, huh?" He teased at your very obvious reaction to his touch.

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. The smile on your face couldn't have been any bigger.  He couldn't help but match it. You leant forward and kissed him. It wasn't a deep kiss, but he could still feel your love and the ghost of your smile.

"Don't burn my experiments." You warned, suddenly serious. "These ones are delicate."  "It was one time." He rolled his eyes. "And an accident." He bumped his nose off yours, causing you to giggle. He loved that sound.  "What are you doing?"  "Just simple stuff. I need to code some DNA, but to make sure my equipment is in order, I need to splice and recreate the DNA, and the easiest way to do this is..." You lifted a petri dish. "E.coli." 

"What?" Johnny stepped back. E.coli?  "Oh, it's harmless. Reed has sterilised the air. They won't harm you. But guess what they will do."   "What will they do?"  "They're going to glow in the dark!" You were excited. Sometimes working on big things makes you forget how fun the small things can be. You learnt to do this back when you were 20. "I named it Johnny Jr. because sometimes you glow in the dark, too." You smiled at him. 

"I'm honoured." He held a hand to his heart. The other went to your free hand. He interlocked your fingers. "How long until Johnny Jr does this?"  "Shouldn't be too much longer." You looked at the little dish with a smile. Johnny thought you were so cute. 

Suddenly, a paparazzi car was visible in the window. They shouldn't be able to get this high. There were rules and privacy laws against it. Johnny dropped your hand immediately. Like it wasn't even a thought. It was so quick that there was no way the paparazzi had seen your hand in his. Your hand felt cold. In fact, your entire bloodstream felt cold. 

You hadn't minded your relationship being a secret. But the way he was so quick to drop your hand. So quick to pretend he wasn't in love with you. It sent you down a rabbit hole. If it was so easy to pretend, then how much did he really love you? Was your love so easy to turn off? Did he really choose you, or was that a lie to get you into his arms?

No. Don't be ridiculous. Of course, he loved you. Of course, he did. He just wants the relationship to be secret. Just like normal... except this wasn't normal. It was easy to pretend when there was nobody watching. But when two strangers were looking directly at you. He dropped your hand faster than dropping a plate fresh out of the microwave.

Why was it so important to be a secret again? Ugh. Your mind was going a million thoughts a second in every direction. You couldn't think straight.

The paparazzi's car horn was honked, they wanted something, but instead, they were just being looked at by Johnny Storm and a random scientist. The horn made you drop your petri dish in fright. Johnny put on a cocky face, but inside he was pissed. This was his home. You were his girlfriend, and they had just frightened you. 

"I'm going." You ran from the room. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed to be alone. You took the elevator down to your apartment floor and ran to let yourself in. Making sure the door was locked behind you. You were being silly, you told yourself. He loved you. He loved you.

It's just the people love him, and they might not love him as much if they found out he was taken. They loved Reed and Sue, though... was it because they were both part of the Fantastic Four? So, them being together was actually good?

Of course, he had to be quick, otherwise you'd be found out. You knew this. But why did it hurt? Science was easy. Emotions were not. Why, when presented with the facts, does your heart not accept them?

You didn't want to face them tonight. You just wanted to figure it out. Surely you could figure it out? Eventually, all questions in the universe were answered, so this one must be too?

Reed worked on making sure all windows of the building were one-way. He didn't want anyone looking in on his family. What happened today should not happen again. It didn't take long to fix. Quite simple, really. He was finished before dinner. 

The four of them sat around the dinner table. You always ate together. You were a family after all. "Where is she? Is she alright?" Reed asked Johnny. Johnny was thinking the same. You were Reed's family, too. He felt awful at the memory of only wanting you to be around for your mind. You were more than just your mind. You cooked with Ben. Helped him with his experiments and classes. You were bonded with Sue, most of all. You made Johnny happy. You made them all happy. 

"Maybe she got spooked," Ben suggested. "We all got a little spooked." Reed countered. "That's why I've spent the past few hours making sure nobody can do that again." 

Herbie came to the counter, talking in his own way. "Ill?" Johnny asked for clarification. Herbie confirmed. He went on to say that the rest of them to eat without you. Johnny didn't like this. He was uncomfortable in his seat. He wanted to check on you. Maybe fetch you a plate. But the moment he stood up, Herbie went wild. You had told him to make sure nobody disturbed you.

Dinner was eaten in almost silence. "Could it be E.coli?" Johnny blurted out. "Hey," Ben protested. "We're more likely to get E.coli when you cook, pal." "No. She was working with E.coli." Ben realised he was talking about you. "When the paparazzi honked their horn, she dropped it on the floor." "No." Reed shook his head. "The air in the lab is sterile. The second an antigen or pathogen enters, it is eradicated."

"Johnny. She'll be okay." Sue reached for his hand over the table. She remembered a time she couldn't be parted from Reed. Although in some ways this was still the case. But in time, she knew sometimes time apart was also needed. "She probably is just tired from all the work she does." She looked at Reed.  "I don't make her do anything she isn't capable of doing. I tell her to take breaks, and she doesn't listen."

After dinner, Johnny couldn't take not knowing any longer. He took the Elevator to your floor and was greeted by a locked door.  "Honey." He called in, but nothing. He knocked on the door. Nothing. You felt awful, sat on the other side, ignoring him. But you just couldn't face him. You needed time alone to think. You knew the second you saw his face, you would just let him in. Forgive him. To hold him in your arms. But if you did that, then you would forever live with the unresolved fact that he let go of your hand without a second thought. 

He gave up eventually. He knew you were in there. Herbie had told him as such. But obviously you didn't want to speak to him. Had you been spooked? Were you angry at him for not defending you? Sue watched her little brother storm into his bedroom. What had happened? She knew better than to ask him. 

It was her turn to use the elevator down to your floor. She didn't like the fact that you weren't on the same floor as everyone still. Yes, you spent most of your nights in Johnny's room, but your own space was still a few floors down. She needed to fix that. 

She knocked on your door.  "It's Sue." She announced. She could hear shuffling before the lock on your door was opened. You were standing there. Eyes red from crying.  "Oh, sweetheart." Her heart almost broke at the sight of you. "Come on." She walked into your apartment, closing the door behind her and led you to the couch. "Tell me what's wrong." 

"It's stupid." You waved off.  "It's not stupid if whatever it is made you feel this way. Was it the paparazzi? Reed has made sure that will never happen again."  "It's not entirely them." You admitted. "It's Johnny."  "What did he do?" She felt ready to give him a piece of her mind. 

You took a deep breath.  "He was holding my hand when they arrived. The moment they could see us, he dropped my hand and stepped away from me like I was a disease. It was so fast, it was a reflex. He didn't put any thought into it. It was his natural reaction." You paused to catch your breath. "And now. I'm questioning everything. Why does he want our relationship to be a secret? Does he... Does he actually love me, or am I just a play thing behind doors, waiting for him to choose someone else more exciting?" 

Sue pulled you in for a hug. She held you tightly. It was different from hugging Johnny - Obviously. This hug was full of love, but it was a different kind of love.  "Now you listen to me. I'm older than you, so I know this sort of stuff." She pulled away and looked you in the eye. "I want you to listen to all of this. Every word." You nodded. 

"Men are idiots. All of them. Even Reed. Even Johnny. I have seen women come in and out of Johnny's life like they were on a carousel." You opened your mouth to say something. "You agreed to listen to all of this." She reminded you before you could get a sound out. "Johnny has been searching for love his entire life. Since he learnt what a girl was and what love is. He searched for it in every girl he could. He found it in you. He swore you were the one, and you have proved you are the one."

"He would do anything for you. I'm pretty sure if you told him to stop being the human torch and be your personal butler right now, he would do it. He's not waiting for someone better. You are the best. He's not wasting his time on you; he's happily spending his time with you. If the day were made longer, he would spend that time with you. I saw how he looked at the other women, and I've seen how he looks at you. He loves you. Women do not exist to him. They are just people. You are the love of his life. Do you hear me?" 

You nodded.  "We were all spooked by what happened today." She continued. "I was, Reed was. Johnny was. He probably did that because he didn't know what to do. What you wanted to do. Talk to him. He's probably just as scared as you. If after you talk, you feel like you can't be with him anymore..." She paused. Trying not to think about her little brother's heart breaking. "We would still love you. You are our family. You were before this. You will be for the rest of time. You got that?" You nodded again. "Get some sleep. Talk to Johnny tomorrow." 

She stood up and left your apartment. Johnny met her on their floor. He had known she had gone down. He was rocking on the balls of his feet.  "What happened?" He finally asked.  "Did you drop her hand? When the paparazzi turned up, did you drop her hand?" Sue put her hands on her hips. Johnny replayed the moment in his head. 

"Yes..." He realised. "I'm confused."  "Well, so is your girlfriend. You hold her like a toddler holds a soft toy every moment of the day. You refuse to let her go, but the moment the world might find out that Johnny Storm isn't single. You drop her. Yeah. I'd be confused too."     "She knows I love her." He argued.  "Does she? Today, you didn't do a great job of showing that. You need to choose what you love more. Your girlfriend or your playboy reputation." 

Sue walked away. She wasn't mad at him. She just needed him to know how close he had gotten to losing you. How close he still was.  

The night passed, and the next morning arrived. You walked up to your window. Still in your pyjamas. You opened your curtains and gasped at the sight. Written in the sky, in the trail Johnny left behind as he flew about the city, was your name and a heart. Maybe slightly cheesy, but it got the message across. Johnny Storm was not single, and it was you who owned his heart. 

He flew to your window. He couldn't see in. But he hoped you could see out. He pressed a hand to the window. You pressed your hand to his. Tears in your eyes.  "I don't know if you can see me." He shouted through the glass. "I hope you can. The entire world knows how I feel about you, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure you know too." 

You ran from the window and practically jumped into the elevator. You pressed the button for the roof so many times that you were sure it would break. The ride felt so slow. You just needed to get to the roof. To get to him. When you finally heard the chime, you ran to the edge. Making sure to hold onto the railing. 

Johnny was still outside your bedroom.  "Johnny!" You shouted as loud as you could. He looked up and saw you practically dangling from the roof. He rushed to you. He made sure his hand was not engulfed in flames when he pulled you away from the edge.  "You're going to fall." He turned the flames off.  "You said you would catch me." You reminded him.  "I would. I would. But I'd rather not test it. I want you safe." 

He tucked a piece of hair around your ear. His fingers lingering on your cheek. "I've been so stupid." You whispered. Just loud enough for him to hear. "You could never. You're one of the smartest people I know. I'm the stupid one. How could I let my girl think I don't love her?"

Your eyes began to water. You pointed to the sky. "But you do love me. I shouldn't have doubted you." "No, Honey, let me take the blame for this one, yeah? I shouldn't have let go of your hand. In that moment, I was just... shocked. They shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have done that. I guess in some odd way I was protecting you by keeping you at arm's length. I should have be proud to call you mine. I should have held your hand tighter and shown them how I feel. And the women in the street. I shouldn't have encouraged them. They should know the truth. I thought about it last night. If it were the other way around. If you had men trying to get your attention, I'd feel..."

"Insecure? Worried? Not good enough?" You looked down, and he lifted your face. Just like he had the day he confessed. "You are more than good enough. I love you. God, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I will prove to you every day that you are good enough. I'll write your name in the sky every day if that is what it takes." "No. You don't need to do that." You shook your head.

"I love you. I hate that I wasted my time with other people before I met you. I should have waited. You should have been my first. My last. The only one. Because you are my only one." "You're mine too." He kissed you with as much passion and desperation as he could.

"Hey." He smiled at you once parted. "We are going to be the best power couple. Forget Reed and Sue. They are nothing compared to us. We are going to leave them so far behind." You laughed at this. "There she is." He held your face again. "Promise me one thing." You hummed in response. "If you ever feel like this again. Tell me. I don't want you locking yourself in your room. I want to be there. I want you to know how much I love you and don't regret my choice. Deal?"

You nodded. "Deal." "Good." He nodded. "Now let's go get some breakfast. I'm starving." "Lucky charms?" You suggested. "Naturally."

You began walking towards the elevator when you gasped. "What?" Johnny became on quick alert. "Johnny Jr. he's dead." "We can go make another Johnny Jr." He pulled you towards the elevator. Did he mean E.coli or something else? He smirked, knowing exactly what thought he had put in your head. AN: I based Johnny falling in love when she fixed his strap on the moment when a ride attendant makes sure that your safety belt is in place, and theres that odd moment between you... We've all had it right?

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Trying not to cry over having a typo in my latest fic's title :D

The price of Dysleixa

[stilesmieczyslaw]

Stubborn Longing

*****Minors DNI!! 18+ Only content. *****  Words: 8.5K Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female Velaryon/Strong reader  Summary: Aemond swore that one day you would be wed. When the time actually came you wanted nothing to do with him and his prejudices. Slowly you remember how close you used to be.  Warnings: Targcest, Sex (P in v), masturbation, grinding, enemies to lovers? Friends to enemies to lovers? Slightly OOC Aemond. Lots of background filler and time jumps before the smut, smut. Loss of Virginity. Slight mention of blood. Fingering One swear word. No use of Y/N (If I miss anything let me know) The author is dyslexic and apologises in advance.  AN: I'm a Daemon girlie. But somehow I've been sucked into Aemond girlie territory. I can't get enough of your beautiful writing and fics... And edits. You're all fantastic and I hope you enjoy. Read my other unrelated fics here

You were the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Your hair was brown and curly. Your complexion looked nothing like your father's. Yet still you thought nothing of it. You had fond memories of laughing in the gardens with your father. Chasing him around trees and getting dirty, sneaking extra pieces of cake from the dessert table. Your mother would sometimes scold you both but she also encouraged it. If the people at court saw you playing with Ser Laenor then maybe they wouldn't question it.

You also had fond memories of your mother. You didn't understand what was wrong but there were some days, when she thought she was alone where she anxiously played with her fingers, absentmindedly staring into the fire. Tears at her water line but never shed. You silently wandered over to her and put your head on her knee. The first few times shocked her but now she grew accustomed to it. She stroked your hair and you drifted off. You woke again in your room unknowing how you got there.

You don't remember your younger brother Jace being born. He was just always there. But some days he was boring. He just lay there in his bed - which was unfair. Why was he allowed to sleep in mother and father's room while you slept in the next one?

The only other children to play with were your Uncles and Aunt. They had white hair just like your mother, father and grandsire. Your eldest Uncle, Aegon, sometimes would play but sometimes would be dragged away for lessons as he was older than the rest of you. Helaena your Aunt always seemed to prefer the company of bugs. Always finding somehow the biggest. Although custom would say you would spend your time with her. You were of similar ages.

But secretly you'd always spend time with your uncle Aemond. It started off as games you'd play together. Although his mother disapproved of these games. Or more so you. She was worried her son would get too attached to the bastard children. She could not let this happen. But what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. As you got older you'd find yourself alone with Aemond reading books. Both of you wanted to learn. More than what was expected of you. You'd teach each other High Valyrian.

Aemond was your best friend. You'd spend all day with him if you could but he had to learn to fight while you had to learn to be a wife.

"You should be my wife," Aemond said out loud after you had returned from one of your lessons. "Us?" You scoffed. He looked at you offended. "I did not mean it like that." You waved him off. "Your mother hates us being friends. Never mind us being wed." "Well, I was taught a good wife should know her husband. Who knows me better than you." "That is a good point and I wouldn't have to leave Kings Landing." You nodded. "But I'm sure your mother would try to find you someone else anyway." "What if I could convince her?" "You won't." You almost sang looking down at your book.

After the birth of your third brother Joffrey, your mother announced you would not live in Kings Landing anymore. A third child who did not look like her husband. What did it matter? Their father was their father and they all looked like each other. Did white hair matter when inheriting the throne? Apparently, it did. Your mother gathered all of your belongings while you begged her to stay. 

You were to live on Dragonstone. To which you were the heir. You might as well get used to it now. When your mother becomes Queen it will be your home and when your brother becomes king it will remain your home. You went to find Aemond for one final goodbye. You sat in the woods with him, underneath your shared tree. "You'll be back." He said rather confidently. "Will I?" You looked up at the castle. "When we wed." "You are a fool Aemond. But I admire you for it."

With your absence, his mother spoke more freely about your heritage. You were not your father's daughter. Aegon heard the rumours of Ser Harwin Strong. Aegon passed this knowledge to his brother. Aemond wondered how you could be the product of something so wrong. The more he heard it the more he hated it. How dare a bastard be his friend? Poison words enter the heart of a child so easily. 

Your father's sister died and the whole family were called to Driftmark for her final send-off. While you were sad for your father you tried to contain your excitement to see Aemond again. He had stopped replying to your letters. Maybe he was deep into his studies. When you finally saw him after months of missing him you couldn't help but run to him and hug him. His hug was stiff but you ignored that. 

"How is your plan going Aemond? Our marriage." You asked. "I miss Kings Landing." Part of you was joking, the other secretly hoped. You had missed him terribly. "If that's all you miss then maybe we should not get wed." The words were filled with hate. "Oh." You frowned. "It was a childish dream. I see now it does not matter. When I marry it must be for duty." "For what end would our marriage be then?" "It does not matter." He turned away from you.

For the rest of the night, you tried to talk to him again but he avoided you. You searched the castle on Driftmark for him and you found him at the wrong moment. You could hear the shuffling of a fight. You saw your brothers, cousins and Aemond fighting.  "You will die screaming in flames just as your father did...Bastards!"  "Aemond." You gasped. He turned to look at you. Horror in his eyes. He didn't mean for you to hear that. 

Your younger brother Luke took Aemond's moment of distraction to swipe at Aemond with a knife, taking his eye. He did not mean for the injury to be that bad but the past could not be rewritten. You shouted for help while Aemond lay on the floor bleeding. You were pushed away by The King's guard. Aemond's eye was lost and with it your friendship. 

The Queen wanted your brother's eye in return but your mother would never let that happen. But the Queen was determined. Her son lost something, so something must be taken in return. The King had a brilliant idea - Only in his mind. He proclaimed once you came of age. You and Aemond were to be wed. Something which this morning you would have taken with glee. But now you looked at the boy and glared. You hated him and by the look in his remaining eye. He felt the same. 

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"Mother." You tried to get her attention. She was rushing around in a panic. "Mother please." "We must prepare for the journey. You are to be wed tomorrow and nothing is ready." "If we do not go then we do not need to be ready." You tried. "Your King demands it, my love." She sighed. "The King... Does not know me. Not anymore." You held your tongue. You had more choice words that you would not utter in front of your mother.

"Your Grandsire was there the moment you were born. The look of happiness in his eyes as he held you for the first time."  "And yet he strives to take my happiness."  "You and Aemond used to be so close. Maybe you can be again." She tried to remain positive. You shook your head.  "No. Not after what he called me. The disrespect to my father. Who won't even be here to see his daughter sold like a..." You bit your tongue again. 

"Sweet girl." Your mother played with your hair. She was nervous. Something was eating at her mind. "You may be husband and wife to the outside walls but you can control what happens behind closed doors. If you do not wish to be with Aemond in private you do not have to be." She didn't say it but you knew what she was saying. You nodded in understanding. 

The flight to Kings Landing wasn't a long one. You were on your dragon silently crying. This would be the last flight you would take with your family for a very long time. Your brothers flew in circles trying to make you laugh. You closed your eyes and listened to their laughter trying to keep it in your memory forever. 

Once landed and your dragon seen to, you looked up at the Castle. It did not look how you remembered. Nor did the people inside. Your Grandsire looked more tired and old than you last saw him. Helaena was the mother of two small children. Aegon looked like he was fighting back a smirk and Aemond... Aemond had grown so tall. His eye patch suited him and he looked at you with distaste. You tried to meet his gaze of fire with your own but you couldn't hold it. You hated it. You hated him. 

The day came and your Mother and Step Father officially gave you to Aemond. Your hands were tied and you uttered words that had no meaning to you. You sealed your marriage with a kiss. You kept your face neutral no matter how much you wanted to scream. The crowd cheered as you walked through them with your husband. 

There was a giant feast in your name. Food from all corners of the seven kingdoms was presented and music played. You found yourself dancing with your brothers. Your new sister Helaena. Even your Stepfather danced with you. Your mother stayed to the side. Her pregnant belly was only a reminder of the life you were going to leave behind. Were you to have a new brother? A sister? Would you know their laughter? Would they know your face? 

The music slowed and the King announced that it was time for you and Aemond to dance before retiring to your marital bed. Aegon laughed loudly. You danced the dance your mother taught you. Move after move. You felt numb. This was the worst night of your life. Whispers filled the room. You ignored them. You knew now why your mother sat and looked into the fire looking sad. But unlike your mother, you would not receive comfort. Not here. 

When you reached Aemond's, no, your chambers... Your blood which was supposed to be made of fire, turned to ice. You did not wish to lay with your now husband. It might have been your duty but you did not wish it. The torment he brought you and your brothers. Calling you Bastards. Your mother said you did not have to, but what if Aemond expected it of you? 

Aemond stood behind you. His beautiful wife. He had wanted this for so long. He knew he had wanted you as his Lady Wife since he was a child. He let his mother's hatred into his head and he had regretted it every day. Not just because he had lost his eye over it but he lost you too. He would never forget the look on your face when he called you a Bastard. The last thing he saw with both eyes. He lost you. 

When he saw you arrive on Dragon back his breath was taken away. You had become a beautiful woman in the years you had spent apart. How he longed to write to you but he knew his letters would go unanswered, just as yours had done those years ago. When he saw you again it only reaffirmed his want of you. But he could tell by the tears running down your face this is not what you wanted. So he hid behind his cold demeanour. One that he was used to, one that people expected of him. 

As much as he desired you, he knew you did not feel the same. His own family did not want him so why would his now wife be any different? He could not remember the last time someone touched him with kindness. Not even a hug. His mind flashed back to when his brother forced a whore onto him and he vowed to never do the same.

He spoke finally, knowing you wouldn't. "I won't touch you. Not unless you ask." "I will not ask. Ever." You replied coldly. You walked off behind the divider to put on your night clothes which had been brought over by the handmaidens. It was difficult to get out of your marital gown but you refused to ask for help. Not from a man who would call you a bastard. Not from a man who claimed you like property. 

Once in your night clothes, you walked straight to the bed. It was freshly made but you could tell by the items surrounding the bed which side Aemond would sleep on and you chose to climb into the opposite side. Not long after Aemond joined you.

It was strange seeing a woman in his bed. He didn't hate you. He remembers only fond memories of your childhood. Times he was bullied by his own brother and yours. You would be there to console him. Make him laugh again. It was foolish to think after all these years you could pick up where you left off. As friends.

He climbed into his side. The both of you almost hung onto the side to ensure neither of you touched the other. You both did not sleep out of fear of doing such. You both were angry and you both were saddened. The following morning continued in silence. Your handmaidens helped you dress. They ignored the lack of maiden's blood on the bedsheets. You trusted them not to gossip but you couldn't be certain of that.

You made your way to break your fast with your family. It was almost like a mini feast again. How any of you still had room after last night you would never know. But you filled your plate with grapes, strawberries and other sweet fruits. Your mother greeted you with a smile and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Aemond watched with jealousy. His mother would never treat any of her children like that. Not even when he lost his eye did she offer comfort. She only wanted revenge. He sat down and loaded his plate with whatever.

"I see the tiredness in your eyes brother. Did you remember where to put it? It has been a long time since you last used it. Surprised it hasn't fallen off with neglect." Aegon very loudly teased. "Aegon!" His mother scolded, looking around with embarrassment. You scooted your chair closer to your mother.

Soon midday came and it was time for your family to leave. Their dragons were saddled and their things packed. Your own dragon looked at them with confusion. Why was she being left behind? It did not help that she could also feel your own emotions of abandonment.

"Mother please." You tried one last time. Tears filling your eyes. Kings Landing had not been your home in years. The last time you lived here your father was still alive. How could you walk the gardens knowing he wasn't here, waiting for you to find him?  "I'm sorry my dear." She shook her head. "It is too late. Your vows were before Gods and King. I can not part you as much as I wish to. Your souls are bound." She gave you one last hug before tending to your brothers making sure they were ready. 

Your Stepfather watched with a frown. Knowing what it was like to be in a forced and unloved marriage. He took your hand. A very rare form of affection from him.  "Say the word and I shall end this marriage for you." He looked into your eyes looking for understanding. You had heard rumours of his first marriage. It was said among court he had killed her.  "Thank you, Uncle." You gave a concerned smile. "I'll keep that in mind."

You watched with tears in your eyes as your family flew away on their dragons. Your dragon roared after them. You patted her neck and hugged her. She is what was left. You did not go to your lord husband for comfort. You did not go to anyone for comfort. You stayed alone. 

Your handmaidens would fetch you food. You didn't want to leave your chambers. Were you acting like a child? Maybe but it felt like your only option. Rumours spread amongst the small folk that the high towers had imprisoned you with shackles.

The King, your Grandsire, would call you to his chambers. You sat in silence. You no longer knew the man in front of you. "I remember." He said very laboured. "You'd sit on my lap and help me build my masterpiece." He gestured to his miniature stone version of Old Valyria. A place neither of you had been. "You'd laugh at my jokes. Tell me Princess, what happened to your smile?"

"I have no reason to smile My King. I miss my family." "Am I not family?" The way he looked at you. An old man trying his hardest to keep his family together. He, just like you missed his family. His daughter, his brother and his grandchildren. He was bound to this place just as much as you were.

"Of course you are... Grandsire." You gave him an honest as possible smile. Far from the sparkle of happiness, he was used to. But better than nothing. "This was once your home, we, your closest friends, allies, confidants. We can be again if you leave your chambers. Walk the castle. Eat with us. Read with the maesters." "Yes, My King." You bowed.

You started off small. You would venture to Helaena's chambers. Eat with her and her children. You played with them and told them stories. They didn't understand your words. But they brought you much comfort in this time. Helaena also seemed to enjoy your company. Or more so did not despise it. Sometimes she would listen to your stories too. You loved the three of them. "Third draw. Left dresser." Helaena would mumble. The first time she said it you thought she was asking for something. But when you showed her everything in the drawer she would shake her head.

Then you would venture to the books and scrolls. Another place of your childhood. Piece by piece you were learning to smile again. At least in public. You still hung onto the edge of your marital bed. Trying to escape without falling.

One particular hot day you realised you could not stay inside. It was time to venture outside. Feel the wind blowing on your face. Picking up your book you followed your feet to your favourite tree. How you would spend hours reading underneath it. How your feet remembered the way while your mind did not, you did not know.

You followed them and gasped when you saw him. Of course. It was his favourite place to read too. While you had left this place he had not. He rolled his eye when he heard someone coming towards him. Normally it was some handmaiden telling him his mother required his attention. He just wished to read in peace.

He looked up and saw you. Book nestled on your hip like it was a babe. His mouth went dry. You remembered the tree?  "I'm sorry my Lord." You gave him a practised bow. "I did not realise someone else would be here. I did not intend to disturb you. I shall take my leave."  "Wait." He called to your quickly retreating back. "You need not leave." You turned to look at him. "The tree is big enough for us both to sit." He gestured to the floor. 

You hesitated. You really did love that tree. The tree never hurt you. In the wind, you could hear Aemond's laughter. His face was void of emotion but you could hear his childhood laughter.  "Yes, My Lord." You finally agreed sitting down. The tree separating you. Neither of you reading but thinking of the other person sitting on the other side. 

You both continued this new tradition for days. Maybe after the second week silence was broken. A squirrel ran past you. You gasped with delight at the tiny creature. You stayed as still as possible to not startle it.  "Aemond." You couldn't help but whisper. It was so quiet he almost didn't hear you. He turned to see what you needed. It must have been dire for you to talk to him after two weeks. He followed your gaze and saw the creature that brought so much light to your eyes. 

He remembered how much you loved the squirrels of the gardens. For one of your name days, he vowed to catch you one but failed to do so. But he enjoyed the laughter he got out of you in the process.  "Shall I catch it for you Princess?" He offered.  "No. I think he shall miss his family if you do. Leave him be." He didn't fail to catch the double meaning of your words. How was he living his dream when you hated him so? 

As more time passed you both found yourselves not sitting on opposite sides of the tree but closer to each other. Even in your bed, you felt more relaxed. You were starting to get used to life again but you still missed your family.

A raven came telling you the news of your new baby brother. Your heart almost burst with happiness and sadness in equal measure. You wished to go to Dragonstone to meet him but you couldn't. You must remain here with your Lord Husband... who must have a quill somewhere in these chambers!

You scrambled around looking for anything to write back to your mother with. Words of congratulations and excitement. But, you could not find anything. You went to his personal bedside dressers. It felt wrong to go in them. These were his personal effects. You would go mad with rage if he looked at your things. But you really needed to write to your mother.

You looked at the two dressers. Left dresser, the third drawer down. You opened the drawer and there was writing equipment but also old pieces of parchment. Curiosity got the better of you. They were your old letters. From when you first moved to Dragonstone. Letters you never got replies to. You laughed at things you once thought so important you needed to tell Aemond.

Beneath your letters, there was one you didn't recognise. You knew the writing, it was Aemonds. The letter was addressed to you but you never got it. He speaks of regret of his words to you on Driftmark. How he wishes to become friends again before you are wed. So many words are scribbled out. If he felt this way why not send it? Maybe you could have worked on something rather than marry in hate. Who knows where your relationship could have been if he had sent this? You borrowed an empty piece of parchment and wrote your letter to your mother. 

"Hello, Aemond." You greeted sitting down beneath the tree. He looked at you puzzled. You never greeted him.  "Princess." He gave a nod of acknowledgement. You almost felt giddy. Even if Aemond wrote that apology letter years ago part of you hoped he still meant it now. You sat in your usual silence but you could not wipe the smile from your face. Aemond opened his mouth a few times, unsure of what to say. "What has gotten your spirits up?" You looked at him with a smile. You meant this one. He could see it in your eyes. 

"Mother has given birth to a son. I have another brother. I feel much happiness for her." That and his unsent letter but to tell him that would be admitting you went through his belongings.  "Oh yes. I heard." He nodded. At least this one wasn't likely to be a... He stopped his own thoughts. No. You were his wife. Your parentage did not matter. You had gone back to your reading but he could not get back to his. He couldn't take his eye off your smile. He hoped he could make you smile like that again. 

Another week had passed and you felt yourself become restless again. You had now been in Kings Landing for a handful of months. The Queen still did not speak to you unless she absolutely had to. The King was growing ever weaker. Aegon was a drunken fool. Helaena was sweet but you wanted to do something else. Not sit inside. Not sit and read a book. You thought of your poor dragon. It had been too long since you had seen her. Your one memory of your home on Dragonstone and you had been neglecting her out of selfishness. Today you would take her out. 

But you could not leave the keep without permission. They say it is for your safety but you knew it was to stop you from running away. With a deep breath, you went to find your husband. This time every day he would be training in the courtyard with the knights. You walked to the courtyard where he had amassed a group of people. People always wanted to watch him but you never understood. What was the point in watching the same people fake fight every day at the same time? 

You watched him fight off the knights with ease. Despite only having one eye it did not stop him from having reflexes that could rival 20 knights. His fighting was almost like a dance. Every step calculated. His footwork working side by side with his arms. Sword going exactly where it needed to go. He was sweating and you could see his muscles working. Maybe you could see the point in people watching him fight. 

The fight ended and Aemond fought to catch his breath. In the crowd of people, he saw you. You would only be here if you needed something. He sheathed his sword and made his way over to you. There was something about him breathless and sweaty with his gaze focused on you. It made you feel some strange way. Nothing you had felt before.

"Aemond." You were almost breathless yourself when he was finally in front of you. "I would like to go for a ride." He pulled almost an amused face which was lost on you. "The Dragon keepers say my dragon has grown restless. I need to go for a ride."  "She grows restless. Or yourself?" He mused. "Both. So may I?" "As you wish Princess. But allow me to accompany you."  "Oh no. I wouldn't want to take you from your schedule." You tried to wave him off. 

"A good husband always makes time for his wife. Especially if that request is a ride." He almost smirked again.  "What is so funny?"  "Nothing."  "It's something. I'll get it out of you Aemond Targaryen." You pointed a finger at him like old times. "I'm sure you will." He let out a small chuckle. He went to link his arm with yours to walk you to the Dragon Pit, but remembered his vow. Do not touch. One playful conversation in weeks does not mean that changed.

You got yourself ready for your ride. Making sure that everything was fastened tightly. You hugged your dragon apologising it had been so long. When she put her head on top of yours you couldn't help but think of your mother. She would always be with you.

"Are you ready Princess?" Aemond's voice called out. You looked over and saw him ready to climb onto Vaghar. How he managed to claim her as a boy you would never know. You nodded. You got on your own dragon and urged her forward. She almost ran for the door. Once in the air, you felt free. Freer than you had in a long time. There was nothing but you, your dragon and the air.

Well... and your husband but he was flying lower. You could see for miles. You turned your head in the direction you knew to be Dragonstone. What were they doing? How were Joffrey's lessons going? How faired your mother and the babe? How easy it would be to fly back to them. But you could not. You would bring shame to yourself and your family. 

Aemond watched you. He always found himself thinking back to his childhood with you. How you had a dragon and he did not. How you'd promise him that you could fly together one day. And here you were flying together now. But again it was not how he imagined.

You looked down and almost laughed at how small Aemond looked compared to his dragon. His legs straddling the saddle. The way he used his legs to steer the direction he wanted to go. An image flashed in your mind of him straddling you. You shook your head. Where did that come from? The same feeling from the courtyard entered your mind. That strange feeling. You felt yourself move uncomfortably.

"Are you alright Princess?" Aemond called out to you. "Yes quite well. I must have not ridden in so long my legs grow tired." "Shall we retire?" He suggested. "Yes, I think so." You agreed before returning to the Dragon pit.

"Thank you for today Aemond. I appreciated it. If I ever require your services and a ride." You paused waiting for his reaction. "I'll let you know." You don't know why you did it, but it felt so right. Walking away you made sure to sway your hips more than you usually would.

More days passed and you found yourself watching your husband train from a balcony. Always that feeling came to you. What was it? You changed your posture, your thighs rubbing together and something felt good. You did it again and you had to bite your lip. You excused yourself to your chambers. You lay on your bed rubbing your thighs together and it felt amazing. A knock on the door pulled you from your playing and you felt embarrassed. Whatever that was, it was not fit of a lady.

But still, you could not help yourself. From those days on you would excuse yourself while Aemond trained. He would be gone for a few hours every day and in those hours you explored your body. You found all sorts of spots that made you feel good. One day while touching yourself an image of Aemond popped into your head. You imagined your hands were his and your pleasure doubled. You looked at the door longingly hoping he would come in and find you like this but he never did.

After that, everything he did drove you crazy. Even he slouched on a chair drinking from a goblet you wanted to climb onto his lap. You wanted a ride. You wanted one so badly.

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You woke first. All night you had dreams of Aemond touching you. There was an ache between your legs that wouldn't go away. You tried pressing your legs together in hopes of something eliminating the feeling but you couldn't. You couldn't touch yourself with him just there. You wanted him to touch you. All you had to do was ask. But what if he didn't want to anymore? What if he had grown accustomed to your mental absence that he did not wish to be with you? You wouldn't blame him. 

Images of him fighting in the courtyard filled your mind. His skill and passion. How sweaty he sometimes got. The way his hair would stick to his forehead. This wasn't helping you. It was making it worse. He was still sleeping soundly next to you. Maybe if you got a bit closer.

You remained on your side facing away from him. For if he woke up you could claim you moved in your sleep. You backed up slowly. You could still hear his deep breathing meaning he was still asleep. You backed up until you could feel his breath on your neck. It sent shivers down your spine. You still did not touch him, however. Now you waited.

It felt like an eternity but eventually, his deep breaths stopped. You obviously had no idea when he opened his eyes as you were facing away from him and also pretending to sleep. But you did hear his involuntary gasp when he noticed how close you were. He did not make a move to touch you but he also did not shy away.

He looked at your sleeping form. You were so close to him. He looked down and saw each of your curves beneath the sheets. He wanted so badly to run his hand down you. Starting from your shoulders, past your stomach, around your hips and your legs. That is when he noticed. It wasn't even his first thought when he saw you this close but now it was his only thought.

How close your ass was to his crotch. His trousers were already tight with it being morning but even more so now. If only you were a small bit closer then he could feel you pressed against him. He could rub himself on you. Your night shift let his imagination run wild. He clenched his fists to his sides. He promised he wouldn't touch you. Maybe he could sneak away. Deal with himself before you wake up. If you noticed and questioned his absence then maybe he could claim early morning training.

Before he could move you grew bored of this position. He had been awake for several minutes and had not made a move. You commended him for keeping his word but his word was not what you wanted right now. You wanted anything but his word. Keeping up the pretence of sleep you turned so now you were facing him. You wished you could have seen the look of shock on his face. If the view from your behind was anything the front was better.

Your hair was a mess. Soft brown curls were on your pillow and over your face. He remembered others calling you names because of your hair but he now knows it is perfect. It is a part of you. His eye travelled further south and landed on your breasts. The position you were in was pressing them together. His fists were almost shaking with how tightly he kept them to his sides.

He closed his eye and began to talk to himself in his own mind. 'She does not want you. She made that clear. She does not want to be touched by you. She wanted a different husband. A different husband who she would have let touch her. A husband who wasn't you. A husband who would know what she felt like... what she tasted like. Does she know? Does she touch herself when I'm not around? Who does she think of? Some lord? Some stable boy who smiles at her every day?' He grew jealous of his own thoughts and opened his eye to be free of them.

When he did he saw your eyes were open. You were looking at him. You had spotted how close you were and you did not recoil. He could see a hint of anger in your eyes. He should have moved away the moment he got the chance but he couldn't. He was so transfixed on looking at you and now you were angry.

He went to back up from you and you moved closer. This puzzled him. "Aemond." Your voice called to him. Far too awake for someone who woke up less than a minute ago. Unless you weren't asleep. "Yes." He answered like a million thoughts were not running around his head. "Touch me. Please Aemond." You almost begged. He was in shock for a moment. Maybe he was still dreaming. The look in your eyes, wasn't anger, not anymore. Your pupils were dilated. He noticed you rubbing your legs together. This was happening.

"What?" He knew exactly what you had said but he wanted to hear you say it again. "Aemond I would like you to touch me. Please. Touch me." You lifted your hand and ran it down his face. He slowly lifted his own hand and placed it on your waist. His eye closed. He had waited so long for this moment.

You sat up from laying down. His hand fell from your waist. His eye shot open. Surely that couldn't have been what you wanted? For him to touch your waist once and be done. He hadn't upset you, had he? His worrying thoughts were gone the moment you swung your leg around him so now you were straddling him. Your bed shift scrupled around your hips. Your legs bare to the side of you. He was reminded that there was nothing under your shift. The only thing separating the two of you were his own clothes.

You both looked at each other frozen in that moment. You had no experience in this field but something drew you to sit in his lap like this and you were glad you did. You could feel every inch of his outline against you and it felt good. But what now? Aemond saw the look of innocence on your face and almost came right there. With both hands, he held onto your hips and dragged you forward. The noise you made would stick with him forever.

It was a mixture of shock and pleasure. You felt a little embarrassed at it. A lady should not make that noise. Before you could say anything Aemond did it again earning the same noise. It felt so good. Maybe if you just... you dragged your own hips forward without his direction and it felt just as good. "Aemond." You said suddenly not knowing any other words. Any you did know were gone.

He sat up changing the position you were in. His chest was pressed against yours. You looked at him under partially closed eyes. You rocked your hips again and your eyes closed fully at the new sensation. Who knew him just sitting up would feel so different to him lying down?

He called out your name and you looked at him. He pressed his forehead against yours. "Do you want this?" He tried to confirm. "Truly." You nodded. He let out a laugh. "I want to hear you say it." "I want you. I want you so bad Aemond." You almost sounded like you were whining. "I have for a while now. I need you." He smiled at you wickedly before his grip on your waist became like iron before it travelled to cup your ass. From this new position, he ground you against him faster and more forcefully. Your eyes rolled backwards as your jaw dropped open.

He placed kisses on your neck enjoying the sounds you were making. He had dreamt of these sounds but they sounded so much better in real life. He nipped and pulled at your flesh with his teeth. His lips went lower but to his dismay, you were still wearing clothes. While your shift had fallen slightly to reveal your shoulders he wanted more than that.

He lifted his hands from your behind and held the edges of your clothes. He looked at you almost asking for permission. You nodded and he pulled it over your head. Now you were in front of him completely exposed. Your nipples hard and the mess you made on his trousers. Wet from where you had been grinding against him. He was in awe of your beauty. You almost hid yourself away from him but before you could he latched his mouth onto one of your nipples which earned him a brand new sound.

He placed one of his hands back into position getting you to grind on him again while the other played with your other breast. You were his. His wife. And the sounds you were making were his too. "Aemond." You called out to get his attention. He looked at you. His own spit coated his lips. He looked so good right now. Although his hair wasn't stuck to his forehead yet. That is what you wanted.

You took his hand from your breast and guided it between your legs. He had seen women at the brothel do this but he didn't know why. You lead his fingers to a sensitive spot and with your guide, he began to rub that spot. "Fuck." You moaned out arching your back. He watched your face crumple up. "How did you know to do that?" He teased going faster. "Have you been touching yourself? Not very ladylike." You nodded. "Tell me. What were you thinking of?"

Your cheeks immediately flooded red. Him. Always him. "Hmmm." He probed for an answer getting faster and faster. "You." You couldn't catch your breath. "You Aemond." You practically shouted. You could feel the familiar feeling in your lower stomach. But there was also something different about it.

"You should have told me. I could have helped you out." He teased more. How long had you been thinking about him? Was it as long as he had thought of you? "I did say all you had to do was ask." You nodded. "Yes, I should have." You agreed. Almost there. "I wanted you so badly. I... I..." your words got caught in your throat. "You what?" "I" was all you managed to get out before your climax washed over you. It was different from usual. Normally your hand would be caught up in your orgasm that you would stop rubbing your clit meaning you would only feel it for a few fleeting moments. But Aemond did not stop. He kept going watching you come undone on top of him. Your whole body shook.

You looked so beautiful in that moment for him. He needed to do this again to you. Now he knew what it was, he needed it again. Once your body stopped shaking and your eyes closed with tiredness he removed his hand. You felt like you might wobble off the top of him. "Ready for my turn Princess?" Whether or not he meant that as a pet name or your official title, you would never figure it out. You gave a nod.

He flipped you over so now you were on the bottom. You were still in a daze. "Look at what you've done to my trousers." He scolded. You looked down and tried to ignore the bulge and only focus on the giant wet patch. Maybe you might have felt embarrassed but you didn't care. "You felt so good." You sounded like you were drunk. Aemond looked down at his wife, delirious and wanting more and he was more than happy to oblige.

He undid the strings that were trying their best to hold his waistband together. His dick sprung free causing him to wince at the sensitivity. He kicked his trousers away and you shot a sneaky look. Obviously, you had already felt it but you didn't imagine it would look like that. All stiff and leaking slightly. "Enjoying the view?" You were caught. Clearly not as sneaky as you thought you were. You nodded and licked your lips.

"I'll go as slow as I can." His voice suddenly went soft. "It might hurt." You nodded at him. He ran his dick up and down your folds a few times to gather your wetness. It sent small shocks down your spine. Was he teasing you? "Aemond?" You questioned. "Just enjoying my wife. The one who said she'd never ask." You bucked your hips up trying to meet him but he held you down easily. You began to squirm underneath him. You felt so empty. You needed him inside you.

"Don't make me beg again. I was wrong. I do want you to touch me. I do." He didn't move. "Aemond." You tried to sound annoyed but you couldn't. He leant his face forward and kissed your lips. It was then you realised that in all of this, you hadn't kissed him yet. This was your first kiss since the wedding and it made you want more. Why had you been missing out on all of this again? His tongue glided against your lips and you knew immediately what he wanted. You opened your mouth and let him in. For a moment you wondered what his tongue would feel like elsewhere. Maybe another time.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. You didn't miss the smile he had as he slipped himself inside you. You gasped into his mouth and pulled your face away. "I've got you." He reassured. "You're okay." You nodded speechless. He slowly moved while kissing you again. Your sounds of discomfort slowly turned back into moans. It was a strange feeling. He was reaching places your fingers could never could. "Faster." You breathed into his ear. He did as asked. 

Your extra sensitivity meant you couldn't last much longer. The sensation in your stomach coming back. When Aemond started making noises you knew he wouldn't last much longer either.  "Aemond." You couldn't help but shout. He began to nod.  "I know. I know." He began to repeat over and over. He kept one hand by your head while his hand went back to the spot you had shown him earlier. The shock of pleasure had your body jolt forward clamping your muscles. Aemond let out his own moan which sent you over the edge for the second time. Your muscles pulsated around him and he finished inside of you. 

He stayed inside of you for a few moments catching his breath before rolling over beside you. You shuffled over to him and put your head on his shoulder. You looked up at him and saw what you wanted. His hair was a mess. You raised your hand and brushed it out of his face. He looked down at you puzzled. You moved your hand.  "What?" You asked suddenly worried that you had done something wrong. He took your hand and held it against his face. He leant into your touch. "What is it Aemond?" You were suddenly concerned. 

He took a deep breath in.  "Nothing." He brushed it off. Letting go of your hand.  "Don't do this Aemond. I'm your wife, as much as I have not acted like it. Please share your thoughts with me."  "I just fear now that you have gotten what you wanted from me, you will leave me."  "Aemond." You sat up brushing your own hair out of your face. You gathered the sheets to cover yourself. "I know what you think of yourself. I see it. You might think you hide it but I've known you my entire life." You turned back around to look at him. "I won't leave you." He didn't look at you, not believing you. 

You leant down to kiss him. You tried to put all of your feelings into the kiss. At first, he did not kiss you back but he got caught up in it.  "You don't need to believe me, at least not at first." You said pulling away. "But I will make sure you know. I will make it up to you. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you." You curled back up into his side. He moved slightly but only to hold you closer. You were in his arms as much as he was in yours. You both drifted off to sleep again. 

You both were woken by knocks at your doors.  "Prince? Princess?" It was your handmaidens.  "Go away," Aemond shouted at them. You giggled at his childishness. You heard the shuffling of feet.  "We should get up." You sighed. "Although I do not wish to." Closing your eyes again.  "We are needed for royal duties." Aemond agreed.  "Do any of your duties include training? I like it when you train." Aemond chuckled.  "Is that so?" You nodded at his question. "Watching you made me realise how badly I wanted you. Watching you sweat and be out of breath. I wanted to do that to you." "I can make it part of my duties. I do need to be ready to always protect the realm. And once I'm done I can find my Lady Wife." 

You pulled away from his arms and tried to get out of bed only to find yourself collapsing under your own weight and back onto the bed.  "It's like I'm on one of grandsire's ships." You giggled. "I might have to stay here all day." You beamed.  "Then how will you watch me train?" Aemond pointed out. You pouted. He kissed you. As he pulled away you pulled him back in for a second one. "I fear I have created a monster." 

"I'd like to say. In the future please feel free to touch me whenever you like. Well... Not whenever. We might cause quite a stir if we do that in court."  "Hmmmm." He traced circles on your side. "I like the idea of us sitting at the presiding table with my hand up your skirt." You shivered.  "Sounds like you've already thought about it." It was your turn to tease. He sat forward, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear.  "Oh, I have Princess. I've thought about many things."  "You should have let me know. I would have helped you." You mirrored his words from earlier. 

The both of you got dressed and Aemond led you by arm to see his sister Helaena and her children. You sat down and smiled at the children. Helaena looked at you once you were alone.  "Hot baths." She said. "Hot baths help with the pain." She went back to sowing while you felt yourself blushing. How she knew, you didn't want to know but you hoped nobody else did. 

You and she walked around the red keep taking the children for a walk. You heard grunting. You looked down into the courtyard and saw your husband and Ser Cole practising with swords. His grunts and breathlessness taking you back to this morning. Almost like he could feel your presence he looked up. He grinned knowing your thoughts. 

He told you, you'd end up married.

[stilesmieczyslaw]

Memories of you

Synopsis: After an accident, you forget the love of your life Peter. Thankfully Spiderman talks some sense into you. Pairings: Fem Reader x Spiderman Warnings: Angst, a small bit of fluff. Mentions of guns, violence and blood. Three cuss words (Although two of them are the same word) AN: I love Spiderman. I wrote this with Andrew!Peter in mind and I mention the skateboard but I guess if you ignore that part it could be for any Peter. This is also my first Spiderman fic Words: 7.5K Now "Peter Parker, I swear if you don't get to this restaurant in the next ten minutes I'm going to kill you." You laughed down the phone. You were sat in a fancy restaurant at a table for two. The waiters had come past many times trying to take your order. "Come on Y/N, you know what it's like. Crime never sleeps!" He argued back. You could tell by the sound of his voice that he was swinging. "You'll be sleeping on the couch at this rate." You jokingly threatened. Both of you knew you didn't really mean it.

"Y/N!" He gasped with mockery. "How could you? It's our wedding anniversary and you're threatening me with the couch?" "You've got 8 minutes now or it's the couch." You hung up the phone with a smile on your face.

Yes, you were married to the masked superhero spiderman. You could barely believe it at first. You had bumped into Peter Parker at college. Your parents wanted you to take a law degree but you had dabbled in science instead. Now you taught at one of the local schools passing on that passion that you had.

But, you had to get there first and at college, science wasn't your strongest suit. You were good at it at school but now at degree level... Not so much.

A few years ago You had been looking blankly at the sheet of paper in front of you when someone pulled you out of your thoughts. "Are you okay?" This man had asked you. You looked up at him and were almost flawed by his presence. He had a concerned but cheeky smile on his face. You blinked at him a few times. Not giving an answer. Maybe you were stunned by his beauty because you had been looking at the stupid sheet in front of you, or maybe he was really attractive. Both, it was probably both.

"Are you... Okay?" He prompted again, now slightly more worried than he had been before. You realized you had been staring at him. "Oh! Yeah. I'm... great." You grimaced. "Just hoping the knowledge will flow into my brain via osmosis." "Diffusion." He put his bag down on a seat. "Do you mind if I sit?" He pointed to the seat opposite you. "Huh?" Was all you could manage in response. You probably were crazy. You were going to scare him off. He sat down with a laugh

"Osmosis," He explained, "Is only for water. If it's anything else, it's diffusion. So for example, plant roots absorbing water from the soil is Osmosis. An example of diffusion is the flavoring of tea coming out of a tea leaf. So for the knowledge to leave the page and enter your head, would be diffusion." "Right." You nodded at the stranger in front of you. "Well... I'm hoping the knowledge will hurry up and diffuse because I've got an exam coming up and I don't understand. No, that's the wrong word. I do understand its just..." You motioned with your hands. "I can't... Diffuse the information back out. I know the answer but I can't explain the answer. Does that make sense?"

The stranger closed one eye. Almost in thought himself. "In a very odd way, yes. Yes it does." "I am so sorry. I'm Y/N." You stretched your arm out for him to shake. He took it with a smile. "I'm Peter. We have some classes together." "We do? I promise I'm not usually this airheaded. I'm just burnt out I think." He only smiled at this.

Peter enjoyed watching people. That was his thing. He was a people watcher. He took photos at school. Both for the school and for himself. He was always seen with his camera. In a way, it was how he got to know people. From a distance and then he introduced himself. Some people thought it was creepy. He didn't mean it to be in the slightest. But it was his way of getting to know people.

He had spotted you one day in class. You were so absorbed in the teacher. You were listening to every word they said, unlike most of the people in the class - admittingly that included him. Other people were doodling, texting, and watching videos. You were giving all of your attention to the teacher. You were paying so much attention you forgot to write your notes. He enjoyed watching you a lot. So when today, you looked frustrated he wanted to help you.

"How about," He raised an eyebrow at you. "We go grab some coffee and we can go over the textbook together with a fresh pair of eyes. We could be study buddies. I have the same exam coming up that you do." "Peter, I think you are on to something." You nodded.

Your study sessions together evolved. They started at a coffee shop, moved to the library which then moved into the dorms. "Come on." Peter nudged you, "Explain it to me again." You were both laid on the floor surrounded by notes. You found that explaining it to Peter was easier than trying to reason with it in your own head. You began to explain it to him when you noticed that he wasn't listening to you. He was just staring at you with a goofy smile on his face. You internally laughed before trying something out.

"And then, when you add Oxygen to the equation right... I kiss Peter for being such a great help to me these past few weeks and then he's amazed by my kissing skills so immediately asks me to be his girlfriend then we get married and have ten children. Does that sound right to you?" "Yeah." He nods. You began to laugh hysterically as he looked at you confused. It took him a few moments to realize what you had said.

He began to look at you with a serious look. It stopped you from laughing and you began to blush. The look was so intimate. Almost like he was looking into your soul. He leaned forward and kissed you softly. So soft it was almost like he wasn't touching you at all but at the same time it was so intense. You rolled over onto your back, pulling him with you. The kiss became rougher. Your notes were forgotten.

You began dating, you aced all of your exams and Peter helped to get you into the teaching life. He had said you explaining everything to him had helped him learn too. As things became more serious and you spent more time together you began to notice things. He would arrive to dates slightly out of breath. He would end dates suddenly promising to make it up to you. When you lay in bed together you noticed faint bruises on his torso. After a year of it you began to question things.

"Peter." You said seriously. "Y/N." He replied trying to use the same tone you had. "Why are you covered in bruises?" You asked. He looked at you perplexed. He shook his head. "I always fall off my skateboard. You know me." He shrugged with a smile. You weren't convinced. "Peter. I do know you, and I know when you are lying. Please, Peter. I love you." You gasped realizing what you just said. You'd not said it before. This was the first time.

Peter's eyes became soft and he stepped closer to you placing his hands on either side of your face, stroking your cheeks with his fingers. "You love me?" He asked. It was almost a silent whisper. If you weren't as close as you had been then you wouldn't have heard him. Not at all. You nodded.

"Of course I do Peter. How could I not? I love you so much, but when you lie to me... It hurts Peter. I understand if you don't feel the same way." You began to pull back from him when he held onto your hand. Willing you to stay. "No, no, no, please Y/N. I love you too. I feel the same. When I look at you I feel like my heart might burst." His hands were shaking. To be honest so were yours.

"Then why are you lying to me? Is it something bad? We can work it out together." He looked lost for a moment. Lost in his own head. Contemplating. He didn't want to put you in danger. Everyone who ever knew ended up hurt, he didn't want you hurt. But also he didn't want to lose you.

"I'm gonna tell you. I'm gonna tell you. Just, don't hate me." "I don't think that's possible Peter." You affirmed. He took a deep breath and shook his hands. "I'm... I'm spiderman." He looked at you. You looked at him. You were silent for a few seconds before laughing.

"Peter I'm being serious. I'm really concerned and you're saying stuff like that! Come on, please." "I am being serious." He didn't join in your laughter. He took one of your hands in his, and with his other he stretched it out and webs shot out of it.

"Woah!" You exclaimed. You looked at where the webs landed then down at his wrist. You ran your hands over his sleeve to reveal a little wrist contraption. "How have I not noticed that before?" You pondered more to yourself but it still got a chuckle out of him.

"I don't wear it all the time. And I've been doing this for years now. I'm good at hiding it." You were still running your hands over his wrist trying to figure it out. "What are you thinking?" He nudged his nose against yours given your close proximity.

"You're spiderman." You said in awe. "I am." "I'm dating spiderman." "You are."

Now

And now you were sat in a restaurant waiting to celebrate your wedding anniversary. You had accepted long ago you had to share your husband with the people of New York. It wasn't always easy but Peter always made it up to you. You felt loved and cared for which is all you could ever ask.

"EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR!" A group of men came in shouting. Everyone looked startled. They had guns. "WE SAID ON THE FLOOR!" You all quickly got to the floor. A kid who was sitting with his mom at the next table began to wail in fright.

"It's okay Josh." His mom cooed. "SHUT THAT KID UP!" One of the men shouted walking towards the child and therefore you. The mother began to wail too. Frightened for her child and her own life. "Hey you'll be okay." You smiled at the boy. Fighting your own tears.

"Is this boy yours?" The gunned man asked kneeling down. You couldn't see his face for the mask but you knew he was annoyed. "No but..." You started. You were smacked in the temple with the hilt of the gun. There was a horrible noise and the world went strange. You could feel the blood coming out of the open wound.

"Mom look! Spiderman!" You heard the child exclaim. "Spiderman?" The gunned man questioned. "How'd he get here so fast?" Of course. He was already on his way here to meet you. He must have seen the commotion. "You're in trouble." You remarked. You don't know what happened after that. Other than the feeling of being hit again in the same spot as before

The next thing you were aware of was beeping. A constant beeping. What was that? Everything was dark but that beeping was shrill. How could you stop it? You realized your eyes were shut. Was the beeping your alarm? Last you knew your alarm was some cheesy pop song, although you couldn't place which one. You opened your eyes slowly. You were met by a harsh light. You winced and held your hand to your face. That's when you noticed a wire, your eyes followed it to see that you were hooked up to machines and other equipment. You began to panic. What happened? There was a guy sleeping in a chair next to your bed. You considered waking him up but a nurse came into the room instead.

"Y/N. You're awake. How are you?" The nurse put her hand on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you. It didn't help. "Where am I?" In the commotion, the guy in the chair woke up. "Y/N!" He shouted with glee. You winced at his loudness. He leaned forward to kiss you gently but the nurse held up her hand to stop him.

"I still need to check her over before you get your hands on her." There was a playful tone in her warning. "Excuse me sorry." You interrupted with a forced smile. "Where am I!?" "You're in the hospital. There was an accident. An armed robbery, you helped protect a child and you got hurt. But thankfully spiderman was there to save you." She had a smile on her face.

"Spider who?" You were too focused on the nurse to notice Peter tense up. "Spiderman, New York's very own superhero. He saved you. You lucky thing." "I have no idea what you're talking about," You blankly replied. It was the nurse's turn to go stiff. "Y/N, what year is it?" You thought for a moment. "I don't know." You whispered. "I don't know. Why don't I know?" The nurse rubbed your shoulder "I'll go fetch a doctor. They will be happy to know you're awake." And she quickly left the room.

There was a strange silence. The guy who had been sleeping on the chair was looking at you. You cleared your throat. "Were you involved too? In the robbery?" He shook his head. Not sure what to say. If you didn't know who spiderman was... did you know who he was? When you met, Spiderman had been around for a few years. "Oh." Was all you said. Why was he here? If he wasn't involved then why? Was he a doctor? No, he wasn't in scrubs and the nurse wouldn't have had to fetch a doctor if he was already here.

The door opened and some old balding man came in wearing scrubs. "Mrs Parker, I'm glad to see you're awake." You didn't say anything. You looked around the room to see if anyone else was in the room. No, it was just you and this guy. "I'm sorry. I think you looked at the wrong file. I'm not Mrs. Parker. I'm Y/N Y/L/N." "Y/N." The doctor said in a soothing voice. The same one the nurse had used. "I'm afraid that there's been some damage to your brain. You don't know the date do you?" "No. I don't." You agreed. Then you paused. You didn't know what your phone ring tone was, you didn't know the date, you didn't know the guy standing next to your bed... the doctor called you Mrs. Parker...

You looked at the guy's hand. He had a wedding ring on. You were almost too frightened to look at your own hand, but you had to. Your eyes wandered down and there it was. A wedding ring. Right there on your finger. You hadn't noticed it before and now you couldn't help but notice it. Suddenly it became too tight. It was going to cut the circulation off your finger. You tried to get it off but it wouldn't budge. You were beginning to hurt yourself.

"Y/N!" The guy called out. There was something in his voice that helped calm you. He took your hand and took the ring off it for you with ease. You looked down at the little indent in your finger. You must have been wearing it for a while. You were too busy looking at your now bare hand to notice Peter was crying. He held tightly onto the ring. When he put it on you years ago, he never thought he would help you take it off.

"Y/N." The doctor said slowly. You looked up at him but you still were rubbing your finger. "I'll need to run some more tests but it seems you do have some memory loss. Hopefully, these tests can figure out how much damage has been done." "Will she... er... Get them back." The guy asked. He rubbed his nose and coughed to hide the fact that he was crying. "It's hard to say." The doctor answered honestly. "With this, she could get them back by tonight or not at all. I'm sorry I can't be more of a help. I'll be back in a few minutes. If you need anything don't hesitate to ring the call button." He gave a quick smile before he was off.

There was silence in the room. Well, except for the sniffing coming from the guy. It wasn't in your nature to let people suffer. You just couldn't. "I feel horrible for asking this. But what is your name?" You finally asked. He looked up at you. His eyes were bloodshot. "Peter, Peter Parker." Instinctively you held your arm out for him to shake. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N." He looked at your hand for a moment. Memories going through his mind. But not yours. He shook it slowly. "But I guess I'm Y/N Parker. You're my husband?" He nodded.

"That's crazy." You said more to yourself. "I woke up married. It's like that show, married at first sight." You laughed but he did not. "Sorry." You apologized. "How long have we been married?" "3 years yesterday." He answered. He was still not looking at you directly. He was looking at the hospital bed. "3 years yesterday... Am I ugly?" That caused him to look at you. "What?" "You won't look at me. Did I grow up to be ugly?"

He sat down on the chair next to your bed again and took your hand in his. It felt odd to you. The way he was holding on for dear life but you felt strange. "Y/N. You are not ugly. It's just... You don't know who I am and it's breaking my heart. It's also breaking my heart to see what that man did to you. I should have been there. With you. It's my fault." "Well... I can't say much about you because, well I can't. I just met you. But unless you were the guy with the gun. You didn't do this to me." You soothed. "Although I want to see what my face looks like. Is there a mirror or..." He passed you a phone. It had no buttons. How would you get the home screen up? As you lifted the phone it lit up by itself and unlocked.

You easily got the camera open and looked at yourself. To say you had a black eye would be an understatement. It was so dark and it covered most of the left side of your face. You were almost convinced you could see the shape of the handle. "Now that's what I call a shiner." You gasped. Peter stood up suddenly. "It's not funny Y/N!" Normally he would love your humor and sarcastic jokes but right now he couldn't take it. How could you joke in a moment like this? "I'm sorry." You put the phone down. You felt like your dad was scolding you for staying out too late with your friends. "No. Don't be sorry." He sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted."

The doctor came back in to do your tests.

A week had passed since then. The doctor was satisfied with your health, minus the memory loss. He did hope your memory would return and he did give you some exercises to try and help you. He also gave you his number and office hours if you needed anything. Right now you were in the back of a taxi going to an apartment that Peter called home. From your point of view was just an apartment. Peter paid the taxi driver and you both got out. The apartment wasn't a grand one. It was okay. You wondered what you had thought of it before the accident. Peter noticed your face.

"This is the best we can do on our wages." He was almost embarrassed. "What do we do?" "I'm a photographer for the daily bugle and you're a middle school teacher." "I'm a what? I'm not a lawyer?" He almost chuckled at your response. "No. You hate law." "I hate law?" He nodded at you before leading you into the apartment block. You walked up a few flights of stairs before he lead you to a door. He opened it and let you go first.

On the walls were photos of you and Peter. Some looked older, some looked newer. How long had Peter been in your life? You had been married for 3 years but how long before that had you dated? You stopped at a photo of you both drinking from the same milkshake with giant straws. neither of you were looking at the camera. Just smiling at each other. You smiled at it. You looked very happy in that photo. Peter stood behind you.

"The lady who took that photo worked at the diner. I've known her forever. She saw how happy we looked and she snuck the photo while we didn't notice." "We look so happy. I think this might be my favorite of all the photos here." Peter made a noise with his nose. "That photo was always your favorite." "Nice to see my head, even empty, still has taste." There you were again. Making jokes like this didn't matter. The air became stiff. You coughed and moved on.

The rest of the apartment looked well-loved. There were dishes in the sink. Clothes waiting to be washed. A collection of books and DVDs. "Can I have a nap? I'm exhausted." "Yeah. That's not a problem. I'll make dinner." Peter wandered towards the kitchen while you stood still. "Peter." You got his attention. He looked up at you with loving eyes. Despite not knowing this man at all you couldn't help but melt at the way he looked at you. Yes, it was odd but you had accepted that. But it was also sweet. "I don't know where the bedroom is."

"Of course! It's just... Wait. Wait right there one moment." He ran off in front of you and disappeared into a room. He had to hide his Spiderman suits. While he trusted you more than anything and anyone in the world. You currently had no memory. He didn't know what you were like before you met. What if you saw the suits and suddenly the secret was out? He hid them under the floorboards, the place he normally put them when you had guests. He came rushing back out and called you over.

"Did you have to hide your mistress?" You asked. Normally he would run with the joke. Tell you he had at least one mistress for each day of the week, but he didn't. He was worried that you wouldn't run with the joke. What if you thought he really did have a mistress? "I'm joking Peter." You reassured. He only nodded. You hated it. Could you not make jokes anymore? Was your life before the accident void of all jokes? You huffed and brushed past him. You closed the door behind you leaving him on the other side. This was going to take a while.

Later that night you both ate in silence. Nothing could be heard except the sounds of cutlery hitting off plates. You wanted to compliment him on his cooking. This was delicious. But the air was so thick. You hoped your first date with him wasn't this awkward. As soon as dinner had finished you excused yourself back to your room. Part of you hoped Peter would follow you. You didn't want to sleep with him in the way a married couple would. But the thought of sleeping alone was upsetting. You didn't know why. To you all nights so far except the odd sleepover, you had slept alone. So why tonight did it feel so strange?

Peter was on the other side of the door having a similar crisis to you. He wanted nothing more than to lie in your bed together and hold you in his arms. Since you woke up a week ago he hardly interacted with you. He was always in the corner watching you, willing for you to remember. He almost felt selfish. He wanted you to get your memories back for your own sake of course, but he just wanted you to smile at him like you used to. Now if you even glance at him, it's the smile you would give a stranger in passing.

Peter raised his hand to knock but decided against it. He shook his head and made his way to the couch. "You'll be sleeping on the couch at this rate...You've got 8 minutes now or it's the couch." Your words that night swam around in his head. You were joking, you couldn't see the future. But you were right. He had been too long, it had taken him too long to get to you and you almost died and now here he was. On the couch. Why did he put spiderman first? One night a year is your anniversary, he could have stopped for one night. Well... He hadn't left your side at the hospital. Spiderman had been missing for a week. You needed him. Everything else would have to wait.

You sat on the bed, your phone in your hand. Your lock screen was a selfie of you and Peter. Proof that he was someone important in your life. You flicked through the gallery on your phone and there was an entire life you didn't know on there. Photos of study notes, photos of Peter asleep on top of study notes, coffee dates, graduation, your engagement... Your wedding... You quickly closed the app getting overwhelmed but, you didn't lock the screen. You opened up the browser and looked up 'Spiderman'. This person had saved your life and apparently, they were a big deal. You should see what the fuss was about.

'Spiderman still missing.' 'Spiderman's absence is felt amongst everyone' 'Webhead Spiderman officially retired?' These were all headlines that popped up. You didn't click on any of them. Instead, you pressed videos and watched them closely. This guy was impressive! You could see why so many people admired him. The more videos you watched the more enamored you became with him. He had saved your life. How could you ever thank him? You locked your phone and settled off to sleep. All while Peter stayed wide awake on the couch.

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More days passed and your memory still had not returned. The photos on the wall began to haunt you. They were looking at you. Judging you for not remembering. You hated them. All of these memories. You were beginning to wonder if they were ever your memories to begin with. "How about we look at the photos on your phone?" Peter suggested. "See if any of them bring anything back." "How about no." You bit back. "I can't look at any more photos. They are bad enough!" You motioned to the photos on the wall. "Y/N. The Doctor said you needed..." "I don't give a damn what the doctor said! I want to go home!" "You are home." He pleaded with you. "No I'm not! I want to go home, to my parents and look at my one direction poster and hug my plushies and I want to talk to my friends. None of them who have contacted me by the way. Why don't I have any friends Peter? What did my life become? Whatever it is maybe it isn't worth remembering!"

"Y/N I'm trying my best here!" He got sucked into the argument. "I've done exactly as the doctor has asked of me. Don't rush things. I've slept on the couch. I told your friends not to bombard you with messages because it might confuse you. I've tried and tried to help you with your memories but you keep pushing me away." "Because I don't know you!" You shouted. "I don't know you! You're just some man who I woke up one day and boom! You're my husband. How is that not confusing? You being here is confusing." You grabbed your coat and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Peter tried to get in your way. "For a walk. Why? Am I under house arrest now? Am I grounded?" "Let me go with you. You don't know where you are." "That might be true but let me tell you. Sitting in this apartment with you is no different." You slammed the door behind you.

The air was cold but thankfully your coat was warm. You walked and walked. Not really having a destination in mind. You just needed some air and to get away from those photographs. You didn't realize how dark it had gotten. You sat on a bench and pouted. You knew you were being too harsh on Peter. It wasn't his fault. The way he looked at you. He really loved you and it pained both of you that you didn't look at him the same way. How could you forget someone who loved you that much?

You wanted to remember for him. He looked at you with so much love and it hurt. Both of you hurt. You felt selfish and rude for not giving him what he wanted but how could you give it to him when you hardly know him? Walking out as you did probably wouldn't have helped the situation at all. Now it was probably even more awkward.

There was a loud thud next to you pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw a man in a suit. "Spiderman?" You asked. "You know who I am?" He sounded shocked. "Yeah. You saved my life two weeks or so ago. I looked you up and apparently, you're a big deal. So thank you for saving my life." "Its no problem miss..." "Y/N. I'd tell you my last name but I don't know really what it is." "You don't know what your last name is?" He sat down next to you. "You don't need to bother with me." You waved off. "I'm sure there is a little old lady with a cat stuck up a tree. I'm nobody important." "You just told me you didn't know your last name. I feel like that is important."

"When you saved me apparently I got memory loss and I've lived an entire life that I don't remember." "Oh I know you." Spiderman gasped. "You were in that restaurant. You tried to help a kid. Can I have a look?" He motioned to his own head where your damage was. You nodded and leaned closer to him. Peter's hands began to tremble. You hadn't let him this close in days. He could feel the warmth of your skin. The bruises were already going down. That was good. How he wished he could touch your face with his bare hands and not through his suit. He missed you.

"I've got a husband Mr Spiderman." You joked. Peter coughed and moved slightly away when he realized he had been caressing your face. You yourself even began to blush slightly. "Tell me about him. Your husband." Spiderman requested. You laughed again. "Why? Are you going to beat him up? That was some serious face stroking there." Peter laughed. It was the first time in a while. "No. I was just admiring the fact that you went through all of this to help a child. And they call me a hero." "I'm sure you've saved plenty of children." "But I have superpowers and you don't." He pointed out.

The night was getting even darker somehow. "So tell me. About your husband." "I don't really know him but I'll try my best. I mean I can't remember him, not that I don't know him. Well... I don't know him..." "Y/N. I understand." Spiderman interrupted. You let out a breath of relief. "His name is Peter, he's got brown hair and brown eyes. He sometimes wears glasses and sometimes he doesn't. I haven't quite figured out what occasion calls for glasses and what doesn't but I'm determined to find out." You couldn't see obviously but Peter was smiling at that observation.

"He's about... Your height I guess. He's really nice to me and patient, even though other people wouldn't be if they were in his shoes. I can tell he's upset but he doesn't say anything. Sometimes when he thinks I'm not there he cries. I know he's not sleeping. He's too upset. But he's not mad. Well, except for tonight but that was my fault, it all got too much and I took it out on him because he was there. He's been nothing but a saint and I've been nothing but a bitch. He loves me, I wish I could love him back. He's the nicest guy I've met... No offense Spiderman." "None taken." Spiderman joked in return. It was making him well up, everything you were saying. "He's also really handsome. He has the prettiest smile. As I said his eyes are brown but they are so soft and the way he looks at me makes me feel fuzzy inside..."

Spiderman gave a mock gasp. "Do you have a crush on your husband?" You blushed even more at the question. "Don't make it sound weird!" You nudged him. "I married him, I must have a crush on him!" "Even with your memories gone?" "I said my memories were gone. Not my eyes." You paused. "I... I think... I think I need to be nicer to him. He's doing all of this for me and I'm just throwing it back in his face. I'm focused on myself when I'm not thinking about what it must be like for him. But at the same time, I woke up one day with a husband who I don't even know. It's so confusing."

"Do you want to know my opinion Y/N?" Spiderman asked. You gave a sigh but nodded, fearing what he had to say. "Maybe, both you and your husband... Obviously, work on trying to get your memories back. But instead of just focusing on your old memories, make some new ones. Go on your second first date with him. Clearly, you like him." He chuckled. "Stop making it weird Spiderman." You warned again with a smile. "All I'm saying is both of you are focused on the past. While it will be great for you to get that back. Focus on the future. Fall in love with him again. He misses your smile, more than you know." He trailed off. "How would you know that?" You questioned looking at him oddly. "I. Er... From the way you describe him. You said he looks at you in a certain way, I'm a guy I know how people look... and what they are thinking, and if my wife lost her memories I'd be wanting anything to get her like her old self... Not that I have a wife, you know saving New York and all..."  He was now the one babbling. "Okay, Spiderman. I'll take your word for it. But, speaking of. Apparently, you've been missing for two weeks. The people of New York need you." "Someone else needed me more." He said softly. There was something in his voice you couldn't place. "I need to go Y/N, you okay now?" "I'm great Spiderman, thank you for your advice. You've given me something to think about." "Anytime Y/N." And he swung off just as fast as he arrived.

His absence was immediately felt. It was dark and it was cold. You looked around trying to find your bearings but you didn't know where you were and you couldn't put your address into your phone because you didn't know your address. Peter had warned you about this but you didn't listen. You knew your parent's address but they lived too far away to walk and you didn't bring any money with you to get the tube or a taxi. You began to feel nervous.

You looked down at your phone. You have to do it. You had to. Would he hate you after you stormed out? There was only one way to find out. The phone rang maybe once before it answered. "Y/N? Where are you?" He sounded worried. "I don't know where I am." You admitted in a small whisper. "No that's okay, our phones are linked. I can find out your location through that." He paused for a couple of seconds. "Right you're not that far from where I am. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." "You're out too?" "Yeah. Of course Y/N. I was worried about you and I came looking for you." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. You've done nothing wrong." "I've been an absolute bitch." You gave a small laugh. "Don't worry about it." "You're supposed to say, no you haven't Y/N, you've been an absolute Angel Y/N" You laughed. You heard him laugh too. It was a nice laugh. You wanted to hear it more.

"I can see you now." You heard him say. You looked around and saw him walking towards you. You couldn't help but grin at him. You heard him give a small gasp on the phone. You felt yourself get flustered. You weren't supposed to hear that. But he hadn't seen you smile that much to see him in two weeks. It was almost like you hadn't forgotten him.

"I'm sorry." You apologized to him again once he was closer. You both shoved your phones into your pockets. "It's okay Y/N, really it's okay." "I want to apologize also for..." "Let's get home first, out of this cold." He motioned with his head which direction to go. Now he mentioned it, it was very cold. Without thinking you wrapped yourself around one of his arms, resting your head on his shoulder, huddling him closer. He smelt nice, and he was warm.

Your eyes widened when you realized what you had done. You went to pull away and Peter whispered, "Don't," he sounded both sad and happy at the same time. How was that possible? But you stayed, hugging his side. You had one arm wrapped around his arm while the other was holding his hand. You couldn't be closer to him if you tried but it felt right. Natural, like you were always supposed to be here. Peter couldn't help the huge grin on his face. While this was only a small respite from reality it was greatly welcomed.

You suddenly pulled away with a strange face. He almost whined at the loss of contact. He saw your face. "What is it Y/N?" "Can you smell that? Something smells like it's on fire." Peter raised his nose and he could smell it now that you mentioned it. He suddenly went into Spiderman mode. Something was on fire. What if someone was hurt? He rushed off in the direction of the fire without thinking. If something happened like this while you had your memories, when you knew he was spiderman, you would drop him a text telling him to meet you when he was done. But you didn't know. You ran off following him but you lost him.

But you didn't lose the fire. You saw it. A house. You saw a family crying outside. A child had been left inside by accident. You looked around the crowd trying to see Peter but you couldn't. Where was he? You pulled out your phone and rang him, no answer. You tried again but to no avail. Suddenly Spiderman came rushing out of the house with a limp and handed the child over to the parents. The whole crowd gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you, sir." The father said. "With the news, I was worried you wouldn't come. Thank you, Sir, thank you."

Spiderman patted the man on the shoulder and swung off, much as he had done earlier. But you noticed something nobody else did. Everyone was so happy the child was safe that they didn't notice the limp. They didn't notice the blood running down Spiderman's leg. You followed in the direction Spiderman went. You found him a couple of alleys away. A lot easier to find than Peter. You hoped he would ring you back soon.

"Spiderman?" You called out. He jumped suddenly at the presence of another human but relaxed when he saw it was you. "Y/N, you shouldn't be here. It's not safe." "But you're hurt." You ignored him getting closer. You heard him grunt in pain. "Y/N. Go." He ordered. "Firstly, I don't know where I am, secondly, my husband wandered off, thirdly you're bleeding, so no." You argued. You got closer to him. He was starting to bleed on the floor. You could see a piece of wood sticking out of his leg.

"Let me help you." You said softly. "I said go Y/N!" He said loudly. "And I said no Peter!" You said just as loudly. Both of you paused for a second. Peter. Spiderman. Peter. Spiderman. He looked at you and you looked at him. "What did you say?" He whispered. "I said... No... Peter." You gulped, tears forming in your eyes. You slowly lifted his mask. He didn't stop you. There he was. Your husband. With the eyes you loved so much. You had spent hours of your life looking into those eyes.

"Peter." You raised your hand to touch his face. He leaned into your touch. "How could I forget my Peter?" Both of you were crying. "You remember me?" He asked out of disbelief. You nodded getting even closer to him. You couldn't stop looking at his face. You had been looking at him for two weeks but you hadn't seen him until now. He wanted to kiss you. He really did.

"Oh my gosh you're bleeding." You remembered. You looked down at his leg. "I don't care." He brushed off getting you to look at him again by gently putting his hand on your face. "I care..." You started but he kissed you. It felt so right to be kissing him. It felt even more right than when you wrapped your arm around him earlier. Your tears mixed together on your faces. You pulled back for air, breathless. "We need to get you home." "Home?" "Home."

And there you were. It was hard getting back to your apartment with a limping and bleeding Spiderman without being seen but you did it. You knew exactly where it was. You opened the door and lead him in but not without looking at the photographs you loved so much on the wall. You lead Peter to the couch where you began to help him take off his suit so you could look at his leg better. "Y/N, I'm a married man." He laughed about what you said earlier. You shook your head and continued to take his suit off. He began to laugh. You looked at him. "What?" "You have a crush on me." He almost giggled. You rolled your eyes. "I said don't make it weird." You felt yourself beginning to blush. "Even with no memories, you still have eyes and you have a crush on me." "Peter." You whined.

He sat forward and took your face into his hands again. "You are adorable." He wiggled his nose against yours. He could feel the heat in your cheeks. "And don't worry. I have a crush on you too. Memories or not." "I've been so horrible these past few weeks." You said, not looking at him. "Hey." He got you to look at him. "It doesn't matter. None of it matters. "But..." "No But. I love you and nothing you do, or what happens to you, will change that. I meant what I said earlier. If you never got your memories back I would happily make more with you. Take you on that second first date."

You smiled at him with tears in your eyes. "Can I have my ring back? I'm quite ready to be Mrs Parker again." He reached down into the pocket of the suit where he usually kept his phone and pulled your ring out. "You kept it on you?" "Yeah. The doctor said your memories could pop back at any moment, which they did. I had to be prepared."  He lifted your hand and placed your ring back where it belonged. "In sickness and in health." "You may certainly kiss the bride." You smiled at him before kissing him softly. You pulled back suddenly... "Oh my god you are still bleeding."

[tylerposey]

teen wolf: the movie + words they couldn’t say on mtv

[zwatchtowerz]

“Complicated feelings about that Jeep”

Illustrating part of this quote that was totally about the jeep and not about Stiles. Right?  For @sterekloverforever. Happy birthday!!!

[ladyhistory]

Me entering any museum: man I’m so excited to learn all the things

Also me: GIFT SHOP GIFT SHOP GIFT SHOP

[wandering-elf]

There are two dragons inside of you. One hoards knowledge and the other hoards trinkets. They’re both very excited when you bring them to a museum

[stilesmieczyslaw]

For those who follow me for my writing m currently working on two tasm Peter (spiderman) imagines

Yes they both revolve around not knowing Peter is spiderman despite hanging out with both. But thats my favourite trope 

[feelsforsterek]

TYLER HOECHLIN ✦ as DEREK HALE TEEN WOLF: THE MOVIE (2023)

[stilesmieczyslaw]

Stydia isn’t the definition of slow burning, its more closely linked to the definition of your mom asking you to tidy your room before she gets back from work and before you know it shes pulling up in the driveway so you run to your room pretending you’ve been there the whole time.  

[stilesmieczyslaw]

Brining this back after the Teen Wolf Movie

[stilesmieczyslaw]

You got the chase??????????? Who did you kill for that?

I did! Thankfully nobody died! I have friends in high Funko places thankfully <3

[stilesmieczyslaw]

Ma boiiiiiis <3